Sketching an outfit & Relieving tension

Nadya leads me by her hand back to her hut, while I'm lost in thought. I think to myself:

Infiltration, really? I've heard the stories about the King's antics. Would I really be able to protect myself? Would I be capable of remaining undiscovered?

We arrive back at our hut. Nadya turns and looks me over with a neutral expression from foot to head. Then she grins, "You really don't know what you're working with do you?"

"What do you mean?" I ask as her words break my inner dialogue.

"The body is like a canvas and it's about time I teach you how to do art..." Nadya traces a finger over the curve of my hips. "First, strip. We need to work with a blank canvas if we are going to get you banquet.

I remove my clothes while Nadya grabs a piece of charcoal from a basket in a pencil grip. Once I'm naked she continues, "The key is accentuate your curves." She traces the charcoal from my collarbone to the valley of my cleavage sketching how the upper bounds of a top would fit me. Her free hand squeezes my breasts, each pull making standing still a challenge. "You have a lovely waist and we're going to highlight that." She starts to sketch the bottom of the top onto my body. I feel goosebumps run over my skin as she traces the charcoal from just below my rib cage to just above my navel. Her two free finger not holding the charcoal dance lower teasing me as she finishes the lines. My hips tighten and I let out a small breath.

"Good, I need to continue you to remain still while I take care of your bottom." She laughs. I try to focus on the charcoal strokes on my hips and thighs as Nadya continues sketching, trying to ignore the way her fingers linger on my skin as she works. As she traces the bottom of a skirt onto my body, I feel the tips of her fingers brushing against my pussy. My legs shiver involuntarily, and Nadia's other hand grabs my ass holding me steady as she finishes the line. "This will be a good length. Short enough to be exciting, and long enough to leave a bit to the imagination"

I look down at the lines and feel a tightness in my throat, "I've never worn shorts, that short".

"Well, you've never been a true lady before. You've been hesitant, unsure and lacked confidence. To pull off this mission, you'll need to graduate from your doubt and show the world the woman that melted my heart." I feel my world sway at her words and my knees weaken.

Before I can process what's happening I'm leaning into Nadya, draped over her arms. My chest rises and falls with deep breaths. One of Nadya's hands is holding my lower back while the other retraces the charcoal lines drawn onto my body.

"You have so much to work with" Nadya says as she squeezes my breasts.

"I do?" I breathe out huskily.

I feel Nadya slide a leg between mine till her thigh presses firmly against my pussy. The pressure sends a shiver down my spine, and her roaming hand starts to apply pressure to my clit. She pulls me close and brushes her lips against mine, "Oh, yes so much to work with." I see her look down my body towards my bare pussy. I follow her gaze. Its lips are a flush and the top of Nadya's leg is wet with my juices. She slowly rocks her leg against my sex, each stroke of her leg against my sex sending wave of pleasure through me.

"You just have to let go..." Her thumb starts to trace a circular pattern around my erect nub.

I gasp out, "Of what?"

"Your insecurities." She responds as she continues to grind her leg against my pussy. "I want you to look me in the eyes as you go over the edge."

She's right, I need to engage. I run one hand through her hair as I start to forcefully grind myself against her leg. It feels incredible, and I press my chest against Nadia. Our breasts press against each other, and I feel her nipples slide against my skin. I kiss her with primal need, attempting to convey every bit of lust I feel for her in this moment. Nothing else matters, only expressing this need.

The slick sensation of grinding against her is contrasted by our heated kiss and the ever-increasing pressure against my clit. I rock against her with increasing urgency until I feel myself start to spasm. As I lose control, she holds me to her chest, her hand moving to my upper back. As I feel the spasms between my legs calm. I feel dampness around my eyes as I begin to sob into Nadya's shoulder. My chest shakes with each sob as I press myself against her with increasing urgency.

I feel her hand scratch my back reassuringly. The past several weeks had been so intense. Nadya's tightens her embrace and I sob out, "I was told I wasn't supposed to cry. I know it's dumb but I shouldn't cry. Everything has been so much, but I can't help myself around you". I feel her lift my face and she gives me a gentle kiss. "Never hide how you feel from me. Whether you're a man or a woman, I love all of you." Her words shatter bonds inside my I didn't know were there. I feel a rush of emotional relief and a heady sense of lightness as I float in her embrace.

We make our way over to the bed and rest in contented bliss for a few hours.