New Discoveries
“Finally,” Mya grumbled as she stepped off the ship onto the docks, trying her best to avoid being touched by other departing passengers. It had taken far too long to reach Labiania and the sailing conditions were abhorrent. It was as if the captain decided to take a route that forced them to encounter every tempest and gale possible. He had apologized profusely, of course, but that was no excuse for such a high level of ineptitude. His entire purpose was to ensure that Mya arrived at port safely. If he could barely do that then he wasn’t much of a captain, now was he?
Mya sighed as she pulled out her journal and began scribbling down some notes as she continued down the walkway. There wasn’t much to see yet, but it was still worth noting the architecture of the buildings up ahead and how they differed from the coastal structures of her homeland.
Another pang of annoyance rose within Mya as the thought of her homeland rose within her mind. She was content with her research back home and was making real progress with her findings in primate culture. Despite that, her superiors saw it fit to send her as a diplomatic researcher of a foreign nation’s society with the clear instructions that in order “to fully absorb herself into the native lifestyle for better results,” Mya was to bring nothing with her but one personal item and the clothes on her back. And even the clothes were temporary.
I can always just pretend that they’re just primates, still, Mya thought. Shouldn’t be too difficult.
Mya paused to pocket her journal as the wooden planks transitioned into wooden cobbles. As she gathered her bearings, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, grumbling to herself. Could they not have at least done the courtesy of dropping her off at a port town that wasn’t absolutely sweltering?
“Excuse me, miss?” A voice suddenly said to Mya’s left. “Would you happen to be Dr. Mya Valenworth of the Cloven Institute?”
Mya turned to find a man standing before her. He was tall, but spindly and adorned with loose, breathable, robes that were made of various overlapping folds and layers were various different shades of gray.
“Yes. Why?” Mya said flatly.
“Excellent! I am Vellen. I have been assigned as your guide and chaperone for your duration abroad.” The man then produced a parchment from the sleeve of his robe and proffered it to Mya. She snatched it and began reading it to find that the man—Vellen, spoke the truth. The missive was even signed and authenticated by the head of this branch of the Institute.
“I don’t need a chaperone,” Mya scoffed.
“With all due respect, miss, you do not know these lands yet. You do not know the way these people behave or how their magics function. You are allowed to deny my assistance, but it would not be wise.”
Mya stared at Vellen. He was far taller than her—most people were—but there was a gentle earnestness about him, and, admittedly, there was some logic behind his words.
“Very well, I suppose,” Mya relented.
Vellen just smiled and motioned for her to follow him as he began heading deeper into the city. “I have already procured you boarding at a nearby inn. It’s called the Night Romp and you will find a new change of clothes in your room more befitting the climate here.”
Mya nodded, relieved by Vellen’s foresight and was about to compliment him on it, but paused. “Wait. The ‘Night Romp’? That sounds…”
“Not to worry, miss. You will find the people here to be far more… expressive.”
“Expressive?”
“Yes.” Vellen gave no further clarification. Fortunately, Mya didn’t need one. As they continued walking through the town, Mya began to notice the attire of the locals and her face began to grow hot. The people… they were practically naked. Women wore clothing that brazenly showed off their skin and cleavage. Men dressed in tight garments that left just as little to the imagination. Mya had to fight the urge to stare and avoid pulling the high collar of her sensible blouse even higher. This would never be acceptable back in her homeland.
“I… Tell me about the magics here,” Mya said, trying her best to distract herself as a man in a sleeveless tunic passed her, his arms brushing her’s in such a way that she could feel the taut muscles—
“They can be quite dangerous if you are not careful, miss,” Vellen said. “There is a variety, but a prominent amount involves seizing control over a target’s mind.”
Mya blinked, then frowned. “What good are you, then?”
“Miss?”
“If you’re meant to keep me safe, like you said, how are you supposed to do that if anyone could potentially take control of you?”
Vellen hesitated for a moment. “A… majority of the cases in which it’s used is for a very specific purpose, miss. One that I cannot perform.”
Cryptic, Mya thought, annoyed by his obfuscation but didn’t push the subject. Vellen spoke no further, so Mya found it best to follow him and keep her eyes down to avoid all the scantily clad savages until they reached the inn.
Once they reached the inn, Mya was relieved to find that it looked completely normal from the outside. She half expected to see women dancing on poles at display windows based on her initial impression of this place.
“Here we are, miss.” Vellen said and pulled a key from his robe sleeve and handed it to her. “You are in room six. I recommend waiting there until I return.”
“What? Where are you going?”
“I have some final preparations to make in regards to acquiring your transport to the Cloven Institute’s headquarters. I will not be long.”
Mya scoffed. “Very well.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond as she stomped her way through the doors of the inn, ignoring everyone in the taproom, and marched up the stairs.
As she entered her room, she indeed found a different pair of clothes neatly folded for her on the bed. Mya was initially ecstatic, as the heat of the coast was beginning to become unbearable, but then she actually saw what they were.
“Are you kidding me?” Mya fumed, picking up the garments in disbelief. The top was a small pink thing, made from loose fabric that would fully expose her midriff, and the shorts were sickeningly tight and wouldn’t even reach past mid-thigh. She’d look like some kind of prostitute in this! No, worse! The moment she saw Vellen again, she fully intended to hang him by his own robes. There was absolutely no way she’d ever wear this! Just imagining the stares she’d receive was mortifying enough.
You don’t exactly have a choice, an unbridled thought whispered from the back of her skull. Mya ground her teeth before closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. They were just clothes. Everyone else wore things just like it, so, logically, they likely wouldn’t even bat an eye. This sort of thing was clearly normal due to the climate of the coasts. Mya was freaking out over nothing.
She kept repeating that to herself as she peeled off her sweaty, modest clothing, and began to change into the new set. Once done, she looked over herself in the mirror. Mya looked… good. It was horrifically revealing, but there was something freeing about getting to let her skin breathe after spending so much time wrapped up. And, begrudgingly, she had to admit that the top paired quite well with her blonde locks of hair—although she couldn’t bring herself to remove her sensible bun.
Almost mesmerized, Mya ran her fingers over her exposed stomach. Could she really go out like this? Be seen by other people in such a way? Her thoughts were answered when her stomach abruptly growled and Mya remembered that it had been a full day since she last ate.
Mya glanced over at the nightstand to find a coin pouch had been left there, likely by Vellen for this exact purpose.
Fine. One meal then I immediately come back, Mya thought. No need to make a habit out of prancing around dressed like a slut.
She snatched the pouch and hesitated at the door for only a moment before opening it and heading back downstairs.
Mya was pleasantly surprised by the civility of the people at the inn. She half expected every man to be leering down at her, but instead none of them seemed to be paying her any mind. She caught a furtive glance every now and then, but she could handle that. Surprisingly, she almost finished the entirety of her meal without being bothered. Key word, almost…
“Hello, cutie,” a feminine voice said. A moment later a woman slid into the booth next to Mya.
Mya glanced up and down. She was quite stunning, with flowing raven hair, tan skin, and a peculiar set of purple eyes. She was also sitting uncomfortably close.
“Do you mind?” Mya sneered.
“Mm?” the woman said, a smile dancing across her full, red lips. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes. My dinner.”
“Oh,” the woman whispered. “Perhaps I could find you a… suitable replacement. I’m Veryl.”
Mya blinked at the woman. Pieces slowly fell into place and Mya grimaced. “Look, floozy, I’m not interested in… in sex right now. Especially not with a woman.”
Veryl actually seemed taken aback for a moment. “Then… why are you wearing that top?”
“What?”
“The top, you’re…” Something suddenly seemed to click into place for her. “Ooooh. I see, you’re not from around here.”
“What?” Mya repeated, growing impatient.
“Around the coasts, that color and cut are kinda like a signal… A signal to let other women know you wanna get it on,” Veryl giggled and shimmied her shoulders, playfully bumping up against Mya. She pushed her away in disgust.
“Excuse me? I assure you I most definitely do not want to ‘get it on.’ “ Mya felt the blood rush to her face. She was going to kill Vellen. That useless, buffoon of a—
“Awww, you’re cute when you blush,” Veryl cooed.
“Shut it!” Mya snapped.
“Tsk tsk, quite the attitude problem you got there.” Veryl giggled. “So, got a name, sweetie?”
Mya paused. She was about to tell this woman to leave her alone, but… she did seem to know more about nuanced social dynamics than Vellen. It could be good for her research, at the very least. “...Mya.”
“Mia? Oh, that’s cute!”
“It’s—”
“So, what brings you here?” Veryl said, scooting a bit closer, much to Mya’s distaste.
“I’m… a researcher. I was sent here to study your people’s culture…”
“Hm. How come?”
“Because you’re barbarians that need to be studied!” she spat. All of these questions were beginning to frustrate Mya to the point that she almost revealed what their actual purpose for being here was.
Veryl only seemed offended for a moment before her pleasant smile returned. “Okay, okay. I see you don’t want to talk about that, we can move on. Been enjoying your stay so far?”
“It’s been hot,” Mya said, noncommittal.
“Oh, I bet. It can get realllllly annoying sometimes. All that heat just drags on ya throughout the day.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean, I know if I spend too long out in it, I just end up a tired mess of laziness and can’t get anything else done. That ever happen to you?”
“Sure.” Mya was barely even paying attention. She was more than happy to let Veryl jabber to herself for as long as it took, so long as Mya didn’t have to put much into the conversation.
“Why do you think that is? What’s it about hot days that just makes a person so tired and sleepy?”
Mya shrugged.
“It can’t be the activity, because you can just sit around in it and still feel like all the energy is being sapped right out of you.”
So long as the woman’s pea-sized brain was too busy talking about nothing, Mya wouldn’t have to bother keeping her at bay.
“What about you? You’ve been out and about all day, surely you’re feeling a bit tired.”
“I… guess,” Mya said. She hadn’t realized it until then, but she was tired. She hadn’t been sat in her cabin on the ship, baking all in the heat all day, only to disembark and have the full force of it beat down on her. It was… exhausting.
“Yeah, I bet. I bet it’s been a long day too. You can’t help but be a bit sleepy,” Veryl said sympathetically.
Mya nodded.
“And as a researcher, I’m sure you got so much going on that takes a toll on you, drains you. With all of that put together, I’m surprised you can even keep your eyes open!”
Mya felt her eyelids flutter. She just had so much on her plate. She needed to perform well for the Institute. It meant everything for Mya to prove herself to them. All that extra work she’d put in… It was exhausting. At least someone other than herself could understand that.
“Yeah, I know, sweetie. You’re just so tired of it all. You could really use a rest.”
Mya nodded again. Had… had Veryl’s eyes had such a pretty… iridescent quality to them before? They were… They were just so…
“It’s just so mind-numbing, all that sleepiness. It makes it so hard to focus on anything except for what’s right in front of you, right?”
“Yeah…” The rest of the taproom seemed to fade. It grew dark, fuzzy around the edges. All Mya could see were Veryl and her pretty, pretty eyes.
“You’re very pretty, Mia,” Veryl whispered.
“My—”
“If only you’d let that beautiful hair of yours down. I bet you’d look even prettier.” She tenderly ran her thumb over Mya’s cheek and began to reach up to undo her bun.
A dull part of Mya recoiled and she pulled away from Veryl. “Not… Not into girls…”
“Then why are you wearing that top?” she asked innocently, cocking her head to the side.
“Because…”
“What’s that thing you researchers like to say? ‘The simplest answer is normally the correct one’? Well, to me, the simplest answer as to why you’re wearing a shirt that tells everyone that you’re a lesbiant, is that…’’ she leaned in close, whispering into Mya’s ear. “you are one.”
Mya whimpered. That… That didn’t make sense! Well, Veryl had been right. The correct answer normally was the simplest one. But Mya wasn’t into… She’d never wanted… But she was wearing…
“Oh, it’s okay, baby,” Veryl said, comfortingly cupping Mya’s face in her hands. “I know it’s confusing, but you can trust me. You know that, right?”
Could she? Veryl had, from the start, been very clear about wanting to get into Mya’s pants. But… at least she’d been direct, right? She hadn’t lied to her or pretended not to be interested. She’d even helped inform Mya about the way things worked on the coasts. And she understood what it was like to be tired. So… so tired…
“I… I know,” Mya stammered. Her voice sounded so small.
“So you know that what I say makes sense, right? You’re wearing a top that marks you as a flirty, horny, lesbo, so you must be one, right?”
“W-wuh? I…”
“Right?”
Mya’s mind felt like mush. It was difficult to think. So hard to focus on anything but Veryl’s pretty words and prettier eyes. Was… was Mya a lesbian? Veryl said that she was, and Mya knew she could trust Veryl. It would make the most sense. She was wearing a top that said she was…
“Right!” Mya squeaked. Something suddenly seemed to shift in Mya’s reality. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but… Oh… Oh. Had Veryl always been so gorgeous? Her delicate locks of hair, her beautiful, lithe body, that petite little nose, and those… oh, those breasts. So pert and round and big. How had Mya not noticed them before?
“See something you like, sweetie?” Veryl giggled. Mya just nodded. Something awoke in her as she stared at those magnificent mounds. She could feel a heat building up between her legs and had to resist the urge to rub her thighs together. “Mm. I’ve bet you’ve always been into girls, haven’t you?”
Mya furrowed her brow. Had she? No, that couldn’t be right. There had been Bray. If she’d always only been interested in women, then—
“Hey,” Veryl whispered. “Remember. You can trust me. Whatever I say is true. You’ve always been into girls.”
Mya nodded. Her memory fuzzed for a moment, but then cleared just as quickly. As it did, she could feel Veryl beginning to undo the pins in Mya’s hair. Yes, she’d always been into girls. As long as she could remember, she’d always preferred them. Men were just… gross in comparison. “I’ve always been into girls…”
“Good girl.” Veryl smirked. Mya felt a spike of arousal at the praise. “I bet you remember your first crush, don’t you? What had her name been, again? Cindy? That’s right. Gods, you were hopelessly in love with her weren’t you? She was your first crush, afterall.”
Mya felt her head spin as the new—old information wormed its way into her brain. She remembered Cindy. The cute, confident girl from her village that Mya could never gather the courage to talk to. She’d spend countless nights laying awake at night thinking about her… Thinking about Cindy… “She was my first crush…”
“Mhm. And your first kiss? I’m sure you remember that. So innocent… until it wasn’t,” Veryl said in a husky voice. “You really liked it.”
Memories resurfaced. Mya was at a sleepover with her friends. She almost hadn’t gone because Cindy was invited and she knew she’d be too nervous to be around her, but Lilia had convinced her to go. They played spin the bottle. It was Cindy’s turn. It landed on Mya. They kissed. For a second. Then two. Then ten. Then their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming up and down along the other’s body. Mya had never been so happy… or so horny. “I really liked it…”
Veryl giggled as she continued to loosen Mya bun. The memories were starting to become too much. She stifled a whimper and desperately fought the urge to provide some stimulation down below.
“And of course, we can’t forget about the time you lost your virginity! That was a big day for you. Splayed out in bed, fucking and sucking at one another’s pussies like it was the first meal you’ve received in weeks. It probably blew your mind…”
The memory came automatically this time. Of course it did, it was real, it was important. Things hadn’t worked out with Cindy. Mya had cried for weeks, but Lilia had been there to comfort and support her. One night, it just happened. They had been studying. Then they were making out. Then Mya was screaming as the most divine tongue lapped over her clit and Lilia’s fingers played with her pussy like a master musician played the piano. It… It… “It blew my mind…”
“Mhmmmm. So… What are you?” Veryl said. There was a smug quality to her voice, but Mya didn’t notice.
“A lesbian!” Mya moaned, and Veryl finished undoing her bun. Golden tresses of hair fell across her shoulders. Mya could only imagine what she looked like. A scantily clad girl in the corner of a tavern, moaning as she thought about her sexiest memories. All of it was just too much. She began to whimper softly as she rubbed her thighs together.
“Oh my, look at you. Such a naughty girl.” Veryl leaned in and kissed Mya. This time, she didn’t shy away from the contact. Mya hungrily accepted it, drowning in those delicious, plush, red lips. She needed more. Mya had to explore every nook and cranny of Veryl’s mouth with her tongue until—
Veryl giggled as she pulled away. Mya whined, trying to follow her lips, but a hand on her shoulder kept her away. “My, my, you really are a horny little thing. We better get you upstairs before you cause a scene. Which room are you in?”
“S-six!”
Veryl grinned before sliding out the booth. Mya eagerly followed her and shivered with pleasure as Veryl put a possessive arm around Mya’s waist and rested her hand on the girl’s hip. The walk up to the room was agonizingly slow. Each time Mya whimpered and tried to get Veryl to speed up, she only smirked and proceeded to slow down.
Why am I letting her take the lead? Mya thought. Something about all of this was beginning to feel wrong, but Mya’s head just felt so fuzzy and unfocused. Each time she tried to put the pieces together, her gaze was drawn back to Veryl’s pretty eyes and then she remembered that everything was fine. She could trust Veryl. Everything Veryl said was true.
Once they entered Mya’s room, she was quickly thrust down on the bed so that she laid on her back. Veryl kissed her passionately. On the neck, on the cheek, across her collarbone. Everywhere but the lips as each kiss left a bright, red lipstick mark. Mya moaned and thrusted her hips up, grinding against Veryl’s leg in an attempt to get her to attend to the fire burning in Mya’s loins.
“Something you need, silly girl?” Veryl asked with mock innocence. Mya whimpered and humped more insistently. “Oh, I see what you need…” Mya suddenly felt a pair of hands grab her breasts and begin to fondle and grope them. Oh… Oh, that felt good. Such nice, loving squeezes. “Is this what you wanted, Mia?”
“It’s M—Aaaaaagh!” She wasn’t able to finish her statement as Veryl pinched one of her nipples, causing Mya to moan with delight.
Veryl smiled at Mya, her eyes filling Mya’s entire world. She began to lower herself down Mya’s body, planting sweet kisses along her belly and thighs. Mya squirmed in anticipation as Veryl pulled off her shorts and laughed at the dark spot that had formed on Mya’s panties.
“Someone’s a dirty girl,” Veryl teased before pulling the panties away too, revealing Mya’s glistening vagina. Veryl looked up at Mya with a victorious expression and began to run light circles around Mya’s clit with her fingers. They danced with such delicate, feathery touches, that Mya found herself panting for breath.
“Mm! Mm!” Mya squirmed, shoving her hips in the air in a vain attempt to receive more pleasure. “M-more!”
“You want more?” Veryl cocked her head. She gave Mya’s pussy a single lick before looking back up at her with a giggle. “But… I thought I was just a barbarian?”
“H-huh?” Mya asked, still desperately thrusting her hips into the air.
“You said so yourself. My people are just barbarians. Just dumb slutty, savages that you’d never want to be touched by. That was awfully mean of you…” The touches became even lighter.
“Please! I-I’m sorry! I d-didn’t mean it!”
“Hmmmmm.” Veryl seemed to be mulling Mya’s words over, all the while, her fingers had begun to slow to a crawl. “I don’t believe you!”
Mya felt like she could cry. She needed to fuck. She needed Veryl. “P-PLEASE! I’ll do a-anything!”
“Anything? That’s quite a lot.” Veryl giggled. “Hmmm… I think you need to start being nicer. You were far too mean when we first met. I think you’re better like this!” At the last word, she attacked Mya’s clit with full force, causing her to howl with pleasure.
“Ooooh! I will! I promise!”
Veryl stopped teasing Mya completely and pretended to think on the words again. “Ok, I believe you!” Suddenly, two fingers thrust into Mya’s pussy and began to rhythmically pump in and out. Yes. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!
The fingers slowed down. No! “You know, it’s funny.”
“Mmph!” Mya whined. “W-what?”
“Well, you called us the stupid barbarians, when you’re the bimbo here.”
“Wuh? N-no I’m not!” Mya tried to pull away from Veryl, but it. Just. Felt. Too. Good.
“Why not?”
“B-Because I’m a researcher! A-A aaaaagh! M-member of the Cloven Institute. Y-you can’t be—ooooh!”
Veryl laughed. “Oh come on, now. We both know that doesn’t count.” Mya looked up at her with confusion, no longer trusting her voice. “Well, normally doing all that university stuff and succeeding would mean you’re smart, but we both know you don’t have the smarts for school.”
Mya blinked up at her. Those pretty, shimmering eyes…
“Don’t you remember? You were just telling me downstairs how you fucked your way through all those classes.”
“I- I—” That… couldn’t be right. Mya had worked hard to acquire her degree. She’d spent so many nights up studying, gone weeks without sleep just to prepare for—
“Mia…” Veryl said, as if she were chastising a small child. “Remember what we talked about. You can trust me…”
“E-Everything you say is true…” Mya responded automatically.
“Good! So, if I say you were just a slutty, dumb bimbo who boned her way through university, then…”
“It’s t-true. But—”
“And, I know it may seem confusing. If you’re so into girls, how could you fuck your male professors for a good grade? Well, it’s true that you prefer girls, but we both know that a part of you still love those big, stick loads, right?”
A heavy fog came over Mya’s mind. She felt something beginning to change, like a part of her was being reshaped. Something about that felt wrong. Mya felt that she needed to fight against it or something very bad would happen. But then a pair of fingers relentlessly pounded against her g-spot, causing her to lose focus on what exactly it was that she was doing. Then the fog was gone.
“Right!” Mya said with a smile. She remembered now. All that studying, all those papers. It was just too hard for her! No matter what she did, Mya could never make sense of any of it, so she resorted on something she did know how to do: Fucking. It was so much easier to lick away at a pussy until her professor screamed in delight, or suck a big, delicious, cock until it came and she could revel in her good job as cum splashed across her face, dribbled down her chin, and painted her tits. As far as Mya was concerned, all that hard work made her just as much a researcher as all the people who did it the “right” way.
“Good girl!” Veryl patted her head, as if Mya were a well-behaved pet. Then she leaned in and began to whisper. “And don’t worry. Dumb girls get to have more fun. And silly girls love to fuck. And if you’re dumb and silly then that makes you a bimbo. And we both know you’re a bimbo, so that must make your dumb and silly!”
Mya blinked at Veryl vapidly. Mya was a bimbo. That meant she was dumb and silly. But that was okay, dumb girls have more fun, anyway. And silly girls loooooooove to fuck. Mya was dumb and silly. That meant she was a bimbo. So she’s dumb and silly. She always had way more fun than smart girls. She loved to fuck! Mya was a bimbo. She was…
“Hey,” Veryl said. “Wanna know a secret?”
Mya nodded.
“The more I pump my fingers into your pussy, the more that your brain leaks out between your legs. The longer I continue, the dumber you get, until eventually you’re nothing but the dumbest, cutesiest, sweetest slut who’s just so nice to everyone! Doesn’t that make sense!
“Y-Yeah!” It made perfect sense! Everything Veryl said was true. Mya loved Veryl!
Veryl smiled. “Then let’s meet the new you!” And she began to thrust her fingers in and out of Mya with animalistic vigor. Mya couldn’t hold in her screams of pleasure. It practically radiated through her body like molten light. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Nothing had ever felt so good in Mya’s entire life. Her brain had turned into a slurry that was quickly dribbling out between her legs like a… like a…
Several minutes went by before Veryl’s assault fell back into an even, steady pace. “So? How do you feel, precious?”
“Like, sooooo good!” Mya said, breathing heavily.
“I bet. Hey, what’s five times three?”
“Oh! That’s, like, super easy! It’s, um…” Mya began to count on her fingers, but the task was quickly becoming impossible, as Veryl’s fingers kept grazing her g-spot, making her gasp and lose count. “I, like, can’t remember!”
Veryl giggled. Mya giggled back. She didn’t know what was so funny, but it just felt, like, sooo good to giggle! “That’s okay. Math is for smart girls! And you most certainly aren’t.” She playfully tapped Mya on the nose, which made her giggle again. “You’d much prefer to be all slutty, wouldn’t you, Mia?”
“Yeah, like, totally! But, um, my name isn’t…”
Veryl cocked her head to the side and pouted her lips. Gosh, those lips looked so kissable. “Then what is it then?”
“It’s… It’s…” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “Um…” Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. “L-like…” Thrusthrustthrustthrustthrusthrustthrustthrust! “M- O-oh Ooooooh!” It suddenly felt so hard to think. That was fine, though. It didn’t matter when she felt so goooooood to have Veryl’s wonderful fingers plunging into her, making her tits bounce up and down in tandem with the thrusts!
“Such a silly girl,” Veryl cooed adoringly. She slowed her pace again and planted a kiss on her bimbo’s cheek. “Your name is Mia!”
“Oh! Like, duh!” Mia giggled. “I knew that.”
Veryl grinned. “Of course, you go by Candi. Because you’re so sweet!”
Candi squealed in delight. “Oh my gosh! That’s, like, so cute!”
“I know!” Veryl said, pinching one of Candi’s nipples. Candi giggled. She loved having her boobies played with. “Hey, wanna hear another secret?”
“Uh, yes!”
Veryl smiled and leaned in close, so close that Candi could see down her top and stare at her amazing boobies. She giggled and they jiggled a bit from Veryl’s movements. “Normally, all this would have worn off eventually, but if I make you come, then anytime you wear the color pink, you’ll get to become Candi, the sweet, dumb, slutty, bimbo again! Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“Uh-huh!” It did sound like fun! Candi loved being Candi! And if Veryl said it, then it must be true. Candi loved Veryl!
“Good girl. Then come!” Pleasure suddenly exploded out from Candi. Her back arched as you screamed in ecstasy and delight. Veryl fingers continued to pump, continued to thrust. All Candi could do was soak up the pleasure, soak up all the goodness. Her world was completely empty, apart from a pair of pretty, shiny, purple eyes. Candi didn’t know how long had passed before she came down. It didn’t matter. It felt good.
“Enjoy yourself?”
Candi panted, her skin glossed with sweat and a glob of saliva drooling down her chin. “G-gosh. Yes! Thank you so much Veryl! You’re, like, the best! And, like, sooooo pretty!”
“Aww, aren’t you sweet! I bet that’ll only hold a slut like you over for a few minutes, though, huh?”
Candi nodded sheepishly.
“Oh that’s okay, baby. Nothing to be ashamed of. Girls like you were practically made to fuck.”
Candi perked up. “Really?”
“Oh definitely, cutie! So, why don’t you give me a proper thanks?” Veryl grabbed Candi by the back of the head with one hand and hiked up her skirt with the other. Candi licked her lips and squealed in excitement as her head was guided down toward a delicious treat.
It was late in the evening before Vellen got back to the Night Romp. He hadn’t expected organizing a carriage route to the Clove Institute’s headquarters to be so tedious, but it was a job that needed doing.
Vellen stepped up to his new mistress’s door. He anticipated that she’d already be asleep when he returned, so didn’t bother to knock. Instead, he found her curled up in bed, furiously kissing another woman. Vellen blinked in surprise. It seemed Mistress Mya was far… Ah, “friendlier” than she had let on earlier. Perhaps Vellen had done something to upset her?
The two suddenly froze in bed once they noticed Vellen standing there. They pulled away from one another, leaving behind a line of drool that connected to their two mouths. Vellen was aware that most people would find the image titillating, but Vellen only saw it as unhygienic. “I… see you’ve found yourself some company, miss”
The other woman eyed Vellen up and down, but the telltale sign of disappointment showed in her face once she noticed his robes. “I was just leaving,” she said, giving Mya a peck on the cheek. “See you around, cutie.” She then pulled on her clothing and quickly exited through the door, tentatively brushing past Vellen as if he were some kind of rabid animal. That was another thing he often expected from people.
“I was just coming to inform you that we leave in the morning, miss.” Vellen said once the other woman’s footsteps faded down the hall.
“Oh! Um, great!” Mya said with far more enthusiasm than she had earlier in the day.
Perhaps she was just on edge from all the traveling, Vellen thought. He could understand that. Making the trip from the monastery to the coast had taken a toll on him too. By the end, Vellen hadn’t even felt like filling out his daily bird sighting journal… He still did, of course.
“Is there anything else you need from me, miss?”
“Ummmm… Nope!”
“Then sleep well. I suspect we will be on the road quite some time before we have another chance to stop.”
“Okay! And, uh, thanks, Vellen. You’ve been, like, super helpful today. I really appreciate it.”
Vellen blinked. “Of… course, miss. I exist to serve…Good night.” He then closed the door, giving Mya her privacy. Once it was firmly shut, Vellen tilted his head in curiosity. Gratitude? How peculiar. As he turned to enter his own room, Vellen found himself smiling. Perhaps working for Mya Valenworth wouldn’t be as bad as he had been warned, afterall.