This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults 18+. The following chapter includes depictions of embarrassment, cfnf, crying from overstimulation, vaginal fingering, fainting through energy loss, and sensitive terminology (slit). Reader discretion is advised.

The morning sun barely shone through the dense cloud cover, but it was enough light to awaken Aileene. She shifted in the bed and groaned before nearly falling back asleep again.

“Good morning, Aileene,” Mera spoke from behind, startling her.

Turning back, she recalled, ‘Oh, yeah… We fell asleep together last night.’ “Good morning, Mera.”

“Did you sleep well?”

Aileene nodded. “I did, no more nightmares.” She nuzzled closer. “Thank you for— taking care of me.”

“You’re welcome. I’m just glad I was able to help.”

“You’ve done more than that. You’ve been here for me; no one has been there since my mother. I— I’ve been… so lonely since she died. And I’ve been… so scared… since I died. Your comforting presence, your poetry, your— distractions… I— I haven’t felt so… wanted for so long.”

Mera carefully held Aileene. “I’m glad you feel that way. It’s strange to say, but I— feel similar.” She let go to reach back; retrieving her decorated book—which Aileene could now see pictured two gorgeous women on the cover—Mera explained, “This was— given to me by… a friend; a poet who ascended to Heaven. This is what they left for me. It contains all the poetry they ever wrote. These words give me comfort; I want to share them with you.”

“Thank you. My mother used to sing to me and it was always comforting. I— don’t understand the words, but I like how the words sound.” Aileene wondered, “So, what are we going to do today?”

“Well, I was going to ask you? Not to put it bluntly, but you were the one who died. I think it’s only fair to let you decide.”

“I suppose.” After a moment, she decided, “Can I have something to eat?”

Suddenly Mera looked forlorn. “Oh… I— don’t know how to make much food, and there’s nothing to eat in the kitchen. I could— make you some tea?” Recalling the herbal remedies her family used when she had a fever, Aileene politely shook her head. “Well… we’d have to go into town to get some food. I think Quies is close enough that I can teleport us there, but it looks cold outside.”

Peering out the window, Aileene could see flurries still falling. “I don’t know if I want to go outside.” She curled up under the blanket. “I— never used to be bothered by the cold but, after I died, I… I suppose I lost Brigit’s gift.”

“Brigit’s gift?”

“It’s what my mother and grandmother called it. All three of us, and supposedly the women that came before them, had orange and red hair—like fire; in the dark it even seemed to glow. When I died, though, my hair became… this, and I haven’t felt the same. They said those with the gift were bursting with life and… I’ve been so— tired. Not just because of your distractions, but everything feels— exhausting. I’m sure that doesn’t make much sense.”

“No, it does. Demons don’t always need the energy of others; when we’re young, we can get by just fine. Once we’re older, though, it becomes— debilitating. It’s like not eating, or— suddenly learning you have to start eating.”

“That makes a lot of sense. I’m not hungry, but I’ve never wanted food more. It’s strange.” Aileene shivered. “Same with being cold.”

“Well, maybe we can do something to warm you up. Hopefully it doesn’t bring up any… unpleasant memories.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve fire.”

“Not to worry, I don’t think this house even has a hearth. Come, follow me.” Getting out of bed, Aileene finally discovered the source of her chill; the blanket slipped off her nude form and left her breasts bare. Flushed with embarrassment, she grabbed the sheet and covered herself. “I’m sorry! I left your robe downstairs! I-I can go get it for you.”

“Uhh… No, it’s— it’s fine. I can use the cover for now.”

“If you’re sure. You’d have to undress for a warm bath anyway.”

Aileene piqued up. “Warm bath?” 

“Oh, I don’t suppose you’ve ever had one. I hope you find it relaxing.” Guiding Aileene out of the bedroom, they traveled down the hall to another door upstairs; it opened to a wide room of polished stone with a grand basin carved from a single speckled rock. “Let me prepare the bath, have a seat for now.”

She found chairs near the wall; after seating herself, Aileene watched Mera turn a handle atop the basin and release a stream of steamy water from a tube. Perplexed, Aileene studied the strange apparitions while Mera held her hand in the water and turned another handle until satisfied. Behind her, Mera opened a cabinet where dozens of clear containers revealed clear crystals and sands. “Oh, my,” Mera exclaimed, “there’s quite a few in here.” She looked between several of the bottles before picking one out, “This should help. Do you have a favorite scent, Aileene? A flower, perhaps?”

It didn’t take long for Aileene to recall, “I’ve always been fond of the dog-violets that grew at the edge of the fields.”

“I can handle that.” Mera uncapped the bottle and blew over the top; it began to glow in golden hues. “Let’s see, a duplication spell is easy enough,” she upturned the container over the tub and let the crystals fall; and continued to fall, much to Aileene’s confusion, much long after the bottle should have emptied. Eventually, she capped it and returned it to the cabinet; Aileene noted the growing scent of flowers and felt a familiar warmth. “Well, the tub is almost full if you’d like to get in. Let me know if the water is too hot.”

As she stood, Aileene let the sheet fall. Both her and Mera blushed but only she wondered, “Are— you going to get in too?”

Mera shyly looked away. “Oh, no. I’d— rather not if that’s okay.”

“Oh…” Suddenly feeling bashful, Aileene thought, ‘I thought we’d bathe together.’

“I’m sorry. I can help wash your hair.”

“I— think I’d like that.” She approached the basin and raised a leg in. As her toes entered the warm water, Aileene gasped before lowering her leg. Quickly submerging all the way in, she signed as the fragrant liquid embraced her.

“Is that comfortable?” Aileene only gave a satisfied groan. “Do you mind getting your head wet?” Shaking her head, Mera held her and guided her underwater. The air was cool and steamy as she came back up; Mera quickly readied a strange glob. “How would you like your hair to smell?”

She thought before wondering, “What would smell good for you?”

With a smirk, Mera blew on it; it glowed in golden hues as she added, “You won’t find ashen lavender like this anywhere in the Mortal Plane.” Lathering it up into suds, she warned, “Keep your eyes closed, or else it will sting.” After doing so, Mera worked it into her hair with gentle rubs. Aileene found her heart racing with the tender touch and it was difficult to suppress her growing moans. After a short time, Mera announced, “Alright, I’m all done. You can rinse your hair under the water now.”

‘That was all?’ Aileene submerged and tossed her hair as she lamented, ‘But, that felt nice.’ After coming back up, she looked to Mera and asked, “What’s next?”

“Well… I can— wash your body, if you’d like.” Imagining Mera touching her all over left Aileene feeling wanton. She eagerly nodded and Mera lathered up another strange glob. “Come out of the water a bit.” The chill air left her with gooseflesh as she rose from the comforting water, but Mera’s touch was more than welcome. She started at her arms and diligently cleaned from hand to shoulder, then moved to Aileene’s back and neck.

The slippery rubs labored her breaths and worsened her desire. “Uh, Mera,” she shyly asked, “can you— clean my front now?” After bringing her hands around, Mera rubbed her stomach and sides. “Not there,” Aileene relented. She pulled Mera up her chest. “Here.” With the gentle rubs, Aileene couldn’t contain her moans.

“Aileene?” She snapped over. “Did— you want to have sex?”

Her lids flicked. “Oh! Did— you not want to?”

“No! I— just wanted to make sure.” Mera leaned in and kissed Aileene before rubbing her more sensually. Her need only worsened as their tongues touched; she grabbed one of Mera’s arms and pushed it underwater. It slipped past her navel and into her crotch where Aileene pressed it against where she was sensitive.

“Oh, Mera,” she cried as the spot was carefully circled. Holding on for stability, Aileene’s legs shook as she slipped into the water.

“Careful!” Mera held on as well to keep her afloat.

The passionate rubs left her trembling and gasping. Her thighs squeezed as her pleasure neared a peak and her voice cracked. Teardrops fell as Aileene shouted and thrashed; water splashed and Aileene slipped to the bottom of the tub as her legs gave out. Mera called out while grabbing her, but Aileene could only lament that the rubs stopped before she was finished. “I’m okay,” she reassured Mera upon seeing her concern. “I’m okay.” Upon smelling the strong violets—reminding her of Mera’s aphrodisiacs—so close to her nose, Aileene realized, “Actually, I— need something. What,” already suspecting the answer, she continued, “what comes next… in sex?”

“What’s next? Well, right now, I could— put a finger inside.”

Before answering, Aileene pulled on Mera’s arm. “Please… There’s… an ache— inside.”

Mera gave into her guidance. “If that’s what you want.” Hand between her thighs, Mera slipped a finger into Aileene’s slit.

With a piercing shriek, Aileene began trembling as she held on. ‘Oh, Brigit! Mera is— inside me!’ “Oh, Mera!” She pushed on her arm more as she pleaded, “Deeper, please!” Pushing further in, Aileene gaped as the wind was taken from her.

“Are you ready?” Aileene could feel the finger wiggle slightly.

“R-ready— for what?” The tease worsened her desire. Without answering, Mera pressed into a sensitive spot. Aileene cried out as tears dropped and her thighs clenched together. “OH— Oh, Brigit! I—” The precise prods drove her mad; the water splashed around her and Aileene was breathless as every groan was forced from her chest. “Mera… I— I can’t…” Her grip tightened and Aileene shouted as a wave of pleasure overcame her. ‘I— I can’t…’ She started to feel weak as the presses persisted. As a faintness overtook her, Aileene’s grip failed and she fell limp into Mera’s embrace.

—Spoiler—

It’s hard to believe we’re already half way through this novella. Aileene and Mera are opening up to each other, but what will happen when Aileene gets turned out without the help of aphrodisiacs or scents? Limits are tested in Chapter 8: Desire.

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