Note: Soma here is 18, Cill is 32(further explanation about her age and appearance will come later)
Another night had gone by, and Cill woke up with a youngster wrapped in her arms. Lightly snoring against her breasts with his cheeks flushed red, he seemed as soft as a toy and yet rock hard against her legs. Running her fingers across his cheek, Cill hummed to herself, wondering how a man could be so frail-looking.
Ever since she'd set her claim on Soma, the young man hadn't left her room, and in the morning they studied, and at night she made love to him. Being shy and intimidated by a sage, the youngster would often remain lying, while she had to take charge. Seeing him under her body, she couldn't help but feel old for the difference in their size was twice as much, making him almost seem like her son instead of her lover.
