More Questions Arose.

We somehow maneuvered to my couch. I found myself in a very unfamiliar position on it, but not an uncomfortable one. Regina was so soft everywhere, only the rattle of chains even made me aware of them. We parted lips for another fleeting moment, the naked woman’s weight in my lap, my back pressed against the couch cushions.

“Aren’t these uncomfortable?” I had to ask, taking hold of one of the dark chains with my fingers. I realised now they weren’t made from metal, but a form of shiny, nearly black stone. I wanted to say obsidian, but I was no geologist. Regina seemed to be barely aware of them herself, or my words, for a few seconds as she pressed her face into my neck and I giddily gasped for air. She pulled away and pulled that smile.

“Did you want me to take these off?” she asked, drawing one of the chains down from her shoulder as if she was teasing me by exposing the half an inch of skin it covered. I was surprised now that the chains had stayed on her in the first place. Even with the amount of movement and wrestling between us as we contended with each other’s hungry mouths, the long links of black glass remained wrapped loosely around her body, crisscrossed over a few places, around her hips and stomach. Yet they never shifted too far off from where she had hung them from, like some invisible **** kept them hewn in the same stable orbit to her body.

For a few seconds I was deeply intrigued by their unassuming magicalness and rubbed the hard shiny stone between my fingers. She looked sexy in them. Probably even sexier than if she was completely, entirely nude.

“Well if we go out you might need to be dressed in a little bit more than bike chains,” I said, already imagining some small, cozy table in a dim italian restaurant which I could now appreciate in a whole new light.

“Go out?” Regina said, leaving me with a wet chin with how quickly she sat up. Something dawned on her. “Ohh! I see! So we can go out hunting for girls, hmm? Find you some sexy experiments to explore…” And she leaned back down towards me, grinning her devilish grin, before once again mashing her soft lips with mine. Even in her gently grinding, self-induced dreamlike stupor, she picked up my slightly strained expression.

“What’s the matter?”

I was embarrassed enough to look away from that gorgeous face.

“Listen… this stuff about controlling other women… I’m not-”

“Oh! No that’s okay! I get it!” she cut me off before I could even form my own complete thoughts. “This sexual desire stuff is completely new. You want to take it slow! I get it. I get it!” She was almost bouncing on me, which only fogged up my mind more. I didn’t know tits could move like that. I mean, I knew, but I never appreciated the way they could defy and be enslaved by gravity all at once with the way she jostled. And I was not used to all of this heat… and I worried about the state of my underwear. But I couldn’t help adoring Regina’s excitement. She couldn’t contain it either. “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited about this!” she said, the makeout session unfortunately put on hold now but I could just watch her for hours anyway. “You’re an asexual… I’m honestly not sure I’ve ever encountered someone like you. You’re like… even better than a virgin!”

At this my eyebrow was raised, but she just smiled at me winningly. I supposed that might have been a compliment? That a deviant entity of pure sex linked to a magical mind control artifact would prize such an arbitrary title as a ‘virgin’ didn’t surprise me.

“I’m not a virgin though,” I reminded her. “I’ve had sex a few times.” Not that I was bragging… I had never felt the desire to, in any sense of the word. It was Regina’s eyebrow’s turn to express puzzlement.

“How does that work anyway?” she wondered, and I sighed again, ready for the inevitable second lesson usually given to the more nosy of my friends and Aunt Debbie. I made to sit up and the chain wearing woman instinctively slid off my lap and onto the couch. She still kept close contact with my body. Knees and shins against me, an arm around my shoulder. I didn’t even realise my legs were going numb until feeling rushed back into them with Regina no longer straddling me.

“My body still works… still does all the right things if you… y'know… press the right buttons,” I explained, acutely aware of my body working right now, as it had been ever since I put on the ring and met her. All of the buttons had been mashed. The dampness against the crotch of my panties was especially clinging. It was uncomfortable in a way that was strangely gratifying…

“So what, did you have a girlfriend? A boyfriend even?” asked the Goddess, curiouser and curiouser.

“I tried it with one guy… and dated a few girls,” I admitted. “I find I prefer the company of women entirely though,” I added.

“Wait, so you are a lesbian?” She said this but also seemed confused by the concept as a whole in how it could relate to me. Or at least the me from yesterday who would probably not be tonguing her so eagerly as I had been a minute ago.

“I’ve loved people,” I told Regina. I let that sit for a moment, and she took that time to properly absorb my sincerity. She seemed **** to ask the next question, but I’d had this conversation enough times to save her the embarrassment. From asking the ‘How?’ of it. “There are different kinds of asexual people,” I said. “Some asexuals are also aromantic. But some asexuals are not aromantic. We still fall for people. For their personalities… For the way they are, apart from the physical… chemical… wanting to have sex with them stuff.”

“Huh.” Regina seemed enlightened at this point, after a few seconds of mulling it over. “That must simplify things,” she thought out loud. “No sex to complicate the equation.” I discovered a Goddess… or demon… or devil or genie or whatever ancient entity she was… could be naive. It endeared me to her so greatly I thought about tearing her chains off.

“Relationships are always complicated,” I said, trying not to sound sad, or at least not mopey. “You don’t always fall for someone with the same… priorities as you.” I tried, valiantly, to keep things vague in hopes that Regina might just figure it out on her own. Her look of concern for me was a little heartbreaking. “Other aces are kind of hard to find,” I said. “At least, ones compatible for romance. I’m in some local ace groups and all but… it’s a tiny community. And I don’t want to date any of them…” Especially now, I realised. I did feel a little guilty then, as if I was somehow betraying my tribe.

“That’s a shame,” said Regina, reaching out and running her slender fingers through my hair. I had to close my eyes, her long, raking touch such a sensual thrill I found my nipples suddenly like frozen diamonds and my panties now definitely ruined. And I just called them panties again… My body now provided so many distractions. Distractions from my troubling thoughts as that ring on my finger became a presence for me briefly, then Regina distracted me with her lips. They missed mine on the second brush, went to my chin, then to my neck. She was moving ever softly lower.

“Regina?” I breathed a questioning breath. She looked up at me, smiling.

“Ringmaster Alexi,” she said, fingering the top button of my shirt. “I think it’s time we figure out what some of your new found priorities might be, hmm?” There was a want in her eyes… I saw mine reflected in them. I remembered things were complicated. They always were. But right now I found a simple need that required fulfilling. Things got a lot less complicated. My priorities became a lot more clear.

“I’m ready to find out what it’s like…”