The steam seemed to intensify as Siraya and Alia held each other. Their scorching breaths intertwined, and the sound of splashing water resounded throughout the large bath hall.

Alia was the first to run out of air from the kiss, her entire body coated a rosy pink, whether from the heat of the water, or the kiss, only she knew.

Siraya looked down at her beloved, her eyes showing a doting that didn't match her terrifying appearance. Seeing that Alia was gradually becoming dizzy, Siraya gently picked her up and walked towards the door.

She didn't care about any clothes, walking straight into the adjoining bedroom.

"Thankfully the maids were clever enough to wait outside", Alia thought to herself.

Siraya walked to the large bed in the middle of the room, and placed Alia down ever so gently. She gazed upon the woman she had loved since she was young. From the tips of her toes that were curling up in embarrassment, all the way up to the hair that had spread out around her, outlining her picturesque beauty.

Siraya couldn't get enough, she stood there silently, the drops of water running down her body, her eyes bringing out a hunger much different from her usual expression.

Alia felt like a fish on a chopping board in front of Siraya's eyes, but she felt no fear, only nervousness, and perhaps a hint of anticipation.

Siraya seemed to have finished admiring Alia's body, choosing to slowly kneel onto the bed, slowly crawling to meet Alia, her body perfectly covering Alia below her.

Alia's heart was beating so quickly, she was afraid that the whole world could hear it, she looked at the gap between her and Siraya' s body, no more than a rulers length, hoping Siraya would end this oh so sweet torture.

She raised her eyes to look directly into Siraya's, placing both hands on her lovers face, letting out a hoarse voice mixed with impatience, and pleading.

"My Siraya, why do you wish to tease me?"

Siraya was hooked by Alia's enchanting voice, seeing that she really couldn't wait any longer, Siraya no longer halted her actions.

She bowed down reverently towards Alia, allowing their lips to finally embrace. The soft and supple feeling almost drove away her sanity. If the kiss in the bath was filled with the longing after a long absence, then this one was deeper, slower, as if they were exploring their most important treasure.

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When the kiss ended, Alia laid there like a broken kite, her eyes glazed with water, a suspicious stream of liquid flowing from her bright red lips, down into her nape.

Siraya couldn't get enough of the sight below her, but she wanted to see Alia even more dazed, so the lips slowly passed down Alia's mouth, towards her ultimate goal.

Alia hadn't realised what was happening until it was too late. When she came back to her senses, she felt a warm breath between her legs. She almost shot up from shock, but Siraya didn't give her a chance to quibble.

Just as devoutly as she kissed Alia, she gently ran her thumb along that delicate place, feeling the warmth that only she would ever know. She used her lips, her tongue, her very breath to bring as much pleasure to Alia as possible.

Alia tried to stifle the moans that came to her throat. Her etiquette training wouldn't allow her to make such vulgar sounds, but how could Siraya allow her to hide what she wanted to hear most.

So the cherishing and tender touches, became more vigorous. Although Siraya hadn't experienced these things before, but she was a very talented learner. Hearing where Alia tried to suppress her voice more, as well as where she began to writhe more to get away, Siraya showed a sly smirk, before she focused on those spots.

"N-n-not there, Si-i-raya" Alia managed to squeeze out between her muffled moans.

Alia didn't know what this feeling was, she had heard from the older maids that had already married, that the first time was very painful, but she just felt incredibly strange. Like something slowly bubbling up, she was afraid of this unknown feeling, but unfortunately Siraya was set on letting her see this feeling through to the end.

It didn't take long for Alia to feel that she was reaching the climax of whatever this feeling was, her thighs had already clamped around Siraya's head, gently thrusting her pelvis, trying not to end this new-found but unknown pleasure.

After what seemed like an eternity, her body suddenly jerked, using her toes that dug into the bed to try to push herself even a tiny bit closer to Siraya's tongue. Siraya seemed to understand what she wanted, and quickened her actions. A groan filled with contentment and joy sounded in the room.

And just like that, the euphoric feeling seemed to have robbed Alia of all her strength, and the taut body fell limply down onto the dishevelled bedsheets below.

Siraya stared at Alia obsessively, seeing her chest heaving, her eyes unfocused, she felt as if this was her lovers most arousing state.

It took Alia a few minutes to recover from the experience just now, and when she looked down at Siraya, she saw her extremely strong gaze on her. Not only that, but the lower part of her face was glistening with liquid. Alia couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed.

"Didn't Siraya know how to wipe such a thing clean" she gnashed her teeth.

Siraya saw her beloved staring at her mouth with a hint of anger, probably understanding what she was upset about, a small grin appeared on her face.

Just as Alia was about to grab a handkerchief to help Siraya wipe her face, she saw the devilish woman stick out her tongue, swiping it around her mouth. There was also that smug little grin on her face.

Alia let out a shocked "Y-y-you... Shameless".

Alia felt that she had broken her usual cold demeanour many times because of the handsome temptress in front of her.

Siraya let out an amused laugh. She hadn't felt joy like this in so long, and she thought to herself.

"Only my Alia can make me this happy".