Gianna's kiss deepened, a bold and unexpected move. Her hand swiftly moved to my pants, undoing the button and zipper. My cock, already rock hard from the conversation and her intense gaze, sprang free. She knelt, her own hands tying behind her back, and then, with a soft hum, she took me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled, devouring me with an eager, almost primal hunger. Just as the pleasure began to overwhelm me, I heard footsteps approaching the common room. Panic surged through me. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, I grabbed a nearby blanket and threw it over Gianna, completely concealing her beneath its folds. The footsteps stopped. It was Yor. She looked at me, her usual emotionless gaze now tinged with a hint of concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes scanning my visibly red face and the beads of sweat trickling down my forehead. All the while, beneath the blanket, Gianna's movements grew more frantic, a soft, muffled hum of pleasure vibrating through the fabric as her tongue worked with renewed intensity, her eagerness undimmed by the sudden interruption. "Yeah, I'm alright," I stammered, trying desperately to sound normal, though my voice was strained. Yor's pale, almost silver eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sharpening as if processing a complex equation. She didn't just observe; she analyzed. Her head tilted almost imperceptibly, a subtle shift that hinted at a deeper thought. "You look like someone has a fever," she observed, her tone flat, yet with an underlying precision that suggested she noticed far more than she let on. "You should have a rest." A fleeting, almost imperceptible flicker—was it curiosity? amusement?—crossed her features before her expression settled back into its usual stoicism. She then turned and headed back to her room, her footsteps quiet and methodical, leaving me alone with the blanket-covered Gianna. The moment Yor's footsteps faded, I quickly pulled the blanket off Gianna. Her eyes, wide and flushed, met mine. Without a word, I pulled up my pants, doing my best to restore some semblance of order. Then, I scooped Gianna into my arms and carried her swiftly to my room.
Once inside, I gently laid her on my bed. I pulled her close, spooning her from behind, burying my face in her soft, silken nightgown. She kissed me over her shoulder, her hand instinctively finding its way to my arousal. Her pussy, already wet and eager, pressed against my fingers as I subtly rubbed her. She moaned softly, her nipples, firm against my chest, betraying her escalating desire. One hand remained on her slick warmth, the other cupping her breast. We kissed, punctuated by her soft moans. It wasn't a demanding urgency like Selyra's, nor a commanding aggression like Dianna's. It was a gentle, unfolding warmth, a shared intimacy that felt less like a routine and more like a sacred ritual.
Her hand then found me, stroking me with increasing speed. She turned in my arms, her eyes meeting mine, and began to undress me, her fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness. I reciprocated, shedding her nightgown until we were both naked, skin against skin. We embraced, kissing deeply, our bodies intertwined. Her kisses were tender, her touch warm, a comforting heat that spread through me. Sometimes she would gently guide my hands, sometimes she would simply lean into my touch, allowing me to lead. It was a mature dance, a quiet understanding passing between us.
I then pulled her onto my lap, guiding myself into her. A gasp of pure pleasure escaped her lips. "Ah, it's good, Ven!" she cried, immediately beginning to move, a frantic up and down motion that sent shivers through me. "Gianna," I whispered, the words surprising even myself in the heat of the moment, "maybe I love you." Her eyes, wide and shining, met mine. "I love you too!" she declared, her movements growing even more fervent. As morning light filtered into my room, I woke to find Gianna beside me, her half-braided white hair a soft, beautiful mess around her face. She was still asleep, her bare back a smooth expanse of skin. I gently reached out, cupping her breast, and she moaned softly in her sleep. "Morning," I whispered, leaning close. Her eyes fluttered open, and she giggled, pulling me in for a kiss. My hand, already on her, moved to her pussy, gently arousing her. In turn, she reached down, found my cock, and guided it toward her, lifting her legs. I thrust into her from the side, kissing her deeply as she moaned, "Yes, yes, yes." She came quickly, her body trembling against mine. Afterward, I lifted her and carried her to the bathroom, gently washing her breasts and her pussy. She was still exhausted, offering no resistance, only soft moans and whispered directives: "Right there, Ven... right there... more..." I wasn't done. I pushed her against the wall, entering her from behind. I grabbed her soft, white hair, pulling her head back slightly. She smiled, a glimmer of pleasure in her eyes, wanting to kiss me, but I held her there for a moment, making her beg. "Ven, give me your lips, Ven, please!" she pleaded, her moans punctuating her words. Finally, I kissed her, then carried her back to my bed. She was utterly exhausted, so I gently, but firmly, guided my cock to her mouth from above her. She complied, sometimes choking softly with the intensity. I then moved between her breasts, pulling her up. She could do nothing but follow my overwhelming strength. It was still morning, and I pulled her onto my lap, gripping her waist as I began to move her, guiding her body in a slow, rhythmic dance. As I came inside her, we lay together for a moment, entwined and breathless. "I love you," I whispered, holding her naked body close. Eventually, we rose, dressed ourselves, and headed out for breakfast with the others. By the time we reached the dining hall, Gianna was already clinging to me, her arm wrapped around mine just as Selyra usually did. Jove watched us, a wide grin on his face, clearly finding the new "scandal" highly amusing. "Well, well, looks like someone had a very... enlightening night!" Jove boomed, his voice carrying across the dining hall, a playful wink aimed directly at me. After breakfast, Gianna led me to her room. It smelled wonderfully, a soft scent of flowers, and was bathed in a calming, blue dim light. "I really like that Iskiran nightgown," I told her, recalling the translucent garment from last night. She smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes, and then, to my delight, she changed into that very dress. "You mean this?" she teased, and just seeing her in it made my cock grow hard again. We ended up spending the entire Sunday together, doing it over and over. Her soft breasts, almost as big as Selyra's, pressed against me, and I realized a new trigger for my arousal: seeing an Iskiran nightgown. I came multiple times that day, our passion consuming almost the entirety of our free Sunday.