Well there's leftovers

The dinning hall is empty but you can see some food in the buffet. You quickly grab a plate and the leftovers. It's a few pieces of meat and bread to soak in the dregs of the meats sauce. It isn't much but it's enough to stop your stomach from rumbling. Leaving the dinning hall and heading back to your room you wonder if Edin will be there.

Reaching your door you open it to an empty room. He and Blue must be sleeping together tonight. You strip your uniform and leave it outside your door. Looking at your empty bed you miss him, you miss having a warm body to hold against you as you drift off. Tomorrow was Anastasia's estate warming ball so you doubt you'll be sleeping with him then either. Maybe you should talk to Blue about a bed sharing agreement, she gets him every other day.

You let out a laugh and shake your head at the idea. Stretching you are at least looking forward to sleep. Clare said she was going to explain why your recovery was taking so long.

As you lay down and let your consciousness drift away from your body your mind slides into the familiar non-reality of your bedroom. Clare is sitting on the bed crossed legged. "Hey there." She smiled at you and stood up. The robe she had been wearing falls to the ground behind her.

"H-hey." You are a little distracted by her sudden nudity.

She walks over and runs a hand over you. "Hey." She is staring at you hungrily. "You're hear." Look up into your eyes she leans forwards. You part your lips to meet hers when she pulls back. "Wait fuck, your borked recovery." She looks back down your body. "If it's ok with you I'm just gonna explain everything rather than ask you a bunch of questions so you can figure it out yourself."

You take a few seconds before nodding. Actually having someone tell you something is a refreshing breath of air from the standard.

"Great I'm gonna use a metaphor. You are are a Supernova." She looks at you for a moment. "Hot as fuck yes but also under two types of forces. Inside you is your magic, that is the explosion trying to expand. Outside is your will power, that is gravity holding that explosion inside you. Your aura is the surface of the Supernova stretched between these two forces but not used by either. Normal people are suns, their aura is outside themselves not being squashed between the two forces. When your magic made me physical your aura was let out but then you sucked it back in. The explosion was taken out of the equation, so now your aura isn't being being squashed it's squashing the explosion. It won't win, your magic will eventually **** your aura back and refill you but it's a fight."

"So I'm recovering slowly because there isn't enough space inside me for my magic." This is a wonderful change of pace.

"Bingo. It's also why you're aura looks different from everyone else. Changing metaphors. You aura is a muscle. Everyone out there trains their aura to make shapes and colours, they are training the muscle for definition. You have held your aura in a wafer thin line between an explosion and gravity. Mixing metaphors sorry. You have been strength training your aura. Condensing your aura is supposed to be really hard because if you've been training for definition switching to strength sucks. You started with strength training and have been doing it for so long it's your natural state even while you sleep. You've kinda let out your aura before but you stopped it where you think it's supposed to stop. In order to unbork your recovery you need to," she rolled her hand to get you to finish her sentence.

"Let my aura out." You answer starting to feel uncomfortable.

"All of it. Since you've been strength training for about eighteen years your aura is jacked. Incidentally that is why no one can share aura with you. They're trying to flex show off muscles you have actual muscles. No idea if your aura will ever look like everyone else's but you'd need to let it out to work of your definition." She reached over and cupped your cheeks. "Want to know why Anastasia likes your aura?"

"I –"

"You're wrong." She cuts you off with a warm smile. "She loves, on top of being a cucky little would be queen, power. And your aura, even when you let it out a little, is as close to a power display as you throwing an actual supernova at someone. No one's seen an aura like yours before because no's tried or been able to strength train like you, but when they feel it it's instinctual, like seeing yellow eyes in a dark forest." She kissed your lips gently and stares into your eyes. "Do you believe me?"

The question made you blink. When you met her she said she would never lie to you and as much as you could she's done exactly what she had said. Which meant sadly that, "Yes." Saying the word made you feel lighter and let out a breath. "I feel weird."

"You've just had an internalised self-deprecating mindset blow away by a Goddess who looks, I mean," she gestures up and down her body, "the best way to feel better is to," she grabs your lower half and smirk, "fuck the metaphysical shit of said, why aren't you hard?" She strokes you back and forth but there's no pleasure just a touch sensation. "Oh come on seriously, you skipped from nearly physical to understanding this is just a mental construct and there is no sensation in a day." She sighs. "Ok I'll be in the capital tomorrow. We are fucking." She said with a happier smirk than you expected.

"Oh yeah, Anastasia is throwing a house warming party tomorrow and I'm –"

"The planned subject of a gangbang. I seem to recall saying I called dibs." She raised and eyebrow at you and winked. "Trust me I'll make it work." She kissed you again then looked down. "Why couldn't you be a little dumber." She sighed dramatically. "Well we still have a few minutes so I'm just going to suck your metaphysical cock in the hopes I can trick you into forgetting the meta part." She got onto her knees and took you into her mouth.

Warm, wet but no pleasure. "Wouldn't it be better if I went down on you?"

You question made her look up at you. She took her mouth off you and said, "I want the first time you see my pussy to be the time you fuck me, not as a consolation prize. Now just metaphysically stand there and stop complaining about the Goddess trying to blow you."

Well you find it hard to form an argument against that.