[Runesmith]

Zaheera was staring down at Madam Li's feet, simultaneously excited, afraid, and embarrassed at what she had blurted out.

The memories of that massage and Madam Li's perfect feminine body, the sexual deprivation Zaheera had been experiencing ever since she had arrived here (which was not something that had would have bothered her before she had been brought to the cabin in the woods), seeing Madam Li not in her usual strict makeup and business clothing but as a normal young woman with startlingly disarming natural beauty covered in just sheer nightwear... all that had conspired to make her a fool of herself. Not to mention seeing the young Chinese woman's vibrator - with the thought of what it would taste like if she were to lick it running through her mind.

Even though the woman had evidently been receptive to that "massage session" a few weeks ago, it didn't mean that she was open to that sort of pleasure all the time. It may have been a one-off thing. Although Cumrag had assured her that deep down all women were born to enjoy sexual pleasure with other women, most women she had known in her previous life hadn't seemed that way. Even Zaheera had not discovered that side of herself until she had met Cumrag. She realized that the fear she was feeling was not fear of punishment... rather, it was the fear of rejection.

With a sound like a softly whispered sigh, the flimsy silk robe fell to the Chinese woman's dainty feet. Her heart beating, Zaheera's gaze traveled slowly upwards - from the woman's sleek calves, to her slim thighs, to that small, neatly trimmed thatch of straight jet-black pubic hair, along her firm belly, to those small but perfect milky white breasts with their light brown areolae the size of Euro coins... and that's when she noticed that those breasts were bobbing up and down with rapid, nervous breathing. The young woman's face betrayed her nervousness uncertainty, her usual stern, authoritarian composure having vanished like a dew drop in the morning sun.

It took Zaheera completely by surprise to see this normally confident young woman in such a vulnerable state. She clambered to her feet, towering over the petite Chinese woman by a head. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the snaps of the Batik blouse, exposing her own breasts, with the nipples already hardening in anticipation. Throwing the blouse to the ground, she hurriedly undid the cloth wrapped around her waist, until they were both standing, facing each other, naked, and unsure what to do next.

After a few awkward seconds, Zaheera reached out and took the woman's cold hands in hers and drew her close. Xue Feng closed her eyes as their lips met.