DD1 ASC - Chapter 10 - Teach

Typh led Arilla by the hand slowly up the flight of stone steps. It wasn’t that late in the evening, but between the tears and her labours of the day, she was beyond exhausted. Her legs felt more like lead weights dragging her down than functioning limbs as she made the short climb up the stairs. She followed Typh in a daze down a long hall until she eventually found herself in a small wood-panelled room with a large copper tub sitting slightly raised in the centre.

The strange mage momentarily left her alone, walking over to the bath where she placed a small brown hand against its metallic side for a couple of heartbeats before a winding script of actual runes lit up with golden light along the rim of the bath. She walked around the other side and crouched down out of sight, returning moments later to toss handfuls of what looked like salt and flakes of soap into the tub of water. Arilla cautiously approached the still glowing bathtub and saw the first wisps of steam rising from the warm looking water, the clear surface of which was rapidly becoming obscured by the growing mass of pleasant smelling bubbles.

Arilla had never used a piece of enchanted equipment before, and the thought of using something so expensive for the frivolous purpose of heating her bathwater gave her pause. Her life had been entirely turned upside down in the past 12 hours, she had woken up in a literal gutter, and now she was about to wash her body in a bath worth more money than she had ever seen in her life. Typh was full of surprises. Her arcane power being far more impressive than Arilla had expected to see from a level 1 mage, but she supposed that it only made sense that a person like her would be associated with a famous adventuring party like the Shining Swords.

Everything about Typh was weird, from her choice in adventuring clothes to her imperious attitude around people who could easily squash her like a bug. She was certain that Typh had instigated the fight with the goblins intentionally; that a level 1 mage who should only be good for a few weak spells had picked a fight with over a dozen of the little monsters was not surprising, but the fact that they had come out victorious and unharmed certainly was. Arilla was under no illusions that she was pivotal in the battle; besides from that weird surge of battle energy, she was largely useless and would have surely died several times over without Typh coming to the rescue with her powerful magics.

Typh’s face was oddly symmetrical, making her look more like one of those idealised statues that Arilla had seen in temples made to honour the Gods, as opposed to a face that belonged to an actual flesh and blood person. Her facial features themselves were individually striking, appearing as if they were sculpted from skin coloured marble by a master sculptor. Even more unusual were her almond coloured eyes that seemed to be flecked with gold, something that was rarely seen outside of noble houses or people with very high charisma attributes. She was beautiful, and the way her touch made warm flutters spread from Arilla’s stomach to her groin was more than enough for her to know that the attraction was certainly there, but she was still nervous about bathing with the strange mage. Exposing her body while she was little more than skin and bones felt like a recipe for rejection, something she wasn’t sure her fragile self-esteem could handle right now.

“Take off your clothes,” Typh demanded, shaking Arilla out of her introspection as she realised that the mage was looking at her expectantly.

“I can do this by myself; you don’t have to be here,” Arilla said, unsure if she was hoping that Typh would change her mind or not, as she gave the woman another excuse to leave.

“Given how exhausted you are, I’m not sure that you can. Besides, I paid for this bath, and it was very expensive, so it only makes sense for me to reuse the bathwater after you're done.” Typh said as she gently urged Arilla towards the hot water.

“That’s not true. I was at the table when they said it was free, besides won’t it be dirty to share the water?” She asked.

“A line of credit and free are two very different things, and it will be fine. Look, there are runes on the tub to keep the water hot and clean, here and here.” Typh said, pointing out two of the brightly glowing runes from the long stretch of winding script neatly etched around the rim of the tub.

“How can you even read that? Did Enora teach you to read runes?” Arilla asked, trying to calm her nerves by satiating her curiosity about Typh’s relationship with the famous adventurers.

“No. Enora’s runework is sloppy. Now quit stalling and get naked.” Typh scoffed as she began tugging half-heartedly at the frayed and stained fabric that served as Arilla’s shirt.

“Fine, but don’t stare; I know that I’m too thin,” Arilla said quietly as she hesitantly pulled her shirt over her head before all too easily shrugging out of her trousers and underwear. She stood there in her nudity, with just her mothers necklace around her neck and her arms crossed over her body as she tried to preserve some small modicum of modesty, as she felt her entire body flush pink beneath Typh’s lingering gaze. She quickly turned and clambered awkwardly into the bath, looking back over her shoulder to see that Typh’s almost golden eyes had gone wide after having momentarily seen Arilla’s naked form.

“You look lovely considering how poorly you’ve been eating. I wouldn’t worry about it; I’m sure you’ll fill out in no time.” Typh said unconvincingly as she approached Arilla in the bath, the mage's eyes continuing to roam over her body as she intently studied her thin form.

“Thanks, but you’re a terrible liar,” Arilla said as she allowed herself to relax in the tub.

“No, I’m not, now lean forwards so I can scrub your back,” Typh said, effortlessly slipping out of her clothes before grabbing a large sponge from beside the bath and dipping it in the soapy bathwater.

“Are you actually going to wash me? I thought we were going to... Oh Gods, that is good!” Arilla started saying before trailing off as she was interrupted by the much smaller woman working the soapy sponge over her back. Typh’s small but powerful movements with the sponge served to expertly massage the tight knots of muscle in her shoulders as the mage began thoroughly cleaning the months of accumulated dirt and grime from Arilla’s pale skin.

“Of course I am; whatever else are we supposed to do here?” Typh asked almost naively as Arilla made eye contact with her whilst looking over her shoulder, but between the hungry glint in her eyes and the way she squeezed her large breasts together between her upper arms belied her innocent words. The large teardrop shape of her breasts, which when pressed together looked even larger, and Arilla found herself staring at them, her mouth dry as she watched them rise and fall in time with Typh’s breathing.

“You don’t have to be so rough,” Arilla complained, groaning loudly as a spike of discomfort broke her otherwise blissful reverie.

“I do. You’re absolutely filthy; I’ve never seen so much dirt on a human.” Typh said, her curious turn of phrase going unremarked as Arilla instead grit her teeth and endured the vigorous, occasionally painful rubbing of the warm sponge over her back.

“Baths are expensive. When you can’t afford to eat, staying clean kinda falls down your list of priorities.” Arilla said defensively as she recrossed her arms over her chest as the small mage continued her work.

If Typh saw this reaction, she decided to ignore it as she instead focused on cleaning Arilla’s arms, shoulders and back. She was extremely thorough, her persistent efforts peeling the layers of encrusted filth off of Arilla and leaving her skin feeling fresh and more than a little oversensitive. The hot bath water did much to soothe her tense muscles and calm her irritated skin as the enchanted tub kept the soapy water hot and clean despite the amount of filth being deposited inside it.

“It’s starting to feel really good, I guess,” Arilla said, arching her back with pleasure as the warm sponge dispersed even more hot soothing water that trickled down her naked back as she breathed in another deep lungful of delightfully steamy air.

“Of course it does; I’m very good at what I do,” Typh said confidently.

“You’ve done this before? With other women?” Arilla asked, surprising herself with how invested she was in Typh’s answer.

“No, but I’m just good at everything I do.” She said, sounding momentarily unsure of herself, despite the arrogance inherent to her statement.

“Yes Typh, I suppose you are,” Arilla said, giggling loudly as she considered the relative absurdity of her situation. Her giggles turning to pleasurable moans as Typh moved on to vigorously scrub her tight lower back, stopping all too soon by her reckoning.

“Now make some space for me; it’s time to do your front,” Typh said, climbing into the tub before Arilla could react, their legs entangling with one another's as the small woman squeezed into the copper bath.

“So uhm, how do you know the Shining Swords?” Arilla asked, trying not to look directly at Typh as the small mage leant over her in the tub in order to continue lathering her body in warm soapy suds, the sponge’s movements over her sensitive chest somehow so much more sensual for the merit of being face to face with one another.

“The who?” Typh asked, pausing in confusion, her body practically straddling Arillas in her attempts to get to her clavicle.

“You know, Caeber the Shining Knight, Myorik Iron Heart, Enora the Blazing Witch, Riyoul the Smiling Knife and Mara the White Lady,” Arilla said, making eye contact with Typh for the first time in a while as she searched for any signs of recognition.

“Oh... are those their classes?” Typh asked, dodging the initial question as she resumed her scrubbing, her eyes roaming over Arilla's body hungrily as she brought the soapy sponge down over Arilla’s small breasts.

“What? No, of course not, it’s just those are the names they go by in the stories.” She said, blushing profusely, Typh's interest in her body not going unnoticed, nor was the way she carefully manipulated Arillas modest chest with her free hand, massaging her breast as she worked the sponge in the other.

“So there are stories about them? Why? Aren’t they just high-level adventurers?” Typh asked, sounding genuinely curious for the first time about something other than Arilla’s body as she finished soaping her breasts and moved down to her stomach.

“Well yeah, I guess, but there's only so many iron rank adventurers out there. They’re not steel, so I doubt they’re that famous outside of Rhelea, but still, it’s only natural that there are stories about their adventures.” Arilla said, her eyes unfocusing as Typh began working the sponge over her body well below the waterline. She reached out and grabbed ahold of the side of the bath with her left hand and Typh’s slender calf with her right, the mage's firm leg feeling comforting in her hand as the smaller woman continued to massage her outer lips with the sponge.

Typh’s motions were an odd mix of clumsiness and expertise, the young woman able to seemingly effortlessly trace the contours of Arilla’s vulva despite not being able to see a thing beneath the foamy water, whilst at the same time she was being entirety too rough with the sponge, which at this point would be better abandoned in favour of the woman's more dexterous fingers. Arilla let out a low exhale, it was nice enough, but in Arilla’s experience, ‘nice enough’ was not how anyone wanted to have sex. She looked at Typh and saw the intense look of focus on her face that had been there for the entirety of the ‘sponge bath’ that the woman had insisted on giving, and she felt a mote of pity mixed in with all the frustration that her fumbling attempts were generating.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Arilla said, smiling softly as she tried to be as kind as possible about it.

“I am?” Typh asked, pausing what she was doing, the crestfallen look on her face making Arilla’s heart break even if it was for just a single moment.

“Yes, let me show you,” Arilla said gently, taking the sponge away from Typh as she guided the woman's smaller hands to her clitoris.

“I like it like this to start.” She said as she guided the mage to trace around the edges of her clit using just her middle and index fingers.

“Just keep massaging around it like that for a while." She said, smiling as she enjoyed the slow buildup of tension between her legs. She let Typh practice as she felt her own body warm up, although, after the long sponge bath, there really wasn't all that much need for foreplay.

"When I'm ready to move on, I like to sort of pinch it between my outer lips and rub it forwards and back, yes like that." She said as she continued guiding Typh’s hand through the motions, the usually self-assured mage silent as she delicately massaged Arilla's vulva. Typh’s gentle movements causing Arilla's to take deeper, faster breaths as she found herself closing her eyes and spreading her legs wide to give Typh better access to her clit. She allowed Typh to rub her like this for a few minutes until she could bear no more, the mage instinctively knowing when to speed up her place to match Arilla's heavy breathing, eroding her resolve even faster than she had intended.

"Gods yes, now I want you inside me, quick!" Arilla found herself saying, the urgency in her voice stemming from her very visceral need to be filled, as she took Typh’s hand in hers and guided her two massaging fingers inside of her. Her head rocked back as she felt her pleasure reach new peaks as Typh finally penetrated her. Her teaching tone abandoned with her sudden need to cum as she grabbed a firm hold on the mages slender wrist and began fucking herself on the woman's fingers. She thrust Typhs digits deep into her vagina over and over again, each time sending foamy water flying out of the copper tub as she reached up and squeezed hard on the nipple of her right breast, the pain mingling with and amplifying the mounting pleasure emanating from her vagina.

She opened her closed eyes a crack to see Typh staring at her in fascination, her full lower lip bitten as she seemed to be curiously exploring her own body with her other hand firmly lodged between her legs. Arilla moaned involuntarily, arching her back and curling her toes as she gave herself over to the joyful sensations of their lovemaking. Her grip on Typh’s wrist had ceased, but the smaller woman had enthusiastically carried on, increasing the tempo of her thrusts as after some brief experimentation she began making a 'come hither' motion with her fingers as she curled them up inside Arilla with every thrust, eliciting even more sparks of pleasure that added to her building orgasm.

Arilla screamed, muffling the sound somewhat by biting down on her own arm as her legs tightly wrapped around Typh, pulling and holding her in her close as the mage continued fucking her, chaining orgasms together as Arilla came for the better part of a minute.

“We should have a name,” Typh said, sounding serious.

“We should?” Arilla asked breathlessly, not really paying attention as she instead leaned back in the tub as she basked in the warm afterglow of her recent orgasm.

“Yes, The Shining Swords have a name, so I want one.”

“Okay…”

“The Golden Scales.” She said

“The what?” Arilla asked, still not in any condition to listen.

“The Golden Scales, that’s us, you and me. And maybe others later if we ever need them.” Typh said a strange look on the mages face as the strange woman studied her, her hand still busily working away between her own legs.

"Oh, okay, that, that sounds really nice." Arilla panted, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breathing back under control.

"Good, I'm glad that you agree. Anyway, now it's my turn." Typh said, smiling as she spread her legs wide and guided Arilla's hand to the entrance of her vagina, the small woman having already done the work of preparing herself for Arilla's fingers.

"Alright Typh, whatever you say." Arilla sighed contentedly. It had after all, been a very good 12 hours.