Echoes Of The Seven

Alex volunteered to replace the bedsheets while Jaxie ‘helped’ Eris in the shower. She probably didn’t expect that help to come in the form of standing there while Eris hugged her tight and cried into Jaxie’s soft, wet chest. Eris wasn’t even completely sure why she was crying- she wasn’t sure about a lot of things. She loved what just happened, far more than she should have. She loved Jaxie, and she loved Alex, and she loved being so naughty, but she hated that yucky feeling stuck in her chest saying that it was wrong.

Thankfully, Jaxie didn’t make a big deal about it. She simply wrapped her arms around Eris’s back and whispered affirmations in her ear while the redhead came to terms with what just transpired. It was a lot to take in, and Jaxie held Eris close the entire time.

Eventually, Eris regained her composure and the actual ‘cleaning’ began. While most of it was little more than a quick rinse to clean off the little bits of sweat that started to build towards the end of the trio’s endeavours, there was no small amount of fluid dribbling down Eris’s leg. Jaxie was perfectly composed as she helped scrub it away, though the nature of it left Eris flushed and panting.

As it turns out, the most effective way to remove Alex’s cum was for Jaxie to hold Eris open with two fingers while a few more started scooping out the vast majority of seed. Would it get all of it? Unlikely. Would it get enough that Eris didn’t have to worry about it leaking out of her and leaving a slimy mess in her underwear? Absolutely.

Of course, the natural side effect was Eris holding onto Jaxie’s head with both hands to support herself as she shuddered from the sensations. Jaxie, the ever-loving girlfriend she was, happily took the hint and continued with her fingers long after Eris was ‘clean’. The orgasm that followed was the perfect little ribbon to top off an emotionally confusing but very pleasurable evening.

Eris held that warm sensation in her chest, and the tingles of Jaxie’s goodnight kiss, all the way to the door of her own room. It was open but not in the way that Eris expected.

Bailey was sitting on a small stool while bracing the open door between both legs to keep it pointed at her. She was clothed, thankfully, but it was definitely in a manner meant more for ‘comfort’ than ‘conservative’. She was barefoot and wearing a thin-strapped, sleeveless, baby blue crop-top that practically made a half-mile of cleavage jump out and say Howdy! Past her completely revealed stomach were a pair of tight, stretchy white shorts that ended about a third of the way down her thighs, and her big bushy hair was tied back in a simple but exceedingly poofy ponytail to keep it out of the way. Her gaze was narrowed on the holes in the door and the small table beside her held a number of screwdrivers along with a mostly-complete set of fixtures.

“Are you… putting the doorknob back on?”

Her eyes flicked upwards, to which she gave a shrug. “Trying to. I can’t remember how the fuck I took this thing off.”

Eris nodded. “Yeah, they can be a bit tricky sometimes. I can do it if you want.”

“Really?” Her blue eyes widened. “Oh, thanks! I was driving myself nuts here.”

She stood from the stool and made space for Eris to sit down. As the redhead examined the doorknob fixture to analyze where the connecting points were, she spoke over her shoulder. “Were you trying to put it back on because of me?”

Bailey plopped herself into a cross-legged position down on the floor, and the action unintentionally caused quite the volume of titflesh to jiggle pleasantly out of the corner of Eris’s eye.

“I mean, yeah. I’ll live free and shit when I’m alone, but I have no intentions of making it into the ‘Shit Roommate Hall of Fame’. I’ve fully replaced your sheets, washed the carpet, cleared out your closet and nightstand, and deep-cleaned the washroom.”

“You didn’t need to do all that…” Eris said. Bailey scoffed.

“Trust me,” Bailey scoffed, “I did. If you knew what kinds of things have happened in this dorm, you would have scrubbed it down yourself. Anyways, how was your first day? Good orientation? Did you get your workshop yet?”

Eris blinked at the sudden conversation shift and multitude of questions. “Uh, yeah. I got my shop and sorted it all out the way I like. Things are fine, and the orientation was, too. You?”

Bailey leaned back on her hands, resting them behind her. It made her chest puff out in a way that was very distracting, but it seemed like Bailey genuinely didn’t notice or care.

“Same shit, different wipe. Finished commissions, sold commissions, got more commissions, sold a few extra bits and bobs, business as usual. Commission, commission, commission… sorry.” She shook her head, causing her poofy hair to flail before it settled. “Anyway, we didn’t get much of a chance to talk this morning.”

Eris tried not to blush. “Uh, yeah. You were pressed for time and stuff.”

“Among other things,” Bailey chuckled. “I don’t blame you for wanting to get out of there quickly. I realised later that I may have come off a bit on the strong side.”

“It definitely caught me by surprise.” Eris lined up the parts of the doorknob and started screwing them into place. Bailey let out a breath.

“Well, let’s get some of the immediate ones out of the way. I’m twenty-one years old and a third year here at Marrix. Yes, I was the princess of the Geriege family until my parents disowned me because I signed up for the Syndicate against their direct orders. Yes, I am also a massive whore, and I couldn’t care less what other people think of me. I’m going to live my life my way, and I’ll have all the fun I want doing it.”

She bit her cheek in thought. “Hmm, what else? I’m a ninth level Alchemist, but I’m pretty sure I already told you that-”

“You did.”

“Okay, cool. Uhh, I’m trisexual, so male, female, futa, doesn’t matter. I’ll hook up with literally anyone that wants to, but I have no desire for anything serious. I don’t want flowers and romance and to be courted and shit. Gimme a quick fuck and a slap on the ass and I’m set for the day.”

Eris paused. “Uhhh…”

“Too much? Sorry. I’ll try to tone down all the sex stuff around you. What about you? You didn’t say much of anything this morning.”

Eris tightened the last screw and dropped her hands into her lap. “Ooh, umm… my name is Eris Limeen Kadell, which is Ra’lan for Hope, Light, Soul.”

“Cool. Kinda like the school motto.”

“Yeah, I noticed that. As you can guess, I’m eighteen and a first year here at Marrix as a crafter.”

“What class?” Bailey asked.

“Artisan.” Eris said. “First level.”

Bailey smiled. “Well, if you ever have any questions about Alchemy, I’ll be more than happy to help you out. Roomies gotta stick together, you know?”

“Did you have a roommate before?” Eris asked. Immediately, she saw some of the glimmer in Bailey’s eyes fade. A nerve had been struck.

“Uhh… yeah.” Bailey’s voice took on a softer, sadder tone. Eris backpedaled.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“It’s okay,” Bailey said. “It happens here. It’s what we sign up for, after all.”

A moment of silence before Eris tried again. “If you don’t mind me asking…?”

Bailey let out a long sigh and let herself drop so that she was lying flat against the floor.

“He was a Stonecutter- Alvin Micah. We were both first years when we got bunked together. Nicest guy anyone could ever meet. The kind that became everyone’s best friend. He was damned good with runes, too. The teachers called him a prodigy with a heart of gold.”

Eris remained quiet.

“Anyway, it was during our second year. We were deployed on our missions like normal. I came back from mine. He didn’t.”

“What happened?”

Bailey laced her fingers behind her head in a hand pillow.

“During the winter, for about a month, the temperature gets so cold up north that the ocean in between Hailfire Island and Dural freezes over. There’s an entire garrison set up along the coastline specifically to keep the Hollow from spreading to the mainland when that happens. Alvin was sent there for his mission. He and the other crafters weren’t supposed to see combat, like usual. They were back in a development camp about a mile from the main wall and making supplies for the soldiers. Well, a few particularly nasty monsters managed to breach the defenses of the main force and went to the development camp.”

“I’m sorry,” Eris wrung her hands. Bailey gave a weak smile and propped herself on an elbow.

“You don’t have to be. The monsters tore through the soldiers guarding the camp and would have killed everyone else if it weren’t for Alvin.”

“Huh?”

“While the rest of the camp was trying to evacuate, Alvin gathered all the runecrystals he had carved and connected their energy together while setting them up to self-destruct. When the monsters finally got through the soldiers and breached the camp, he was waiting for them with a really, really big bomb.”

A moment of silence before Eris gave a small nod. “He’s a hero.”

Bailey returned the nod, then sat back up and looked around the room.

“Anyway, I haven’t had a roommate for about a year and a half until you, so I apologise in advance if I’ve forgotten some roommate etiquette.”

“Well, you are forgiven in advance.”

She smiled. “You get the doorknob on?”

Eris gave a test turn. “Yep. I’m not sure where the lock is, though…”

Bailey’s eyes widened. “Oh, right! I’ve got it over here- hold on a sec.”

She stood to her feet. Instead of doing the logical thing and walking around her bed to access her nightstand, she crawled right over the top. While she fumbled around in a drawer that was audibly filled to the brim and then some, Eris averted her gaze to avoid staring at the shorts-clad ass pointed directly at her. Gods, this girl really didn’t have any sense of shame whatsoever. Eventually, she managed to find the buried lock and toss it to Eris who fumbled the catch and picked it up off the ground. The redhead did pull the previously-useless key from her pocket and give a test turn to ensure the lock still worked before affixing it. Eris ignored the voices of other people walking down the hall and going to their own rooms, until some of the voices got louder.

“Heyoo, is it too late for a booty- oh. Sup?”

Two guys stepped in front of the doorframe, looked down at Eris affixing the lock, then moved their gaze back to the scantily-dressed Bailey sitting on the edge of the bed. She chuckled and stood.

“Sorry boys, not tonight. I’m getting to know my roommate.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” one of them said. He gave an annoyed look towards Eris, obviously displeased by the fact that her mere presence was denying his ability to get laid. “We were just gonna- umm… what about tomorrow night?”

Bailey laughed and leaned against the doorframe. Eris wasn’t particularly paying attention, but a blind person could see the way their eyes were locked to Bailey’s cleavage. “I never plan that far ahead,” she said. “Have a good night.”

They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. The other one cleared his throat. “Really? We can’t come in for a half hour?”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “What exactly do you plan on doing for the other twenty-eight minutes? Good night, guys.”

“Cmon, please? We came all the way over from Sector Teer for this.”

Bailey gave an exasperated sigh, rolled her eyes a second time, then casually pulled the front of her shirt up over her large breasts. Eris suddenly became very interested in one of the screws she was tightening. The princess stood there for many moments with her tits bared to the world, even raising her arms above her head and bouncing on her heels a bit to make them jiggle in a way that fought to win over Eris’s attention. Eventually, she dropped her arms and placed her hands on her hips.

“There, you got something. Now I’m gonna say ‘Good Night’ for a third time, you two are going to say it back to Eris and I, and then you’re going to fuck off. If you don’t, some blue balls are going to be the least of your issues, okay?”

Eris was getting overwhelmed by the still-with-her-tits-out Bailey giving threats, and they weren’t even aimed at her. She could hear both of the boys nod.

“Good. Night.” Bailey spoke in a way that was pushing the very boundaries of ‘polite’.

“Goodnight!” The boys spoke so quickly and so strained that if Eris didn’t know better, she would have thought that Bailey was already following up on her vague threat. Either way, they turned and left while Bailey sighed and rolled her shirt back down.

“Big tits are really annoying more often than not,” she said, “but at least a good jiggle’s enough to solve any social problem. People get so obnoxious when they think you’ll bend over for them at any opportunity just because you’re the school whore. On that thought…”

Bailey pivoted around Eris, bent over, and picked up a wooden sign off the floor. Eris saw the ‘Nobody’s Home! Come Back Later! sign with the heart right beside it. When Bailey hooked this one onto the front of the door, it read ‘Unavailable! Go the Fuck Away!’ with a smiley face and a middle finger. Eris blinked.

“That’s… a sign.”

Bailey shrugged. “If I don’t put that one up, people are gonna be walking in and out of the room all night to cop a feel or get their dick wet while we’re trying to sleep. Actually, they’ll be knocking since there’s a lock now. It’d keep you up all night and I’m not gonna let that happen.”

Eris gave a slight jostle to the lock after the last bit was tightened- it didn’t even budge a millimeter. Satisfied, she gave a little nudge to the door and watched it close. Then, she twisted the lock shut and turned around to Bailey who had walked back over to her bed.

“You’re… really changing a lot because of me. Sorry.”

Bailey dropped herself onto the blanket. “Nah, it’s all good. I can still have all the slutty fun I want, I’ll just keep it out of the room.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that…” Eris was blushing. That made Bailey lift her head and raise an amused eyebrow.

“Really? You’re okay with the ‘freeuse slut’ room?”

Eris stood, set the tools back down on the little table, then moved to sit in her own bed. It was a lot softer than the one she made earlier that was in the corner of her workshop. She didn’t plan on sleeping in the workshop, but the distillery back home proved that late days or big projects sometimes meant the easiest option was staying the night.

“I mean- hmm…” Eris tried to figure out a way to put things into words without making her face get too red. “I don’t mind you doing… you know... in the room-”

“Likewise.”

That made Eris drum her fingers on her thigh awkwardly. She cleared her throat. “And I, uhh… I’ve been trying to open myself up more? To stuff like- like this, I mean. You know, like… sex?”

“You’ve been trying to ‘open yourself up’ to sex?” Bailey chuckled. Eris coughed out words that didn’t form properly, stammered a few more, gave up, then took a sigh. It was weird to get the words out when she couldn’t use the excuse of literally needing sex to become stronger.

“I get really anxious and awkward about this kind of stuff, but I don’t want to be,” Eris finally said.

“And you want to expose yourself to sex and stuff so you can be more casual about it?”

Eris gave a meek nod. “No lock on the door is a bit too far, but I don’t mind you… having company... while I’m in the room. Just, maybe nothing too extreme?”

“Like a party coming out of the Obelisk at three in the morning and stopping by for a quick bukkake before they go back to their dorms?”

“I guess? What’s a ‘boo-cocky’?”

“Not important,” Bailey said quickly. “So casual sex and nothing extreme. I can live with that. I’ll also make sure to stay away from your bed, and we’ll always clean up after ourselves.”

Eris couldn’t meet Bailey’s gaze. “Thanks.”

The room was quiet for a moment before Bailey shrugged. “What are you into?”

“Huh?”

“Male, female, futa, what stirs your fancy?”

Eris coughed. “Err- uhh… gay? I like girls, so… female and futa.”

“Cool. Wanna fuck?”

Eris’s eyes widened and she let out a noise that sounded like a chipmunk getting curb stomped. Bailey laughed and rested her hands in her lap.

“Hey, if you don’t wanna, it’s fine with me. I was just thinking that since you wanted to get more casual about sex stuff, we could have a little hookup. Help you out a little.”

Eris could practically hear Jaxie in her mind, goading her forward. Do it, it’s fine. Get a taste of the royal bloodline. The worst part, Eris wanted to. Bailey was hot and had everything going on in the right ways.

But, Eris’s heart was still recovering from the emotional rollercoaster that was having a threesome with her best friend for over a decade. Having sex with someone she’s known for less than a day right after what’s already happened was a high risk for cardiac arrest.

Eris shook her head. Bailey shrugged.

“No problem. Any particular reason why? Not upset, just curious.”

“I, uhh-” Eris shakily reached into her pocket and pulled free the empty vial that contained the remnant drops of the Potion of Birth Control, then passed it forward while turning a reddening gaze downwards. “I already pushed my boundaries today.”

Bailey took it, looked it over, then grew a smile of recognition. “Ah, I gotcha. No hookup tonight, so casual nudity it is.”

Before Eris could say anything, Bailey was already pulling her shirt up over her head and once again revealing her unfairly large breasts. Eris had been trying to not pay so much attention to them, but it was really hard. Every time she had looked at the princess, they were right there, and the overly-tight, cleavage-and-stomach-revealing shirt certainly didn’t help matters. Bailey could walk into a room full of toddlers and make all of them start salivating. Now, they jiggled and swayed as Bailey dropped her shirt beside her bed and slid her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts.

“I prefer sleeping naked, anyway.”

“Uhh…” was all Eris could muster as Bailey casually slid off her shorts and underwear before dropping them right beside her shirt.

“You can keep on some pajamas or something if it makes you feel better, I don’t care either way. Would you mind getting the light?”

Thankfully, it was easier for Eris to tear her eyes away from Bailey’s nude body when the blonde started pulling the covers up over herself with the obvious intention of going to sleep. It allowed her to stand, awkwardly shuffle over to the runic switch on the wall and turn off the glowing orb on the ceiling. Though the room was dark, she could see that Bailey was facing away from her. That gave Eris a bit of peace of mind while she quickly stripped and grabbed her sleeping clothes- a pair of pajama pants and one of Jaxie’s old shirts-, but then she hesitated. She looked at the clothes, back at the outline of Bailey’s nude shoulder, back at the clothes, then set them down back in her bag before crawling under the sheets as naked as the blonde in the other bed. After a few moments of silence, Eris heard Bailey give a low chuckle.

“Just so you know, my bed’s always open to you if you want someone to snuggle.”

Eris squeaked.