Rennia stood at the window of the top floor of the inn. The curtains mildly skirted away. Her attention was centered on the dark mountain pass, but her mind had been elsewhere. The events of the last few weeks had started playing in her head again—what she had done before, how she got here, where she was going now.
Uncertainty.
The town head lady was adamant that they not leave their rooms or explore the town, lest they cause a diplomatic incident. Which, in her honest opinion, slapping some naked freak across the face—or "slapping" them—would be a far better way to spend her time. When one leaves for other places, you're supposed to enjoy yourself.
Behind her, Maeve was fidgeting with a pillow. The large bed loomed behind Rennia. She hadn't been eager to go anywhere close. They'd share the bed tonight, for better or for worse. Maeve hadn't been bothered at all. Rennia was doing everything to avoid the dark-haired noble girl—adjusting her armor and her blade, even going as far as to meditate. Anything to not get hard.
Maeve, who had been annoyed, tussled and then sat up. It was the first time Rennia had seen Maeve without her heavy clothing. And while Maeve hadn't shared the sight of the size of her nipples or her areola, Rennia was feeling lecherous but conflicted. Maeve was attractive. She had great tits to put it lightly, long dark hair as black as the night sky, not to mention seriously well-endowed round tits.
Oh, wait. She'd already had that thought.
Then there was her figure. She was weighted in all the right areas—refined, supple. She had inviting hips, of the birthing kind, and skin that made Rennia salivate. Wide and round. Rennia pretended not to stare.
"We need to talk about your class. We made an agreement, didn't we? And I'm really interested in what you're supposed to be able to do at your peak state."
"Right now? It's really late."
"Isn't this the perfect time frame? What's a better time?" Maeve was tracing her fingers around her skin, as if she was teasing Rennia. "I figure, I want to see it. Your cock—your girlcock. I want to see you below your skirts and pants. I want to see your socks off. I want to study you, for educational reasons."
Maeve was blushing, turning her head away slightly. "Only if you're comfortable with it, of course. Unless you're too shy to give me a peak."
The head turn was a lie, Rennia thought. Who did such a thing, pretending they wanted to be elsewhere?
Maybe it was boredom, and maybe it was the constant arousal that Rennia did so well to suppress, but she didn't see why not. Actually, she did. Or did she? She didn't know. All she knew was her "bite" was gone. Why would she resist?
"Is this the appropriate venue, Maeve? What if someone sees us?" Their was panic in her voice, but she had reasons.
"Who? The bitch with the heels? She was practically drooling for you. Old slut, I swear everyone throws themselves at you. Not to mention, the whole town is engaging in extracuricular activities, let's focus on us, forget that woman."
Case in point. Whatever secret aura her class was extruding, it definitely created a magnetism she couldn't comprehend. But she had to deny it, because the implications would be severe.
"You're totally delusional. Not everyone swings for the same sex," Rennia rejected the whole premise, hissing. "You can't talk about a client that way, Maeve. Seriously, what if she hears us? Whoosh, our money is gone."
"Oh shush!" Maeve huffed, as uppity as she could. "Now, about my offer—if you're not interested, say so. Otherwise, I'll preoccupy myself with my studies. If you're not keen on advancing your class that is."
The noble girl pulled out a small book. Rennia had never seen her do such a thing today. Sure, she wasn't that exposed to reading, and it wasn't that she hated them. But how dare Maeve pull out the damn book after leading her on? Her cock was practically straining against her clothes. She was throbbing and growing harder.
Damn. This would have been different from her times with Lyanna—that had been exploratory. Her sexual encounters with Ishmere, she had never been prepared for that. It just happened. The thing with Tiamael was something that shouldn't have happened but did—the whole dynamic was weird, but—
Maeve was different. She had no direct connection to her past. What was one more name on the list? One spoiled runaway princess. Besides, it was all in good spirits, no? It was all educational, a team effort, so to speak. If she was going to stick around Maeve, why couldn't she show her? Maeve was clearly comfortable in her sexuality as well, or they'd have long split after the events of the day before yesterday.
Still, her throat was stuck, and she couldn't bring herself to say "yes."
"You concluded yourself, Rennia, that you need 'experience' to level your class. Sexual engagement, so to speak. I can give you that. Or you can even take it from me. I give you my consent."
Consent? Off the bat?
Rennia lowered her voice. "You know I've been trying to take this really slow. I don't know if it's ideal."
"But?"
"But—I'm afraid. Afraid." It was a horrible admission she didn't share willingly. "You might not like what you find."
She couldn't make eye contact, not yet.
"You don't get it, Maeve. Every inch of carrying this existence is heavy. It's like I need to have it right now—sex, a crutch, always. I know it was given to me for a reason by a higher power, but… what am I supposed to do with this hunger?"
Unconsciously, her hands had started drifting lower, already touching her member. And Maeve had leaned forward, just a bit. "So let's take it slowly then. Teach me about this maiden class, and I'll show you why I'm jealous."
Conflicted. Conflicted. Conflicted. The thoughts echoed in her head. That's the problem, Rennia—you're so damn indecisive.
"Ah, fuck it."
She threw herself forward.
Maeve smiled as Rennia approached.
The pathfinder's breath had become shallow. Why was she shaking? Why was her skin so tight? Why was their a drumbeat between her thighs? Her cock was stirring, and below that her pussy was stirring. Starved and in need.
Her fingers hooked to her leggings, slowly peeling them down. She stood before her, and the dark-haired girl leaned forward, back arched. Rennia found it odd that her undergarments were so sparse. Maeve was wearing a bright thong, one that was displaying the circumference of her thick, fat ass.
God, she had a fat ass. Was she just keen on hiding her assets?
She could smother her face in her ass, play with it like it was dough, knead her thoroughly, make it ripple and spring and bounce.
Her pulse was jumping.
That had been all she needed, all she needed to be horny again. Now she couldn't be stopped. She needed to be satisfied. Her cock had gone from floppy soft to fully erect in seconds. Her seven-inch member had extended way past the veil of the long shirt she had been wearing.
The cock cast a lewd shadow on the noble's face. Under the dim light of their room, it had made it all the more obscene.
Maeve's eyes were glittering, and then the girl turned her head upside down and ducked to look from below. It was the lewdest angle Rennia had witnessed.
This was the point of no return, Rennia thought. After this, how could she resist?
But, how far would they take it.