When Ishaza catches Alethia staring her that mortification earlier starts to bubble back up, but then Ishaza smiles at her, just a little bit, and she doesn't really feel guilty anymore. Very embarrassed, but not guilty.

She, uh, also goes back to staring until Crin's question knocks her out of it.

"The maps in the atlas mostly look the way I was expecting them too, which is good. My knowledge of the broad shape of things looks accurate, even if the present features some things I didn't expect."

"I'm glad everything's shaped the way you like it." 

Crin stretches. "I think I left another history on my desk upstairs," she says. "Give me a few minutes to retrieve it."

And off she goes up the stairs again. 

Her eyes follow Crin's ass as she leaves. It's a shame Alethia can't see up her skirt again as she goes. If only the history was up a high ladder instead.

"I think she noticed," Ishaza stage-whispers.

She smiles and shakes her head. "It's pretty clear to me that you're having a difficult time trying to concentrate on the books, and I think Crin is pointedly not noticing at this point. I suspect she won't be back for... rather longer than it would take to find a single book. If I know her, she's quietly directing me to, mmmmm... Take care of the problem."

She ducks her head. "And honestly, I'm the one who got you into this whole mess by asking you to feed, so I don't think Crin is wrong to want me to take responsibility."

Oh no.

"I. Um."

Her cock twitches when Ishaza mentions taking care of the problem. It is only with a great exercise of will that her eyes don't fall back down to Ishaza's chest as she finds herself at a loss for words.

The idea of Ishaza getting her off is absurdly appealing. She wants it.

Her will fails.

While staring at Ishaza's chest, she stammers out, "I'msorry. Um. I. Am. Um. I would like that."

Ishaza moves from her chair to the stone floor next to Alethia's chair in one easy motion. 

"I was hoping you'd say that," she murmurs. "To tell the truth, I've been hoping to have a chance with you ever since I first saw you in Liecheberg." 

She traces her hands up Alethia's legs, and then gently across her sex beneath her peacoat. She raises an eyebrow. 

"Now that I wasn't expecting. But then, you're full of surprises." 

She slips her fingers up and starts unbuttoning Alethia's peacoat.

Alethia stares down at Ishaza's chest and unbuttons the top buttons while Ishaza is working on the bottom ones. And then unzips it too. And tosses it behind her. Beneath she's wearing a rather plain-looking burgundy long sleeved shirt above the jeans that have been visible this entire time.

Her cock visibly pulses behind her jeans.

She wants it.

Ishaza unbuttons Alethia's jeans as well, and presses her face up against the stiff package beneath in her boxers, taking a long, hot breath against it. Then she pulls down Alethia's boxers as well, and gently kisses the tip of her cock. 

Her hand comes in and starts stroking, working skillfully along the shaft and tip and focusing in on the sensitive underside of Alethia's cockhead. She kisses it a few times more, her breath washing across it heavily as her hand strokes and caresses.

Fuck, she wanted it and now she's getting it.

She's never been hornier in her life. The sensations coming from her cock are somehow louder in her head than she's used to, and that delicious warmth burns through her, filling up her body and throbbing in her cock.

She loves being a vampire.

She can halfway recognize, in the back of her head, that she'll feel a bit more complicated about things later, after she's orgasmed her arousal out of her system and the fact that she was so obviously horny that Ishaza had to take care of it can sink in. But right now that's far away and hazy and feels silly. It's much more important that all of that led to Ishaza kissing her cock between strokes while Alethia stares at her tits. That's the bit that matters.

Ishaza flutters her tongue against Alethia's cocktip as her stroking hand picks up speed, stroking smoothly and firmly in long, heavy pumps. It's clear she has a lot of practice at this.

Alethia's cock twitches and throbs as Ishaza works, as she feels her fingers around her shaft and her slick, hot tongue against her cockhead.

That sense of awareness of how she'll feel about this in the future fades as the pleasure pours into her, as it grows louder and louder in her mind. As her libido, as her throbbing cock, takes more and more of a front seat in her mind, muscling everything else out of the way, blasting her with enough delicious arousal and lust that the rest of her just melts away.

Ishaza takes Alethia's cockhead into her mouth and starts to suckle, with that same familiar brush-back of her hair she's seen before but never quite in context. 

She rolls her tongue against the underside of Alethia's cock, hums gently, and suckles firmly.

Oh fuck it's so good it's so good.

She's so turned on she's so horny and her cock is in the driver's seat of her soul and it wants to spurt.

Resisting that desire would need her to think with something that isn't her cock and right now that's kind of not an option.

She wants to cum.

Her head falls back and she moans as her cock twitches and throbs, unmistakably heralding the start of her orgasm.

Ishaza keeps suckling diligently as that heat in Alethia's core surges and focuses into a bolt of sweet electricity linking her groin to her head. 

As Alethia spends herself into Ishaza's mouth, Ishaza swallows every drop of her heavy load eagerly, her hand still working Alethia's shaft. Ishaza's eyes are closed in concentration and her whole body is tense and stiff.

Yeeeeessssss.

The orgasm goes on and on, spurt after delectable spurt pulsing out of her, pleasure rippling through her.

And then it starts to fade, ending on a last little gush and it feels so good and she doesn't want it to stop.

But it does. And the intense, overwhelming need for more pleasure fades with it.

She still wishes it had gone on longer, though.

Ishaza pulls off slowly and swallows one more time.

She looks up at Alethia and smiles. "A little better?" 

"That. Is. Quite the understatement. I am once more capable of actual thought, which I appreciate. I expect the embarrassment of necessitating that to set in shortly, but right this instant I am yet free of it and simply basking on how absurdly good at that you are."

"You learn some things, as a priestess of Rhya." Ishaza smiles and gets up from where she's been kneeling on the stone floor. She stretches her legs a little. "A little hard on the legs, but you learn to make sacrifices in the service of a goddess." She winks.

She giggles. And, um, puts herself away. She doesn't want Crin to come back downstairs and be surprised by Sudden Penis.

Ishaza returns to her chair and takes another sip of her tea. A lingering blush remains on her cheeks, and a wide smile.

And not long afterwards, Crin descends the stairs with a heavy leather-bound book in her hands. 

She's got a distinct smirk on her face.

"Took me a little while to find this," she says, "But I think it was worth it." She walks over and lays the heavy book on the table, then looks back and forth between Ishaza and Alethia. She says nothing.

Alethia blushes and giggles. She can't quite help herself.

Then she gets a bit of control over herself and says, "Thank you for grabbing it for me. Shall we, um, get back to reading?"

"Yes, please, be my guest."

Crin takes a seat at the table and gently drums her fingers along the cover of the book in her lap.

Alethia blushes once more but returns to her history and her atlas! To read them less distractedly this time, and take in more information! And also distract herself from the wave of embarrassment which is now, as predicted, flooding into her.