The night of the Blessing Ceremony

Threya POV

Threya finished cultivating and finally opened her eyes. A golden light freckled within her iris before it shot forward and struck the adjacent wall, leaving a lengthy deep slash glaring against it.

She exhaled forth a chilling breath and felt a blue aura lightly burning against her skin, not enough to cause her any harm but enough to extinguish the sweat lathered down both her arms and her slender neck . She observed her two hands, feeling the abundance of a new power flowing throughout her body. ‘I did it...I’ve broken through.” After all her hard work Threyja felt a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She had encountered a bottle neck, one that she wasn’t able to overcome until the passing of the blessing ceremony. The guardians had gifted her with advice on how she must handle her cultivation. She couldn’t believe it would work so quickly. She spent 12 hours in a constant state of meditation, her body was covered in a clear sheen of sweat, making her training robes cling to her skin lewdly. She pinched the damp clothing away and curiously took a peek down her shirt.

‘They just keep growing.’ she thought whilst admiring her lovely two breasts, and her soft pink nipples hardened from the sweat of her training. ‘I wonder if he likes them big...’ she thought to herself. The smiling face of Thorjen appeared within her mental. She quickly smacked her two cheeks in a bid to wake herself up, she embarrassingly remembered what Zia had told her.

Sex was something Threyja tried not to think about too often. She of course had to admit she had urges just like anyone else. And since turning 19 she had gotten used to playing with herself to relieve some of the pent up tension after a while. But she always felt guilty afterwards, so she chose to place all her attention on cultivating.

Elves aged slower than humans, so in human years she was at least 24 years old despite only being 20. For an Elven woman that was more than old enough to start indulging in the art of sex. After all, unlike humans who displayed sex in a vile and unhinged manner. She read that Elves took great pride in sex, treating it more like a flowing art, rather than attaching too much importance to it. Some were known to also use it for training in some cases. Dual cultivation was a popular method of training between partners. And depending on the cultivator, performing dual cultivation could greatly enhance ones abilities. Threya felt her cheeks turning warm again, all these thoughts about sex had started to make her feel horny again. So she quickly got herself cleaned and left her dorm room as swiftly as she could.

Threyja found her soft footsteps walking towards the boy's dorm, at this time of the day she had to be careful not to get caught. But luckily, after the blessings ceremony, most of the elders had decided to let their hair down and share stories around outdoor fires with kegs of gryphons' wine by their laps. Threyja moved delicately around the near silent hall ways. Her feet were as light as a fairy as she used her Qi to quieten her footsteps. She arrived at one room in particular and gently slid the closed door open. Inside she saw a familiar face sleeping soundly. His body was still in bandages, but the colour had returned to his perfect cupids bow shaped mouth.

"Thorjen...I did it...i broke through” her whispers were soft , she held her head just above his lips. She could feel his warm subtle breaths, and for some reason Threyjas cheeks felt incredibly hot again . She wasn’t sure what was going on with her. These feelings had only gotten worst since the blessing ceremony. She moved closed towards Thorjen and laid her head on his chest. His heartbeat was constant, but each beat sounded soothingly calm. ‘I hope you’ll be waking up soon. There so much I wish to tell you.’ She moved closer to his handsome tanned skin. His lips parted slightly, observing his peaceful face Threyja wasn’t sure why she felt so hot. She leaned forwards and kissed him gently, slowly the gently kiss turned into a longer meeting between their two lips. Her mouth parted and she unknowingly slid a tongue into his opened mouth.

"hmmm..au..mm..slurp..."

Threyja realised what she was doing and jumped away in horror. A string of spit briefly connected the two of them. Threyja gazed at the helpless Thorjens mouth ‘No not like this...” she suddenly felt a wave of terrible guilt, ‘I need you to wake up...I need you to wake up now,’

She wasn’t sure where these emotions came from, but Threyja quickly left Thorjens room and headed off towards the herbal store houses before she did something she couldn't take back.

Once she arrived, she met Marco seated by the worktable, crushing herbs into the mixing bowl. She felt a little odd watching his lonely back still working at this time of the night.

“M-marco?” she called out faintly.

“Huh-oh Threyja what's up.” He said sheepishly before returning to his work.

‘Hmm whats wrong with him? He even called me by my name this time-how strange.’

“Nothing...I just wanted to check up on the potion. How long left?”

“Not long, it’ll be ready in the morning. Don’t worry I will make sure its at least over 95% accurate. I’ll even test a little on myself just so you’re pleased, so don’t bother waiting around here. I can take care of this. Oh yeah, well done on the blessing ceremony.”

“Ah? Yeah...you too.”

Marcos's tone was plain with little emotion within it. Threyja could tell something was definitely up with him.

Threyja suddenly remembered that incident inside of the hall of blessing.

“Well then, I'll leave you to it...” Her reply was betrayed by her actions as she felt somewhat guilty just leaving. Threyja ended up turning around and pulling a stool to sit beside Marco.

“Hey, I saw you at the hall of blessing. What happened? I thought you’d be over the moon after receiving 3 blessings?”

“Oh...well, I was until Raziel's son eclipsed me by receiving 5.” His voice was sour and slightly shaky.

“Wait Julien? What's Juliens blessing got to do with you? “

“Sigh all my life, my father has only made one thing clear to me. That without strength I am nothing to him. My mother died giving birth to me. And my father told me he never loved a woman as much as he loved my mother. The herbal stores were her idea, the expertise and the techniques all hailed from her. The reason my father even decided to settle here was because of her. And my birth...my existence took that away from him. So, you see I vowed in my heart to pay him back, to make sure I am the strongest, most talented and the one whose name shall be carved into the history books one day. Just so...sigh just so he would be proud of me.” Threyja saw a wet tear trickling down the side of his cheek

Threyja had never seen him like this before, she was used to the confident, and slightly irritable charm he exuded. She had never expected to see him so **** looking. ‘She forgot that she and Thorjen weren't the only ones with troubles. Despite the noble status, Marcos shoulders were also heavy. She felt she could relate since she too lost her mother at a very young age.

She didn’t know how to make his pain better, but Threyja was in truth starting to enjoy the nicer side of Marco. Perhaps one day her, Thorjen, Julian, Zia, and Marco could all be friends. She placed an arm around him.

“It’s ok to be sad...even the strong have days where it's alright to be in sorrow. But you are strong Marco and your father...and mother are proud of you. Trust me” she smiled warmly whilst she said that.

“Th-thank you” whimpered Marco. He placed his hand on top of hers and delicately fondled her palms and slender fingers in one motion. Threyja felt a spark rush through her arms and directly settle around her chest.

“Ah...what was that.” She stared into Marco’s eyes, they were wet and filled with true sadness. Taking her by surprise Marco leant forwards and kissed her lips. She was still startled from that earlier feeling that surprised her . Unable to respond quick enough, Threyja could only sit there whilst her soft lips were being invaded by Marcos’ firmer and controlled mouth.

She felt his soft lips caressing along her own for a few moments, then something wet started to enter her mouth. Threyja quickly snapped awake and shoved Marco away.

“Ahh!” he bemoaned as he flew off the stool and crashed into the shelves directly behind him. Threyja had not realised how much strength she had used behind that, she instantly regretted it and ran to help him up. Marco flinched from her touch before feebly making his way to his feet.

“It’s fine-I'm sorry for doing that” he said shamefully with his eyes lowered.

“N-no-no it's my fault, I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard. I was just surprised, but its ok, you’re going through a lot right now. So, I’m not mad just don’t do tha...sigh I’ll leave you to it Marco. I'm sorry for what you’re going through, and I'll come back early tomorrow to pick up the potion. Thank you again.

Threyja wore a warm smile as she hastily left the store house. Once she closed the door, she lay her back against it. Her heart was beating so fast and her cheeks had never felt so warm.

‘Threyja what the heck was that- what's-what's going on with me?’ Marco kissed me? But I also kissed Thorjen? I…I need to sleep, this is all too much for one night.’