Nysoph! in "For the Love of a Good Woman"
Recovered "Review" from Marian Shed
(This entire thing was seriously pinned to a public job board in the Hostelry)

My name is Marian Shed. At the time of this writing I am 24 years of age, and have only been adventuring for ten moons following the disownment from my father. I decided to take up pen and paper to inscribe the event that occurred just four suns past. I am not a professional writer, but I remember in my youth, my mother telling me I had a natural talent for it. I hope that this review might help others find the help they need as Rauhd helped me.

First, allow me to present my own state of mind at the time, just four suns ago.

I am most assuredly an average Hyur Midlander woman. I never thought of myself as particularly beautiful, or exceptional in any way.
I studied as a noblewoman under my father's tutelage but lacked a quality he looked for. I could not meet even the averages in my studies.
As a newfound adventurer, I had only been forced to accept that I would never make a fine warrior, and that I lacked any talent for magic.
I had been recently disowned by my father, not only for being a living reminder as a failure to him, but for my own love of the same sex and an inability to bear children.
To make matters worse, I had been rejected in romance by someone whom I trusted more than anyone and considered more than just a friend.
I had found myself in the deepest of depressions...

The story begins in this very Hostelry, the Shiokaze Hostelry. Like most nights, the bar had filled with the hustle and bustle of adventurers from all over. I, with no friends to call my own, had taken to drowning my sorrows on my own. I was at least ten drinks deep and must have been muttering my own troubles aloud when a strong Highlander man I did not know approached my table and took it upon himself to sit down. Bleary and confused, I lifted my head off the table and looked up at him. I lacked the confidence to even speak first before the man looked piteously at me.

"Ya know lady, you've been here bells now, drinking away and sharing your troubles with everyone in earshot of ya." he continued. "I don't think I ever pitied someone as much as I pity you lady, but helluvalot pity is gonna do ya, am I right? What you need to do is get off yer keister and do something bout it." He said as he leaned forward over the table, still looking at me with sympathy in his eyes.

"B-Bout what now?" I asked drunkenly, the words almost spilling out of me.

"Well..." he continued as he lowered his voice and scanned the room around us. "That lady trouble of yours..."

“F-Fuck ‘er” I whimpered in reply as I laid my head back down on the table, with the occasional hiccup causing my head to raise briefly from the table before crashing back down again.

The lady in question was Séphora. Séphora was a tall, lithe, and very beautiful Rava rogue of some small renown. She had become an intense infatuation of mine that spanned for as long as I knew her and well before I had been disowned. I had known her for almost a decade since she crashed daringly into my life at my father's estate in the dead of night, and left with more than just my father's possessions and gil, but also my heart. I had been witness then to both the men and women who came and went throughout her life as I grew older, and with each encounter causing a knife of the coldest ice to plunge deep in my bosom. I had become "the friend" she confided in, and without knowing how much pain it caused me, she had confessed to me about her love for each of these people before the eventual release when I would have to comfort her broken heart after they had left her. Each time was an agonizing struggle as my courage would continually fail me until finally, earlier this very sun, I had forced the words from my mouth.

"I- Would- Um... Maybe we can... go out sometime?" each word had left my mouth like vapor, barely perceptible. I had barely been able to utter it to her and then after the confusion had been cleared up, and she knew my intentions, she finally answered. "Little Snowdrop... I am... really very sorry... I do not think you are... what I seek...". She had attempted to soften that fatal blow with several platitudes and reminders of our friendship, but none of it served as a comfort for me. I ran from her and cried until I had no more tears to spill and found myself in this Hostelry, drinking spirits I had never even thought to try before.

"I overheard what you said bout that lady rejectin' you for not having what she wanted. That right miss?" The Highlander man asked, snapping me back to the present.

I murmured a vocal agreement that, likely, could have easily been misunderstood as anything before the man continued.

"Ye see, my lady and I use to have a similar problem before she saw someone to help us." The man looked around the bar somewhat nervously before lowering his voice.

"This problem was with me, see, and well I uh... have special... particular tastes in my partners see. Now from what I heard, and I hope I ain't misunderstanding, but this lady friend of yours might be of a similar mind." The man briefly leaned back in his chair and routed through his pockets before pulling out a card and sliding it across the table to me. The card was remarkably sparse and simply read, in large print at the top, OFFICE; below, in smaller print "Nysoph Ageskel, Alchemist" followed by an address in nearby Shirogane.

"The doc there is special. She ain't no regular alchemist, she's a miracle worker, making the impossible possible." The man finally relaxed and slid back into his seat once more. "Just tell her that 'Ruadh said she could help you with your lady problem.' and she'll get the meaning." Finally, the man winked and stood up from his seat stopping briefly to look back toward me once more "I hope she helps ya miss like she helped me and my missus. No one should be having such troubles they go and get as stinking as you did. You looked ike you might be throwing yerself into da oceans if someone hadn't come along to stap ya."

I watched the man walk away until he stopped beside a beautiful Roegadyn woman who he gently kissed in greeting, then they both proceeded to leave the Hostelry together.

I sat there for perhaps another hour or more. The man's presence had somehow kept the depression I had been sinking into at bay. Perhaps it was his compassion, his pity, or maybe it was just the company, but I felt his absence horribly, and again, that sinking feeling. I was just so... substandard... unacceptable... not just to Séphora but also to my father and the brief adventuring companions with whom I had trained and held back with my lacking quality. Was this all I would amount to now with Séphora gone? I was homeless, with no where to go and no one to rely upon. Would I end up like those poor refugees I had seen loitering in the back streets of Ul'dah?

As I stood up from my seat on unsteady feet not even knowing where it was I would be going or where I would be sleeping, I grabbed desperately at the table to catch myself from falling and caught sight of the card once more, and in my drunken haze I tried to make sense out of what I had been told.

Could this "Nysoph Ageskel" really help me? I didn't even know what I was missing, or what Séphora was looking for.

I fingered the card and slowly slid it toward me before finally pocketing it and tried to remember the man's instructions. "Ruadh... right?".

I had to hope. I had to stop whimpering and accepting failure before I had even tried.

This time, I was going to charge in like a bull and damn the consequences.

It may have been drunken courage, but I couldn't let this feeling go. Not even knowing the time of night it was, I staggered forward, toward Shirogane.

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By some miracle, I had managed to find it. It wasn't a very large building but it was nestled comfortably into a corner of a district I couldn't even remember how I had found.

The lights were on but once again I found myself frozen before a confrontation. I checked the address of the home against the one printed on the card I held obsessively, desperately hoping for some excuse to forget all this and walk away. What fear had hold of me? I felt so much confusion as both my fear and courage screamed at me to do something when suddenly, from behind me, a voice called out softly from the street.

"They're open, if you were looking for an Alchemist."

The voice was soft, steady, and like silk on my ears. I turned to face them as my fear won out and screamed at me to leave this place as quickly as I could. She was remarkable, and before a second thought could ever hope to enter my mind, her beauty stopped all understanding that remained in me. All my fear and anxiety vanished in that instant.

She stepped out of the darkness and was revealed to be an Elezen with a very warm glow to her ivory colored skin. She had long black hair that had been cut with precise straight ends. As my eyes flowed over her smooth shapely body I had to remind myself to breathe. Her form was more curvaceous than Séphora's and her clothing showed it off magnificently, tightly conforming to the curves around her hips and her breasts. Visions of Séphora invaded my head as I looked toward this Elezen beauty. They were so different, yet similar. They both held themselves up high, with such powerful confidence and conviction. Looking at this beauty through my stupor, I couldn't even be sure for that moment, if it wasn't Séphora herself that had come to whisk me away into the night. Yet, as the beautiful Elezen woman stepped past me toward the Alchemist's office, a fragrance hit me that was all at once overpowering and alluring, startling me from my fantasies. Before the bouquet of her scent disappeared into only the most barely perceptible and pleasant aroma she stopped and looked back toward me.

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"If what you're seeking is here. Surely it can be found inside?" she said with a gentle, welcoming, smile, ushering me toward the office ahead.

I had expected her to continue walking without me, yet she didn't, she studiously looked at me with those bright blue eyes shining through her square framed spectacles.

I knew if I wanted to run, now would be my chance but... this woman had somehow enraptured me with her sudden appearance. Was it the alcohol? Was I just imagining this? Stumbling desperately for something to say, my gaze fell on a heavy looking bag I had only just noticed that the Elezen woman was carrying in the crook of her arm. I began to internally curse at myself for allowing such a beauty to carry that burden while she waited for me and moved to catch up with her as quickly as I could in my drunken state.

"S-Shorry, I wis jus -I uh, I didn meanta keep youu waitin'." I spit out all at once.

"You have nothing to apologize for." The woman responded as we reached the door. She pushed the door open first with her free arm and stepped aside, allowing me access. "I'm such a useless lump, why wasn't I opening the door for her? I'm such a loser!" I continued to internally berate myself as I lowered my head and stepped past her into the entry way of the Alchemist's Office. Was this an office? I wondered as I took in my surroundings. I felt as though I had stepped into someone's home. The room was comfortable, and clearly lived in. It was well decorated in shades of dark woods and deep reds with a comfortable sofa opposite of the entryway. My eyes stopped there as I took in the shape of another woman, she was quite clearly a Roegadyn as she stood, looking toward me and unfolding to her full height. She was of a much darker complexion than the Elezen woman I had just met outside and with a red shade of hair that almost matched her skin. On her face was a highly contrasting green marking that surrounded her eyes mysteriously. She deftly pulled a notebook from her waist that was tied to a string, and with a flourish brought pen to paper as she looked toward me with a slight smile on her straight face before asking "Yes? How may I help you? Do you have an appointment?"

The woman's enormous body was so overwhelming in its aptly applied volume that I had to forcefully pull my gaze away from her ample cleavage. While under the impression I was meeting Nysoph at first, this greeter's garb made me rethink myself. It was a maid or servant's uniform colored a navy blue, a fine contrast to her skin complexion and seemed to make her abundant mounds stand out all the more in an already tight costume.

I began to speak, but tried to quickly catch myself from making a mistake. "No, dis womaun was 'ere ahead of-" I spoke as I turned before realizing that no one was there and the door had closed behind me. Where had she gone? The long dark haired Elezen beauty who had opened the door for me. There I was, trying to be noble, and that vision of a woman had simply disappeared into the night.

As the confusion gave me pause, I turned back to face the Roegadyn maid. Wearing the same professionally welcoming smile, there was an emphasis of curiosity told through the raising of an eyebrow. "Pardon me, but miss...?" She started. The way she approached me made me nervous for more than one reason, and she absolutely towered over me. My head could barely come up to this woman's navel. I had seen Roegadyn women on several occasions but none so tall or so well endowed as this one. The plush valley of her enormous breasts could act as an oasis for a pair of Dunesfolk Lalafell with the shade they provided. Even I wanted to curl up and fall asleep protected by them. I had to quickly shake the image from my head to come out of my drunk stupor when I realized the Roegadyn woman had continued speaking.

"Miss? Are you intoxicated?" her expression had become more concerned than curious. "N-Noo... nat enymorre... dat wuss b-belllss ago at lesst." I drunkenly stumbled and desperately covered my mouth hoping to hide my pathetic state from the statuesque beauty before me. The sound of a sudden ZIP caught my ear as the woman's notepad instantaneously closed and returned to her side, her pen now suddenly gone. With a smile tinged with pity that didn't fail to escape my notice, the woman turned and walked toward a cabinet in the corner of the room. As she opened it, she continued "I'll have to ask you to drink this before we can schedule you for any appointments." before setting down a small glass on the central table and pouring a clear concoction into it then picking it up and walking it over to me.

"This will clear your head, please, drink." she said, holding the drink out to me.

I felt some reluctance but as I looked up at her and saw the concern in this woman's eyes, I looked back down to the drink, grabbed it, and downed it quickly in one swig. I do not know if I had been acting out in some drunken stupor in the hopes of impressing this giantess, but the drink hit me almost as fast as I had swung my head back. I stumbled backward, not from drunkenness, but from the sheer impact this drink had delivered its clarity upon my hazy mind. All in mere seconds I felt the dull murk of my drunkenness sweep away to be replaced by a hangover-induced headache that just as quickly rescinded. I felt my mind snap and flash as a light sharpness and prickling sensation overcame me. The feeling left me as quickly as it had come, and I shook my head in wonderment as I gazed up at her with widened eyes. With a soothing smile, she made her way back to the sofa and produced her notepad and pen once again.

"My name is Whispering Turtle, I am Ms. Ageskel's secretary. If you're wishing to make an appointment to see her, I can help you with scheduling that now if you like." she said with a warm introduction and smile.

I gingerly stepped forward, still uncertain as to my own condition. The drunkenness had just vanished, as if by magic. I had never known any alchemists aside from my father in my lifetime, and until now, had not considered what possibilities alchemy might achieve. It was not a skill he had ever attempted to pass onto me. Regardless, I was still uncertain as to how this Nysoph woman helped Ruadh and his lover, but he had sent me here thinking alchemy might help. I spoke up quickly, as the memory of Ruadh reminded me of my purpose here.

"Ah, well see, this man I met told me to come here, his name was Ruadh and he told me that Nysoph could help me with my... problem..." I hesitated in finishing the statement, not knowing quite how to describe my problem in the first place. I couldn't even claim that Séphora was my lover; in fact, she had outright rejected me. How could any alchemy possibly help, I wondered. It couldn't be something so dubious as a love potion, surely?

"A referral from a previous client?" She questioned. "I understand, but unless I know more about the urgency of your request, I can't schedule you for an appointment. Ms. Ageskel has a very busy schedule this moon and..." Whispering Turtle continued, but with the clarity I had been given again, and the mere thought of Séphora and her rejection of me once more crossing my mind, I felt hot tears start to bubble up again. Ashamedly, I turned from her and covered my face desperately with my hands to wipe away the tears, but they did not stop coming, and soon, I found myself openly sobbing. Feelings of inadequacy rushed through me again accompanied with more self-loathing than I could possibly handle when suddenly, I felt a warmer presence than I had ever known wrap itself around me and hold onto me with gentle yet strong arms, giving me a sudden feeling of security. I continued sobbing even as I realized that Whispering Turtle had come to me, knelt down, and embraced me into her bosom. My self-loathing remained, but the comfort of this gentle giantess was the most comforting thing I had ever felt in a very, very, long time.

I do not know how long I gripped tightly onto her and sobbed, but her own grip, her warmth, and her presence never lessened. As my sobs finally started to abate, I heard the opening of a door and felt Whispering Turtle shift slightly, before speaking "Ms. Ageskel, I believe this may be of some urgency. Are you able to take a Walk-In client tonight?" As she spoke I felt her large hand comb gently through my hair. Simultaneously I felt racked with embarrassment but also unable to want the warmth of her to leave me. In that moment, I would have chosen a lifetime of being embraced by Whispering Turtles arms and drowning in her sympathy regardless of any embarrassment it came with, until I heard her voice again, the Elezen woman.

"Well, it is very late but I think I can take care of our Walk-In." the voice swam through the air like an ephemeral wave. I turned my face tightly in Whispering Turtles arms until I saw the Elezen woman looking at me with the same smile that captured me outside. She wasn't looking at me like I was some lost stray, or even someone deserving of pity, it was simply gentle, kind, and earnest.

"Please, follow me downstairs, I can take your information there." she said, gesturing toward the door she had just arrived from.

I felt Whispering Turtles arms relax and release me from her tender grasp before standing and gently pressing a hand against my back to encourage me forward. I couldn't help but feel a little sad at the loss of her company. The comfort she had provided is something I will likely remember for the remainder of my life. I had never felt that kind of compassion before in all the 24 years of my life. Aside from the brief and friendly hugs from Séphora, I could not recall a moment in my life before now where I had been held and comforted. As a child, my sobbing had only been met with lectures or harsh punishment. None of it had made me tougher, as my father had claimed it would, it had only ever caused me to become more insecure and uncertain of my actions. None the less, I pressed onward with her gentle encouragement.

That scent once again invaded my senses as I stepped slowly away from Whispering Turtle. It didn't attack me all at once as it had outside, but I felt it take hold of me. Like the women around me, it was a gentle force, not controlling or demanding, but simply inspiring. For the first time that night, I felt a true courage in me start to shake itself loose from the chains of my subconscious. This wasn't from some kind of intoxication as it had been before, but a more positive force of determination. I lifted my chin up finally to face the beautiful Elezen woman, Nysoph Ageskel, and with a short, smooth curtsy, I greeted her before moving past her and onto the stairs leading downward.

As I reached the bottom, I gently wiped away the remaining tears on my face in a quick attempt to look a little more presentable. I thought to myself on how absolutely awful I must look at that moment before realizing that there were no mirrors here. Was that intentional, I wondered. Did people cry here often? Perhaps she did it out of concern for the people she cared for? Perhaps this was some kind of Alchemical Therapy she had developed? I never really thought of it before, but mirrors only really felt necessary in places like a clothier's or armorer's shop and perhaps your own personal dressing room. The majority of my life had been spent on my father's estate where almost every hall and every room had been adorned with mirrors. Had the mirrors been a declaration of his own vanity?

Nysoph's downstairs was decorated similarly as the upstairs but rather than dark wood flooring it was covered in masterfully etched white stone tiles. It was a very strange combination of furniture, both utilitarian with professional working desks and alchemical-looking workstations as well as a furnace but also a comfortable wingback chair facing a lavishly adorned bed with canopy. Almost an entire wall had been converted into a bookshelf holding more books than I could ever hope to read in my lifetime. As I took in my surroundings, Nysoph's hand lightly fell on shoulder. I turned to look up at her generous smile and she waved toward the bed beyond her desk and workstations.

"Please, sit, and then we will begin." she instructed smoothly. 
"O-on the bed?" I asked. 
"The bed or, if you prefer, there are chairs as well. It is more important for you to feel comfortable and relaxed if I am to help you."

I hesitated for only a moment before my newfound courage urged me forward. I sat on the edge of the bed, then, breathing in deeply, I unlaced my boots before swinging my feet onto the bed and laying flat with my hands held in front of my belly. The bed was a masterpiece unrivaled even by the high end furniture that adorned my father's estate. As the mattress pressed against my back firmly, yet softly I felt so comfortable that I might fall asleep at any moment.

A soft laughter emanated from Nysoph as she stepped closer to the edge of the bed with a tea cup in hand.

"My dear, it's also important that you remain awake for my treatment." she spoke with a slightly teasing tone, her full smile dressing her beautiful face. I could not help but be drawn into her beauty again. Happiness suited her face so well. I remembered thinking the same thing of Séphora and a small pang in my gut forced me up into a sitting position abruptly.

"Not so quickly now... slowly." She said as she stooped down and presented me with the teacup. The soothing, nurturing quality of her voice made me feel a bit sheepish. I still wonder if that's how it feels to grow up in a loving home. "Drink this please, then we shall begin." she continued, handing the tea off to me before turning and taking her seat in the large wingback chair.

I looked down into the steamy tea she had presented to me and found it, at first, to be a normal green leaf tea. Perhaps it was just to help with the relaxation, I thought, before a slight ripple in the tea caused a purple cloud to swirl about in its depths before disappearing. I wondered, only briefly, if this was really a good idea before setting my fears aside. I was committed. Without any further thought, I drank the tea. At first, I drank only cautiously, before realizing it was already the perfect temperature. The tea was truly unique in both its taste and aroma. The smell of rose petals was definitely present, but it was also accompanied by a powerful and alluring presence I couldn't attribute to anything except perhaps an alchemical combination. The taste was rich, sweet, and smooth, with the very gentle bite of the citrus of a lemon accompanied by the sweetness of the raspberry and the thick, luscious, and comforting fluidity of melted honey. The flavor was enough to keep me going until the cup was empty.

"Very good, you'll start to feel some side effects almost immediately." she warned before continuing "Your body will start to feel warm, but not uncomfortably so. The tea is designed to help you be more honest with me and others, it is a short-term effect and will pass in several hours." she finished as she turned to a side table beside the wingback chair and began to inscribe on a piece of paper briefly before looking back up at me again.

As she had said, I felt the warmth spread through me. Not only did it not make me uncomfortable, it felt absolutely incredible. I felt light, like air, as though all the burdens from life had suddenly been dropped from my shoulders.

"You said this would make me more honest? Like a truth-telling spell?" I asked curiously, not even sure if such a thing exists.

She responded with a short chuckle before speaking "No, not at all. It does not force you to speak the truth or do anything you wouldn't normally do. It will allow you to relax more easily and feel your desires more strongly, making it easier for you to voice them, thus making it easier for me to help you."

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth given to me by the tea flow throughout my body as I listened to Nysoph. This warmth was an almost physical embodiment of desire present inside of me. It felt nurturing and protective but also full of love, lust, joy, and kinship; it was all the things I wanted more of in my life. The sound of Nysoph's melodic voice made my heart dance with every sound even more strongly now than it had before. Was this love? These were the same feelings I had for Séphora when I first saw her in the window of my bedroom when I was only 15 years of age. The sound of rain had pelted hard against the broken glass and hardwood floor of my bedroom as her tall lithe form slinked gracefully through the broken shards of the window before confidently coming toward me. I shook my head from the reverie of my past before facing Nysoph again.

Realizing she had my attention once more, Nysoph smiled brightly and brought pen to paper.

"Let's begin simply... What is your name?" she asked.

I answered her questions honestly. None of her questions yet had been deeply personal or given me any reason to withhold the truth from her. They ranged from as basic as my age, place of birth, to slightly more personal questions like my relationship with my father. The whole time I felt as though I was merely a warm, happy spirit visiting briefly in this welcoming, comfortable room. Then finally, she asked a question I didn't know quite how to answer, and I felt myself pull back into my body.

"Why are you here?" she asked. I opened my eyes to find her looking at me curiously with a serious expression on her face. How many questions had she asked? Was this the first one? Had I lost track of time? I wondered, before opening my mouth to reply.

I felt some hesitation grip me before I could answer until Nysoph leaned forward in her chair and returned my stare with her deep blue eyes.

The warmth surged back through me, as though it was deeply embracing me but had come accompanied with warm, wet, tears as I bent forward, holding myself and spoke. "I-I'm here because Séphora rejected me. My f-father rejected me. I've failed at everything I've ever tried. I'm homeless. I d-don't know wh-what I'm going to do. I need... I..." I broke down, softly this time into sobs on Nysoph's bed as she listened.

She stood slowly and I felt her briefly comfort me with a soft pat on my head as she moved to a corner of the room and began to work at her workstation. I curled into a ball on her bed and continued my weeping. The sound of her working was somehow a comfort to me, and the warmth in my body felt like a healing presence the entire time. The tears I shed didn't burden me with feelings of self-loathing as they had before. Then I felt the weight of Nysoph's body sit on the bed beside me. As I lifted my tear stained face to look at her, she smiled brightly and swirled a glass beaker in her off-hand as she reached out with her other and ran her fingers through my hair.

"You've always perceived yourself as a failure Marian, but how hard have you really tried to reach for success?" She said with a look of sadness overtaking her eyes. Her question gave me pause, but the flow of tears continued on.

"You've been held back by your own doubt, self-hatred, and lack of determination to grasp for the things you really want." Nysoph continued to deliver her summary of me, as she placed the beaker on a bedside table and moved closer to me, firmly taking hold of my face and looking me straight in the eyes.

"We all are weighed down by elements, indivisible by nature, and the only solution is to accept them as poisons and move on. Your father is a poison Marian, but Séphora, she has not rejected you."

Tears continued to stream down my face as I looked into the dazzling eyes of this beautiful woman and listened to her words.

"Let your desires out Marian... Do you want Séphora?"

"I need her! I love her s-so much! I-I can't live without her! She's everything!" I felt those words pour out from me, from a wound Séphora had unknowingly left in my heart. I knew their deep truth even as I cried them out so suddenly. Without Séphora, my life would lose all meaning. I burst into great sobs of pain and sorrow but without shame or remorse.

A smirk crept across Nysoph's face as she continued to hold onto mine tightly.

"Then... you'll need help. You'll need more strength to win her over. More courage, and more dedication." she finished as she wiped away a tear with her thumb before letting go of me.

The tears had stopped as I watched Nysoph stand and slowly begin to disrobe. Perhaps my brain was not properly registering what was going on at the time, or maybe I was just too awestruck in front of this vision of a woman, with a body worth fighting for. I watched in awe before she spoke again.

"Do you know the best way to administer alchemical solutions for these kind of problems Marian?" she asked without looking back toward me and continued before I could reply "Through love. Lovemaking to be more precise... and in your case... I think this will be especially empowering."

With a small peak over her shoulder, she looked toward my struck face, and with a small wink dropped her remaining clothes to the floor. My eyes glued to her body and were beyond my control as the warmth that had been present this entire time surged into a burning hot fervor. Suddenly, Nysoph reached for the beaker on the bedside table and began to pour the concoction from the beaker down onto the floor in front of her... or at least, that's what I thought initially. 

As Nysoph turned to face me, the heat overpowered me as I found myself facing the very large, throbbing hard cock of Nysoph. I took it in with my eyes, too shocked to do anything else as the steamy remains of the concoction turned to vapor from the heat of her engorged penis.

I felt that desire bloom again and again inside of me, and it matched the heat I felt off Nysoph.

"Nysoph! I- I-" my words turned to labored breaths as I tried to speak "I want... I need you to make love to me!" I continued, panting desperately. Truth tea or no, I could not resist her the moment she bore that impressive thing my way.

"That's good..." she whispered softly as she crawled onto the bed and pressed me onto the sheets underneath her before she straddled me loosely around the waist and began to disrobe me. I responded quickly and started to throw my clothes aside, huffing heavily, until finally, I laid completely naked underneath the most beautiful Elezen woman I had ever seen in my life.

Nysoph leaned in close to me and pressed her lips against mine and I eagerly pressed against her until I felt her probing tongue push through my lips and eagerly start to explore the wet interior of my mouth. I returned the gesture, only just realizing that I had never shared this with anyone in my entire life. I was a virgin in every way imaginable in the school of love. I had never been in a relationship, never kissed, never been naked with, and never made love with another person. Now it was happening all at once, and my burning hot desire screamed out for it. Without thinking I broke from the kiss and gasped aloud as Nysoph's face slid past my own and I felt her lightly bite into my neck and her hands begin to explore my uncharted nethers.

"A-Ahhh! Nysoph!" I strained to inhale and continue my exclamation against my maddening lust for Nysoph but after several attempts finally continued "N-Nysoph... I-I'm a virgin... I-" Nysoph's finger pressed against my lips and stopped me abruptly before she answered.

"I know... I'll be gentle... Little Snowdrop." She answered before leaning down to kiss me gently.

With those words, my whole world had briefly bloomed with love, then shattered if only for a moment.

Little Snowdrop? How could she know Séphora's pet name for me? A name she had given me for the single lock of pure white hair that hangs from my bangs. An oddity I had been scarred with as a child when a dragon's blood sample had touched my hair. I remained still in my confusion until suddenly, the warmth returned and I felt Nysoph's cock press tightly against me.

I braced myself for the pain I knew would come but instead, I felt Nysoph shift above me, and I watched as her heavy breasts swung over me. I instinctively caressed them and began to suck at the nipple of her left tit. I could hear Nysoph briefly rummage through some drawers that had been built into her large headboard before she chuckled and looked down toward me.

"You're quite good at that for a beginner. Perhaps you're a natural at suckling." she then lowered her body to its previous position and I could feel her cock press lightly against the lips of my soft pussy. I had closed my eyes once more in anticipation but when nothing happened, I opened them again to see her coolly taking me in with a sensual smile on her face.

"Here, suck on this." she said finally, before shoving two fingers of her right hand into my mouth. I did so obediently, and swam my tongue all over the surface of her long delicate fingers. I could taste a thick syrup like substance dripping off of them like honey into my mouth and down the back of my throat. I didn't know what purpose it served, nor did I care anymore. I devotedly continued to suck and run my tongue over her fingers as though it were my entire purpose.

"MMmmmmmm... you're making me want to test this skill of yours more thoroughly first..." she said with a long lustful moan before softly whispering under her breath "Hmmmm, perhaps I will..."

"A-Ah... I want it." I said under my breath as Nysoph crawled over my prone body until her massive cock hung just above my face.

"Go on..." she said with a sultry grin, and I immediately took her into my mouth. I had never been so eager to suck on something in my life. 

Without knowing anything about the organ, I wrapped my lips tightly around the head of her cock and began to suck eagerly. As I opened my eyes, they crossed as they took in the length that still remained outside my warm, wet mouth and the heavy, full, sagging ball sack that rested against it higher up the throbbing shaft. I started to moan with pleasure I hadn't expected as I moved my lips up and down the large member and twisted my tongue over it's large head.

"OO-ooh... you are so very talented at this... and you were just telling me how you were a failure at everything you attempted. You've clearly been lying to me." 

I stopped in my motions, worried this woman I had fallen for so suddenly and deeply was angry with me, but as I opened my mouth to speak around the head of her cock she quickly interrupted me.

"Oh? Are you ready to test yourself?" she said abruptly before moving her hips in a circular motion above me and continuing "MMmmmm I can feel the eagerness in how you take my cock into your mouth. Let's see just how much of it you can take..."

Nysoph gently shifted into a more comfortable position above my face and then very suddenly thrust her hips forward. Her cock, still steaming from the vapors of the concoction surged forward toward the back of my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in suddenly and I felt my throat tighten harshly around Nysoph's cock, still only half deep into me. I had expected there to be pain, but I felt only more oral pleasure as she began to rock back and forth, lightly fucking my tightened throat. My hands had desperately surged forward to stop her sudden assault but now, without thinking, I had slid them behind Nysoph and grabbed lustfully at her round bottom as she continued to violate my throat. The convulsions of my throat felt amazing as it wriggled around her enormous girth. Nysoph moaned long and loud as I pressed my tongue tightly against her and brought my hands to stroke the remaining length of her cock. With a long ecstatic moan of pleasure Nysoph stopped holding herself back and began to pump her hips once more. Over and over it drove its way in and out of my willing gullet. The way her cock slid so smoothly back and forth into my oral recess made me think my mouth and throat were the perfect fit for her turgid shaft. I struggled to remain still and simply let her use me as she desired and squirmed tightly beneath her as my hands groped at the base of her cock. The feeling of pleasure I felt as she pumped my throat had pushed me into what would be the first climax I had ever experienced. A tight, moist sensation began squirting excitedly out of my exposed slit. My entire body tightened as I continued releasing my mist for the first time all over her luxurious bed. A sensation I would never forget. My back arched and I shook in the minor quakes of my own body as Nysoph responded quickly and pulled her cock free of my throat, releasing the loudest, most intense, most purely animal noise I had ever made up to that point in my life. I cried out without any inhibition and then fell back limply onto the bed, breathing heavily. I knew my knowledge of sex was limited, but I never imagined I could reach such a state through the sole use of my throat. My own curiosity in the past had never revealed that any such thing was possible, but it had happened. I had never done anything like this in my entire life but I knew I wanted more of it. I wanted to do this for her every night.

Nysoph wore a very satisfied grin on her face, an alluring sheen of sweat now coated her voluptuous form. "If you can handle this... you are definitely ready for more." she spoke now through deep, heavy, and labored breaths. I knew, even without her words, just by looking at her, that neither of us were anywhere near finished.

I watched her move deftly off the bed and couldn't help but admire every movement of Nysoph's perfect body, every bounce of her breasts, and every swing of her glorious cock. Then she leaned over me from off the bed and dragged me, head first, toward the edge of the bed where she stood. As I looked up at her curiously, Nysoph let her own drool pool in the palm of her hand as she stared down at me sensually.

"If you enjoyed taking just half of me..." she said as she moved her drool soaked hand down to her cock and began to stroke it slowly in front of me, lubricating her luscious member for the next round "... Then you're going to love this."

Knowing I was out of my element, I laid still for her as she shifted in position. She raised one leg onto the bed, then lowered her height to match her cock with my face, now hanging over the edge of the bed. Then, without warning, plunged swiftly forward. My back immediately arched upward in response as the driving force behind her giant cock pushed deep down my throat. As my eyes shot open wide in alarm, my vision, now upside down, watched helplessly as Nysoph's ball sack swung forward and slapped suddenly against my face. I could feel my violated throat fill quickly with saliva and thoroughly coat Nysoph's deeply lodged cock. The rest of me struggled to remain still. Once again, I was racked with a massive shot of pleasure and could feel the wetness of my pussy start to run down my thighs.

"A-Ah! Ooooh Snowdrop, you really were made for this." Nysoph breathed heavily as she held herself as deeply into my throat as possible, before slowly, very slowly pulling ilm after ilm of her cock free from me until the last ilm SCHIILURPED from my mouth and the sound of me breathing deeply to refill my lungs replaced it. There was a fine, sticky rope of saliva still bridging the gap between my slick mouth and her pulsing cock even after she'd separated. The thought of our saliva, mixed, and painted so heavily on her cock like an indirect kiss causes me to swoon even now.

"We're not done yet darling..." Nysoph reminded me as she looked down at me, slowly stroking her cock. "Soon, this whole room is going to be filled with the sound of you getting so much of what you need."

She knelt down and and lawled her tongue from her mouth before grabbing my face with both hands and sliding her tongue up my already slick cheeks. The deep, overpowering lust that must have been present in my own eyes was now present in her as well as she pulled back from me briefly, then plunged her tongue into my mouth in a deep kiss. Even upside down we tangled our tongues together as she held me. Finally, she released me and stood back up again and lifted her leg once more onto the bed. She held her place for a moment and looked down at me, my eyes eagerly meeting hers. I was ready to open my mouth and accept her, all of her, and every last ilm of her beautiful cock once again. A smile lit across her face and she spoke softly one last time, "Show me your determination Snowdrop, let your desires be fulfilled..." before licking her lips, bracing herself on the bed, then thrusting forward, penetrating my willing mouth and reaching to the back of my throat. She didn't go as deep as she had, as I felt her quickly stop and pull back, only to plunge back deeply into me. As she had told me, with every thrust, the sound of me choking on my need for more filled the room. The sound of my wet throat gagging, spitting, and slurping in the wet mess had a rhythm that must have been like a lascivious song to Nysoph. She had her eyes closed tightly as she knelt over my lower body and continued pumping her hips. It didn't take me long to reach climax and feel my body tighten and shutter once more like a micro-seizure had hold over me, but Nysoph paid it no mind, and continued pumping. I felt it at least two more times in this position, almost back to back, until I heard her cry out at last.

"H-Here it comes Snowdrop! Take it all! T-Take--" and with a final hard thrust forward, the entirety of her filled my throat, and again, her sack swung forward to slap me in the face, finally resting there. I could feel her still, thrusting forward slightly until then... I felt a burning warmth blossom inside me and swell up before stopping slowly. A pulsing liquid thickness had flooded into my throat and I felt myself gulping it down on sheer instinct. I felt hotter now than I had ever felt in my life, but it was something I wanted more of rather than being undesirable. As the warm feeling inside stayed motionless, my vision began to blur and darken until, with another step back, Nysoph pulled her cock free from my throat once more and I inhaled deeply.

"Y-You've shown me determination..." Nysoph stopped briefly and stepped back to rest against a wall, taking in deep breaths before continuing "...and... now you have more of it...". A tired, but still hedonic smile played across Nysoph's face and I took her in with my eyes. Somehow, even in this state, her beauty was radiant. Sweat glistened on her heated skin and ran down her curves in small rivulets. I wanted to lick each of them off her. I noticed then, the vapors that had been continuously steaming off her large member had slowed and almost entirely disappeared. She then ran a hand over her face and through her hair taking in another inhale of air before standing tall once more and, as if by magic, looked restored and full of an endless vigor. I remained where I had been, with my head turned toward her, upside down off the edge of the bed, still taking in deep breaths. Nysoph approached me once more as she reached down and began to stroke herself.

"We aren't done yet Little Snowdrop. I have more... medicine for you yet." Nysoph whispered gently toward me, as she, with both hands, lifted me by the shoulders into a more comfortable position on the bed and gently lowered me onto a full, soft pillow.

"I need only a moment to prepare, and it will give you time to catch your breath." She whispered again before kissing me lightly on the lips. I instinctual reached for more but she lightly placed a hand on my breast and, without uttering a word, told me to remain where I was. I fell back into the pillow and watched her walk away, out of sight, before the sound of clinking bottles and pouring liquids could be heard. I do not know how long I remained there, but my consciousness returned as Nysoph entered my vision once more, only inches from my face and gave me another soft, pleasant kiss on my lips.

"You recover quickly Snowdrop, even Séphora would be astonished." she said with a coy smile.

"H-How do you kno-" I tried to ask questions but Nysoph stopped me with a gracefully applied finger to my lips.

"No questions, Snowdrop. Your mind has already had its turn to learn its lessons... now it is time for your body to learn." Nysoph looked at me almost predatorily. Her eyes shown in the light like bright reflecting marbles. She stood and turned before kneeling, then crawling onto the bed over me. As I looked down the length of our damp, naked bodies, the warmth returned. Her cock had grown hard again, or maybe it had never stopped. The vapors were renewed and flowed over and past her body like an obscene, lascivious fog. As she reached my face, she fell toward me gently until our bodies pressed tightly against one another, and embraced me in a kiss.

Every kiss with Nysoph was like a new experience for me. Each time I felt as though I was learning a thousands pleasure-filled lessons over the span of a thousand years. I responded each time in kind, and thoroughly kissed her back, with tongue and as much passion as I could muster. Each time, she had to end the embrace to stop my overly brimming eagerness.

"Marian, you really are so very talented..." she said as she looked into my eyes with a tenderness and pride I hadn't seen before.

Nysoph shifted over me and held herself above now, our bodies and our breasts just barely touching now. Then I felt her once more, as her cock lightly probed the entrance of me and I reflexively shut my eyes tight.

"None of that, Snowdrop." she said, lightly padding me on the cheek and tenderly stroking my skin.

"Watch me, Snowdrop. This is a lesson, and I will make you feel only pleasure. Then... you will teach Séphora..." she braced herself once more, placing both hands down to my sides to keep herself above me, and then, with my eyes glued to hers, she thrust forward.

I had obviously expected the virginal pain that comes from these first encounters, but instead I felt that same warmth that had stayed with me this whole time. It had come and gone in varying degrees of intensity, blooming most brightly when Nysoph had released herself deep down my throat. It returned again now, and I felt it rise up through my legs, between the folds of my pussy, and deep into, what I could only imagine to be my womb. It grew like the heat of furnace and stayed there, surrounding the place where Nysoph had penetrated me. It filled me with a radiant kind of pleasure that I never would have imagined to be normal in regular intercourse. What Nysoph did to me was beyond the realms of the normal and mundane, it was incredible. My body shook and heaved as the pleasure rushed over me like a wave and with great intensity. My head snapped back and my mouth flew open wide but the rush was so powerful that no sound escaped. Then, she held me again, tenderly on both cheeks of my face, brought me to meet her own, and kissed me deeply like before. Our bodies pressed heavily against each other as she continued to embrace me and I felt her pull back with her member, before entering into me slowly once more.

"Do you feel it Snowdrop?" Nysoph asked as she looked at me with an expression of deep longing.

"I-I do! O-Oh!! It feels s-so good!" I gasped out my response between heavy heaves of breath. Without realizing it at the time, I had wrapped my arms and legs around Nysoph and had started to scratch at her back with my fingernails. The pleasure was so intense that my body convulsed throughout the entire ordeal. It pushed that boundary of unbearable pleasure so deeply that I thought I might lose my mind, but Nysoph did not stop. With my answer, Nysoph focused, and began to make love to me in a way I would never be able to have again. This moment in my life, as sure as I am writing this now, could not be repeated or replaced.

Nysoph's gentle, yet thorough manipulations of her cock as she pushed into me over and over forced long loud moans to escape from my lungs.

"Your body... will remember... Snowdrop..." Nysoph spoke softly between strokes as her lips lowered to my ears. Those were the last words Nysoph spoke to me that night, before she pressed her lips once more against mine, and we embraced in our last kiss. Our kiss lasted through all of our remaining stamina, stopping only in short brief moments for breath before plunging back into each other's mouths again. Each thrust intensified my passion toward her, and brought Nysoph closer and closer to her edge, until finally, our kiss broke and she pressed herself against me so tightly I could barely breath. She let out a strained moan that I felt deep in my loins as I felt her grow, then burst again with that warmth blooming brightly from her. I felt it once more flow through me, fill me, and then... remain still. A warmth that absorbed into me, became a part of me... something I would never lose, or ever want to forget.

I do not know what happened afterwards. The near violent response from my own body as the pleasure finally pushed past the boundary of bearable must have been too much for me to handle and I likely sunk into unconsciousness.

The dreams I had that night were blissful and full of wonder.

I saw brilliant vistas, ice-capped mountains, and swam among the clouds. Everywhere I went in my dream, I felt that familiar and comforting warmth fill with feelings of accomplishment, gratitude, and congratulations. I remember being beside Nysoph by a great lake. She and I became similar somehow, I could feel my body change and become stronger as we walked together. I felt my mind become clearer, more certain of its own destiny as she spoke and showed me things I had never even imagined. Then I felt a significant difference in myself and a shared bond with Nysoph. In my groin, I felt it grow and become slick, I stood beside Nysoph and tore my pants away to reveal... I had a cock like hers. Not quite as big, but it was large for my own comparatively smaller body. The slickness... I couldn't quite understand. I remember feeling good; very, very good. It was like the pleasure Nysoph had given me, but different, and more physical. This pleasure did not rock my very core as Nysoph's pleasure had, but it was somehow very real.

I opened my eyes and almost screamed at the realization of what was before me.

I was still in Nysoph's bed, but there were two very alarming differences. The penis I had grown in my dreams was not just a figment of my imagination, it was very real, and rock hard; finally, the source of the slickness... was from the saliva of Séphora who was at the other end of the bed... and was orally pleasuring me. Just like when Nysoph first undressed in front of me, my mind had trouble registering what was going on at the moment. It felt impossible to piece anything together that could have possibly led to this. I thought for a moment I was still dreaming...

"S-Séphora?! What- I-" I stammered helplessly as I pulled away from her, not sure if I felt shame or guilt from the actions of last night.

"Little Snowdrop... you did not have to do all of this for me..." she said coolly as she laid playfully there and looked at me with her large captivating eyes.

"After your confession last night, you ran so quickly from me even I could not catch or find you. I did not think to look for you in a bar... or here." She batted her eyes at me flirtatiously before finally sitting up in the bed and staring at me from the opposite side. Her face grew heavy and solemn before she continued.

"I-I'm sorry Snowdrop... I should not be making jokes of the situation..." she said, dropping her gaze toward the mattress and away from my eyes.

"Séphora?... I don't understand. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I... did not want to hurt you so deeply Snowdrop. I do truly love you, but... I was stupid... I had thought that you lacked this... "OOMPH"... this "IMPACT", in your actions. I was so worried for you that I looked all night..." tears started to appear on Séphora's face but were quickly brushed away as she forced herself up again, looking more determined to finish.

"When I could not find you, I slept for only a short time in the inn before I found and asked this man who knew you for your Snowdrop!" she exclaimed and pointed to a part of her bangs where my white lock of hair would be. Perhaps that strange oddity had come in handy for once?

"Nysoph. I know her well. She has treated me many times for many wounds and... we have our history. I've told her stories of you and me. Something of my feelings... Then she tells me that you came here to make yourself better and stronger and... all for me... I come down here and see the changes... not only in your body but your face..." Séphora paused briefly, a crimson blush quickly spreading to encompass her own face.

"The same beautiful face I know so well but... you wore a smile in your sleep so bright Snowdrop... You were so so beautiful when I saw you, and I burst from happiness on finding you." Séphora's own bright smile soured slowly and shifted once more to downcast as she continued reflecting.

"I... did not mean for you to do so much to try and please me, but you did it... you changed yourself for me and... it is the most anyone has thought of me..." tears started to drop down Séphora's face as she looked at the mattress.

"I did not see how much my own love for you could grow and I ignored it... because I thought you were not strong... I'm... I am not good for you Snowdrop. Not good enough. I do not-"

"Stop!" I exclaimed as Séphora's story turned into hopeless self-reflection. "Séphora, I still love you. Do you love me?" I asked as loud and as proudly as I could. Séphora almost looked knocked back by the forcefulness with which I spoke. In truth, I felt as shocked at my own booming words as Séphora looked at that moment. She wiped away her tears again, looked back at me proudly, and sat up straighter in the bed before answering.

"Yes, Snowdrop. I love you more than I loved anyone before." A relieved beam of happiness shown on Séphora's face as she responded and her beautiful eyes glistened with moisture.
"I watched you grow up Little Snowdrop... into such a determined woman. Determined for my love." Her smile turned, slowly, into a cunning mischievous smirk.
"Maybe Little Snowdrop should show me how much she's grown?..." She cooed playfully as she crawled forward on the bed toward me.

My own happiness had burst from my breast with a very familiar warmth as she returned my love, and as she crawled, I felt the heat stir in my loins. Until this moment, I had never felt the pleasure that came from the blood in my body rushing to fill me up. Then to be rewarded as the beautiful woman I had fallen in love with at 15, wrapped her soft lips around this new addition to my body, and gave me pleasure I would never forget. That warmth that strengthened my character and filled me with every desire I grasp had stayed with me, and fills me now as I write this. I had felt the tea's warmth given its permanency when Nysoph had released herself inside me through our lovemaking. It is a gift I will never be able to repay for as long as I live, but that burden only brings me joy knowing who I owe so deeply. When Séphora and I make love, I can't help but feel that, in some small way, Nysoph continues to be a part in our love making.

Marian Shed, happily and eternally bonded to Séphora.

To make a long story short, Nysoph is an amazing alchemist. 10/10, would visit again.

TOO FUCKING LATE MORON (in other handscript)