Elegy for a Star Ch. 011-020

"I've been told it's natural. Instinctual."

Tess furrowed her brow, "So you'll just go in there and be the perfect swordfighter?"

"Nothing is perfect, and as powerful as a gift is, it can still be made better, understood more. There are ways that souls become more or less powerful," Gwen replied.

"But I don't have one," Tess replied sourly.

"No, Tess, and it's okay to be upset about that," Gwendolyn replied, "But you don't."

Chapter 19 - Scirocca

Tess wished for some alone time and Gwendolyn left with a squeeze of her hand.

"Miri?" Tess reached out in a whisper, but to no avail. The one time she really needed Miri's input, she couldn't get it. There was a tinge of frustration in her brow.

Tess began to cry. Thrust into this world with nothing to grasp onto, save Gwendolyn's coattails, she had finally thought she'd found some semblance of purpose. She could find a family in the Corps and make a life for herself.

The College sounded like a nightmare. How was she supposed to learn when she didn't even know the very basics of the world? Gods, what was the world even called? It felt like it was on the tip of her tongue. She knew it at some point, but it was beyond the reaches of her memory now. Joining the College would be like reading a novel when you didn't know your alphabet. Besides, Tess wanted to stand beside Gwen, not become a scholar.

"Excuse me," came a voice from behind Tess. It carried a unique accent that Tess wouldn't be able to place, but it was melodic and sweet. Tess turned around to see that winged woman approaching. For all of her golden jewelry, she was surprisingly silent; a testament to her gracefulness. The avian wings that sprouted from her lower back were folded and rested upon her hips.

Tess was trying to avoid her gaze as she wiped tears from her eyes. The woman leaned to the side to get a look at her. Her silky, jet black hair and the golden tassels hanging off of her headdress shifted about as she dipped her head to the side. "What's your name?" The woman spoke. Everything from her form to her eyes to the way she walked was exotic and inhuman. She could pass for a Fey like Mairaela if she kept her ears covered, but they were rounded like any human's.

"I'm..." She looked at the unnamed woman beside her and said with a sad laugh, "I'm Tess."

"Hi Tess," she replied, "I'm Scirocca. Why are you upset?"

"I have just been informed that I have no gift."

Scirocca's eyes widened and she shook her head, "Were you the last person in the ritual room?"

"I think so," Tess replied.

Scirocca sat down in the same seat where Gwendolyn had been moments ago. "You know," Scirocca spoke like her words were angelic, "Ulrich doesn't know as much as he lets on."

Tess looked up and quirked a brow, "What do you mean?"

"I mean to say that he's wrong," Scirocca replied simply. Though her voice was so beautiful, her face carried little expression.

"I have a gift?" Tess asked, perking up a moment.

"No," Scirocca replied, shaking her head, "Not for certain. But we can find out."

"Where do we do the ritual?"

"There's space in my room," Scirocca replied, straightfaced.

"Okay," Tess said softly, "Now?"

"I'm finishing my time here," Scirocca replied, "About one more hour. Wait for me here."

Scirocca spoke as though it wasn't an offer, but an insistence. Tess felt obligated to listen. There was something hypnotizing about Scirocca. It was possible that it was due to all of the tan skin on the display. Scirocca only wore a golden bra and skimpy, skintight pants that hung low on her hips. She was even barefoot. The woman wore far more jewelry than clothes, giving an illusion that she was appropriately dressed. Clearly distracted, Tess simply nodded and began to wait.

There were a few books around the library that Tess read to pass the time waiting for Scirocca. She was at least able to find a map. Auwra was the world, consisting of four continents: Soponora, Kasthyr, Cadama and Covesera.

Kravana Hall was nearly at the center of all of it. Tess wondered if that was intentional. It resided on the continent of Kasthyr, deep in the Branch of the Scholar, between the Empire and the Rebel Nations. The closest city was Oar's Rest, several miles north from the base camp.

By the time she was done orienting herself and learning the basics of the nations and city-states surrounding them, Scirocca arrived. "Are you ready to go?" She asked, offering Tess a hand up.

"Oh," Tess said, taking her hand and rising to her feet, "Thank you."

"Of course," Scirocca replied, turning and walking down through the aisles of books.

Bewildered by the winged woman's behavior, Tess hesitated, then followed.

Scirocca's room wasn't far from the library, located within the College. It was a larger room than Gwendolyn's, which was a surprise to Tess, considering Gwendolyn's special treatment as a knight. Immediately, Tess knew that Scirocca was someone special here, or the College treated their scholars a lot better than the Corps treated their soldiers. She suspected the former, however.

Her room was decorated with golden jewelry and red curtains. She possessed a writing desk, an armoire, a vanity table and a spacious bed with a crimson duvet with golden lining. She certainly had a theme going. Above the bed was a painting upon the wall of a desert landscape and a spire-like castle floating in the sky.

All in all, there wasn't much space on the floor.

"You said we could do the ritual here. Ulrich used a huge platform. Does it not need to be as big?" Tess asked as Scirocca moved about the room.

"That ritual requires space, yes," Scirocca replied vaguely. Tess narrowed her eyes a moment and navigated a little closer to the doorway. This was off. Had Scirocca heard the conversation she had with Gwen? Does she know about Miri? She and Gwen had been quiet and secluded, but not particularly vague in their discussion.

Scirocca took the hem of her low-hanging, skin-tight trousers, sitting just beneath the stem of the wings upon her hips. She wiggled those same hips, her wings bouncing from side to side, as she worked those tight pants down her legs. Tess got a lovely view of the woman's ass, full and round; a lovely contrast to her otherwise small frame. "This ritual will be different," Scirocca explained.

"What are you... doing?" Tess asked. Scirocca turned back around and began to work at the clasp between the two cups of her bra.

Scirocca had them separated in a moment, tossing the bra to the ground. Her breasts were average, but perky and high upon her chest, with small, dark nipples. Turning around now, Tess could see the mound of her sex. The wings certainly weren't some fashion statement. They sprouted from her hips like appendages, stretching and curling as Scirocca undressed. Tess was mesmerized for a moment, the blood in her body rushing downward.

"Preparing," Scirocca replied, "You'll need to take your clothes off." She then added, "Or at least your pants, but you may as well get comfortable."

Tess was standing there in disbelief, shaking her head a moment, "What are we doing?"

"The ritual, Tess," Scirocca sounded exhausted with the questioning. Scirocca eyed her a moment and then her brow raised, "My, full of surprises." Tess curled an eyebrow and Scirocca gestured to her pants. Tess could see the swollen bulge stretching her trousers. "That will make things easier," Scirocca said with a smile. One of the first emotions Tess found in her during their conversation.

Tess found her hands moving on their own. Miri wasn't talking to her, but she knew the demon would be pushing her by the shoulders to jump at the opportunity to fuck Scirocca. She was beautiful in an unnatural way, a way that was not better or worse than a human, but different. Unique. Gorgeous in a unique way that no other could duplicate.

"On the bed, please," Scirocca said, taking a few steps toward it.

Tess fumbled in her motions to remove her belt. Scirocca approached her, nudged her hands away, and began to undress Tess. Tess watched the woman, a few inches shorter than her, as her golden eyes stared up into Tess'. Her eyes were heavily lined with makeup, making them look large and beautiful, despite being narrowed in a sensuous way.

"Is this for the ritual?" Tess panted with a heavy breath.

Scirocca hummed with amusement, "Does it matter?"

With a clink, her belt was undone, her pants were shoved down below her hips, and Tess could feel her cock bouncing upward once it was freed. "Scirocca, I-.." Tess stammered.

Scirocca looked up at her, and Tess could feel her warm hand coming to grasp her length at the base, a second moving to cup her balls. Her hands worked slowly, gently milking her length while massaging the heavy sack beneath. "Yes?" Scirocca replied.

"I've never-.."

"That's okay," Scirocca replied.

Chapter 20 - Bedroom Ritual

Tess let out a soft moan, rocking her head back and panting toward the ceiling. Her hand rested on Scirocca's silky, black hair as her head bobbed to and fro, mouth wrapped around Tess' dick. Tess couldn't say who was better between Scirocca and Miri, but there was something that felt much more lewd about doing this with the winged woman, someone she wasn't sharing a body with, so soon after meeting her. That excitement made it all the more enjoyable.

Tess used both hands on Scirocca's head, not pressuring her in any way but using her to brace herself lest her knees buckle. Scirocca's suckling only picked up the more noise Tess made. Tess was in love. Not with Scirocca--though she was certainly enjoying the woman immensely--but with getting head. There was something so intensely enjoyable about someone giving their all to focus on just giving you as much pleasure as possible.

Just as Tess' eyes were fluttering shut, Scirocca's lips pulled away. Tess looked down at her and saw Scirocca licking her lips. She noticed that the woman had a hand between her own legs and spotted a glistening wetness. The thought excited Tess. Was she really going to have sex for the first time? Well, the first time that she can remember. Certainly the first time with a cock.

Tess must've had a dumb expression on her face for how sex-drunk she was. Dizzy with pleasure and lust. Even Scirocca couldn't help but cover her smiling lips, "You look ready."

Scirocca rose to her feet and took Tess' hand, urging her toward the bed and laying her down upon it. Tess relaxed, her head upon a pillow, her cock standing tall and wet from Scirocca's attentions. Gods, did she need to cum. Even her cock conveyed that notion. Hard and swollen, throbbing, already dribbling precum in little beads that run down the tip of her length.

Tess' chest was rising and falling, and she took it upon herself to cup her breasts and gently rub her own nipples. She gave little whimpers as Scirocca climbed onto the bed--dark and sleek, catlike--and made her way over to Tess. On her way, she dipped her head and drew one long lick up the underside of Tess' cock, crawling forward until her knees were just beside Tess' hips, and Scirocca's body was just above Tess' cock.

Scirocca was gorgeous. Tess knew that already, but seeing her there, so confident in herself--in her actions and body--knowing just what she wanted. She felt her body sinking into the bed, her mind going blank. For a moment, when her heart was fluttering like a vibrating bowstring, Tess forgot all of her problems and was just grateful to be here, in this bed, with Scirocca, about to do this.

The winged woman leaned down and pressed her lips to Tess', canting her head to find a more comfortable angle. Lips closed, the kiss was rather chaste for all that they've done and are going to do; It was a show of kindness and care, rather than lust and haste. That was the kiss that Tess needed. Any thought that she wanted to "save" her virginity for someone special fled her mind. Scirocca was special. Scirocca respected her. Scirocca cared that she was comfortable and secure. It was strange to find this in a stranger, and stranger still that Tess wasn't worried about anything right now. She was comfortable, relaxed and felt very safe for the first time since her summoning.

It was all of these thoughts swarming her mind that distracted her from the fact that Scirocca's hand was on her cock, guiding it between the woman's legs. Tess let out a lungful of air, unable to wipe the soft, excited smile off of her face, and watched between their bodies as they came together.

Tess could feel Scirocca's heat, and the winged woman parted her labia by running Tess' crown back and forth through them. After that, all it took was lining her up and slowly lowering her hips. Tess' head went back as she felt Scirocca's body struggle to accommodate her. "You're so big," Scirocca whispered, "The biggest I've seen." The compliments drove Tess wild. She couldn't say that it was a fantasy of hers--as far as she knew--that she wanted to have a dick, but it was quickly becoming something she was happy about. Better yet, it was a really, really nice dick.

Scirocca had to wiggled her hips, urging them down to squeeze Tess inside of her. It required a lot of back and forth, rising and falling, slickening Tess up for her to take inch after inch after inch. "Uuhn~.." Scirocca moaned, and that erotic sound drove Tess wild. She wanted to make this woman feel incredible. She had to.

The task was easier than Tess had expected, because Scirocca looked to be enjoying herself immensely as she slowly took Tess' cock inside of her. "You're going to reach places in me that no one ever has," the jeweled roman whispered, "In a way, that'll be a first for me, too, you know."

The thought drew a quiver from Tess, before she felt Scirocca's body meet her own. She was inside of her; inside of that tight, squeezing, hot body. She was burning up, feverish even, and Tess felt like Scirocca was melting around her cock like butter. She was wet, which made it all the easier when Scirocca began to bring up her hips and gently drop them down to Tess' body. The slick motion of squeezing Tess' cock in and out of her body drove Tess wild. She rocked her head back, side to side. Her toes curled and she let out excited, panting breaths. Her hands naturally went to Scirocca's hips, and the woman's wings covered around them, soft feathers embracing Tess' hands, as though she wanted them to remain there.

"Tess," Scirocca whispered as she rose and fell, building up a rhythmic pace, "Spank me."

Tess obliged, bringing one hand behind Scirocca's hip and smacking the woman's buttcheek, causing it to bounce and ripple in a pleasant manner. Tess enjoyed it, especially hearing Scirocca's gasp, and she repeated the action a few times, each to the same effect.

"You're getting close," Scirocca whispered, and Tess could very much feel that this was true. She wondered how her lover knew, but didn't press the issue right now. Scirocca continued, "Roll us over."

Tess followed instructions, urging Scirocca to the side and rolling on top of her, all while staying stuffed inside the woman's tight sex. Being on top gave Tess a feeling of control. She could fuck Scirocca however she liked right now; as fast and hard as she needed, if Scirocca were willing. Tess gave a testing motion, rocking her hips back and forward.

"I want you to cum inside me," Scirocca whispered into Tess' ear. Her breath was cool and smelled of cloves, "Can you do that for me?"

That was the last straw, and Tess knew that she was nearing the point of no return, so she dug in and went for it.

Pak, pak, pak!

The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room as Tess lost all control. The rhythm she'd built began to slowly break down as her hips jerked desperately. She couldn't bear it. Scirocca was too hot. Those wet, hot, grasping muscles squeezed Tess' cock it felt like they wouldn't let her go.

Finally, Tess' thrusts broke down into three deep, powerful pushes, climaxing into one final pump where she stayed as deep in Scirocca's body as she could. Tess' body quivered and shook, her whole form was tensed up and her cock pulsed once, then twice, and then began gushing cum deep into Scirocca's womb. "Keep going," Scirocca encouraged in between her own cries of joy, "Let it all out, Tess!"

There were a few more twitchy thrusts from Tess, but she otherwise stayed buried, filling Scirocca until the cum had nowhere else to go but for that pearly cream to spill out around Tess' thickness and make a mess of the bed between them. Tess collapsed atop Scirocca, who embraced her with arms and wings both. "You did it," Scirocca whispered proudly, which was charming given that it was such an easy and desired thing to do.

"Now let me clean you up," Scirocca cooed, "And I'll tell you about your gift."