[User] Feeling her body shake softly, Lydia finally woke up thanks to Caela's nudging. She yawned and stretched before sitting up, rubbing her eyes. Slowly her sleepiness went away as she looked the the woman. She wasn't topless anymore, as she had put on most of her armor again, though her body was still pretty exposed. She urged the princess to get up as she didn't want to be charged for another night and then laughed. Lydia nodded understanding and got up from the bed, stretching again before following her out of the room.

[Assistant] "Ah good, you're awake. Figured you might've been a heavy sleeper." Thankful that she was not, she waited for the princess to be fully ready to leave, taking only a moment to grab any remaining gear as she began to head outside. Knowing it was best not to make any potential scene, she wandered away from the town for a bit alongside Lydia, at least until they found a sunny spot that was away from the sight of the village. "Here we are, this is a good spot to start." She spoke, unslinging her backpack from her shoulders and letting it rest on a nearby rock. "Now then..." She spoke, reaching into it, and drawing out a dull looking, shorter blade. "What do you know about sword fighting, anything at all or do I start from the beginning?"

[User] Lydia finished waking up and followed Caela out of their room. They walked for a while away from the village and stopped at a clearing. The woman then asked her what she knew about swordfighting. "Well... I know you hold the sword away from you." she blushed admitting she knew nothing of swordplay. "Maybe... starting from the beginning would be better."

[Assistant] "Mm. Good, at least I don't have to teach that part." She spoke with a wink, soon approaching Lydia and handing her the dull looking blade. "Okay, we're going to teach you the slow and possibly hard way, but there's no other way to really learn." She spoke after a moment, a certain eagerness to her words. "Now..." The first thing she did was move behind the princess, her chest brushing against the woman's back as she began to move her hands for Lydia's own. "Hold the blade like this, and we'll start off with how to hold, handle, and keep a blade securely in your grip, then some practicing and swinging. but if you hold a sword improperly it'll just fly out of your hands... or worse."

[User] Lydia smiled blushing as the warrior teased her with the wink and moved behind her. She blushed even further as she felt her breasts pushing against her back, but tried to focus as she saw that Caela was being serious about teaching her. "OK" she replied as she was shown how to hold the sword. Caela explained that if she didn't hold it properly, it could go flying, or worse. "Wouldn't want that." she chuckled softly and quite cute as well.

[Assistant] "Alright, very good. You're looking like a fast learner, I like that that." The mercenary woman said, her hands moving down to Lydia's wrists. "Now... we'll go over the basics proper. I'm gonna do a bit of handholding here with you just to teach you how to properly wield a sword." While it was nothing exciting for the first hour or so, slowly Caela went from merely teaching Lydia how to hold a blade, to various swings and strikes, steadily seeking to tutor her. "I think we can have a short sparring session later, but, I want to make sure you don't get disheartened by it, so we'll take things steadily."

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The next hour that passed, Lydia learned as much as she could about how to handle a sword. Caela was patient with her and thought her all the rights and wrongs. While she was starting to get used to holding the blade, swinging it around was still a bit difficult as she wasn't used to it's weight yet. But still, she was really enjoying this. Everything that happened the day before seemed to have gone away from her mind as she was focused on Caela.

Speaking of Caela, Lydia didn't notice, but many times when she was next to her, for example when Caela came behind to help her hold the sword, the princess' ass would brush against her waist, or her boobs would hit her arm or something. The girl didn't notice she was doing such a thing, but maybe it was affecting Caela in a certain way. "Maybe... we could take a pause? I'm still getting used to this weight." Lydia asked.

[Assistant] As the hour passed, and Caela felt the princess' body against her own, there was certainly some fun to be had on her end at least. A soft rear pressing up against something a bit firmer than what a woman should have against her groin, though Caela hardly seemed bothered by it. Working up a bit of a sweat herself, an hour of more focused tutoring on swordplay was a bit more exhausting than her average fight so by the end of their initial session, even the dark haired beauty was wiping a few beads of sweat from her brow. "Whew, didn't expect a proper workout this early. We can take a break, there's plenty of shade around to stay out of the sun." She mentioned as well, soon sheathing her practice sword as she gave out a light sigh. Offering the princess a hand if she needed it, she'd move under the shade of a nearby tree, sitting a bit more casually. "It's not the most exciting way to start but you'll be a fighter in no time with me!"

[User] Lydia was thankful that Caela agreed in taking a break from their training. Letting the sword rest on the ground, the princess followed her to lay under the shade of a tree, holding her hand as she was more tired than she expected. Never having fought in her life, it was actually expected for her to be this exhausted. "This is really nice." She said, turning her head to look at the woman next to her on the grass. "Though, maybe a longsword isn't the best weapon for me just yet." She admitted, not really looking forward to having to hold that blade in her weak arms again. "Maybe you could try teaching me with something lighter? Or smaller?"

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"If you think a longsword is too hefty, I can always teach you some daggerplay or the likes. They're a much lighter weapon. easier to conceal, too. Though I will say I am better with a sword than I am a knife, you won't find me wanting as a teacher either way." An idea crossed her mind as well, her lips curling softly into a smirk. "So... Princess, if you're still aching a bit why don't you come over here and I can give you a massage? I'm sure it'd help ease your aches and pains from the day before and our training today. What do you say?" Caela perked up more visibly as she leaned against the tree, a light breeze blowing in the wind and providing further respite from the warm sun.

"Though I'd have to do it with some of your clothing removed, lest it get in the way. It's just the two of us, I doubt there'll be any issue, will there?" She seemed almost hopeful, but perhaps she was just that eager to help? She did take the time to take her sheathed blade off of her belt, her dark skin beading with sweat in various spots as well, it seemed as if Lydia was not the only one who had been given something of a workout from the training session. And Caela's heart was even racing... though perhaps with more illicit thoughts in mind.

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"Yes, I think something more light would be very much more desirable." Lydia replied as Caela suggested teaching her to use knives and daggers. Feeling relaxed, laying in the soft grass and enjoying the cool breeze coming from between the trees, Lydia looked back at the woman as she sat with her back against a tree and called her close to give her a massage. "Oh, that... that is very kind of you." She said with a soft smile. She sometimes had servants give her a massage back at the palace and she wouldn't lie that she was missing that a bit.

The princess sat down in front of Caela, between her legs, and took off her shirt, leaving her bra on. That should be enough for Caela to be able to massage her properly right? They were both women and all, but it was still embarrassing for Lydia to undress in front of her. After all, they were in the middle of a forest, and she was sooo pretty too. "Thank you." She thanked again. Pulling her hair away from her shoulders and holding it so it wouldn't be in Caela's way.

[Assistant] At that, Caela gave a sharp smirk that almost looked predatory on her face. Still it was a quickly muted look as she moved to take off her gloves, feeling it would be more intimate to do this bare handed. As her hands soon came to rest against Lydia's shoulder, she leaned back just a bit before she started to rub them against Lydia's shoulders and back, taking her time as she did so slowly and intimately. "It'll take a few minutes before you really start to feel the effects, but I promise you that it'll feel really good before long..." She spoke a bit more quietly, making sure the princess would be as comfortable as she could be, if only to make springing her trap all the easier.

[User] Lydia sat in front of Caela while holding her hair in front of her. Behind her she heard the woman shifting a bit and then saw her leaving her gloves on the grass besides them. A second later she felt her firm hands holding her shoulders. What surprised the princess was that she wasn't rough as she initially though she could be. Caela rubbed her shoulders slowly and in a very nice way, even making Lydia sigh in pleasure and relief. "Your're... really good at this..." She noted, closing her eyes and enjoying the massage she was receiving. Completely unaware of the woman's second intentions behind it.

[Assistant] "What can I say? As a mercenary you pick up a few ways to relieve stress... or do the same for others at least." Caela spoke after a moment, her hands continuing to knead and massage over Lydia's back and shoulders. Slowly working her way down, Caela thought it best to make the next part segue more naturally. "Tck, we might have to take your bra off, the straps are gonna get in the way." Without really letting the princess have a chance to think about it, her hands moved to undo the hooks holding the straps together, letting the top fall off naturally as she did so. Afterwards her hands continued their steady and constant descent, making sure to play up the massaging aspect, she wanted Lydia nice and relaxed for what was to come next, it would be the best way to get what she wanted after all... and technically, one could still argue it was a massage still.

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"I can... see that..." Lydia replied, sighing with pleasure as Caela massaged her shoulders. Not only had it been a long time since she last got a massage, Caela was also surprisingly very good at it. With her eyes closed, soon Lydia had no care in the world as the woman held her back and shoulders. "You're... really good... at this..." She sighed

When Caela unhooked the princess' bra though, she came back to reality for a moment, blushing and covering her naked breasts just as the bra fell to the ground. "You... you sure it's necessary?" She asked, blushing and embarrassed, but letting the woman continue her work. It only took a few seconds for the princess to relax again and forget she now had her top half exposed. But she was alone with Caela anyway, and she trusted the woman, so there was no need to worry.

[Assistant] As Caela moved in a little closer against Lydia, she began to subtle grind back into the woman. Her chest against the woman's back, soft and warm to an almost inviting level, a sharper contrast to her more intense hands as the began to work on the small of her back. Soon enough, she was shifting the woman as well, beginning to rest the princes on her lap, legs slightly spread apart as she did so to make the resting easier for the princess. "There, almost done... but we have to work on your front too. Can't leave you feeling like this and only half finished." Her tone was soft, pleasantly so to a point of near tease. Still, testing the waters one of her hands drifted towards the princesses stomach. "Trust me, I know exactly what I'm doing."

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Lydia kept her eyes closed, relaxing, as Caela moved further with her massage. She felt the soft warmth of her breasts against her back, which reminded the princess of soft pillows back in her chambers. Caela's boobs weren't at all bad, but Lydia definitely had bigger ones if they were to compare.

She showed no resistance as the larger woman laid her down on her lap, starting to massage her stomach. She sighed once more, as a small shiver went through her body from her touch. "I... trust you." She replied with a soft smile forming on her face as she was enjoying Caela's treatment.

[Assistant] The trust was all she needed. Her hands gracefully slid across Lydia's stomach, using both hands to tease her before she began to lean the princess back into her. It was more than easy to feel the warmth of Caela's body, the way she shivered for a moment and the palms of her hands soon resting against the swells of Lydia's breasts. She began to gently grope, squeeze, and knead her partners breasts, palms brushing over her nipples as the darker skinned woman gave out a slight ''hmmm'' of approval. Perhaps she was being a bit too hands on but she couldn't help herself. It was also impossible for her to keep her other secret from Lydia much longer as she began to get hard, breathing out a little more heatedly as something more firm began to press against the princesses thigh, her arousal far more evident.

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The princess had never been so relaxed before in her life. Caela's hands seemed like magic on her body, which was funny since she thought they would be a bit more rough considering she fights using swords and who knows what other kinds of weapon. Sighing again, she was almost drifting asleep from her massage.

What kept her from drifting away though was the sudden feeling in her breasts as Caela started massaging them. She didn't complain or ask her to stop, it felt good and she did just say she trusted the woman. So she kept laying back against her and letting her do as she pleased with her boobs.

Unfortunately, something else caught Lydia's attention as something hard was softly poking against her thigh. She slowly opened her eyes, not wanting to stop Caela's massage, but also curious as to what was that poking her. "Caela, what's... poking me... down here?" She asked, slowly moving her hand to try and grab whatever it was.

[Assistant] By this time the game was more or less up, but for Caela she was already too committed to back down. "I've been told I can be a poor liar." The darker skinned woman laughed quietly, shaking her head. "It's my cock." She spoke the words as nonchalantly and as natural as she would have anything else, and she did so honestly. Continuing to grope against Lydia, she made sure to keep her hands a little more firm against the woman as she hummed out a little, fingers pinching against the Elven princesses nipples. "I did tell you I wanted to make you feel good, and well---this is the best way to feel good... so I'm not going to hold back any further." At that, one of her hands left the woman's breasts, the other moving for Caela's shorts as she began to wriggle her hips whilst lowering her clothing, freeing her firm shaft after a moment as it more directly pressed against Lydia's thigh.

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Caela laughed softly behind her as she commented on being a poor liar. Lydia didn't understand what she meant at first until the woman answered the princess' question. "Your... cock?" She repeated, unsure if she had heard her correctly. Slowly, Lydia was starting to have trouble thinking straight as Caela's groping was starting to make her aroused. Her nipples were getting hard and the woman kept pinching and playing with them, which wasn't helping at all.

The woman spoke again, saying that she was going to make her feel good. She also mentioned not wanting to hold back anymore. Wait... what? Lydia looked down confused as she noticed the woman was removing her own shorts. When they were off, the thing that was poking Lydia become more visible between her thighs as she realized she didn't mishear her. Caela did indeed have a cock, and it was huge. "Wh... wh... why do you... have a cock?" She asked, extremely confused and aroused.

[Assistant] The most pressing matter was of course her cock, and when she was asked why, Caela gave a small shrug. "Where I'm from, some of the women are born with them. I was just so lucky enough to be gifted one at birth." Some were seen as pariahs back home, but her family treated her very much like their child still, and she was given anything she could want---including the chance to leave and slake her wanderlust as a sellsword. Still, the way she spread the princesses legs brought her shaft against the woman's clothed sex, the tip angled against her. "I do expect some repayment for teaching you swordplay~ I think this will be an excellent compensation, dear princess."

[User] Lydia heard Caela's words, explaining why she had a cock, though the princess still had a hard time believing what she saw. A woman, with a man's member. In her confusion, Lydia didn't seem to be able to put one and one together and realize what Caela's intentions right now were. Though, when she spoke of repayment for the sword lessons, Lydia started piecing together what she wanted. "What... what exactly do you want? As repayment?" she asked, still nervous to say it out loud.

[Assistant] "Oh, I don't want anything that drastic. Just your body is all." At that she continued to grind, and Lydia didn't really seem to object just yet. A bit more playfully the darker skinned woman leaned in, her lips against Lydia's neck as she hummed out and gave a soft kiss that soon ended in a more teasing bite, one of her hands soon softly squeezing and groping against the princesses thigh. If she was going to get in trouble for laying with a princess, she was going to make sure and enjoy every second of it that she could!

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"My... body?" Lydia repeated once more, her body getting warmer and warmer as Caela's teasing and groping kept making her more aroused. She couldn't believe this was happening. She trusted the woman that was playing with her, but she wasn't really doing anything bad. She also wasn't forcing her or anything, Lydia was sure that if she said no then Caela would stop. But... part of her didn't know if she wanted her to stop.

When she felt the kiss on her neck, her whole body shivered and her legs tried closing by instinct, only to open again as Caela groped her thighs and opened them again. Looking down, the princess could see the big cock the woman had, way bigger than those of the goblins the day before. But unlike that time, Lydia's body was almost wishing for this to happen. Caela was being kind and gentle with her, and seemed to want her to feel good as well, not just use her.

"If... if this will serve as payment... then I'm OK with it. I... I owe you my life, this is the least... I can do" She spoke between soft gasps.

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Caela did want to use her---at least in a sense. But she was not without her own sensibilities either. Unlike the goblins who sought to callously abuse and use the princess, the darker skinned woman had in mind a few ideas of what they could do, all of which were more than pleasurable for the both of them in her mind. She was certainly already hard having thought about them and from teasing the princess, so she wasn't really sure if she'd have been able to stop even if she wanted to... but the princess relented, and soon enough the warrior gave a small smirk.

"Good, I'm glad we've come to an agreement." Rather than any fierce or aggressive tone, she had a degree of sensuality within her words, her voice a softer but more intense whisper against the princesses tipped ear. With the hand on her thigh moving to between her legs, Caela took the initiative to rub against the woman's clothed slit once more, seeking to lower the woman's pants after a moment seeking to make her far more accessible.

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Caela seemed more than happy that Lydia accepted offering her body as payment for the lessons. To make things harder for the princess, not only the woman's teasing was making her aroused, her soft sensual voice was having the same effect as well.

Lydia showed no resistance once Caela moved her hand towards her crotch, teasing her virgin flower over her clothes. Once she pulled her pants down, she could now see that the princess was already getting wet, as there was a small stain on her panties from her love juices.

[Assistant] Rather than take the princesses panties off completely Caela shifted them to the side, baring the woman's slit. With a slightly more content sounding hum, she brushed the head of her shaft against the other woman's folds, slowly slipping her head in between them. Figuring the princess was still a more relatively innocent virgin, the warrioress had no trouble taking things slowly, her hands soon resting against Lydia's hips as she braced the woman, her own hips beginning to grind back into the other woman's, her breathing reaching a more steady and heated beat as she did so.

[User] Lydia shivered as she felt the breeze against her now exposed pussy. The fact that she was wet from arousal also didn't help her. Breathing heavily, she felt Caela's warm member sliding against her pussy lips, before the head slowly started going in. She let out a small gasp as her tight was started wrapping around her cock. Very slowly, she felt the woman going inside her. Then stopped. She could feel her pressing against her innocence. The proof she was still a virgin. One small push was all it would take for Caela to claim her virginity

[Assistant] Lydia was still a proper maiden, but... probably not for long. Once Caela began to angle herself into the princess properly, she sought to gently but still firmly break the woman's hymen, going with a series of soft thrusts into the woman as one of her hands remained on her hip. "Mm, I'll be gentle for now---promise~" The mercenary took a lighter tone of voice, and once she had properly broken the woman's hymen she began to thrust hilt deep into the Elf, inch after inch filling her as she continued, the hand on her hip steadily firming against her as her breath hitched, a sharp gasp of air escaping against the other woman's backside.

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Lydia was getting higher and higher with arousal by the second. This was her first time ever experiencing something like this and she was enjoying it a lot. Caela's body pressed against her behind, her cock slowly sliding inside her. The princess gasped when the woman poked her hymen with her cock, and then held back a cry of pain when it tore through it, claiming her virginity. It hurt, her pussy was aching and looking down she could see a thin line of blood leaving her pussy. She was now a complete woman.

Caela slowly started thrusting inside Lydia's pussy and the movements were making the pain slowly go away. What started as a cry of pain was turning into soft moans of pleasure as Lydia found herself enjoying this. Her breathing matching the woman behind her.

[Assistant] Hearing the brief cry of pain from Lydia, Caela moved more gently once she began to pierce her hymen. there was really no need to rush and that may well make things worse if she was too hasty. Still, once she heard the more lusty sounds from Lydia, her hand came to rest on the Princesses stomach to steady her as her shaft began to grind deeply and sensually back into the woman, taking her time to properly fill the woman with each thrust as she breathed out a heady moan, the heated air brushing against Lydia's nape.

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"Ca... Caela..." Lydia moaned the woman's name as she felt her cock growing harder inside her tight pussy. The more she slowly moved inside her, the more the pain was going away and pleasure taking it's place. Just a few seconds later she couldn't even feel the pain anymore, and started moaning as her body shivered in pleasure.

"This... this feels... gooooood...." She moaned again, her voice shaking a bit as Caela thrust deeper in her. Never had she imagined sex could feel so pleasurable, but she imagined it wouldn't feel the same if it had been with those goblins from the day before. "More... make me feel... betteeeer..." She pleaded.

[Assistant] Caela had some decent experience with women, and as her shaft continued to thrust steadily and deeply into the woman, her moans of pleasure echoed the other woman's own, her lips grazing over Lydia's tipped ear before she nipped at it, body tensing as she ground her cock particularly slowly within Lydia. Her fingertips likewise danced from the elven woman's stomach up to one of her breasts, cupping the mound within her palm as her fingers spread out, slightly sharper nails digging in against the woman's skin as her own breasts were soon smooshed into the woman's back.

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Lydia felt as if her entire body was melting with pleasure as Caela thrusted her thick cock inside her once virgin pussy. Her eyes still open, she could only moan softly as she was filled by the woman and had zero resistance. "Caela... this feels good... don't stop..." She moaned. What started as an 'innocent massage' was now an experience the princess would never forget.

For what seemed like who knows how long, Lydia moaned as Caela thrusted inside her and the pleasure inside her body only grew. Slowly, the elven princess grew closer to her first ever orgasm as her breathing got heavier. "Caela... I'm... I'm close... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cuuuum!!" She moaned loudly, losing control of her voice as her body started to spasm with waves of pleasure. Her pussy tightened around Caela's cock as her juices covered her and a bit were squirted out onto the ground below them.

[Assistant] Once Caela began to feel Lydia's inner walls squeezing tightly against her, the tanned mercenary gave out a soft gasp as her hand held firmly against Lydia's stomach, feeling the woman's orgasm rocking her body as the woman tensed and showered her with her juices. Likewise, Caela gave out a low growl of pleasure, her chest pressing into Lydia's back as she came as well, the sensation too great for her to ignore as her seed began to flood into the princess, the mercenary giving out a series of soft but intense gasps of pleasure as her body tensed, eyes closing firmly shut. She made sure to keep grinding and thrusting into the woman during her climax however, wanting to make sure Lydia felt as much pleasure as possible.

[User] Lydia had barely finished her own orgasm when she was hit with an entirely new feeling. Already filled with the woman's thick cock, she now felt her womb being filled with something warm and liquid. It sent a complete new wave of pleasure through her body as she moaned out with her tongue out of her mouth. Caela was cumming. She was cumming inside her. And it felt soooo good. "Caelaaa..." She moaned again, her brain feeling like mush. "Preg... pregnant... you'll... get me pregnant..." She tried to warn her, but her body refusing to complain and just enjoying the bliss of sex.

[Assistant] Caela wasn't actually sure if she could get anyone pregnant---but she was possibly about to find out as she came in the woman, her seed spurting into the princess as she couldn't help herself. "Nnh!" She said no verbal reply to the Princess, instead focused on mutual pleasure for the two as she ground her hips back into Lydia. Her hands were likewise surprisingly gentle, a lighter touch to them as she sought to ease her body back into the elven woman's own.

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Lydia gasped and moaned as Caela filled her up with her seed. This was her first time having sex as well as her first time being creampied. And if Caela was capable of knocking her up, her first time getting pregnant too. It was a whirlwind of emotions that she couldn't understand.

Finally the futa seemed to finish her orgasm and the princess could only feel her thick cock throbbing inside her. Lydia's body felt heavy and she had no strength to move. She just felt good and wanted more pleasure. Staying with Caela was certain to give her just that.

[Assistant] For a few moments, Caela wasn't quite sure what to say. She'd just fucked a princess, and while she had always had the thought of doing so, having it actually happen left her speechless. Maybe it wasn't the most appropriate thing to say, but she couldn't help but nestle in a bit closer to Lydia, remaining hilted in the woman. "Well... I guess that's another way of training you." She gave out a heated huff that ended in a sigh, enjoying the sensation of closeness.


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When the call came to Val Sharah he was quick to accept it. Gruhl was a warlike Shaman by nature, perhaps due to the culture he had grown up in among the Frostwolf. They were strong but, by the standards of some, brutish at times. While he adored nature in all forms he equally despised perversions of it and he was raised to believe those corruptions must be destroyed in their entirety by storm, earth and flame until they were gone and life could flourish again in time. He felt confident he was almost made for this particular purpose.

His heavy boots landed upon the fresh grass cushioned, each footfall quieted despite his lack of effort to approach with stealth. That was not the way of his people. He marched into war just as he was expected to and, to him, this was a war. The towering, powerfully-built orc would fight and die for the wild and he would see the elements tear apart any who would harm it. A great well of anger boiled within him at the actions of this vile satyr and if he were to have his way he would burn all responsible and everything corrupted so that nature could flourish anew in place of the sickness.

Gruhl Stormsplitter moved with fitting purpose, clad in traditional armor. It was simplistic, forged of rough-shod iron, leather and furs. In this warm environment, he had much of his powerfully built musculature on show simply to keep cool. In typical orcish fashion, his shoulders and head were heavily armored, along with his feet in their very heavy boots. Only his narrow eyes, jutting jaw and strong tusks were easily visible when looking at his face.

Whether it was self-assuredness or plain arrogance he didn't react to the approach of this stranger, not paying the slightest attention to her approach as he believed with surety that he could fight off almost any ambush. Gruhl wasn't listening anyway, he was looking at the land as green gave way to hues of gray, black, brown and red where the corruption took root and his footfalls began to crunch where they cracked the dead grass. His nose wrinkled, briefly baring his tusks as his vast body tensed up and he felt even more anger.

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Fortunately for Ibris, and what could have been unfortunate for the trespasser, they didn't appear to hear her coming towards them. The slender dark cat melded perfectly with the shadows cast by thee heavy verdant canopies above. Even the boughs touched by that vile crimson taint still managed a rich tapestry under which the druid could hide.

As she advanced, the druid was more clearly able to make out distinctive features of the figure. A tall, broad build, and a musk she knew well... from battle. To her reigned in surprise it was an orc. There was another scent underlying the most prominent one though she could not discern it right away. All she knew for certain was its familiarity. Intriguing as its presence was she had to quickly assess the situation. After all, the orc was far removed from any Horde outpost. Ibris briefly wondered what it was doing there: a chance to collect an impressive trophy head, or more disturbingly, perhaps to seek dark power of his own?

Once she deemed herself an appropriate distance from the orc, the druid's stealthy aura fell away like water over the falls. Her softer form returned to her and she drew up to her full height, proud and daunting. Silver crescent eyes narrowed at the orc.

"What is your business here, orc? There is only vile corruption beyond this clearing." The night elf's voice was not overly loud to avoid alerting any roaming satyr scouts. She spoke with a velvety yet firm tone that assured it carried to him clearly, provided he spoke the Common tongue. Ibris's chin jut out towards him in an almost challenging manner while she stood her ground.

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Although on the surface Gruhl was not as attentive as some might be he was certainly intelligent enough to catch the split second the druid revealed herself. His eyes narrowed too, his entire powerful, broad body tensing and readying as he unhooked a brutally simplistic, effective mace from his belt and held it tight. It wasn't so much the threat of the metal itself, though, as the power he could direct with just a gesture.

The woman before him was tall, recognizable as an elf. As a Mag'Har his stance was tall and proud, though, making him still larger in height and far, far broader. Still, he held respect for the power a druid possessed and so save for keeping a grip on his mace he did not lash out. He was ready but he wasn't going to be the one to start the wrong fight. Gruhl had a purpose here and it was not to become embroiled in some senseless brawl with the alliance. Though, already, he suspected she was not here on their behalf any more than he was here on the Horde's. They had a different fight to engage in today.

She spoke of corruption and he slowly nodded, glancing past her. With the forest so thick he could not yet see the vileness that had taken root. "Yes, exactly. That corruption is my business, elf. It is my duty to burn it down so that this land may, in time, heal," He responded, his voice a low rumble that was near enough an opposite to her naturally smooth tone.

It was clear already how he saw nature. It was something to be respected, to be sure, but left be unless necessary. Gruhl would not interrupt in the cycles of life and death but he would when they devolved into this sickness. When he intervened, though, he did so in the way of the Mag'Har. The intervention was to be absolute and brutally effective, burning out any wrongness until the land could once more be left be to see to its own recovery. Gruhl knew this was not the way of the druids but he was far too bullish and brash to deny his purpose here. "And your purpose, elf?" He countered, eyes still narrow and voice still a guttural growl despite speaking common.

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Breaking the terse silence with a reply in the Common tongue was all the night elf needed to advance. Ibris openly regarded the orc from top to bottom using a scrutinizing gaze. Though she did not agree with his words, he didn't immediately become hostile, so she had no concern for alerting the satyr's to her presence.

"Burn it down?" she countered. Her eyes narrowed into silver crescents that shimmered with the same menace as a sentinel's freshly sharpened blades. "You will do no such thing, orc," Ibris warned him. She strode out further into the clearing fearlessly. Rays of cool light sliced through the thick canopy and streaks of Elune's luminous touch made the Kal'Dorei's bare skin practically glow. There here was determination in each of her long strides which he could might be able to match and outpace should he have wished to advance upon her with violent intent, although she was confident things would not turn that way... for now. His presence was still an anomaly to the druid.

Hearing his gravelly words about duty made her briefly consider who he could be and who sent him, though the unique scents coming from his ragged, animalistic armor made his affiliation clear now. "The Earthen Ring's influence does not extend here in Val'Sharah, shaman," she countered him, presuming he was indeed one of their agents of nature. More warrior than a sage or farseer, and while Ibris shared that martial talent, she thought her methods more sophisticated.

"I have come to heal the land once I remove its corruption, not leave it destroyed and vulnerable." There were times when the Cenarion Circle employed such final methods of dealing with imbalance in nature, though it was exceedingly rare, and always with the utmost care to ensure new life could be nurtured from it. "Leave now and this interruption will not disturb my plans. Otherwise I will be forced to move you."

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When she questioned his assertions that he would burn out the corruption, Gruhl's thick brow furrowed, expression growing yet more frustrated. Her warning was heard loud and clear but did little to dissuade him as he stepped forward too, his stride matching hers as his own deep red skin remained dark, shade covering him from the moonlight that illuminated her so clearly.

The assertion that they did not have influence here made him wrinkle his nose, briefly shaking his head as he still let her continue. With an orc he might have snapped and interrupted but she was not under his command and so he would not disrupt her words until she was done no matter how intensely he disagreed with them. He wouldn't leave, though. That was not an option.

"There is earth beneath our feet, druid, and our influence here is as strong as yours," He asserted, counter to her argument. It was loose, at best, but equally near impossible to argue with. "All of nature is vulnerable but burnt ash will not draw this corruption back. The land will heal, in time, and the rot will perish among the dead land in the meantime," The orc explained firmly, doubting it would do anything to persuade her as his honesty forced him to speak the truth of his plan.

Fighting was not an option for several reasons. If one of them won they would have half the strength the pair possessed to face the corruption which he knew to be a very real danger and, no matter what, they would risk alerting the satyr and allowing them to plan. "How do you propose to remove this corruption so precisely?" Gruhl questioned, his eyes still narrow as he wondered what her particular intentions might be.

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If Ibris noticed the flicker of annoyance across the orc's face, she was not phased by it in the slightest. Where he took a step forward as if to combat her authority, so too did the night elf, although they were still several strides away from closing the gap between one another. The druid was stalwart and held her ground, quite literally, when faced with the shaman's more destructive intentions for the corrupted glade behind her. Though it was nigh impossible to disagree with the earth being their shared domain, she would not allow his methods to come to fruition.

"Bee that as it may, your presence here is unnecessary," Ibris pressed. Unhelpful, more like, but she held her tongue from inciting any hostility. "I've been watching the satyrs here for some days now and will cut down the corruption at its heart." By killing the satyr who drove his already disgraced kin into madness, of course, and then dealing with the others of his clan in a similar fashion. "The land itself will require a more delicate touch but I am confident in restor---"

Ibris was cut off by the abrupt hiss of an arrow. The druid's keen senses allowed her to sidestep to avoid the wicked spines of the arrow head and notched body tipped in a black feather. It exuded a miasma of poison, causing the night elf to wrinkle her nose at the tainted weapon touched by demonic magics. They were discovered. Ibris's careful observations and calculated plan all crumbled in the wake of that arrow. The sentry who loosed the arrow from cover nearby would see the full measure of her wrath.

Turning away from the orc in frustration, the druid's svelte lavender figure dove down into the pelt of a sabre cat. Whisper quiet pads grazed the lush grass underfoot as she surged into the underbrush to seek out the satyr before it could alert the rest of its clan, or try to shoot another arrow if it was foolish enough.

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In a sense Gruhl was impressed that she stepped forward. Few were bold enough to confront an orc in such a manner. At least she seemed to understand that he had authority here even if she called him unnecessary, an idea he disputed. If she had it her way she would leave and this land would rot again in little time.

He was listening, readying himself to disagree with her, growing more riled by the moment when he barely had the time to react to her sidestep, dodging under the dark arrow and snarling instinctively as he tightened his grip on his mace. Angry as he was he knew this was not her treachery but instead the actions of the foul, corrupted satyr.

As she so smoothly melted away he lashed out, too, reaching out to what he could feel of the earth. Though hampered the spirits were still strong and with a strong, aggressive gesture he caused a tremor behind the satyr archer, shaking the earth a little and causing him to stumble off-balance, stepping forward clumsily directly towards the druid to give her all the opportunity she needed. The tremor itself was precise enough as to not make too much sound and far more restrained than lightning or lava might have been and, despite their disagreement, he did not want to send power like that coursing towards the druid as she made her attack.

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Ibris launched herself in the direction the arrow had been loosed from. Even while in stealth and from afar the satyr thought it was safe, that would quickly turn into a grave mistake. The druid felt the orc's power surging through the ground beneath the whisper quiet pads of her feline feet as she advanced towards her prey. The jostle from the earth was more than enough to unseat the satyr archer, too---for the scout had barely any time to tuck tail and run at the failed shot when it became clear notching a second would require more precious time than it had.

Leaping forward, her jet black claws gleamed in the forest's unnatural glow as they extended out. The ends clipped the satyr's thick maroon fur before finding purchase deeper in yielding flesh. With no other way to defend itself, the satyr boasted a sickening grin upon its face while succumbing to the druid's rending claws that carved into his chest.

He howled. It was a low baying call that made her sensitive ears ring but not enough to deter her from the task. Her jaw came forward next, clamping down with a crunch as the satyr's vocal chords were cut off mid-death call.

But that was all it needed. The satyr of its clan were surely alerted to its call and in a moment a mournful chorus of growls and snarls erupted from the red corrupted glade beyond where the satyrs were stirred to action. Ibris dropped the dead satyr from her mouth. Blood shimmered on her sleek fur the same frightening hue as the red glade beyond. Brush and low boughs parted as a few satyrs closest to their fallen scout came rushing with wickedly curved blades in hand, bewitched to be ready to cut down those who would threaten Nezrax or lay down their lives doing so.

Ibris stepped back a few paces quickly as the first few satyr rushed forward. She reared up, shedding her feline skin for that of a night elf again. Her hands raised readying spires of white-hot moonfire and entangling roots.

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As Ibris rushed forth, Gruhl felt a sense of pride at her swiftness and their co-ordination. Clearly they were capable of working together at least in these small ways. She took down their shared foe just as he hoped she might but, unfortunately, he had just enough time to bellow to his foul kin before he fell. Frowning, he already knew more would be on their way.

Gruhl waited for Ibris to back away and be clear of them before holding his hammer to the sky, feeling the storm overhead in spirit even when it was not present here he could sense its power. With an almighty warcry he raised up his palm and a bolt of chain lightning erupted outwards, arcing toward the nearest Satyr and electrifying him before rapidly channeling to the next, and the next, seeing their fur char and their eyes widen at the shock and pain.

Not satisfied with just one bolt he continued, deftly branching the lightning through the Satyrs while avoiding the wildlife and the night elf he knew they could not long survive under the torrent of their combined spellcasting. At least this was simpler. While Nezrax promised to present a real threat these satyrs were not, at least in his view, and he was more apprehensive about trying to work with Ibris than he was about defeating these first few foes.

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The druid had just enough time to back away from the corpse of the satyr she strangled when a great bolt of lightning came crashing down. It arced toward the oncoming warriors from the Nezrax's corrupted clan and made short work of the twisted creatures as it let loose a savage chain of electricity. The scent of their charred, sizzling corpses was enough to make one sick but Ibris held her composure well against the assault to her keen senses. She deftly leapt back as the lightning continued to ravage more of the almost mindless satyrs who approached hoping to land a blow on the pair---none from that wave or the next were successful.

When the last of the wave were killed she pressed onward, not even bothering to look back at the orc despite feeling a budding sense of thanks at his actions. Swiftly, the feral cat started to traipse through the thick forest towards the satyr settlement in the distance. More baying from the creatures within could be hear louder and louder like a cacophony of demonic tongues. Ibris passed through the last tree line separating her from the satyr den, now pock marked with crimson growths that wove insidious vines and jutted dangerous crystals that choked the once beautiful Kal'Dorei village they now called home.

There were at least a dozen more satyrs armed with wickedly curved blades or bows. But Ibris's shining silver eyes focused on the center of the village where the earth had been carved into a fel sigil undulating with dark magics. Smaller, ebony furred satyr's wove the magics between their sharp claws and in the center stood Nezrax communing with something through a void portal. Rivulets of black and violet arcane energy vaulted from the summoners to Nezrax as he channeled the darkness therein to grow more powerful. The fetish in his hand seemed to hum with energy, too, and Ibris could feel it reverberating in her chest from her position on the outskirts.

Suddenly she shed her feral skin and stood again as a night elf, soft lavender flesh almost glowing in the ethereal night of the Val'Sharah woodland. Just as she planned before the orc interrupted her, Ibris had a plan: she reached out to the earth and called sharp vines to sprout around the casters. The thorns surely cut into their thick fur but they did not falter despite the restraint, in fact they only seemed to fight harder to keep Nezrax's portal open. In the shadows of the village she saw more red eyes turn towards her and the gleam of their blades.

Confident the orc followed her at least this far, she shouted over to him above the din of the deep chanting and rallying cries. "There are more warriors within. I can hold off their warlocks---for now---but that portal needs to be closed immediately!" Ibris observed. With their cover already blown by the scout she had little fear of calling more attention to herself.


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Jax hadn't ever really considered the possibility his body could be wanted as much as Zevani so clearly wanted it. She made him bite his lip and whine as he felt her cherishing his seed and his cock equally, making him feel adored in a very base, primal way. As she teased him he nodded, half grateful for the rest and half wishing she would ride him to complete collapse.

"Maybe next time?" He suggested, speaking breathlessly as he smiled at her, already picturing how much fun that could be. Zevani certainly firmly gave him the impression she could bring him to absolute exhaustion while still perfectly calm herself and, though he imagined she could change that dynamic with her magic, he liked that she had that over him and he felt assured he could still please her.

As soon as she encouraged him Jax settled, moving close to Zevani and embracing her firmly with his now far stronger arms. His eyes gently drifted closed and he nodded. "Thank you. So much. You're so kind," Jax softly replied, speaking drowsily as he already felt himself drifting, completely settled by her presence. "I hope you can rest too," Jax gently encouraged, still not sure if Zevani really needed it but he adored the idea of her sleeping beside him.

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Jax suggesting next time she could ride him too exhaustion made the Ifrit chuckle, and she gave him a little wink of one green eye. "Maybe, if you ask nicely?" Again she was teasing, she'd be perfectly happy to do that, and more. But she didn't want to overwhelm him during their first encounter, either. He might decide he didn't like it, if she did!

When he thanked her, again, she couldn't help the rather warm smile she gave as she watched his eyes close and him start to drift into sleep. He'd thanked her many times, since he had mistakenly let her out of her prison. Perhaps that was part of why she was kind to him, he'd freed her on accident but even upon finding out what she was he hadn't changed his rather sweet demeanor. How could she be angry or attempt to scare him when he simply wanted to be close to her physically?

That seemed to make both of them happy, after all. Zevani made a soft sound as he told her to rest as well. She could, and so she did, enjoying the wrap of his strong arms around her as he quickly fell into sleep. Not surprising, with how much work she'd put him through, and making him climax multiple times. Maybe she also used just a tiny touch of her magic to him as he slept, before she fell into a light doze herself. Just enough to encourage healing and restoration while he rested, so that he would wake feeling more refreshed than ever. He hadn't asked for it, but... Zevani found herself liking this human. And what was the use of having magic if not to use it?

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"Of course," Jax gently murmured in response to her, trusting that she was teasing particularly when she gave such a playful wink. Even that little action was deeply endearing and, in a way, intoxicating. Her presence was addictive in ways he was only just about noticing, for the moment, but he didn't begrudge it in the slightest. If anything he was still stunned and overjoyed to have encountered her.

Side by side with her he found a swift and deep rest despite the time, having been tired out by their time together. Jax slept well, for several hours, laying with Zevani until the early hours of the mornings. His dreams were warm and comforting, letting him settle even further before finally waking.

When Jax blinked his eyes open he smiled over at Zevani, rousing himself gently and wrapping his toned arms tighter around the Ifrit. Yesterday felt almost like a dream. Having awoken far earlier than he normally would he wasn't used to the dim half-light of the early hours and he blinked a few more times, shaking his head as he looked at her and marveled that she was still here, still real. She was so very present when all logic told her she must be some kind of dream.

Staying quiet Jax leaned in a little, trying to gauge whether she was awake or if she might want a little more rest. He had no idea how much she might need and wanted to let her be as comfortable as possible---after all, he was in no rush now that she had opened up so much in his life he felt an odd kind of calm excitement. There was so much to look forward to but plenty of time to experience it all. It was easy to feel content to let her wake in due course, rather than jostling her.

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Zevani didn't need sleep in the same way that a human would, but she did grow tired from physical activity unless she used magic to bolster her reserves. This time she didn't, since he needed the rest. So she slept, quite peacefully, curled in his arms. It was such a nice change from being alone for so long she didn't wake till the early morning light drifted in through the closed curtains.

Feeling Jax's arms tighten around her faintly, the Ifrit gave a small smile and waited before opening her eyes. To find him leaning in to look at her. The fullness of her lips curled a little as she looked at him, amused.

"Good morning Jax." One of her hands shifted, away from his shoulders to cup his chin and hold him still, while she leaned in and placed a spontaneous kiss on his lips. "You're looking at me as if I might disappear."

Letting go of his chin, she smiled more, figuring his attention may be partly because of how odd it was for him to have found her. "Or do I have something on my face?" Zevani tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched the human. He was so very different from the mages she'd known!

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Jax's smile turned so much wider when Zevani woke, beaming down at her and immediately instinctively returning that soft kiss of hers. She was right. He did keep thinking she would disappear or, worse, that he would wake up in a hospital to learn he had been delirious for days. It was too good to be true. It had to be.

Blinking he chuckled at her joke, gently shaking his head. "I'm just so glad you're here," Jax noted, then adjusting a little on the bed to draw slightly closer to Zevani. With that he leaned in again, this time being the one to initiate the kiss as he found himself irresistibly drawn to her once more. His kiss was deeper than their earlier one had been but, eventually, he pulled back and smiled.

"How did you rest? How are you feeling?" He asked, already concerned about trying to make sure she was comfortable and happy after she had done so much for him already kindness came especially easily.

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The fact Jax seemed genuinely happy to see her was something she was not used to. Oh, true, the mages she'd served before were glad to have her in their power, but not to know her personally. It was very different and she wasn't entirely sure how to handle it. But she was glad for it, all the same. Waking up next to someone happy to see you was a rather pleasant experience. The Ifrit returned his kiss, her lips very warm against his own, enjoying the fact he had kissed her first.

"I rested well, and I am feeling quite nice. Not being trapped in the amulet is a wonderful sleep aid. Not to mention the physical activity from before." Zevani smiled rather wickedly at that, one hand lifting to stroke fingertips over his cheek. "What about you? I hope you aren't too tired or sore from yesterday."

Of course she had used her magic to make sure he would sleep well, but she didn't bother to say it. It was a small thing, but he had been so lovely to be around she found herself far more generous with her magic than usual. "And what will you be doing today? What is a normal day in this time period?" The bright green of her eyes was curious as she said it, before she'd been too focused on him and their physical attraction, but she was wondering what the world was like now, outside of his home.

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"I'm glad," Jax quickly and honestly replied, happy that she had rested well beside him. When she mentioned yesterday he smiled wider, half-blushing a touch even if the embarrassment was quickly wearing off in the face of her calm attitude to it all. "No, no. I feel fine. Good, really. I slept really well," He answered quickly.

As she questioned him his brow furrowed, pausing to muse on the question. It didn't seem right to try to go about a day that was anything approaching normal given the circumstances. In a way, it almost felt like a waste or, perhaps, an insult. How could he possibly drag Zevani through the mundanities of ordinary life?

"I urm. I don't really know anymore. There's not a lot we can't do, now," Jax mused, briefly thinking back to what his plans had been before Zevani appeared. "Perhaps we should just get showered, dressed, eat, and then we can explore a little and you can see how the world is now?" He eventually suggested, doing his best to be honest without condescending at all. It wasn't easy to treat her like she was unaware when she had so little experience with the modern world despite knowing how much more she must know about so many things Jax didn't understand.

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Jax had a series of habits she found quite endearing, like how often he seemed to blush around her. Likely that would fade as he grew more comfortable around her, but it was almost a shame to think so. It was a touch of innocence she was not at all used to seeing and rather enjoyed. His moment of thought to her question was waited through, giving him time to decide, when he suggested they prepare for the day she had to agree, but then her own brow furrowed.

"Showered?" Zevani could get behind dressing and eating, at least, but bathing was what she was used to. Even in streams or waterfalls, she considered it bathing, the idea of a shower was unknown to her. Still, she decided to start the process of getting out of bed, first stretching in a languid sort of manner before she rolled to the edge and slid off to stand. The waves of her fiery hair reached to brush the upper curve of her ass in this form, a length that would have been normal the last time she was free.

"You may have to guide me as to what clothing is suitable. I have the feeling styles must have changed, since last I wore clothing." There was a touch of amusement there as she looked back at him over her shoulder, the green of her eyes sweeping over him in an appreciative glance.

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Jax had been just about to explain what a shower was when Zevani stood, giving him a shameless view of her wide hips and that perfectly round, toned ass. Blinking he stared, admiring the view from where he lay and biting his lip gently. There was little shame in his gaze, not like there had been even yesterday. He just knew Zevani would welcome his eyes on that body.

There was a strong urge to reach out and grope her but Jax restrained, instead settling to admire the view even as he knew she caught him staring. Grinning he finally drew his eyes up to hers. "I'll try my best. You'll look good in anything, though," He commented, not knowing much about fashion but suspecting Zevani had a better eye for it than he did.

As he stood Jax realized he didn't have anything here for her to try on. "I'm not sure what you'd wear to the shops, though. I don't think my clothes will suit you," He pointed out, knowing that for a start none of his clothing was designed for a body as curvaceous as hers. "Maybe we can wash first?" Jax suggested, sure she would effortlessly find a way through just about any barrier.

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Zevani seemed to enjoy the way he looked at her, flashing him a smile when he met her gaze after having looked over her curves. "That is sweet of you to say. I am more concerned with not looking too out of place, I doubt the robes that were popular when I was last free are common. But perhaps I am wrong?"

She nodded when he said they could wash, and she gestured for him to lead the way. "Very well, show me your bathing chamber, then. Or wherever we shower." The Ifrit waited for him to stand, then followed him into the bathroom, and her gaze looked over the fixtures curiously. The first thing she noticed was the lights when he flicked them on, and she reached out, her hand getting close to them but not touching.

"They are not hot? This seems like magic." Zevani sounded uncertain, knowing he said he didn't know anything about magic but realizing perhaps she was missing some sort of information. The moment he turned the shower on her mouth dropped open. "This must be magic!" She said, as if chiding him for keeping his magic from her.

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"You'll always stand out," Jax inevitably complimented before nodding. "A robe might be a little much out in public, sadly," He agreed, imagining she would cut an incredibly stunning image but equally knowing that it would be far from practical to draw that many eyes over to them.

As he led the way he smiled lightly to himself at the phrase 'bathing chamber' not entirely sure how expansive she imagined his modest home to be before he caught her intrigue at the light. Of all things he took for granted, they were certainly high on the list. Jax had never really thought about it too much and he certainly didn't know how modern light bulbs really worked. They just did.

"It's just science. I don't know how they work, though. Sorry," He offered, wishing he was more aware of the world so that he could better sate her curiosities.

As the stream of warm water flowed from the shower which was, mercifully, big enough for two to be relatively comfortable in his modest bathroom he blinked again. "It's nothing compared to what you can do," He pointed out, then beckoning to her to join him so that she could feel the warm water on her skin.

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"You flatter me, Jax. I could certainly get used to that." Her smile showed she was being genuine, in fact it was refreshing to hear a sincere compliment. Most just tried to say how awesome and powerful she was so she would be more inclined to help them. Having him compliment her instead on her figure and seem to mean it was quite nice.

True the bathroom was smaller than she was used to, but for a variety of reasons. For one, it seemed private. There was only enough room for the two of them, anyway. The baths she was used to were often shared, aside form those very rich. "Ah, science? That is the counterpoint to magic." Zevani said thoughtfully. "And the water, as well? More science?"

As he stood in the water and beckoned to her, she gave a small nod and stepped into the shower. The warmth of the water was quite nice, and she made a pleased, surprised sound. "Science has come a long way." Perhaps that was why magic had fallen out of favor? She was curious to find out, but unfortunately Jax didn't seem to know much about magic at all.

Pushing those questions aside, her features switched from thoughtful to a smile as the water wet her hair and flowed over her golden skin. "I quite like this shower. It's very different from a bath, but I think very relaxing." This was said as she brushed up against his front with her own, the tips of her breasts dragging over his chest as she grabbed a shampoo bottle. "And this is?"

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Jax could hardly help himself showering compliments on Zevani and so he was glad she took them so well. There was no ulterior motive he just admired so many things about her and found her deeply enthralling to the point he couldn't let her know. "More science," He confirmed as she checked, wishing he could give her a better explanation than that but having as little knowledge of plumbing as he did of electrics.

That little sound she made as she joined him was thrilling but sweet at the same time, making Jax chuckle to himself. "It really has. There's a lot to see. I wonder what your magic can do with modern science," He mused, imagining that she would have so many more things she could affect in the modern world but not sure how her magic might interact with technology.

Although he was a little more used to Zevani's naked body he still kept stealing glances, admiring the way the water ran over her smooth skin as her hair began to cling to her more. He didn't mean to but he shivered a little at that soft feeling as her breasts pressed into him, only distracted by her question about the shampoo. "It's to wash your hair. I could help you wash yours if you like?" He answered and offered at once, not having particularly thought about it when he blurted out the offer.

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Zevani would have to look into science more, she decided. Perhaps there was someone Jax knew who she could ask, or maybe there were scrolls or tomes? There would be time for that later. In the moment she was too curious about the things around her, and when he answered the question about the bottle and made an offer in the same breath, she nodded.

"I would like that, thank you." The Ifrit smiled and handed the bottle to him, turning around so he could reach her hair. It was darker now from the water running through it, a deep crimson, and clung to the curve of her back. "I can tell from what little I've seen just here, there is a lot for me to learn and familiarize myself with. This is the longest I've been imprisoned. Before the longest was only a couple of decades."

And she wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been lost, but she assumed a very, very long time. When Jax started to touch her hair, she let out another happy sound. It was a true luxury to have someone else help wash.your hair, and it felt wonderful. "It smells... different. I am not sure what that scent is, but it's pleasant." She was only familiar with those oils and perfumes popular before. Mostly from flowers and things like sandalwood. All lovely, but this was more complex.

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When Zevani turned her back it really did call to something instinctive in Jax that he'd never really known was there. A small but loud part of him wanted to step nearer, to push her up to the shower wall. He wondered if she might object if he did it without warning. Jax wasn't nearly confident enough around her to act on those thoughts but they were certainly there.

Still, he would certainly wash her hair for her. "You're welcome," Jax replied, then feeling sadness at the idea of all Zevani had missed. She seemed surprisingly comfortable with the fact but then again it was her very nature so it made some sense that it would seem natural to her.

"Perhaps we can try to work out how long it's been," He offered, not sure if she was one who liked to look back but feeling like it would help to know more of her own past, for both of them.

After that he started to gently run his fingers through her hair, cautious to avoid making any knots or yanking at all he first focused on making sure it was soaked through before he began the steady process of slowly applying the shampoo, its soft fruity scent filling the shower. It was a budget brand but a reasonable quality one and Jax liked the mixture of sweet fruits. Touching her like this was both warming and at least a little arousing but he was more focused on taking care of her and treating her well.

It didn't take long before her hair was fully lathered in a moment of quiet, soft intimacy. "If you just tilt your head back I'll help rinse it all through," He offered, enjoying the process of caring for Zevani more than he had expected.

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Zevani wouldn't have objected if Jax had acted on those instincts, but also she couldn't read in his mind. And at the moment, his expression either, as she was facing away from him. The offer to try to figure out how long it had been made her nod. "I would be curious, at least. If it has been a very long time, it might be time consuming to grow up to date on events."

The Ifrit made a pleased sound as he lathered the shampoo in her hair. "You are very gentle, thank you. Have you washed many people's hair?" In fact she had disliked missing things, being trapped, for a long time. It had made her quite bitter toward the mage who bound her, and she was glad when his rival killed him and stole her. Something she could have prevented, but he had not called on her and she wouldn't do it of her own choice.

When he told her to tilt her head back, she did so, their difference in height meaning she was able to look up at him and give him a faint smile. It was very hard to read what the woman was thinking, her face was full of expressions, but somehow she still seemed a bit enigmatic. Perhaps because of her age in relation to him, who knew?

"I will wash you, as well. It is not something I have often done but I would like to." It seemed they could have a mutually rewarding relationship, something she was quite happy for. Even though she'd thought to intimidate him upon their first meeting, she wanted him to know she was no threat to him now.

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"At least then you would know," Jax noted, only able to vaguely imagine just what a vast quantity of human history she had missed out on to find herself in such a strange new world in what he assumed to her felt like a relatively short time. Surely she would have been angrier if she had been fully aware of all that waiting? Perhaps she was just glad to finally be free.

Her gentle pleased sounds certainly didn't help with his arousal but he continued to treat her with delicacy and care. "No, no," He replied, never having really done anything like this before he was just trying to be soft and cautious. With her head tilted back he took his time again, rinsing through her hair thoroughly until it was properly washed.

"It's all done. It should feel nice and soft when it dries," Jax explained, wondering if she meant that she would wash his hair or his body as he took his hands away so that she could turn to face him. Between the intrusive thoughts that flickered through his mind and knowing he was making her happy, he had grown a little aroused, though far from fully hard, but he didn't call any attention to that. "You're more than welcome to," He gladly accepted, very happy to let her wash him.

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Zevani tilted her head a little as she looked up at him, her eyes looking quite green from that close up. "You know, you can ask me whatever you wish?" It seemed as if he thought a great deal to himself, but didn't often speak up about those thoughts. "Or tell me."

When he finished rinsing her hair, she gave him a smile and lifted her head, turning around to look for... well, soap, or a cloth. There was some odd sponge-like thing that didn't feel like any material she'd felt before, which she examined closely. A fine mesh of threads, she squeezed it a few times and then looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "Is this the proper thing to use?"

Jax helped her out a bit, with adding body wash and then showing her how easily the odd thing lathered the liquid. "Huu-um." Zevani mused in a drawn out sort of sound as she watched, then took it back from him and started to wash his shoulders and chest. "I imagine, if I had never met an Ifrit or heard of magic, I might have questions. Just like I have them about..." She waved a hand around them, "All of this." The smile she offered him was slightly reassuring, as she ran first the sponge thing over him, scrubbing gently, then her other hand, to gently wash away the suds.

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"I'll try," Jax accepted, glad she was encouraging him to be more open. It wasn't easy when he was both not used to being so close with a stranger and at the same time when he knew so little of her nature. Perhaps that was the point of the questions, though.

As she investigated the washcloth he chuckled a little and nodded. "Yes, it is," He simply replied, still realizing there was a rapidly growing list of things great and small he would have to explain to Zevani. With the wealth she could provide they could be faced with far, far more than just the contents of his home and he wondered if she would adapt fast.

"There are so many questions in my head I hardly know where to start. I'll try to ask anything that comes to mind, though," Jax answered, then beginning to lose a little focus as she scrubbed him clean. He hadn't been washed by anyone else's hand since he was very small and it felt relaxing and intimate, a little like he hoped his washing of her hair had felt.

Jax let his eyes flutter closed as he exhaled and smiled, settling in without realizing his arousal really was obvious now. Between the sight of her and now the feeling of her washing him he was throbbing, almost completely closing the gap between them while he remained oblivious as his mind was caught up with the washing and wondering what he might ask her. It didn't occur to him what might happen if, or when, Zevani washed a little lower.

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Zevani smiled faintly as he said he wasn't sure what to ask, that she could understand. If she was really so foreign to him it might be hard to know where to start, but she wanted him to know it was fine to ask. That she wouldn't be annoyed or angry. Frankly she felt more open with him than any human she'd met in a very long time.

She focused then on washing him, enjoying the simple act of intimacy, just as he'd washed her hair. "Good, you certainly can ask whatever you feel like. If I don't have an answer I'll simply say so."

Feeling the familiar brush of something against her belly, Zevani glanced down and then smiled rather wickedly, though she didn't mention it. Instead, her fingers moved lower and she washed over his stomach, finding faint ridges of muscle from how she'd changed his figure the night before. The cloth and her hands drew very close to the base of his shaft, but never quite touched it, until finally she spoke up.

"Should I take care of this, as well as washing you?" That question posed, she drew her finger along the top of his shaft, from the base to the tip, and then circled her finger around it. Careful attention was paid to the ridge between the head and shaft, her fingertip very gentle.

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"Thank you," Jax softly replied, speaking gently as she so effortlessly brought him such relaxation. In that moment of quiet he really was just appreciating Zevani for all that she had done already, those hands of hers serving to highlight his new physique even as she teased him a little. Those lower touches certainly made him more aware of how hard he was but he felt no shame in it.

He was aching when she spoke, making him exhale again and nod. It seemed Zevani wouldn't have taken a no as she teased him ever so softly harder and his body reacted by eagerly throbbing for her. "Please," Jax accepted quickly. "It's hard not to be aroused when I'm so close to you," He admitted, not feeling too much shame as Zevani had never once made him feel the least bit guilty over his desires or his body.

"Any way you like," Jax offered, not sure what she would choose but knowing that she wouldn't have any struggle bringing him to orgasm. "If you want me to take care of you too, just ask," He noted, feeling that not offering would be unfair and rude.

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Jax's thank you made her smile, and she trailed her fingers over his newly defined muscles, enjoying it as much as he did it seemed. "Oh? That's a lovely compliment." Zevani smile turned more predatory. "Oh, any way I like? How generous..."

Slowly, her fingers curled around his shaft, and stroked up and down. It was a tease, not meant to get him there just yet. Only to promise more, which she would most certainly deliver on. "Mm, I would like you to 'take care of me', yes..." She grinned then, and hung the cloth back up before she turned around, slowly, giving him a show as she slowly bent over and arched her back to look over her shoulder at him.

It brought the curve of her ass close to him, and she closed the distance by shifting her weight backward, to bump against his arousal. One hand reached behind her and gripped him, stroking again as she used one hand to brace against the wall. "Like this, I think..." Zevani bit her lip as she enjoyed the weight of his cock in her hand, and then she pressed back further, rubbing him up against the dip between her cheeks. "Unless you have a better idea, I am open to it."


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Akane was normally a good student, but she couldn't seem to focus. Sitting in class, her mind kept drifting back to that morning. She could almost feel the hands on her breasts, feel her pleasure surge, filling her body. She could feel the tingle still, suffusing her. It was a strange feeling, but good, somehow. Powerful? That didn't seem right; she'd been helpless in the man's hands, after all. Nevertheless... and somehow, it reminded her of the dream she'd had...

Shaking her head, tucking back her luxurious red hair, Akane did her best to focus on the lesson. And ignore the looks she could swear she was getting from the other students. And the teacher? Blushing, Akane crossed her arms over her chest. The end of class couldn't come quickly enough.

After class was one of her electives. Theater! She made her way quickly over to the quiet wooden building, located on the edge of campus. She paused only a moment, looking up at the stage with a sigh and a smile. Her classmates were scattered here and there, practicing. Akane greeted them brightly, ignoring the way their eyes dropped to her chest after a few moments.

With a spring in her step, the hem of her skirt swaying, Akane made her way to the workshop at the back of the theater. It was fitting day, and as a leading actress, she'd need to be properly measured for her costume.

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The costume designer, Mr Koji, had his back to her as Akane entered. He was, much as always, digging around for some bit or another to try and work out some final detail for some actor's costume, and in doing so inevitably found a completely different bit for a completely different costume that would be just perfect, and then struggling to remember what it was he had originally been searching for. He wasn't sure anymore what it was he was going to find, only that he would know it when he saw it.

And so upon hearing someone enter he made a backwards gesture and with a flippant voice called out, "Yes yes I'll be right with you; strip down to your undergarments and I'll ge---aha!"

With a look of excitement the spectacled figure spun round, holding up a little scarlet bonnet to the light. "Not what I was looking for, but what I wanted nonetheless. That'll be useful for next year." His eyes spun wildly again, finally catching sight of the figure he had initially been calling out to.

"Ah Akane, good yes hello, you'll be wearing a corset correct? I'll need to measure your chest, so just remove your top and..." the man groped around for a moment, his voice trailing off until he had found the bit of measuring tape, "Here we are! Yes your top, I'll need it off to get an accurate measurement. Quickly now we don't have all day, it's going to take me a good while just to remember what I came in here for. Oh and your skirt will need to come off too, you can do that now or later, but we'll need to get your waist measurements too."

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Akane smiled. "Good afternoon, Mister Koji." She said, smiling, both polite and amused. The antics of the costume designer were something she had already grown familiar with in her time at the theater, and they were always something of a delight.

"Mmm! Corset and dress." Akane agreed cheerfully. "The director is still making some adjustments, so I don't know exactly what I'll be wearing, so I should be measured for those at least." She bit her lip, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Having her chest measured was always uncomfortable, because it drew attention to just how large her breasts were. And especially at the moment...

"Oh, ahh..." Akane shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, blushing, her gaze shifting away. "Mister Koji... it's nothing." She'd been about to tell him that she wasn't wearing a bra, but it just felt so awkward to say. Besides, there was nothing to be done about it.

Clearing her throat delicately, she turned away, shrugging her coat off with an easy gesture, although she folded it carefully. And then she pealed off her skirt, likewise folding it. The curves of her hips and backside were more obvious, the pale softness of her thighs, the gentle sway as she moved. Truly, Akane had a marvelous figure, top to bottom. She wore a delicate pair of white panties, concealing her modesty, but little else.

Swallowing, keeping her back turned, Akane unbuttoned the remaining buttons to her top, then shrugged it off as well, stripping herself to her slender waist. The feminine curves of her were on open display, and even with her back turned, one arm up to cover her breasts, the sides of her generous bare orbs were still visible. "I... I'm ready, Mister Koji." Akane said in her soft voice, looking back over her shoulder through the curtain of her red hair.

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"Turn around Akane, I can't get a good measurement if you're facing aw---" Koji's voice caught in his throat as he realized the student's predicament. After a moment he seemed to remember his voice, and clearing his throat the costume designer tried to keep his voice even, "I didn't realize you weren't wearing a bra. Well, I suppose that will make the measurements all that more accurate, and so I admire your commitment to the show."

"Still, you're going to have to lower your hands if I am to measure your chest dear," he continued, trying and failing to keep his gaze focused on her face and not the pair of perfectly shaped orbs which seemed almost to beckon to him, "I'll be quick, I assure you."

He waited for Akane to do as much, his eyes drinking in every detail of her revealing herself to him. As much as he tried he simply could not resist the tempting sight; he had never thought of himself as a perverse man, and while Akane certainly had a body most men would do all manner of thing to enjoy, the pull he felt was as if a literal enchantment had come over his senses.

Once Akane had lowered her hands and bared her breasts fully to him, he reached, trembling slightly, to wrap the measuring tape around her chest. The tape contorted and squeezed her breasts as Koji struggled to find a snug position, the edges of the tape rubbing against her nipples as she felt her chest constricted by the tool. Koji struggled with the tape around her nipples; for whatever reason it would not stay snug there and kept slipping, and so he was obliged to reset it over her little pink nubs time and time again, and each time he did as much his thumb rolled over her nipple.

"I can't seem to find a good angle," Koji said, his own face red with embarrassment. In spite of his embarrassment he was obliged to use one hand to steady the tape and another to lift and hold each of her breasts in turn, trying and failing to keep them in a good position. Finally he seemed to grow frustrated, and said, "My dear would you mind lifting your breasts up for me? I need to you hold them so I can get a good look; ah, for the measurements, to be clear."

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"Oh... of course..." Biting her lip nervously, Akane turned to face him. The flush on her beautiful features grew as she slowly lowered her hands, revealing her perfect breasts to his gaze. Looking away, she tucked her hair back behind her ears, both hands moving, her breasts shifting just a little with the motion of her body. The air in the theater was pleasantly warm, but her pink nipples were still just a little bit hard, the rosy peaks drawing the eye.

Then he wrapped the measuring tape around her breasts. Akane gasped, lips parting just a little, but this part wasn't unexpected. The tape squeezed her perfect orbs, delectable flesh shifting against the pressure of the tape. "Mister Koji..." Akane began, then stopped, biting her lip. It would be over in a matter of moments.

Or so she thought. Akane gasped, louder than before, as his thumb brushed her nipple. And then again. And then again! She began to squirm, just a little, lithe body twisting at the waist, breasts bobbing with the motion. It... it felt good! Why did it feel good? Another gasp, almost a moan, as thumb brushed her nipple again, making her arch and tremble, pressing her breasts helplessly forward.

Finally he got his tape secured, but it wasn't over. Unable to quite keep her voice in anymore, Akane moaned softly, breathily, as her breasts were cupped from beneath, one after the other, sending a little quiver of pleasure through her sensual form, each perfect orb yielding delectably to his touch. "Oh..." Eyelashes fluttering, cheeks flushed, Akane nodded. "I will do my best, Mister Koji." Biting her lip again, Akane's flush deepened, as her hands came up to cup her own breasts, pressing up from underneath. Always beautiful, they seemed even more so lifted like this, their perfect rounded shape emphasized. More than that, it was a pose of feminine submission, Akane's hazel eyes wide as she unconsciously displayed her breasts to Koji like an offering.

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His heart pounding in his chest, Koji swallowed hard as he tightened the tape around her breasts, much more tightly than was necessary, before he seemed to realize that he had forgotten what it was he had been attempting to accomplish again. He had let a stray thought distract him, urge him to see what her perfect chest would look like squeezed and contorted as far as he could manage, but he cleansed the thought from his scatterbrain and made a good measurement.

"92 centimeters... quite impressive, dear." Koji said, scarcely aware of how odd his commentary likely came off. His eyes shifted, becoming fixated on her rosy nubs, stiffened from the experience. Something told him, though he couldn't be sure why the thought occurred to him, that they might need further examination.

"I did notice that you were squirming around quite a bit there, however; does the feeling of something rubbing you here cause you discomfort?" Koji asked, his fingers tugging gently on each of her hardened nipples as he gauged her reaction, "We can't have you distracted during the play should the corset rub against you too much. Can you describe how you feel as I run some tests?"

The embarrassment and shame he had felt initially was quickly shifting toward undefined excitement and anticipation. There was something about the encounter that made him even more lost in thought and unaware of how odd he must seem than normal, and as he kneaded or tugged on her nipples he watched her face and body carefully for her reactions. He would need to test her a lot, yes, that made sense, of course he would need to see how sensitive her body was. What for again? Wasn't it because she was enjoying this? Something about dressing her up later, perhaps...

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Akane looked down at her breasts, still squeezed by the measuring tape. "Ummm... thank you?" Her soft-voiced response sounded as strange as the compliment had.

But there was no time to dwell on that. "Mister Koji..." Akane gasped as he tugged her nipples, her full breasts stretching. They snapped back instantly to their perfect round shape as he released the pressure, only to stretch as he tugged again. Akane's hands clenched down at her side, lips parting in a moan, unable to keep her voice in as he stimulated her sensitive nipples.

Soon, she was writhing helplessly as she stood. Twisting this way and that, auburn hair spilling about her bare shoulders, Akane did her best to resist the pleasure that was coursing through her body, but it was no use. Ever tug made her gasp and arch. Ever pinch made her moan. She bit her lip, but it did nothing to disguise the look of pleasure on her lovely features. Her nubile body quivered, breasts heaving with the arch of her back, thighs trembling. As her slender waist twisted, her feminine figure was emphasized, and it became unclear whether she was fighting the pleasure, or moving with it.

"It..." Akane bit her lip, gasping as her nipples were tugged yet again. "Mister Koji... it..." She couldn't answer, could she? Her lips parted, a soft cry of pleasure escaping as he caught her rosy nipples yet again, giving them a gentle squeeze. "My nipples feel good, Mister Koji!" She gasped out, pleasure forcing the truth from her.

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Koji felt his heart leap upon hearing that lewd admission, excitement and confidence spurring him onward. "Keep telling me how you feel Akane; it's very important you be open and honest with me as I will need to make sure you feel as comfortable as possible."

As for what comfort he was referring to he wasn't sure himself anymore, his thoughts entirely consumed by the sensitive student writhing beneath his fingers. Yes, she needed his help, and it was his duty to do what he could to make sure he did everything he could to make sure his actress felt good and happy with her role. What was her role again? Something with her breasts, it must be, perhaps he had better tease them more intensely...

And with that half formed thought in mind Koji leaned his lips forward and ran his tongue hotly across one of Akane's sensitive nubs, the stiffened nipple shifting ever so slightly under his tongue. Moments later his lips found themselves around her breast, sucking and licking at her rosy nub with a determination to make his actress feel as good as he possibly could. His tongue flicked across her nipple, then made circles around it, and then sucked hard.

And what a joy it was that his actress had admitted to feeling so good, and was offering her breasts up for him to work with! He would have to make sure he gave her special treatment; sensitive girls have other parts they like played with, don't they? That's right he had her remove her skirt too; that must be for...

Without any real warning Koji pushed his fingers down beneath the waistband of Akane's white panties, and began to rub themselves against her hot and already slick folds.

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"O... okay..." Akane whispered, pleasure lacing her feathery tone. Something about this felt strange. She should be...

"Ahh!" Akane tossed her head back, crying out softly, as Koji's tongue ran across her nipple, sending a sudden shock of pleasure through her nubile body. Her breasts bounced once, then settled as he locked his lips around her nipple. Akane cried out again, louder than before as he sucked hard against the sensitive nub, stretching her sensitive flesh. Helplessly she arched, pressing her breasts against him, bending at her slender waist. As good as his fingers had felt, his mouth brought even more pleasure to her sensitive rosy nubs, and her feminine writhing grew more intense.

Her eyes had gone half-lidded as she was pleasured, but they shot wide open as she felt his hand dip below the waistband of her panties. Her folds were bare. wet and hot to the touch. His fingers slid easily along them, already slick with her nectar, making her moan wantonly.

"Mister Koji..." Akane moaned. "It... my body feels hot..." Trembling helplessly, she clutched at him, her pleasure level rising rapidly from all the stimulation.

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Koji was in a world he hadn't expected to find himself in, to say the very least. The scent of the woman filled him, his mouth working to lick and suckle at her nipple, ears delighted by every carnal moan and lewd admission, but most importantly his fingers worked at her eager folds.

His fingers founds their way pushing inside her folds, thumb grazing at first and then grinding against her clit as his fingers fucked her hot slit. Such a lewd actress... surely this was what was needed for her to relax and embrace her new role. What was that role? A plaything, maybe? Or a concubine? Whatever it was she needed her body's... pleasure measured? In any case it was quite the lewd position she was trying out for, and so it was important for him to be thorough.

His fingers continued to work her folds, pushing Akane closer and closer to climax. At length Koji released her breasts so that he might speak, leaving their tips slick with saliva.

"Akane, dear, I need you to tell me if you're enjoying this. Are you getting close?" As soon as the question was asked he returned his lips to her breasts, not wanting her to have even a moment of respite.

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"Ohhh..." Akane's moan was almost a whimper as Koji's fingers pushed inside her. Unconsciously, her thighs parted, just a little. She moaned again as his hand moved, fingers thrusting into her. Her whole body trembled as he fucked her with his fingers, stroking her from the inside. She was audibly wet as he fingers her, each thrust of his fingers stirring her nectar lewdly.

Her pleasure grew. Akane's curving hips began to gently rock, moving against those thrusting fingers. Her sweet moans became cries, rising in a harmony to match the lewd sound of her fingering. Her trembling grew greater, her arching more desperate, breasts and thighs quivering as she was stimulated again and again. Eyes shut as she desperately tried to resist the wave of pleasure building, building...

"I'm... no... I'm... I'm cumming!" Akane's hazel eyes shot wide open, the admission surprising her almost as much as the sudden rush of pleasure suffusing her body. She cried out, her nubile body shaking, inner walls clenching around his thrusting fingers. Again and again she shook, the pleasure of climax overwhelming her, stronger than she had ever felt before. Her breast lifted with her curve of her body, bouncing delicately as she shook, again and again.

Dimly, she was aware of Koji saying he was finished, of her dressing again. Of returning home, and doing all the usual evening things that she did. But only dimly; Akane wandered through the rest of the day in a haze. The pervert in the morning was one thing, very strange, but just a single incident. But Mr Koji... Akane had never gotten any sort of sense of something like this from him. She'd never imagined, not in a million years, that he would tease her breasts as she writhed in his grip. That he would finger her until her body shook with climax. No, something was strange. That strange feeling, the excited energy suffusing her body, was still there, and wasn't going away.

For a while, Akane lay on her mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Perhaps... perhaps a good night's sleep would clear everything up. Perhaps tomorrow, she wouldn't go to pieces at a touch on her breasts. Perhaps. With a gentle sigh, Akane reached out, turning off the nearby lamp. Despite the strange feeling she had, she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

[Assistant] A slight breeze rolled across the bed of pinkish grass which coated the rolling rolls. Trees of bronze dotted each of the hills in clusters of five, each marking out the point of a star, and it was at the center of one of those metal tree clusters that Akane's eyes flitted open to see a sky with a deeper color of blue than she had ever recalled the sky possessing.