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Lysithea and Annette are in Lysithea's room, studying a magic textbook together. Its spine is worn and frayed. The title is Treatise on Nonlethal Magical Combat.
Lysithea
Can you write this formula down? We should try it at
the training grounds tomorrow.
Annette
Sure, but what's this variable even referring to? I
don't see a Φ anywhere else in this passage.
Lysithea's brow furrows, and she notices a faded footnote marker along the fringe of the paragraph. Her finger strikes the page.
Lysithea
Here. There's a reference to another text at the
bottom.
Annette
"Refer to the table of possible Φ
values for different kinds of living creatures in Codex
Anatomica, edition IV."
Annette
I guess we're going back to the library. Why wouldn't
they just copy the table into this book too?
Lysithea places a ribbon between the pages and shuts the book with a weighty thump. She hoists it into her arms.
Lysithea
This book is already enormous, so it's obvious they
didn't want it getting any heavier. Let's just take it with us so we don't
have to come back.
Annette
Works for me!
Annette gathers up their loose leaves of notes. They depart the dormitories and ascend the stairwell of the monastery's main building. Past the faculty offices, they arrive at the library. Tomas's replacement is a mousy-looking member of the Church of Seiros.
Librarian
Ah, back already. Do you see now why borrowing from the
reference section is so inadvisable?
Lysithea
We wanted to talk while we were studying, and it would
be inconsiderate to hold an extended conversation in the library.
Librarian
Hmph. What brings you back, then?
Annette
This book references part of another one. Do you have
it?
Librarian
Let me see.
Lysithea opens the book to the marked page and points to the footnote.
Lysithea
This one here.
Librarian
Hmm.
The librarian frowns thoughtfully and begins paging through the checkout log. After a minute of looking progressively more bemused, she rises from her chair and crosses the room to inspect a shelf, using a ladder to reach it.
Lysithea
What's taking her so long?
Annette
Maybe the log is wrong. She's
only been here two weeks, and the book might've been checked out before
then.
The librarian returns and takes one final look at the logbook before facing the girls.
Librarian
Astoundingly, the log appears to be correct. "Moved
to alternative repository."
Librarian
Unfortunately, I have no idea where that might be.
Lysithea heaves a tremendous sigh.
Annette
Well, it's an anatomical reference, right? Maybe it was
moved to the infirmary.
Lysithea
I suppose it's worth a try. Better than wasting more
time here.
Librarian
You're welcome.
With book and papers in hand, they hurry back up the hallway to the infirmary, whose door is closed. Annette knocks.
Annette
Professor Manuela! Are we free to come in?
A moment's silence passes. Annette peeks through the keyhole.
Annette
Professor Manuela?
Lysithea
If she's not here, there's probably nothing pressing
going on in there. Let's just go in.
Lysithea opens the door, leaning into it with her shoulder, and it creaks aside. An open book, some unfinished needlework, and a few glass containers in various forms and degrees of fullness sit upon Manuela's desk.
The infirmary beds are empty, and gentle afternoon light streams in through the windows. There is a vaguely floral scent in the air.
Annette
She's normally here around this time of day.
Lysithea
Never mind. Let's find that book.
Lysithea drops the book into the last of the open space atop Manuela's desk. Annette sets their notes on top of it.
Annette
Why are you in such a rush, Lysithea?
Lysithea
I was planning to get through more than one
item on my reading list today. And we have assignments we need to do too,
remember?
Annette
All right, all right.
Lysithea
I'll check the shelves. You check her desk.
Annette
On it.
Annette inspects the book left open on the desk, but it appears to be a book about alchemy. Herbal remedies, tinctures, salves. It's currently showing a passage about a "physiospiritual stimulant", whatever that means. She shrugs and begins looking through the desk drawers.
Lysithea begins to investigate the lower drawers and shelves of the infirmary's supply wall. They're cluttered, dusty, and full of breakables.
Annette
Oh!
Lysithea
What is it? Did you find it?
Annette
No, um... I found something else.
Lysithea
Don't just stand there babbling; show it to me!
Annette lifts an item out of the bottom drawer, pinched between two fingers.
Annette
She left a pair of underwear in
here!
Lysithea
...
Lysithea
Put it back! She can't find out
we were snooping through her things! We're only here for a book!
Annette shrugs and pretends to drop it back in the drawer, instead bunching it up and stashing it in the top of one of her boots.
Annette
Knowing how she is, she probably
doesn't even know it's here...
Annette joins Lysithea in the search of the supply wall, and eventually, they're both rummaging through drawers on their tiptoes.
Lysithea
I can't reach any higher! Isn't there supposed to be a
ladder here?
Annette
I've seen it before, but it's gone now. I wonder what
happened to it.
Lysithea spies a loose leaf of paper pinned down by some glass jars, each half-full with a kind of bluish powder, and draped over the lip of a shelf. It's next to the slot for storing the ladder when it's not in use.
Lysithea
Grab the chair from next to the desk.
Annette drags the chair over and positions it for Lysithea to climb on.
Annette
Here you go!
Lysithea
Thank you.
Lysithea stands on her toes on top of the chair, braces herself against the bookshelf with her hands, and reads the note.
Sheet of Paper
Ladder out of service due to termites. Check
with carpentry shop.
Lysithea
Termites‽ How did termites get into the infirmary?
The entire building is made of stone!
Annette
Huh? Termites?
Annette
Wait, Lysithea! The bookshelf is made of wood too!
The clicking of a pair of heels comes to a stop just inside the infirmary door.
Manuela
Hm? What's all the commotion?
Annette whirls around to face the door. Lysithea cranes her neck.
Annette & Lysithea
Professor Manuela!
Manuela
What are you two doing here?
Manuela
Wait, what are you doing up there?
Lysithea
We're looking for a book. The library didn't have it,
and we assumed it would be here. It's called Codex An—
The shelf Lysithea is leaning on gives way, snapping out of the wall in a puff of wood dust. Lysithea is thrown off balance and falls, knocking over her chair on the way down.
Annette
Lysithea!
Lysithea
Aaaaah!
The glass jars that were holding the carpenter's note in place are sent hurtling through the air, and Manuela dives to the floor to try to catch them.
Manuela
No, not those!
They shatter on impact, and a cloud of bluish dust bursts upward into the air from where their contents spilled. Glass shards litter the floor.
Lysithea lands beside the broken glass, but is unharmed. She scrambles to her feet.
Manuela
Ugh, I'm too told for stunts like
that.
Manuela
Don't move, you two. We're about to have a serious
problem.
Lysithea
What kind of problem?
Annette coughs a few times.
Annette
What's this blue dust?
Manuela groans as she gets back on her feet.
Manuela
It's a... well, it's a special kind of medicine.
She closes the door to the infirmary and bolts the door.
Annette
It's not going to hurt us, is it?
Manuela
No, just... well, the three of us are set up for a
certain amount of embarrassment now, and we're just going to have to
weather it together.
Lysithea
Embarrassment?
Manuela
I actually had a nice date the other night, with a
broad-shouldered creature who has good taste in drinks and a certain scorn
for shirts that I admire in a man with such well-defined muscles.
Lysithea
(Wait, is she talking about...?)
Manuela
But after all we'd had to drink, he couldn't get it up!
Annette
(And she took off her underwear in here...)
Manuela
So I made this for next time, and now we've
all received an enormous dose of it.
Lysithea
So we're going to get...
Annette
Aroused?
Manuela
Very aroused. I would send you back to your
rooms, but you won't make it there before it kicks in, and I don't know
how much it's going to affect you two.
Manuela
Now, in the interests of being safe, let's move to the
side of the room without broken glass all over the floor. Have a seat on
one of the beds, perhaps.
Annette
Right.
Lysithea and Annette retreat to the beds on the opposite end of the room. Lysithea picks one first, and Annette hesitates for a moment, deciding which to take. Ultimately, she picks the one directly next to Lysithea.
Manuela hauls her chair over the broken glass and sets it between the two beds.
Manuela
If you feel anything out of the ordinary, let me know.
I don't know how this will affect someone as small as you two.
The front of Lysithea's skirt begins to bulge, and she covers herself with her hands.
Lysithea
Oh!
Lysithea
Th-that... that was n-nothing.
Annette
Wh-whoa! Lysithea, do you... do you have one too?
Manuela crosses one thigh tightly over the other. A thin sheen of sweat begins to form at her hairline.
Manuela
It suddenly feels like someone
lit a fire in here...
Manuela
(Keep it together, Manuela. Stricly medicine. Doctor and
her patients. Nothing more.)
Lysithea
One what?
Annette
Oh, um... you know...
Annette lifts up the front of her skirt, revealing her tights and a smaller erectile bulge than Lysithea's.
Annette
One of these.
Manuela
(Goddess, give me strength.)
Manuela
And to think you two were next on
my list for physicals...
Annette strokes herself with a thumb and finger over her tights.
Lysithea removes her hands from her lap and a prominent bulge tents her skirt.
Lysithea
It's nice to know I'm not the only girl here with one
of these.
Lysithea
Do you ever go to the baths with other any of the
other girls here at the monastery?
Annette
I've been with Ingrid and Mercie before!
Annette
Ingrid usually keeps her eyes shut, but Mercie's asked
to touch it before.
Lysithea apprehensively begins to touch herself over her skirt.
Manuela & Lysithea
Did you let her?
Annette
Yes! She even switched to her mouth when her hand got
tired.
Manuela is gripping her thighs tightly and clenching her jaw.
Manuela
(Oh Goddess. If I get any wetter, these girls
will be leaving here on a raft.)
Lysithea
What was it like?
Annette
It's kind of a hard thing to describe, but I think I
could show you.
Manuela
Girls, wait—
Annette & Lysithea
Huh?
Manuela
Speaking as the monastery's physician... neither of you
have any diseases? No discharge, swelling, redness, or burning sensations?
Annette pulls the front of her tights down and lifts her skirt again. Her penis is fairly short, thick, and, as is typical of people from Faerghus, circumcised. Her scrotum is small and drawn tight.
Annette
What do you think, Professor?
Manuela swallows.
Manuela
A-all healthy, yes. Well, Lysithea... how about you?
Lysithea pauses a moment, and then pushes her clothes out of the way similarly to Annette. Her cock is not much thicker, but a whole thumb's length longer, and uncut. She has much bigger balls too.
Manuela
(Is it so wrong to want that inside me? I've bedded
grown men with less cock than that. What a waste.)
Annette
Lysithea!
Lysithea
What?
Annette
You're so big! Bigger than Dimitri, even!
Lysithea
Wh-what? How... how do you know that?
Manuela
That's not saying much,
considering what I saw when I gave the kid a physical.
Annette
Don't tell me you've never spied on the men's baths!
They're right behind our dormitory, and there's a hole in the privacy
wall.
Lysithea
I'd rather not.
Annette stands up, shuffles over, and kneels between Lysithea's legs. She licks Lysithea's shaft along the bottom, and Lysithea shudders.
Lysithea
Ooohh...
Manuela turns her head to look away, but her eyes snap right back. One of her hands slides, as if of its own accord, up her thigh, which she uncrosses from the other.
Manuela
(It's better that they're in here. Who knows what
trouble they would've gotten into out on the grounds?)
Manuela
(Seteth would have my head. Or give me head, if he'd
been close enough to the blue dust cloud.)
Manuela begins idly massaging her vulva through her dress as Annette takes Lysithea's cock into her mouth.
Lysithea
Ah—Annette... mmm...
Annette focuses her efforts on Lysithea's glans and foreskin, stroking with her fingers as her tongue rolls around. Lysithea grips the bedsheets, and her thighs squeeze around Annette's head. The slurping noises are frequent.
Annette
Mmmmh...
Annette
(What fun! I'll have to tell Mercie about this.)
Manuela
Not even using the throat. Now
that's good thinking. The gagging is always the worst part.
Manuela addresses a neediness in her breasts with her free hand.
Lysithea
A-Annette, nnngh... I'm... I'm g—
Annette presses her lips around the tip of Lysithea's cock and pumps the foreskin rapidly.
Lysithea
Nnnngh! Mmmmmmnnnnhhhhh... haah...
Lysithea shudders, squeaks and moans as she finishes in Annette's mouth. Her hips recoil, and Annette swallows.
Annette
You really do like sweets, don't you?
Lysithea
Haah... haah... mmmh...
Manuela
Maybe you should be gentler, dear—uncircumcised cocks
are more sensitive.
Manuela
(Because I could've really use some extra time to
masturbate before she finished. I mean, that was barely two minutes!)
Lysithea nods and falls backward onto the bed, still breathing hard. Her cock remains mostly erect, standing prominently up. A small string of cum still hangs from the tip.
Lysithea
(That was... way too much...)
Annette
It's okay to take a breather! I hope I taste just as
good for you when it's my turn.
Annette stands up, casually playing with herself, and the underwear she stashed in her boot earlier falls out and onto the floor. Manuela takes notice.
Manuela
Oh!
Manuela
And what were you planning on doing with these?
Annette
Wha—no! I can explain!
Manuela
Looks like you were interested in more than just a book.
Well, not to worry—I've already seen how much of a pervert you are.
Manuela
How about this? I'll give you something else to spill
your seed into besides your stuffed bear dressed up in my panties.
Lysithea
Huh‽
Annette
H-h-ow did you know I was gonna do that‽
Manuela
(I should probably give back Dorothea's "undershirt". It's been "missing" long enough. I was lucky that Bergliez punk was dumb enough to believe it belonged to me.)
Manuela
Behind the curtains of the opera, I was just as amorous
as any youth. All that's different is my age.
Manuela
Now... get up on the bed.
Annette
Yes, Professor Manuela!
Annette lies down on the bed with her cock up and her skirt hiked. She continues stroking it.
Pulling her dress out of the way, Manuela grunts as she climbs onto the bed and straddles Annette's hips.
Manuela
Thank goodness you're slim. I'm
not as flexible as I used to be.
Manuela
(Ugh, I'm going to have to clean up after this. Never
mind the bodily fluids—if this powder lingers, I'll have an orgy in here
the next time I have a few patients!)
Manuela
(Maybe I can get these two to help...)
Manuela grinds her vulva against against the underside of Annette's cock. She slides along it easily, up and down, and bites her lip.
Annette
Oooh! You feel so nice!
Manuela
If I had my underwear on, I'd tease you a little
longer.
Lysithea rolls onto her side from the opposite bed for a better view, and begins rutting her cock against the bed.
Manuela
Eyes open, dear. You'll miss half the show.
Manuela unties a knot on the front of her dress and her breasts spill out of it. They hang firm and heavy, and the nipples are erect.
Annette
Wow...
Lysithea
Professor Manuela...
Lysithea
(I wish I had breasts like that. Then people
would stop treating me like a child.)
Manuela slides down Annette's cock and begins riding it slowly. Annette squirms and bucks her hips beneath.
Annette
Mmmmh!
Manuela
(She's not very big, but her tip hits just the right
spot! I'll have to pace myself...)
Manuela
Just like that. Steady. Now, Lysithea...
Lysithea
Yes, Professor?
Manuela
Mmm... I want you to pick my panties up off the floor
and come over here by the bed.
Lysithea does as she's instructed. Her erection bounces as she walks over.
Manuela
Good. Now stand there and use them to stroke that big,
sturdy cock of yours, but don't come yet. I want you to tell me when you're
close.
Lysithea
I didn't know underwear could be
so soft...
Lysithea begins rubbing them steadily along her cock, and Annette is watching her intently. Annette's thrusts and Lysithea's strokes synchronize after a minute or so.
Annette
Heehee! You're leaking, Lysithea.
Lysithea
(I wonder what it'd be like to ride her like that...)
Lysithea
My knees are a little wobbly...
Manuela
(So much for "Breasts to Impress", as the stage manager
used to say, though I suppose this is a far cry from a burlesque
show.)
Manuela squeezes tighter around Annette's cock, and changes her pace to riding fast, with shallow dips. Her breasts bounce and jiggle vigorously.
Annette
𝅘𝅥𝅮Ohh! Ohhhh!𝅘𝅥𝅮
Manuela
Good girl, give it to me.
Annette grips Manuela's hips and thrusts as deep as her little cock will go. She moans loudly and ejaculates in several short bursts, punctuated by short, choppy breaths.
Manuela
Oh, I missed that. Just a
little more.
Annette
Haah... whoo... mmm...
Lysithea swallows and watches in awe as she readjusts the panties in her hand to cover her shaft.
Manuela
Slower strokes, Lysithea. You're next.
Lysithea
Yes, ma'am.
Manuela lifts herself off Annette and feels a trickle run down her leg. She sits on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide. It's just the right height for Lysithea's pelvis.
Manuela
Come here. Come fill me up with that handsome cock.
Lysithea
O-okay.
Lysithea sets the crumpled, stained panties on the side of the bed. She shuffles between Manuela's legs, and Manuela holds Lysithea at the waist.
Annette turns onto her side with her erection starting to fade. She takes the panties in her hand and starts to rub them on her cock.
Annette
(Aah! Still sensitive...)
Manuela guides Lysithea inside her with one hand.
Manuela
Just like that, steady thrusts. And don't come until I
tell you to.
Lysithea
Mmmmhh...
Lysithea rocks her hips forward and backward.
Manuela
And while you're at it...
Manuela caresses one of her breasts and runs her thumb over its nipple.
Manuela
...you can suckle on this.
Lysithea dutifully obeys.
Manuela
Oh!
Manuela
Yes, good, keep that up.
Lysithea
Nnnh...
Manuela
Now, Annette, one more thing for you to do.
Annette
Yes?
Manuela
Keep working that cock for me. I want you to sit on the
bed across from me so I can watch.
Annette
Okay!
Lysithea unlatches from Manuela's breast, and her thrusts slow momentarily.
Lysithea
Wait...
Manuela
Hmm?
Lysithea
Could Annette get behind me instead? I'd like to take
her too.
Annette
Oh, what fun! I'd love to try that!
Manuela
(Goodness, I'm torn between never making this powder
again and keeping a robust stock of it at all times.)
Manuela
The... back door is not usually the best place
to go without a bit of preparation, but...
Manuela
...considering your size, I think we can make do with a
bit of lubricant.
Lysithea
Where do you keep it?
Annette
I can go get it!
Manuela cranes her neck around toward Annette.
Manuela
There's no time for that. Stand up on the bed and put
your cock in my mouth.
Annette
Wha—really?
Manuela
Yes.
Annette scrambles to her feet and the bed creaks beneath her. Manuela takes her cock and works up a considerable layer of saliva onto it. A drop falls stringily onto the mattress.
Manuela
(So that's what I taste like...)
Manuela
Add your own spit with your hand if it gets too dry,
otherwise it won't be comfortable for either of you. Really drool into it
if you have to.
Manuela
Good sex is a little messy, after all.
Annette
R-right!
Annette hops down from the bed and positions herself behind Lysithea, who pauses her thrusts so Annette can pull her pantyhose and panties all the way down.
Lysithea
Hurry up!
Annette
Here I go!
With a moment's pause, and a deep breath from Lysithea to relax her sphincter, Annette pushes inside her ass.
Lysithea
Whoa!
Annette
Wow, it's so different!
Manuela
You lead with the thrusts, Annette, but be gentle.
Manuela
And remember, nobody gets to come until I say so.
Manuela
(And I really need to come already.)
Annette grips Lysithea's hips and thrusts her pelvis forward evenly. Lysithea resumes her suckling, although on Manuela's other breast.
Manuela braces herself on the bed with both arms behind her and throws her head back. She lets out a moan far too long to fit in a text box.
Lysithea
(Don't come yet. Don't come yet. Don't come yet. Don't
come yet. Please don't come yet.)
Annette
(I wonder if Mercie's ever done this before. It'd be so
much fun to show her something new for a change!)
Manuela
Mmmh... Just a little faster, girls. I'm close.
Manuela
Once I tell you I'm coming, you can too.
Annette spits into her hand and rubs it on her shaft on an out-stroke.
Manuela lies back on the bed, slipping her breast away from Lysithea's mouth and allowing Lysithea's cock to plunge deeper into her.
Lysithea
Mmm... Professor Momuel—
Lysithea
I mean, Manuela!
Lysithea's muscles tighten around Annette with her self-correction.
Annette
Lysithea! Ohh!
Annette throws more of her weight into the next thrust than she expected.
Manuela
Yes! Yes! Oh, Goddess, yes! I'm coming! Come for me,
girls!
Annette & Lysithea
Ohhh!
Annette's spurts of cum begin to coat her cock inside Lysithea's ass, allowing her to slide more easily and prolonging her orgasm.
Annette
Mmmmh!
Lysithea's issue leaves her in one long rush as she is pinned in place by Annette's thrusts and squeezed by Manuela's walls. It's volume is so great that it immediately begins, mixed with Annette's from earlier, to spill onto the bedsheets.
Annette falls forward onto Lysithea, who then collapses onto Manuela.
Manuela & Lysithea
Ah!
Manuela
Haah... well... that was a bit more excitement than I
bargained for, but I'm not unhappy with how things turned out. I think the
powder's wearing off too.
Manuela
Now... what was it you two came here for again?
Annette retracts herself unsteadily from Lysithea and returns to an upright position. She looks uncertainly down at her cock, and immediately looks around for something to wipe it off with.
Manuela offers her the discarded pair of panties, and she uses that.
Lysithea
We came looking for a book.
Lysithea brings herself to a standing position by bracing herself on Manuela's thighs. She pulls her panties and pantyhose back up and puts her cock back inside them.
Annette
Codex Anatomica, edition IV.
Manuela
Studying anatomy? How appropriate.
Manuela straightens out her dress and sits up.
Manuela
Unfortunately, I've loaned it out. Shamir's borrowing it
to work on her field medicine techniques. It's kind of late now, but I
think she'll be at the training grounds tomorrow.
Annette
Oh, we were planning to go there tomorrow anyway! We'll
just ask for it then.
Lysithea
Oh no.
Annette
What's wrong?
Lysithea
We haven't done any of our homework yet!