Consent is even a debate here

The two of you sat in silence as she finished writing. Her chest rose and fell increasingly heavily attracting your eyes to her small pointed nipples. Her eyes were focused on your chest, though more at the ring hanging around it once more. "Koilio flower?" She asked when her quill paused.

"It's a flower that only grows in the tears of wraiths, a very strong aphrodisiac." You answer as your breath got heavier, her attention might not be on your body but that wasn't lessening the impact. "I think Clare put some pollen in the water."

Gabrielle looked up from your chest. "Is that why you are looking at my chest?"

You pull your eyes up to her face. Suddenly that messy hair looked less unkempt messy and more, post sex messy. Her sunken eyes were now sunken from lust and her thin cheeks were showing off how tight her mouth was. "Yeah." Your tongue darted out to lick your lips.

She took a deeper breath and your eyes were attracted back downwards. The hand holding her quill lifted up to cover a nipple. "We, ah, we should get some air." She stood up quickly. Moving your gaze from her chest to her waist. She looked down at her pants where your eyes were now focused. "Its hot in here." The quill returned to the desk without her hand.

"Yeah." You mumbled as she pulled at her pants. "Hot, it's hot." You stood up trying to remind yourself that being **** wasn't a good thing, no matter how good it was making you feel right now.

Her eyes looked at your crotch and the large bulge your erection was causing. "H-how many women have, seen it?" She asked as her hand tugged at her pants, trying to get some cool air.

"Lots, the baths are for men and women." You tugged at your own pants, the confinement of your erection painful. "Do you want to see?"

The hand pulling at her pants pushed against her stomach making some room for her fingers to slip underneath. "We're only feeling this because of the flower right?" Her fingers worked down a little further and her other hand reached up, grazing a nipple earning a soft gasp.

"Probably." You said, she was looking a lot more attractive than she had been when you first met her.

"So, if we, got intimate now, it would only be because of the flower?" She sounded like she was making an excuse, or trying to find one. Her hand pushed into her pants and you saw the outline of her fingers sliding between her thighs.

"I guess so." You had to pull your pants down. Your erection was too painful at this point to keep it contained. When your cock bounced free the pain was reduced but not by as much as you'd like.

She bit her lip and her eyes looked up to your face. "Can you, touch yourself?" Her question was softly spoken but dripping with lust.

Your hand wrapped around your length without even needing consent from your mind. Think of consent however made you hesitate. However, you weren't touching each other so this was fine right. Your hand moved along your length, thumb rubbing your tip, feeling the pre beading out and spreading it around.

The hand in her pants sped up, the confined location making her movements slow and limited. "You could pull them down." You suggested as you slowed your stroking.

She looked up at you then nodded. Pulling her hand free she leaned forwards to pull her pants down. Since she had only the tiniest of chest unlike all of your other partners, aside from Asune, the leaning shouldn't have done anything, but in your **** mind it was still her showing off for you.

Her pants were lowered to her mid thigh and you saw a sight you had honestly forgotten was supposed to be present. She had pubic hair, much like the hair on her head it was unkempt but not bushy. A sudden reminder that despite your older mental ages your bodies were that of teenagers. "Have you ever gotten intimate with anyone before?" You question made her hand freeze just short of her lips.

"N-no. I, no." She looked up at you then her eyes focused back onto your still stroking hand. "Never." Her hand squeezed into her pussy, the sound of the wet slipping of her finger made you swallow in excitement.

"How do you feel?" Your question made her bite her lip, unsure, you still had a table between the two of you and that seemed to be giving her some confident.

"Wet. A-and, soft." her voice was wavering as she spoke, "How does, it, feel?" She swallowed and her other hand, previously only holding her pants in place reached up to tug at her nipple gently.

"Hot," you mumbled watching her touch herself, "hard and," you rubbed more of your pre over your cock giving it a shiny coating, "excited."

You were both silent after that, touching yourself for the other. She seemed unsure of what she was doing, like this was the first time she'd touched herself, not just in front of someone but at all. Her breathing picked up slowly and when she came she clamped her jaw shut, her lips in a tight line as she focused on your cock. The silent orgasm was cute and as her thighs shook, trying to keep herself upright while her peak tried to overpower her body.

When she finished she pulled her hand free and looked at how slick it was from her juices. "Can I touch?" She asked swallowing nervously biting her lip and giving you big eyes.

Frankly you were so used to all the women in your life being so domineering and sure of themselves that her shy permissiveness pushed you over the edge. "Fuck." Moaning you sped up your hand. Your first load shot out over the table. She watched your load as it ached over the table leaving a trail of white ending on the top of her notebook. The sight of her work being marred overcame some of the flowers effects and she snatched it away, then pulled her hand, still coated in her juices, away.

The rest of your orgasm ended up painting more white onto the table but there wasn't any more literary causalities. She looked down at the white on the table and her momentary clarity was overcome. The hand covered in her juices reached down and scooped up some cum rubbing it between her fingers. Her tongue licked her lips but she seemed to think better of having a taste.

You stared at each other for a moment. With your orgasm completed the effects of the flower were wearing off. "So," you started pulling up your pants, "um, about the ring." You figured it was better to talk about that than what had just happened.

She looked at the ring around your neck and pulled up her pants. "I'll need to, study more," she held up her notebook, "I'll review your recount for anymore information. Until then," her eyes lowered then snapped back to your face, "Where will I be sleep?"

"Ah right yes." You only had one option for that, Anastasia's, unless Gabrielle was willing to pay for her only accommodation. "Do you want to go now or?"

"No." She said suddenly sitting down. You could see in her aura that what she had just done was affecting her, how it was affecting her you did not, however, know. Her aura was so bright that while you had been able to read it when she was only feeling one thing this was too much to interpret. "I, need to review, just tell me where it is."

"Right, the academy, the Royal Estate." You said then gave her directions. "Are you sure you don't want me to wait outside for you?"

"No, I might sleep here, so just, go." She moved her chair to a clean part of the table and opened her notebook, focusing on it and ignoring you.

"Ok." You didn't know what you could say to her after all this. Leaving the room you picked up your shirt and put it on as you made your way out of the library, the women glared at you but it was the normal glare not a, are you doing to make me clean up your cum glare.

Outside you considered what to do now. You still hadn't visited Hanna, though the sun was setting so going back to the academy might be the smarter move, if only so you can have at least one meal today.