The soft light of morning filtered into my room, painting the familiar Drakarian stone with gentle hues of amber and grey. My eyes opened, and there she was: Selyra, still asleep, nestled warmly on my chest, her even breathing a soft rhythm against my skin. Her beautiful white hair cascaded around her, fanned out against the dark stone of my desired room, a perfect, ethereal contrast. I could still feel the warm imprint of her body against mine, the lingering scent of our entwined night. I wasn't dreaming, I thought, a quiet sense of disbelief and wonder filling me. This was real.
"Good morning," I murmured, my voice soft, almost a sigh of contentment.
Selyra stirred, her eyes fluttering open, those pale blue depths now hazy with sleep. She looked up at me, a sweet, sleepy smile gracing her lips. "I love it when you say morning," she whispered, her voice thick with slumber, and then leaned up to press a tender kiss against mine, her lips still soft from sleep.
Just as our lips parted, a familiar, thunderous BOOM echoed through the room, rattling the very foundations of the dorm. My newly reformed door, likely only just fixed, splintered inward once more, ripped violently from its hinges with a defiant groan of wood. Standing in the gaping, jagged frame, with his usual boisterous grin and utterly unfazed by the destruction he'd wrought, was Yue Galethorn.
"Oh, lovebirds!" Yue declared, his voice booming but laced with amusement. "Breakfast in fifteen minutes! Tradition still tradition, even if you are in love!" With that, he winked, then spun on his heel and strolled out, whistling cheerfully, leaving the wreckage of my door behind him as if it were simply a minor inconvenience.
Selyra just smiled at me, a silent, knowing, and utterly unconcerned expression on her face, as if broken doors and teasing prefects were just another amusing part of the Dolorian charm she'd come to expect.
She then sat up, her body stretching languidly, and pulled gently on my arm, leading me to the bathroom. We were still naked, the lingering intimacy of the night carrying effortlessly into the morning. We stepped into the shower together, the warm water cascading over our bodies, instantly clouding the small space with steam. She took the washcloth, her movements tender and deliberate, gently washing my back and chest, her touch light and tender, making my skin prickle with sensation. "There, my Void Prince," she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin, "let me spoil you this morning." I, in turn, ran my hands over her hourglass-perfect body, marveling at the soft curves, the soap making our skin slick and warm beneath my palms. Her fingers, ever so subtly, navigated my hand, guiding it to her breast, pressing my palm gently against her firm, full curve. "Feel how much you affect me?" she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur, her eyes locking with mine. My hand, in turn, found its way to her soft bottom, gripping softly as we continued to kiss, the taste of soap mingling deliciously with our mouths, the water raining down around us.
Then, with a swift motion that took her breath away, I lifted her left leg, turning her against the cool, steaming shower wall and pushing myself deep inside her. A sharp, delicious gasp tore from her throat, followed by a low, drawn-out moan that vibrated through her chest and into mine as she arched her back, her generous breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, their wet, soapy fullness brushing against my chest. "Oh, Ven!" she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure, her fingers digging into my shoulders, clinging, pulling me closer still. Then, with surprising strength and a fierce gasp, she spun around, jumping onto me, forcing me to carry her, still perfectly joined, the sensation of her tight embrace exhilarating. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her damp skin clinging to mine, as she buried her face in my neck, kissing me fiercely, her lips hungry and urgent. "I love you," she whispered between desperate gasps, her voice raw with passion, "Don't ever let me go, my love." I held her tighter, her plea tightening the tension in the air as I began to thrust, our movements becoming more urgent, a frantic rhythm against the pulsing water, a dizzying ascent. Her moans filled the small bathroom, echoing off the tiled walls, growing louder, more uninhibited, a sweet, wild symphony of unbridled passion that drowned out the sound of the falling water, a delicious tension building with every movement.
Finally, we were both breathless, leaning against each other, our bodies slick and sated, in the steaming shower, the tension released in a wash of pure contentment. We got dressed in a comfortable, contented silence, the lingering warmth of our shared intimacy a quiet comfort. When we emerged from my room, her arm was still wrapped tightly around mine, her body pressed close, a public, unashamed declaration of our intertwined morning. She didn't let go, not even as we walked towards the dining hall, the sounds of the academy slowly stirring to life around us.
We arrived at the dining hall to find everyone already there, digging into their breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat filled the air, a welcome scent after our passionate morning. I greeted everyone with a nod, and Selyra and I took seats directly in front of Gianna and Yor. Gianna's eyes immediately found ours, especially Selyra's arm still tightly linked with mine. A knowing smirk played on her lips, and she raised an eyebrow at me, a clear, teasing question in her gaze.
Selyra, far from being unfazed, leaned even closer into me, her hip pressing warm against mine under the table. Her fingers, still intertwined with my arm, began to subtly trace patterns on my skin, sending a quiet thrill through me. Her pale blue eyes, bright and sparkling with mischief, met mine. "Morning, my Void Prince," she purred, her voice low enough only for me to hear, a direct challenge in her gaze. "Miss me already? We could always sneak back to the bathroom for 'another wash,' couldn't we?" She winked, a playful, seductive glint in her eye, before turning her serene, utterly content smile towards Gianna, as if she'd just made the most innocent remark.
"Alright, first-years," Yue announced, once the initial chatter died down, his voice cutting through the clatter of forks and plates. "About your classes. You're free after your classes today, but there's one very important rule: you must be back to the dorm before sundown, if you can." He paused, letting his words sink in, a rare moment of seriousness on his face. "The gate of Dolorian Dorm shifts when the sun goes down, making it incredibly hard to find the door again if you miss the sundown." He then recounted a cautionary tale, leaning in conspiratorially. "Thoden almost spent six hours trying to find the door when he came to the dorm late during his first year. Said he fought a tree for twenty minutes thinking it was the entrance." He glanced at Thoden, who, unsurprisingly, remained expressionless while steadily eating his breakfast, completely unfazed by Yue's dramatic retelling.
Selyra's grip on my arm tightened as Yue finished, as if anticipating her inevitable departure. "But Yue," she whined playfully, making her voice sound as sweet and innocent as possible, "does she really have to go to class?" Yue just rolled his eyes, a familiar exasperation on his face. Selyra finally let go of my arm, though it took both Yue and Thoden to literally drag her away to their third-year classes. Yue grabbed one of her arms, while Thoden, with his usual stoic efficiency, took the other, pulling her almost bodily from the bench. Selyra went limp for a moment, her body becoming dead weight, a dramatic protest, before she erupted in a fit of theatrical giggles. "Nooooo! My Venator! Don't leave me!" she wailed, her voice loud enough for half the dining hall to hear, though her eyes were still dancing with amusement. As they pulled her, her long white hair fanned out wildly, she twisted to blow me a dramatic, lingering kiss over her shoulder, her grin wide and playful, her eyes sparkling with a promise of delicious trouble and a definite "round two" later, a clear message broadcast to anyone watching.
With the prefects gone, the rest of us Dolorian first-years – myself, Gianna, Yor, Jove, and Henry – walked together towards our first class. The dining hall's clamor gradually faded behind us, replaced by the livelier, yet still orderly, buzz of the main academy corridors. Students from other dorms, identifiable by their distinct uniforms, moved purposefully, some chatting animatedly, others with heads buried in books. As we moved through the bustling thoroughfares, I found myself observing my new dorm mates. We truly were a bunch of misfits, not the image of a perfectly cohesive, heroic team, but something more profound. We were like a family, each a unique puzzle piece that, against all odds, seemed to fit.
"Can you believe those Armanians just had a feast?" Jove exclaimed, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation, his voice echoing a little too loudly in the corridor. "While we were getting ambushed by furry beasts! The injustice of it all!"
Henry, walking beside him, rolled his eyes with an audible groan. "We get it, Jove. You prefer tea and biscuits to character-building. Now, can you lower your voice before someone thinks we've escaped from the asylum?"
"Oh, lighten up, Henry!" Jove retorted, nudging him playfully, which Henry deftly avoided. "A little dramatic flair never hurt anyone! Besides, imagine the stories they won't have to tell! 'Oh, yes, I had a very nice scone on my first day.'" He shuddered dramatically.
Gianna, who had naturally gravitated closer to Yor, chuckled softly, a warm sound that cut through Jove's antics. "It does make our story more exciting, doesn't it?" she mused, then turned to Yor, a gentle smile on her face. "You were so calm during it all, Yor. How did you do that?"
Yor, who had been quietly observing the passing students, met Gianna's gaze. "Focus," she simply stated, her voice soft but clear, a subtle warmth entering her usually composed eyes as she looked at Gianna, a silent acknowledgment of the bond forming between them. "Fear clouds judgment."
"See, Henry?" Jove chimed in, pointing at Yor. "Even Yor knows! You just need to focus on your inner chaos!"
"My inner chaos is trying to escape your outer chaos," Henry grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose, but a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. The exasperation was genuine, but so was the underlying camaraderie.
And finally, me, a void—a walking enigma, still trying to figure out my own place among them. Yet, despite our glaring differences, despite the constant banter and occasional exasperation, we were Dolorians, bound by a shared, albeit chaotic, entry into this unique dorm. A peculiar, perfectly imperfect family forging its own path through the academy, each step echoing with their distinct personalities, yet strangely harmonious as a unit.