Deals and propositions

[A/N: Co-written with ScarletRabbit.]

Elaine looked at Sienna for some long seconds. The questioning stare of her deep emerald eyes was met with the gaze of silvery orbs that appeared hopeful for a positive answer. She exhaled quickly before nodding to her side.

"Tell me who ye have on yer mind," she said, much faster than when speaking to her students; not having to restrict herself to fully valid Siles was an attribute that she could only make use of with a select few people, one of which was her cyan-haired friend.

"You remember Valerian, right?" Sienna asked, sitting down across the desk. The binder found its way onto her hips. She placed her hands on the wood, intertwining the delicate fingers capped with dark gray nails matching her eyes.

The corner of Elaine's mouth lifted slightly. Some emotion seemed to stir in her verdant orbs as she spoke, "Well, how could I forget? What about 'im?"

"His son, Lucas, started attending the Academy this week."

"...yer not proposing a freshman, eh?" Elaine's mood deflated as she squinted her eyes with suspicion. The verdant orbs emanated a piercing gaze that attempted to see right through Sienna.

"Just hear me out first, Elaine."

The green-eyed woman rolled her eyes, sighing with resignation. Still, as she focused her gaze, her head bobbed forward slightly.

"He is showing understanding exceeding his age. Even going beyond the fundamental curriculum, he's really sharp, and I want to see how far he can go."

"Based on...?"

"Lucas came to me on Friday and asked me about the 10th circle of magic. I asked him some theoretical questions, and I'll say, he gave me better answers than what I'd expect of even a 4th year. How many people could tell you the ties between the pillars of reality in just 5 minutes, and accurately at it?"

"Ye threw a question like that at a freshman? And I am said to be harsh," Elaine snorted momentarily. "Did ye at least explain the 'Heaven's Gate' to 'im?"

"Partially. I didn't want to overwhelm him, so the discussion didn't go far beyond the magical aspect."

"...so, what do ye want from me, Sinsin? Wouldn't he fit much better with yer group? My group is 'bout artifacts and alchemy. Yers studies magic."

"Well, I do know your group is in a little tough spot this year. After this year graduates, you will be only left with two people. The headmaster won't want to uphold that, and you know that he has had it with your attitude. I don't want you facing off against him again."

"Sinsin, I can take care of my trash. Don't need ye meddlin' in here."

"I just want to support you a little, Elaine," Sienna's eyes glimmered slightly as her face betrayed some worry that stirred within. "I know you don't like that, but you know it as well as I do. Dorothea will probably not return with anyone. Most students value their spare time more than their academic success."

"Ya, exactly. What makes ye think that kid (Lucas, was his name?) will want to join a group?"

"I talked with him about it. He's willing, as far as I'm aware."

Elaine closed her eyes for a long moment. Feeling her heartbeat pulse through her veins, she could not help but agree with Sienna internally. This exact issue was the reason her group was in the current situation, after all. A deep sigh escaped her mouth as her emerald orbs focused on her friend.

"...Fair 'nough," she said. "What is his class?"

"He... he's Classless," Sienna answered, her voice tinted with hesitance.

"Classless?" the copper-haired woman asked, her breathing halting for a long second. "What...?" her face displayed a couple emotions in a few short moments, ranging from initial startle to shock, and then... disbelief. "Yer pulling my leg. There's no way a Classless could attend the Academy..." Elaine shook her head, her lips curving slightly as she expected her friend to do the same. "...is there?" she raised an eyebrow, seeing Sienna's serious countenance.

"He scored perfectly on the theoretical exam."

"Perfectly? But even that wouldn't be enough. Ye need 60% to pass, eh?"

"The headmaster allowed him to take the practical examination using a tool," Sienna replied calmly.

"...what?" Elaine's voice quieted down after the single word. "...why would that old fart allow that?" her voice was tinged with a hearable amount of hesitation.

"The documents explain it better than I could," Sienna nodded, quickly opening the binder on her hips and handing the copper-haired woman a large snippet of paper.

Elaine's eyes glanced over the lines of text. In an instant, her brows shot up. "What? There is no way these numbers are real, Sinsin. Yer really pulling a prank on me, ain't ye?"

"I know it looks fake, but the tests were conducted by the Academy's staff. Rupert was present for some of them."

Elaine squinted her eyes. "I don't believe this. A thousand points of mana?" she read a few lines more before lifting her gaze at her friend. "Enough to achieve 3rd circle, and he can't condense even a single one...?" she made a shocked expression. "Mana block or not, he should've classed years ago."

"Precisely," Sienna nodded. "We don't know how he overstepped Licheren's Limit, tenfold at it, but it's happened."

"...so that's why that old coot allowed him in. Once that kid classes, our Academy will become a hot topic," Elaine sighed, her tone a little defeated. 'As always, he's looking for a way to build his image up.'

The cyan-headed woman nodded lightly at her friend's words. Exhaling shortly, she gauged Elaine's behavior. As reserved to the idea as she was just a minute ago, the redhead woman now appeared to be considering her options deeply, intertwining her hands right in front of her mouth. Sienna could almost see the dozens of gears in her head moving at a rapid pace, thousands of thoughts zooming here and there faster than sound.

Suddenly, Elaine's green eyes glimmered momentarily, signaling to Sienna that a conclusion was reached.

"That kid," she started, placing the documents on the desk. "When can ye bring 'im to me?"

-Meanwhile-

The sudden voice reverberated within Lucas's cranium. Its echo bore an otherworldly power that appeared to bend light all around. Even though the laughter sounded without a trace of malice, the white-haired man could only compare himself to an ant sensing a boot about to crush it. A frozen shiver ran down his spine and his hands shook. His eyes moved shakily around the room, trying to find the source of the laughter. However... nobody was there.

Feeling a knot tied in his throat, Lucas decided to not even try to voice a question. In the first place, he was not sure if he'd get an answer. There was just... something strangely ethereal about the woman's voice that still resonated in the back of his skull.

The sound died off into nothingness as a few seconds passed. Lucas finally released a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

But then, it came back.

"My," a tranquil voice entered his ears. Even without seeing the woman behind the mouth speaking, he could imagine her to be incomparable to any beauty he'd ever seen. "That's quite an achievement you made. Congratulations~," she said, the pressure from the voice making Lucas's knees almost lose all strength with the mere act of speech.

"...w-w-what?" he managed to **** out, albeit with significant difficulty.

The laughter sounded again. It felt as though the woman was forming a gentle smile as he heard her speak once more, "Truly, an interesting mortal you are. I'm glad my intuition was not wrong, fufu~," the echo rang throughout the entire room as the manalamp by door flickered, giving in to the otherworldy strength.

'W-What the hell is happening...' Lucas slowly swallowed dry saliva that lingered in his mouth. With a shaky hand motion, he supported himself on the chair to his right. The beating of his heart was the only indication of passing time as he made a wobbly step toward the dresser across the room. His eyes hardly even glanced at the mirror as his hand darted to the drawer up top, bringing out his dagger. Shifting it in his hand a little, Lucas turned around.

"W-- W-Who are... y-you?" he asked, his voice shaky as he did his best to scan the room all over again. Even without activating <Keen Senses>, he could not help but feel as though there was some sort of a presence together with him in the room. Doing his best to stabilize his breathing, Lucas staggered backward, leaning on the dresser. Yet, he found himself unable to peel his eyes away from the very faint outline of a person standing across the room. But that wasn't the weirdest part. The truly strangest aspect of it was, Lucas could swear he looked directly into its eyes.

"Hmm?" the woman appeared slightly surprised, either at his question or staring. The distortion in space twirled slightly, almost as though some hip-long hair swayed gently behind her. "Well, isn't this curious... to even sense my presence... hmm... should I step over the boundary a bit? Yes, you deserve as much," she said, her serene voice leaving behind a faint echo.

Beads of sweat rolled down Lucas's cheeks. The pressure pressing on his shoulders increased exponentially. There was no way to compare it to anything he'd ever felt - which was a large statement in itself, having one of the strongest people in Etnal as his parent. Unable to move even a single muscle, he resorted to only watching what was happening.

The distortion in space darkened quickly, forming a figure. The woman wore a long robe that had a beautiful, glimmering weave used to knit it, its color dark silver yet glistening like gold. The long sleeves of the material hid her hands that were joined in front of her voluptuous hips.

The woman's skin had a dark tonation. A large nose was a prominent feature of her proportional face, complementing the golden eyes that appeared to hold entire galaxies within. Plump lips were curved in a gentle smile as she stared at him.

The black hair appeared to shimmer, thousands of tiny reflections like stars in the night sky captivating Lucas for a long moment.

"There. This ought to make this simpler for you," she spoke, tremendous power filling the room's air with each syllable.

"...w-who are you?" repeated Lucas, his voice tinted with fear and caution. Yet, inwardly, he could not help but feel an aura of... safety and familiarity emanate from the woman. "H-How did y-you get in here?"

"I have no intention of harming you, Lucas," she responded, her voice calm. Her eyes emanated a gaze that appeared all-encompassing, yet with a visible hint of gentleness.

He blinked hastily. His lips felt dried up as they quivered. However, his vocal cords could not **** a single sound out. His mind was only concerned with one thing: looking for a way out. Unlike his encounters with Eamon, this time, the man felt completely powerless, like a prey driven into a corner.

Seeing his eyes overcome with primal fear, the woman made a short gasp.

"Ah, I apologize," she clenched her fist momentarily. Nearly all pressure emanating from her was dissipated into nothingness in an instant, letting Lucas take a series of half-breaths. "There. It should be easier for you, now."

His body shuddered once he realized his position. Lucas shakily stood upright, doing his best to raise the hand holding his blade. The woman instantly frowned at his gesture, but it appeared that she was more surprised than upset. Silently, she raised her hand, pointing a finger at the tip of the weapon. With a slow movement, she drove it forth, her dark skin meeting the pointy edge. Yet, even though he tried to push, the woman's strength far outclassed his. Feeling his hand give out, Lucas dropped the knife, seeing the woman's hand uninjured.

"There's no need for that," she sounded, her voice a soothing breeze. With a fluid motion, she lowered her hand, causing the robe to shuffle and glimmer in the manalamp's light. "I will not harm you."

"...w-who... are you?" Lucas managed to **** out after a few seconds. His violet eyes scanned the woman's neutral posture until he met the gaze of her yellow orbs.

"My name is Thines," the woman's head nodded fluidly, her dark hair glimmering with the motion. "Goddess of Dreams and the maintainer of the cosmic plane known as Dreamscape."

"Goddess...?" sweat dribbled down his cheeks; the statement, while sounding crazy, appeared too serious to be untrue. The pressure from just now surely was not something a human could achieve. "W-Why...?" he asked, not quite sure of the direction of his own question.

Thines immediately took the steering wheel of the conversation, "You piqued my interest. Not just anyone can do that~," she winked at him. The robe shifted around her body as she made a step back, turning her head toward the sigil he'd made on the floor. "Truly, an unduly persistence you've shown, Lucas. I decided to reward your endurance."

"W-What do you mean...?" 'Something feels off... I feel like I've heard her voice before...' he frowned slightly, tracing along the goddess's curves. Yet, he could not discern if he had ever seen a person like her. She was just... too perfect to forget.

"The class you wield. 'Dream Walker' is a special gift from me," she smiled at his startled expression. "It's a class that befits you, who have been shunned by everyone. A chance for you to take what is yours."

"What is mine...?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.

The dark-skinned goddess nodded. "The rightful place in your family. Your predestined position in the world. You lifted the veil that was put on you. Now, with my power, you can achieve heights you've never dreamed of. Imagine your family at your feet. The pleasant feeling of staring into their eyes and knowing that they won't discard you any longer. How wonderful will the feeling of satisfaction be once they look at you as the true heir of this family?" she asked. Her golden eyes shone with power as though emphasizing her point.

Lucas remained silent for a long moment. The words of the goddess reverberated in his skull. The promise of finally gaining recognition and standing atop the family was, indeed, a sweet proposition. Normally, he'd accept it in a heartbeat. But... this situation was hardly normal.

Seeing his lack of answer and tensed-up expression, Thines continued, "I know you are unsure, Lucas. The fear of being exposed is overwhelming your mind. But I know your potential, and I chose you because of it. I wish for you to do great deeds as my Herald."

"...chose me?" he asked slowly, his violet eyes trembling slightly at Thines's words. His right hand clenched almost involuntarily, and a strange sense of... irritation stirred in the back of his mind. "Herald...?"

Thines swiped her hand. Her long fingers became coated in a purple aura, and in an instant, the mana stone lying on the ground shot to her hand. Holding it firmly between her fingers, she extended the hand closer to him. For a long second, she stared right into his eyes, the glimmering gold meeting pure amethyst. Understanding the intangible request, he raised his own hand. The dark-skinned woman placed the black item into his hand. Then, she clasped her fingers around his palms. Her touch felt impossibly soft. A vaguely pleasant shiver went through his body at the contact. Despite having immense power, this woman was going about it very delicately as she rubbed her skin against his tenuously.

"You have reached a great milestone in your journey, Lucas," she spoke with a tender voice. Within her infinitely deep eyes, the white-haired man noticed a faint shine, almost as though Thines was hopeful for something. "But it's only beginning. You are still but a bud of the flower that will blossom in the future. I have high hopes for you."

'[Liar.]' a voice whispered from within his consciousness, seeping with anger. It sounded almost... ethereal, just like the goddess in front of him.

"W-What?" Lucas's eyes widened.

Noticing his gaze straying from her, Thines nodded lightly, "The path ahead is long, Lucas. Your destiny is just beginning to unfurl," she let go of his hands. Taking a long step back, her topaz eyes gazed upon the inscriptions on the ground. "But I know you have it in you. I wonder how you will go about it~," she smiled warmly whilst lifting her hand. A purple-colored power emanated from her palm for a moment, shooting forth and erasing the mana paste from the wooden boards. "What will you do to those who have transgressed you? How far will you take control?" a slightly pondering expression formed on her face. Then, she looked at him again. "How quickly will you nest yourself in your class? I cannot wait to see you one day soon, fufu~," she giggled pleasantly, covering her mouth with a hand. In a way, this gave her a very elegant look.

"...class?" Lucas squinted his eyes ever so slightly. '...one?' "What about th--!" a strong sting of pain erupted within his chest before he managed to finish his sentence. Taken off-guard, the young Stormrider stiffened on the spot, to the surprise of the goddess.

'[Do not.]' the voice from within his mind spoke again, a bit louder this time. However, unlike before, when it expressed anger, now it sounded with... a warning tone, and this time specifically, he felt it being aimed at him.

Thines frowned ever so slightly. "Do you feel alright?" she asked, a tinge of uncertainty tainting her tranquil tone.

"...I..." Lucas focused on her. A bitter taste stung him in the back of his throat. "I'm--" feeling the reverberation of pain at the base of his spine, he summoned his status.

[HP: 483/488]

"--hurt? Why...? I was... fine before..." palpable shock stained his voice.

"...what?" Thines tilted her head ever so slightly, visibly taken aback. "How could it be...?" for the first time since her arrival, the goddess's face displayed confusion. The robe shifted around her body as she took a step closer and bent downward slightly, focusing on the man's hand.

Her sizeable breasts pushed tantalizingly against her robe, their shape now easily visible to the man. Thines appeared none the wiser to that fact as she reached out to Lucas slowly. Suddenly, the space in front of her hand twisted. An otherwordly sound similar to metal creaking rang in the room before an intangible **** pushed on her limb, forcing it backward, straight into her cleavage. Thines's boobs jiggled furiously at the impact, showing to Lucas that they were not supported by anything.

Thines straightened up, letting out a surprised gasp, which quickly turned into a brief pant. She rubbed her hand quickly.

Snapping his attention from the goddess's chest, Lucas noticed that one of her fingers appeared slightly cut. A bit of scarlet fluid flowed from within before Thines quickly wrapped her other hand around it.

For a couple seconds, silence filled the room. The goddess turned away from the man, the curtain of pitch-black hair hiding her slightly tensed-up expression. Lucas, in the meantime, looked at his own hand. Was he the one to initiate this weird phenomenon? He was almost certain this wasn't the case. Yet... why did he feel so calm about this now? In fact, why was there a sense of complacency stirring in the back of his mind?

"...interesting," Thines broke the silence, a tiny bit of hesitation marking her tone. "Truly peculiar," '...why did it happen?' she pondered, looking at her hand. The cut on her finger already stopped excreting blood, but the stinging feeling across the wound remained.

"...what just happened?" Lucas asked carefully.

Thines remained silent at his question. '...why is the world protecting him?' she asked herself, flexing her fingers for but a moment. 'It's never done anything like this before. Not for me, not for another of us... and certainly, not for a mortal. What is the meaning of this...?' she closed her eyes. A quiet scoff left her mouth. 'I can understand being punished for intervening, but... this is too soon. Is he some kind of a special case? I couldn't sense anything off about him...'

"I should go, Lucas," Thines finally spoke, lowering her hand and turning to face him again. She sported a gentle smile again. "Do not be afraid of your class. Experiment with it, and you shall soon achieve the sky above the sky. I'm certain of it," she almost chuckled, seeing the man's violet eyes full of uncertainty. "And one more thing. Don't think I didn't notice~," she winked at him again, a hand pushing the robe closer to her body, making the outline of her breasts more pronounced. Then, the goddess gently swiped her hand. A purple haze surrounded her.

"G-Goddess, wait, I have questions! Will you not answer any?" Lucas asked quickly. For but a moment, he wanted to reach out to the ethereal being, to hold it down, to do anything to delay the departure.

Thines's smile widened. "I'm certain you will find the answers," 'I need to get away. The world appears mad at me already. I won't be able to descend here for a while.' "Goodbye, Lucas."

And then... Thines disappeared, consumed by the purple smoke-like aura that first concealed her before dissipating into nothingness. Lucas was left alone in the room.

He exhaled deeply. Feeling the gravity of what just happened to him, he sank to his knees, dropping the mana stone in his hand. A shiver ran through his body, but he was not cold. In fact, his skin was beaming with heat.

'...I need to lay down.'

-In the evening-

Nimue opened the door to her room. It was a small space similar to Lucas's, albeit placed in a different corridor underground. A small bed was outfitted with a plain duvet similar to the one he had, and across the room, a similar dresser stood, together with a chair and some accessories she could use for self-care. The one real thing of difference between the two spaces was the table.

The black-haired maid locked the door quickly. Feeling her hand trace the wooden surface gently, she breathed a relieved sigh. Finally, the day was coming to a close.

After quickly undoing the headpiece, she threw it aside. Quickly, that was followed by her hands going to her suit and undoing the buttons holding it together. Within seconds, she was standing in the middle of the room only clad in her underwear and knee-high socks. After fidgeting with her bra for a moment, Nimue managed to unlock it as well, and a second sigh escaped her mouth. 'Free at last.' she thought whilst putting on a small smile. After an entire day squished into a bra, there was no better feeling than letting her girls experience some freedom.

Sitting on the bed slowly, she felt the mattress give under her prominent buttocks. Shuffling on the material lightly, Nimue felt the pleasant cold spread across them. She took off her shoes and socks before she eventually bent backward to a lying position, only dressed in panties matching her hair.

Her green eyes stared at the ceiling for a couple of long seconds as her mind escaped to ponder on the situation. 'More has happened in the last three days than in the entire week before.' she huffed a bit of air before turning on her side. Her breasts jiggled vigorously for a moment. 'How Lucas is doing, I wonder?' she thought, bringing out a hand in front of herself. Staring at her nails for a long moment, she couldn't help but notice their lively color that did not need even a trickle of polish or paint. She clenched her fist, but it was not an act of anger. Rather, she felt... worry. 'He's been acting strangely these few days... but he just won't tell me anything. Well... it's not that I mind all of his behavior.'

She took a short moment to relive that moment. Her heart beat with a doubled strength. It was just 15 seconds of her life - nothing to an elf at all - but it might as well have been an eternity.

She reminisced about the sensation of his touch on her shoulders. Her legs quivered in response, feeling warmth spread through them. She rubbed her knees together. The sensation of the gentle caress on her shoulders reverberated through her memory. Closing her eyes, she sensually bit her lips. Gods, what would she give to feel that sensation first-hand again. She felt his arms embrace her again. The warmth of his touch made her pussy tingle strongly. She got a hand to her nose. The scent of his sweat was still there, albeit faint. Nimue sniffed it with all her power, not wanting to ever lose it.

In an immediate response, her other hand found its way to her breasts. She imagined her hand being Lucas's as the man held her entire tit. Feeling her nipples stiffen, she got one in between her fingers and tweaked it lightly. In her mind's eye, she saw Lucas's mouth clasping around it, teasing her sensitive mounds with his teeth and tongue. Her body shuddered in response. She felt her panties becoming drenched by the second.

Nimue got hold of her undies with her other hand and lowered them near her knees. Closing her eyes, she began caressing her labia, every touch an explosion of euphoria. She imagined Lucas moving upward to kiss her mouth as his hand moved down her stomach before tenderly moving two fingers atop her pussy lips. Nimue felt her legs quiver at the sensation of the warm touch.

"Lucassss~," her vocal cords vibrated sensually as she got a stronger hold of her tit, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Nimue's pussy began drenching her hand as she slowly put a finger into her folds. Her legs spread a little. She lacked experience, but she could imagine Lucas's prominent tool resting atop her pussy lips that she began caressing, preparing herself for him. "More..." she bit her lips, sliding a second finger in.

Her cunt massaged her fingers she imagined to be Lucas's penis that he slid into her like a sword into a sheath. Then, he pulled out partially before repeating the motion. In, and out. In, and out again. Slowly building up speed, Nimue felt her body flush with rising excitement that was drowning her mind. She pinched her nipple and pulled at it a little, a jolt of electricity causing her to spasm. "Oh!" she moaned loudly. "L-Lucas!" her voice quivered as her body shook. She bent her back slightly, feeling the electrifying sensation spread through her limbs. "YES!" her voice turned into a scream. Just barely able to respond in time, Nimue dug her head into the pillow next to her head. Her vaginal cavity pulsed furiously; she was just about to come. "More! Lucas!" she yelled his name into the material as her release came. Pulling her hand out of her pussy, she immediately felt it squirt some juices forward, wetting the bed covers. Her stomach muscles spasmed as she dragged the wet hand across them.

Her breathing turned into panting. Halting all her actions, she basked in the afterglow, her green eyes opening slowly, completely drowned in the dreamy haze. Nimue felt her pussy lips pulse with every strong beat of her heart. A small smile was painted on her face. It was a heavenly feeling. She wanted to feel like that every day.

A short moment passed, her hand still molding her tits, albeit with a more lazy motion. She imagined Lucas playing with her girls, giving her some room to enjoy the afterglow but not staying dormant. She chuckled to herself before squeezing both of her mammaries with some strength. Her pussy juices painted a stain on one's side; she imagined it to be his saliva as he kissed and caressed them. The wet embrace soon reached her hard nipple, feeling even better than before. In an immediate response, she got her other hand to her nethers. This newfound excitement was getting too much for her. She was a woman with needs.

She did not waste time with foreplay this time around. Nimue quickly got two fingers into her cunt again, this time going in more roughly. She pictured Lucas panting like when he was running during training, but this time, it was when he pushed his tool inside her, spreading her hot folds.

Over and over again, she repeated the motion, her pussy juices soaking her hand. Her moans echoed in the room as her fingering gained speed. Fingers tweaked her nipples. Her arousal only built up further by the second.

The motion persisted for a short moment. Then, she turned on her stomach and rose on her knees, her hair swinging over her back and cascading to her sides. Nimue moved her hips, feeling her ass jiggle with the movement. She could only imagine how his hands would feel sinking into the velvety skin as she was about to straddle him.

She got hold of the pillow she'd screamed her soul into and hugged it between her thighs. The outer seam was thick and bulging out, and although cold to the touch, it almost felt like a finger... or a tongue.

Her black hair swayed as the maid shifted in her position and lowered her buttocks a little. Her labia pressed lightly into the material, hugging the suture. Her clit rubbed against the exposed surface, exploding with pleasure that made her moan loudly in response.

Nimue humped the pillow for long seconds, doing her best to stifle her reactions. She imagined Lucas lying below her, his lips sucking and licking her pussy as he did his best to pleasure her. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the fantasy, her mouth parting.

"Yes! More! Lucas...!" she just barely managed to not shout out loud. Her legs redoubled their movements as she felt her second orgasm coming. "MPHM!" she raised her voice a little whilst clenching her teeth. She bent forward a little, her legs quivering.

Her movements abruptly halted. Long, deep pants left her mouth as she opened her eyes, the rims full of joyful tears. Her heart beat quickly as Nimue raised her hands. For a moment, she gently caressed her breasts, weighing them. Her mouth closed before curving into a satisfied smile. She bent forward, using the pillow in her hands to cushion her fall. As she made herself comfortable on the duvet, she hugged the pad lightly.

...

The wind of her excitement blew over slowly. The atmosphere of the room, lit up by the singular manalamp, brought the elf maid back to her senses. Breathing a shallow sigh, she shuffled on the bed. Slowly, Nimue trekked to a drawer, getting out a new, black pair of undies for her nether lips. Whilst dressing herself into her undergarments, her mind began wandering off.

'I wish it really was him with me.' she thought whilst bringing a chair closer to the mirror. 'I wonder... does he ever think of me like this?'

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