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SEX with Yrelia aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Emotions! Lots of them.

“Yrelia!” I giggle as she pulls me toward this room's nice big bath, “I’m hungry! Can’t we do this after I–”

As we enter the bathroom she turns and gives me such a wondrous little smirk that still sends my heart into a tumble, “I’ll make sure you're fed soon.”

“But–”

I’m interrupted as she reaches down to begin pulling off my manaka, then proceeds to remove the rest of the clothing amidst my weak sighing protests before pulling me into the steaming waters. Easily large enough for two, the tub sits deep within the floor. Odd slightly glowing Cultivation markings line the edges and serve to control the temperature of the water within. Keeping it at whatever perfect temperature we wish.

“Good girl!” She purrs as I’m settled against one of the little ledges down in the water that serve as seats.

I sigh, comfortable but… Still really fucking hungry! I’ve not eaten since breakfast and–

My next words are silenced as she reaches back to reveal a wooden tray with a domed cover and weird little bottom things which… Huh. Apparently let it float.

Then with a grin and a flourish Yrelia pulls the top off as she sets it in the water between us.

Revealing a full platter of steaming amazing… things. Food of all colors and shapes and types that I just… have no clue. But know each to probably be tastier than the last.

“Oh.” I whisper.

She chuckles and next pulls two mugs of wine up to sit on the bath’s edge. “Yes, oh. I asked you for tonight, so I’m going to spoil you a bit with my best totally not Hetaera performance.”

Then she just… oh fuck Yrelia’s shown me all this. Walked me through what her mentor trained Hetaera to do. But…. fuck is it different to experience from this side of things again. Haven't had her pamper me from this end of things since our first months of training me!

First, she coaxes me into leaning back so she can take up my foot and slowly massage out the stress of the day. I’m barely able to eat my fill as she starts mind-melting workings while teasing out the spots of anxiety from my ankle and calf and knees with deft dancing fingers.

“How’s my Ina doing?” She purrs, and when I peek open my lazy eyes to peer at her.

“Muh…” I manage, then… “You’re going to put me to sleep, Yrelia.”

She chuckles, but doesn’t stop. “I’ll make sure to wake you back up when It’s time for more… physical things.”

I sigh happily and force myself to take another bite while she continues.

My first love, somehow, knows that I’d just… rather not talk about Arudian politics right now, and doesn’t poke like I might need some nights. Just… Keeps slowly working up my legs… up and up and…

“Yrelia?” I murmur.

A… a question prodding at my thoughts. One that could ruin tonight if I don’t get it out.

“Mmm?” She replies, almost… almost expectantly.

“I…” A heavy sigh escapes me. “I’ll understand if…”

She doesn’t chuckle, doesn’t giggle or poke. And when I open my eyes it’s to a tilted head with a soft smile.

“I’m really sorry for like… keeping us here.” I whisper. “And… and I just… I wanted to let you know if you all wanted to return to the Paths. If your wanderlust draws you all to need to leave or… just go. Then I’m willing to drop all of this.”

“Inaaa…” Her smile is so gentle, such a… a softer thing than I’ve seen on her face in weeks.

I have to look down and away in guilt and shame. I really really don’t deserve any of them.

“It’s not fair what we did. And I’d love to blame Her. But… That was all me. It was my idea to destroy the Obelisks with that song.” I growl. “Then… When we realized how fucked everything was going to get it was ME that insisted we stay and try and help pick up the pieces. Her, the… the bigger spirit would have been happy to just… leave and let the fucks figure out their own shit.”

Yrelia stops her working, holds my leg. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because you’re all staying here for me… or us. And–”

She flicks some water at my face.

“H– Hey!” I can’t help but grin and sputter. Even try to adjust to flick more back but she just… keeps my foot solidly held.

“Ina, we’re staying in a fucking manor too big for even the eight of us.” She chides, “Tasii and Kque are in love with the new passion they’ve picked up, Jevita is able to walk around the entire manor without fear and has been enthralled by your late-night babbles about song magic, and even Lule is more happy in their stables here than ever.”

“B– But–”

“We’ve secured writs and letters from both Delphian and Lady Ophrit that welcome us as guests in any of their homes in Arudia and beyond. Able to ask for boons and aid in whatever form we need.”

“B–”

“AND, you silly girl,” She purrs, dragging perfect nails up and down my leg so sensuously I can’t help but go still. “We’re all very proud of you. This is not going to be easy, and will take time, but we’re all more than delighted to just… bask in our lover’s work and offer any help we can.”

No words even start to come out as I just… stare at her eyes that just… sing with truth and affections and promises and…

“Including giving you the best sex you’ve had in months.” She finishes with a very serious look.

“Oh.” I whisper.

“Yes, Oh.” She purrs, moving the tray of food back up to the rim of the tub.

Then she reaches back behind a stack of towels and gets… something. Hides it beneath the water while I’m still a little fumbled.

“Um… Thank you. That–”

She moves closer, carefully pushing my legs apart and pressing close. Fingers and… something else brushing and dancing down my thigh.

Then she’s close, so close, lips just a whisper from mine.

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“Inaaa…” She smiles that wicked grin. “Ask me.”

I can’t help but smirk back, raising wet arms up to lay across her shoulders while fingers entwine behind her neck. “Please fuck me.”

She… oh that’s wonderful to see!!! My smile, sputtering HER mind. Causing my first lover to lose focus and control. Even if just for a second before her own overwhelms my heart and sends me into a bit of a spiral of desire and lust.

Then her arm is around my waist, pulling us into such a soft kiss.

Lips dance. Tongues entwine, and I am reminded once again why I was so good at Hetaera work.

I had a VERY good teacher.

Within seconds I am a little dizzy with her workings, even before her other hand begins to caress up and down my skin. Fingers pirouetting and twisting such tantalizing patterns across thigh and hip and breast.

I don’t want her to rush. Don’t need it. She could keep me here in these warm waters for an eternity just… teasing and kissing me and I’d be enraptured.

But she loves to hear me bubble up.

With a client I would start small and slowly increase the noises, but not with Yrelia. I… Ever since our first nights together I swore to not hide myself from her. Never temper myself or shroud my needs.

Not that I really could, even if I tried.

Not after she’s healed so much of me, has drawn me into loving these dances of soul and fire when I might have otherwise remained terrified of my new body and the enjoyment it could bring me if not for her love and careful mitigation of that nonsense.

When she frees up my mouth to draw lips and teeth and tongue down my jaw and throat I know for sure anyone walking past this room will hear my last purring moan of her name.

Any other night they might join us, but… not now. Not tonight.

So I just… give her my everything. All these weeks of stress and desire and pent up hornii madness. Uncaring who or what might hear me. Whimpers and moans and whispers. Pleading sounds to a woman I trust to not give me what the sounds beg for. At least… not for a little while longer. On this night, my first lover has stolen me away and is keeping me to herself.

Lips are finally at my breast after sooo much teasing. She’s already got me twisting and writhing in the ever warm waters. Tongue and teeth take my nipples into their warm and incredibly deft care, turning everything into a muddled mess in my mind. My fingers are in her hair, nails digging just enough to entice and convey what even my moans and pleading can’t.

She murmurs soft encouragements, then… something moves to…

Oh… I forgot to ask what she was hiding from me under the water, and now it’s… what is…? Okay, something presses between my legs, begins to… It’s smooth but with an odd texture… To… Oh what the fuuuuck!?!

I melt into whatever nonsense this is! It starts to warm up and like… tremble. But like… really intensely? Slow at first as Yrelia twirls and moves it against my clit and cunt and just… murmurs little soft loving sounds as she continues to tease and nibble my breasts.

Bubbling…. Bubbling… I’m just… slowly bubbling over as my amazing first lover toys and plays with my everything. Perfectly weaving what should have probably already been like… three orgasms into a single rising tide that… that… And then that weird thing she’s pressing into me starts to shake even faster and harder!

Yrelia wraps me tighter around the waist, pushes that thing harder against my flesh, and pulls us into a soft loving kiss as this first eruption of pleasure rolls through my body. Sending every muscle into a twitching mess as I moan really fucking loud into her.

She murmurs loving chuckles through it all, and… and fuck does that make it worse. To hear my lover gleefully tease me through this perfect moment just… melts the world away and leaves me to bask in her adorations. And after what feels like an eternity of riding this wave, I’m slumping into her embrace.

A brief pause of showered kisses, and… and that thing in her hands sort of…

“Would you like me to push this deeper?” She whispers as it’s like… held against me again.

Like… like some wonderful and… a solid and… Oh… Is… is this meant to be like…

“Y– Yeah…” I murmur as my mind blubbers a guess as to the shape of this new and wonderful thing.

And then she’s pushing it past my second lips, slowly and with such care. Knowing exactly where to turn and thrust the weird and amazing object before somehow making it start to tremble and shake against that…

Oh… oh fuck…

And then Yrelia is dragging me into that second and deeper orgasm. The one that rides the first wave of pleasure and drowns a girl when her lover knows just the right place to dance against deep inside.

I’m just a puddle in her arms then. She even ends up having to adjust her arm at my waist to cradle my head as she nibbles and presses whatever this wonderful thing is deeper into me.

A twist and… and thrust, then a wiggle and she’s just…

“Such a good girl.” She purrs, senses just how close I am to… to–

Fuck. Fucking…

“Inaaa…” Her long sensual drawing out of my name just… I… Her words just… Tip me over into…

My mind just… plops in this amazing ocean she’s given to me. Dissolving instantly into this roaring climax that sends such shudders and shakes all through me. Feeling myself wrap around and squeeze whatever this thing she’s holding inside me so tight with my cunt, almost… I almost feel it getting pushed out even!

But eventually I’m slumped again and she’s gently pulling it free and showering my slack face and lips with wonderful kisses and purrs of adoration.

“My good girl, my Inamatorii…” She whispers. “So beautiful and amazing.”

I just… slowly reclaim my hold on her head. Sensing her roaring core of Amwella that had been singing and dancing in hunger since she pulled me to this bathroom.

Waiting for me to just… take a nibble.

I pull her into a long and lazy kiss, one tinted with… with my satisfaction and hunger and just… love for her.

“What’d you think of our new toy?” She murmurs into my lips.

“Wow.” I sigh, “What even… like… It felt like… what even was that?”

She giggles and draws the weird thing up from the water.

It’s long, faintly curved and lined with little ridges. A dark purple with a sort of… faint pulsing beneath. Some kind of rock imbued with gemstone dust?

And… Yup. That looks exactly like a–

I can’t help but giggle. “Did you just fuck me with a rock shaped like a cock?”

She grins, “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“Oh fuck no, that was wonderful.” I cross my wrists behind her neck and pull her close, “You know how to use that better than any um…”

I wince… barely avoid the sting.

Yrelia sighs and winces, “Fuck, sorry. I didn’t even–”

I drag her into another kiss, then murmur as we pull back. Mind clear of those thoughts. “Hush, It was perfect. Now… I told you I was hungry, love. And you’re going to be my next meal.”

She giggles, and from there we move from the bath to the bed. Barely even dry off well before I have my first lover pinned amidst soft sheets.

Yrelia’s… interesting to pleasure.

And honestly the more people I have sex with the deeper understanding and fucking awe I feel. She is, without a fucking doubt, the most flexible person when it comes to kinks and desires. Or… well she’s explained it to me already, so long ago in that alley she pleasured me in.

Her taste is in the person she’s with, untainted by physical or personal preferences. Oh sure, she adores a lover she can tease and play with, but fuck is it enthralling to watch her moan and squeal when someone like Tasii pins her to a wall.

To see and feel and fucking taste just how much she adores falling into whatever persona her partner craves after and just… giving them her everything and basking in their satisfaction!

This is why it’ll be my eternal surprise that she didn’t finish her Hetaera training. She’d be a Mistress of the art and celebrated from the sea to the frozen lake. Her works would inspire silly girls like me to compose art and songs and…

And… Oh.

And that little spark of Inspiration ignites into a fucking blaze of passion!

I can’t help but giggle as I draw lips from her’s and dance fingers up from the breast I was enjoying to cup a cheek. Then, drawing up a little flow of Amwella from the new wellspring I’d been furiously gathering over these past weeks and melting all thoughts into my affections for this amazing woman… I begin to hum my love for her into a song.

At first… a low lilting tune to match our slow dance she’d drawn me into this evening.

She pauses, eyes drift open in curiosity.

Then I mix a tittering harmony into the melody to sort of… illustrate that first night with her beneath the stars. A clumsy fury of passion no less perfect than any other time we’d made love.

No… it was MADE special because of my own inexperienced desires, flawless and forever inscribed within our hearts.

My first dance with a lover.

She doesn’t stiffen, just… goes a bit… huh. Not rigid or upset just…

I can’t help but grin with excitement as I drink in her expression and weave our next Amwella dances into the verses. Understanding that I, her silly student, has surprised and enthralled her with my workings. Even though my song has no words, she knows exactly what the story is about. Then I mix Tasii into our song, humming to my first lover how much I adored her slow care and support. Overwhelmed and drowning in the family she’d welcomed me into without hesitation.

Her eyes widen, glimmering with as of yet unshed tears.

Then a touch of terror, that first night with my fifth lover. But… I force every once of certainty into my next notes.

I was there too, and their love and willingness to endure Her for me will always melt my heart. That I still look back on that night with a few regrets… But the one of the worst is how Yrelia devoted herself to laying watch and protecting me rather than feeling safe enough with us to gift any soulfire.

The first tears do fall then, and I sense she wants to speak as a sudden sob is fought down. To… to probably apologize or something.

But I won’t let her steal this song from herself.

So I move a finger to her lips, and silence her with our litany’s next chapters. A wiggling melody of delight and wonder as my first lover agreed to share her most beloved passion with me. How I was able to spend months and months just… watching her gush her favorite things to me.

Share not just the art of sex, but of people watching and flirting and just… all the delights of Hetaera work. How to develop and wear new faces and personalities to best suit the desires of others.

Despite the stress of it all, I would never trade a second of it away.

She’s shaking now, one hand up and pressing mine against her cheek while the other reaches up to hover just a whisper from my face. Her body wracked with loving sobs she’s tries so hard to keep quiet, terrified she might ruin this song.

But it’s my turn to teach her something. As I slow down my workings to encompass tonight. Her every breath and tear and shudder is a matching tune to my workings. A harmony that completes this gift.

Yrelia will never mess up my songs. Her life and love are the wonders that ignite my soul and sparked my life to fullness. She will forever be my guiding star, whether the nights are cold and cloudy or blazing with starlight.

And then the Litany To My First Lover is finished and Yrelia releases all the pent up emotions I’ve wrapped her with. Body trembling, she drags me into a kiss that is painted with her tears, and I can’t help but weep with her. Sharing in her delight and sorrows and… and all the things. All at once. For a moment I worry it was too much, but then the memory of the song resurfaces and I can’t help but discard the silly thought.

It was perfect.

Without warning I find my soul drawn to hers, and hers to mine. And then we discover something together.

Loving making without the need of the physical.

The embrace which is absent of messy body things.

An Amwella dance without a sexual release to prompt it.

Souls mingle and touch and hug and snug and just… curl so close that if I wasn’t so fucking lost in my love for Yrelia I’d haver jerked away in terror. Worried that I’d made a mistake and would hurt her or… something else stupid.

Flashes of her thoughts and adorations mix with mine.

Not… not a merging. Not like what I do with my Weaver. But… sharing. Harmonic tunes whirling about each other. And for a glorious time I get to literally feel my first lover's thrumming emotions radiate through my Amwella, and know that she feels the same.

I don’t really know how long our souls entwine like that, but… we both eventually feel the need to pull away. It hurts a little, in ways that are kinda hard to explain. But… are also nice?

Then… in a split second of clarity I’m sure I see her little perfect soul reach out and keep a little piece of my flame before we part. Which sends us both into a sort of… wriggling mess of sobbing kisses and murmured adorations as a rush of… of a type of euphoria rolls through us.

“Did… did I just–” Yrelia blubbers.

I giggle into her lips. “Mhm. How did I taste?”

“I–” She just… sputters out then, pulls me into another wondrously long and passionate kiss before pulling back and whispering. “Wonderful. My Ina has the most perfect soul! Thank you! Thank you so much for… for… Everything. For trusting me and coming with us after your change and… And giving us so much of yourself and your soul and...”

I let her gush, easily pushing aside old urges to deny her this… this outpouring of affections. To smother another’s offered love. Can’t help but smile and melt at the harmony her words sing.

How she’s simply giving me the other half to the melody I composed with my first lover.