Dinner and a bath

Tritera : "I just realized you haven't eaten anything since lunch, I'll conjure up a snack for you and you can wash that salt water off before bed. We'll do another session of control training tomorrow and then I'll bring you to the dorms to get settled in. Don't worry, it's going to be great, you're going to make friends for life."

Tritera tapped the table with her staff and an assortment of cheeses, crackers and spreads appeared on the table before she left for her own quarters. You were definitely feeling the effects of the wine on your empty stomach and ate a little bit of everything. You were really being spoiled by the variety of these meals. It wasn't uncommon back in Edon to have the same food every day for a month and you hadn't eaten the same thing twice since coming here. And that's before you even got into the incomparable quality of an artisanal menu compared to whatever your mother was able to come up with given usually less than three ingredients to work with. You loved and owed a lot to your mother, but there was only so much she could do with two pans, some grain and maybe a seasonal vegetable from the garden.

After stuffing your face you set the bath running again. You hope the Sorceress dormitory has baths too or you're really going to miss this. In the quiet of the chamber and soaking in the warm water you let your mind wander over the events of the day. Your mind keeps landing on one particular event, Jason's warm arm pulling you gently in during the sunset. His warmth, and confidence. How good his attention felt. Depending on how the Dorms were set up you might not have this much privacy in quite some time. You're almost surprised to notice your left hand grasping your breast in search of a nipple while you wonder if Tritera was right, should you have kissed the boy who had placed that flower in your hair? It occurs to you that you'd kissed a cock before you kissed either a man or a woman. And there you were, thinking you were too good for two piece swimsuits. You think the wine must have loosened you up.

The shameful thoughts are driving you to even higher levels of horniness. What kind of harlot are you? Willing to give yourself fully to an older tavern keeper you had barely spoken to but wouldn't even grant a nice boy who had dropped everything to help you a simple kiss? Your other hand had found your crotch and you shuddered under your own insistent touch, wishing it was Jason's or even Plato's hand. The prideful athletic boy having just finished a hard day working on the farm coming in to tame one last beast. You're breathing heavy and rubbing yourself for all your worth. Building and building up, your muscles are tensing, your eyes are closed, your only movements are your hips pushing into your own hand which is circling your folds as quickly as it can, itself trembling under your **** demand for release.

You peak, your whole body convulses, you realize you haven't been breathing as your muscles relax. You sit there panting for a while as you come back down to reality. Eventually you recover and finish washing off. You get out of the bath, donning another of those enchanted towels and look for your underwear in the pockets of your robes. Only they aren't there. You must have misplaced the garments... unless... Could one of the boys have taken them? You open up a new package from the Faston store and hope you've just misplaced them, or they fell out at some point. The idea that one of them had your underwear feels like a huge violation.