Ember presses in close, and kisses Camellia softly. Though at first her kisses are tender, the building heat inside her drives her onward, and steadily her kisses deepen and deepen. She slips a hand up Camellia’s skirt to cup her ass, and Camellia lets out a little startled squeak.

  Ember pulls back a little and looks into Camellia’s eyes. “Too fast?” God it’s hard to stay slow when her pussy’s screaming to be filled.

  Camellia looks away and shakes her head. “No, um. Just a little bit surprising. Please, go on.” The tips of her ears are turning deep pink.

  Ember nods, and kisses Camellia again, hungry and deep, her other hand bracing her against the bedstead. Camellia’s book falls to the floor as she shifts in and starts to nibble her way down Camellia’s neck.

  “I… ah! Oh, gosh, wow,” Camellia giggles and pulls Ember in closer. “My, you’re frisky today.”

  Ember blushes and pulls back, despite the need deep in her core. She’s got to be considerate, she did lessons about this — “I can slow down if you want, I just… I want to celebrate both of us having made it through the worst of things. There’s still a ways to go, but we made it through the kindling and we’re both still here, and that’s worth celebrating.”

  Camellia gives Ember a soft smile. “Ah. Alright. I think I can match that mood, if I try. I’m still a little worried about you, but… if you want to celebrate, I can put that aside.”

  Ember takes Camellia’s hand in hers, and bows her head and kisses the top of it. She exhales hard, pushing the heat in her away. “Please don’t worry,” she says. “Ishaza says it’s only a mild case of firesign, and didn’t seem very concerned when I spoke to her about it. I bet it happens to a lot of aspirants. It’s okay, Camellia. I really, genuinely think we’ll be fine.”

  Camellia looks into Ember’s eyes, and lets out a breath. “Alright. I guess you’re right: Ishaza did say it happens to one in three aspirants or so when I asked her about it, so you’re not far wrong. I trust you.” She smiles, and leans in and kisses Ember’s nose. “Now, then, if you want to speed things up…” Her hands come in and settle firmly on Ember’s ass. “I think we can manage that.”

  Ember ughs, and kisses Camellia again, a little deeper. Finally. Finally she’s going to get what she wants. Her hands slip up and bunch Camellia’s blouse up above her breasts, and Ember dips her head to kiss and lick at Camellia’s right nipple.

  “Ah…” Camellia closes her eyes and sighs out a soft breath. “Ember…”

  “Camellia.” The word is a low purr from Ember’s mouth, warm with promise of more. Ember kisses slowly down Camellia’s breast and along her ribs to settle her lips against her right hip. “Mind if I get this out of the way?” Despite her minced words, Ember grabs a firm handful of Camellia’s skirt.

  Camellia ughs, but nods. “Go ahead, hungry girl.”

  Ember pulls down Camellia’s skirt and panties together, in one motion, and with a shift of Camellia’s hips to get the position, cims Camellia’s sex with her tongue. She tastes wonderful, the same light peach fvour as st time spilling over Ember’s tongue.

  “Ah!” Camellia startles, then settles her hands in Ember’s hair and guides her patiently up to her clit. “Slow, soft licks,” she instructs. “I still need some warmup.”

  Ember nods, and starts pping at Camellia’s clit, slow and steady. Though she wants to speed up so much she knows better than to ignore what Camellia herself requested. It’s maddening keeping the pace, though, and she finds a hand slipping between her own legs to caress and stroke herself even as she eats Camellia out. She needs something, anything, to satisfy this need deep in her core —

  Slowly, Camellia’s breath starts to get heavier and rushier, her curvaceous body tensing with every p at her pussy. If only she could still do the sense-sharing that happened the first time, then she would know exactly what Camellia’s feeling. The thought of it makes a shiver of pleasure run down her spine.

  Nonetheless, Ember presses on, stroking herself as she ps over Camellia’s clit. Slowly, her own rhythm starts to break down a little, her instinct to speed up taking over, and she starts pping more rapidly at Camellia’s sex.

  Camellia lets out a soft gasp as Ember speeds up, but doesn’t voice a protest: instead she buries her hands in Ember’s hair and presses her in even closer.

  Ember ps deeper and firmer, pressing in close to the valley of Camellia’s thighs, and starts to mix in gentle suckles as well: the first one she risks draws a sharp gasp from Camellia, followed by a moaned “More,” which she’s beyond happy to oblige. Her own fingers work within her sex, grinding and rubbing, working her g-spot, spurring her on with fres of heat and need.

  Before long, Camellia gasps out a high, breathy whine, her whole body arching, then pulls Ember off her clit with a shuddery sigh. “Th-thank you,” she manages, though her smile seems a little uncertain. “Um… your turn now?”

  Ember grins. “Goddess yes. Please taste me.” She slips off her own skirt and panties and lies back on the bed next to Camellia, anticipation thrumming in her heart. “I want to experience you again, like our first time all over again…” There was something there, something important, that’s not quite present here, and Ember finds herself hungry for it, needy for it, wanting to feel again what she felt two days ago.

  Dutifully, Camellia ys in between Ember’s legs, and presses her mouth to her clit. She doesn’t bother with forepy, instead moving directly to a firm, steady rhythm, her tongue pressing in with stroke after stroke. Fuck, it’s glorious. Before Camellia’s managed a dozen strokes, Ember’s thighs are tensing hard as waves of pleasure wrack her whole body. It’s intense, hot and bright and cracklingly electric, like a fme lodged in the depths of her womb spurring on a deep, hollow craving.

  “More,” Ember begs. “Please, more!”

  Camellia brushes a strand of her hair back out of her face, and keeps working away with her tongue, her guild training clear from each precise motion. The pleasure fills Ember’s whole world, a searingly white cloud of fog and sensation no thoughts return from. There’s only the moment, and goddess, is it ever wonderful.

  Ember climaxes again and again beneath Camellia’s tongue, urging her on and on and on. She loses count of how many times exactly. A dozen? Two dozen? It doesn’t matter. Only pleasure matters. She squeezes her legs around Camellia’s shoulders and gives in to orgasm again and again and again and again —

  Until, at st, the stimution falls away and she’s left panting and blown in a puddle of her own juices, her body pushed to its limits and beyond by the incredible pleasure.

  Camellia looks up at Ember and smiles. “Sorry,” she says, “but my tongue is starting to really ache. I hope that was, um, enough?”

  Ember exhales hard. She wants to grab Camellia by her shoulders and press her back between her legs for the next hour — no, the next day —

  She schools her face into a smile. “I, um… yeah, that’s okay. I don’t seem to actually… run out of libido, anymore, so if you’re tired we can stop here, I guess.”

  Camellia nods, and exhales as well. “Alright. This was… it was nice. Thank you. Could we do… something else now? Together?”

  Ember considers. She could masturbate some more. That feels… that feels very, very attractive. She’s not satisfied, not by a long shot. But… she owes this to Camellia. And she’s still missing that feeling, the feeling from the first time they were together…

  “Yeah,” Ember says at st. “Could you… could you tell me about your book, maybe? Or what happened while I was asleep?”

  Camellia smiles. “Yeah,” she says. ”I can.” She slips her feet off the bed and picks up her book from the floor, giving Ember a lovely view of her sex from behind in the process - then looks back at Ember and raises an eyebrow when she catches her staring.

  Ember flushes, embarrassed to be caught, but pointedly directs her gaze to the book in Camellia’s hands. “So, reading?” She shoves her libido down again hard, trying to focus on Camellia’s words and not her body.

  Camellia nods. “One of Valerian’s favorite smut novels — in transtion from the old tongue, of course. I’m told the original was better.” She runs a hand through her hair. “I’ve been… exploring a little. Trying variations of the masturbation technique. I think I can make it produce different kinds of sensation… But we were trying to get the topic off sex. Let me see, you were asking about this morning…”

  She purses her lips and clicks her tongue. “Well, Ishaza has been riding herd on Fianna and Maeve all day. Fianna’s breaking out in — some kind of psychosomatic scarring, I don’t know the details, it just looks nasty — and she’s also been having these fits of crying and yelling, which is… not a good sign, yes? Ishaza cancelled a lesson on sensory techniques with me just so she would have time to mediate.”

  Ember’s eyebrows jump. “Ishaza? Cancelling something…?” She hadn’t thought it was possible for her mentor to be anything less than perfect. Then again, maybe she genuinely had higher priorities…

  “That really makes me worried for Fianna…” Ember crosses her arms over her body, and lets out a long sigh. “I want to get involved, but if Ishaza’s managing it I doubt there’s anything I could do that would be more useful than what she’s able to do.”

  “I mean,” Camellia says. “You’re her friend, not her teacher. If she’s not getting support from Maeve, maybe she can get some from you? I wouldn’t get between her and Maeve, but I doubt it’d hurt to remind Fianna that other people care about her.”

  Ember nods. “That makes sense, yeah. Maybe we could go do that together, then?”

  Camellia nods, and stands up from the bed and starts taking off her blouse. “Fianna’s still having trouble managing her fire,” she says. “Don’t take the bnket. But we can go together and ask Ishaza when a good time to talk to them would be.” She slips off her blouse, ys it out on the bed, and offers her hand to Ember, incidentally fshing her breasts in the process.

  Ember drags her gaze away from the magnetic pull of Camellia’s breasts, and takes a breath. “Okay.”

  She reaches out, and takes Camellia’s hand.