Softness

Chapter 29 - Softness

I marched my way all the way to the house, purposeful in keeping my "fuck-off" demeanor up all the way there. I was in no mood for another interruption. I soon reached the house and opened the door, only allowing myself to be slightly worried that I might be at the wrong place.

When I opened the door, however, I found that it was indeed the place I had woken up in that morning.

And sitting in the bed on the far side of the shack was Aamalyn. She was staring at me, clearly startled, her eyes were puffy and swollen. And she was clenching the shirt I had been wearing to her face. Was she ... smelling it?

I could feel my heart melt a bit, and I took a deep breath to calm my anger.

Aamalyn released the shirt and let her distant stare fall to the floor. In a tired tone, she asked, "How did you find me?"

I glanced at my fist as I stepped through doorway and closed it behind me. "I took a page out of your book from last night."

Aamalyn furrowed her brow.

I walked next to her bed, took a deep breath, and then sat down beside her. Finally, I asked the question that had been plaguing me for so long. "Aamalyn ... what happened between you and the University? You were a student there, right?"

Aamalyn nodded and then sniffled before she replied. "Yeah ... three years ago. I ... was a freshman student. Dominance disposition, red ring. Experimentalist focus, like most first-years. And I met someone."

I nodded, trying to show that I was listening.

"She was exciting and pretty ... and seemed so bold, even as a submissive," Aamalyn said with a sad smile. "So I pursued her ... earnestly. It took a while-there were plenty of people she was interested in. My advantage over them was that I listened ... to her preferences, her kinks, her likes. It didn't take long to win her over."

Again, I nodded. I noted that it all sounded a lot different than the approach Aamalyn had taken with me.

Aamalyn continued, "For a while, things were good. My magic and hers amplified one-another's so we were stronger than any other students. And being with her ... every day was a new adventure. But then, something happened. I'm not really sure what, no matter how much I try, I can't remember what triggered it. It was like overnight that my powers went away-the only student ever to lose her ability to do magic."

I placed my hand on Aamalyn's back, a sour and empathetic feeling forming in my gut as she continued.

Aamalyn shook her head, fresh tears forming in her eyes and her tone becoming almost defensive as she continued. "I did everything a good domme was supposed to for her. I played myself out to be strict, cruel, cold, all the things she had said would turn her on. Playing a pretend villain was fun for a while ... until it was all I was allowed to be. Until I failed. And the way she looked at me when my magic went ... it was like I was dead to her."

I shook my head, not sure the words that could express the depth of how horrendous that was. All her pretending and changing herself for the person she clearly loved more than anything, it had been so ingrained into her that it seemed burned into place. So much so that it had only been in the last day that I had gained any sort of glimmer of who Aamalyn really was beneath the image she had created.

All I could say was, "That wasn't fair to you."

If Aamalyn heard me, she didn't make it known. She shook her head and continued, "I went to the Director ... to try to figure out why my magic was gone. They tried a few things, but nothing worked. They offered me a job as staff or to help me find a place in one of the nearby towns. But that was it, they ... they gave up on me. She gave up on me. Everyone gave up on me. So I just left ... and came here, hoping that if it didn't give me my magic back, at least nobody would know. When I got my jobs, I wore the mask."

Again, so nobody would know that she didn't have magic. Even so, she had gotten a reputation as the Non-sorcerer. I didn't have the words to express how impressive it was that she had been successful here all this time, even without her magic. Her fight with the farmhands had been amazing! Still, I knew that this wasn't the time for all that ... it wasn't anything that would help. So, instead, I just continued to listen.

Aamalyn let out a sob and breathed heavily for a few minutes. When she finally caught her breath, she continued. "When we met, I was trying to fight that goblin from your school. She was cute, and I had sparred with her once as a student. So I knew she also got off on a good fight. But then you were there ... telling me off in the meekest way possible. I don't know how to explain how it made me feel, other than that seeing you made me feel the old me, just a little. And again, every time we met after. I thought ... I thought if I could win you over how I had won her over, maybe my magic would come back. I was so sure ... but it didn't. What's worse, you saw me ... the real, powerless, pathetic me. And your energy changed, your own power in that fight diminished just by looking at me. And ... I can't even blame you for it." She turned away and began to sob once again.

I sat there, stunned. Everything made sense now. Her hatred for the school, her fake magic, her fake persona, why she had been so sure that she was going to be able to use magic again.

I reached around and wove my arm under hers.

Almost immediately, Aamalyn turned and began crying into my chest-with loud wet sobs.

I gently trailed my fingers along her tight ringlets. Smelling the same sweetness as when I'd worn her shirt. I whispered, "You deserved better than all of that ... of being given up on, than not being appreciated for just you, than being made into some sort of kink dispenser."

Aamalyn continued to sob unresponsively.

I continued, holding her gently. "I don't give up on you. And ... I think you still have access to your magic. I felt it, when we were eating, on the road."

Finally, Aamalyn looked up, her eyes more swollen than ever, and asked hoarsely, "Then why didn't my powers work in the tower?"

I thought for a moment and then replied, "I don't think ... you were being you in the tower. You were on the road, when there was no pressure and I couldn't see you. But then you were on the spot again, and I can't imagine how much pressure you were putting on yourself in that moment."

"You were there," Aamalyn whispered. "I should have been aroused."

"Maybe you were ... but magic here is built on a sexual connection you have with yourself," I said, remembering back to all my classes and my talks with Daava. "I think ... maybe you lost that somewhere along the line of trying to remake yourself for someone else."

Finally, Aamalyn seemed to pause and contemplate my words a bit more deeply.

I continued, "I think we need to find out what you like. What makes you feel happy ... and in connection with yourself."

Aamalyn shook her head. "I don't ... I don't even know anymore. I wouldn't know where to start."

I nodded and caressed her face, "I think I might. But first ... let me take care of you."

I crawled over Aamalyn so that I was straddling her lap and began to kiss her neck. I tasted her sweet skin, trailing my tongue along it.

Immediately, Aamalyn drew in a heavy breath. I don't think she knew what else to do but to hold me. That was enough.

I elevated my position so that my breasts were at her level. Wrapping my hands gently around the back of her head, I pulled her invitingly to taste.

Aamalyn took my invitation, wrapping her mouth around one of my nipples. I tenderly massaged her scalp as I felt a combination of her lips ... tongue ... and even the slight graze of teeth brush against my skin.

A familiar icy-hot feeling came over me, and I looked down at her arm. It took a moment, but the red claw-marks on her skin seemed to grow thinner even as I watched. Oddly, this emboldened my feelings ... causing the magic to grow ... and the wound to heal even faster.

I pulled Aamalyn's head back and kissed her from my momentarily taller position in her lap. Our tongues met and danced shyly for a moment. But then I wrapped my lips around her tongue and gently sucked at it. After a little bit of this, her tongue dared to enter my mouth to explore it. Our tongues again met in my mouth as we tasted one another for several minutes.

Finally I pulled away and looked into Aamalyn's puffy eyes. I said, "May I worship you, my Goddess?"

Aamalyn paused for a moment before giving a small nod.

I lowered myself down on her lap, eventually having to step onto the ground as I kissed my way down her face. I could taste the salt of her tears, and continued working my way down her neck. When I reached her loose nightgown, I lifted it with my hands and joined her inside-running my tongue over her collarbone, and then walking my way down her sternum with my lips.

Aamalyn let out a gasp when I reached her breasts. And though it was dark under her shirt, I could still faintly make out her breast. Studded with the shimmering speckles of the rest of her body, over darkest skin and large nipples. They were perfection, and I tasted one while holding the other in the palm of my hand.

"Yes," I heard Aamalyn whisper, and then felt both her hands press against the back of my head. She held me there as I tasted her, and then began to pull me into her even more.

I opened my mouth to accommodate as much of her breast as I could, swirling my tongue in circles around it.

"Good little Clover," Aamalyn whispered. She then reached down and took hold of both sides of my face. Gently, she pulled me out of her shirt and back up so that my face met hers. She pressed her lips to mine, and we began to kiss again ... until we were falling backwards and had to realign ourselves with the small bed.

On top of her, I cradled her head in my arms as we continued to make out. I then gently lowered my knee between her legs.

This seemed to be all the encouragement Aamalyn needed. She began to grind my knee with her dripping sex. I then reached one arm down to help...pressing one of my fingers insider her while she grinded against my hand. I began to explore inside-stopping and pressing a bit harder whenever one of my movements caused her to press more eagerly. Then I added my thumb to begin stimulating her clit and was rewarded by her grinding even harder against me.

My concentration on this was such that I didn't think much of it when she inserted a finger in to join mine. I didn't realize what was happening until she pulled it out, reached her much longer arm around me, and pressed it firmly against my ass.

I gasped.

Aamalyn broke her lips away from mine and smiled as she pressed her finger into me.

I let out a whimper as she began to press deeper-with the finger lubricated by her own juices. She then pulled out ... and back in ... in a slow and unsteady rhythm that left me guessing when she would move again. Until she reached her other hand down to gently rub her palm along my girlstick. For good measure, she also latched her lips against the breast she had not yet tasted.

The sensory stimulation was almost too much, and my body began to quiver even before my orgasm. For several minutes I just gasped and drew ragged breaths-gently biting her shoulder. I somehow muttered how close I was ... only for the stimulation to pick up with greater intensity.

I let out a soft cry and my entire body shook uncontrollably. I continued to shake until I finally settled in Aamalyn's arms. She brought up her hand that had been pressed against my girlstick-a trickle of clear post-hormones cum along the backside. She tasted it, smiled, and then offered it to me.

I cleaned her hand thoughtlessly and demurely-my brain still mostly consumed by bliss. It didn't taste like much ... though it did have the faintest understate similar to my milk. Almost spiced? It seemed my healing magic was affecting me in more ways than I thought.

"Good girl," Aamalyn said and gently began to stroke my face. She waited like that for a little while, until she eventually rose and made her way to the water bucket.

"What about you?" I asked, referring to her orgasm.

Aamalyn let out a real laugh. "Don't worry, little Clover. Your sleeping accommodations have been upgraded. This will be your pillow from now on." She ran her nails through her neatly trimmed pubic mound. I supposed that meant I was sleeping under her covers tonight ... and that my face was going to get a workout. That was more than fine with me. Though a thought did occur to me.

I stood out of bed, still wearing only my silks, and went to the unlit potbelly stove. I put in a few sticks from the pile and then knelt there patiently until Aamalyn joined me.

"Still think we'll need a fire?" Aamalyn asked, standing next to me.

I leaned against her leg and reached both hands up until one of my hands was all the way up her thigh and my fingers brushing against her sex. I looked up at her and replied, "I think you can light it ... without the flint and steel."

Aamalyn grimaced at this and began to shake her head.

"When you were feeding me in the woods, I really did feel something from you," I said, looking up at her earnestly. "With me tied up and unable to see you, I think you felt free to be yourself for a while. I think ... you were actually having fun. And I think if you felt like that again, your powers would return."

Aamalyn shook her head. "She ... she took my powers."

I shook my head, "She could have only taken the ones that she generated. And maybe you won't be able to instantly become as powerful as you were. Maybe you won't have all the same spells and curses. But you have your own power. Not from her, not even from me. Just from you. So ... what would make you feel sexy? What would make you feel like you?"

Aamalyn furrowed her brow and thought about this for a moment. Finally, she gave a resigned sigh and shook her head. "I'm ... afraid."

"Of what?"

"Of it not working," Aamalyn said, her voice distant. "Of someone seeing the real me and rejecting that. It hurt more than I could stand when the villainous character I played was rejected the first time, when she wasn't bad and in control enough. But if it were the real me, I don't think I could survive it."

I nodded, knowing how real this fear was, firsthand. I wasn't even sure at what point I had become brave enough to own my kinks and preferences enough so that I also wasn't terrified of rejection. It had been at some point along the line of gently offering a small piece of myself to the friends ... the family I had found in being in this world. Over and over, I had been accepted. Even in the case of Faublien-who had no interest in femme people-he had done nothing except for show encouragement and support in everything I was and everything I liked.

"Even if it goes against my limits and I had to say no, I would never reject who you are, Aamalyn," I said, and gently kissed right over her knee. "You're safe."

Aamalyn bit her lower lip. "I don't ... want you to not look at me the same. Sometimes I really like pretending to be a villain. To be powerful ... to be someone who is feared and respected. But it isn't ... all of me."

I nodded and replied, "I already know that. Aamalyn ... something I've learned while being here is that kink can be a lot of things to people. It can be how we can get intimate with one another. It can be a hobby and shared interest. It can even be how we work out trauma from our pasts. But, at the end of the day, I think the most important thing is that it's play. It's having fun with another person and letting our imaginations run wild. It's because it's play that it's so meaningful and intimate. I mean, we get to see the innermost depths of where a person's imagination, vulnerabilities, and desires meet. We get to feel a little scared, a little excited, a little silly, and it's all okay, because we trust the person we are with. Not just that they'll accept us, but that they will engage in that intimate play with us."

Aamalyn looked down and again just bit at her lip.

I continued, "I like playing with you, Aamalyn. Whether you want to take the role of villain ... or someone else entirely."

Aamalyn smiled a little. "Okay." She knelt, took me by the hand, and led me to sit on the bed. Once we were there, she released me and reached under her bed where there was a nearly flat wooden box. Opening it, she revealed neatly folded pink ribbons.

Aamalyn seemed to pause at seeing them. She had been right, they didn't match the demeanor she normally gave off. I noticed her glance in my direction.

I just smiled warmly, trying to show that I was entirely with her so far.

Aamalyn forced a smile and picked up a particularly long string of pink ribbon. This she brought to me before biting her lip and saying, "C-could you please, uhm, lie down?"

This surprised me-I'd have been much more prepared to be pushed onto the bed or commanded. This nervous request was entirely new. Of course, I nodded and replied, "Yes, Goddess." I then realigned myself to lay correctly on the bed with my head on her pillow. It smelled like her skin and hair ... which was really nice.

Aamalyn smiled a little more genuinely this time and said, "Good little Clover." She went to my feet and began to wrap the ribbon around both feet so they were stuck side-by-side. From there, the ribbon was wrapped in even circles around my ankles, my shins, my knees, and my thighs. The ribbon ended with enough slack to make one last circle under my buttocks and was tied with a little bow over my girlstick. Honestly, it made me feel a bit like a mermaid.

Aamalyn smiled and muttered, "Such a pretty girl ... so pretty and soft," She then seemed to remember I was there and blushed.

"It's beautiful," I said, both for reassurance and because it was. The spaces between the loops seemed perfectly measured and her bows were perfectly tied. I surely would never have been able to do anything like that. My endeavors tended to be ... a bit more messy.

Aamalyn looked at me for a moment and said, "I love you, little Clover." Before I could reply, she leaned forward to kiss me tenderly on the mouth.

"And I love you, Aamalyn," I whispered back when she finally let go.

Now much calmer, Aamalyn gently took each of my hands and pressed them with the palms together. Taking a slightly shorter ribbon, she began to tie each of my individual fingers together.

It was elegant ... but something then happened that neither of us seemed to expect. As she went to loop the third finger, the ribbon moved before she could touch it-finishing the knot all on its own.

Aamalyn's eyes widened, and she looked at me, as if to ask if it was me.

I shook my head, honestly having had nothing to do with it.

"Miss Zaspar teaches such magics but ... I never learned them," Aamalyn said, her voice delicate-almost like she was afraid of speaking too loudly and scaring her newfound magical energy away. She extended her fingers over the pink ribbon again. It took a moment, but it slowly began to move again-tying off my wrists in a bow just as perfect as the one she'd made with her fingers. With just a look at the box, Aamalyn caused yet another ribbon to slither out as if on its own. This went behind me and I could feel it interlace with my hair. More ribbons then wrapped neatly around my breasts-framing them between symmetrical crosses and loops.

Aamalyn nearly hopped off the bed with happiness to get the last items in the box-a paintbrush and a glass bottle with pink liquid inside. She opened the bottle and dipped the brush in. When she pulled it out, an inordinate amount of the pink substance splashed out with it.

Both Aamalyn and I winced at the mess it was going to make. However, the droplets did not fall on the bed. Rather, they floated in midair.