13. Secrets

Secrets

Hiro

---

“Show me what undoes this beautiful body...” I whisper in the huntress’ ear when I feel the nerves die and her lust increase with the suck and massage of her pert breasts.

The stoop is honestly hurting my neck, and I like that she’s looking up at me while I encourage our hands between her legs, chest to chest again.

Sima lets go of me, guiding my hands to her ass while her hips unwind in a rolling grind. I’ve been connecting our energies, feeling rather than manipulating the flow of blood and Mytha in her body.

The spark that fires between us and lights her system reminds me why it’s called the surge. Finding a spot on her neck, I mimic the movement and flow with the rub of my palm on the delicate little gem that has her shivering again.

All Shin have to learn the basics of healing treatments. The anatomy books and the weaves that force us to link our energies to one another for healing weaves are my secret weapon here. Knowing the right pressure and how to push my energy through her system with the additional network we all have.

Humans call it magic; we call it essence. A delicate channel of spider vein passages that wrap around our blood and nerves. Having the same essential pressure points of the others and tied to our Wells—a second heart where the spiritual essence that allows us to cast and weave the natures is stored.

Every being on the Isle is born to earth, air, fire, or water. Demons, Fey, and other bloods may use them in different ways, but we all get one. Another reason Shin are trained for a full age before being considered for title. Our bodies, our minds, they’re pushed to every limit in our growing stages. To amplify, maximize and defy boundaries Sumns or Solsus’ followers have.

The Second Age of Naming, when we’re adults who train in their specialties, is all for this. The expansion and precision of our Mytha—our spiritual essence. One that gives me the ability to sense—feel by extension—everything that’s happening in Sima’s body.

Linking our networks like I would in a healing weave so I don’t hurt her. For every point I hit that she likes, there’s an echo in my own system. Something I’m not sure I can handle on top of my own zinging nerves.

I’m more worried about her not enjoying it than I am getting off. Even Stepan girls talk, and the last thing I can handle is being bad or selfish about it. Seeing to my throbbing need before meeting hers.

I only get how wet is wet enough when the crimson-haired Stepan slides me inside of her without hesitation. I can’t breathe for a second, and I’m hoping the buzz I give her clit to make her climax on entry spares her any discomfort she might have.

I feel her stretch and the pull of her accommodating me into her core. I don’t want to push too far too fast. She is so much tighter than I imagined women might be. The feeling of a velvet band squeezing me rather than my hand…

Physically it’s enough to take my breath away. Coupled with the Mytha exchange and mingling of our essences, it turns the firestorm of her passion into a blurred haze. It’s all I can do to start moving her up and down.

Mimic the basics of what I know from masturbation, and by the time she opens enough for me to get fully seated, I feel the unique ebb of my core. That call to release that generally doesn’t hit me until after an hour of my own devices.

Letting me understand that while the physical release is important for us to stay healthy and sane, it’s the share of our Mytha—opening and expanding the power of that additional network, the one that allows us to use magic and has points that can lock or open for more power. More resonance. More connection.

Hers feels like a blooming firework whenever she surges, and the energy—as much as her breath—makes the air all but glitter around us. I may have intellectually understood Lunamin. Giving our essence to the smallest moon, but this…

It makes sense in the most carnal and primal ways that click everything in my brain. Twine that pattern, that fabric, giving it shape, life, and understanding to the new pattern and sequence emerging in my mind. Getting me addicted to the whole body submission she gives.

Offering it all up for me to do what and how I see fit.... She can’t hold herself up, and it won’t last in our current position, so I easily put her on her back. Bringing her knees under my elbows and follow the flow that I know gives me the pulses, squeezes, and breathless pants that sizzle her essence.

I can’t leave those buttons alone, and more than a little disappointed by the tap she gives me thirty minutes in. “Zen… I can… can’t cum anymore.”

All those nerves come back with Sima half passed out, and the first claw—the lead Huntress—examines her for seed. Even if my face is half black with the paint that’s mandatory to walk as one of them, the blush goes to my ears with the woman eye-level to my still-throbbing shaft. Checking that everything between Sima’s thighs is clear rather than milky white.

Stepans don’t have birth control, and the reason their women practice is so that when a huntress settles on the brave she wants, she can ‘undo’ him inside her. A Stepan would never do that unless he believed that the woman could not only care for herself, but provide for and protect his child.

Honored as I am that Sima chose me as her first. As clear as the practice, the reason that shared physicality is essential...... I know that there’s something missing. We are friends. And I’d often thought about how much easier it would be if I were able to perform with men.

Friends being able to ease the other, seems natural. So did that. A natural progression of the relationship we had with the respect and mutual satisfaction I was always taught would come with it.

Even if I didn’t culminate fully, there’s something, primal, victorious about Innet having to carry Sima back to the women to care for. I scrub my face at Arnu’s comment to my dad. “He’s your boy, alright!”

No part of me can dissect that any more than the heart-stopping grin Sojin gives me, offering me his flask.

I know that wasn’t Sima’s intention or goal to claim me. Sex, here especially, is open and as much about pleasure as it is procreation. It still drives a wedge in the natural tear I’ve always had among them. The question if I’m Vale, or Stepan. Even if we live beyond the wall, all peoples who live below the pass are Valotion from the Valley.

Which I suppose makes me Stepan to them since I live north of the wall.

Reminding me of what I was trying to process in the tangent with Dad. That I’ll always walk in two worlds. Be forced to lie to anyone I consider being close to. Well, other than Ayame, but that’s its own problem.

The fact that I can even put her in the same sentence with that word hurts more than the rest. Frosting the buzz that was flowing through my system beforehand.

I know it was the burn. Me being a ‘retarded genius’, oblivious or resistant to nature’s call.

Still, Ayame is the only person, other than maybe Dad I’ve never lied to or hidden from. The person who took my hand and agreed to never let me walk alone. It’s the first real secret I've kept them.

The first true omission I've ever made.

But if I don't...... It feels like I’ll lose everything.

---

14: Ayame – Yoshin