Chapter 38: Traveling Hetaera Part 1

Content warning/Spoiler: A bit of Sex things.

"Mmmmm…" Yrelia purrs into the woman's ear, "Isn't my Ina such a good girl?"

Even though half my face is buried between this woman's legs I instinctively try to fight down the blush that begins to burn my cheeks. Can… Fuck I can even feel it reach my ears. Why… Why does that even still set my heart into a tizzy!?!

The woman moans and twists back into Yrelia's embrace, pushes fingers through my hair to pull me closer into her cunt while another reaches back to turn my lover to kiss her.

Lady... Oph... something. Ophrit? Fuck I'm terrible with names and faces. She's an older woman. Not... not like really really old, just... more mature than either my lovers or myself. Like... a decade or so.

Her Amwella bucks and writhes, its sweet taste screaming for me to just… speed up. Lick faster and harder and… But I remember my training. I keep my eyes locked on her or Yrelia's face, take a deep breath, and slow my work. My lover and teacher will signal me when I should bring her to climax.

"Fuck." The older woman moans, "Please, just… Fucking… fuck!"

Our clients are often about this articulate by the time my mouth is between their legs. Most can barely get words out this far along.

This goes on for another… well… at least half an hour. Slow kisses and caresses. A few little shuddering almost orgasms. Nails gently biting and tugging at my scalp while this woman moans and whispers sweet nothings as Yrelia holds her close and uses her fingers to dance sensual patterns across deep bluish skin.

Then it's time, and I indulge the hunger. Nothing matters then as I work her into a twitching twisting muddle before there is an explosion of sweet soulfire, and like a river into the ocean it just flows right into me. And at the end I'm not sure who's shaking more, myself or her.

When I push down the wondrous pleasure of the feeding, I remember my lessons. I pull out and back carefully, let warm breath and a few gentle kisses leave a trail away and up her inner thigh before settling against the woman's leg and giving her my best sensual and tired smile for when she opens her eyes.

It takes her a bit longer than most to recover. I'm almost worried we took too much and she's passed out from the experience. That's… happened once or twice. I can't always tell who can endure my work and who can't. Everyone wakes up fine in the morning. But… if they've only asked us for an evening then… well… waking them just to get our payment and leave feels a little… eh… I dunno. Rude.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck." The woman sighs.

Yrelia giggles, continues slow kisses down her shoulder and arm. "I told you my little Ina already had the skills of a full Hetaera when it comes to second lip dancing."

I… don't. Like Yrelia had first told me. Eating Pussy isn't hard. But… to masquerade as an apprenticed Hetaera I'd needed a bit more education. And while Yrelia still can dance circles around my best work, even her skills struggle to match the force of pleasure someone fills as I drink in some of their soulfire.

At first she was really annoyed and jealous, but now… now I couldn't help but melt into a puddle with how she looks at me every time a woman moans at my work. She's… she's so fucking proud and aroused and… I can barely take her giddy smiles she shoots me after we finish.

"That… that was…" The woman looks down at me, meets my smile with one of… something.

She tries to sit, Yrelia helps her get upright from the little pile of cushions at the back of this little bowl shaped Arudian bed. I move to draw back to give her space, but she catches my hand. Kisses my knuckles.

In silken smooth Arudian she murmurs. "The Moons and Stars would dip from the sky if you made love to them."

Or…Something like that. Fuck my Arudian is still rough. It was probably more eloquent than that. But I can't help but look away from her sparkling cerulean eyes.

"T… Thank you." I whisper back in a mangled and probably very bad Arudian.

A long pause, then she's pulling me close, surprising me with a long and warm kiss. I… well I don't freeze but for a surprised second. Then I recover and relax. Her juices are still all over my lower face, and most women quickly decide they don't like their own taste. So I try to politely match her, not give her a sudden influx of a flavor she'd hate.

But… then her hands are at my cheeks. And she seems to… to only want more. So I let my free hand rise and touch her leg. Fingers dance and–

Yrelia chuckles. A polite interruption. The woman sighs and pulls back and touches her forehead to mine.

"I'm too old and bound to be falling for some young pretty Hetaera with a wonderful tongue." She turns to Yrelia with a… well there is a mirth in the annoyed look. "You should leave before I try to steal her away from you."

All the training in the world couldn't stop the blubbering dizzying that flutters through me. My mouth opens and closes a few times, probably making me look like some beached fish. This was her third session with us in two weeks, and while I remember her satisfaction at the end of both, we'd thought little of her interest in this final appointment. She followed polite traditions of scheduling in the following days and avoiding awkward after-fuck passions. But… her sudden kiss and intensity are… well they worry me for some reason.

Yrelia nods seriously, but with a smirk. "You'd not be the first, probably won't be the last."

We all rise, and clean to whatever extent our work and pleasure involved. The woman takes the longest, with Yrelia needing to do very little more than touch up her hair and redress.

The woman pays Yrelia for our time and services, and… almost asks about our schedule over the next week. A confliction of desire and restraint flashing in her eyes as we wait by the door. I bite my lip, not even trying to… to entice her. Just genuinely trying to fight down a blush. But… no. She lets us leave her rooms without future requests.

Yrelia takes my hand and stretches, then…

"Ina?" She murmurs.

I look at her face, and find… a weird expression. "You okay?"

I realize then that I'm still blushing.

"Ye... Yeah." I huff, pull my cloak and scarf closer. "Just… She surprised me. I… I didn't expect her to… um… say those things."

"You're not thinking about trying to go back to give her a second go are you?" She smirks.

"WHAT!?!" I almost shout. "No! I… I was just… what if one of our next doesn't… Or they decide they… What do I do if someone tries to steal me away!?! If they… um…"

"Fucking get out." She huffs, smirk gone and teacher mode activated. "Only get rude if they get possessive. But if you start to feel a woman getting really clingy, offers extra and tries to get us to abandon other clients for her, we end any appointments. Okay?"

"Oh… Okay." I nod, "Why?"

"Because she can go from loving and clingy to spiteful real fucking fast." She squeezes my hand as we head down the stairs and enter the giant main area of this luxury inn. "Hetaera are generally beloved in Arudia, but fuck if you can't find yourself in danger real fast if someone starts spreading rumors and getting friends to help ruin your name."

"Oh." I whisper. "Is… is that normal?"

"No. But…" She bites the inside of her cheek. "Look, last time I did this, I had someone get too attached. I thought I could take advantage of her obsessions. It… let's just say that I told her too much and kinda almost fucked up a lot of things for our group."

I take her hand in both mine. "I'm sorry. Are… Are you okay?"

"What?" She jerks to look at me, smiles wonderfully. "Oh, yeah. Happened forever ago." Then her face goes serious again, voice drops. "But we're trying to stay pretty unnoticed here. Don't want anyone getting too… um… interested in our pasts and discovering certain… things."

Things like Yrelia not actually being a Hetaera. That her rings are… well not stolen. But… okay yeah totally stolen. And our little teacher-apprentice gimmick is just a ruse to get women to choose us over other more reputable Hetaera. Two professionals at basically standard rates. Other women will just think Yrelia is teaching me, and we get a solid income.

And I get to build up a wellspring of Amwella to heal my leg faster.

I nod back. "Mhm. Yeah. That's what I was worried about."

We'd hatched this crazy plan almost… five months back. Just after we crossed the Arudian border and found our funds and trades dangerously low. I wanted to contribute to our group. Support my lovers and… and with my leg so messed up…

The prosthetic I wear took forever to get used to, and only recently had Tasii and Yrelia surprised me with a new and wonderful replacement for the peg shaped thing I'd needed for those first four months or so. This one fit so much better, didn't itch like crazy, and was made of some gorgeous Arudian stone. Heavy enough to feel solid, light enough to move without too big a limp. Flexible too!

"Honestly, I should have talked to you about this at the start." She sighs, "Just… She caught me off guard."

"Me too." I echo her. "The kiss and the… fuck I feel like whenever I'm careful not to give someone the taste of their own juices they try to lick my face clean or something!"

She laughs at that, pulls me close as we move to leave the inn and step out into the bitter cold Arudian winds.

"Who was the first?" I ask. But when Yrelia gives me a confused look, I can't help but blush at my sudden question. "Oh! Sorry just… When she said she wanted to steal me. You said that… that she wasn't the first? Who else has… um… tried to steal me?"

I expect a laugh, or at least a smirk. But… she just looks ahead as we walk down the freshy snow sprinkled streets.

"Yrelia?" I press after the silence starts to worry me. "Is… was it Tasii? Are you…"

She jerks, at that. "What? No no no. I'm glad we all love and fuck. That's… no that's wonderful. Was honestly getting a little awkward that you and I were exclusive. Cracking that was sooo overdue."

"Oh." I sigh, calmer. "Then… who was it? I… I don't remember anyone else even trying to…"

"I… Fuck." She huffs with a little smile. "Maybe I'm just… I didn't expect this conversation."

"Sorry…" I bite my lip, then gather my courage. "Is… Is it the… um. My… Patron?"

Yrelia does laugh then. Not… It's not really a happy thing. Almost annoyed. "I'll worry about Her if she ever can talk without needing your mouth."

"Then… Those are kinda the only people I can think of!" I sigh, "Unless Lule is secretly wanting to carry me off…"

Her giggle is soft and warm and real. "Jevita would be sooo heartbroken. Cucked by her own baby."

I giggle too. Need to cover my mouth as the titters almost get out of hand. When we calm down there is a long pause. "Then… who?"

She sighs. "I don't want to put you in a sour mood. We still have another client tonight."

"Why would it?" I tilt my head, totally perplexed. "I'd never leave you all, but I can't say it doesn't feel nice to be wanted. Just… I was curious."

She nods. "I know, just… Ask me later?"

I huff. "I won't be able to focus if I'm constantly wondering about random women wanting to seduce me. It's… I'm going to look at everyone differently now!"

She sighs, stops. We're not running late but Yrelia always likes for us to arrive early.

"You sure?" She takes both my hands. "You… you really don't have any other ideas on who it might be?"

I roll my eyes. "No, Yrelia. I really really don't. I love my body but I don't think I'm that special or charming. Just… have a lucky little condition that makes my tongue feel great between someone's legs."

"That's just wrong. But…" A pained smirk. "You… I mean she literally kissed you."

I freeze, and barely notice Yrelia's expression turn worried as a bubbling rage fills me.

Emarial.

"That Cunt!?! When the fuck did I even mention that she…" I hiss. "I never told anyone that… That she…"

She winces. "You did, that first night when you um… merged. Kinda exploded on me and Tasii about it."

The memory oozes into my mind.

"Yrelia it… Fuck! It wasn't like that." I huff, look away. Chest filling with shame and embarrassment. "She… she thought… It… it was just an excuse to… she wanted to force her Amwella into me to… I don't know!"

"Mhm, I know." Yrelia pulls up my gloved hands to her chest, whispers quietly. "Not your fault."

I jerk, look over to her. "Wh… What?"

"She… Ina we never talked about this." She whispers. "But what she did was not okay. You… you're not responsible for it. And I don't blame you for what she did. Or love you any less."

Something breaks free from my chest, and a weight falls away. The wound left healing a bit at her words.

"Fuck." I spit, fight a wave of tears. "Thanks. I… I didn't realize how much I needed to hear that."

Yrelia pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner."

"But… It's not like she thought of me that way." I clarify as we pull away and begin to walk again.

Yrelia gives me a side-long look. "I… I guess I could have read her wrong."

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