AnnouncementContent Warning: Smut

  Chapter 4: Does this mean I’m gay? This doesn’t count, right? Right? Please say something! AHHH-

  I arrived at Littlehorn at midday of my second day on the road. Littlehorn was the closest proper city to Tumblewood. It was ruled by the Paragas family. As far as nobility goes, they seemed good people. Not that I ever had the chance to meet any of them in person. I'd only ever seen Lord Paragas from a distance, whenever he was staying in Tumblewood on his way to the capital. But as far as I knew he was a fair ruler. Didn't lock people up for no reason or charge exorbitant taxes.

  While Littlehorn was a city, as the name suggests, it certainly wasn't very rge. I quickly found myself stocking up on rations at a few market stalls on the small central square of the city and then started searching for an Inn to stay the night. Preferably one where I could take a bath. I loved travelling as much as the next person, but gods do people smell bad fast when they're on the road all day.

  I ended up getting an affordable room just outside the eastern city gates and soon found myself sinking into a warm wooden tub in my room. I felt the water siphon the stress from my muscles. Better not stay too long or I might not ever want to leave, I thought to myself. My eyes fluttered close as I leant back into the warm embrace. My thoughts fell back to the dreams I've been having. Last night I was spared from it, but I still couldn't help but wonder why they were happening at all. In my entire life I'd only had a handful of lucid dreams. And even those were not nearly as vivid as the st two.

  There was also something Nydia said to me. That I had 'invaded' her dream. So all that was around me that time was her fantasy? The tavern, the music, the drink? It felt a bit surreal to be honest. There was also the whole situation of me wanting to kiss real really badly. And I still felt that way every time I thought back to that moment. But... she was a real person, right? Dream or not, Nydia was not just a piece of my imagination, like Marion was. That worried me a little. Would she even... want me?

  She did dance with me and it felt like a very intimate dance, but then again, I heard about noble dancing culture being very different from the jovial, chaotic swinging-about that we vilge people were accustomed to. So maybe this sort of intimacy was normal to her? Most girls wouldn't want to kiss other girls, I'm sure. Otherwise we'd be doing it all the time! And people wouldn't be so... weird around it.

  At the boarding school there were a few dorm parties where people just kissed pretty much anyone and everyone. But even then, people still acted weird when two people of the same gender kissed. I always felt sorry for the hate they received. I never felt like it was weird. That girl I mentioned, who wore her sexuality openly? She kissed a lot of girls at those parties and I always felt... envious? Not sure whether it was because she got to kiss so many attractive people, or because she never tried to kiss me. Then again, I was in a retionship at the time. Not that I would have minded anyways. It was just a kiss, right? It was fine to kiss a little, while you're dating someone right?

  Maybe I should talk about this with someone...

  I heaved myself out of the tub and dried myself off. As I dried myself off between my legs, I suddenly thought about Marlon again. Having his hand between my thighs. A tingle started to form again. Marlon was really good with his hands. And his mouth. He always preferred using those over doing it the old-fashioned way. Maybe he was worried about me getting pregnant? I appreciated it either way. The tingle started to spread from my tummy to my crotch and I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

  Hells. It had only been two weeks or so and I was already behaving like I was in heat or something. I quickly put on a loose beige nightshirt and rolled into the bed. My entire body was still warm and I felt a new wetness building between my legs. I let out a shaky sigh and pressed my face into the pillow. Please just let me fall asleep!

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  Of course sleep didn’t come to me for hours. It was well past midnight when I found myself suddenly standing in my old dorm room. It was a small room. A bed on each side with simple, white and grey covers. A wide, low wardrobe sat below the one window and between the two beds and atop it stood a metal contraption that held a soft yellow fairy light in it.

  The bed on the right side was mine. It was a little tussled, like someone just got out of it. The bed on the left was Josefine’s. It was made and cleaned up. Wherever she was this night, it was not here. Our dorm room also had a small bathroom with a sink and a toilet in it. There was a dull light coming from underneath the door. Why would Josey make her bed just to go to the bathroom?

  My question was promptly answered as steps approached the door and it swung open. Marion shot me a confused gnce for a moment. “Why did you get up sweetheart? Or did you need to use the bathroom as well?” she asked.

  “Uhh… why are you in my dorm?” I blurted out. The look of confusion grew wider.

  “Sephie this is our dorm room? Or did you get self-aware again like that other time?” the st part came out as more of a mumble and I was probably not supposed to hear it.

  “What do you mean self-aware? I’m always self-aware!” I protested.

  Marion sighed and tugged my nightshirt. “Come on Seph, let’s go to bed. This is just a dream, remember?”

  I watched her walk over to my bed and crawl inside. I stared. Did she… want me to sleep with her? A blush rushed to my face. Wait not like that Sephie! Since when was my mind this dirty?

  “You coming Sephie?” Marion stared at me expectantly. She held one side of the bnket open for me to crawl in.

  I took a deep breath. This is just a dream. This is just a dream. None of this is real. I told myself and slipped under the covers. Marion didn’t waste a second to cling to me. She was so warm. Her head pressed against my shoulder and I felt her soft breath against my neck. Eep! That felt so… sensual!

  Marion let out a soft giggle. “That was a cute noise Seph.” Wait she heard that? Did I say all of that out loud? A faint tickle spread across my tummy and I looked down to see Marion’s hand slip under the nightshirt. Wait I didn’t wear anything underneath! Marion’s breath felt even closer and her hand stroked its way dangerously close to my breasts.

  “Marion what are you doing?” I squealed.

  “Do you want me to stop?” she growled. Her head was now practically buried in my neck and she moved the rest of her body on top of me.

  I gulped. Why was I even hesitating? Just tell her to stop; she even asked! But I… I didn’t want her to. Her hand was still waiting just below my right breast. She pulled her hand back from my neck and sat up. She looked so… hot! The tanned skin. Her slim waist and wide hips. The long bck hair that tussled down that pretty head of hers. I imagined how it would look like between my legs.

  Wait fuck no. Don’t think about that! Or do? I don’t even know anymore. I wanted her to touch me. To have me. Right here and now. But I was scared. Because… If I wanted this… Did that mean I was attracted to girls? Does that make me gay?

  An impatient look settled on Marions face as she sat on my p. She blew a rogue strand of hair out of her face and looked me in the eyes again. “Please…” I whispered. “Please touch me more.” Her eyebrows shot up and a smirk crossed those full lips of hers. She pushed herself down on top of me again and I immediately felt her lips on my neck. She was biting at first. Then she started sucking and her hand both cupped my breasts. I felt her warm hands rub against me as my neck started to hurt from the pressure she put into it. I couldn’t help but release the moan that I’ve been holding in ever since she kissed me the first time.

  I heard a soft ‘plop’ when she released my neck. Her pretty face came back into view as she found her new target. Marion’s lips brushed against mine. Carefully at first. Then more aggressive and I started to let out small gasps whenever I could. My hands both wandered to hold her waist and pull her closer to my body. Her lips closed on mine again and this time she pushed her tongue in. I quickly lost myself into the kiss. One of her hands started circling one of my nipples and it immediately went hard enough to poke holes in my shirt. The other hand however wandered down my body. Marion pulled away from the kiss and looked down on the mess that I’ve become.

  “Now that wasn’t so bad…” she mused, as her eyes flickered at me predatorily. “How about we get rid of this thing now… it’s getting in the way,” she teased and tugged at my one bit of clothing. I was pretty sure my brain was not able to actually process a word she was saying anymore. I just nodded along and watched her pull the shirt off of me. It flopped down on the floor and Marion’s attention was back on me again. Her hands traced my timid body and I couldn’t help but twitch in delight. Every single touch sent sparks through me. My pussy was already a drenched mess and I couldn’t wait for her hands to explore further.

  She bit her lip as she lowered herself again. This time she found my left nipple and didn’t waste a second to suck and bite at it. I moaned in pleasure. My back started to arch. “Fuuuck,” I groaned out.

  “We’ll get there, sweetheart…” she mused before giving my nipple another lick. One of her hands trailed down to my thigh and started rubbing towards my slit. My body got warmer with every stroke until her hand finally found its mark. My hands cwed at her back as she started to explore my folds.

  I felt like I was about to lose consciousness. Marion was good. Really good. Better than Marlon had been. She showed so much confidence. I was just about to get used to the way she moved across me, when her thumb found my clit. My back immediately arched again and I felt a wave building inside me. Marion must have noticed as well, because she started teasing me harder. A finger started to dig into my folds and threatened to slip inside me and her eyes looked at me in a way that almost sent me over the edge. Not that it would have changed much because a moment ter her finger slipped in and the wave immediately burst through my entire body. My back arched. My hands dug into her back and my thighs clenched down. I moaned at the top of my lungs as the orgasm tore me apart.

  A few minutes passed while I was panting and trying my best to recover. I was never the type to have hard orgasms like that. They always felt like… a soft release. A small rush. Never like this. Never so hard and strong. Marion was still sitting on top of me, grinning like an idiot. “I’ve never seen you cum so hard before.” she teased.

  “Well I never- fuck- “I yelped as she slipped out the finger that was still inside of me.

  “So sensitive~” she teased again, licking my juices off of her hand. That sight sent another tickle through my body.

  I took a deep breath. “Well I never slept with a girl before.”

  Marion raised her eyebrows at that. “Sure you did. We’ve been sleeping together for years,” she argued.

  “Just in this dream world though. And I have no memories of it.” I posed. “I mean you don’t even exist in the real world.”

  Marion looked confused again. “Wait you know about your life in the real world?” she asked, a look of panic spreading on her face. “Like, you’re the real Sephie?”

  Wait what? Of course I’m the real Sephie! This is my dream after all! She was the one who was all weird and mysterious all the time! Marion opened her mouth again to speak, but I couldn’t hear a world she said. Instead I heard the crowing of a rooster thunder through my mind. The shadows at the edges of my vision started to crawl over me and tugged me under. My eyes fluttered open and I found myself back at the inn room in Littlehorn.

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