Maeve's eyes rested in a single direction, her sharp and overly clinical gaze had a double focus: the 7-inch cock Rennia was sporting, and what hung below. Maeve hadn't jumped in to touch, and Rennia, despite the sexual frustrations, hadn't shoved it inside of her mouth yet.
Maeve leaned even closer, her eyes leering slightly upwards, and then she had done something brave—nudging her nose against the tip of Rennia's penis and taking a whiff. The action had caught Rennia off guard. Rennia's cock had swung in response, slapping Maeve across the right side of her face.
Causing the sorceress to gasp. "Hey!" They had both shouted in unison, and then had awkwardly glanced at each other. Maeve shrugged. "I was going to suck on it, but I'm afraid you might cockslap me again."
"You were sniffing. That's kind of an unspoken weird."
"Is it?" the dark-haired girl had asked, moving back closer again. If a face had been fuckable, Maeve's certainly was. That brooding dark gloss didn't help. Her large lips—they were waiting for Rennia, only Maeve got in the way.
Maeve made a side glance to the window. "I've never seen a cock this close before. I've never seen one that wasn't the servant boy's but—."
Servant boys? That... was kind of embarrassing, knowing what power her family supposedly held. "You never mingled with your peers for fun?"
Or fell into the corruption of power dynamics.
Maeve didn't answer the question. She smiled gleefully, and Rennia was hesitant to answer. "So do you urinate from both? How does the physiology feel? Is your cock in charge mostly? Has your pussy been dormant?"
Now this was something Rennia was too shy to speak about. What does someone even do with that information? "Ahem, when the canal splits, where does the river go? Does the river split into the sea or into a dam?"
Maeve shook her head. "A non-answer." But she didn't relent—her proximity was too close, her attention too focused, like she was going to nibble at any moment. How long could Rennia keep this up? She was stiffening, and her member was slowly curving inch by inch. Maeve had noticed this, her eyes tracking everything.
"Interesting," Maeve had murmured to herself.
"Interesting? That's all you have to say?"
"I need to touch your erect cock so I can test the response mechanism to stimuli," Maeve had said.
All Rennia heard was Maeve wanted to play with her cock. And that was... fine. But the waiting—it killed her. She could feel her skill activate on its own: Sexual Discipline. Her internal muscles tightening, her hips becoming less pressured. She felt an adrenaline rush, but she focused on what was in front of her.
"Just... just don't cast a spell on me. Be careful," she whispered. "Touch all you like."
Maeve had brought her finger forward, starting at the tip and then slowly bringing her finger down Rennia's cock. Her fingers were cold to Rennia's warmth. It felt like pleasurable torture to the pathfiner. Who had to wiggle her thighs constantly to make sense of it. Running her fingers down Rennia's shaft and tracing the ridge of her head. She had cupped the base of the head, and every touch had been sending jolts down Rennia's spine.
Small amounts of precum started to bead at the tip, not a lot. The sight had scared Maeve for a moment. She had brushed her hand over it, feeling the consistency of the wet texture.
Rennia had started to restrain herself, holding her own hands, balling her hands into fists, biting her lip. This was so much more different than it was with Ishmere. She felt a minor connection here.
Maeve pulled back and then she admired Rennia. It had been like she'd been reshaped partially. Though only her lower abdomen was left naked, Maeve noted all the differences. "Your thighs are bigger, and somehow your height has changed too, not to mention your fat butt."
The noble brought her hands around Rennia's thighs, dragging her palm along her skin, and slapped her ass.
Whack.
The sound of the clap hitting her made the room reverberate.
"Ow, you naughty bitch."
Maeve smiled. "I guess I believe you now?" Maeve said, sitting back slightly.
Rennia was mildly confused as to how Maeve hadn't before, but it was clear. "You're clearly physically bigger, but I'm not impressed yet. I want to see how far I can take it?"
"Then—"
Whatever they had mentally decided on earlier had come to an end. Rennia prepared herself to stop, to retreat, to reduce her arousal, to focus.
And then Maeve's hand had returned, much firmer, a strong grip, and she had started stroking her length up and down. Rennia blinked. Maeve was jerking her off. Rennia forced herself to stay still and compelled herself to take low breaths to maintain composure. It was quite a bit different than doing it on her own.
The pressure was all different, and Maeve's fingers—they were so delicate. It was like she had been in a loop of pleasure.
Maeve had started changing her rhythm. Her strokes were faster, still slow but more measured, and her hands traveled from bottom to her tip. Her balls had started bouncing in response, and her vagina below was throbbing. "Do you like this, Rennia? Do you?"
Rennia didn't say anything, just stared at her. While Maeve had increased the speed every tenth stroke, faster and faster, hand cupped by her cock. Rennia's hips had started twitching again, and Maeve had started noticing. She smirked as her hand traveled into her own clothing, under her nightgown, working her way in. As the fabric started slipping, the curve of her breasts had started revealing itself. Her nipples, exposed to the cold of the night, had hardened.
But she didn't stop. She stroked harder and much faster. Rennia's eyes fell on Maeve's bare tits. She wanted to fondle them, caress them, but she didn't want to cum straight away. Touch them once and she was in full sex mode.
Rennia shifted as Maeve started maneuvering her hands—tighter at the tip, looser at the base, and then turning that around as she stroked her cock up and down. Sweat was beginning to form at her forehead, and her legs were starting to fidget.
"Maeve, I—"
Maeve ignored her before she spoke, doubling the speed as she pumped her penis up and down. This time the dark-haired woman smiled. "Well, is it working? Your skills? Your levels?"
She was caught off guard but still in the moment. "Nothing new. I think we aren't there yet."
Maeve hadn't liked the sound of that. "Then perhaps you are taking too long." Maeve had brought her other hand around—one stroking Rennia's penis, the other caressing her balls. "Well, what does your discipline say now?" She smirked at the pathfinder.
Rennia shook her head, and her hips started bucking forward—once, and then twice, and then she could no longer control herself. She grabbed Maeve by the shoulder and kept thrusting. Maeve, taken aback, didn't let go, holding on to her grip as Rennia started fucking her hands.
"I can't—" Rennia sputtered in short breaths as her hips did their work into Maeve's grip. Maeve's hands had slid up and down, slick and now wet with residue of escaping cum. The pressure was at its peak. She tried to communicate that to Maeve without saying a word.
Then the orgasm slammed into her like a physical blow. White fluids ejected, and Rennia's cock started pulsing in Maeve's grip. The fluid spread all across Maeve's cheeks and her lips, covering her face. Rennia's own vision started blackening under the dim light.
"Maeve, you slut, look at what you made me do." Rennia fell forward onto Maeve, who retreated with surprise. Maeve was disappointed. She spoke, cum still on her face. "Is that all? I expected more."
Rennia shook her head. "If it helps, I'm tired out."
"Then what's all the advanced staminan for then you lewd pervert.
Maeve turned away, staring at the mirror at her cum-stained face, and wiped at the fluids. She needed a tissue or two to clean up, but decided she was going to take a different route. The noble girl had swallowed the sticky cum, savoring it and frowning. It was slightly salty and warm, but there was a weird electric tingle going down her throat.
She took a deep breath and stared at Rennia.
Rennia frowned. "You fucking cumslut, you swallowed on your first lewd act. That's—"
Rennia held up her hand when Maeve didn't meet her eyes. Maeve had stood up suddenly, stared at the mirror, and had suddenly touched her body, particularly her legs where they had been sore earlier that day.
Then she turned back again and asked Rennia with a frown. "[Blessed]!" she exclaimed, leaving Rennia in slight fright.
"What? What are you on about? You don't like the taste?"
"[Blessed]. Why did the living system inform me I was blessed?"
Rennia shook her head. She did not have a clue what Maeve was on about and was ready to ignore her. She gripped her cock shamelessly—she wasn't about to become shy again—and had squeezed out the residue of body fluids. Maeve had brought her fingers forward and had scooped up the white mess.
"Your cum—there's something weird about it."
"No. Nope!" She denied it.
In a moment, Maeve had gone from gulping her cum to wincing hard. Rennia didn't understand what was going on. She did not tell her to eat it, and in response to Maeve's wincing, she had started cleaning her up.
"I swear to all the gods, there's something weird about it."
Rennia nodded. "Yeah, it's supposed to be weird."
She didn't make complete sense of it, and Maeve was starting to look disjointed. Perhaps it was the spell or curse of what resided in the mountain spring. If so, she couldn't risk taking it further. She was reluctant to taste her own cum. It was certainly not something anyone was taught to do, but she was curious. Maybe Maeve hadn't gone mad.
Before she could, Maeve had made a heel-faced turn. "So did you learn something? A new skill? Did something level up?"
Rennia shook her head. "Nope. Must be a dud, or maybe this experience was too introductory. I—" she stopped herself.
"Stop. You don't need to explain. It was a test."
"Well, did I pass Misteress?"
"Yes, but that's no the point,"Maeve started wiping her face. "At any rate, let's get some sleep. We can take this further elsewhere. Besides, I'm tired," she said it all with a smile on her face.
Rennia shrugged and openly stroked herself a few times because she needed a second go. Which hadn't bothered Maeve.
That night, however, before she had gone to sleep, the living system had blessed her and taunted her.
Skill level up: [Sexual Discipline level 5 > 6]
[Restorative Union level 1 > 2] achieved
She had sprung right up to tell Maeve the news, but she was fast asleep. Rennia stared out the window, horny and restless, overlooking Maeve. Whatever self-boundaries she had earlier were gone. She was horny.
And in her sleep, the bit that called itself the goddess seed hummed in her.