My inquiry hasten the turn of Valrettia, clearly surprised by seeing sitting on the mattress of her bed.
"—Y-You did it!"; Incredulity intertwined with a happy excitent is all over the alluring gorgeous face of this attractive woman, her green irises sparkling like jewelry ignited by plasma with the coursing of her Zöhår overflowing from her entire body, making her look not different than an actual "Godess".
{Did what?, Reach her bed?, She was serious?!}
—I thought it was so kind of taphor or analogy what you said about the "Bed"?.
With a sensual intonation and a seductive blinking she sits next to "—Is just the truth Trektör, the closest to reach my bed can only advance until the living room, two steps behind the sofas of the entrance, though he hasn't co in a couple of months...".
—And you don't want him?.
—Is... , Complicated Trektör...
{Why does not surprise ...}
—I can't leave the city...
{What does that have to do with "This" situation?}
— Unless I marry Him, well, however is the one "Commanding" this Building, Or my other option is to be near the "Man" who reaches my bed turning into a "Real Woman", but in such case, we can't really be that far apart outside the Academy Walls...
{I see, It sounds like a nuisance, having to be always with soone sounds exhausting, everyone needs their "Only Ti"; Still, i can comprehend now why the weird design of the construction, is because is not a Mansion, if not a Prison, a Golden Cage for "Her" with a wide courtyard that is the Academy, or part of it}
—Let guess Valrettia, you want to marry soone of your choosing...
—It is not accurate Trektör, and there is quite a lot of "Things" that i would like to do, but being trapped on this cell, keeps away of almost all of them.
{*Sigh*, I understand but... , Shut up Trektör!, You want this?, "Yes" or "No", Is literally that simple!...}
—Do we start now?.
I don't know from where such a decision ca, but I do not lie, which ans that I want this, and Valrettia is on the sa page as , because her pleased smile is extrely sensual due to my answer.
—Could you lie naked on the bed Trektör?, I don't have any practice, but I have heard enough of other people talking of the matter, and... I would like to be, on top.
{Is it because she is older than ?, Or maybe she doesn't like the idea of being under ?... , Wait, Isn't she just saying what she wants... , Like I asked Oriana to do so; I think this is one of those "Things" she is so interested in realizing...}
—Sure Va...
—"Risteth"... , Is my Real Na...
I smile, the aning of saying only the Real Na is not different than screaming "I want to be close to you", which is why i reply in kind.
—"Drïekvïer", is my Real Na, "Risteth", though, I truly prefer to be called "Trektör".
—Then lie on the bed for , "Trektör".
I get rid of my clothes in just a few seconds, placing them on the small dresser next to the bed, lying down in the center of it, watching as "Risteth" stands at the front of the bed, turning her back on as if she were waiting for sothing.
"—I am ready"; I inform her, as she lost her only glove, moving her hands towards her large bosom, a slight *Click* sounds, and her green dress falls to the ground.
Revealing her magnificent figure that is accentuated by her undergarnts, composed only for black leather straps with harnesses supporting her breasts and highlighting the beautiful curved buttocks she possess.
{What a Goddess!}
Risteth turns to face , climbing onto the bed crawling towards , allowing to enjoy the swaying of her breasts as she advances her face is about half a ter above my manhood and i hear how she gulps down a mouthful of saliva.
She ceases her crawling sitting on my belly, posing her hands over my chest while trying to tense her fleshy thighs against my ribs, attempting to occult her nervousness.
{Maybe she is about to back off, It wouldn't be the first one to do so}
The muscles of her legs spasm as her fingers bend slightly, brushing my skin mildly with the tip of her nails.
—Having second thoughts Risteth?.
—No Trektör, Just, give a few seconds, I never put anything inside , not even out of curiosity...
—Jajaja, I know, Miss Grade 5 "Virgin".
Risteth looks puzzled and inquires hastily "—How do you know that?!".
—What do you an?, you ntion not having practice and is right in the "Status" of your "Portrait".
—"Portrait" is not sothing that you are supposed to see unless others allow you to do so...
{What?!, That is not what the congregation of the Profession Room said... , Unless, they make us think the "Portrait" is free to see, so they know what Type and Inclination we have}
"—There are no exceptions?;" I ask intrigued, and Risteth gives a knowing glance "—Is this the right mont for a Lesson Trektör?".
—If is helping to relax and dissipate your nervousness, then it is.
A gentle and playful slap from Risteth strikes my chest, followed by a soft rubbing on the "Affected Area".
—Don't be so cocky Trektör!; But yes, is calming , and no, it is not because I am a Virgin, you are quite bigger of what i have seen.
{And due to Marckza i know that it can get larger, hopefully is not an inconvenience}
—I appreciate the complint Risteth; So, tell , There are no exceptions to see the "Portrait" of others?.
—There are a couple, the usual is to have six tis the Zöhår of the objective Zöhår plus Vyåhö...
{No way that applies to }
—The others are more tricky, you need to have at least four tis the "Covalence", or Twelve tis the "Cohesion" of the objective, the forr depends on your relationship with those around you while the latter is more about oneself, without a doubt the most difficult "Paraters" to increase, of course, ignoring "Talent".
{My Covalence is lower than my Potency, though Cohesion is my Forte...}
—That is why having more then 25 in Covalence is more probable than obtaining one in Cohesion, two counts as really good and anything above three is extrely improbable.
Sohow trying to keep a straight face proves to be an unobtainable task, as i am "11" away from "500 Cohesion".
"—Surprised?"; Inquires Risteth smirking with curiosity.
—A lot!...
—Well, then let blow your mind with this truth, the "Status" you are seeing in the "Portrait"... ; Is applicable only to you, is to guide you in the improvent of your Professions...
So i wasn't wrong about the "Virgin" or "Mate" label, but, i still don't see how "Rival" is relevant or "Chaste" for the matter}
—You certainly did give a good way to keep my mind busy Risteth, I would delve on that later, As i am more interested on "Tasting you"...
"—Really?"; Her question is quite low, maybe she is preoccupied about her age in comparison to mine; I nod acknowledging my truthfulness, Risteth slowly moves her hips upwards, using her knees to accommodate herself until her Lady Parts are above my head.
—Your drink is being prepared Trektör, I hope you would, enjoy it...
I don't respond with words, but with actions, holding Risteth's waist and guiding the juicy lower lips of her vagina towards my thirsty urged mouth.
Unlike with Oriana, I allow the fragrance of Risteth to intoxicate , candied cherries, that is the scent; However, the flavor is similar to the liquor made with them, "Kirsch" I think is called, just more strong and raspy, which is strange considering the candy like taste of the inicial sweetness i felt from her.
{She is quite the journey!}
The instincts of the Ascension Animal Affection spike up once again, making my job of shalessly licking the soft folds of Risteth's vagina easier with my splitted tongue, harassing in the process her unprotected but willing hardened clitoris.
The fluids moisturizing her vulva start to overflow, still, she holds off her moans and it doesn't look like she is close to having an orgasm.
{I suppose that even if she is a Virgin, remains as a Mature Woman in pretty much all the other aspects}
I beco bolder, fueled by the need to see her face change and contour with new expressions, as her flushed cheeks are not enough for the anti.
An electric shock causes her eyes to close montarily as she bites her lower lip seductively; When she opens her eyelids her stare is imdiately encountered by my sight, over lustful creeping out of both of us, but more from her; As Risteth puts her hands on my head and presses towards her womanhood.
—Do that again Trektör!, but only a little bit longer and intense, I want to build up a "Big One" for you to claim and mark as "Yours".
Being fully aware of what my partner is referring to, I can't help but get excited, nibbling on her clitoris with the occasional electric shock to keep her focused on containing its incoming climax.
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