Reina hoped Jeni was in the lobby. It was a little spooky walking down the darkened hallway with the wind roaring outside. The sexscapades of earlier were still running through her mind. She was horny but unable to assuage herself easily or quickly. At least the cold air was helping to cool down her heated pussy.
Somewhere, a clock chimed midnight. It was later than she realized.
Peeking through the door into the foyer, Reina saw Jeni seated in front of the hearth, thoroughly absorbed in reading something. She tried to enter quietly to not startle her, a near impossibility given her size and hooves on the wooden floor.
"Jeni?"
Jeni marked where she'd been reading with a feather. "Good evening, sweet Reina."
"Are you alright?"
"This one is fine. She has been perusing this journal at empathetic Reina's behest."
"I didn't think you'd be gone for so long."
"This one does not mind. She is used to spending long hours in research and often loses track of time." Jeni motioned to the book on her lap.
It was of slightly higher quality compared to others she'd seen during her shopping trips in Iceford. Stitched into its leather-bound cover was the title: Echoes of the Ancients: Chronicle I -- Demi-Human Origins.
"This one has been enjoying herself perusing through a published copy of the diary relating to the legendary Squirme Mrs. Sven has loaned her.
"The first half of this volume delves into the findings of the author and his colleague, relating to the origin of demi-humans, their research, theories, and speculation. I am only now beginning the section related to Squirme.
"She was found in a porcelain vessel in the ruins of the original settlement of humans and demi-humans founded when they first arrived on these shores. The author goes on to say no other definitive information regarding her past was found, though he has written a lot about her behavior and personality, learning capacity, etc."
"How long ago was that?"
"Perhaps a few centuries."
"Were you able to find any clues as to why Azalea acted the way she did?"
"Not directly, but if this one could make an inference, it may have something to do with the author. This one suspects, by the anecdotes about size, their high libido, and general obstacles in regards to his physiology, that they are fae. This one thinks they may possibly be a pixie."
"So you believe they are related to Azalea in some way?"
"Since this one could only do a cursory skimming of the information, further analysis is needed. This one will look into purchasing the book when she returns to Iceford."
"Thank you. I didn't mean for you to miss dinner over it. Here, it's cold, but I brought some leftovers we saved for you."
Jeni put the book down and regarded the two kabobs Reina proffered. She grabbed the handles with her talons and held them in front of the fire. "Cold food is not a concern given this one's current location."
Reina smiled. "Clever."
"This one thanks loving Reina for thinking about her physical needs."
"Of course! You're family."
Jeni motioned Reina to come closer.
Thinking that maybe the little owl wanted a hug, Reina leaned down and was instead given a kiss causing Reina's horniness, which had died down a little, to resurge.
Feeling Reina tense up, the owl girl noted, "This one is still unused to the mutual application of pressing lips with another. Did she not do it correctly?"
"No, no, you did. Sorry, I was just surprised."
She locked eyes with Jeni. She was similar to Azalea in her inquisitiveness but exceedingly more innocent than their wanton fairy -- at least somewhat more innocent, remembering their first meeting. Her gaze trailed down to Jeni's lips. They were delicate, defined, and slightly parted.
Thinking up an excuse, "Jeni... I think maybe you could still use a little practice. Would... would you like to do it again?"
"This one would."
Reina stooped down. Slightly more awkward than the first time, their lips met. This kiss lasted longer and was exceedingly more intimate. Reina chided herself that she shouldn't be doing this; it wasn't doing anything to alleviate her pussy's neediness -- quite the opposite. On a more practical note, they should be in bed, especially since everyone arose rather early as was their habit.
Reina enjoyed kissing, though. It affirmed and reinforced the emotional bond she yearned for with those she cared about. In the past, she often shared many a sisterly kiss with the other females of her family's herd.
The dynamic of one male to many females felt familiar and natural to her, but her current familial situation had one significant difference. The relationship between herself and Azalea was equal to that of Devin and herself. In a romantic sense, Azalea was also her herdmate.
That first kiss with Azalea drove that concept home. Azalea had deemed it the natural course of action and accepted it readily as if it were a given that this is what their relationship would be. She'd even shared a kiss with Mavis, though that one was born out of lustful dominance and her feeling that some reciprocation was needed for all of her teasing of her Herdmate.
But this was a new concept to her, and she didn't know how to feel about it. Yet, now Jeni was behaving the same way. Or was she? Perhaps Jeni truly believed this was only kissing practice. The protracted length and earnestness, though, seemed to indicate otherwise. It could also be Jeni's eagerness to reach her believed expectations.
Reina pulled her closer.
Regardless of Jeni's reason, it might be safe to admit to herself that she could accept this way of structuring their family. And if this was the first kiss down that road with this little owl, she wanted to savor this memory as a special moment between them.
Jeni was the first to break the kiss. "This one should stop for now. She is worried about her egg hole wetting the chair."
Reina's heart skipped a beat. It was only natural that she, too, would get turned on with what they were doing. Her flushed, expressionless face, her quickened breath, and hearing her say that fueled Reina's fire at being able to turn little bird woman on. Still, she couldn't bring herself to ask for more.
"Are you? I mean, yes, that would be embarrassing to explain later."
"This one would not mind continuing at a later date."
"For more practice, you mean?"
