ALL NOVEL Chapter 37 – Scene Transition
“Oh, are you done?” While combing her slightly wet hair, Elana spotted naked Catarina grogily exit the bathroom.
“Yes.” The diminutive girl supported herself against the wall, then proceeded to slowly inch towards Elana’s bed, where her uniform lay. She plopped down on the sheets, then gingerly picked up her panties.
Elana watched the naked beauty with curiosity. She decided to make a statement. “I’ll send my bodyguard when I feel the itch to share you.” She resumed combing her hair. Elana was planning on visiting the Prince to see his miserable face and consider her plan's feasibility. She had to appear immaculate. After all, Moira would be there, too.
These words made Catarina pause. She looked at Elana, her face unreadable. “I see.” Her breath picked up in rhythm.
It appeared the girl didn’t want to discuss what had happened. Elana didn’t blame her. Catarina had her pride, and it had been wounded. She had spent more than an hour on the ground - cumming each time her consciousness returned.
Besides, it was clear Catarina wanted more, so Elana let the topic go. She resumed her ritual and began picking earrings for the occasion. “How about these?” She presented a moon-shaped one to her friend.
Catarina, who was still in a half-dressed state, studied the jewellery. “It suits you.” She dryly noted.
“Thank you,” Elana hummed, then put on light makeup. It was still midday, which made her wonder if Moira had enough time to mess with the Prince’s head. “Will you come, too?”
“I would rather not.” Catarina finished dressing and then slowly stood up. “I am… Rather tired.”
“You say that, but you are just disappointed I washed myself.” Elana did the finishing touches, then got up as well. “But I assure you, when I and Moira get together, it gets very steamy. You already witnessed that.”
The bit of information stopped Catarina in her tracks. “I thought you were going to visit the Prince.” She hesitantly patted her own body, checking its condition.
“I am.” Elana headed for the doors, feeling quite good about herself. This had been quite the day. She had made out with Moira, deepening their bond. They both had killed someone, which had been fun. Then Elana had some fun with Catarina, who now had earned her place in Elana’s heart.
“Then I will have to pass.” The smaller girl shook her head, swaying her entrancing purple hair along. “My body is sore. I…” She stopped at the entrance and looked into Elana’s eyes. “It was amazing. Thank you.” She slightly bowed, then limply marched away.
“Huh, as amusing as ever.” Elana watched the perky ass leave. It was time for her to move as well.
The sun was once more shining brightly. The wind ruffled Elana’s hair as she activated her anti-heat protection. Now that Catarina was gone, she had no reason not to.
It was a nice walk. Elana enjoyed the weather, sometimes sending a pack of chattering students scampering with her passing presence.
From the scattered groups, Elana quickly learned the Prince’s whereabouts. He had been confined in his local residence, with no visitors allowed - a restriction she planned on ignoring.
It was quite freeing to be alone for once. Elana missed Moira, but thinking about her was also pleasant. She frowned.
The realisation she was acting like a love-struck fool made Elana gag. She sent a chilling look at a pair of boys, sending them running. It made her feel a little better, but not by much.
At least Elana didn’t have to wallow in her sappiness for long. A distraction soon presented herself on Elana’s path. “Mary! Just the girl I wanted to see!” She greeted her dear sister.
The irritated expression vanished from Mary’s place, replaced by a cheerful, lovestruck glee. “Elana!” She returned the greeting and practically ran to meet Elana sooner. “I missed you! Your brute is always chasing me away!” She aired her grievances. “I really wanted to…” Her hand shyly brushed against Elana’s. “Continue where we left…” She whispered the last part.
“Did you, now?” Elana wrapped her hand around Mary’s waist, making her sister release a small, happy squeal. “I think we can arrange that.”
Mary was truly cute when she was happy. While Elana knew her sister had many faults, the genuine excitement was charming. She felt Mary’s arm sneak around her waist as well.
Elana glanced at her sister’s shy face. Mary was blushing, with bliss written all over her face. “How about tomorrow or the day after?” She had her own matter to attend to, but getting Mary into a good mood was the smart thing to do.
Besides, Elana also wanted to play around with Mary’s sensual body. Incestuous sex had a nice ring, too. They had already taken the first steps towards it. There was no need to stop now.
While thinking about her soon-to-be naked sister, Elana let her hand slide a bit lower. She cupped the soft cheek and gave it a light squeeze.
The touch made Mary jump, then lovingly gaze at Elana. “You know, I…” She nuzzled against her sister’s arm. “I lo-... I mean, I like this closeness.” She awkwardly coughed.
Elana squeezed again before letting Mary’s ass go. It wasn’t worth the trouble to show more affection with so many people around. “When are you free?”
“Anytime!” Mary’s answer was immediate. “I won’t leave my room, waiting for you!”
The blind zeal in Mary’s voice took Elana aback. “There is no need. I’ll send a message with the exact time.” She rearranged her plans, wondering if she should take Moira to introduce her to Mary ‘properly’. Or maybe Catarina? Maybe Mary would want to bully Cinthia? There was someone else too, but she forgot who.
They spent a moment longer, talking about nothing in particular, before reaching the male dorms. Elana slipped out of Mary’s hands, marching forward. Her sister lagged behind, not daring to face the grim-faced guards standing at the ready. It appeared Mary had a history with them.
Elana stood before the man she recalled sometimes walking with the Prince. “I want to see my fiance. Lead the way.” She ordered, then began walking, ignoring the distressed glances she received from the guards.
It was time to see just how much Moira had messed with the Prince’s head. If he could be used as a broken pawn, things would go much smoother.
