back to your room

The feeling of oil on your stomach isn't entirely unpleasant however you do worry about how it will effect your shirt. Leaving the upper class baths and making your way back to your room you are a little surprised to not be interrupted. So far most of your trips have been interrupted one way or another. When you reach the third floor you feel your heart sped up a bit. You were the only one who hadn't had achieved an orgasm out of your time in the baths and the idea of Edin being present for you had ensure that your erection hadn't dissipated on your trip.

When you reached your door you slotted your stone into you had to restrain yourself from throwing the it open. "Edin?" You call out as you close the door hoping for a quick response. One does not come and you sigh dejectedly. You were either going to have to deal with this yourself or wait.

Well no matter what you needed to get your clothes off. Pulling your shirt over your head you check to see if the oil had done any damage. There was an obvious dark patch where the oil had been, but you were pretty sure it wouldn't stain. Your stomach had some oil left over that you needed to wipe off but it wasn't an pressing issue. You pulled off your pants and underwear also checking them and being glad to not find any stain.

With your clothes in hand you looked for somewhere to put them when it occurred to you, you were forgetting something. You looked back around the room but nothing stood out. You looked at your still packed trunks, you remembered you had to put your close away so it wasn't that.

As you were pondering you felt a presence and you recalled. You very slowly walked backwards and reached behind you grab the still open door. You closed it slowly hoping that the whoever was outside wouldn't look in. You managed to get it closed without hearing any shocked gasps so figured you'd gotten away with not flashing the entire floor.

You hadn't thought yourself an exhibitionist yet you seemed to constantly stumble into situations of exposing yourself one way or another. You also found it a good indicator that the risk of being seen naked hadn't in anyway diminished your erection.

You felt a desire to resolve that issue now but if Edin came back it would be a waste of both your erection and your cum, not that that was a good reason, your refractory period meant you could keep going through far more than just one orgasm. Instead you decided to pack your things away. Leaning down to open up a truck something dangled into your view.

Your mothers ring hung from your neck. Yet again it had totally slipped your mind, you couldn't even remember taking it off for the bath. You were also going to ask the Priestess about it. You pulled it off from around your neck and rolled it between your finger. "What are you?" You said it allowed as you relaxed your eye. The twenty dots were still present and you couldn't see any magical reason you had forgotten it.

Your dresser next to your wardrobe presented a good place to leave it so you put it down on the wooden surface. Backing away from it you opened up the trunk and started to take your clothes out of it. The ring never left your sight and it stay exactly where you had put it. Opening the wardrobe you hung up the clothes that needed hanging up. You'd kept an eye on the ring somewhat worried that the moment you looked away it would disappear.

Your clothes were packed into the wardrobe and you moved on to the next trunk. These one could rest in your dresser. As you pulled out the draws and placed clothes in the ring sat there resolutely ring-like. Nothing about it was suspicious in any way.

With one trunk left you felt silly and looked away from the ring. This was the truck your sword was resting in. You didn't know where to put it so you left it there and took out the other items. A few of the books you hadn't finished reading or wanted to go over again to pries more information from. Two additional pairs of shoes you put away in the wardrobe. A sword cleaning kit that you put into the wardrobes bottom draw. Lastly a bottle of wine with three glasses. You pull it out to look over it. It was the same as you had drunk on your birthday. You take them and your sword and put them to rest of the dresser.

Your trunks empty you stack them against the wall out of the way. Your room looks much neater and you pick up your discarded clothes, when you got the baths tonight you'll take these to be cleaned. No point putting them on now though. You fold them and place them by the door. Stretching in your nakedness you feel like you are forgetting something. You looked around the room. Your clothes and effects are away, your trunks are neatly stacked, your dirty clothes are ready to be put on and taken to the baths. There is nothing you are forgetting.

Your eyes drift to your sword and bottle of wine. You have nothing else to do and without Edin you don't have a guide to the city so while you could go wondering there wouldn't be much point. You could jerk off but after packing away your clothes you wanted to wait for Edin's return. You could go to the training arena and work through your forms, you did have a combat class you were probably woefully unprepared for.

But you were missing something. You sat on your bed looking around the room when your eyes came to rest on your dresser. On it your sword, a bottle of wine and three glasses rested. Exactly what was supposed to be there. You stood up and walked over to it. Drumming your fingers on the wood you recalled something. There was another object on the dresser. You raise you hand to your chest and feel a ring hanging on a string given to you by Edin as it had always been there.

You take it off again and hold it your hand. After a few seconds thought you close your eyes and count to five. When you open them again you weren't sure why you had closed them, or why you were holding your hand in front of your face.

You brought your hand to your chest to drum your fingers in thought when you felt a ring and remembered what you had been doing. You take hold of the ring and look down at it not taking it off. "No seriously what are you?"

Your mind runs through all the possible reasons the ring returned to your neck, all the experipments you could conduct to figure out how it worked, all the ways in which you could learn from or using it. However all of that thinking was overpowered by one single sentence your father had said to you. 'you would understand some day.'

Your looked at your mothers ring. A mother you had never met. A mother who died shortly after you were born. A mother who, according you father, had given the only piece of jewellery she'd worn to him with the instruction to give it to you on your eighteenth. It was too small to fit on any but your pinky finger though you weren't thrilled at the idea of putting something you didn't understand on yourself.

One thought pushed it's way to the front of your mind. Did she know what you were, or would be? Did she know you're were, or would be reincarnated into this world?

"I wish I got to meet you." You say closing your hand around the ring. You'd never known her and because of that hadn't felt any sorrow at her loss beyond a gnawing sort of sadness at your mother's passing. You thought the ring would react to those word or thoughts some how but no it just sat in your closed hand.

You let it go with a breath and decided to start experimenting. First was to see if it was teleporting of if you were picking it back up and putting it on. For that you'd need a candle. Pretty simple, put ring somewhere you couldn't immediately get at easily light candle see if had burned down between your looking away from the ring and it's return. Only problem you didn't have a candle. You could go down to the attendant's office and ask for one but that would mean getting dressed and you were kinda enjoying being naked.

On two the second experiment. You opened a draw put the ring inside and rested your hand against your chest where the ring should be sitting. You close the draw and raise your hand from your chest a few times, not entirely sure why were doing so when you felt the ring. So if it teleported it could do so through wood at least, if you were picking it back up and putting it on you reverted to whatever action your had been doing before losing memory of it.

You tried a few more things, throwing it at a wall didn't impact it in way, returning to your neck without your noticing, though you decided not to do that again. Just because it kept coming back didn't mean it couldn't be damaged. Which also made you wonder what would happen if you cut it half. You decided against doing that just in case that would break it.

You tried a few more things but kept coming back to a single issue. You didn't know if it was teleporting or if you were picking it back up. It returned to you no matter what and, while the deleted memory was making it hard to judge, seemed to do so as soon as you took your eyes off it even if you kept it in your mind.

Now you were lying on your bed holding the ring by it's string making it swing back and forth over your head. It was somewhat hypnotic to watch but that was probably down to it being a small golden object swinging back and forth. You weren't sure how long you had been watching it when you heard the door. You sat up then remembered your nakedness and quickly hopped up to cover your lower half with the bed sheet.

The door opened fully and Edin stood there. His eyes instantly locking onto your and his mouth breaking into a smile. "Sir." He said walking into the room and closing the door. Once it was closed you wasted no more time getting up and striding over to him. With each step your forgotten erection returned in anticipation of satiation in Edin's expert mouth.

Edin could see what you wanted as his eyes took in your growing cock. He knelt down submissively as you approached and as soon as you were in reach he leaned forward to kiss your crown. "You're amazing." You sighed happily resting a hand on his head.

"Sir." Edin said as his aura rippled with pleasure at your compliment. "You're so hard." He murmured, planted small soft kissing along your length. "How can I be of use Sir?" He asked as he kept moving his kisses down until he was softly kissing and licking your sack.