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           And when she wasn’t entertaining, she was learning everything she could about the “magic” she apparently possessed. Hunk made sure she ate well and Amue and Shiro were adamant about her getting enough rest, but she still had to study and practice.

           “This is interesting,” she said to Shiro over a blessedly quiet lunch. She was reading some of the research Coran had dug up.

           Shiro swallowed his mouthful and leaned over. “What is?”

           “Apparently, the Goddess of the Universe has multiple facets to her, but there are two main ones: the Lady of Light and the Lady of Shadows.” She looked up from her comtab. “She’s both good and evil. She’s not wholly either one.”

           “Like people then,” he commented.

           She nodded. “Yes. I guess I just thought she’d be good.” She tapped her spork against her chin in thought. “Though it makes sense; if Honerva is manipulating and corrupting quintessence, perhaps that’s more to do with the dark side of things. She’s using the same sort of magic, just a different facet of it.”

           “And that’s why you’re going to beat her,” Shiro said, voice ringing with faith.

           “Sweet of you to say. I wish I shared your confidence.”

           He took her hand and squeezed it carefully. “You will. I know you will.”

           She leaned in to kiss him softly.

           “Eat!” Hunk’s voice declared. “You’re eating for two now, and I made that lunch specifically to keep you and the baby healthy!”

           “I’m eating!” she huffed. “You’re worse than Coran. Or Amue. Or Shiro, for that matter.”

           “Less complaining, more eating!” Hunk ordered.

           They were both in their sleep clothes, which for Zethrid was a tank top and shorts and for Ezor was a nightshirt and panties. So there was very little in the way of Zethie’s thick fingers as she pushed the thin cloth in between Ezor’s folds and started rubbing. Ezor moaned and wiggled her hips, trying to get more sensation. She could get off just on being rubbed like this, but the panties dulled the feeling, and she wanted more. But whenever she pressed her hips forward, Zethrid pulled her fingers back a little.

           “Don’t tease,” she whimpered.

           “This is what you get for calling me ‘Zethie’ and ‘Zethie-poo’ after I told you to stop.” The large hand pulled away entirely and slid up over one thigh, short fingernails scraping lightly against her skin. Ezor sucked in a shuddering breath.

           Zethrid literally tore Ezor’s panties off, then went back to rubbing between her folds, more decisively this time. Ezor rocked her hips against her friend’s fingers and this time she wasn’t mean enough to pull them away. She was rubbing hard and fast, getting her good and wet. Ezor was quickly panting.

           “Aah, Ze-Zethie, I’m…”

           The rubbing stopped, the fingers disappeared.

           “You call me ‘Zethie’, you don’t get to come,” Zethrid growled at her.

           “I love it when you growl,” she replied.

           Zethrid reached for the front of her nightshirt and tore it straight down, ripping out a large swatch of fabric and letting the rest of it fall away to bare Ezor’s body to her.

           “I liked this one!” Ezor pouted.

           “Too bad.” Zethrid used the torn strip of nightshirt to tie Ezor’s hands together and then to the headboard of the bed. “Now, no more ‘Zethie’.”

           Ezor batted her eyelashes at her. “Or what, Zethie-poo?”

           She tsked in response. “I warned you.” She grabbed the torn panties, balled them up, and shoved them in Ezor’s mouth. “Now you’re not going to be saying anything.”

           She could have pushed them out of her mouth with her tongue. But she played along; she wanted to see what Zethie would do to her now that she was “gagged” and helpless.

           Zethrid got off the bed, pulled her tank up over her head and her shorts down over her legs. Then she crawled onto the bed and grabbed hold of Ezor’s legs, shoving them apart roughly so she could push two fingers into Ezor’s wet cunt.

           Her back arched as her friend finger-fucked her, deep and rough and hard. She moaned around the panties in her mouth, the scent of her own arousal filling her nose, and just when she was about to come, the fingers pulled out entirely.

           She raised her head and whimpered, trying to give Zethie the wide-eyed pitiful look.