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Through the quiet hum from the vibrations rippling through the train cars of the Astral Express, a pink-haired girl woke up from her sleep, startled and confused.
Still drowsy from her slumber, she scanned the room she found herself in. Her eyes cautiously darting from stuffed animals to the photo wall on the opposite side of the room, before her shoulders dropped, and she let out a relieved sigh.
"I'm back in my room… but how?"
Tossing her pink blanket to the side, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching her entire body. A few cracks and pops rang in her bones, and after making sure she hadn't done harm to herself, she began moving around the room.
"I could've sworn I was just with Dan Heng and Stelle…" March's voice trailed off, the last thing she remembered, being her finally meeting up with Dan Heng and Stelle, after aimlessly wandering around Amphoreus like a ghost.
"Wait!"
She rushed to the mirror in the corner of her room and took a look at herself. Cold sweat ran down her back when she saw her mirror image, dressed in black and red.
"Evernight!"
Her mirror's worried expression transformed into a smug smile, the eyes almost looking down at herself.
"Took you long enough, Marchie. Welcome back to the Astral Express."
Another wave of confusion washed over March, as she watched her mirror image move and act by its own accord. Unsure about her next steps, it was as if her mouth acted on its own. Her expression changing into a scowl, she stared at Evernight, demanding an explanation.
"What's going on, Evernight? Where are Dan Heng and Stelle?"
"Relax, March. Nothing has happened to them. I wouldn't do anything to harm you or anyone close to you."
The mirror image began to stir. Moving independently, it came closer towards her, before reaching both its hands outside the mirror. Grabbing on to the sides, it began pulling itself outside its mirror prison.
Brushing her sleeves, Evernight kept her eyes fixed on March, like a predator reading the movement of its prey.
"I must say, your imagination is quite vivid."
March looks at Evernight, confused. It took a moment for her to process what she said.
"Come again?"
Almost gliding through the room, Evernight walked behind March and wrapped her arms around the waist, her hands meeting in front of her stomach. Resting her chin on March's shoulders, she tilted her head and whispered gently into her ears.
"You know… I've seen the things you fantasize about. I'm feeling a little frustrated from you all thwarting my plans—but this is one thing I wouldn't mind helping with."
Hearing Evernight's words, March's face turned beet red with embarrassment. Those were her most secret desires after all. But having given over her body and mind to Evernight, it wasn't that surprising.
"What are you suggesting?"
She knew the answer, even before asking the question.
"No need playing Coy, Marchie. I've seen the way you look at Stelle, how you yearn for her touch late at night, while you—"
"STOP!" March exclaimed, wanting to silence Evernight. Even if she was alone, she didn't want to hear her thoughts being said out loud.
Evernight drew her fingers up March’s torso, circling her back to rest on her shoulders.
"It's just us here, March, no need to be shy," Evernight's voice dripped with sweet words, almost intoxicating like a sweet mead.
She glided her hands down along March's arms and with a fluid motion wrapped her fingers around March's wrists, guiding and moving her arms.
"Technically, it's just you. This is just my domain."
Stopping in her tracks, March felt her hands hover above her crotch and her breasts. Nervously quivering, a flash of indecent thoughts flashed through her mind, not entirely her own. She saw her desires towards Stelle manifest, pulled from the deepest recesses of her mind—desires she had sworn to never act upon, lest things would become awkward.
"I have seen your deepest desires, March. Even those."
Under Evernight's influence, it was as if her desires were pulled to the front of her mind, like a fish caught on a line. Trying to suppress the images, the more she tried, the more clear it became. Feeling her body burn hot, rigid chains made of a crystalline material wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Made up from purple, pink and blue hues, a pristine sheen appeared on the surface, when light caught it.
Feeling the aching tightness around her joints, the chains were neither hot nor cold, matching her body temperature perfectly. Only their pressure proved they were real. Fastened to the ceiling, and to thin air, they appeared unnaturally slack.
With Evernight standing in front of her, her index finger on her chin, and looking March up and down, she tried to wrestle herself out of her restraints.
"You never imagined memoria could be used in such a way, did you March?"
Evernight smiled and moved ever closer.
Stretching her arm, she graced March's face, sending waves of repressed memories through March's mind once more, caressing her face with light touches of her finger tips.
Feeling her face burn from embarrassment, March turned away, something Evernight picked up on. Grabbing March's chin, she tilted her chin upwards, straining March's neck under the forceful hold. Evernight smiled at the sight.
"I've barely touched your, and you're already glowing," she said, her words sickly sweet. Letting go of March's chin, she traced the throat and neck with her index finger, slowly moving closer to March's chest.
Her stomach tightened with anticipation, images of Stelle flooding her mind. Images of scenes she had imagined with Stelle, and scenes entirely new to herself. Trying to squeeze her thighs together, she was instantly denied by the chains, pulling her legs further apart, causing her to lose her balance.
Despite being bound, she braced for the impact, only to find herself hovering a few inches above the ground, her arms and legs spread apart.
Closing the distance, Evernight placed a hand on one of March's soft yet modest mounds, cupping the side of March's face with the other. Mere inches from her face, Evernight lowered her voice to a whisper, the breathy voice caressing March's ears, causing her to shiver.
"You can't be doing that on your own, March."
She felt Evernight squeeze her hand on top of March's still clothed chest, causing her body to jolt, betraying her attempts to remain calm. Seeing through her cracks, Evernight placed her knee between March's thighs.
March watched as Evernight's faces changed from being in control, to being surprised, settling back in a smirk. She had found out.
"It seems like someone is enjoying their time with herself."
"S-shut up."
Squirming in the chains, March tried to keep her composure as Evernight rubbed her thigh against her crotch. A wet patch had already formed on her underwear, and the teasing only caused it to grow larger.
Letting go of March's breast, Evernight let her finger glide across her clothes, her nail catching on buttons and seams.
"Let's get these off, shall we?"
Holding the back of March's head, Evernight carefully pulled on the blue tie on March's stomach, as if March herself would come undone if she pulled too hard. Feeling her clothes slowly grow looser, March tried to wiggle herself out of it, with no success.
With a final pull, the blue jacket opened up and slid down March's arms, no longer being kept up. Smiling to herself, Evernight used the same hand to play with the golden buttons, keeping the shirt underneath closed.
"Shall we see what you're hiding underneath?"
Offering no resistance, March remained silent, as Evernight—with an ease that almost appeared practised—meticulously pushed each button through the narrow hole in the clothes.
"Not that it's a surprise or anything," Evernight's voice cooed.
Feeling the shirt being pulled apart, March felt the slightly cooler air from inside the train car hit her skin. Goosebumps covered her bare chest, and she felt her nipples seize up slightly.
Not wearing any bra, only the slight fabric of her shirt kept her nipples covered, despite them clearly swelling under the clothes.
"You don't normally wear a bra, do you March?"
"Shut up, of course I do…"
Her voice tapered into a low, barely audible mumbling as she tried to remains calm. She didn't even know where she was or how Evernight were able to appear—and now she had begun undressing her.
Still holding on to the back of March's head, Evernight slid her hand underneath her shirt, using her hand to cover March's entire breast, her fingers denting the soft, pillowy flesh under the touch. A jolt ran through March's body, when Evernight lightly began massaging her breast, the palm of her hand brushing against her erect nipple.
Holding in an involuntary moan, her voice came out as a yelp from the surprise stimulation. Unable to look Evernight in her eyes, March continued to brave the pleasure she felt from the teasing. Each brush caused her body to jerk, betraying the cool composure she tried to hold on to.
She heard a soft chuckle coming from Evernight, and from the corner of her eyes, she noticed a smirk.
"No need to hold back, sweetie. I already know all your weak points."
Before March had a chance to respond, Evernight pulled back her hand from under the shirt, pushing the fabric aside, revealing the naked chest entirely. Running the tip of her index finger across her skin, a trail of goosebumps followed closely by as she moved further down her body.
"Hold on, Evernight—"
With her gloved fingers, Evernight pulled on the hem of the skirt, running a finger along the fabric until she found a zipper, hearing the pull tab jingle against the slider body. Pulling down the zipper slowly, the skirt became loose around March's hips, until it slid down her legs, revealing her underwear.
No, she'll see—
Wearing a pair of white panties, March tried her best to squeeze her legs together, trying to hide the modest bulge forming. Stopped by the taut chains, she barely managed to hide her embarrassment, let alone touch her legs together. The colour of her face, exploded into varying degrees of red as she felt the embarrassment reach its boiling point.
Guiding her hand to March's crotch, Evernight cupped and gently caressed back and forth, brushing against March's bulge with each pass.
Her hips bucked each time Evernight brushed against her a little harder than before, causing her dick to grow ever so slightly harder under the stimulus.
This is too much—
Panting, March fought to stay composed, to stay calm. But just as she was about to succumb to Evernight's touch, it stopped.
"I must say, you're giving me some great reactions March, but I wonder how long you'll last with the plans I have."
Evernight began pulling her hand to herself, letting March breathe a sigh of relief.
Finally, that's over.
But she had barely been allowed to finish her thought, before she felt Evernight's touch against her bulge. This time, she didn't appear content with caressing the prize she sought, but take a more active role in the teasing.
Using her index finger and thumb, she grabbed the semi-erect dick hiding under the fabric of the panties between them. Squeezing March between her fingers, Evernight moved her free hand to one of March's breasts, gently kneading it between her fingers.
Unable to move her arms and legs, March instinctively began rolling her hips as the pleasure began to rise deep inside of her.
"There, that's a good girl," Evernight's sultry voice quietly sang. "But let's see what we're working with."
Hooking her fingers on the edge of the panties, Evernight cautiously pulled them to the side, as to not scratch March's precious privates with her nailed gloves. Released from its restrictive underwear, March's petite balls and equally petite—yet semi hard—shaft sprang into view.
"I adore how tiny you are March."
Wait, aren't we the same?
She wrapped a few fingers around the small shaft, moving her hand along it's short length to the best of her ability. Each stroke revealed the very top of the pink tip hiding behind the excess skin. A small bead of arousal formed at the tip, showing off March's growing arousal.
"There, now you're ready for the fun to begin."
Before she had a chance to respond, March felt the chains around her ankles pull her upwards, as the hairs on her neck stood up, feeling as if she was about to fall on her back. Caught by the chains around her wrists, however, she simply remained suspended in the middle of the room, hovering a few feet above the floor, lying flat.
Trying to orientate herself, she momentarily lost sight of Evernight, until she noticed her standing by one of her desks in her room.
What is she doing?
As if she heard March's thoughts—at this point something very likely—she turned around and gave March a devious smile, her thoughts most likely going over the things she was about to put March through.
She grabbed a tray, one she had littered with an array of red, wax candles in varying heights, and sauntered in March's direction, almost like a model on a catwalk.
Sprawled above the floor, March's shirt was still wide open, and her panties were pulled to the side, fully exposing a twitch from her dick, here and there.
Raising her other arm slightly, Evernight snapped her fingers, and in a flash, March felt the cool room against her entire body, when her clothes had disappeared, along with Evernight's snap.
"What did you do?!"
"Oh please. You know as well as I do, that wearing clothes while doing that is difficult. So I just… Removed your clothes and folded them neatly on the bed. See?"
She pointed towards the bed, where the clothes had indeed been folded neatly, her panties even having been laid out for all to see.
Is that really necessary?
Click.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something clicking, and as she whipped her head around to see what it was, she was met with Evernight holding a red candle in her hand, and a lighter in the other.
March swallowed, nervously aware where the situation were likely to lead.
Keeping her eyes locked with the candle, Evernight felt the intense, and somewhat pleading gaze, from March.
"Do you know what this is, March?"
"It's a wax candle…" she responded, a slight quiver in her voice as she spoke.
"It is, but not any kind of candle. This is a special made candle, one where the wax melts at a much lower temperature. Do you know why?"
March hesitated. She had a pretty good guess, but didn't want to say it out loud.
So that it doesn't hurt the person it's poured on.
"Indeed. So that it doesn't hurt the person it's poured on."
Huh? Did she read my mind?
Either she was purposefully ignoring March's thoughts, or what she said was a fluke—in any case, March watched as Evernight raised her hand. Holding the candle steady, Evernight's expression showed concentration, and restraint. If something was wrong, March let out a brief sigh of relief.
She felt a glance from Evernight, followed by a knowing smirk. March felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise once more, when she watched as Evernight returned her gaze to the candle, slowly beginning to tilt her hand.
A few drops of wax trickled down the side, making Evernight snicker with anticipation.
"There we go," Evernight said, playfully and teasing in her tone.
She let a few more drops trickle, some reaching the bottom edge of the candle, seizing up as they cooled down enough from the surface of the wax candle.
Thanking the Aeons that the wax didn't reach her, March watched the displeased look on Evernight's face. She tried to hide her smile, but her mood suddenly turned when Evernight smiled, and tilted her hand slightly more.
"Hmm, that won't do, let's try this instead."
As she turned her hand, drops of wax began pouring over the side, quickly trickling down towards the edge, rolling over the previously hardened wax, dropping down on March's skin with eagerness.
Expecting a searing pain, March winced and instinctively recoiled, but held in place due to the chains. Confusion washed over her face as the pain was much less intense than she expected.
It hurts, but it's… bearable?
Another cascade of wax hit her skin, and this time she was better prepared for the pain she felt.
Okay, I can do this.
As the wax kept hitting her stomach, she could tell Evernight moved her hand around above her stomach, each drop hitting an untouched patch of skin. Slowly creeping further up her body, March felt more and more sensitive to the wax, each drop feeling hotter than the previous one.
"Hmm. It seems like you're getting used to the wax now. That means you should be ready."
"Hah, is this all it is? I can deal with a little bit of heat. Sorry to disappoint you, Evernight."
"Oh sweetie, you think this is it?"
Continuing up her torso, Evernight tilted the candle slightly back, letting only a few drops of wax hit the cleft between her breasts.
Caught off guard, March involuntarily yelped, as the wax hit her more sensitive skin, feeling a stronger pain than before. Drop, after agonizingly slow drop, the wax hit her chest, each time causing a slightly stronger pain. She must've grimaced, because Evernight stared at her face, licking her lips at the reactions she was witnessing.
"There's the reaction I'm looking for, thank you my dear March."
Briefly, the wax halted it's assault on her sensitive skin. And just when she felt safe, and she thought it was over, she felt another drop hit her body, this time travelling up, one of her breasts. Inching closer and closer to the rosy pink peak, the wax became a stinging pain, getting harder to handle.
Wait, she's not going to…?
Panic began spreading through her mind, erratically trying to break free from the memoria-made chains, but to no avail. She was securely bound.
"Stop the Evernight, this is too much for—"
A jolt of pleasure mixed with pain, sparked through her body as her mind tried its hardest to separate the two, which had intertwined too strongly. Surging down her body, she felt as if her short length was intimately connected with the peaks of her breasts, as a small twitch in her privates told the real story.
"Right about now, your body should be confusing the pain with pleasure, and the pleasure with pain. You won't be able to separate the two much longer, and your body with get turned on by the smallest scratch, or the tiniest touch."
No, this isn't what I want!
Scarcely had she finished her thought, before feeling another drop of wax, hit the other side of the pink nip. Another surge of confused pleasure ran through her body, this time causing a small erection, standing at attention at the pleasure. Or was it pain?
Drop after drop, Evernight kept pouring wax around March's nipples, each hit making March convulse harder and harder under the sensation.
The clear arousal poured from the tip of the modest curve of her length, running down the short length, following the shape of her well-maintained balls.
"It seems like you're enjoying the pain March. Were you always like this?"
"No! I wasn't…"
Her voice trailed off in uncertainty, as she began questioning herself. She'd never tried it, but pain had never been something she wanted. Was it?
"It doesn't matter anyways, we're almost done."
Evernight's voice had remained soft yet demanding through the whole exchange. Catching her breath from the momentary relief from the wax, March watched as Evernight carefully held the candle above March still, trying not to spill prematurely.
When she reached her stomach, she continued further along her body, suddenly stopping in front of her crotch. March felt her eyes widen, as realization suddenly dawned on her. But it was too late.
Raising her hand above March's crotch, Evernight tilted her hand once more, letting drops of wax hit March's well-trimmed pubic mound, just north of her sensitive parts.
Violently twitching, the nearby pain seeped into her body as pleasure, stimulating from the outside in. Tears of confusion welled up in the corner of March's eyes, nervous about the reality that her body seemed to enjoy this pain.
"You're doing so well, March. Just a little more, and you'll be done."
The dripping continued, carefully avoiding hitting her modest size directly. Feeling a clench in her abdomen, March began to whimper at the arousal she felt, as the pleasure began building up.
Instinctively bucking her hips, March felt her body climb closer and closer to its peak, preparing for the final spurt.
Seeing March slowly roll her hips, as if humping the air while bound by chains, made Evernight let out a chuckle.
"Look at you. So against the idea, and now you're humping the air as if you were mating. But I'll help you live out your dream, dear March. I'll take you to your peak."
With her free hand, Evernight pressed a finger against the crown of March's twitching shaft, forcing it down along her abdomen. The clear liquid poured from the tip, pooling on March's stomach. Blushing at the sight, March looked away.
Moving the candle closer, Evernight began tilting the candle, letting a single drop of wax fall towards March. Hitting her own finger, pressed against the underside of March's modest size.
"Hmm, slightly off. Let's try that again."
After adjusting, Evernight let a few more drops fall towards March's shaft, this time hitting its mark.
Feeling the intense heat radiating from the wax, March felt her entire lower body clench, as the pleasure had crown too big to bear. Surging through her body, it convulsed and contracted, as a stream of white shot from the tip of her erection, rope after rope shooting across her own stomach and chest.
Shaking from the climax, her seed pooled on her belly, slowly dribbling down the side with every controlled breath she took.
Embarrassed and unsure how to react, tears welled up in her eyes, managing to control herself from sobbing loudly. Patches of wax fell off her skin, leaving red blemishes as evidence of the heat.
She wanted to run her hands across her skin to soothe the pain, but was forced to deal with the tingling sensation of the pain.
"Oh sweet March, it's okay. Your brain is just confused from why it felt good from pain, but it will pass. I promise."
Leaning down, she kissed March on her forehead, before she rested her head on her sternum, listening to the fast-beating heart, deep in March's chest.
"You know March, I'm still a little frustrated. I hope you don't mind helping me a little longer," her voice sang, teasing and devilish at the same time. If she could, March would've gestured to the chains around her appendages.
Lifting her head back up, Evernight turned and walked towards March's lower half, tracing a finger ever so gently along the skin, avoiding March's previous desires on her stomach. Making a gesture with her other hand, March felt the chains around her ankles beginning to pull, spreading her legs further apart, and raising her lower half slightly.
"There's something you've always wanted to try, wasn't there March?"
Turning her head as a rush of pink flushed across her face, she knew exactly what Evernight was referring to.
"Ever since you happened to see Stelle change clothes, I know what you've been thinking on those late nights, March. What do you think Stelle would say, if she knew?"
Yeah, I knew she'd bring that up.
It had been like any other day. She had forgotten why, but she needed to go get Stelle because she was needed. Finding the door to her newly decorated room open, she happened to walk in without knocking, and just then, she heard the sound of someone getting out of a bath.
Curious, March had peeked inside the bathroom, and seen Stelle wearing nothing, unknowingly showing off her most privates to March.
Ever since, March had found herself entranced by the view, embarrassingly pleasured herself to Stelle's naked body on her lonesome, every time feeling the yearn towards doing something about it.
Forced out of her own memory, March felt a hand around her semi-erect dick, gently caressing it.
"It seems like you do remember, your dick began swelling as you recalled the image of Stelle. Very cute."
Still coated in her own desires, it was relatively easy for Evernight to stroke March as she carefully examined every reaction she let show.
"But, I've teased you enough. Time for the final act."
Taking a step back, Evernight closed her eyes, and in the next instant, stood stark naked in front of March's lower half, like her mirror reflection. Only two differences were to be found; Her red, uncaring iris and the lack of anything between her legs.
"I can't do much like this though, but I do have a solution."
She brought her other hand to her crotch, making a fist before a glowing light emitted from inside her closed hand. Moments later, she began to extend her hand away from her, leaving a trail of light behind, that persisted and turned into a solid object. A harness appeared around her waist, where the solid object morphed into the shape of a dick.
Glowing slightly, the length appeared to have been made from the same material as the chains around March's hand and ankles, made from memoria.
"There we go."
Placing her hands on March's hips, Evernight brought herself closer, the tip of the dildo strapped to herself, poking March's ass.
Feeling something against her tightness, March began to worry slightly, never having taken anything with her ass before. Trying to wiggle out of the situation, Evernight took a firmer grip around March's hips.
"Steady now, March. We don't want you to hurt yourself. Look at this, as practice for when you get with Stelle."
Calming down slightly, March imagined herself with Stelle, in the same situation. With a timid nod, she looked Evernight deep in her eyes.
"Please… Just be gentle."
"Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of hurting you March."
Adjusting herself to a more comfortable position, Evernight took off her glove, and ran her hand through what was left of the lust on March's stomach. Still slippery, she brought it to March's opening.
"Take a deep breath, and relax."
March did as she was told.
Taking in a deep breath, she readied herself for whatever new sensation she would experience, imagining herself with Stelle, how it was something she truly desired. It would've been great to let that be her first experience, but this was also fine—
As she breathed out through her nose, she felt one of Evernight's fingers penetrate her rear, going deeper and deeper inside of her with a surprising ease. Slightly startled, she tried to adjust to the new sensation, much to Evernight's displeasure.
"Ah-ah. I told you to relax March. You're squeezing too hard around my finger. Try and relax your whole body, the chains will hold you."
Still feeling Evernight's finger inside of her, she let her whole body relax, letting herself sink into the chain's embrace.
"There we go, much better."
She felt Evernight begin to slide her finger deeper into her rear, before pulling out slightly, pushing back in before it was the whole way out. Gradually getting used to the strange sensation, March naturally began to relax a little more.
Sticking in another finger, Evernight continued to tease March's entrance, making sure her fingers were slick enough to not be uncomfortable, listening to the quiet moaning of pleasure from March.
Feeling satisfied with her efforts, she pulled back her hand and brought it to her mouth. Letting some of her saliva drip into the palm of her hand, she wrapped her hand around the dildo, lubing it up with her make-shift lube.
Feeling the tip prod her entrance once more, March took a deep breath, feeling all her muscles tense up. The anticipation and anxiety mixed together, as her heartbeat picked up speed.
Exhaling, she felt her body relax, as the rest of the dildo plunged inside of her, spreading her rear open as it pushed deeper. Letting out a small yelp, March clenched her fists, as the surreal sensation washed over her.
Her breathing became erratic, as she tried to remain in control, but the pleasure slowly took over.
"Well done, March. You're doing amazingly."
Hearing the encouraging words eased up March, feeling a little more comfortable.
"I'm gonna start moving, so stay relaxed, breathe deeply and enjoy the ride."
Pulling back, Evernight slowly began rolling her hips, pulling out of March, before slowly inserting the length of the memoria dildo again. Slow and steady movements, helped March get used to the sensation.
"Is it feeling okay?"
Simply nodding, March tried to look for other places to focus, as to not die of embarrassment. But unexpectedly, Evernight took this as the go-ahead to pick up speed.
"Very well~"
Going faster now, March could feel the tip, slide back and forth deep inside of her. It was an experience unlike any other she had tried before.
Focusing breathing deeply, and on relaxing her body, her mind let her focus on the sensation. And just as she was getting used to the feeling, she was suddenly caught off guard by a jolt of pleasure she hadn't felt before.
She looked to Evernight, slightly shocked, who simply smiled in her direction. Saying nothing, March felt how she shifted her position, the strap angled slightly upwards now.
Barely had she asked herself why? before the reason became clear.
Feeling the tip of the strap scrape against her insides, the very tip of the strap pressed against the same, sensitive spot deep inside. Her dick happily twitched with every movement against her prostate, yet seemingly unable to swell from the pleasure she was feeling.
Letting out a loud moan, she was caught off guard by the sensation, trying to wiggle away from the direct pleasure. The clear liquid poured from the tip of her small size, flung everywhere from bouncing from the constant thrusting from Evernight. Grabbing firmly onto March's hips, Evernight kept her in place and under control.
"Be a good girl and finish properly for me, March."
Her sweet expression and kind treatment had all but vanished from her person. Evernight began picking up speed, hitting March on her prostate with bigger and more direct force with every thrust.
Overwhelmed by the urge to pee, March looked down her body to see where Evernight were connected with her, watching as precum kept pouring from her dick, stimulated by the teasing of her prostate.
"Evernight, please stop, I need a moment to—"
"No. I want you to finish for me, then I'll be satisfied."
Feeling a vortex of different emotions, her tightening core warned her of the building climax. Hearing Evernight's words, caused her body to heat up, relentlessly urging her on to let go of everything and enjoy the bliss that would surely follow.
Moaning and panting, she began to tense up, as the pleasure had become too much to bear. Bucking her hips, she began grunting, music to Evernight's ears.
"Yes, let it happen March, be a good girl for me."
In that instant, March felt her body give out, as a climax washed over her, and roped of her seed poured out from the tip of her dick. Flying everywhere, March coated her entire body in her own seed, still being stimulated by Evernight.
Overtaken by an intense orgasm, her vision began turning white, hearing Evernight's voice fade away.
"Good girl, March."
⎯⎯ ✧⎯⎯
Startled, March woke up, flustered and her cheeks warm to the touch.
Catching her breath, she scanned her surroundings, her memory slowly coming back to her, recalling where she currently was.
Outside her windows, Aedes Elysiae had fallen quiet. Only the faint sound of the pristine water, brushing against the lakeside, could be heard from the home that Cyrene had called 'home'.
After a tearful and heartfelt reunion, the three Nameless had been offered to have a rest at the Sacrement Courtyard, the lone building which Cyrene had made took up temporary residence. Big enough to house all three of them, it was no problem finding a vacant room.
Still wearing the same clothes she was wearing after her and Evernight had "merged", March found herself in the bed she had thrown herself on to, the day prior.
Taking herself to her head, she let out a sigh of relief.
"So it was just a dream."
Running her hand through her hair, she prepared herself to get out of bed, but just as she was about to throw her legs over the side of the bed, she felt something uncomfortable.
Removing her blanket to get a better view, she saw how a big wet spot had formed around her lower body, soaking into the sheets she was lying on.
Lifting her skirt, she realized she had been the reason of the wet spot, her dream having been so vivid and erotic, she had had an orgasm in her sleep—or by the looks of it, multiple.
Just as she was taking in the scene of her own juices covering herself and her bed, there was a knock on the door from outside. It was Stelle calling out for her.
"March, are you awake? We need to get a move on. March?"
She panicked, not wanting to be discovered like this. How would she hide the fact her bed was soiled? Flustered, she called out a response.
"Just a minute! I'm not wearing clothes, give me ten minutes!"
Not wanting to wear her soiled underwear, she pulled off the white panties and threw them to the side. She didn't know if they would come back, or what would happen, but that wasn't important right now.
Straightening her skirt, she felt a cool air caressing her privates, completely exposed to the elements.
Her face flushed at the thought of going without underwear, but she had little choice. The chances of anyone finding out was low, right?
Feeling ready, she rushed to the door and opened it to be greeted by Dan Heng and Stelle on the other side. She hid her embarrassment behind her usual cheer.
"Okay, I'm ready~"
"Took you long enough."
"Hey! Pretty girls need their beauty sleep, you know!"
The three playfully bickered, finally reunited. And wearing nothing underneath her skirt, March and the others set off to continue their Trailblazing mission.