<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vS4Yyv9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Freeman<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Enhanced Defense -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 3/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Disguise Self<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Serana tensed as Ionli suddenly started sucking on her nipple like a hungry babe. Until a few days ago she had known nothing of love between women, and certainly not about anything like this. It was strange, and a bit scary, but she couldn't deny the tingles it sent all over, or the goosebumps that rose across her skin.<br/><br/>The Princess gasped when Ionli's hand trailed down to her untouched flower. There was a surge of panic, being touched in a place she had grown up being told belonged only to her future husband, however despite that she couldn't stop it, couldn't push back or pull away. She was trapped, frozen in Ionli's eyes, her breaths catching and quickening with each stroke of her petals. Everything she had ever known was telling her to stop the other woman's hand, but everything she<em>wanted</em>kept her still.<br/><br/>Then a rough digit pressed its way inside her, spearing past her meager defenses, "Mmff!" she mewled, her virginal tightness loosened by intense arousal, unable to keep her out if she wanted to. Ionli would not even get a full inch inside before her finger tip pressed against Serana's maiden barrier, and to this the Princess finally put up a measure of resistance, placing her hand over the aasimar's. Her dewy eyes pleaded for her to stop short, not ready to cross that final line.<br/><br/>She watched in breathless anticipation as Ionli dropped down onto her knees in front of her. In a different life she may have knelt before her to be formally knighted by her Princess, but in this one she did so for a completely different reason. She was not there to receive, but to take, and Serana could do naught but be taken. She breathed in deep the scent of her womanly flower, but the Princess had no time to feel self conscious about it before the knightess began lapping at her petals, "o-ooh! Mffmmmmn" she moaned. She didn't know what she had expected Ionli to do, but it wasn't this. Serana's quim was like a succulent fruit, dripping with sweet juices, and every flick and wriggle of Ionli's tongue would further stain her lips and cheeks with more nectar. It was a bit difficult to figure out exactly what made the Princess feel better, for every motion made her moan and squirm with fresh intensity, "Mmmooah! Oh my! By the Three! Mmmmnnnn!" she moaned, holding onto Ionli's head for dear life.<br/><br/>Serana felt something quickly building inside her: a mounting pressure, a rising heat. It felt like she was melting, her very essence spilling out and splashing against Ionli's tongue. It felt good, better than good, but it also scared her. She had never felt like this before, never been driven to this peak, and she had no idea what was going to happen or what was on the other side.<br/><br/>"WAIT!"<br/><br/>She suddenly shouted, shoving Ionli back and staggering back until she tripped and flopped into a chair. She was panting heavily now, breasts heaving with every labored breath, her body dripping with sweat and her crotch dripping with arousal. Strands and tufts of hair had come loose from its bun, her dampened bangs stuck to her forehead.<br/><br/>S-...Sorry..." she murmured, "I didn't mean to push you so hard. It's just..." Serana squeezed her thighs together, hiding away her shameful wetness, "I've never done such a thing before...and our first kiss..." she trailed off, touching her fingers to her own lips, "...it was not on the lips I thought it would be...none of my kisses have been as I thought they would be..." she said, remembering back to how Mephis had kissed her. She had taken the Princess's first kiss above, and now Ionli had taken her first below, neither were how she had envisioned such things would go, even if she did not mind the actual people they were with, "I don't...know about these things. Not really. I don't have the experience you or Mephis have. I can't do them as easily or casually as you two do. I feel childish to say it but...it frightens me...a little..." she confessed, eyes starting to get teary. It was honestly kind of humiliating, feeling so immature. And not just about sex, but everything about the real world. Everyone seemed so capable, so knowledgeable, they gave no mind at all to things she made such a big deal of in her own head. Even now. She had been told there was a "proper" way to do these things. Courting came first, then a kiss, then marriage, and only then did matters of the bed chamber arise. This was so far out of order, yet the way everyone acted made her question if there even was a real order to begin with.<br/><br/>Yet even by her own standards she was a hypocrite. After all<em>she</em>had been the one to invite Ionli in, only to suddenly push her away despite not doing anything wrong, all because she was scared and uncertain. She felt like just a little girl parading as a woman.