CHAPTER 27: DRAFT PREP - R

DENEEL

She’s gone... My words echoed within our head. We were standing outside the empty study space where we’d left Serica, "Figures," Ainset’s voice came through my lips.

She’d assured me Ser would come running when we left the space. Now she was gone. We’d waited roughly a half hour for her, discussing my memories of her and me, before growing bored and heading out for a stroll across the campus.

It was cute how much fun Ainset was having with skin. She stepped into the space and slammed the door shut behind us, giggling at the act. From what I’d collected, she spent most of her time here in the physical world, unable to interact with her surroundings.

"Well, if she’s busy, so are we. Her hands, my hands in her charge, rose to my breasts, yanking down my ribbons and tweaking my nipples. I could still feel every bit of it. "Think we should greet her with a show?" she asked, "If she ever decides to come back."

If you want to play with me, you can.

I didn’t mind. She was my guest, and could use my gift however she pleased, as described in the tenets of hospitality.

We jumped, kicking our legs. She was unused to not having flight, landing us roughly on the table.

"Whoops, sorry."

I’m fine, gravity’s rough, huh?

"Yeah, it is," We angled our hips to the table and spread our thighs out wide, letting our ponytail dip over the table’s edge. Then our hand descended down our belly, every inch traveled sent sparks through us, "Your skin’s so sensitive, you fragile thing."

I want you to feel it.

I truly did. My elders had taught me that Esprit chose to attend our world, and were at the same time the building blocks of it. Allowing them to taste their creation was the least I could do. We pinched the slippery ribbons that hid my bloom and parted them out wide, letting it breathe in the air.

My first time doing this had been a bit frightening; on the night of my eighteenth, I’d stolen away despite my parents’ reluctance. I was unsure of how I’d be treated, whether they’d be too forceful, but I’d come to find that Esprit instinctively knew what I could handle, and when they pushed my limits, I rose. The process was easier than bonding; there was less to lose, and they tended to respect the trust required to let it happen.

"Your petals are so soft," Ainset said, listing our fingers up and down our lips. Our touch was caring, gentle.

Have you seen Serica’s...

"Her clitty?" Ainset asked.

Hehe, what?

"That’s my nickname for it, her dick. Yes, I’ve seen it, sucked it, made it squirt between my thighs..." she dipped a fingertip into my dewy center.

Oh my gosh-

"You’re so ready for a dick, huh?" She asked, rolling in small widening circles, "You want her to stuff you full?"

No... I don’t know why I lied, she could tell. I wondered if it would be like this, pairing, having someone else inside of you.

She hates me, though.

"Why do you think- Oh, because of what she did?" We brought our fingers up to our lips and caught them between our teeth, tasting ourselves, "You girls are so silly, you drifted apart, and the wheel brought you back together. I wouldn’t worry about it."

The Wheel of Fortune... Right, then why’d you give her such a hard time?

We snaked our other hand to our clit and mushed our fingertips into it, eyes squeezing shut in the resulting shockwave, "She’s cute when she squirms... and we can’t make it too easy on her, or she’ll learn to rely on that overgrown cock too much. That wouldn’t be good for anyone."

Her list came to mind. It was tucked against my ribs between my ribbons.

Should we be preparing- for the draft?

"That’s up to her, if she ever decides to get back here. She better not be with that redhead..." I had no idea who she was referring to.

Ainset.

"Huh?"

Would you mind if I breathed you out, so I can look that thing over? I really don’t want to disappoint her...

"Why didn’t you just say, of course I don’t," her brass seeped out of my tassels, pouring back into her floating, statuesque form, "Thanks for the piggy-back, it was fun."

"With you policing her, we’ll be in the same dorm room, so anytime, just ask."

I pulled out Serica’s list and tried to recall what she told me, running my eyes down it. Rounds one and two made enough sense. Highest name available, and Cora. I could keep those directions in line. From there, things started to get shaky. I could hardly understand most of her cursive, and the crisscrossed lines of her contingency picks made deciphering it even more difficult. "Does any of this make sense to you?" I asked Ainset.

She shrugged, "Got me... Where’s the redhead? The really rude one with the big butt."

I paused. "Reilin?" Scanning the list, I found her near the bottom. "You think Ser wants her?" The two had been at each other’s throats for years. I recalled her divulging a crush on the noble at one point, then swearing her eternal enmity a few days later.

"Maybe, if we run out of good choices. Anyone else?" Ains popped her head over my shoulder, and her hands slithered around to cup my breasts. I didn’t pay it any mind; this kind of stuff just tended to happen to me. We viewed unbound more as reflections of natural forces and the desires of those around them than conscious actors. If they wanted it, the world wanted it. I booped her nose, "Come on, surely you picked up something."

"Sure, I mean..." Ainset pursed her lips, "I could pick a good fit for Ser from a crowd, by looking at them, but names on paper are..."

"They don’t resonate?"

"Mmhmm. Yep, just don’t worry about it."

I looked to the list, then back at Ainset. She was closer to Ser than I was, and Esprit intuition was dangerous to ignore. I placed my palm on the back of hers, "Would you be willing to pair with me during the draft?"