CONTENT WARNING!!!

Ina gets to explore her own sexuality by.... OH WOW having sex with a trans man. Good for her!!! Also, decides that, yup... sex with guys are weird and just not her preference. But that doesn't make her decision here bad AT ALL. People are allowed to try new things and decide for themselves what they prefer (In this case, that she BIG gay and much lesbian. even if this world doesn't have those words due to the lack of both genders in most parts of it).

A BIG thing I want my readers to understand is that Zin is NOT and NEVER will be one of Ina's lovers. He is what Kque would call a 'passing flame' at best. A client. Sex work is work and Ina is ALLOWED to enjoy and find passion in it.

Do NOT think that our own shitty culture's view's get to taint my Ina's life and passions!

BUT, if reading MxW sex isn't something you enjoy, JUST SKIP THIS CHAPTER!!! It's FINE. There is MUCH gay disaster sex in future chapters and previous.

Also, authors note to make sure it's clear lore wise, All but like.... 2 men in Arudia are trans. 15 of their fertile males are transgender granted fertilely by rare cultivation gemstones. But since Cultivation can provide transgender care there are a TON throughout the country. But... I'll let Zin explain that later! Just know that basically ANY men you meet in Arudia will be trans unless specifically mentioned otherwise.

Hope you enjoy... but if you don't... oke! That's fine too! I drug you this far into my story, so I'd love to see you all next chappy I hope!

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Considering… As I rise, slowly and careful not to trip on my stone leg, what kind of pleasure I should go for with Zin?

Do… Do I want to try and just… use my hands? Or… well I’m not sure how I feel about trying to use my tongue and mouth. But… Flashes of memory. Only a little pleasurable and mostly annoying of how I often would perform with the women of Lyttoral.

But… What if I switch the roles? Picture myself as…

So I walk over to him and simply ask. “Would you mind if I join you here? In your chair?”

They really are big and comfy things, but… not big enough for us to sit side-by-side.

“Of course.” He murmurs, watching me with a weird mix of curiosity and desire and… other things I can’t place as he leans back.

So I crawl up and straddle him. Just enough room on either side to fit my legs snuggly as I settle onto his lap. I smirk down at him. “This alright?”

I barely hear his affirmation. Find myself focusing on the sudden awareness of his Amwella as I rest my hands on his chest. Begin to even feel his heart race.

“Ina?” He repeats my name.

“Huh?” I jerk up to meet his eyes, only just now realize I missed a question. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if you…” His hand drifts up, pauses a safe distance away from my face. “I wanted to know if I could kiss you.”

The flutter in my heart is… well… fuck is that a great question to ask a girl as she’s considering how she wants to fuck you. Sensing her hesitations and… just… asking what is okay. Communicating during sex is fucking perfect!

I just nod, and… well I decide I don’t like beards at all!

Like… I hated the fuzz on my own skin, and on his it’s just… I definitely prefer the soft warmth of my lover’s lips to his roughness. But it's not too bad, and I can’t help but begin to wriggle a little bit into his lap and chest as his hands wander about and end up clasping at my hips.

After a few seconds his Amwella Brrrs out a growl only I can feel… and… fuck I think I understood that! It… It’s a feeling I get when my lovers can’t stop touching me. The growling anticipation of enjoying a body you’ve ached for so long and getting to share its pleasure with someone!

Fuck… I can’t help but feel my own Amwella reply in the same tone. And while I doubt he knows what triggered him, he goes from slow and careful to really fucking hungry almost immediately after our souls start purring at each other. He ends up moving his kisses down my neck while hands grip me tighter and pull me closer. I can't help but smirk up at the ceiling as I feel something press against his pants and rub against me.

I… I expected to be annoyed or grossed out or… but… it’s just silly and kinda flattering. Like seeing a woman's tits tighten or feeling a cunt go soft and wet beneath my fingers.

“Ina…” He murmurs into my collarbone. Hands seem to pause, touch at the edge of my shirt. I don’t know what exactly he’s asking… or if that was even a question. But… I can’t say that I’m not curious to find out!

“Go ahead.” I whisper as my hands move up to feel his short hair. He really takes good care of it… soft and warm and… with an odd smell. Kinda an earthy sweetness.

Then he’s pulling my shirt up, not… not quite all the way, but… enough so his big hands can grab at my breasts. He… well I can't say he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Seems to have a pattern for how he explores my body. Start at the bottom, mushes up, fingers pinch gently at the nipples, then around back to my butt and hips. Repeat.

We do this for a while, occasionally he wants me to turn down so he can kiss my lips again, but… I try to shift him over to nibble at my jaw or neck. Eck, still don’t like facial hair. Luckily, as he places his first kisses atop my breasts, and begins to draw nice little shapes with his tongue, I don’t feel but a whisper of the thing. Just… wonderful pleasure as his Amwella growls and purrs and pulses in harmony with mine.

Then he bites at my nipples a bit, uses teeth to gently pull before sucking at them. Fuck… that… fuck that always gets me really… um… It’s kinda a great way to get me excited and pretty aroused!

I moan then for the first time with Zin, not loudly, but… not trying to be quiet either. He pauses, almost startled, then his Amwella purrs faster and more insistently with mine. And before I know it his hands are moving around and beneath my thighs to wrap around my butt and…

Then he’s lifting me, and I just barely wrap my arms around his shoulders and neck as he carefully and slowly begins to carry me over to the bed. But… I mean I expected him to just drop me down on the covers and continue everything. But he doesn’t. Next thing I know I’m just kinda sitting on its edge as Zin kneels below me.

Before I can ask, his hands are running down my legs, and he’s starting to remove my slippers. I can’t help but pause for a second… still a bit breathless and kinda curious about how far he is going to go? Some clients got kinda… interested in mine or Yrelia’s bodies, but… honestly it was just easier to let me take over things and give them pleasure.

He pauses at my stone foot, seems… a bit lost as to what to do next. So I lean down and touch his arm. “If you’d like me to undress I’m happy to help.”

He pauses, “I… I just didn’t want to be rude. I’m not sure if you’d want this removed or…”

I reach down to unclasp my skirt, and begin to pull it and my tights down and around my hips and legs. “I prefer to keep it on, my weight feels off without it.”

He helps, and soon I’m sitting naked on Zin’s big bed. But his eyes are still locked on the skin above the stone and latches as he holds the leg gently in both hands.

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A spike of worry and doubt flutters through me… we’d never lost clients over my injury. But… It’s never been a pretty sight. Even after almost six months of morning songs and plenty of regrowth the flesh up to the knee is an ugly twisted mess of scars. Some… Some parts even bear odd discolorations and weird hues that clash with my otherwise perfect turquoise tone.

“Um… we can… I mean I can cover it back up if…” I begin to whisper, bite at my lip.

He jerks as if slapped, looks up as if just remembering who was attached to the leg he was holding. “Oh! No! I’m so sorry, that was… so very rude of me.” He rushes to apologize. “Your legs are perfect, I was just… lost in thought and…”

“It’s ugly as fuck.” I can’t stop a snort, then chide myself for making such a horrid sound. But… I guess it matches the part I still need to play. Might insult him just enough to…

Then his lips are at the skin of it, and he places a gentle kiss just above the latches of the stone leg. I freeze, cold worry dripping down my spine. The only other person to… to comfort me like that was Yrelia. And she… she always looked so angry when she did it. Furious even. Her passion led to some very wonderful and interesting sex.

“You shouldn’t…” He huffs as he pulls back, looks up to me. “It’s not… I just…”

I huff and move to touch his chin. “What did you have in mind?”

It’s his turn to pause, worry and confusion flashing.

“When you carried me over here?” I clarify with a smirk, “How would you like me to ply my Hetaera skills tonight?”

He calms, blushes. Still very cute.

“I… um…” He flails a bit, “Was um… I guess I defer to your judgment?”

I giggle, thinking of how Yrelia would answer such a question. “That’s no fun. C’mon Zin. I could literally feel your Amw–”

Amwella. I bite down on the word. Work to correct before he can start to wonder…

“Feel your hunger.” I force as much sultry energy into the words as I reach down and grasp at his hands, trying to pull him up to me. “What, exactly, were you imagining you wanted to do with me? Or… to me?”

That fucking distracts him. Through the touch I can feel his Amwella appropriately begin to push him. The thing seems to get even more riled up and crazy by the second. His breath picks up, goes husky, and as he moves up to loom over me as I fall back on the bed I can’t help but wonder if… am I pushing him too much?

“I…” He lowers to give me a long kiss and… well fuck I still hate the fucking beard, but… he’s being so very sweet.

So I try to ignore the thing and dance my tongue along his lips. Then he’s moving down, enjoying my breasts and collarbone as hands move to grasp my hips and legs. I can’t help but go warm at his touches, feel the horny energy gather and build between. End up hiking my good leg up a bit into him.

Then he’s moving down, down, pushing my legs apart… and… well that’s a fucking surprise.

Yrelia and I have had… like… maybe half a dozen clients want to pleasure us like this. And… well… thank fuck I barely notice his beard as his tongue begins to work slow circles about my clit. Slowly… slowly… fuck Zin is no stranger to how to pleasure a girl. He works at my clit and lips wonderfully, eventually is taking longer and longer licks to… fuck. I wriggle and… fuck don’t forget to moan. Let him know he’s hitting just the right… fuck fuck fuck!

“Right there.” I moan as his tongue works me into a slow rolling climax.

Amidst the afterglow he’s moving over me, hanging above. Hands holding my legs as I come down from the orgasm high. As I’m opening my eyes he’s just… staring down. Eyes lock on mine. Fuck. I… I wasn’t expecting that tonight. Especially as I wandered over the ideas of sex with… with a male.

“Ina…” He breaths.

“Mhm… Thank you. That was…” I murmur out, suddenly… I'm kinda worried. The few times before Yrelia or I… um… well the other would entertain the woman if she really wanted to pleasure us. But… here Zin was just left to wait for me to put my muddled thoughts back together.

“Fuck, Zin. I’m supposed to be the Hetaera here.”

That gets a little smile from him. “I…” He pauses, eyes roll over me. He takes a deep and steadying breath. Seems to… push down a… a fear of something? “Are you okay to… How would you like to…”

Yeah It’s pretty obvious from the bulge in his tunic and the fucking storm around his Amwella that Zin is… really really wanting to fuck me. But the kind man that he is, he doesn’t want to just force the issue.

Wants me to set the pace.

Fuck… nothing like J– um… well I’m not going to think about him. He never gave a fuck about my happiness.

“Trade places?” I ask as I push myself up onto elbows.

That seems to calm him a bit, and he nods. A bit later, we’re swapped. I’ve had Zin help me remove his tunic and pants. His naked body is… interesting. All across his flesh are Cultivation marks. Some look like scars, a weird mix of thin and thick deep silver grooves. Others, mostly on his thick forearms, are more patterned. Remind me of Jevita’s. But… unlike with her I don’t feel that he’s bothered if I touch them. He’s also… well… fuck there is more hair about his fairly muscled body. And while it’s not… well my favorite thing. Zin seems to enjoy it when I run my fingers through and about the little tufts.

All the while his cock is now uncovered and erect and… huh… weirdly, I don’t really feel anything as I see or bump it.

Just… almost want to giggle at how silly it looks. How… well in the past my own caused me such despair and hate. But now that I’m free of that body… The most emotion I have about this one is… well if it will actually fit. That is… if I decide to try for that kind of sex.

Still unsure…

Such are my musings as I trace patterns across this Arudian male’s skin, occasionally I brush fingers up and around his erection. Just to see him tighten and consider my teasing. But… I don’t think his patience will last forever. So eventually I let my fingers begin to play and massage up the shaft of it. Know exactly where to squeeze and pull and rub to get Zin going. Eventually moving fingers up to rub and swirl at the sensitive parts around the top.

It takes me about… well a bit to long to realize I am way to fucking good at this for a half-trained Hetaera, and try to tone it down. Even ask. “Is… um… Is this good?” With as much false modesty as I can force. Between his breathing, twitches, and my own memories I know I could just speed up and have his Amwella in less than a minute if I wanted.

He just sorta grunts an acknowledgement, hands wander up to my shoulders and hair.

Fuck… I’m horny again now. And can’t help but let my mind wander back to Lyttoral. To… To the women who’d sit atop me. Hips twisting and rolling and… how must that have felt? Some really enjoyed it and I know they came a bit with me… but…

I reach down, slide the fingers of my other hand between my second lips. Let the wetness coat them as I sort of… press inside. Wonder if… um… I mean… There were plenty of smaller women with me before…

I sigh. Fuck it. If this’ll be my last night as a Hetaera, I might as well see what this is like!

So I move, and before Zin can really even tell what I’m doing I’m astride him, reaching down, and trying to guide him into me. His hands hover over at my hips as the tip touches me.

“Just… Bear with me here.” I murmur with as much sultriness as I can. It must work, because I feel his erection go just a bit more stiff. Then I’m slowly, carefully, ever so gently, sliding Zin into me.

It’s… well… I make sure to take my time. I know what it’s like to have an impatient man shove himself into me without much warning for foreplay. Different hole, but still fucking sucks. And… um… well yeah this is kinda uncomfortable. Thank fuck women’s pussy can self fucking lubricate. But before I know it I feel my butt touch his hips, and he’s about as deep as he can go.

“Huh…” I huff out as I rest my hands on his chest. Look past him into the bedsheets.

This is… his Amwella feels like it’s already partway into me like this. Like… fuck it’s almost like when I’m face deep in one of my lover’s cunt, but… like opposite. Kinda like when Yrelia and Tasii and I do that circle thing. Where if my lover between my legs cums I’ll feel her Amwella roll up from her mouth into me.

Zin asks something.

“What? Sorry?.” I reply to the question I missed.

“Is… are you alright?” He asks.

I adjust my hips a bit, even… huh that’s neat. Zin seems to flinch and grow harder as I squeeze his erection tighter with the walls of my… well the inside bits.

“This is kinda weird.” I giggle, and begin to move a bit more. I have to hide a little wince of pain, but it's not hard as Zin seems to flutter for a second at the pleasure my movement brings him. “But… yeah. I’m perfectly okay with this. Just… let me…”

And then all my focus goes into rolling up and down this Arudian male, using my awareness of his Amwella and my training to find the best angle to draw him into…

He tightens, hands can’t help but grip my hips and try to move me faster, press himself harder into me. And… honestly he’s just a little too deep as the orgasm snaps through him. Sudden and strange and…

I don’t cum myself, honestly I don’t know if Zin is just a little too big for me or... Well I also just really prefer a woman’s tongue and fingers playing and teasing pleasure from me. But as Zin cums I can’t help but let a familiar shudder run through me as his Amwella jerks and shoots up into me, slamming into my Amwella and sort of… just splattering itself against mine before melting and merging.

Fuck that was weird. I feel myself slowly loosen and come back to body senses, open my eyes to peer down at Zin to find…

He’s… What?

Tears pour from his eyes as shaking deep sobs roll through him. Like… Fuck I’ve never had to deal with… um…

I lift and pull his softening member from me with a pop, and crawl up to touch his cheek. “Z... Zin? Are you okay?”

He shudders. “Yes… Ina. I’m…”

And then he fucking collapses into messy tears again as he moves his hands up to try and cover his face. I curl up around him and… well… do what my lovers and I do to each other. Pull his hands away and place little soft kisses across his forehead and eyelids. All while cooing soft little nothings to help him feel like everything's okay. That he’s not alone.

It honestly takes a bit. And… um… Kinda forgot that cocks explode too, and I now have a cunt dripping with gross goop I really want to clean out.

Eck.

But… I’m not going to just leave him to wallow in whatever complex shit this is! I’ve had a… well someone fuck me and just leave me to my own sorrows. Many many times before I met my lovers. No one should experience that!

But, finally. His tears slow, and he… he’s smiling now?

“Thank you Ina.” He lets his eyes meet mine. “I… I’m sorry I… I didn’t expect to fall to pieces like that.”

I smile down at him. “It's okay, I... I hope I didn't hurt you or... or...”

This… I piece together something then. Why he was both scared, and worried and…

“No Ina… you…You were wonderful.” He wipes his eyes, can’t help but reach up to hold my cheek. “You just... You showed me that I have a soul!”

Oh… Fuck.