Somewhere to Belong

by Fender18

All of her life Ingrid Brandl Galatea dreamt only of becoming a knight. Romance had never even crossed her mind, at least not until she met Dorothea Arnault at the Officers Academy. More detailed summary in chapter 1. G!P Ingrid.

4. Chapter 4

A few days later.

Dorothea had been sitting in the dining hall having lunch with Hilda.

"Is Ingrid not joining us today?" Hilda asked.

"No. She's at the training grounds with Felix and Sylvain this afternoon. I'm going to take her a snack on the way to my next lecture though."

"I swear all she does lately is eat and hang out with the boys at the training grounds. Have you two even gotten to spend much time alone?"

"Sure." Dorothea nodded. "We've actually been spending quite a bit of time together."

"So then..."

"So...?" Dorothea questioned.

"Did you do it with her yet or what?"

"Not yet." Dorothea shook her head.

"Girl, seriously?"

"Don't you think I would have told you already if we had done anything?"

"I guess so. I'm just surprised. You've never waited this long for anyone. It's been months."

"I'm more than willing. But, if she's not ready yet, it's okay. I don't mind waiting. I expected from the start that we'd take things slowly."

"Yeah, but you've gotta be getting a little frustrated at least, aren't you?"

"Well...a bit, yes." Dorothea admitted.

"She hasn't even like tried to finger you or anything?" Hilda asked.

"No. She's felt me up a few times, but only over my shirt. And she'll barely let me touch her when we make out. She usually gets anxious and makes up an excuse to leave as soon as things start to get heated."

"I doubt that has anything to do with you though, if that's what you're thinking. She's probably nervous. We're assuming she's a virgin, right? She has to be. She was practically terrified to try to kiss you for the first time…"

"I'm almost positive that she's a virgin." Dorothea nodded. "At the ball she told me I'm the only girl she's ever kissed."

"You know, I've noticed she won't ever change clothes in front of anyone and she's never come to the sauna with any of us either. You think she's maybe just uncomfortable with her body?"

"I think it's something like that, yes." Dorothea sighed.

"I don't know what she really has to be shy about though. She looks fine." Hilda shrugged. "We're all girls, getting naked in front of each other shouldn't be that big of a deal. It's a lot easier than getting naked in front of a guy."

"I can understand her having a tough time around other people, but it bothers me that she still seems so uneasy when we're together, you know? I just wish there was something I could do to help her get past this. I really want her to open up to me..."

"If it bothers you, talk to her about it. With someone as shy as she is, you're almost definitely going to have to take control. She doesn't have that much experience, so she probably doesn't have any idea what to do and I'm sure she doesn't want to disappoint."

"You're probably right." Dorothea nodded.

"Stroke her ego a little bit. You know how these things work. I bet a little extra confidence is all she really needs. She'll be topping you in no time." Hilda laughed.

"I wish." Dorothea snorted. "She tries so hard with everything she does. I know she has it in her."

"Oh yeah. Once she's gotten a little practice under her belt, look out..."

Hilda then noticed Annette and Mercedes walking into the dining hall.

"Annette! Mercedes!" Hilda waved their two classmates over to where she and Dorothea were seated.

"Hey, you guys are still making snacks for the sleep over, aren't you?" Hilda asked.

"Of course." Mercedes smiled. "I have a few new recipes we're going to try out."

"Is Ingrid coming tonight, Dorothea?" Annette asked.

"I want her to, but she probably won't be able to make it."

"Aww. That's too bad." Annette frowned. "We should at least save some snacks for her."

"I don't get why she won't hang out with us." Hilda said. "You two have been dating for months and she's never come to any of our sleep overs. Even when it's just a few of us in my room. Everyone else is coming tonight. Does she not like us or what?"

"That's not it at all." Dorothea said. "She said she needed to study and she's probably going to bed early."

"I'm sure she would be bored anyway." Annette added. "You know Ingrid's not all that interested in the girly things that we like."

"Neither is Leonie. She's one of the biggest tomboys I know, but she's still coming." Hilda countered. "Besides, we don't even have classes tomorrow. It's not like she has to spend the whole night driving herself crazy with studying."

"Don't be too hard on Ingrid." Mercedes said. "You know how much she wants to become a knight. She wants to do well."

"Please. We all know she's gonna be first pick of squire when she graduates." Hilda said. "She needs to chill out and stop being so uptight about everything all the time. Even the queen of uptight, Imperial Princess Edelgard herself is planning to grace us with her presence." Hilda said, mockingly as she rolled her eyes. "So why won't Ingrid?"

"Wow." Dorothea laughed. "What do you have against Edie?"

"She annoys me. That's all." Hilda shrugged.

"I don't know. Am I sensing a bit of...sexual tension, perhaps?" Dorothea playfully raised her eyebrow.

"Of course not!" Hilda spat. "You think I would ever go for someone like that? You've gotta be kidding me."

"Stranger things have happened. Opposites do tend to attract, you know." Dorothea teased.

"Just drop it. This isn't about her anyway, it's about Ingrid...don't change the subject." Hilda said.

"You're the one that brought it up." Dorothea mumbled under her breath. "But, if Ingrid doesn't want to come or says she can't come, I won't force her. I can't make her anyway."

"Why are you being so defensive?" Hilda asked. "Before you guys were dating, it didn't really matter, but now don't you think she should be making more of an effort? It's just a sleep over. It's one night and she still can't be bothered to show up? Doesn't that upset you?"

"I'm not being defensive. And no, it doesn't upset me at all. We're allowed to do things separately. It's fine."

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"I can't believe you're not going to this sleep over." Sylvain said. "Why not?"

"You know exactly why not." Ingrid rolled her eyes.

"I know you're scared of getting a boner in front of everyone, but if you do, would it really be the worst thing to ever happen?"

"Yes. It would be humiliating and awkward and-"

"Just hear me out for a minute…" Sylvain said.

"Sylvain. Whatever perverted nonsense is going on in that head of yours. I'm really not interested. Can we get back to training now?"

"In a minute. First, I want to talk about this sleep over. Say the other girls are practicing making out or whatever and..."

"Wait. Is that what you think they do?" Ingrid asked, looking at Sylvain.

"It is, isn't it?" Felix shrugged. "What else would they do?"

"Don't look at me." Ingrid said, dismissively. "How would I know? I've never been to one before. But, I doubt it. If Seteth is allowing it, there's no way..."

"Okay well anyway. Listen, so you're sitting there while they're making out and everything." Sylvain said. "Of course you get an obvious boner and-"

"This already sounds like the beginning of every worst nightmare I've ever had." Ingrid said.

"No way. You'd be in a room packed full of hot girls. Don't you think they'd feel obligated to lend you a hand...or maybe even more than that..."

"No." Ingrid said flatly. "Why would they?" She rolled her eyes. "Goddess, you can be such a pig sometimes." She shook her head.

"What you don't think it would be hot? You could have Dorothea and more."

"I'm not even slightly interested in that sort of thing. Dorothea is the only person I'm interested in being intimate with and I can't even manage that..."

"Would you just tell her about your dick already and stop whining about it." Felix said.

"I'm trying. It's not as easy as it seems."

"Well do you think it's going to get easier if you wait longer?" Felix said sarcastically.

"No. I know it won't...you just don't understand. No one does..." Ingrid handed her lance to Sylvain. "Here. I'm going to call it a day..."

Ingrid trudged off toward the large wooden doors of the training grounds.

"Do you always have to be such a jerk?" Sylvain shoved Felix's shoulder. "Ingrid's tough, but you know how sensitive she is about this. Would it kill you to be nice for once?"

Sylvain ran after Ingrid. "Ingrid. Wait." He called out.

When Sylvain caught up to Ingrid, he stepped in front of her.

"Don't let him get to you." Sylvain said. "You know how he is."

"It's fine, Sylvain." Ingrid said dismissively.

"You're okay?"

"Yes." Ingrid nodded.

"A bunch of the guys are going to hang out later, we were going to try to scare the girls. You're welcome to join us since you don't want to go to the sleep over."

"Thanks." Ingrid smiled slightly. "But, I think I just want to be alone for a while."

"Okay." Sylvain nodded. "I hope you change your mind though. If you do, come find us."

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Later that evening.

Ingrid had been pacing back and forth about her room, practicing aloud all of the things she wanted to say to Dorothea.

"Dorothea...I have something important that I need to tell you. I'm...different from other girls. I have a...my body...I...I was born with...I have this condition-"

Ingrid slumped down on her bed and sighed heavily. "This is no use. I can't even get the words out when I'm alone. How am I ever supposed to tell her?"

Ingrid ran her hand through her bangs as she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." Ingrid called out.

The door opened and Dorothea stepped into view.

"Hey you." Dorothea said sweetly.

"Hi." Ingrid smiled. "I thought you'd be at the sleep over. I heard Seteth is letting everyone camp out in the reception hall."

"He is, but we're not meeting up until later. I assumed that you wouldn't be going tonight, so I thought I'd keep you company for a while." Dorothea walked toward the bed. "If you're not too busy."

"Not at all. That sounds nice."

"I thought I heard you talking to someone, but I guess not."

"Oh. I was just thinking out loud. That's all."

"Anything I can help with?" Dorothea reached down and took Ingrid's hand.

"I don't think so. It's nothing. Would you like to sit down?" Ingrid slid over on the bed to make room for Dorothea.

"I'd love to." Dorothea smirked as she instead sat down across Ingrid's lap, wrapping her hands around the blonde's neck.

"Oh. Um, okay." Ingrid's breath hitched in her throat.

"I'm sure we can find something fun to do together..." Dorothea said huskily as she pressed her lips to Ingrid's.

Ingrid quickly felt an overwhelming sense of panic set in as Dorothea began to play with her long, blonde hair. She was used to Dorothea's blatant flirting and forwardness, but this evening her advances were particularly strong and Ingrid was in no way prepared to handle them.

"Uh...I...um..." Ingrid stuttered, she felt her heart begin to pound relentlessly against her rib cage.

A strong heat flooded between her legs as she felt her penis involuntarily twitch in her pants. Ingrid took in a sharp breath, trying to keep her mind on as many un-arousing things as possible, trying her best to prevent herself from obtaining a desperately unwanted erection, but she knew at this point it was almost certainly inevitable. Dorothea was so close to her. The weight of the former songstress' body perched on her lap, the intoxicatingly sweet scent of her perfume that made Ingrid's head spin and the way Dorothea's fingertips playfully danced through her hair all proved to be too much for Ingrid to handle. Her senses were rapidly overloading and she almost immediately began to stiffen beneath Dorothea's thighs. Dorothea kissed Ingrid again, smiling against her lips as she felt Ingrid grow hard underneath her.

"Dorothea...I..." Ingrid stood up, lifting Dorothea up into her arms and off of her lap. "I...I don't think this is such a good idea." Ingrid set Dorothea down onto the bed, maintaining eye contact and silently praying that the former songstress' eyes wouldn't wander downward.

As much as Ingrid wanted to tell Dorothea the truth, she still felt wildly underprepared. Dorothea had caught her completely off guard and now she wasn't thinking clearly enough to string together coherent thoughts. But, this was her room, she didn't have anywhere to run this time, so trying to conceal her erection from view was her only option at the moment. Ingrid reached over and grabbed the nearest book from the night table at the head of her bed.

"I'm sorry. I have a lot of studying I should be doing." Ingrid quickly sat back down on the bed, opening the book in her lap. "You know with exams coming up and everything, I can't afford to neglect my studies."

"Ingrid. We really need to talk. You've been so anxious lately and I want you to know that I understand why. I know what you've been trying to hide from me." Dorothea's eyes wandered down to the book that Ingrid had opened across her lap. "I figured it out."

"Oh no." Ingrid squeezed her eyes closed, her heart throbbed in her chest. It was too late. She silently cursed herself for being unable to control her own hormones. "Please Dorothea. You can't tell anyone." Ingrid begged. "I don't want the whole academy to know about it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I've honestly been meaning to-I just...I didn't know what to say-" she rambled, panicking about every possible thing that Dorothea could be thinking. "I'll understand if you want to stop seeing me, I wouldn't blame you, but please keep it to yourself..."

"Why would you think I'd be so anxious to go tell everyone?" Dorothea questioned. "Or that I'd want to break up with you over this?"

"Because I'm not like the other girls..." Ingrid kept her eyes staunchly focused away from Dorothea. "I'm not normal-"

"So?" Dorothea shrugged. "That doesn't matter. Who ever said being different is a bad thing?"

"I'm not just a little bit different. I'm a freak…"

"No, you're not. You have a penis. So what?"

"You...you're not upset?" Though Ingrid felt relieved, she still couldn't bring herself to look her girlfriend in the eyes.

"Of course not. And I would never go around telling everyone." Dorothea moved closer to Ingrid and took her hand in her own. "Please look at me."

Ingrid hesitantly lifted her head, her gaze meeting Dorothea's. Dorothea could tell that Ingrid was on the verge of tears and she could easily detect the anxiety in her girlfriend's eyes.

"You don't need to worry. This will stay only between us."

"Thank you." Ingrid breathed a heavy relieved sigh. "And I'm really, really sorry. I tried not to...you're just so beautiful and when you kiss me...sometimes it...I swear I can't control it...I hope I haven't offended you or-"

Dorothea smiled.

"No need to apologize at all. I'm certainly not offended…I was hoping to get a rise out of you." She winked. "It seems I succeeded in the most literal way."

Ingrid couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. She was grateful for Dorothea's sense of humor and ability to lighten the mood. Ingrid was thankful that all of this was now finally out in the open. She felt relieved that she didn't have to hide herself anymore, but most of all she was happy that Dorothea wasn't upset, angry or disgusted.

"I've been trying like crazy. You always flirt and get my hopes up, then immediately shut down and take off on me when things start to get even a little bit heated between us."

"I'm sorry. I've been really nervous about how you'd react to this whole thing...I know I should have said something sooner, but I wanted to try to win you over before I told you. I thought maybe then it wouldn't matter so much and you'd be able to overlook it."

"It doesn't matter at all. It never did, sweetheart." Dorothea said. "I like you for who you are. That's what matters."

"I'm so glad. But, this isn't exactly how I'd intended to have you find out...I'm sure it must have been...surprising and confusing for you...I'm sorry about that..."

"You think I'm only just finding out right this minute?" Dorothea chuckled.

Dorothea watched the color drain from Ingrid's face.

"You...you already knew? For how long?"

"I've had my suspicions for a while now."

Ingrid was genuinely surprised. She thought she had done a relatively good job hiding her secret until now. Every interaction she had ever had with Dorothea raced through her mind as she attempted to pinpoint when exactly it could have been that she had given herself away, but she couldn't come up with any one specific instance. Ingrid was now more confused by the fact that Dorothea hadn't said a single word whenever it was that she had initially discovered her secret.

"What would have made you think-"

"There were a few things. For instance, I started to notice the way you often keep your textbook in your lap, particularly during Manuela's seminars and Professor Byleth's lectures."

Ingrid covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed. You just happen to like tits." She shrugged. "Which is very lucky for me. Of course I'd prefer for you to look at mine instead. I've caught you checking them out plenty of times."

"I'm so sorry." Ingrid groaned. "I-"

"Ingrid. It's okay. I'm your girlfriend, you're allowed to look. I encourage it." Dorothea smiled. "And I love when you touch me."

Dorothea reached up and gently stroked Ingrid's hair. "Lectures must be especially frustrating for you. You're so smart, I know that you know the answers to the questions, but you never volunteer to go to the blackboard, you hate giving reports in front of the class and you never do anything to draw attention to yourself either. It's not the lecture material that's hard, is it?"

Ingrid's cheeks grew an even deeper shade of red.

"You're not the only horny teenager to ever get a hard-on during class. It happens." Dorothea said, matter-of-factly. "It's not a big deal."

"I don't mean to-sometimes it just...even if I'm not thinking about sex...it's not every day or anything like that-"

"I know that, silly." Dorothea smiled. "Raging hormones and having to sit through classes surrounded by so many gorgeous girls all day. It's bound to happen sometime."

"But, how I hold my books during lecture? That's really what made you suspect that I-"

"Oh no. That's not the only thing. Actually, I didn't really find that in itself particularly unusual until I began to piece together several other things I've noticed as well. Like there's the way you're always strategically hiding yourself behind other objects too. Furniture, weapons, clothing, you name it, you've stood behind it."

Ingrid sighed heavily.

"You also won't ever change clothes in front of me or any of the other girls. You always have an excuse for skipping the sleep overs, you won't even stay in my room…only to cuddle with me."

"I didn't realize I was so obvious." Ingrid stared down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with her girlfriend.

"Well honestly I still couldn't be certain about it. Those things are all mostly circumstantial. But, there was one morning at the stable, that's when I knew for sure. Your riding trousers are what finally betrayed you. They aren't exactly the most forgiving of garments when you're slightly...excited."

"Sylvain told me to try going one size bigger in my riding pants." She gritted her teeth. "Damn it. Why didn't I listen?"

"Your riding pants look fantastic. I think you fill them out quite well." Dorothea smiled. "I wouldn't change sizes."

"Why didn't you say anything when you first thought-or especially when you actually saw-"

"I didn't think that much of it, to be honest. I mean sure I was surprised when I first found myself actually considering the possibility. But, it's not an issue at all. We don't need to make it into one. It doesn't change how I feel about you."

"I'm so grateful." Ingrid said. "You have no idea."

"At first, I thought it would be better to wait for you to come to me yourself with this. I didn't want to push you too much, but you're obviously very shy about it. I could tell that avoiding the subject and trying to hide it was only making things even more difficult for you."

"I'm sorry I couldn't work up the nerve to tell you myself. I even practiced what to say, I just couldn't ever manage to get the right words out."

"That's why I thought you could use a little nudge. Maybe it was wrong of me to basically force you into talking about this. It wasn't my intention at all to embarrass or upset you, so I hope you're not angry. I just didn't want you to have to feel like you needed to hide this from me anymore and I wasn't sure that you'd be able to tell me the truth unless there was no way for you to deny it."

"I'm not angry. I'm grateful. You initiated a difficult conversation between us that was long overdue. One that I was too much of a coward to start myself."

"Don't say that." Dorothea placed her hand on Ingrid's cheek. "I can understand how this would be difficult for you to talk about."

"You're certain this doesn't bother you? It's all right if you're...uncomfortable about it or at least need some time away from me to process your thoughts. I'll understand. I at least prepared myself for that possibility already."

"I'm not uncomfortable at all. I am curious about some things though..."

"I assumed you would be." Ingrid nodded.

"Is it okay if I ask a few questions?"

"Sure." Ingrid agreed. "What do you want to know?"

"You have the full package, right? Penis and testicles too?"

"That's right. All of that." Ingrid blushed, she didn't expect to be so embarrassed at the sound of the words coming from Dorothea's lips. They were only body parts and shouldn't be anything to be to be embarrassed about.

"Are you circumcised?"

"I...am...yes...does that make a difference?" Ingrid asked, nervously.

"No. Not really. I was just wondering." Dorothea said, reassuringly. "Obviously you can get erections just fine. You can orgasm normally, can't you?"

"I can." Ingrid nodded. "I don't think I would have survived these past few months if I couldn't." Ingrid intended to take a more lighthearted tone to help lighten the mood, but her tone instead ended up sounding much more serious and matter-of-fact.

Dorothea chuckled. "So then...when you masturbate...when you finish, do you ejaculate or does it just feel good, but nothing else happens..."

Ingrid was surprised at how casually and easily Dorothea spoke all of these typically considered embarrassing words. The former songstress didn't seem bothered, embarrassed or self-conscious in the slightest.

"No. I mean...yes. It does feel good, but I also do...um...that." Ingrid said, awkwardly.

"In that case, are you able to get another woman pregnant then?"

"I'm not sure. The doctors I've seen in The Kingdom don't know. They haven't dealt with a case like mine before. They said everything seems to be normal and functional. They said there are herbs and some treatments that I could try which may help to increase my potency, but there's really no way of knowing if I can produce children until I actually try to..."

"Does anyone else here know besides me?"

"Only a few people. Dimitri, Felix, Sylvain, and Leonie. Professor Manuela also knows in case I have any medical concerns while I'm here. And Mercedes accidentally found out not long after we met at the academy, following a very unfortunate and embarrassing tea party mishap in her room."

"What happened?" Dorothea asked.

"Well, she invited me to her room for tea and snacks after we had stable duty together one afternoon. I was nervous and clumsy. I knocked my cup over, spilling tea and pastry all over myself. Being the naturally sweet person that she is, Mercedes insisted on helping me clean myself up. Before I could even protest, she already had a handkerchief in hand, blotting the stain on the front of my riding trousers...I'm sure you can figure out what happened next..." Ingrid blushed deeply again. "I wasn't used to ever being touched there…I accidentally...well...I ended up ruining that pair of underwear."

"Oh no." Dorothea chuckled, placing her hand in front of her mouth. "I'm so sorry. I really don't mean to laugh. I'm sure it wasn't funny at all for you."

"I guess it was a little funny, thinking back on it now anyway." Ingrid chuckled. "At the time it was one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. I was absolutely mortified. Thankfully, I have a little more control now. And fortunately, Mercedes is very kind and not one to gossip."

"So she took it well then, I'm assuming? You two seem friendly enough."

"What? Sh...she didn't. We never...I couldn't..."

Dorothea didn't speak, but only confusingly furrowed her eyebrows at Ingrid.

"Wait...oh Goddess. You meant how did she take the situation...not my-" her face and neck quickly flushed a deep shade of red at her misunderstanding.

"Well, well, well...someone certainly has her mind in the gutter, yes?" Dorothea giggled.

"I'm sorry. I feel so dumb-I'm a complete idiot-"

"You're not. Relax." Dorothea leaned over and pressed her lips to Ingrid's. "I'm glad you're opening up about this. It's great that we're finally talking about it."

"Dorothea...you don't think anyone else knows about me...do you? If you noticed all those things and were able to figure it out, now I'm worried that others may have as well."

"Calm down." Dorothea reached up and comfortingly ran her fingers through Ingrid's hair. "I don't think anyone else knows. I think it was easier for me to figure out because I've been closer to you than most people and I've paid a lot of attention. We've spent so much time together lately. Besides, a lot of the girls like to gossip and I haven't heard anyone ever mention anything. Especially Hilda. She always knows everyone's business and this is something that's never come up before."

"Good." Ingrid breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Some of the girls do question why you've never come to any of the sleep overs, but I don't think they have any idea. I used to wonder a lot too. I was always disappointed that you never joined us, but then I began to understand why you haven't. That's why I never pressured you to come, even though I always wanted you to."

"It's not that I've never wanted to come to the sleep overs. I do like the other girls here and I feel terrible about always making excuses for myself. I'm already awkward enough, but I'm usually more comfortable around the boys. Although I don't feel like I always fit in with them…I know I definitely don't fit in with the girls, so I've always spent a lot of time alone."

"Listen to me. You fit in just fine." Dorothea leaned over and pressed her lips to Ingrid's cheek. "You're as much of a girl as the rest of us and always welcome to join in on whatever we're doing. If anyone ever has a problem with that, then they'll have me to answer to. And they won't like it."

Ingrid smiled softly and leaned over to hug Dorothea, who happily returned the embrace. "Thanks. You better hurry and get to the sleep over though. I wouldn't want you to miss anything because of me."

"I'm not leaving you alone. If you're not going, then I'll stay here with you instead. They won't miss me."

"Are you sure? You don't have to do that. I wish I could go, but no matter how much I try, I absolutely can't control what happens in my sleep...the last thing I want is to risk waking up in front of everyone with a huge, embarrassing-"

"Huge, huh?" Dorothea chuckled. "Well, I'm certainly not complaining...but, maybe you aren't quite as modest as I thought you were." She teased.

"Oh. No. I'm sorry. That's not exactly what I meant." Ingrid blushed. "I'll be honest...you shouldn't get your hopes up. I'm not very big."

"I was only teasing." Dorothea said. "I couldn't care less about your size. It's not important."

"Even small, something that's on the wrong body has still always felt much too big, you know?"

"Aw, Ingrid. There's nothing wrong with you or your body at all, okay? Please try to get that out of your head." Dorothea said reassuringly, placing her hand on the blonde's shoulder. "You're perfect exactly the way you are."

"Thank you, Dorothea." Ingrid smiled slightly. "It really does mean a lot to me to hear you say that."

"You must feel so relieved to finally have this all off of your chest." Dorothea gently cupped Ingrid's cheek.

"I do feel quite relieved, yes." Ingrid agreed. "Trying to keep my secret from you was really starting to take a toll on me and our relationship."

"I know, but everything is okay now. Since everyone else is busy, maybe tonight you and I can finally have our own sleep over? Just the two of us."

"That sounds great." Ingrid leaned in and pressed her lips to Dorothea's.

When the kiss was broken, Dorothea glanced downward as Ingrid shifted underneath the book that she still had clutched tightly across her lap.

"Are you…still hard?" Dorothea asked.

"A little..." Ingrid's cheeks burned, she tightly pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes closed.

Dorothea took the book from Ingrid, closed it and placed it back on the nightstand, out of the way. "I'd be happy to help with that. If you want me to."

"I...would..." Ingrid slowly opened her eyes, her gaze wandered upward until her deep green eyes locked themselves intently on Dorothea's equally vibrant green eyes.

Ingrid felt the former songstress' hand slowly slide up over her thigh. Dorothea leaned forward and pressed her lips to Ingrid's as she moved to straddle the blonde's lap. Ingrid closed her eyes as she felt Dorothea's tongue slowly trace her bottom lip. When Ingrid parted her lips, Dorothea didn't waste any time in quickly dipping her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Dorothea's tongue massaged Ingrid's and the former songstress began to slowly undo the buttons on Ingrid's shirt. When Dorothea reached the last button, she pulled away from Ingrid's lips only to begin kissing her neck instead. Ingrid placed her hands around Dorothea's waist, feeling the former songstress' lips graze over her throat. Dorothea slid her hands up over Ingrid's bra-clad breasts, she lifted the shirt off of her shoulders and dropped it into a heap on the floor. Ingrid's lips quickly found Dorothea's again as the former songstress' hand slowly traced its way over the blonde's inner thigh. Ingrid couldn't even describe how free she felt at this moment, it was wonderful to be able to share this kind of intimate time with Dorothea and not once have to worry about having to hide the inevitable erection that almost always followed. Ingrid groaned into the kiss as Dorothea used her hand to gently cup the ever-growing bulge at the crotch of her trousers.

After a few minutes, Dorothea stood up from Ingrid's lap and held her hand out, urging the blonde to stand as well. Once Ingrid had gotten up off of the bed, Dorothea's eyes wandered from Ingrid's face, down her body until they settled on her belt buckle. Dorothea reached down and very slowly undid Ingrid's belt. Ingrid watched, completely paralyzed, as Dorothea tugged her riding pants down her thighs. Dorothea's eyes were drawn to the now quite prominent bulge in Ingrid's underwear. The way Dorothea looked at her caused the blonde's cheeks to grow even warmer than they already were. No one aside from her doctors had ever seen her penis before and now the only thing separating Dorothea from her naked lower half was the thin fabric of her underwear which did absolutely nothing in the way of masking her arousal. Dorothea noticed the redness of Ingrid's face, neck and chest further deepen.

"Are you okay?" Dorothea asked. "If you don't want to do this, I'll stop. Please don't feel pressured. It's all right if you're not ready."

"No. I want this." Ingrid said. "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous."

"It's all right. Try not to be so self-conscious. It's only me." Dorothea gently placed her hand on Ingrid's chest and kissed her. "You don't have anything to be worried about."

Dorothea then slid her hand down Ingrid's bra-covered breasts and bare abdomen to the waistband of her underwear.

"Is it okay if we get these out of the way?" Dorothea asked, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of Ingrid's shorts, but decided to make no further effort to remove them until Ingrid gave her consent to do so.

"Yes." Ingrid nodded. Her heart throbbed and she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.

Dorothea slowly slid Ingrid's underwear down her thighs and to her knees, finally freeing the blonde's hardened member from its constraints. She took a moment to carefully survey her girlfriend's endowment as it stood proudly at attention in front of her, now almost fully erect. Dorothea had immediately noted Ingrid's size. Despite what she had said, Ingrid certainly wasn't small by any standard. It was clear to Dorothea that Ingrid was either not nearly as small as she thought herself to be or she was simply very humble.

"Oh my..." Dorothea raised her eyebrows. "Look at you."

Ingrid panicked, she looked down at her member, unsure of what Dorothea was thinking.

"Do you honestly think you're small, or were you just playing coy with me?" Dorothea asked, wrapping her hand you around Ingrid's shaft and beginning to stroke her to her maximum length. Ingrid's member felt smooth in Dorothea's hand. The former songstress was a little surprised that her girlfriend didn't have any pubic hair at all. For a moment, Dorothea wondered if the lack of hair was due to some hormonal side effect of Ingrid's condition or if she simply just preferred a smooth aesthetic and was very particular about her grooming habits. After several more strokes of Dorothea's hand, Ingrid had easily achieved a full-fledged erection. She was now without question much harder than she had ever been in her entire life and to the point where she was almost painfully erect.

"You...you don't think I'm small?" Ingrid asked, a pleasurable sigh following behind her question as she glanced downward at her member in Dorothea's hand.

"No." Dorothea gently circled her thumb over Ingrid's swollen tip. "You're actually well above average."

"I...really?" Ingrid said, apparently very surprised. "You're not just saying that?"

"Of course not." Dorothea said as she began to stoke Ingrid again. "Don't sell yourself short because you aren't." She giggled. "No wonder your riding pants couldn't hide it."

"Mmmm." A small sigh escaped from Ingrid's lips, Dorothea's hand was gentle and so much softer than her own. It felt warm and extremely pleasurable unhurriedly working up and down her shaft.

"Feel good?" Dorothea asked, her voice was soft and sultry as it flooded Ingrid's ears, arousing her almost as much as each stoke of Dorothea's fist.

"Yes..." Ingrid nodded and closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat.

"You're so hard." Dorothea whispered huskily into Ingrid's ear as her hand continued to move up and down the blonde's shaft. "Is this how you usually do it? Don't be afraid to tell me what you like." She punctuated her statement with a gentle nip to Ingrid's ear.

"Tighter." Ingrid groaned. "And just a little faster."

"You got it." Dorothea tightened her grip around Ingrid's shaft as her hand began sliding up and down a bit more quickly.

This sensation didn't feel entirely dissimilar to the way Ingrid usually stroked herself, but knowing that it was instead, Dorothea's fist pumping up and down her length made the experience that much more exciting and exceedingly better than what she was used to.

"Oh..." Ingrid moaned.

Ingrid's whole body stiffened and she began intermittently thrusting her hips to meet Dorothea's hand, searching for any additional friction that she could possibly get.

When a small bead of pre-ejaculate had begun leaking from Ingrid's tip, Dorothea quickly seized the opportunity to better lubricate her girlfriend's shaft. Ingrid leaned forward and pressed her lips to Dorothea's as the former songstress continued to stroke her, now utilizing long, drawn out teasing motions and every so often stopping to gently twist her hand around the sensitive head. After a few moments, Dorothea broke the kiss and removed her hand from Ingrid's member. Ingrid groaned at the sudden loss of contact, combating the almost overwhelming urge to wrap her own hand around her shaft and continue stroking herself, but she was much too preoccupied with watching Dorothea unbutton her uniform jacket. Dorothea took her hat from her head and carelessly tossed it aside before also discarding her jacket and undershirt as well. Ingrid's eyes immediately glued themselves to Dorothea's large, full breasts which were pushed upward and threatening to spill out of her silky pale blue bra.

"See something you like?" Dorothea asked, glancing down at her own breasts.

Ingrid eagerly nodded, physically unable to tear her eyes away from her girlfriend's breasts.

"Touch me." Dorothea took Ingrid's hands and placed them on her breasts.

Ingrid gently massaged Dorothea's breasts through the fabric of her bra, at this point, she was so intensely focused on Dorothea's breasts in her hands that she had nearly forgotten the fact that she was still rock hard and Dorothea hadn't yet resumed touching her. Ingrid continued fondling Dorothea's breasts over top of her bra, excited to feel the former songstress' nipples stiffen against her palms. Dorothea reached down and wrapped her hand around Ingrid's shaft again, resuming pumping up and down the blonde's entire length. Ingrid watched Dorothea's breasts subtly bounce up and down in her bra due to the motions of her hand continuing to work Ingrid's member. It wasn't long before Dorothea abruptly removed her hand again, not giving Ingrid the chance to even get anywhere close to climaxing. Ingrid's hips involuntarily jumped upward, chasing Dorothea's hand which was now more noticeably absent than ever.

"I realize that I can't possibly give you a better hand job than you've already learned how to give yourself..."

"I don't know. I think you're doing pretty well." Ingrid grinned. "It feels a lot better to have you do it."

Dorothea smiled and leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to Ingrid's lips. "I was thinking of trying something else instead...something you might like a little better."

Ingrid's heart began pounding wildly against her chest and her eyes widened as she watched Dorothea slowly sink down to her knees in front of her.

"I'm guessing you've never had-" Dorothea glanced up at Ingrid.

"N-no. Never." Ingrid interjected, shaking her head.

"Good. This'll be fun." Once Dorothea had settled into a comfortable kneeling position in front of Ingrid, she took her length into her hands again. "One request though, please try not to come on my face or in my hair. Anywhere else you wanna shoot is fine with me. Okay?"

Ingrid blushed. She didn't speak, but rather nodded in affirmation to indicate that she understood.

"Perfect." Dorothea leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue up Ingrid's entire length to her tip. She wrapped her hand around the base of her shaft as she took only the head into her mouth, teasing her tongue around the tip. Her other hand quickly went to work, paying some attention to Ingrid's testicles. Ingrid closed her eyes and tightly clenched her fists at her sides, feeling Dorothea's tongue tease its way all around her incredibly sensitive head while her hand gently massaged her testicles.

"Uhhhh..." Ingrid sighed.

After a few moments, Ingrid's knees buckled a little when she felt Dorothea's warm, wet mouth very slowly begin to inch down her erection. Dorothea tightened her fist slightly around the base of Ingrid's shaft and began slowly sucking her.

"Oh Goddess." Ingrid groaned quietly, keeping her eyes squeezed tightly closed.

Dorothea eventually discontinued fondling Ingrid's testicles and instead wrapped her hand around the back of Ingrid's strong, muscular upper thigh, gently digging her fingernails into pale, sensitive flesh as her mouth bobbed up and down Ingrid's length.

"Dorothea." Ingrid moaned. "That feels...so good. Mmm..."

Dorothea slowly swirled her tongue around Ingrid's head again and smirked slyly to herself. Ingrid whimpered quietly as Dorothea's tongue teased her member. Dorothea didn't expect Ingrid would be an overly vocal lover, but hearing even her hushed moans and soft whimpers of pleasure was certainly arousing enough. Underneath her skirt, Dorothea's panties were already wet and now clung uncomfortably to her center, it was uncommon for her to become this aroused if even at all while giving a blow job. As much as she now desperately wanted to touch herself, or better yet have Ingrid touch her, Dorothea tried her best to disregard her own ever-growing arousal to focus solely on Ingrid's pleasure for the time being.

This sensation of being sucked and licked was completely foreign to Ingrid. It felt amazing and completely unlike anything she'd ever experienced during masturbation. She had certainly fantasized about Dorothea performing this very act for her many times before and she was immensely enjoying herself, although now in reality, something about it made Ingrid also feel slightly shy and vulnerable at the same time.

"Oh...mmm..." Inexperience had also left Ingrid unsure of exactly what to do with her hands, so she kept them clenched in tight fists at her sides, her knuckles now beginning to turn white.

After a few minutes, Dorothea removed her mouth from Ingrid's length, to take in a much-needed breath. Ingrid slowly opened her eyes when she felt Dorothea place her hand over one of her own clenched fists. Dorothea encouraged Ingrid to loosen her fist and then guided her hand to her head, where Ingrid immediately slipped her fingers into Dorothea's soft, brunette locks. Dorothea looked up at Ingrid, green eyes meeting green eyes as she wrapped one hand around the base of the blonde's shaft and took her length into her mouth again. Ingrid moaned softly, gently running her fingers through Dorothea's hair and finding herself physically unable to break eye contact as the former songstress continued passionately sucking her.

It wasn't much longer that Ingrid began to feel the telltale sensation of her testicles tightening as Dorothea's teeth gently grazed along her shaft. She knew that she was now getting dangerously close to the edge.

"Dorothea, stop!" Ingrid forced herself to quickly withdraw from Dorothea's mouth, though she desperately didn't want to do so.

"What's wrong?" Dorothea asked, looking up at her girlfriend. "Did I hurt you?"

"No. I was just getting really close to-" Ingrid said, panting heavily.

"Good. That's the point." Dorothea interjected with a small chuckle. "I do really appreciate the warning though."

"I just didn't want you to have to-I can finish myself-if you'd rather not-"

"No no. I'll take care of you." Dorothea smiled up at her girlfriend, while very slowly stroking her with a loose fist.

"You're sure? Please don't feel...obligated." Ingrid groaned, slightly distracted by Dorothea's hand, steadily stroking her up and down. "If you don't...want...uh..."

"Positive." Dorothea slowly swirled her tongue around Ingrid's tip and sucked her a few times before then running her tongue along the underside of Ingrid's shaft from the base all the way to the tip. "You wanna come in my mouth?"

"What? I-I-uh..." Ingrid's heart thumped hard against her chest and her knees began to feel weak as Dorothea continued sucking her. Ingrid's mind was reeling as she found herself completely unprepared to respond to such a question. She expected, if anything at all, that Dorothea would just finish her with her hand. Ingrid would have been lying if she said she didn't want to experience how it felt to climax inside Dorothea's warm, skilled mouth, but at the same time, she certainly didn't want her girlfriend to do anything that she didn't want to do.

"It's okay." Dorothea said, easily sensing Ingrid's apprehensions. "I want you to. Just focus on how this feels. Don't worry about anything else." Dorothea used one of her hands to cup and gently squeeze Ingrid's tightening testicles. She then once again swallowed down the majority of her length.

Ingrid watched Dorothea's head bob up and down, her member sliding between her lips as the former songstress sucked her to a completely new height of pleasure. Ingrid closed her eyes again and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, almost hard enough to actually draw blood. She released a deep, guttural groan, indicative of her rapidly approaching orgasm. Ingrid held on firmly to Dorothea's hair, but was very careful not to tug too sharply at her soft brunette tresses. Dorothea quickly removed her mouth to take in another short breath.

"You ready to come for me?" Dorothea asked, huskily.

"So ready." Ingrid whimpered, breathlessly. "I can't take much more." Her heart pounded hard against her chest, she felt a strong tightening sensation deep in the pit of her stomach as Dorothea continued to tease and slowly roll her testicles between her fingertips while simultaneously sucking her. Ingrid was now more intensely aware of Dorothea's tongue flat against the underside of her shaft as the former songstress' mouth slid up and down her length. Her mind and body were being overloaded by many different sensations all at once. Ingrid now felt as though she was going to burst and knew that she couldn't possibly hold back any longer even if she tried.

"Dorothea. Now. I'm going to-" Ingrid warned, but the rest of her sentence was enveloped by a loud moan.

The blonde's entire body tensed, her member throbbed and Dorothea felt the first warm spurt of Ingrid's climax fall onto her tongue. Ingrid's eyes slammed shut, the amount of pleasure she was now experiencing was overwhelming to say the least. Her first non self-induced orgasm felt far better than she ever could have imagined it would. Releasing into Dorothea's mouth felt incredibly exciting and satisfying. It couldn't compare in the slightest to finishing into a handkerchief, or all over her own hand or body as she usually did when she was alone. Dorothea continued sucking, albeit much more slowly and gently, remaining mindful of her girlfriend's post-orgasm heightened sensitivity as she allowed Ingrid to finish spilling into her mouth. Ingrid let out a satisfied sigh, she opened her eyes and glanced downward at her girlfriend as Dorothea slowly released her rapidly softening length. The former songstress then without hesitation, swallowed down all that the young aspiring knight had to give.

Although Ingrid was now feeling a bit unsteady on her feet after such an intense orgasm, she reached downward and offered her hand to help Dorothea stand up.

"How was that?" Dorothea asked. "Okay?"

"Are you kidding? That was more than just okay. That was..." Ingrid said, trying to catch her breath. "Wow. I've never..."

"I'm glad you liked it." Dorothea smiled. "That was my goal after all."

"Thank you-sorry is it weird to say that afterward?" Ingrid panicked. "I'm trying not to be awkward, but I really don't know the proper etiquette for this situation..."

"No. It's not weird." Dorothea shook her head as she ran her fingers through Ingrid's hair. "Gratitude is always nice."

"I just hope it wasn't too...unpleasant for you. As much as I liked and appreciate you doing that, I imagine it can't be the most enjoyable experience for you."

"When you like your partner as much as I like you, it's really quite enjoyable." Dorothea said reassuringly. "And believe me, I must like you a lot...I don't usually swallow." She winked.

"Oh. You really didn't have to do that." Ingrid blushed. "I never expected you to. I hope you don't think that I did. I wouldn't have been offended if you-"

"I did it because I wanted to." Dorothea said sincerely. "With you, I don't mind."

"Well, that's good then." Ingrid said awkwardly. She was relieved to hear Dorothea's words, but nevertheless her eyes remained focused on the floor as she pulled her underwear and pants back up to her waist. "Would you like me to go get you some water or tea? I might at least still have some candies that Annette gave me around here somewhere..." Ingrid stepped over to her desk and began opening drawers. "I think..."

"Aww." Dorothea reached out and took Ingrid's forearm in her hands, pulling the blonde back toward her. "You're worried about the way you taste, is that it?" Dorothea gently ran her fingers up and down Ingrid's arm.

"That did cross my mind, yes...I was caught off guard. Everything happened so quickly, I didn't consider it beforehand. I definitely didn't expect you to let me..."

"You're absolutely fine." Dorothea placed her hand on Ingrid's shoulder. "You're completely normal."

Ingrid nodded, but couldn't will herself to look Dorothea in the eyes.

"Ingrid. I just sucked your dick and now you're deciding that you're too shy to even look at me?" Dorothea chuckled, using her fingers to gently lift the blonde's chin upward until they made eye contact. "You don't need to be so concerned and embarrassed about every little thing. It's okay."

"I'm trying…but this is all completely new territory for me..."

"I know. If it makes you feel any better, you're absolutely the politest blow job I've ever given. It's nice to have someone with manners for once. Someone who doesn't force me to my knees or try to make me gag. I can't tell you how much I hate that."

"I would never...that's happened to you?" Ingrid said, a horrified expression on her face.

"You're so innocent." Dorothea smiled. "But, yes. It's happened. Too often." She nodded. "So politeness is always very much appreciated. Not to mention, being a good partner is always the best way to ensure future encounters."

"I'd...like that." Ingrid smiled, sheepishly. "Um...Dorothea. Listen, I realize that I'm wildly out of realm of expertise here, but I would very much like to return the favor, if you'll let me."

"Oh I'd happily take you up on that offer. You have no idea how much I've thought about it."

"You've thought about me...um..." Ingrid blushed, finding herself unable to finish her sentence.

"More times than I can count. I've seen you eat. I know you're good at using your tongue." Dorothea raised an eyebrow and leaned in to kiss Ingrid, but stopped herself before doing so.

"I'm sorry. You probably don't want me to kiss you right now..." Dorothea said. "It's okay if you're not comfortable with it. A lot of people aren't."

"I don't mind. I wouldn't let something like that bother me." Ingrid leaned forward and pressed her lips to her girlfriend's without any hesitation at all.

As they kissed, Ingrid slowly tugged Dorothea's uniform skirt down her hips and thighs. She let the garment fall to the floor, revealing her girlfriend's pale blue panties which matched her bra. Dorothea stepped out of her skirt and then went to work removing her boots and socks while Ingrid simultaneously pulled off her own boots and socks. Ingrid then quickly pulled her pants back down and removed them, but kept her underwear on. Dorothea reached behind Ingrid's back and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. Ingrid backed Dorothea toward the bed, she carefully laid Dorothea down and climbed on top of her. Ingrid leaned down and captured Dorothea's lips in a kiss as she reached underneath her girlfriend's body and clumsily fumbled around with the hooks on her bra.

"Sorry. This is a lot harder when it's another person." Ingrid said, frustrated.

"You're okay." Dorothea sat up and leaned forward to aid her girlfriend in removing the garment. "Take your time."

"There. Got it." Ingrid said as the clasp on the back of Dorothea's bra finally gave way.

Ingrid slid the straps down Dorothea's shoulders and off of her body, revealing the former songstress' bare breasts. Ingrid leaned down and very gently kissed Dorothea's chest as well as all over her breasts. Dorothea slipped her hand behind Ingrid's head. As the blonde continued to kiss her, Dorothea could feel the hesitation behind each one of Ingrid's gentle, tentative kisses.

"You can be a little more aggressive if you want to." Dorothea said. "I don't mind if you leave marks."

Ingrid nodded and leaned down to kiss her girlfriend. She then pulled away from Dorothea's lips and kissed her way back down the former songstress' neck and chest. Ingrid kissed Dorothea's breasts again, this time gently sucking her girlfriend's flesh into her mouth. Ingrid's teeth grazed over Dorothea's smooth, pale skin and her tongue darted out, flicking itself over one of Dorothea's stiff nipples. The blonde slowly swirled her tongue around the former songstress' nipple before taking the hardened nub into her mouth. Dorothea let out a small whimper of pleasure as Ingrid began sucking. Dorothea's eyes fluttered closed as Ingrid ravished her upper body, gently biting and sucking her sensitive flesh along the way.

A pleasurable sigh fell from Dorothea's lips as Ingrid alternated between licking and sucking both of her breasts and nipples. Ingrid took her time, making certain to pay an equal amount of attention to each of Dorothea's breasts. The former songstress squirmed on the bed under Ingrid's touch. She was now practically dripping wet and desperate for Ingrid to move lower. Dorothea took Ingrid's wrist and slowly guided her hand toward her center. Ingrid glanced downward to Dorothea's panties, she could tell that Dorothea was certainly already wet, as a substantial dark patch of wetness had appeared on the garment. Ingrid slid her hand underneath the waistband of Dorothea's panties. Her fingers wandered over Dorothea's center and slipped into her ample wetness, taking some time to unhurriedly explore her girlfriend's slick folds.

"You're really wet." Ingrid whispered as her fingertips just barely dipped past her girlfriend's entrance.

"It's all for you." Dorothea said, softly. She stared lustfully up into Ingrid's eyes and used her index finger to trace Ingrid's jawline from her earlobe to her chin. "I always feel this way when I think about you and I like this."

Dorothea released a pleasurable sigh, her eyes fluttered closed as Ingrid's fingers continued to wander. Ingrid gently brushed against Dorothea's hardened clit, causing the former songstress' leg to involuntarily twitch. Curious and anxious to bring Dorothea as much pleasure as she had brought her. Ingrid quickly found that same spot again and began, a bit too enthusiastically, rubbing hard, quick circles.

"Easy." Dorothea said, quietly as she shifted on the bed. "I'm really sensitive."

"I'm sorry." Ingrid immediately discontinued the movement of her fingers. "I didn't-"

"It's okay." Dorothea placed her hand behind Ingrid's head and pulled her down for a kiss. "Just try to be a bit gentler down there. Can I show you?"

"Yes...o...of course. I want to do whatever you like." Ingrid nodded. "I just want you to feel good..."

"You're sweet." Dorothea reached up and kissed her girlfriend again. "Take my panties off, okay?"

Ingrid did as instructed, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Dorothea's panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs and legs before tossing them away. Ingrid's eyes curiously wandered to Dorothea's center, she was smooth and glistened with a considerable amount of her own lust. Ingrid's attention was also immediately drawn to Dorothea's clit, which was swollen and desperately begging to be paid some attention. Dorothea sat up a little and spread her legs further apart. Since this was the first time Ingrid had ever seen a nude woman with a different anatomy from her own, Dorothea refrained from touching herself for a few moments so as to allow Ingrid the opportunity to familiarize herself with her body.

"Here. Like this." Dorothea reached down between her own legs and slowly began rubbing small circles on her clit with her index and middle fingers. Ingrid watched Dorothea shift on the bed as her fingers continued moving. "Slow and steady."

Ingrid glanced up to her girlfriend's face, making eye contact for a few long moments before her eyes firmly glued themselves to Dorothea's hand once again. Watching her girlfriend pleasure herself was beginning to arouse Ingrid all over again.

"Just a light touch is more than enough here. You feel a lot more sensitive whenever you're hard, right?" Dorothea asked, looking at Ingrid.

"Yeah. Absolutely." Ingrid nodded.

"This is the same kind of thing." Dorothea said. "So you don't wanna be too rough or use too much pressure when you touch..."

"I understand." Ingrid leaned forward and pressed her lips to Dorothea's.

As they kissed, Ingrid reached her hand down to Dorothea's center, she gently pushed Dorothea's hand aside, replacing it with her own. She used the pads of her index and middle fingers to begin several cycles of slow, small circles on her girlfriend's clit.

"Is that better?" Ingrid asked.

"Yes...that's good...mmmm..." Dorothea exhaled heavily and squeezed her eyes closed.

Ingrid continued the same motions for several minutes, eventually feeling Dorothea's hips subtly begin to buck against her fingers. She stared down at Dorothea, her eyes were still tightly closed and she whimpered softly beneath her. Ingrid was almost in shock that Dorothea was seemingly experiencing so much pleasure from such a soft and gentle touch. Ingrid eventually abandoned Dorothea's stiff bundle of nerves and trailed her fingers lower to her entrance, where she tentatively slipped two of her fingers inside. The blonde could instantly feel Dorothea's muscles clenching around her fingers and drawing them in. Ingrid slowly began thrusting her fingers in and out of Dorothea's body.

"Oh. Ingrid." Dorothea sighed, slowly raising her hips from the bed to meet Ingrid's hand. "Yes..."

Eventually, once Ingrid had gained enough courage, she began slowly kissing her way down Dorothea's abdomen. Ingrid laid down on the bed, she gently parted Dorothea's thighs and settled in between them. Her natural scent was inviting, drawing Ingrid in and further arousing her as she felt her member stiffen in her underwear, against the mattress.

Ingrid hesitated for a moment and looked up at her girlfriend.

"Are you okay?" Dorothea asked.

"Yes. Please feel free to guide me." Ingrid said. "I'm an eager learner."

Ingrid took a deep breath. She leaned in and tentatively licked one single stroke from Dorothea's entrance upward. Ingrid allowed the moisture to linger on her tongue for a moment, Dorothea was mostly sweet with a hint of saltiness. The taste wasn't unpleasant in the slightest, in fact, Ingrid found herself very much enjoying it.

"Mmmmm..." Dorothea sighed happily and spread her legs further apart, relishing each slow, steady stroke of Ingrid's tongue. "Ingrid..."

Dorothea placed her hand on top of Ingrid's head. She slipped her fingers into soft blonde hair, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she watched her girlfriend's head bob in between her thighs.

"Am I doing okay?" Ingrid asked, glancing up at her girlfriend with concerned eyes, desperately seeking Dorothea's praise.

Dorothea responded with a smile and nod just before Ingrid dipped her head back down and continued to explore Dorothea's most sensitive areas. Dorothea sunk down into the mattress as Ingrid barely grazed the bottom of her clit with the tip of her tongue.

"Higher...just a little higher." Dorothea moaned, gently running her fingers through Ingrid's hair.

Ingrid happily obliged, she took a deep breath and slowly swirled her tongue around Dorothea's swollen bundle of nerves.

"You're doing...great." Dorothea cried out.

Ingrid smiled proudly to herself when she felt Dorothea's grip tighten on her hair as her girlfriend released a quiet, satisfied moan. It felt good to know that Dorothea was receiving pleasure due to her diligent efforts. Ingrid then wrapped her lips around Dorothea's hardened nub, granting her a few gentle, tentative sucks while constantly reminding herself not to be too rough.

"Yes! Right there!" Dorothea's back arched up off of the bed, bringing her center in even closer contact with Ingrid's mouth.

Ingrid sucked just slightly harder while also periodically supplementing with steady, even strokes of her tongue.

"Oh! Just like that." Dorothea moaned loudly.

Dorothea really didn't expect Ingrid to be quite so good at this the first time, but she certainly wasn't complaining one bit.

"Ingrid." Dorothea panted. "Use your fingers too."

"Okay." As Ingrid continued to attentively lick and suck, the blonde brought her hand upward, and slipped two of her fingers inside her girlfriend. Ingrid carefully pumped her fingers in out of Dorothea's center in a steady rhythm.

"Don't stop. I'm almost there."

Ingrid doubled her efforts, her tongue instinctively went into overdrive as she felt Dorothea's walls begin to tightly clench around her fingers. Dorothea kept one hand buried deep in Ingrid's hair while the other sought out her own breast. Dorothea fondled her breast and erect nipple, she pinched the hardened nub between her index finger and thumb, further heightening her pleasure as she felt Ingrid's tongue fervently lap at her clit over and over again, refusing to yield at all. Dorothea felt a strong sensation of heat quickly beginning to rise in her stomach. She closed her eyes and gripped Ingrid's hair in her hand, anxiously waiting for Ingrid to bring her to orgasm.

"Oh! Ingrid!" Dorothea's hips bucked upward and her voice loudly echoed off of the walls of Ingrid's small dormitory room.

Had the other girls been in their respective rooms and not gathered in the reception hall for the slumber party, several of them almost certainly would have heard Dorothea's climactic cry of pleasure. Ingrid felt a rush of liquid coat her fingers as she slowly thrusted them in and out of Dorothea's center. She was unsure, but Ingrid hoped that Dorothea had orgasmed.

Small, satisfying aftershocks rippled through Dorothea's body as Ingrid continued moving her tongue against her now overly sensitive clit.

"Should...should I stop?" Ingrid asked, when she felt Dorothea's hand gently begin to push her back.

"Yeah. I can't handle anymore right now."

Ingrid slowed her tongue to a halt and climbed up to the top of the bed where she laid down next to Dorothea.

"Well that was certainly fun." Dorothea looked over at Ingrid, still basking in the afterglow of her climax. "You're sure that's only the first time you've ever done this?" Dorothea joked. "That felt great."

"I always try to put my best effort into everything." Ingrid chuckled and propped herself up on her elbow, facing her girlfriend. "Is it okay for me to kiss you…?"

"Yes. Of course." Dorothea smiled. She sat up and leaned over to press her lips to Ingrid's.

Dorothea placed her hand behind Ingrid's head as the blonde slipped her tongue into Dorothea's mouth. As they kissed, the former songstress gently rolled her tongue against her girlfriend's, subtly tasting herself on Ingrid's lips and tongue.

"Ingrid?" Dorothea said, breaking the kiss.

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna try going any further tonight?" Dorothea asked, running her fingers through Ingrid's hair.

"You mean you want me to...um..." Ingrid stared into Dorothea's eyes.

"We don't have to, if you're not ready for that yet. Whatever you're comfortable with. It doesn't have to be tonight."

"I really want to. Do I just go ahead and...start...or do you need some time?"

"I'm ready anytime you are..."

"I'm ready." Ingrid reached down, quickly slipped her underwear off and dropped them off of the side of the bed with her other clothing.

"Yes, you are." Dorothea said playfully, upon realizing that Ingrid was already fully erect again.

Ingrid leaned over and passionately kissed Dorothea. The former songstress found herself highly aroused again as Ingrid worked her way downward, from her lips to her neck.

"Not to kill the mood, but..." Dorothea said as Ingrid gently kissed the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. "Before you mount me, I have to insist that you wear a condom."

"Yes. Of...of course." Ingrid pulled back and looked into Dorothea's eyes. "I wouldn't expect otherwise."

"I have some condoms in my jacket pocket. Have you ever worn one before?"

"N...no? I've never slept with anyone. Why would I-"

"Curiosity. Practice. Easy clean up after masturbation." Dorothea shrugged. "There are other good reasons."

"I guess that makes sense. I suppose I never really thought much about it. I have some, but I've never tried putting one on before."

"First time for everything, right?" Dorothea smiled and pulled Ingrid into another kiss.

Ingrid reached over the headboard of her bed and quickly retrieved one of the condoms Sylvain had previously given her from the drawer of her night table. Ingrid knelt on the bed next to her girlfriend as she awkwardly fumbled around with the package. Dorothea noticed Ingrid's trembling hands struggling to tear open the package.

"Here. Let me help." Dorothea got up onto her knees, took the condom from Ingrid and leaned in to kiss her again.

Dorothea ripped open the package and discarded the wrapper. Ingrid watched anxiously as her girlfriend placed the condom over the tip of her member and slowly rolled it down over her erection. It took Ingrid a moment to adjust to the sensation, while it certainly wasn't uncomfortable at all, she found herself very consciously aware of the thin, snugly fitting material that now sheathed her member.

"Does that feel okay?" Dorothea asked. "It's not too tight?"

"No. It feels fine."

"Good." Dorothea placed her hand behind Ingrid's head and pressed her lips against her girlfriend's. Dorothea swiftly slipped her tongue into Ingrid's mouth. She then laid down on the bed, excitedly pulling the blonde down on top of her.

---

"I can't believe Dorothea actually ditched us tonight." Hilda said.

"Something probably came up last minute." Leonie said. "I'm sure she has a good reason."

"Yeah well that reason better involve her getting laid." Hilda replied. "Or I'm gonna be seriously pissed off."

"That's really not any of our business." Edelgard said, flatly.

"Who asked you?" Hilda sarcastically retorted.

"I don't wait to be asked for my opinion. If I feel compelled, I'll give it." Edelgard snapped. "And Dorothea's sex life isn't our concern."

"Spoken like someone who's not getting any." Hilda laughed. "Why don't you just go to sleep already so you can have yet another wet dream about the professor."

Edelgard's cheeks immediately flushed. She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips tightly together, scowling at Hilda.

"Sassy." Hapi laughed, stuffing a cookie into her mouth. "Now things are finally getting interesting."

"Everyone knows you're weirdly obsessed with her. You know she's never gonna fuck you no matter how much you fantasize about it." Hilda said bluntly. "Get over her already."

"Keep your voices down." Leonie warned. "If we disturb Seteth or The Archbishop we're gonna be in a lot of trouble."

"Yes. Let's all try to get along." Mercedes urged. "We can still have fun even without Dorothea."

"Tell us one of your famous ghost stories, Mercie." Annette said, excitedly.

"Oh. All right." Mercedes nodded. "Let's see...what's a good one..." She tapped her chin with her index finger, deep in thought.

"Come on, Hilda. You can sit beside me." Marianne said shyly. "If you want to, I mean."

"Sure, Marianne. I'd love to." Hilda smiled.

Everyone settled in as Mercedes began to tell her story. Hilda stared hard at Edelgard across the room, narrowing her eyes and gritting her teeth at the white-haired Imperial Princess. Hilda tried to pay attention to what Mercedes was saying, but she had instead mostly taken to absently stuffing cookie after cookie into her mouth and quickly averting her eyes anytime Edelgard tried to catch her looking in her direction. Eventually, Hilda and Edelgard accidentally made awkward eye contact.

"What's your problem?" Hilda blurted out. "Stop looking at me."

"You're the one who's been staring at me all night."

"You wish. Shut up and let Mercedes tell the story."

"Don't tell me what to do." Edelgard picked up her pillow and hurled it in Hilda's direction, but Hilda quickly ducked out of the way.

"Too slow." Hilda laughed condescendingly.

"Consider yourself lucky. Next time it'll be the blade of my axe and I promise I won't miss." Edelgard gritted her teeth.

"Yeah. Okay. Whatever you say, Princess." Hilda said sarcastically.

"You are so immature. It's pathetic." Edelgard said, snidely. "You're a lazy, entitled, spoiled brat. I can't stand to even look at you."

"Oh really? That didn't seem to be your opinion when you invited me to your room." Hilda smirked. "Or when you kissed me. And that's certainly not what you said when you were going down on me...is it?"

Edelgard's pale skin quickly flushed to a very deep crimson shade as the room was flooded with surprised gasps and quiet snickers from most of the other girls.

"Oops. I wasn't supposed to say that, huh?" Hilda snorted. "You dare to call me pathetic while you're the one who couldn't even manage to make me come. That's pathetic." She laughed.

"Yes you did." Edelgard was quick to defend herself. "You're such a liar."

"Should we...like...do something about this or..." Hapi said.

"Only minor lovers' quarrel, I'd say. It shall likely burn itself out momentarily." Constance shrugged.

"Okay. Come on guys." Leonie said. "You really shouldn't be talking about this kind of stuff in front of the younger girls." She motioned to Lysithea.

"I'm not a child!" Lysithea snapped. "I know about lesbians."

"Oh way to go. Look what you did now. You pissed her off." Hilda narrowed her eyes at Edelgard.

"You're blaming me? I didn't even do anything wrong." Edelgard said. "Besides, you're the one who started this whole thing."

"Are you always such a bitch?" Hilda snarled.

"Oh. Now that's a clever quip." Edelgard said condescendingly. "But, I suppose I really can't expect much from the likes of you."

"You know what? I've had it with you and your stuck up, condescending attitude." Hilda said. She lunged at Edelgard, knocking her down and pinning her shoulders to the cold, hard marble floor.

"And now they're killing each other..." Hapi said, flatly.

As they continued to scuffle on the floor, Edelgard quickly realized that Hilda was much stronger than she had expected her to be. Each time Edelgard tried to gain control, Hilda overpowered her and pinned her shoulders to the floor again. Becoming even angrier, Edelgard blindly reached up and gripped one of Hilda's twin tails in a tight fist and roughly yanked her hair in an attempt to gain some control.

"Maybe if you'd pulled my hair like that when we had sex I actually would have gotten off." Hilda laughed.

"Ouch. Brutal." Hapi chuckled. "Good one."

"Hapi! Do not encourage them!" Constance scolded. "They are acting like common barbarians!"

"Oh come on, Coco. It was funny."

"Petra. Do something. Make them stop." Bernadetta squealed, before anxiously slinging a blanket over her head and hiding from the rest of the group. "I knew I should have stayed in my room."

"Uh. Yes. Okay." Petra lept to her feet and rushed over to Edelgard and Hilda who were still tussling around on the floor, though now Edelgard had managed to get on top of Hilda and was now straddling her waist and gripping her shirt in her hand.

"Don't just stand there. Help her." Lysithea nudged Leonie.

"Right." Leonie quickly rushed to Petra's aid.

Petra slipped her hands around Edelgard's underarms pulling her off of Hilda and up to her feet. Leonie then pulled Hilda to her feet and wrapped her arms around her abdomen to subdue her.

"Let me go!" Hilda yelled, thrashing about in Leonie's arms struggling to break free to charge after Edelgard again.

"No. Hilda. Calm down." Leonie said, holding on tightly to the pink haired girl while Petra held on to Edelgard to prevent them from engaging in any further physical confrontation.

Amidst the chaos, everyone's eyes instantly darted to the other side of the room when they heard the gargantuan wooden doors of the reception hall fling open to reveal a very angry Seteth on the other side.

"What in the name of Sothis is going on down here?!" Seteth's voice rang out through the reception hall as he stomped across the room. "Would either of you two ladies care to explain?" Seteth's piercing gaze wandered from Hilda and her incredibly disheveled appearance over to Edelgard, whose hair and clothing were currently in an equal state of disarray.

"Ask her. She started it." Hilda pointed at Edelgard. The pink-haired girl worked to catch her breath as Leonie slowly removed her arms from around her torso.

"You are having my apology, Lady Edelgard." Petra said as she slowly let go of The Imperial Princess. "I was not meaning any disrespect."

"It's all right, Petra." Edelgard smoothed out her hair and brushed off her clothing. "Hilda is surely mistaken. I did nothing wrong." Edelgard said, turning her nose up at Hilda. "She attacked me."

"How about…you go fuck yourself." Hilda said, bluntly.

"Miss Goneril! Watch your mouth." Seteth said, sternly. "I will not tolerate that kind of language."

Hilda grumbled inaudibly under her breath and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Never in all of my time at Garreg Mach have I ever witnessed such atrocious behavior from young noblewomen." Seteth's tone was cold and strict. "You should both be ashamed of yourselves."

"She just came at me for no reason." Edelgard said. "I was only defending myself-"

"You were provoking me all night!" Hilda spat. "Maybe you shouldn't have pissed me off if you didn't want your ass kicked."

"Language, Miss Goneril!" Seteth yelled. "I will not tell you again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." Hilda grumbled.

"We will not stand for this kind of conduct at the monastery. The two of you will learn to get along. You'll spend the rest of the night in the isolation dormitory to reflect upon your behavior while I decide on your punishment."

"But-" Edelgard began to protest.

"Not another word from either of you." Seteth said. "Follow me."

The other girls all watched in complete silence as Edelgard and Hilda trudged off out of the room behind Seteth.

---

Ingrid straddled Dorothea's waist, she took in a sharp breath and stared down at her girlfriend. Ingrid nervously reached downward, took her hardened member into her hand and clumsily lined herself up with Dorothea's entrance as best as she could.

"Is...it...all right to..." Ingrid asked softly, before attempting to enter her girlfriend.

Dorothea didn't speak, she only stared lovingly up at Ingrid. Although the look in Dorothea's eyes didn't indicate that she was at all upset, Ingrid still found herself slightly alarmed and confused by Dorothea's sudden silence.

"D...did I do something wrong?" Ingrid panicked.

"Of course not." Dorothea smiled. "It's just that...no one has ever actually asked me for permission before putting it in...it's nice."

"I know this is my first time and everything, but it shouldn't only be about me." Ingrid said. "I care about your feelings too." Ingrid laced her fingers with Dorothea's, pinning her girlfriend's hand to the pillow beneath her head.

Dorothea pulled Ingrid down on top of her into a heated, passionate kiss. Dorothea squeezed Ingrid's hand when she felt her girlfriend's tongue slip into her mouth. As they kissed, Dorothea could feel the tip of Ingrid's member gently brushing against her inner thigh, although Ingrid still hadn't yet attempted to actually enter her.

"Ingrid?" Dorothea broke the kiss.

"Yes?"

"It's more than okay." Dorothea said gently stroking Ingrid's thumb with her own. "Please..."

Ingrid nodded, she used her hand to guide herself back toward Dorothea's entrance again and she gently pushed only the tip of her member inside of her girlfriend for the first time. Dorothea was tight, but Ingrid didn't experience any significant resistance due to her girlfriend's more than adequate state of lubrication. A comfortable pressure flooded between Dorothea's thighs as Ingrid slowly began to push further inside. Dorothea untangled her fingers from Ingrid's and instead slipped both of her hands around the blonde's shoulders, holding her close. Dorothea felt Ingrid's breasts pressed tightly against her own as Ingrid slowly buried herself deeper inside.

"Are you okay?" Ingrid asked. "Is it uncomfortable at all?"

"No. This feels good." Dorothea said, placing her hand into Ingrid's hair. "You feel good." She sighed happily.

This experience was so wonderfully different from all of the other encounters Dorothea had ever had. Ingrid was soft and gentle, moving slowly and then stopping, not only to allow Dorothea's body to adjust to the invasion, but more importantly to make sure that she was comfortable. Dorothea had never felt so safe, comfortable and excited with any other partner before. Ingrid leaned down and pressed her lips to her girlfriend's, slipping her tongue into Dorothea's mouth once again. Ingrid shifted a little on the bed as her pelvis finally came to rest against Dorothea's body. The young knight in training knew that she was now as deep inside of the former songstress as her length and this position would allow for. As they kissed, Dorothea wrapped her legs tightly around Ingrid's waist, crossing her feet at the ankles. Dorothea intensely felt every single inch inside of her. Although Ingrid wasn't the largest that she had ever had, her above average size was still more than enough to fill her full.

Ingrid moaned into the kiss, her tongue working tirelessly against Dorothea's. She instinctively wanted to begin thrusting, but didn't have much choice except to stay still as Dorothea's thighs remained tightly locked around her body, keeping her firmly in place. Ingrid eventually broke the kiss to look into her girlfriend's desire clouded eyes. Even through the condom that she was wearing, Ingrid could feel the scorching heat emanating from Dorothea's center. Ingrid's heart thumped relentlessly against her chest, feeling the former songstress' walls subtly squeezing around her member was dizzying, the sensation of finally being inside of Dorothea was electric and even more incredible than Ingrid had ever imagined it would be. Eventually when Dorothea loosened the grip she held with her thighs, Ingrid very slowly pulled out most of the way and then pushed herself back in. She glanced downward for a moment to watch her member slide in and out of Dorothea's body as she tentatively repeated several times before eventually falling into a steadier, albeit still slow rhythm of thrusts. Dorothea could sense the overwhelming apprehension behind each and every one of Ingrid's carefully calculated and incredibly gentle thrusts.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Ingrid asked, with utmost concern in her voice. "I don't want to cause you any pain."

"You're not at all." Dorothea placed one of her hands on the small of Ingrid's back. "You can go harder. You don't have to hold back."

Ingrid nodded, she stared into Dorothea's eyes, her thrusts gradually becoming slightly faster, harder and much more confident.

"Oh, Ingrid." Dorothea moaned. "Just like that."

Ingrid continued to steadily thrust, becoming perhaps a bit too enthusiastic, she pulled out too far and accidentally slipped completely out of Dorothea's body.

"I'm sorry." Ingrid blushed, nervously staring down at Dorothea. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's all right. It happens sometimes. You didn't come, did you? I mean, it's all right if you did-" Dorothea said, not wanting to make Ingrid feel at all self-conscious about climaxing too early.

"I didn't." Ingrid shook her head. "Not yet."

"Okay." Dorothea gently ran her hand up and down the small of Ingrid's back. "Just put it back in and keep going."

Ingrid reached down and took her member into her hand, she guided herself to Dorothea's entrance and pushed herself back inside in one firm, quick stroke.

"Oh." Dorothea moaned as Ingrid almost immediately fell into a strong, steady rhythm. "Ingrid."

Ingrid pressed her lips to Dorothea's, she slipped her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth, moaning slightly into the kiss.

"Am I...doing...all right?" Ingrid whispered, her breathing ragged.

"Mmm. Yes." Dorothea said, her hands sliding up Ingrid's back to her shoulders.

"Mmmmm...ahhh..." Ingrid groaned in pleasure at the sensation of Dorothea's fingernails digging into her sensitive flesh as they scratched down her back. "Dorothea..."

"Am I hurting you?" Dorothea asked, releasing her grip and instead buried her hands into Ingrid's hair.

"No. I like how it feels." Ingrid grunted.

Ingrid slightly repositioned herself, placing both of her hands flat on either side of Dorothea's shoulders to gain more leverage as she yet again increased the force of her thrusts. She stared down into Dorothea's eyes as she pumped in out of her girlfriend's body. Dorothea could feel Ingrid's skin growing warmer, droplets of perspiration beaded on Ingrid's forehead and temples. Dorothea could feel the blonde's chest and abdomen also becoming slick with sweat as Ingrid's body glided over top of her own. Ingrid's breathing was heavy and labored. As her thrusts quickly became shorter and much more erratic Dorothea assumed that now she was likely close to reaching orgasm. Knowing that she, herself wasn't quite where she needed to be just yet, Dorothea reached her hand down to her center and began rubbing small, quick circles on her clit with her index and middle fingers to supplement Ingrid's thrusts. She expected that Ingrid would almost certainly finish first, but she hoped to climax as close to at the same time as possible and knew that she needed just a small boost to accomplish that. Dorothea felt Ingrid become slightly harder as she began to swell inside of her. Knowing that her girlfriend's climax was now heavily bearing down on her, Dorothea doubled her efforts with her fingers while Ingrid continued to erratically thrust. Ingrid buried her face into the crook of Dorothea's neck, her hips finally stalling as her member pulsed.

"Goddess-" Ingrid moaned into Dorothea's soft, smooth skin as she erupted, spurting several times until she had completely emptied herself into the condom.

No more than a few moments later, Ingrid felt Dorothea begin to wildly contract around her member.

"Oh...Ingrid!" Dorothea moaned, as she too reached orgasm for the second time that evening.

Ingrid slowly pulled back and stared down at Dorothea, whose eyes were tightly closed. The brunette let out a small, satisfied sigh, reveling in small, pleasurable post-orgasm tremors. Ingrid leaned down and captured Dorothea's lips with her own. Dorothea could feel the steady rise and fall of Ingrid's chest and abdomen against her body as she worked to catch her breath.

"That was great." Ingrid broke the kiss and nuzzled her face against Dorothea's neck. She gently placed a few kisses to Dorothea's shoulder.

"Mmhm. It was." Dorothea sighed happily, feeling Ingrid's softening member shift inside of her. "Ingrid?"

"Yes?"

"Not that I want you to pull out yet..." Dorothea said, running her fingers through Ingrid's hair. "But, you'll want to take off the condom before you go soft."

"Oh. Right." Ingrid agreed. "Good idea."

Ingrid reached down and wrapped her hand around the base of her softening member. She then very slowly began to withdraw herself from Dorothea's body. Dorothea sighed as she felt Ingrid slip out.

"Do you need any help?" Dorothea asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

"No. I'll take care of it." Ingrid slowly removed the condom from her still semi-erect, but rapidly softening member and carefully discarded the condom into the trash can near the bed.

Ingrid reached over the edge of the bed and picked up her underwear, which she slipped back onto her body. She then collapsed down on the bed next to Dorothea, now finding herself utterly exhausted after expending so much energy. The former songstress instantly wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and nestled her face into the crook of Ingrid's neck. Ingrid placed her arm around Dorothea's shoulder and pulled her into a warm, comfortable embrace.

"I'm sorry if that wasn't as good as you were hoping for..." Ingrid said. "And I'm sorry about slipping out...I misjudged-I'll get better. I promise."

"You were great. Don't worry." Dorothea said sincerely as she gently ran her fingertips over Ingrid's abdomen. "Sex isn't perfect. Sometimes it's clumsy and can be little awkward." Dorothea placed a kiss to Ingrid's collarbone. "It'll take some time to figure out what works best for us."

Ingrid nodded.

"But, honestly you were wonderful." Dorothea moved upward and pressed her lips to Ingrid's. "Please don't worry so much."

"I'm glad you think so." Ingrid smiled. "You were pretty wonderful yourself...was I...too fast?" Ingrid asked. "I'm not really sure how long it's supposed to take."

"There's not really a specific amount of time. But, no. You weren't too fast at all. Actually, you lasted much longer than I expected you would, being your first time. I'm impressed with your control."

"Well, I've had a lot of time to practice on my own. But, I like this much better."

"So do I. Solo is fine, but these things are always a lot more fun with a partner." Dorothea chuckled. "Especially such a diligent one." She pressed her lips to Ingrid's bare chest, just below her shoulder.

"Hey, Dorothea..."

"Hhmm?"

"I hope all of my questions aren't too irritating to you, but there's one more thing I'd like to ask..."

"It's not irritating at all. It's okay to not be sure of everything. You can ask me anything you want to."

"We're you able to...I mean...did you have..." Ingrid hesitated, finding herself unable to get the words out. Half of her mind wanting to confirm whether or not Dorothea had had an orgasm, but the other half desperately nervous to receive an honest answer. "You know..."

"Did I orgasm?"

"Yes." Ingrid blushed. "Did you? Please be honest..."

"Oh goodness, yes." Dorothea smiled, her eyes finding Ingrid's. "Twice, even."

"Really?" Ingrid asked, shyly.

"Absolutely."

"Good." Ingrid breathed a sigh of relief. "I wasn't entirely sure. It's so obvious for me, but I didn't know how to tell with you."

"You gave me exactly what I needed. I appreciate that you care so much."

"I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel."

Dorothea hugged Ingrid tightly, when she glanced up at her girlfriend, she noticed Ingrid's eyes looked very heavy and she was having trouble staying awake.

"Aw. You're tired, huh?" Dorothea asked.

"A little. I'm honestly a bit worn out."

"Well you did work pretty hard so I can't blame you. Is it okay if I borrow something to sleep in?" Dorothea asked.

"Yes. Of course. I'll find you something."

"It's okay, I can get up and get it."

Ingrid watched Dorothea get up out of bed completely naked and walk over to the dresser. "I really just want a pair of underwear, if you wouldn't mind."

"In the top drawer. I hope shorts are okay. That's all I wear."

"That's perfectly fine. I'm sure they're much more comfortable for you."

Dorothea rummaged around in the drawer and pulled out a pair of dark blue underwear that had a lion head embroidered on one of the legs.

"Oh these have an adorable lion on them. How cute." Dorothea said. "Can I wear these?"

"Sure. Mercedes made those ones for me. She's a wonderful seamstress. She's made me several garments and always repairs my clothing when it gets damaged during training."

"That's so nice of her." Dorothea slipped the shorts on and got back into bed, next to Ingrid.

"Mmhm." Ingrid nodded.

"My little lion." Dorothea leaned in and pressed her lips to Ingrid's, wrapping her arms around the blonde.

Ingrid smiled. "I was wondering...would it be okay if we spooned? I'm really enjoying finally being able to be so close to you."

"I would love that. You'll be the big spoon?" Dorothea rolled over to her other side.

"Absolutely."

After a moment, Dorothea felt Ingrid's arms wrap themselves securely around her body. Ingrid pulled her close, pressing her body flush against Dorothea's. Dorothea could now feel Ingrid's bare breasts pressed tightly against her back.

Dorothea sighed contently. "I've wanted this for such a long time."

"So have I." Ingrid agreed, lacing her fingers with Dorothea's.

"You're so warm. I love your big, strong arms around me. I feel so safe and protected."

"I'm glad." Ingrid spoke softly, nestling her face against Dorothea's shoulder, her eyes growing heavier by the moment as she and Dorothea both began to drift off into a sound, peaceful sleep.