Study Buddies

The kiss was soft and delicate, a gentle contact of the lips that lingered for a moment. Farrah could feel herself quivering, her body trembling slightly as the heat grew to a blaze, threatening to consume her. She wanted to wrap her arms around Aclysia and pull her into a tighter embrace, but she was so nervous that she found her hands gripping the sheets beneath her, unable to move from her sides.

But Aclysia had no such reservations. She leaned in deeper, her lips starting to part, and Farrah could feel them wrapping around her own. The ivory-haired girl was gently sucking Farrah’s lower lip, coaxing the human girl to join in, and with a deep, shuddering breath, Farrah did so. Their mouths met and melded, their breaths mingling as the two tasted each other for the first time. Farrah felt a strange sensation from the living statue's lips, and she let out a squeal of surprise before she pieced together that Aclysia was actively altering the composition of her lips and tongue to something softer. Even as they kissed, she was doing her best to evaluate and adjust herself to match Farrah's body, all while still exploring Farrah's lips in a way that made the brunette lightheaded with excitement.

They parted after a few seconds, though Farrah let out a whimper of disappointment at the sudden end. Aclysia smiled at her and stroked her face gently, brushing Farrah's bangs back and placing another delicate kiss on the woman's forehead.

"Was that acceptable?" Aclysia asked, sounding slightly uncertain herself. Farrah nodded quickly, reaching up to grab Aclysia's face and pulling her down again for another kiss. Aclysia let out a surprised, happy sigh at the eagerness, her own hands shifting to the sides of Farrah's head as they locked lips once again. The kiss was still as slow and sweet as the first, but this time there was a new fervor behind it, both of them wanting more than just a brief taste. And this time it was not only their lips that explored each other.

Their hands wandered, roaming over each other's bodies as they started to shift into more comfortable positions, their legs starting to tangle together, their hips grinding and meeting, their breasts pressing together as Aclysia leaned in deeper. With every movement that Aclysia made against her, Farrah could feel Aclysia's form shifting in subtle ways, becoming softer here, firmer there, until Farrah could scarcely remember the cold touch of stone she might have once felt in this situation. Even the tongue that danced nimbly along her outer lips felt so tantalizingly soft and wet that Farrah longed to feel it against her own, though she found herself torn between the temptation of such promised intensity and the more sensual, intimate experience they were currently sharing.

Farrah's hands had found their way behind Aclysia's back, pressing the now delectably soft dress and the lifelike muscles beneath it more firmly against her own body. Farrah was so engrossed in the kiss that she did not realize how far she'd slid her hands down until she felt them settle on something a little too soft and jiggly to be Aclysia's back. Aclysia's mouth opened and released a soft sound somewhere in the lustful region between a moan and a purr, the Artificial Spirit arching her back and pressing her generous rear more firmly into the curious hands. Farrah was so surprised by both the motion and the noise that she jumped a little and her lips parted, something that Aclysia took full advantage of. The ivory-haired girl's tongue pushed its way past Farrah's lips, eagerly exploring her mouth as Farrah whimpered and melted into the embrace.

Farrah's eyes were wide open in surprise as she felt the foreign, yet enticing, appendage twisting and dancing inside her mouth. She wanted to reciprocate the action, but found herself entirely at the mercy of the surprisingly forceful kiss, her hands starting to tremble on Aclysia's backside as she held onto the girl for dear life. She felt as though Aclysia was not only dominating the kiss, but all of her, with her soft body pinning Farrah to the bed and her hands gripping her face in place while the girl's tongue explored and dominated her mouth. The thought that the girl who had seemed so meek and shy was suddenly so aggressively making her feel so good was exhilarating in its own way, and Farrah's legs squirmed and rubbed together from a need she did not know how else to express.

The mixture of emotions caused Farrah's fingers to clench more tightly onto Aclysia's backside, digging into the plump flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. Aclysia purred into Farrah's mouth and squirmed on top of her, using her legs to part Farrah's own and push a knee between them. Farrah gasped as the firm thigh pressed up against her, a burst of sensation shooting through her and leaving her panting as their lips separated. Farrah's mind was a maelstrom of emotion and pleasure as her hips ground against the limb on instinct, Aclysia's knee rubbing against her crotch in ways that sent sparks flying up her spine. Even through the long skirts of both their dresses, the friction was incredible, the pressure alone sending a warm heat to her core. Aclysia smiled and shifted back, the tip of her nose nuzzling against Farrah's own.

"That's so... it feels like..." Farrah huffed, trying to find the words, her face flushed red and her eyes lidded, pupils blown wide with pleasure. She found herself unable to complete her sentence, the sensations washing over her leaving her without the focus or will to do so. Pleasure blended with worries and anxiety, causing her to tense her entire body up more and more with each gentle grind she made against Aclysia's leg. Yet no matter how hazy her mind became, or how overwhelmed she felt with pleasure, she could not stop herself from seeking more of it, and the grinding of her hips never ceased as her body begged for more.

"Shhh, it's alright," Aclysia whispered, brushing her hand across Farrah's cheek gently. The brunette nodded and leaned into the touch, her eyes closing for just a moment. "Just enjoy yourself in whatever way makes you comfortable."

The words soothed some of the tension that Farrah had been feeling, the dull pangs of anxiety that accompanied this entirely new experience. She felt herself relaxing and smiling just a bit more, a happiness and contentment settling over her face as she started to grind more naturally against the thigh pressed against her crotch.

"O-oh!" she whimpered, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps, her legs starting to shake and her eyes starting to roll back. With her nervousness subdued for the moment, Farrah found herself able to focus entirely on the pleasure. She felt the hot, pleasant sensations coalescing between her legs, and then spreading throughout her entire body. Each motion of her hips brought with it an ever-increasing build up of something new, something wonderful, and something that she desperately craved. Farrah had never imagined she could want something so much without even knowing what it was, but there was an instinctual part of her that was so hungry for it that she would've been happy to do almost anything to get it.

Aclysia smiled at her, seemingly able to read Farrah's mind. She moved her head back a few inches, allowing Farrah to look down and watch her hands, which were now sliding down Farrah's body until they came to just below her waist. There, Aclysia grabbed onto some of the pleats and folds of Farrah's dress, gathering up the fabric and pulling it up along the brunette's thighs and hips slowly, a few inches with each handful taken.

Farrah could only watch, her eyes wide and her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this was where things were going, that she was about to be exposed to someone for the first time, but she still found herself excited. As the last of her skirt was nearly pulled up, Aclysia had to shift her position slightly, which meant that the pressure of her thigh against Farrah's crotch was temporarily lifted, something that brought a plaintive whine to Farrah's lips.

"Do not fret," Aclysia reassured her, moving to plant a gentle kiss on Farrah's now exposed thigh. She held the hem of Farrah's skirt in place, just barely high enough that she could see the brunette's panties, but not quite high enough to expose them fully. "I will resume shortly. If... that is acceptable to you. Would you like me to remove your undergarments?"

"Y-yes!" Farrah nearly shouted, then bit her lip and tried again. "Yes. I mean, yes. Please. Help me take off my dress and my... panties. That sounds really nice."

Farrah could feel the heat on her cheeks grow even hotter as she stammered and mumbled such an embarrassing sentence, but Aclysia did not tease her or chastise her for it. She simply nodded and gave Farrah's leg one last kiss before she slowly started to tug the woman's dress up again. Farrah tried to help by wiggling slightly, but mostly just found herself blushing more as she felt the fabric sliding up her body, exposing her bare stomach, then her chest, until Aclysia was lifting her arms and helping her slide out of the garment completely. The cool air of the room made her shiver as her entire body was now exposed, save for the thin, pink fabric of her bra and panties.

Farrah glanced down at herself nervously, noting that Aclysia was giving her a very deliberate, yet warm, once over. Farrah's skin was a little darker than Aclysia's, but the blush that had spread across her body was clearly visible, a mixture of nerves and excitement turning her chest, shoulders, and face a deep crimson color. Farrah's hands were resting on her stomach, just above the hem of her panties, while her eyes were darting up and down Aclysia's form, taking in the woman's exposed cleavage, the way her dress clung to her hips and thighs, and the gentle swell of her stomach.

"You are quite beautiful, Farrah," Aclysia said gently, leaning down to kiss her again, though this time their lips only touched for the briefest of moments. "Are you ready to continue?"

"I-I am," Farrah murmured. Aclysia gave her a nod and then moved her hands down, gently pulling Farrah's fingers away from her stomach, guiding them to rest on the bottom of Aclysia's dress, which the Artificial Spirit had pulled up to just above her knees so that it would not get in the way of her own motions. Farrah bit her lip as she realized what Aclysia was implying, and slowly but surely she gripped onto the thin, silky fabric of the dress, and began to tug it up.

As Farrah pulled the garment higher, she was treated to more and more of the pale flesh of Aclysia's thighs, which she couldn't help but stare at with a mixture of arousal and curiosity. She was not unfamiliar with the sight of a woman's legs, but she had never seen them so up close and personal, and never in a situation like this. As she continued to tug the dress up, Aclysia shifted herself to make it easier, and soon Farrah was pulling it up over her head. Farrah gasped quietly as she realized that there was nothing under the dress – no bra, no panties, not even the slightest hint of undergarments.

"A-Aclysia, you're naked?" she asked, as if it were not plainly obvious.

"I was not sculpted with such garments," Aclysia replied calmly, as if her bare, uncovered body was nothing strange or out of the ordinary. "Do you wish for me to cover myself up?"

Farrah bit her lip, glancing down at Aclysia's ample breasts, which were swaying gently with every movement she made. Farrah shook her head, and then made a bold move herself, tossing Aclysia's dress aside and reaching for the woman's waist. Her hands settled on Aclysia's soft hips, holding her firmly as she pulled the woman closer. The Artificial Spirit seemed to catch on to Farrah's intentions, smiling down at her as she allowed the brunette to tug her until their bodies were pressed together.

Their lips met with a soft gasp as Farrah felt Aclysia's bare breasts pushing against her own, the only thing separating them now the thin fabric of her bra. As they kissed, Aclysia reached behind Farrah, slowly running her hands over the woman's shoulders and back until she came to the clasp of her bra. She pulled it apart with surprising ease, and Farrah arched her back slightly, allowing the straps to slide down her arms and the cups to fall away, revealing her perky, C-cup breasts.

"I've, um... I guess I've only got one thing left now, huh?" Farrah asked with an anxious smile. Aclysia returned her smile with one of her own and nodded, her hands moving down to the waistband of Farrah's panties. Aclysia gently eased Farrah onto her back, then slowly slid them off the woman's hips and down her thighs, exposing Farrah completely, leaving her lying naked and exposed beneath Aclysia.

Farrah found herself feeling even more **** than she had expected, her chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. Her legs trembled slightly as Aclysia pushed them open, exposing her entirely to the other woman. She felt her face heating up as she noticed how Aclysia's eyes lingered on her most intimate places, a slight smile breaking across the Artificial Spirit’s face as she stared at Farrah’s nethers. Farrah almost spoke up to ask her what she thought, but Aclysia silenced her with another kiss before the words could escape her.

"You are lovely," Aclysia whispered as she pulled away from the kiss. "May I touch you?"

"Y-yes, please do," Farrah said softly. She closed her eyes as Aclysia gently traced her fingers across Farrah's thighs, moving closer and closer to her center. When Aclysia's fingers finally grazed against the smooth, slick folds of her pussy, Farrah's breath hitched in her throat, her body tensing up from the sensation. The simple touch sent a wave of pleasure through her, leaving her gasping and blushing as Aclysia's fingers traced small circles along the outside of her entrance.

"You are so soft and wet here," Aclysia murmured. "Is this how I should be, as well?"

"I... I don't know. It feels good though," Farrah said.

"Does this feel good too?" Aclysia asked as she leaned in to place a kiss on Farrah's inner thigh.

Farrah nodded, letting out an overwhelmed whimper that turned into a whine of protest as Aclysia moved her head back to look up at her.

"Would you like more?"

"Please!" Farrah begged, spreading her legs even wider, eager for whatever Aclysia had in mind. Farrah wasn't entirely clear what exactly she wanted, but she needed to make it as clear as possible just how badly she wanted it.

The Artificial Spirit gave a nod and smiled at her, and then moved in to kiss the inside of Farrah's other thigh. Her lips trailed upwards, kissing a line along Farrah's skin until she came to the top of her mound, her lips just fractions of an inch away from where Farrah wanted them most. Aclysia paused and glanced up, making eye contact with Farrah as she leaned in, planting one last kiss directly between the brunette's legs. Farrah let out a strangled moan and shuddered, her body arching and her head tilting back against the pillow as the sensation rocked through her. A more experienced lover might have called the action almost a lewd form of "chaste", but to Farrah it was as if she'd been struck by a bolt of lightning.

"W-wow... just rubbing myself against your leg felt good, but this..." Farrah whimpered, trailing off as she felt Aclysia's tongue drag slowly across the outside of her entrance. "A-Aclysia!"

"Hmm?" Aclysia murmured, her eyes closing as she moved her head in closer and let her tongue begin to move more boldly against Farrah's sex. Her fingers also moved in, gently pressing into the woman's outer lips, teasing them apart just enough that she could taste the woman directly.

"Ahhh... please... d-don't stop..." Farrah gasped, her legs twitching and her toes curling as she squirmed on the bed, her body unsure of what it was supposed to do with the pleasure that was coursing through it. All she knew was that she didn't want it to stop, and so she clutched the sheets beneath her and held on tight, panting and moaning as she felt Aclysia's tongue sliding slowly against her, moving back and forth with an inexperienced but very enthusiastic motion.

"You can tell me if you like something more or less, alright?" Aclysia asked, briefly taking her mouth away from the other woman's pussy and giving her a chance to respond. "I do not know if I am doing it right, so please let me know."

"I-I don't think you could be doing it wrong," Farrah moaned. "It feels... g-good everywhere... but maybe try a little higher? I feel really sensitive when you kiss my... my c-clit, especially when you touch me with your fingers at the same time. Here, let me help you..."

Farrah gently reached down to spread her own outer lips, giving Aclysia better access to her most sensitive area. She did not realize until after she'd already done it that exposing herself in such a lewd manner might have made her feel embarrassed, but if it did, that embarrassment was drowned out entirely by the sheer arousal she was feeling. As Aclysia began to slide her tongue up, closer and closer to Farrah's clit, the brunette let out a silent moan, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air.

"Th-there!" Farrah whimpered, her body tensing up as the Artificial Spirit's lips came into contact with her clit. Farrah's entire body twitched as Aclysia's mouth closed around her, her tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive nub. "A-Aclysia, it feels so good, p-please, just keep doing that!"

Aclysia obeyed, her lips gently sucking and kissing at Farrah's clit while her tongue moved in slow circles around it. Her hands continued to move in tandem, her fingers gently spreading and squeezing Farrah's folds near the bottom, one thumb daring to move in and rub at the woman's entrance while the other gently rubbed up and down, stimulating the slick skin between her hole and her clit.

"Ahh! Oh gods, y-yes... please... it feels so good... d-don't stop!"

Farrah had no idea how much time passed as Aclysia worked on her, her entire body focused on the wonderful sensations emanating from between her legs. The pressure inside her grew with every passing second, the pleasure mounting more and more as Aclysia licked and kissed and caressed her, her motions becoming faster and more confident. Aclysia never asked for further directions, instead opting to touch and caress the spots that made Farrah's hips twitch and writhe the most, until the brunette could hardly contain herself.

"A-Aclysia! I think it's happening... I'm gonna- Ahhh!" Farrah moaned, her words turning into a shout of pleasure as she reached her climax. Her body shuddered and arched, her legs wrapping around Aclysia's head as her toes curled, her eyes rolling back and her mouth hanging open. She let out a wordless cry as the tension within her snapped, releasing a torrent of strange and unfamiliar sensations. It was like her whole body began to pulse, a deep, throbbing pleasure coursing through her with each heartbeat. She could feel her muscles spasming as the pleasure wracked her frame, but she did not care. All that mattered was that she had never felt so amazing in her entire life, and all she could do was cling to that feeling and hope it would never end.

It did end, though, as all good things must. The intense pleasure ebbed and receded, leaving behind a deep, warm glow that permeated her entire body. Farrah lay panting on the bed as she slowly came back to her senses, her thighs still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. She opened her eyes and looked down, smiling as she saw Aclysia gazing up at her, a gentle, content smile on the Artificial Spirit's face.

"A-Aclysia... that was... wow," Farrah managed to say, her voice coming out in breathless pants.

"Was it good? I hope it was as good as Creator John made it sound," Aclysia murmured, moving her head up to plant a soft kiss on Farrah's inner thigh.

"It was better... it was perfect," Farrah said, reaching up to wrap her arms around the Artificial Spirit. "And... I wanna make you feel good too. Can I... I wanna touch you like you just touched me."

"Of course you can," Aclysia murmured. "I would like that very much."

Farrah smiled at her and nodded, leaning in to kiss her again, a bit more hungrily this time. Aclysia hummed happily and returned the kiss, pressing their bodies together as Farrah shifted herself to the side, allowing Aclysia to settle onto her back on the bed. Their breasts pressed together as their legs intertwined, and Farrah felt a brief thrill of excitement at being the one to pin Aclysia down this time.

The feeling passed quickly, however, as a sound caught both of their attention – a sharp knock on Farrah's door.

"Farrah, we're done training for now. We’ll have food ready in about five minutes,” John’s voice called through the door.

The wood separating them from the outside hallway suddenly felt as thin and brittle as a toothpick – even Aclysia was deathly still, her eyes locked on the door, only her complete lack of a circulatory system preventing her from turning as red as a tomato. The very idea of her Creator seeing her like this, witnessing her nude for the first time while stumbling upon her in the midst of a very intimate coupling, was somehow beyond mortifying, despite her deep desire to show her body to him.

“O-okay! Th-thank you, John! I’ll be down soon, don’t worry, go ahead without me!”

“By the way, have you seen Aclysia? She’s not in her room, and I know she doesn’t need to eat, but I wanted to offer-”

“I-I’ll find her on my way down! Thanks again!” Farrah blurted out, nerves eating away any ability she had to remain calm. A muffled wave of confusion and curiosity ebbed through the door – Farrah closed her eyes, praying to whoever would listen that John would just walk away.

“Uh, okay. Well, she’s not in her room, so good luck with that…”

Two steps echoed, and for a moment, serenity returned to the room. But just as Farrah was releasing a grateful sigh of relief, the sound stopped – then it reversed course, followed by a second, softer knock on their door.

“Actually, you know what? I’m gonna do some cooking myself instead of breaking into more of the fast food. I could use something slow-paced to relax after those dungeons anyway. Don’t rush down after you find her, it’ll be a good twenty or thirty minutes, okay?”

“O-okay! See you soon!”

This time the footsteps kept going, though Farrah held her breath all the way until she heard the sound of John sauntering down the stairs.

“T-that was close,” Farrah murmured once she thought he was out of earshot.

“True. But… why did that feel so frightening?” Aclysia muttered, frowning a bit as she continued. “I understand that Creator John feels protective of us and did not wish to take advantage of our situation, but… I believe he would have found this scene quite enticing, yet I was still so mortified.”

“I think… maybe that’s what John meant about this being, you know, intimate?” Farrah managed to stagger out, her uncertain tone becoming more solid as she gave a firm nod at the end. “Yeah, I think that’s it! This is really intimate, and so someone just walking in… even if they’re someone you would want to participate… yeesh, is this how we made Yvara and Lerianna feel?”

“I… believe I understand a bit more of her reactions now,” Aclysia agreed, glancing sheepishly to the side. “This ‘intimacy’ is a wonderful thing… and rather troublesome.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Farrah agreed with a hearty giggle. “How about this – next time, we get John involved before the clothes come off, so it’s… at least a little bit less embarrassing?”

“I accept this deal wholeheartedly.” Aclysia smiled up at Farrah, moving to prop herself up on her arms so that she could lift herself from the bed – but before she could get any leverage, Farrah adeptly swept out the Artificial Spirit’s elbows from under her, sending her gently plopping back onto the mattress.

“Ah, Farrah, should we not-”

“John said twenty or thirty minutes to find you,” Farrah growled, a rising giddiness filling her at the sight of Aclysia’s shocked expression. “And I think I know the first place I want to look…”

“I-I’ll find her on my way down! Thanks again!”

“...Does she think Aclysia has a hiding spot, or does she just think I’m blind?” John almost rolled his eyes, not that it would have done him any good.

“Uh, okay. Well, she’s not in her room, so good luck with that…” With a shrug that also went unnoticed by any other eyes, John turned toward the stairs.

“I wonder where Aclysia could have gone? I was sure that Maera mentioned them being upstairs together… Wait, what if that’s why she sounded so odd? I wonder if they got ahold of more of Yvara’s books and are studying them together...”

John carried the thought with him as he took the first step, but by the second, it was cast aside.

“No, no, Yvara said that was the only book, and she locked it up tighter than the Brighton Manor is these days. Besides, they seemed more interested in practical experience now that I finished explaining the-”

An unbidden thought entered John’s mind, and he stopped dead in his tracks before his third step ever hit the ground. He paused there for a moment, a series of emotions fighting for dominance on his expression, eventually settling on a skeptical, yet almost amused, squint. John whirled around and stepped quietly back to the door, tapping gently on it once again.

“Actually, you know what? I’m gonna do some cooking myself instead of breaking into more of the fast food. I could use something slow-paced to relax after those dungeons anyway. Don’t rush down after you find her, it’ll be a good twenty or thirty minutes, okay?”

“O-okay! See you soon!”

John took a moment to consider the strange nervousness of Farah’s words, then shrugged and turned back toward the stairs.

“I’m… pretty sure that was unnecessary, right? There’s no way that… Well, I’m sure there’s some other explanation, and now I’m on the hook for actually cooking something. What are the chances of something like that, anyway?”

John’s thoughts echoed confidently, but his subconscious mind seemed completely unmoved by them. That unbidden thought returned, and this time it brought friends. Before his mind’s eye played images, dreams, vivid paintings of the mind, all of Aclysia and Farrah spread out over her bed. John’s pants started to grow uncomfortably tight as he imagined their bodies locked together in positions both erotic and awkward, their hands roaming over each other with no experience, only passion and-

John let out a quiet snort as he hit the bottom of the stairs, shaking his head as lust was replaced by dry amusement.

“Hah! Yeah, I knew it, that’s not what was happening - I think I’m starting to let my Libido score take over, that’s all.”

Still, John found himself biting his lip slightly as he strolled into the kitchen and searched for something to cook that could feed a small army. The idea seemed absurd, but that didn’t make it any less arousing – imagining that just on the other side of the door, the two of them might have been not only naked, but entangled with each other. John couldn’t help but notice how dry his mouth suddenly felt.