What is Happening to Me?

Meryl was in the bedchamber and walked to the bed where she sat stiffly. She picked up a book from the bedside table, which had text on ancient symbols and started reading it as though it was the best thing to do in the world. She tucked her legs beneath her, pulled up a comforter and lowered her head to understand what was in there, little realizing that she was holding it upside down. Brishor and Chezzal glanced at her and then they went to take a bath together with a smirk. 

They came soon outside, with towels wrapped on their waists, and Meryl was only scandalized in their presence, her cheeks heated like a thousand suns. She did her best to stifle her moan and the wetness that was developing in between her thighs. Brishor came and sat in front of her. He took her book away, closed it and tossed it aside. Then he said, “Meryl, can we talk?” Seeing her soothed his tumultuous thoughts. H