Re: A Tale of Two Sisters (Blueslime and Takimaru) GMed by Hafnium
"No given name? I see," replied Meara with considerably less delay than she would have if not for the concubine training of her youth, which in this case helped greatly in veiling her surprise at such an unexpected answer. "Most interesting!" added the Su-Ku-Ta in a most impressed tone. While the temptation to overthink such a peculiar detail was high, Meara ultimately managed to resist, again owing credit to the customs of her original profession; after all, clients only needed to disclose what they were comfortable with, and it really was not her place to press the issue.
The following words from Caitir would do even better in drawing the older sister's attention away from such trivialities, as a far more urgent topic was brought back to the forefront--the subject of proper training in how to prevent the possibility of overdraining a potential partner. Stories of how such stigmas surrounding the siblings failed to endure around the globe proved mildly uplifting, igniting a hopeful look in her eyes. However, the real test was yet to come, a prospect that made even the normally confident and collected catgirl feel the tingle of nervous energy along her spine and the back of her neck.
Her momentary stupor was interrupted by none other than Pasha, who reminded her of memories most pleasant. "Yes, surely that couldn't hurt," she responded in time. After all, being of the traditional sort, Meara was mostly convinced that true feelings surely couldn't result from a session of light play with these two women, regardless of their stunning beauty. It was a lesson taught to her by those familiar with the ways of Su-Ku-Ta concubines, stressing that true love and devotion was only to be shared between a man and a woman, and anything otherwise would be summed up as merely a passing fancy. She would stick to this principle if only by internal custom, repeating it in her head over and over, if only to help a denial built up inside, one that, if only for a moment, touched the surface of her thoughts.
While she had seen some pleasant-looking relationships shared between master and concubine, why was there such a line under the supposed impossibility of true devotion between two women, especially when the one she found herself the most loyal to in all the world was female, and her own sister at that? Her eyes rose for a moment, meeting Pasha's and averting themselves in a somewhat awkward gesture, rare as it was among their many exchanged glances, as the notions ran wild in her mind. If there was anyone in the world that she would do literally anything for, surely, it had to be her. Or so Meara's inner voice told her, whether she wanted to believe it or not.
After all, nothing quite got her going like the rush of euphoria she would receive upon seeing a man's delighted visage made as a result of her carefully practiced efforts to please him. Surely, this was just another facet of what could be considered true love, wasn't it? While her more primal instincts ached for the touch of a chivalrous hero, one like her dear Niran, she would often enough wake up at night reaching for her sister, with a deep, unsettling panic crawling over her heart if Pasha was absent for whatever reason--even just in another tent. Worse, it was almost always the result of a rather intense dream session in which her younger sibling was inevitably involved. From this, strong feelings of guilt in Meara resulted. Those, she would bury deep, and while Pasha was no doubt familiar and comfortable with their shared bond as sisters, surely the younger Su-Ku-Ta was unaware of the line between sibling and lover blurring itself often in Meara's dreams. It was better this way, she thought to herself.
The whirlwind of thoughts would come to a close as she came to once again, seeing the fae ascend the staircase and then looking to Pasha. "Oh! Yes, of course. We wouldn't want to miss this opportunity," she replied, linking up tails with her sister once again and following the others. It wouldn't take long for the pair to catch up, hurrying until they came up right behind the two fae.
Though brief, the trip seemed longer than it was for Meara, especially with all of the ambient noises around them, no doubt characteristic of the couplings that were in session, bodies entwined in lust and undeniable pleasure. Well, at least for most of those involved, anyway. Regardless, it was enough to light a fire in her loins, albeit a tiny one. While this place in itself was far from an appealing atmosphere, her sharp ears easily picked up the details of the various sounds around her, and something about flesh striking flesh in such a rhythmic fashion, with evenly spaced moans expressing satisfaction associated with the act, was enough to get a physical response out of the green-clad beauty.
When the four arrived to the room, a decidedly more private setting, Meara took a deep breath and smiled to herself. While she was already aroused by virtue of sheer anticipation, she was still no savage, and would curb those heated urges into a more graceful approach. In addition, Caitir did such a great job of making this interaction feel so casual and welcoming, at least for the older of the two catgirl sisters, and this also helped to boost her confidence. Pasha had already beaten her to the brunette, chipping away at that hesitant exterior with practiced form and poise. Surely, the biggest tragedy here would be if the reluctant fae were to change her mind, so Meara opted not to smother her with attention by immediately rushing to her other side. Being flanked by two beautiful Su-Ku-Ta sisters may have been more than enough to entice practically any man, but she certainly didn't want to make the other fae feel manipulated or pushed in any way. That, and she was confident enough in Pasha's abilities, as well as her air of innocence, to spur things along without being too imposing.
Instead, she decided to go with her own style, slightly more assertive as it was, though still enticing. Meara gave the two a knowing, sultry grin before slinking away towards Caitir, then gently taking her by the hand and placing it upon her chest to inform the other girl of just how aroused she was, a gesture meant to serve as a sign of flattery. Caitir's fingertips would clearly to be able to feel the hardened little nubs barely restrained by Meara's clothing, and a deep, throaty purr of satisfaction gently vibrating her hand. The catgirl added to this by letting her tail swoop over and gently brush the outside of the more outgoing fae's thigh, idly working her way up as she leaned in closer to nuzzle her, growing steadily more acquainted with her partner's mannerisms, scent, and overall feel. Meanwhile, her little exchange with the blonde would provide something of a show to Pasha and the yet-to-be-named brunette. It would provide the older sister with her very own kind of personal thrill, to be watched like this in the beginnings of a potentially intimate transaction.
