Ember half-stumbles after Ishaza, still led by the hand, her gaze fixed firmly on Ishaza's heart-shaped ass. Every sway of her hips and tail pulls Ember deeper and deeper under the spell of her body, and the occasional glimpses of her sex from behind just lure her on all the more. Ishaza might as well have her tail buried in Ember's sex for all that it serves as a leash for her.

  After a few steps more, Ember finally colpses into a stack of heavy sandbags id out like pillows in a deep bowl. She's still completely nude, and her body's wracked with feverish heat and half-visions of shimmering lights. Not far away, in a stone-id room, another white fme burns —

  "Stay here," Ishaza says. "I will know if you leave. And try not to sg anything." She strokes a hand through Ember's hair, and the feeling of heat falters, seeming to struggle against a pressing bnket of satisfaction. The touch lingers in her memory, almost a caress…

  Ember sighs out hard, and crosses her arms over her chest, feeling suddenly too cold — but she manages a nod to Ishaza and an uncertain smile. "I - I'll be fine." The heat's coming back as soon as it went, spiralling up from her sex to fill her body with aching need and hollowness. Fuck it's hard not to just jump Ishaza again with her nude body on dispy like this. Not that she expects that would go well for her.

  Ishaza nods, and departs, that heart-shaped ass of hers disappearing around a corner as she goes to fetch Maeve and Fianna.

  Ember ys back against the rough burp of the sandbags, and closes her eyes. The fme behind her eyelids, bright white, dances closer, closer — followed by the soft pad of bare feet on the stone floor.

  Ember looks up, and sees Camellia — wholly nude as well, with a slight smile on her face and a healthy flush all over her skin, wickedness alight in her eyes. Oh. Oh, thank you Ishaza, what a wonderful consotion prize.

  "So you made it," Camellia says, her smile widening to a grin. "I think I know just what to do to celebrate." Her gaze alights on Ember's breasts, then slips down to her pussy. Ember can almost see the fantasy in Camellia's head with how much hungry intent she's eyefucking her. No doubt she's giving Camellia the exact same look. Why hide it? Anything else would be a lie.

  Ember beckons, and Camellia sits across the bowl on the pile of sandbags. She seems a little taller, her skin a little clearer, a healthy flush suffusing her whole body. As Ember's gaze roves down to Camellia's sex, she sees in passing a faint light emanating from the center of Camellia's chest. She's gorgeous. The fire in her's crifying her, distilling her down. She seems more herself than ever.

  "You look fucking hot," Ember says, more candor than she meant to share spilling from her lips. "I want to taste you." It's simple, clear, obvious. A body like Camellia's is meant to be felt.

  "I want to taste you too," Camellia murmurs back, her voice husky and full of heat. She meets Ember's gaze and holds it, her intent beyond clear. Goddess yes, her first time after Kindling. It's going to be incredible, she's sure of it.

  Ember sprawls out on the sandbags, her hair a wild mess without its butterfly hairpin. She beckons Camellia again, and spreads her legs wide, putting her sex on full dispy. There's no fear, no hesitation, only the thrill of the chase.

  Camellia crawls over, pauses teasingly, then comes to a decision and lowers her tongue to Ember's sex. The barest touch sends an intense shock of pleasure through Ember, and the taste of strawberries rises in her mouth as she grinds up against Camellia's questing lips. Every inch of her sex sings to her, a dozen times more intense than she's used to and yet somehow not enough to cause her to orgasm. "Fuck, Camellia…" She pants out a high note and presses Camellia in closer.

  Camellia moans in reply and rolls her tongue in deeper. She finds the best motions quickly, effortlessly, and Ember grinds her head into her pussy with one hand, controlling her, the stiff feeling of feathers stark under her fingertips. They don't matter. Nothing matters but the waves of excruciating pleasure emanating from her sex. It feels like she and Camellia are melting together, becoming one, and Ember clutches Camellia closer than close, feeling her as if she were a part of her own body.

  Camellia's eyes close in concentration, and she reaches up to take Ember's hand in hers. The connection burns, fme in her touch, and a jolt of sweet electricity leaps up from Ember's hand to earth itself in her brain and drives a moan from her mouth. Goddess, is that what holding hands is like now — not important. What's important is that she reaches back.

  Ember grabs, digging in her nails hard, and a wave of fme passes over both girls, leaving them both unburnt — but the beds of Ember's nails light up as if there were hot coals behind them, and stay. Camellia gasps, and her tongue on Ember's sex hastens a little. She's feeling it too.

  Another shock of pleasure drives the sight from Ember's mind as Camellia's tongue slides over her clit, and suddenly she realizes that she's about to come. A twinge of fear goes through her as she realizes that the pleasure can go even brighter, even more intense, sharper than she can handle —

  But Camellia drives her tongue on as if possessed, hitting every nerve precisely, perfectly, making the connection sing, and Ember's body is suddenly too hot, too needy, craving it like a fire craves fuel —

  There's no need for words. She just wants it, and Camellia redoubles her efforts and drives her over the edge. The pleasure blots out everything, searing white, her whole body being consumed by it, and Ember keens out a high, tortured note as her brain short-circuits with pleasure —

  And then crashes back to earth, Camellia's face still buried between her legs, her body shivery and shaky from the incredible stimution.

  "H-hhhhhh holy shit."

  Camellia opens golden eyes, looks up at her and grins.

  Ember chuckles, faint relief going through her — but nowhere near enough to satisfy. After only a moment, she pushes Camellia's head back down.

  "Again," she orders, her voice low and rough with need.

  Camellia returns to Ember's sex, kissing and pping once more, her tongue rolling over Ember's folds and clit — and Ember feels, simultaneously, fingers inside her as Camellia jills herself off as she eats Ember out —

  She can feel her. She can feel Camellia. The realization itself is enough to shock another orgasm out of the pair of them, their minds blending together through the connection of skin — but it's not enough, not nearly enough. They need more. They need to learn everything, from the electricity when their hands touch to the white-hot bliss of orgasm —

  Ember and Camellia have the realization simultaneously, and as one they reach out to touch each other with the fme. Sandbags fuse to gss beneath them as they pour raw pleasure back and forth across their connection, needing nothing more than to come and come and come and come —

  Pleasure crashes over them, and drowns everything else. There are a million sensations to explore, and neither of them wants this to ever end.

  Timeless eons of bliss pass, in exploration and joy and sheer sensation.

  Neither of them knows how long it's been when Maeve enters the room. Neither of them are capable of words by that point. All they know is that now there is a third fme in their midst. A third body capable of pleasure. A third self. And they have ideas.

  They fall on her like a pair of wolves on a hock of meat. Maeve doesn't resist. She wants this too. She needs this too. She had made a promise to wait for Fianna — but it doesn't matter, not when this is on offer. It's a trivial thing now. An inconvenience, nothing more. Fianna will understand. They all know that Fianna will understand.

  Bliss crashes over them again, and they drown together in it for another eternity.

  Then a fourth fme enters the room.

  "What the hell are you girls doing?" Fianna's voice is sharp, angry. She's as nude as the rest of them, her arms folded over her chest in a tight criss-cross.

  Ember looks up from where she had her tongue buried in Maeve's pussy. Maeve and Camellia look over at once with her.

  "Sex?" All three girls say it at once, in unison, as if it were inconceivable that they should be doing anything else.

  "Maeve!" Fianna scowls at her partner. "You promised me that you'd wait — "

  Maeve pulls away from Ember and Camellia, and the connection suddenly breaks. All three girls are once again only themselves — for the moment.

  "It's not my fault," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "These two — seduced me while I was in a vulnerable state."

  Ember rubs her forehead. "That's — Seriously?" She looks between the two girls and scowls herself. "That sure worked as an excuse for me when I fucked you, huh?" The sudden anger in her hisses and boils, and she steps between Fianna and Maeve. "It's your fault if you fucked up, Maeve, just like it was my fault when I fucked you."

  Maeve crosses the room and leans in, sneering into Ember's face. "Bold words from a woman who pulled me into an orgy without even asking if I wanted to fuck her."

  "Get away from her," Camellia says, stepping in to defend Ember. "I'm sure we can settle this like reasonable people. Listen to yourself, you're not acting rationally —"

  "Oh, so now you're taking her side?" Maeve scowls at Camellia as well. "Come on, you could be a little more subtle about it —"

  "Everyone shut up!" Fianna snaps out. "This is between me and Maeve, stop making it about yourselves."

  Ishaza raps her tail on the floor, and all four students turn towards her, anger on every one of their faces —

  "Remember your lessons." Ishaza's voice is quiet, mild. She stares all four students down with no fear in her eyes. "Irrational anger is a common side effect of kindling. Calm yourselves. None of you are thinking straight right now. That includes you, Camellia."

  A sudden feeling of dread falls over the whole group. Ishaza's stern countenance brooks no dissent.

  Her cool grey gaze goes from Fianna and Maeve to Ember and Camellia. "All of you. Take deep breaths. Do your control meditations. This need not be solved in the next five minutes."

  Reluctantly, Ember sits off to one side and tries to focus. It's strange. She doesn't feel like her thoughts are clouded. She just feels angry, because… Because Maeve accused her of her own failure…

  Ember takes a deep breath and forces the thought away. It doesn't matter. It's between Fianna and Maeve, anyway, not her. She sneaks a peek across the pit of sandbags at Fianna and Maeve, and catches them gring daggers at each other.

  "Calm," Ishaza says. "Ember, Camellia, I would like you two to retire to separate rooms while I attend to Maeve and Fianna. There are personal rooms just down the hall. It is the same arrangement as your previous dormitories. Go. Rest. Take time to think about your actions. Don't masturbate; it won't be satisfying until I teach you how to do it properly now that you're kindled. Try to stay calm."

  Ember takes a shaky breath, nods, and goes down the hall to one of the personal rooms. She shuts the heavy stone door behind her, lowers the steel bar, and ys down on an uncomfortable stone bed id down with sandbags. There is a high skylight above her that lets in a trace of light, but the quarters are altogether more depressing than her st rooms.

  Calm.

  She's got to be calm…

  Her hand slips down to her pussy.