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Re: This is a Great Plan (Smokefish, Host, Hafnium, and Hentaispider)
Oormi was playing a game with herself when she laid down on that bed with that book. She knew very well what sort of thing it contained — it would be hard to forget in the course of a single day such an incredibly vivid description of one woman's caress against another woman's creamy inner thighs — but she pretended that she didn't. She pretended, to herself, that she was going to read the book and simply accidentally stumble across whatever examples of naughty literature she might find within, as if that might somehow quell the sense deep inside her that she was rebelling in some way by reading such a smutty romance novel. After all, she couldn't help it if she was innocently reading an interesting story and it just happened to take a detour into something lewd, right?
She started at the very beginning for that reason, although that wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy the buildup. The faeries had never been much for keeping books, and many that they did have were strictly off limits to Oormi either by general consensus of the faeries or direct intervention by her mother. Stories were usually passed down orally rather than by the written word. For her, the act of reading a fictional tale in itself was nearly as new an adventure as being entirely in charge of herself. It didn't matter that the writing was heavy-handed in places or that any experienced reader could've likely picked out the direction the narrative was heading in, the kitsune was still relatively fresh to such devices and genuinely enjoyed the tale as it was weaved in front of her by the indentations that formed the letters on the book's pages.
The peek into Badarian culture was the cherry on top. Her mother had spoken to her about growing up in Badaria, and had even shared her own second-hand knowledge of the Amazonian jungles to the east from tales told to her by her father, Oormi's maternal grandfather, but she had no stories encompassing the human nobility or their ways. The knowledge offered by the book proved both interesting and confounding. Even as proper as Oormi attempted to be she couldn't help but spare the thought that perhaps the immortal, capricious faeries had the right of it all along after all. Hedonism and freedom in all its forms certainly seemed a more pleasant existence than the opposite extreme portrayed by the humans in the book, at least.
It was a convenient enough way to feel about the pursuit of pleasure as the banquet described by the book began to wind down and the first hints of an impending sex scene became obvious to the foxgirl. Her own nervousness mirrored Maria's as the dinner ended and the noblewoman was escorted off to her husband's bed, and perhaps that was why it was so easy to imagine herself in the fictional woman's place. Whisked off by an older, more experienced man to his chambers knowing full well what he desired and that it was her wifely duty to share that most intimate of embraces with him.... The foxgirl couldn't help but swallow hard as she turned the page into the new chapter.
And that was when she accidentally stumbled across that first scene. Obviously, not wanting to miss out on any important plot points, Oormi absolutely had to scrutinize every single word that laid within it. She had to inspect every single description, every brush of Trowa's masculine hands against Maria's unblemished flesh, and every greedy push he made in stripping her down to her bare form and if she just happened to accidentally imagine herself in Maria's place then that just couldn't be helped. It certainly wasn't like she was trying to make herself feel so warm beneath her clothing, fantasizing about a lover's warm caresses against her own tender flesh. But since she had indulged in some fantasies, it would surely be okay to try to do something about her own state before Lumi returned, right? And since the book contained such helpful, lurid descriptions of acts that might help her overcome the growing heat in her body, it seemed only logical that she would try out some of Trowa's techniques.
Oormi might have always been the worst at lying among her sisters, but she'd finally found a target that she could easily fool: herself. Her own excitement from reading the book had already eroded any resistance she might have put up against her burgeoning desire to experiment with herself. The blind kitsune didn't delay to question her own weak reasoning before allowing her hand to fall to her body and adding a physical component to the fantasies she was nursing. The only reason her second hand didn't join in for more thorough experimentation was because it had the responsibility of holding her improvised manual.
Her first efforts would only prove to be frustrating though, even maddening. She emulated the scene taking place in the book by ravishing her own body with her fingers but the feelings her efforts inspired didn't match those felt by the fictional noblewoman in the slightest. She caressed her own jawline and traced lines along her own stomach and sides but where Maria was feeling shivers of excitement beginning to run rampant through her limbs the blind kitsune only felt like she was foolishly tickling herself. The warm feelings of arousal were beginning to flee her not for satisfaction but rather out of boredom. Where was she going wrong? Surely learning how to bring pleasure to herself couldn't be harder than learning to see again.
She couldn't help but sigh with disappointment and sat up soon after. The kitsune began to wonder if perhaps the whole thing had been a fool's errand. Lumi could be back at any minute anyway, and she certainly didn't want her teammate of one entire day to walk in and catch her with her pants down, figuratively or literally. It was a logical analysis, Oormi would surely have plenty of other safer opportunities to try again, and to its credit it would have certainly convinced her to give up if it hadn't been for the persisting ache of unfulfilled desire, and where the logic had remained static the ache only grew. She could give it at least one more try that night, surely.
Oormi laid herself back down on the mattress and forced herself to relax for that last attempt. With a few deep breaths, she turned her attention back on the book and read further. She allowed herself to slip comfortably back into the fantasy that she was Maria and that the fictitious noblewoman's husband was lavishing his attentions on her, and then, when the handsome figure in her imagination began to lavish his attention on Maria's breasts, Oormi's hand sought out her own. She snaked her way under the hem of her camisole with her digits, dragging the fabric along for the ride as she moved to grope the soft skin of her own chest. A surprised, though not displeased, gasp escaped her lips as she began to lightly squeeze at her own breast. It wasn't everything that the author had made it out to be, at least not for the blind kitsune, but it was very easy to enjoy the sensation and experimenting with pressure and placement made it even easier.
But Trowa wasn't satisfied with that much in the book though, and that proved to be to Oormi's relief. Playing with her own chest had been surprisingly pleasant, but if anything it had served to exacerbate the pressure building in her body rather than relieving it. It was only a short few lines later when he removed his own pants and the author described his manhood in painstaking detail. She had to read that paragraph three times over. It was enough to make the kitsune's breath come more raggedly and she positively burned with anticipation, not because of the man's fictional shaft but because it signified the act to come. Soon Maria would part for him and they would share their pleasure, and soon Oormi's hand would be slipping past her waist to try to match their efforts.
The book described it in lurid detail as Trowa poised himself to take his wife. As if to match the pace of the two Oormi stopped reading and let go of her own breast so that she could slide her hand under the band of her underwear and ready to emulate them. The kitsune hadn't realized how wet she had gotten until her fingers first pressed against the lips of her sex, but she didn't spare it a thought compared to the sensations produced by merely touching herself. Every rub of her finger between her labia was enough to make the blind woman gasp and quiver in delight. To her own surprise she even let out a few unintentional moans, it had simply felt so good that while she hadn't intended on making the embarrassing noises she hadn't been prepared to suppress them either. She was well ready to finish the chapter, and with a deep breath she prepared herself to emulate the remainder of the fictional couple's tryst.
Oormi's forefinger found its way into her depths with little effort needed, mimicking the thrust that Trowa claimed Maria with that night. Much like the book's noblewoman, the kitsune's excitement made it painless and easy to probe her inner walls. Unlike the fictional woman though, the foxgirl's own pleasure didn't seem to come from the penetration at all. Try as she might, Oormi simply couldn't find any spots inside her that made her legs tremble with ecstasy as the lucky Maria was feeling, but through sheer chance her palm ended up pressing against her sensitive nub and the sensations it provided easily banished her disappointment. The grinding of her palm against her own sex proved to be the first time that the pleasure she was feeling mirrored what Maria felt in the book. Soon she was focusing on that alone, pulling from her depths and bringing her fingers to her clit in order to apply more pressure as she built into steady circles against herself.
It wasn't long after her discovery before the book ended up on laying on her chest, half-forgotten, so that she could slip her other hand under her camisole and pay more attention to her soft orbs. As the sensations became more intense she became confident enough to come up with her own ending for her experimentation and it was a confidence that only built as she felt her efforts working her toward an intangible threshold that promised unreal pleasure. The only coherent thought she could hold onto as her body began to push toward her second orgasm ever beyond the fantasy still dancing in her head was the inherent unfairness of it all. How had she gone her entire life without knowing how to do this for herself? How could something that felt so good possibly be wrong? She'd be able to take to this once a day a lot easier than she'd been able to take to daily swordsmanship practice....
But, to her misfortune, she wouldn't manage to finish and clean up before Lumi returned. By the time the other foxgirl had made it upstairs, Oormi's moans were frequent and audible enough to be heard by anyone at the door. The blind woman was in her own little world populated solely by herself and the climax she had been building up to and had no clue that the other kitsune was right outside. She remained oblivious right up until the door was pushed open. It was as she truly realized that Lumi was in the process of walking in on her in an act that could only be described as feverishly masturbating that time seemed to freeze for Oormi as she was faced by her brain screaming a set of options that she had never in her life expected to be confronted with.
The first option was from a very small, but very loud presence in her brain shouting at her to simply keep going. Not because it was a good idea, not because she had some hidden love of exhibitionism that had just surfaced, but because it had felt so very, very good and it had been so, so close to feeling even better. Just a little bit further and she could come and the relief would be completely worth probably being branded as a pervert by the other kitsune. The second option was presented by ration, and it was to stop and deny everything. Thankfully, the more rational side of her brain, the one that remembered that Lumi was a friend and a comrade and also had a mouth with which to tell everybody she spoke to about the time she walked in on someone mid masturbation and they didn't stop, outweighed that small voice of hedonism in her head, partially by reminding her that she might end up forever known as that woman who didn't stop when somebody she'd just met earlier that day walked in on her.
The blind kitsune promptly shot upright, launching the book off of her chest and nearly off of the bed entirely, even as she pulled both of her hands out from under her underwear and practically glued them to their sides as if it might somehow convince Lumi that there was no possible way Oormi could've been masturbating because her range of motion simply wasn't good enough. "H-" her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could even get the word out, "Hi!" The foxgirl tried and failed to act completely casual, as if her cheeks weren't bright red from arousal, exertion, and embarrassment, as if the hem of her camisole wasn't riding right beneath her breasts, and as if she wasn't disheveled in general. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon! I hope you didn't rush or anything! I was just getting ready to go to sleep! I was dozing off before you even came in! You just surprised me!"
Somewhere in all of her panic and obvious attempts to convince Lumi that she hadn't been doing whatever the other foxgirl might think she was doing, Oormi couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she wasn't just the worst at lying among all of her sisters, but maybe also on the continent.
Oormi was playing a game with herself when she laid down on that bed with that book. She knew very well what sort of thing it contained — it would be hard to forget in the course of a single day such an incredibly vivid description of one woman's caress against another woman's creamy inner thighs — but she pretended that she didn't. She pretended, to herself, that she was going to read the book and simply accidentally stumble across whatever examples of naughty literature she might find within, as if that might somehow quell the sense deep inside her that she was rebelling in some way by reading such a smutty romance novel. After all, she couldn't help it if she was innocently reading an interesting story and it just happened to take a detour into something lewd, right?
She started at the very beginning for that reason, although that wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy the buildup. The faeries had never been much for keeping books, and many that they did have were strictly off limits to Oormi either by general consensus of the faeries or direct intervention by her mother. Stories were usually passed down orally rather than by the written word. For her, the act of reading a fictional tale in itself was nearly as new an adventure as being entirely in charge of herself. It didn't matter that the writing was heavy-handed in places or that any experienced reader could've likely picked out the direction the narrative was heading in, the kitsune was still relatively fresh to such devices and genuinely enjoyed the tale as it was weaved in front of her by the indentations that formed the letters on the book's pages.
The peek into Badarian culture was the cherry on top. Her mother had spoken to her about growing up in Badaria, and had even shared her own second-hand knowledge of the Amazonian jungles to the east from tales told to her by her father, Oormi's maternal grandfather, but she had no stories encompassing the human nobility or their ways. The knowledge offered by the book proved both interesting and confounding. Even as proper as Oormi attempted to be she couldn't help but spare the thought that perhaps the immortal, capricious faeries had the right of it all along after all. Hedonism and freedom in all its forms certainly seemed a more pleasant existence than the opposite extreme portrayed by the humans in the book, at least.
It was a convenient enough way to feel about the pursuit of pleasure as the banquet described by the book began to wind down and the first hints of an impending sex scene became obvious to the foxgirl. Her own nervousness mirrored Maria's as the dinner ended and the noblewoman was escorted off to her husband's bed, and perhaps that was why it was so easy to imagine herself in the fictional woman's place. Whisked off by an older, more experienced man to his chambers knowing full well what he desired and that it was her wifely duty to share that most intimate of embraces with him.... The foxgirl couldn't help but swallow hard as she turned the page into the new chapter.
And that was when she accidentally stumbled across that first scene. Obviously, not wanting to miss out on any important plot points, Oormi absolutely had to scrutinize every single word that laid within it. She had to inspect every single description, every brush of Trowa's masculine hands against Maria's unblemished flesh, and every greedy push he made in stripping her down to her bare form and if she just happened to accidentally imagine herself in Maria's place then that just couldn't be helped. It certainly wasn't like she was trying to make herself feel so warm beneath her clothing, fantasizing about a lover's warm caresses against her own tender flesh. But since she had indulged in some fantasies, it would surely be okay to try to do something about her own state before Lumi returned, right? And since the book contained such helpful, lurid descriptions of acts that might help her overcome the growing heat in her body, it seemed only logical that she would try out some of Trowa's techniques.
Oormi might have always been the worst at lying among her sisters, but she'd finally found a target that she could easily fool: herself. Her own excitement from reading the book had already eroded any resistance she might have put up against her burgeoning desire to experiment with herself. The blind kitsune didn't delay to question her own weak reasoning before allowing her hand to fall to her body and adding a physical component to the fantasies she was nursing. The only reason her second hand didn't join in for more thorough experimentation was because it had the responsibility of holding her improvised manual.
Her first efforts would only prove to be frustrating though, even maddening. She emulated the scene taking place in the book by ravishing her own body with her fingers but the feelings her efforts inspired didn't match those felt by the fictional noblewoman in the slightest. She caressed her own jawline and traced lines along her own stomach and sides but where Maria was feeling shivers of excitement beginning to run rampant through her limbs the blind kitsune only felt like she was foolishly tickling herself. The warm feelings of arousal were beginning to flee her not for satisfaction but rather out of boredom. Where was she going wrong? Surely learning how to bring pleasure to herself couldn't be harder than learning to see again.
She couldn't help but sigh with disappointment and sat up soon after. The kitsune began to wonder if perhaps the whole thing had been a fool's errand. Lumi could be back at any minute anyway, and she certainly didn't want her teammate of one entire day to walk in and catch her with her pants down, figuratively or literally. It was a logical analysis, Oormi would surely have plenty of other safer opportunities to try again, and to its credit it would have certainly convinced her to give up if it hadn't been for the persisting ache of unfulfilled desire, and where the logic had remained static the ache only grew. She could give it at least one more try that night, surely.
Oormi laid herself back down on the mattress and forced herself to relax for that last attempt. With a few deep breaths, she turned her attention back on the book and read further. She allowed herself to slip comfortably back into the fantasy that she was Maria and that the fictitious noblewoman's husband was lavishing his attentions on her, and then, when the handsome figure in her imagination began to lavish his attention on Maria's breasts, Oormi's hand sought out her own. She snaked her way under the hem of her camisole with her digits, dragging the fabric along for the ride as she moved to grope the soft skin of her own chest. A surprised, though not displeased, gasp escaped her lips as she began to lightly squeeze at her own breast. It wasn't everything that the author had made it out to be, at least not for the blind kitsune, but it was very easy to enjoy the sensation and experimenting with pressure and placement made it even easier.
But Trowa wasn't satisfied with that much in the book though, and that proved to be to Oormi's relief. Playing with her own chest had been surprisingly pleasant, but if anything it had served to exacerbate the pressure building in her body rather than relieving it. It was only a short few lines later when he removed his own pants and the author described his manhood in painstaking detail. She had to read that paragraph three times over. It was enough to make the kitsune's breath come more raggedly and she positively burned with anticipation, not because of the man's fictional shaft but because it signified the act to come. Soon Maria would part for him and they would share their pleasure, and soon Oormi's hand would be slipping past her waist to try to match their efforts.
The book described it in lurid detail as Trowa poised himself to take his wife. As if to match the pace of the two Oormi stopped reading and let go of her own breast so that she could slide her hand under the band of her underwear and ready to emulate them. The kitsune hadn't realized how wet she had gotten until her fingers first pressed against the lips of her sex, but she didn't spare it a thought compared to the sensations produced by merely touching herself. Every rub of her finger between her labia was enough to make the blind woman gasp and quiver in delight. To her own surprise she even let out a few unintentional moans, it had simply felt so good that while she hadn't intended on making the embarrassing noises she hadn't been prepared to suppress them either. She was well ready to finish the chapter, and with a deep breath she prepared herself to emulate the remainder of the fictional couple's tryst.
Oormi's forefinger found its way into her depths with little effort needed, mimicking the thrust that Trowa claimed Maria with that night. Much like the book's noblewoman, the kitsune's excitement made it painless and easy to probe her inner walls. Unlike the fictional woman though, the foxgirl's own pleasure didn't seem to come from the penetration at all. Try as she might, Oormi simply couldn't find any spots inside her that made her legs tremble with ecstasy as the lucky Maria was feeling, but through sheer chance her palm ended up pressing against her sensitive nub and the sensations it provided easily banished her disappointment. The grinding of her palm against her own sex proved to be the first time that the pleasure she was feeling mirrored what Maria felt in the book. Soon she was focusing on that alone, pulling from her depths and bringing her fingers to her clit in order to apply more pressure as she built into steady circles against herself.
It wasn't long after her discovery before the book ended up on laying on her chest, half-forgotten, so that she could slip her other hand under her camisole and pay more attention to her soft orbs. As the sensations became more intense she became confident enough to come up with her own ending for her experimentation and it was a confidence that only built as she felt her efforts working her toward an intangible threshold that promised unreal pleasure. The only coherent thought she could hold onto as her body began to push toward her second orgasm ever beyond the fantasy still dancing in her head was the inherent unfairness of it all. How had she gone her entire life without knowing how to do this for herself? How could something that felt so good possibly be wrong? She'd be able to take to this once a day a lot easier than she'd been able to take to daily swordsmanship practice....
But, to her misfortune, she wouldn't manage to finish and clean up before Lumi returned. By the time the other foxgirl had made it upstairs, Oormi's moans were frequent and audible enough to be heard by anyone at the door. The blind woman was in her own little world populated solely by herself and the climax she had been building up to and had no clue that the other kitsune was right outside. She remained oblivious right up until the door was pushed open. It was as she truly realized that Lumi was in the process of walking in on her in an act that could only be described as feverishly masturbating that time seemed to freeze for Oormi as she was faced by her brain screaming a set of options that she had never in her life expected to be confronted with.
The first option was from a very small, but very loud presence in her brain shouting at her to simply keep going. Not because it was a good idea, not because she had some hidden love of exhibitionism that had just surfaced, but because it had felt so very, very good and it had been so, so close to feeling even better. Just a little bit further and she could come and the relief would be completely worth probably being branded as a pervert by the other kitsune. The second option was presented by ration, and it was to stop and deny everything. Thankfully, the more rational side of her brain, the one that remembered that Lumi was a friend and a comrade and also had a mouth with which to tell everybody she spoke to about the time she walked in on someone mid masturbation and they didn't stop, outweighed that small voice of hedonism in her head, partially by reminding her that she might end up forever known as that woman who didn't stop when somebody she'd just met earlier that day walked in on her.
The blind kitsune promptly shot upright, launching the book off of her chest and nearly off of the bed entirely, even as she pulled both of her hands out from under her underwear and practically glued them to their sides as if it might somehow convince Lumi that there was no possible way Oormi could've been masturbating because her range of motion simply wasn't good enough. "H-" her mouth was so dry she had to swallow before she could even get the word out, "Hi!" The foxgirl tried and failed to act completely casual, as if her cheeks weren't bright red from arousal, exertion, and embarrassment, as if the hem of her camisole wasn't riding right beneath her breasts, and as if she wasn't disheveled in general. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon! I hope you didn't rush or anything! I was just getting ready to go to sleep! I was dozing off before you even came in! You just surprised me!"
Somewhere in all of her panic and obvious attempts to convince Lumi that she hadn't been doing whatever the other foxgirl might think she was doing, Oormi couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she wasn't just the worst at lying among all of her sisters, but maybe also on the continent.
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