On a 10+, make Prefect Ish your FRIEND, take +1 XP and go again!

⚂⚅ + 4 = 13

When you HAVE SEX with Ishtar Stellaris, on a 10+, choose two and apply CHARM.

Prefect Ish looks you up and down as you laze in the baths. You hear the indistinct sounds of other Leontes students in the outer chambers, using the lavatory or the baths and making themselves ready for bed.

"Swam the Chilly Tarn. Fished out by Dorothy the Porter. Given a bath and, ah, bed," Ish says.

You can still feel a little tenderness in your neck from exactly what happened in that bed.

"Succored from your various complaints by none other than the Nurse, who of course took advantage of you," Ish continues. "As witness about two dozen snakebites. Because you were still gagging for it, even after Dorothy almost broke your neck in her cunt."

You can't help but laugh at Ish's intensely earnest tone.

But she's right. Are you a bold girl, Miss Redmoor? the Nurse had asked, when you stuck out your bum at her, wanting to know if it was on purpose. And it was.

Ish snorts. "And now me. We'd better get you some long bedposts if you're going to collect notches so fast."

Bedposts. You nearly broke your neck because Dorothy had lost her usual sexual aid, a round-ended post that the half-giant Porter used to pleasure herself. A wooden post about as big around as your head, like a massive bedpost or the bottom column of a stairway banister.

Ish continues. "Frankly I'm surprised you're not laid out flat in bed. One little nap in your room and you're back at it. I suppose Tutor may have to arrange extra exercises for you."

"Exercises?" you say. "Flat in bed?"

"All right, all right, Golondrina, I can take a hint," Prefect Ish says. She climbs out of the bath and takes your hand, tugging upward. "Ups-a-daisy."

Ish is compact and strong, but you don't figure she'd make much headway if you weren't actively rising at her pull. You dry off and dress and she leads you back to your room rather than hers. "We wouldn't both fit in my bed," she says. "Yours is much bigger."

"Well, Miss Redmoor," Ish says, when you're both naked, with a warding circle cast against disturbances. "Flat in bed. Lie down and we'll get to exercises."

Naked, Ish's muscle definition is evident, in shoulders, arms, and upper legs. Her breasts are dark-tipped golden cones, smallish, perhaps, but well-proportioned for her. She's got dark hair under her arms, but none on her mound. On the gently curving delta of her mons, instead of a bush, she has the image of a rose, with deep pink-red petals and a golden center.

Ish cuddles up next to you, murmuring in your ear, asking you and waiting for a yes, a no, a maybe; for boundaries, what you'd never do, what you wouldn't touch.

"You're...surprisingly broadminded...for a novice, Golondrina," Ish says. Her dark curls tremble as she tilts her head.

"I'm, ah, well read?" you say.

"And gagging for it," Ish says.

You giggle.

"Well, let's begin," Ish says.

For all her busy day, Ishtar Stellaris is a more than active partner in bed. In fact, she whispers for you to be still, to let her be the one to touch, to kiss, to knead your skin, shoulders, breasts and belly, to straddle you and rub her sex on each leg, each arm, and then finally to mount your face, rocking over your mouth and nose.

You know what to do with your tongue. She's wet, rich, a little salty but with a definite perfume. Rose, like the tattoo upon her mound.

"Yes, yes," Ish says. "That's the kind of talking I like. Like that. Golondrina."

Slippery, but sweet and fragrant. Almost a rosewater taste now. She rolls her sex forward and back, rocking her hips. Her words trail off into sighs and moans. You raise your hands to cup her bum cheeks, silky-smooth and yielding to your touch, but firm and taut underneath as you take hold and feel her muscles tensing as she rocks on your face.

Her hips pump faster, thrusting her sex onto your chin, your mouth, your nose. You keep up with your tongue as well as you can. Her breaths are fast and ragged. Her voice catches, and suddenly her body clenches tight. Her sex presses down hard over your face. There's a faint whining squeal from her throat. She rolls off your face, slumping down beside you. Her hips still tremble with the echoes of her climax, until her breathing slows and deepens and her body relaxes.

"We," Ish says. "We will. We will have to do this. Again."

Your lips feel puffy after Ish grinding down on your face with her full weight. There's a little taste of blood in your mouth. Your nostrils are heavy with the sea-scent of sex musk and Ish's special rosewater fragrance. A lotion? A perfume? A magical connection to the intricate rose tattoo?

You clear your throat. "How about, well...now?"

Ish laughs. "I...oh hang it, yes, let's. Yes."

You're feeling warm and melty and hungry for touch.

When you HAVE SEX with Ishtar Stellaris, apply the Leontes House Sex Move, CHARM, to make her your FRIEND. Also choose two:

• You're ready to go again, HAVE SEX.
• They have a great time and an orgasm, Gain +1 XP.

Fergus Firetail, Dorothy the Porter, and Miss Wormwood the Nurse are your FRIENDS and each will freely grant one FAVOR. Prefect Ishtar Stellaris of House Leontes is also your FRIEND.
You have 6 XP and may spend 5 XP to choose a new spell or character bonus. See Advancement.

You have many snakebites on your breasts, your inner thighs, and one on your navel, and a few on your neck which may give cause for comment.

Roll +BRAVERY(+3) (+3 Bravery) to HAVE SEX with Prefect Ish again.