An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 12 [MF][FF][MFF][Fantasy]

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**An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 13 [MF][FF][MFF][Fantasy]**

Please read chapters 1 – 12 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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## Thirteen

The smell of incense was overpowering and Mirja had to take small shallow breaths to get accustomed to the scent. It was surprising how much of a surprise it was each time she entered the parlor. But it was exacerbated by using the pathways. That way you got sent right into the middle of it without any warning. The regular customers, and the girls who entered the mundane way had some time to acclimatize themselves in the entryway and the reception chamber.

“You are aware that it is not allowed for anyone below fifth tier to use the pathway chambers?”

Mirja froze then slowly turned around trying to set her face in an apologizing look to face the Matron.

“Yes, Mistress Lorelee,” Mirja said curtsying, tilting her head slightly forward looking down at the floor.

“In fact,” the Matron continued. “It should not be within the skillset of anyone below fifth tier to utilize the pathways.”

Mirja looked up and thought she saw a glimmer of glee in the Matron’s eyes.

“It will not happen again,” she said promptly.

Lorelee drew a deep breath, clearly not affected by the smell. Her jewelry rattled and Mirja could not help but look at her impressive cleavage as her chest rose.

“Oh. I am sure it will. And we will have to see to getting you to at least third tier rather soon. It would be quite the scandal if this came to light. Now. You are late for your visitor.”

Mirja nodded and curtsied once more.

“Remember: Knowledge. Power. Gold. In that order.”

Mirja nodded again. She did remember. The Mistress had told them a hundred times, at least, the mantra of the parlors. Knowledge. Power. Gold. The first thing a girl should try to gather was knowledge. Information was the most important thing gained by the faculty of Matrimancy from the parlors, and one of the main reasons why the College had been successful in surviving through no less than seven dynasties of the Empire. Second came power. The creation of bonds to the clients and the drawing of matrimantic power through those bonds. Not much through each bond. You couldn’t leave the clients as helpless husks lying in bed all day, but just enough so that it all added up to the total power generation of faculty and to always, always keep the power crystals buried beneath the College topped up, in case of another disaster, or revolution, or combination of the two. Lastly came gold. While least important of the three, mundane currency always did serve its purpose and the girls of the parlors were not cheap.

“Well. What are you waiting for? Go. He’s in the hummingbird chamber.”

Mirja raised an eyebrow. The hummingbird chamber? It must be an important client. The hummingbird chamber was the fanciest room in all of the Westerling parlor. Mirja ran into the dressing room and sat down in front of the mirror. She looked around. She was alone. It would take her at least half a bell to put her makeup on properly. There was no time for that. She focused her mind and drew from Jarl’s bond. As usual there was an almost infinite energy available to her as she drew in. By the seventh, that boy had an enormous energy potential. She started fluttering her fingers as she had seen Mistress Norei do. If it was one secret that Mirja kept to herself it was her perfect recollection. It was enough that she had seen the Mistress perform the cantrip once and it was etched into her mind. With each wiggle of a finger a part of her face changed appearance. Lines under her eyes from lack of sleep disappeared. The red spots on her forehead faded and her skin matted out and the shading of her cheeks changed. Less than a drop later she was satisfied. She put on a regular red lipstick and rolled her lips a few times to even it out. Perfect.

***

“Sire. It is an honor to meet you,” Mirja said curtsying deeply, tilting her head forward.

She stayed down until the man answered.

“Please stand up my dear.”

Mirja did as he said and smiled at him. It was a young man. Likely just over twenty with a hawkish face. He wasn’t very handsome but had a kind face that just happened to be all angles. As was customary she did not know his identity. She could easily find it out by asking the Matron, who always knew even though the parlor was supposed to be completely anonymous, that would be a mark on her. She had to find it out on her own. And it was a game she loved.

“My name is Mirja, sire. And it will be my pleasure to serve you this evening.”

To her surprise the young man stood up from his seat and walked over to her and took her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly. Her skin tingled from his touch.

“The pleasure is all mine, lady Mirja,” the young man smiled. “I am Duke Leopold Wissgretch the fourth.”

Mirja blinked. This was a first. The men she serviced usually never volunteered their own names. By Mistress Lorelee’s actions it was clear that this was an important man, but there were just so many noblemen in the city, and to be honest, she was not that interested in learning about them. She was about to open her mouth when she realized that he had called her a lady. Lady? Her? She almost laughed out loud but managed to keep her lips sealed.

“In fact. It was not my doing. Coming here tonight I mean,” the duke continued.

Mirja looked at him questioningly.

“I … I am not …” the duke seemed to be searching for his words. “I am not a man who frequents these places,” he said gesturing, with his hands, around the room.

Mirja looked around the room. The hummingbird chamber was a marvel. From floor to ceiling, there were the most realistic paintings of a verdant forest inhabited by the miniscule creatures. It was almost as if you were standing on a wooden deck in the middle of the forest. The ceiling completed the illusion with leafy branches half covering a blue sky. Mirja did not have to attune her mind to realize that they were enchanted.

“It was my uncle you see. He insisted. He said I could not enter my twentieth year without … without …” his voice faded, and he turned around.

Mirja nodded. It was not the first time that she had taken the virginity of a young man and it was usually quite a pleasant experience, for both parties. But normally the young men were more than eager to get it over with. This was clearly not the case with the young duke.

“Have you ever been touched by a woman?” Mirja said with a friendly smile.

The duke turned around and went completely red. He started fidgeting with his jacket. It was a very nice jacket Mirja had to agree. Thick, smooth fabric that almost shone in the candlelight. The buttons were, if she was not mistaken, gold. It was a jacket that could pay for a year’s stay at a decent boarding house and right now the duke seemed to be about to scratch a hole right through it with his nails.

“It is perfectly fine if you haven’t,” she said taking a step forward and putting her hand on his.

He froze and stared down at his hand.

“Come,” she said and pulled him towards the velvet sofa. “Sit.”

He did as he was told.

“It won’t be so bad,” she said with a smile and leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

She could feel him trembling. Staying the kiss a bit longer she let her tongue lick against his still closed lips. She pushed her tongue past his lips, and he opened his mouth for her. She kissed him for a little while longer feeling the stiffness in his body disappear, apart from one very obvious part. She drew back and smiled at him. Then she slowly slid down on her knees in front of him and started undoing his pants. A proud member sprung out and Mirja smiled up at the duke as she took him in her hand.

“You’re doing just fine,” she said stroking his shaft a few times.

He had a wonderfully long cock that was just wide enough that it filled her hand. She smiled up at him and kept her eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth. The duke gasped loudly, and it did not take more than a few moments until he started pulsing his seed into her mouth. It came so quickly that Mirja did not have time to stem it. Instead she moved her fingers under his shaft and sent a wave of energy into his groin increasing his pleasure.

“By the seventh!” the duke shouted and spurted a last burst of seed into her mouth.

Mirja swallowed diligently and continued sucking on his cock as it grew smaller. Her eyes never left his and she could see the adoration in his eyes and soon his hands were running over her hair.

“I’m sorry,” he said shaking his head. “I didn’t mean to …”

She sucked one last time to get the last of his seed out of his member. He gasped once more and then sighed as she let him go.

“You did perfect,” she said with a smile. “And your seed tasted like sweet summer wine. I can’t wait to have you inside me again,” she said sitting down next to him.

​

They sat there in the sofa talking softly to each other. The duke did most of the talking, in fact Mirja did not think she had met anyone who talked as much as the young duke. She had already gathered at least four pieces of information that she was certain would be very useful to the College.

“I’m sorry. I talk too much. I’m boring you,” the duke said looking like a sad little puppy.

“Not at all,” Mirja said. “I’m completely fascinated by the politics of this city. I’m from the north, as you know, and we have nothing like it there. Mostly men with axes and outlanders. Neither are very good at politicking. Unless you consider administering an axe to the head of your opponent as negotiating.”

The duke laughed. It was a pleasant tingle of a laugh.

“Then you’re the opposite of me. I loathe politics.”

A shadow ran over Leopold’s face. He stayed silent for a few moments. Mirja took his hand.

“You can tell me if you want to. Or stay silent. Either way is fine,” she said putting her head on his shoulder.

She heard him breathing. And waited. He was a very naïve young man. There was no doubt about that. Mirja almost felt bad for using him like this. He was leaking like a sieve. But this was going to put her in Lorelee’s good graces for a long while. The young duke sighed.

“It’s what killed my father. Politics that is. Nothing more than politics.”

He was silent for a little while longer. Mirja decided not to push it and just ran her fingers over his hand, tracing down his fingers.

“Tell me something else then. Something about the Empire.”

Leopold drew a deep breath.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Everything,” Mirja whispered.

He looked down at her. She was starting to appreciate those sharp features of his. They really grew on you.

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

Mirja nodded. Leopold shook his head.

“I really … I really wasn’t expecting this. I know my uncle told me that going to parlor was not like going to a … to a …”

“Brothel,” Mirja filled in.

“Ah. Yes. That.”

*Good thing I didn’t say whorehouse,* Mirja thought.

“Anyway,” Leopold continued. “I still wasn’t expecting … you.”

There was a small stab in her chest as she saw him looking at her. She had seen that look before. It never led to anything good. She had to turn her face down. Pushing the feeling aside she instead slid her hand down his chest.

“Let’s see if we can’t get your little warrior ready for battle again,” she said running her hand inside his pants searching out his cock.

The young duke gasped. Mirja whispered a few words to make sure that the boy lasted a little longer this time, then she once more slid down between his legs but this time she pulled his pants off before putting his member into her mouth. He groaned loudly as she started working his shaft. She enhanced the sensitivity of his nerves and he was soon breathing loudly. She had to draw a little more power from Jarl to keep Leopold’s seed in his sacks a while longer. She pleasured him for a long while before she climbed up on top of him.

“Is this your first time?” she asked already knowing the answer.

He nodded. She put his glans at her wet lips.

“Feel how wet I am for you. Can you feel it?” she said locking eyes with him.

The young duke nodded.

“Grab my hips. Pull me down onto yourself.”

He obeyed and soon he impaled her onto his cock. Sliding down until she could feel every inch of his cock. It was truly a wonderful one. She started slowly riding him still looking into her eyes. His mouth was open and every time he bottomed out a gasp escaped his throat. She rode him slowly for a long while.

“You have such a wonderful cock,” she whispered putting her face close to his.

“You … you,” he gasped.

“Ssschhh,” she hushed and put her finger over his lips. “Just enjoy me.”

He nodded.

“I lo−“

She kissed him hard before the rest of the word left his mouth. Putting her tongue into his mouth she rode him harder and finally let go off the spell she had him under. He erupted immediately.

***

“There’s five major archduchies in the Empire. Do you know them?”

Mirja shook her head. She was lying with her head on his chest. They were completely naked now. Leopold had been exploring her body for the better part of a bell and he had finally mounted her from behind filling her up again. Now they lay next to each other. Him looking up at the ceiling telling her everything she asked for and her running her hand over his chest.

“There’s Darwika. It’s in the west. It includes all of the Isles of Westerling. Which is, in fact, what this parlor is named after. Also, within its borders is the northwestern coastal areas and inland all the way to the Black River. Biggest export is not surprisingly fish. Then there’s Yennow. It goes from the Black river in the west to the Wall of the World in the East and down to the Dunes of Dunnow in the south. It is by far the largest archduchy. Almost a third of the landmass of the Empire is in Yennow. Only problem is that it is mostly desert. Or deserted at least. Biggest export is ore. That’s why they built the Iron Road. Marvel of ingenuity. Using the weight of the ore, and the fact that Eldor is almost a mile lower than the mountains, they can run the ore carts in a loop. They actually have to break them all the way down and they can still pull the empty carts up. Each loop is fifty miles and there are seven of them.”

Leopold drew his breath and then kissed her forehead. She snuggled her head into his chest a bit deeper.

“Continue,” she urged.

She had been studying the geography of the Empire briefly, but she had never heard of the Iron Road. She had to look that up. That was the thing about Leopold. He knew all these facts that were intricately connected and would have been almost impossible to puzzle together just by reading about geography. Or about a specific region. He drew another breath.

“Then there’s Schwabenland. My home,” he said this last with a longing in his voice that made her heart ache.

He stayed silent for a moment before continuing.

“The pearl of the empire. From the river Brentling in the north east. Where the Dunes end. Strange land that. Golden dunes on one side and verdant land on the other side of the river. It is said that it was a goddess that died in the dunes and that’s why nothing can grow there. During the second shattering they say. Not sure if I believe all that superstition but that’s what’s the old text say anyway.”

He drew his breath again.

“From the river all the way to lake Litowak in the west. All the way down to the southern coast. That’s my home. Sixty-two duchies in total in Schwabenland. All of them under my father. Or my uncle now.”

Mirja blinked.

“Your father was the archduke of Schwabenland?”

Leopold looked at her and nodded.

“Archduke Wilhelm Wissgretch the sixth.”

Mirja dreaded her next question.

“Does your uncle have children?”

The young duke shook his head.

“There was … an accident. When he was younger.”

Mirja swallowed.

“So, you’re … the heir?”

Leopold sighed. And nodded. Mirja blinked again. She had the heir to the richest archduchy in the Empire in her bed. That would make him what? Fifth in line for the throne? No wonder Lorelee had been so adamant about her taking care of him. But why had the Mistress chosen her for such an important assignment?

“Aahhh,” Leopold gasped.

Mirja looked up at him and realized that she had run her hand down to his groin and was holding his rapidly growing cock. Well. At least it would be a distraction until she figured out how to proceed. She slid down his body and took him into her mouth once more.

***

“Have you found anything?”

Mirja looked up from her collection of books and papers scribbled top to bottom with notes. Sigrid was standing behind her with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Something. But nothing concrete. There are so many references to shadowy figures that you cannot believe. Even black blooded ones. You would think that every single shadowy figure actually had black blood.”

Sigrid snorted.

“It was a man. I know it. I … felt him.”

Mirja nodded. Then she yawned. Sigrid’s face suddenly took on a concerned look.

“You shouldn’t be overexerting yourself,” she said with a surprisingly soft voice.

Mirja nodded again. She was feeling tired.

“Come. Let me take you to bed,” Sigrid said.

“Oh. So that’s how it’s like now?” Mirja said smiling up at the other woman as Sigrid put her arm under her and lifted her up like she weighed nothing.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Sigrid said shaking her head.

Mirja chuckled. And she didn’t complain as Sigrid put her down in the bed and then undressed her. She was asleep before Sigrid had put the cover over her.

She awoke significantly more rested than the night before. To her surprise she had been dreaming about the young duke. A small smile formed om her lips as she remembered the first awkward fumbling touches as he ran his hands over her breasts. She sighed and felt her nipples stiffen. She felt the warmth of Sigrid’s body behind her and pushed herself back towards the muscular woman. She grunted in her sleep. Mirja kept moving her body slowly up and down and soon she could feel Sigrid’s nipples stiffen. She turned around and looked into the face of the sleeping woman. She leaned in and kissed her. Sigrid stirred in her sleep. Mirja smiled wickedly at the sleeping Sister. Then she carefully rolled her onto her back and straddled her face. Slowly she started moving her hips so that her wet lips slid over Sigrid’s face and mouth. Slowly. Slowly. Sigrid stirred again. Mirja ground deeper leaving a wet trail over the sleeping woman’s mouth.

“Wha−“

At the sound coming from the now waking woman Mirja smiled and pushed herself down over Sigrid’s mouth. At first she stirred a little but after only a few moments Mirja could feel the Sister’s tongue start moving and after a little while longer she found Mirja’s pearl and things got even more pleasurable.

“Yes. Like that,” Mirja moaned and ground herself against Sigrid’s mouth.

Mirja closed her eyes and just focused on the other woman’s tongue working her quim. She smiled widely as Sigrid finally brought her over the edge and her whole body started shaking as she came. She sat there for a little while longer as Sigrid continued licking her, then she fell down beside her friend.

“Thank you,” she said giving Sigrid a deep kiss tasting her own juices.

“You’re welcome,” Sigrid murmured and turned over.

Mirja put her arms around the muscular woman and squeezed her tight. Sigrid grunted a little. Mirja took a deep whiff of Sigrid’s hair and then slowly exhaled into her neck. This was the most relaxed, and rested, that she had felt in a long while.

They lay there for a long while and Mirja fell asleep once more. When she awoke next Sigrid was studying her intently.

“What?” Mirja said with a smile.

“I fear for you,” Sigrid said her face set in stone.

Mirja raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“If the wraith attacks you when I’m not there I cannot protect you.”

Mirja smiled. She had no idea Sigrid was so protective about her.

“I’ll be fine,” she said giving Sigrid a kiss. “I don’t think it’s me it’s after. Do you?”

Sigrid considered this for a while.

“Jarl will be back soon,” Mirja said before Sigrid had finished her thought. “And I need to head back to the Library. Will I see you tonight?”

Sigrid nodded. That stern look still on her face. The Mistresses were really keeping Jarl busy these days. He had been with them four nights in a row and it was a surprise that the boy was still standing.

***

“Can you help me find this book?” Mirja said as she slammed one of the tomes down on the desk before the librarian.

The old man coughed from the dust that escaped the old pages.

“You should be nice to old things,” the man said with a scowl.

“Sorry,” Mirja said with a apologetic smile.

“I was talking about the book,” the old man said creasing his face.

“I know.”

The librarian grunted.

“What book are you looking for then young acolyte?”

Mirja pulled up one of her creased notes and put her finger under a line.

“This one. An Analysis of Physioactive Substances and their Effects. By Waard. I’ve been looking for it for the last few days and I simply cannot find it.”

The librarian put on his glasses and looked down at the paper.

“Hmmm. No. Cannot help you.”

Mirja sighed loudly.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s in the restricted section. It’s for tier five and above only.”

Mirja stared at the old man. How did she not know that there was a restricted section of the Library? Did that mean that there were stacks of books that she had not even seen yet? She felt her fingers tingle at the thought.

*Restricted? That usually means dangerous. Or powerful. Or both.*

She looked at the old man who had gone back to reading his book.

“Isn’t there something that I can do to get access to that book?”

The old man looked up at her. Then he shook his head.

“No,” he said and looked down into his book again.

Mirja scowled. Then she looked at the man. He wasn’t that bad looking for an old guy. She leaned forward making sure to expose her bosom.

“Are you sure that there is absolutely nothing I can do to get that book,” she said in a sultry voice.

The old librarian looked up slowly. His eyes stayed for a few moments on Mirja’s cleavage. Then he looked up at her.

“Well now that you mention it. There is one thing you could do.”

“Yes?” Mirja said perking up.

“You can reach fifth tier,” he said with a scowl. Then he shook his head. “You Matrimancers. You really have no shame. Now leave me before I ban you from the entire Library.”

***

Mirja hurried towards the Matrimancy building. Her cheeks were still burning from the rebuke from the old librarian. She was glad there had been no one else around to see the debacle. And she honestly could not believe that she had offered herself up for a book. That was just low. But it was important. And to be honest she would probably do it again, if there was any chance of success.

“You’re late,” Mistress Lorelee said as she stumbled through the door.

“Sorry,” Mirja said taking her seat.

She looked around the little room. This was a special tutelage class with only the most talented girls. There were seven of them between second and fourth tier. Or to be specific. She was the only second tier girl the others were all fourth except for Cyra, the petite redheaded Isle girl, who was a third tier. The others looked at her, most of them with satisfaction. Mirja was never late and it was usually one of them that got scolded and they enjoyed that Mirja was finally at the receiving end of Lorelee’s fabled temper.

“Next time you’ll be doing service at the Whip and Tail. Understood?”

Mirja nodded. She had heard about the parlor that was dedicated to the sadists and masochists and she guessed which duty the Mistress would put anyone under who deserved punishment. On the other hand, she did like pain. Maybe she should push it further and let Lorelee punish her? The Mistress’ voice cut her thoughts off.

“Now. Today we will be discussing anal intercourse. How many of you have had anal intercourse?”

Three of the other girls raised their hands. Mirja slowly raised her own. Lorelee nodded apparently satisfied.

“Recuperating power during anal intercourse is the most difficult of the three, but if done correctly it can generate a large amount of power,” Mistress Lorelee said drawing a diagram on the board. “Men who are aroused by penetrating women anally usually have a very high libido and sexual potential. It is your task to make him feel like he is performing an act that is depraved and forbidden. It is the taboo of the act that increases the energy harvesting potential.”

Mistress Lorelee looked around the small gathering of students. When her eyes met Mirja’s she smiled.

“I see that you have already tried this method Mirja. Would you mind sharing your experience?”

Mirja blushed. How could she possibly know? But she shouldn’t be surprised. There seemed to be nothing that Mistress Lorelee did not know. Mirja cleared her throat.

“Well. I,” she faltered and looked around at the others.

Everyone was looking at her. She cleared her throat once more and took a deep breath.

“I have a client at the parlor. It was clear early on that he was interested in getting into my rear. On my last encounter with him I let him tie me up with my hands behind my back and as he was taking me … anally … I used a circular convection pattern locked to him combined with an exalted linear stream to gather power and then activated the pattern as he came in my ass.”

Lorelee nodded.

“Good. Good. And the result.”

“The stream filled. Completely.”

There were some gasps from the other girls. Mirja could understand. Normally you never filled an exalted stream. At best you got it to about a third. But she understood what Lorelee was talking about. The right person with the right desire combined with timing the pattern activation correctly was extremely powerful.

“Perfect,” Lorelee said with a wide smile, and like that Mirja’s earlier misstep was forgotten.

Mirja drew a deep breath and let it out slowly as the others started discussing other potential ways of activating and the possibility of using a Nexus to store the power so that it could be stored until it was emptied into the storage crystals.

“Mirja. Cyra,” Lorelee said as she was about to leave. “Please stay for a while.”

Mirja shared a look with the redheaded Isle girl. Cyra shrugged and they sat down again.

“Mirja. The young gentleman that you entertained the other night has asked for another visit. Tonight. At eight bells.”

“Tonight?”

Lorelee nodded.

“Apparently you made a good impression. And if you can gather as many tidbits as last time this one’s a keeper. Understood?”

Mirja nodded.

“You make sure that he comes back. Whatever it takes.”

“Yes Mistress,” Mirja said nodding.

She had been looking forward to spending the night with Sigrid but that would have to wait.

“Cyra. Mistress Varja needs you tonight for an experiment. Be there at six bells. And you can expect to need to be there every night for the coming week. It will count towards your credits.”

Cyra nodded. Mirja glanced over at her. Could Mistress Varja be running other experiments at night that did not include Jarl? Not likely.

“Now go. I have business to finish up,” Lorelee said waving them away.

They grabbed their books and papers and headed out before Lorelee landed one of them at the Whip and Tail.

“Do you know what experiments Mistress Varja is running?” Cyra asked as they walked down the hallway.

Mirja looked over at the girl. She liked her. She was the only one who did not seem to enjoy when things went badly for Mirja. Maybe it was because she was so talented herself. She nodded. Then she told Cyra what Jarl had told her. The redheaded girl listened intently as they made their way westwards over campus.

“Is there anything specific that he likes?” Cyra asked as they stopped in front of the Lost Princes.

Mirja nodded.

“He likes when you are submissive. When you let him do whatever he wants to you.”

Cyra laughed, a tingling little laugh at that.

“Lucky me. I think I will be perfect for him then. Is he good?”

Mirja thought of all the times that Jarl had had his way with her. She nodded.

“Very.”

A smile curled Cyra’s lip.

“Well then I shouldn’t be complaining too much about having to work the night shift. I’ll probably enjoy it.”

Mirja nodded.

“Good luck,” she said and gave Cyra a quick kiss on the cheek.

“To you too,” the girl replied as Mirja hurried up the stairs.

​

The room was empty when she entered. Jarl was likely still in class and would then head straight to Mistress Varja. And Sigrid would be with him. Mirja tried to remember the last time she had heard a bell ring but couldn’t. It should be sometime between five and six bells. If going the regular way, she needed to leave already now to make it to the Westerling with time to spare for putting on her makeup. But to be honest she already knew that she would try to catch some time with Sigrid and use the pathway again. Hopefully Lorelee wouldn’t be at the parlor this night. Hopefully.

Mirja snapped her head up at the sound of the door closing. She had fallen asleep with her head in one of the books about reciprocal Animancy. It had been just as boring as she had expected.

“There you are,” she said as she saw Sigrid walking towards her. “I’ve been waiting. Come,” she said dragging the Sister towards the bedroom.

Sigrid raised an eyebrow.

“Are we in a hurry?”

Mirja turned around and smiled apologetically. Then nodded.

“I have to be at the parlor at eight. But I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

Sigrid nodded. Her face didn’t show anything but Mirja thought she could see a hint of something in her eyes. Mirja dragged Sigrid towards the bed and pushed her down onto it. Then she climbed on top of her and placed her lips on Sigrid’s. After a moment of hesitation Sigrid answered in kind. They kissed hungrily for a long moment before Mirja broke it off. She looked down at Sigrid.

“Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything you want.”

Sigrid breathed heavily looking straight into Mirja’s eyes.

“Can you lick me while you finger my rear,” Sigrid said in a whisper.

Mirja smiled widely. That was an improvement. Sigrid actually told her exactly what she wanted. She nodded and started pulling Sigrid’s pants off. The Sister had to help her out so that she didn’t cut herself on any of the multitude of knives and daggers that seemed to be hidden everywhere over her body but finally the muscular woman’s ass was bare. She was still wearing her leather armor on her upper body but Mirja told her to keep it on when Sigrid started taking it off. She pushed Sigrid’s legs apart and delighted in finally putting her lips in Sigrid’s quim. She worked her tongue far into Sigrid’s wetness and the other woman started whimpering. She let her tongue roam down towards Sigrid’s tight hole and lifting her legs she put her tongue into Sigrid’s rear.

“By the Gods. That feels soo good,” Sigrid moaned.

Mirja smiled and continued licking Sigrid’s rear for a long while before starting to use her finger.

“Put one more finger in,” Sigrid gasped.

Mirja obeyed and fingered the warrior woman’s ass with two fingers as she sucked greedily on her clit.

“One more,” Sigrid pleaded.

Mirja looked up at the Sister. She in turn looked down at Mirja.

“Please,” she begged.

Mirja nodded and cast a quick cantrip to lubricate Sigrid’s rear. She slid in a third finger. Sigrid moaned loudly. Mirja let it settle for a little while before starting to move back and forth as she continued sucking and licking on Sigrid’s cunt.

“More. I want more,” Sigrid said in a hungry voice.

Mirja looked up at her. The Sister’s back was arched, and she was pushing the back of her head down into the pillow. Mirja shaped her hand to be as narrow as possible and then slowly pushed it into Sigrid’s rear opening. Slowly she pushed all the way up to her knuckles. Sigrid gasped loudly.

“More,” she panted.

Mirja slid her hand all the way in and Sigrid’s rear closed around her wrist. Then she started moving her hand back and forth.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Sigrid panted.

Mirja went back to sucking on Sigrid’s clit as she fisted the girl’s ass.

“Yeessss!” Sigrid shouted and suddenly she was squirting warm juices, out of her cunt, all over Mirja’s face.

Then the Sister collapsed down onto the bed and lay completely still. Mirja slowly removed her hand and slid up to lay next to Sigrid. To her surprise there was a large smile on the Sister’s lips. Mirja thought it was the first honest smile she had ever seen on the woman.

“Thank you,” Sigrid said running her hand over Mirja’s face.

They kissed for a long while after.

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“I’ve hit a dead end in the Library,” Mirja said running her hand over Sigrid’s flat belly.

After she had pleased Sigrid the warrior woman had been completely obsessed with returning the favor and had spent the best part of a bell between Mirja’s legs. Mirja did not complain. Now they lay panting next to each other on the bed, both completely naked.

“Why?”

Mirja rolled over to face Sigrid.

“All references point to the same volume. A volume that I do not have access to. It’s in the restricted section.”

Sigrid looked at her with a frown.

“Restricted?”

Mirja nodded.

“Only for fifth tier and over. Which means Master or Mistress level basically.”

Sigrid nodded.

“What’s the name of the book?” the Sister asked.

Mirja raised an eyebrow but Sigrid looked dead serious.

“An Analysis of Physioactive Substances and their Effects. By Waard,” Mirja said to not anger the woman.

Sigrid nodded.

“I’ll get it for you.”

Mirja opened her mouth to protest but the look on Sigrid’s face told her that was not going to do any good.

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This was chapter 13 of our book An Ode to Uncertainty.

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