A quick bath

You hurry through the Dorm, checking if Wilfred is there to say good morning to just in case. He isn't so you make it to the baths in records time. Slotting your stone into the middle class bath door you hurry into the changing room, strip, put your uniform into the cleaning cabinet and grab a towel.

You don't both trying to be careful or relaxing in your cleaning, you walk to the closes divot in the seating with the cleaning water and waste your hands, cupping water over yourself quickly to make sure you are clean. When you are happy you pat yourself dry and dash back into the changing room and redress. As you leave you are proud of yourself, for possible the first time you managed to have a bath without something happening.

Your hand grabs the handle to leave the middle class bath and you wonder if you thinking that was going to garner your some cosmic backlash. You preemptively sigh in exasperation as you open the door and see no one. Checking left and right you somewhat cautiously walked towards your room. No one appears to talk to you or shouts your name so you might have gotten away the thought.

You reach your floor and with a few quick steps reach your door. As you open it and check if Edin is awake, and no one else is in the room, you walk inside and close it behind yourself. You are really surprised nothing happened maybe that suggests today will be nice and simple, going to classes, learning stuff you already know. You sigh, why do you think these things, it's like you are actively trying to making things happen.

Edin is asleep on his stomach, having moved to lay fully in the warmth left by your body. You pull the covers down slowly and see a lack of underwear and a slightly glistening quality to his butt. He must have woken up and gotten prepared, guess that means he is expecting this to be a regular occurrence. You lower half stirs and with a few strokes of your hand you are ready to completely fulfill his expectations.

You carefully get on top of him and line yourself up. You push against his hole and slide inside without any resistance. Edin lets out a muffled groan as the penetration wakes him up. You feel him tighten around you as you bottom out.

"Morning Princess." You say with a kiss on his neck and a quick thrust of your hips.

"Ah," Edin gasp at the thrust then smiles into his pillow. "Morning Sir." He pushes his hips back into you. "Am I serving you well?"

You plant another kiss on his neck. "You're wonderful Princess."

He sighs but can tell he was looking for a more degrading remark. You aren't going to give it however, the memory of his fear of being loved is still present. You are delicate slow and affectionate in your kisses as you grind into him. He quickly gets over his dissatisfaction at being treated as more than a toy and starts to gasp and moan as you milk his prostate with your cock.

The two of you don't last long despite last night exhaustive satisfaction. With a few fast deep thrusts you fill him with your morning load. He moans, "Thank you Sir." As his orgasm to **** out by your own.

The two of you stay like this for a moment enjoying the feel of each other. When you pull out you feel him squeezing his butt. Not to keep you in but to keep what you deposited inside. You wonder how long he'd be able to hold your load inside him and a perverted thought suggests telling him to hold it as long as he can, but you know he'd do just that and sooner or later his pants would end up ruined.

Leaning down you plant a kiss on his lips. "Lets get something to eat. And no you still can't live of my cum." You say playfully.

"Won't even let me try." Edin playfully quips as he carefully gets up. "Need to have a bath first." He says gingerly walking to his wardrobe. He gets dressed being careful to not bend at the waist. You laugh and pat his head softly as the two of you walk downstairs. You reach the dinning hall and split. Edin hurrying as much as he can to the bath you entering the dinning hall.

As you grab your breakfast you feel good. You and Edin were happy, at least as far as you could tell, your other relationships were going well, if a little vague in their specific terminology. You'd learned a possible way to develop your magic this morning and it was something you could learn without just doing, getting books on metal's strengths and weakness might be a process but in the capital it should be much easier than back home.

As you started to slowly eat you felt Lucia approaching, she didn't seem entirely happy. You looked over at her to ask what was wrong and saw in her aura that the unhappiness was directed at you. "What did I do?" You asked as she sat down with her plate.

She grab some food off your plate and said. "So about all that rehearsing you were supposed to help me with."

"Hey I said only if I had time." You defended thinking this was a good ground.

"Sorry hanging off Lady Vatarie's, Lady Asune and Princess Anastasia must be very time consuming." Lucia responds taking more food.

"I was offering to help why are you so pissed?" You ask feeling your own unhappiness rising to met hers. You'd been going out of your way to help since you'd met her if she was going to be pissy that you didn't that was on her.

She lets out a frustrated grunt then sighs. "Sorry just, worried about the performance. If I fuck up now that's it, ruining my first show is the end of my being a Incartor. People don't go to see someone who they already know is a failure." She sits up straight and grins at you. "Plus I unlike you I didn't get any after that bath with Vatarie and fingers just don't cut it after feeling that hard sexy body of hers. Imagination can only go so far."

You can't think a way to respond to that but her grinning told you she was enjoying that more than any response you could give. "Then maybe you should focus more on your fingers as much as your dancing." You say eventually.

"Oh my fingers are expects in their field, I could teach you a thing or two."

"Really?"

"Yeah, after we rehearse this afternoon I make sure to give you some pointers." She starts to eat her own food.

"If I'm free." You say making sure to have that point as clear as can be.

"Or tonight." She responds, guess you'll have her pester you no matter what today.

You feel Edin enter the room, grab his food and hurry over. He is frosty towards Lucia and the two don't speak but at least they can be near each other without him wanting to leave. As breakfast comes to end you note the absence of Vatarie, she and Asune must have drunk more than you thought. Walking out of the room you spot the trio around a large group with Oriana doing the talking. She looks up and grins at you when you near before going to back to speaking. You are glad you've decided to not go to the church because you find it hard to believe she is trying to convert this group. She is getting way to into the religion for your comfort.

Grabbing your book from your room you and Edin head to class. Taking your seat you are joined by Anastasia, Vatarie and Asune. All three of their auras look delicate and queasy. A somewhat malicious part of you flirts with the idea of loudly greeting them.

"Your Highness." You say softly getting a restrained acknowledgement followed by an annoyed glare that you were not facing the same fate as her. You remember the last time this happened she ended up using your lap as a pillow on the carriage ride to the capital.

You nod a greeting at the other two who respond it kind. You'd have figured Vatarie could held her **** better than the other two, she is taller and has a lot more muscle to help her process it.

Class starts and you are bombarded with algebra. You write a bit down but it is still basic so you don't focus that much. When class ends Anastasia swiftly exits without saying anything. You wonder if absorbing then returning aura would cure a hangover. Not that is matters, her aura didn't look in anyway relaxed enough for you to absorb to test your theory.

The half hour break is spent with Edin talking about the lesson and joking about how basic it is. You're glad you have him as proof that this isn't considered advanced, if it were you would be really concerned for this worlds educational development.

The next lesson focuses on proper handwriting. Something you have a feeling everyone has down but persistence is its own reward according to the teacher. You consider if you know enough to create a type writer just to make this lesson slightly less cumbersome. You decide against it because while you know the mechanics it's not the sort of thing you should introduce out of spite. You add it to the list of things you will introduce along with the printing press however.

For lunch you and Edin are essentially **** by Oriana, Auria and Cynthia. The fact they provided nice food makes up for it and Oriana doesn't say a word about religion, instead she talks like a teenage girl about the classes. Auria constantly adjusts her chest making sure you are watching the whole time and Cynthia bashfully tries to ignore the self-groping. The lunch is pretty nice and you make sure to return to the box before you all leave for your practical lessons.

The practical lesson is boring and as usual patronising. The stand you shredded is looking repaired so you don't have to ignore it's existence out of destructive embarrassment. You are asked to make the simplest visual illusions something you and Edin do without even needing to be talked through. Some of the others struggle but everyone gets it before the end of class. You and Edin take a seat on the stands along with everyone else and you can't help but feel like there are more people here than usual.

Your feeling is reinforced as the women arrive after their lesson. The stands are almost full and as Stephanie's nears more people arrive, including some of the teachers. You walk into the arena with the other twelve as the lesson nears it's start.

As Stephanie arrives you feel an anticipation in the crowd and your fellow students. Something is going to happen and you seemed to be the only one who didn't know what that something was.