"What do you think you are doing..... Myrra ?" Zorat whispered to Myrra.

"....I thought.... Since my lord..... You did ’that’....with the strange lady...." Myrra mumbled from the side in a squeak....

Though she was nervous and shy, her left hand never left the bridge of Zorat’s pants, and continued tentatively, trying to breach inside.

"I thought...maybe ... you’ll do that to me with me too ?" she added before mustering the courage to look up at Zorat with her bright scarlet eyes.

Zorat noticed the rosy tint to her cheeks, the heated waves she was exhuding, and the position of her other hand inside her night gown, right between the folds of her thighs.

Myrra was oozing so much lust and arousal that it was almost made visible in the steamy air that she breathed out.

It appears she has been nursing this intense need for quite a while, probably ever since she saw him and Kaelara going at it.

What stood out to Zorat was her boldness. Zorat believed Myrra was a scared, timid girl, but even as he thought this....

Though she was obviously jittery and awkward in her actions, her small hand was still reaching inside his pants, and her right hand was somewhere between her thigh, softly stimulating her aroused petal underneath her nightgown.

Zorat had no obligation to sate Myrra’s burning arousal, except for his own pleasure, and her highly erotic appearance right now is triggering that sensual node in him.....

Compounded with the fact that Zorat plans to analyse the runes embedded metaphysically around her abdomen.....

An act which would already be intimate enough in its execution, because he planned to place his palm on her back or belly button to get a proper link...

However, being physically inside her would more than triple the efficiency of a single session of outside rune analysis. So it’s an all-around win-win situation.

There was just a slight concern....

"Myrra. Have you even done anything like this before ?" Zorat whispered as he gently grabbed hold of Myrra’s adventurous hand.

Myrra was instantly embarrassed and flushed crimson at the intimate question. Only after a couple of extra seconds of silence did she shake her head from side to side, indicating no.

"I figured as much," Zorat added calmly, and was about to say more when Myrra mumbled from the side in her tiny voice.

"But...I want to do it...my lord...."

’Please.... Please fuck me too..." she purred as she forced her hand back down onto Zorat’s pants. The desperation in her tone mangled with her pent-up squirms... Myrra was extremely horny.

Seeing as he needed something from her, and of course, it promises to be quite the pleasurable experience..... Zorat decides to kill two birds with one stone.

"Fine...."

"However, you need to be really quiet. Can you do that ?" Zorat muttered, staring down the now smiling Myrra, who nodded cutely in response.

With that, he got out of his bed, with Myrra following nervously behind, and he advanced to stand in front of Myrra’s own mattress....

which she had abandoned to sleep in Zorat’s for the night.

Zorat did this so their actions would not disturb the peacefully sleeping Florielle, who had almost woken up when Zorat peeled her off him to leave his own mattress.

"Myrra...." Zorat called, standing before Myrra, who was seated nervously on the edge of her mattress.

"My lord ?" Myrra replied, unsure of what to do and how to act now that she was about to have her burning needs met. She was visibly tense and equally excited.

She replayed images of how flawlessly gorgeous the previous lady was, and Myrra couldn’t help herself from making comparisons between them, and what her lord would think of her own body and looks.

Would he not find her just as appealing?

As a former assassin, caring about looks has never been part of Myrra’s concerns; she doesn’t even know exactly how she compares, but now, underneath the scrutinizing gaze of her lord, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about her feminine appeal.

Myrra was trying hard to contain her burning arousal as she took in Zorat’s form in recollection of that lady’s experience, how she had bloomed like a flower in beautiful bliss...

She wanted badly to experience that as well, even though she was tensing up and feeling self-conscious, which Zorat soon noticed.

"You touch yourself, right ?" Zorat remarked as he directed his gaze meaningfully to her flower region.

Myrra was flushed red with embarrassment, yet she nodded in affirmation, while doing her best to avoid Zorat’s gaze with her head turned to the side.

"Good. I want you to follow my instructions.... can you do that ?" He added, and again, Myrra nodded in agreement.

"Climb into the mattress.... and face me."

Doing as told.... Myrra slowly climbed up the mattress, and when she reached the center, she sat with her legs in front, then turned, and faced Zorat, blushing with aroused curiosity.

"Now.... spread your legs wide."

Myrra wasn’t sure what her lord had in mind, but every instruction he gave her seemed to cause her arousal to burn hotter.

She looked up at Zorat, who hadn’t moved from his standing position and was simply watching her, as she became even more horny.

Slowly, Myrra spread her luscious thighs apart, as the fabric of her gown gave way, pulling up to her waist, revealing all of her beautiful, creamy thighs and her pulsing, wet, and glistening vagina.

Myrra was dripping wet as she cast furtive looks in embarrassment at Zorat, who was simply observing her.

She had never felt this exposed before, and the nature of this exposure caused her to be even more aroused with every passing second.

"Good girl.... Now show me." Zorat muttered, staring down at the delicately gorgeous and provocatively sexual visage of Myrra spread wide on the mattress.

"My lord.... Show you ?" Myra mumbled, flustered.

With every look Zorat cast her way, and every word he spoke, her pussy dripped like a leaking faucet, with her gaze becoming more and more focused on the bulge in Zorat’s pants.

Zorat knows someone like Myrra has to be led gently into the process since it’s their first experience, so he plans to relieve that lingering tension in her slowly, because it might just as well affect his own analysis.

Taking two steps closer to the edge of the bed. Zorat uttered in his velvety voice...

"Do it like you do when nobody is watching....."

"Touch yourself, Myrra."