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The princess’s lips open wider with a quiet gasp. Iriset leaves her thumb where it is and watches Singix open her lovely dark eyes. They’re bright and nearly unfocused, but she stares at Iriset like Iriset is the silver-pink moon of Aharté.

Iriset keeps her voice gentle and hot. “It’s entirely possible to share the eggs through any, though I’ve never heard of anyone inserting an egg into, say, a nostril.

However, theoretically, it should work, and if it were my rite, I would argue to try the nostril approach.

For science,” she says with a little smirk.

Singix huffs, tilting her face into Iriset’s hand. “Ah. Ah… how can you make it sound so… clinical, and at the same time so…”

“Erotic?”

The princess shakes her head slowly. “I don’t know that word, but it must be the right one.”

“Erotic. Sensually arousing. Titillating. Explicit. Carnal.”

Singix presses her hands to her mouth, and then surges to her feet. Iriset scrambles to back up from the sloshing water, though there’s nothing to splash except her bare skin. She catches Singix’s elbows and the princess kisses her. Tries to. It’s a little like being gently punched in the mouth.

Before Iriset functionally returns it, Singix backs off. Her eyes are huge and she breathes quickly. “I understand your meaning, Iriset. No—no penetration. That is for the marriage rite. The seeds. None of your—your projectiles or mine, in… side… our…”

“Orifices?” Iriset smiles slowly and Singix giggles, squeezing her eyes shut. Iriset says, “Very well. I won’t go inside you and you won’t go inside me. No penetration. And you’ll see how much fun it can still be.”

Singix shivers and Iriset squeezes her elbows. “And I’ll know how it’s different for my body with a changed inner design, once I’m married.”

“That’s right. And you’ll describe it to me in detail, yes? Let me trace the new pattern of forces?”

“I can be your teacher then,” Singix says so breathily and brave that Iriset is impressed she managed all the words.

Then the princess kisses her again.

It’s just lips at first, gentle, shy. Singix clasps her own hands together against her own throat, and Iriset holds her elbows.

Though they’re the same height, Singix stands in the tub, and it gives her a little advantage.

Only their lips brush together, and Iriset opens her mouth, getting a first taste of Singix’s bottom lip.

She kisses the corner of that pretty mouth, then kisses one high cheek, and right next to her ear.

As she leans in, Singix’s nipples skim against the top of Iriset’s breasts and Singix gasps, fingers clenching together.

Iriset kisses her neck and puts her hands around Singix, pressing them together.

They’re soft and wet and warm, with the rim of the tub between their legs.

Iriset gently scratches her nails along Singix’s spine, tasting the floral oils and perfumed water dripping down her neck.

Her hair smells like citrusy Ceres incense.

When Iriset’s hands reach Singix’s bottom, she grips the muscles, pulling Singix closer, and dips her fingers to the fold where ass meets thigh.

“Out,” she murmurs, and Singix nods. Iriset hauls her up.

Singix squeaks and throws her arms around Iriset’s neck.

It’s messy, but when Singix’s feet are on the tiles, Iriset kisses her mouth again, and it is so very hard not to push her tongue in, widen the kiss, make it deep and sucking and delicious—but she promised.

Instead she nibbles at Singix’s lips, licks just a little under her chin, and Singix obligingly lifts it.

Iriset kisses down her throat and Singix trembles, hugging Iriset with her head thrown back.

Singix exhales a quiet whimper, and Iriset kisses her collarbone, bites the swooping edge of clavicle, then sucks lightly.

If only she could give over completely, shove Singix down and do whatever she liked, whatever she needed. Lose herself in this princess.

Finding Singix’s hands, she brings them to her ribs, pressing, asking Singix to touch.

Iriset nudges one up, putting her right breast in Singix’s palm.

Her nipple is pebbled already, and Iriset hisses a little in pleasure.

She draws Singix’s palm away, putting her fingers against the nipple instead.

She rolls it on Singix’s finger, then arches her back, offering.

Singix takes the nipple and pinches. “Yes,” Iriset murmurs, pinching her own left nipple, tugging.

She wants to be fucked, but this is good, too.

The princess takes both of Iriset’s breasts, staring at her own hands like they don’t belong to her, and plays gently, too gently, but Iriset can already feel wet heat gathering at one particular orifice, the ache in her pelvic floor begging for friction and pressure.

Iriset watches the play of wonder and thrill across Singix’s face, the spark in her eyes and damp lower lip.

Singix runs her hands all over Iriset’s front, exploring.

This slow, gentle teasing isn’t Iriset’s style unless she’s taking notes, and she’s going to start squirming any moment.

Abruptly, Iriset bends and puts her mouth right over one of Singix’s breasts and sucks the nipple in. “Ah!” Singix says, grabbing Iriset’s head. Iriset flicks her tongue and sucks harder, and Singix’s fingers dig into Iriset’s half-knotted hair.

The damp skin is overwhelmingly nice in her mouth, filling her nose with bathwater scent. She fits her lips around as much of the flesh as she can, gently, the flat of her tongue to the hard nipple. She holds on to Singix’s soft waist. Singix is pressing her hips toward her in little thrusts.

Iriset grins around Singix’s nipple and moves down farther, mouth tracing the center of her stomach to her navel. Singix is shaking.

Leaning away, Iriset detangles the princess’s hands from her hair. “Sit on the edge of the tub,” she instructs, and Singix does it instantly, like her knees stopped working. “Hold on,” Iriset says, putting Singix’s hands to the rim next to her hips.

Then Iriset kneels down and pushes Singix’s legs apart.

“Oh Leq’ina,” Singix curses—the name of the Ceres demon of obedience, Iriset recognizes with a little laugh.

But her attention is on Singix’s thighs, the pale skin, and the dark hair curling lower than Iriset would have guessed, growing from the nest around her labia down the insides of her thighs like rain.

Iriset puts her face to it, on the left, and breathes deeply.

Singix whispers her name, and Iriset noses at the soft skin, smelling so much of the lovely bathwater and a sweet musky smell of arousal.

It’s nothing like Bittor’s smell, and despite all Iriset’s big talk, she’s never been with anyone with a feminine-forward design before.

Everything she learned about such bodies she learned on her own.

Iriset is almost dizzy with how excited she is.

Kissing her way toward the center, she holds Singix’s legs open. Glancing up once, she sees Singix watching her in a daze, mouth open, panting lightly.

Iriset slides her hands up the princess’s thighs and when her fingers brush the outer lips, Singix jerks—but forward, nearly slipping off the edge of the bath.

“S-sorry,” Singix gasps, and lets her head fall back again.

The tips of her long black hair fall into the bathwater.

Iriset takes it for the permission it is, and parts the labia with her fingers, staring at the inner layers, vivid pink and slick looking.

She leans in and presses her mouth to the folds, and Singix moans.

Iriset kisses Singix for all she’s worth, licking and sucking, and only avoids the hot hole, though she longs to dip her tongue inside, reach in with a finger or two, stroke the soft inner walls.

She keeps her hands on Singix’s thighs to avoid the temptation, and when she sucks lightly on Singix’s clitoris, the princess squeaks again and again, turning the little desperate noises into a chant.

Oh Holy Silence, Iriset is so hot, so aching. It tastes wonderful.

“Iriset, Iriset, I…” The princess lifts her bottom off the tub’s edge and pushes onto Iriset’s face. Iriset lifts one of her legs, shoving her shoulder under Singix’s knee so the princess has a little leverage to fall apart.

When Singix comes, she does so very quietly, bending over Iriset’s head, hugging her, breathing in long, shaking sighs.

Iriset holds her, licking her own lips, and tugs Singix to sink forward onto her lap, straddling her.

Iriset holds her tight. As Singix melts on her, Iriset lets go with one arm and slips her hand between their bellies.

She doesn’t expect to need more than a few strokes, to be honest.

She shifts just enough to make a little gap between her legs and gets her finger between her own folds, finding herself hot and rather disastrously wet.

Smiling against Singix’s neck, she easily presses, only shifting her wrist a little.

She slides her first two fingers inside, glad to be free to penetrate herself, she thinks with a private laugh.

But Singix blinks at her, then bends away to look down.

“Oh,” she says, and touches the shallow folds of Iriset’s bowed belly. “Can… can I?”

“Please,” Iriset begs, and laughs breathily for real at the speed with which Singix slides her fingers down.

Then Iriset groans and moves. Singix is using all her fingers, and Iriset doesn’t let her explore and tease, not anymore.

“There, like that, long and hard,” she says, and Singix obeys.

It’s barely any time at all before Iriset comes with a low moan that’s part lust, part relief.

She nearly ruins the post-orgasm pleasure for herself by thinking how glad she is to have tasted Singix before the Vertex Seal gets to.