Caelus Online

The rest of the conversation with Roxanne after their troubleshooting session returned to some normality as her friend had seemed to get most of her need to tease Aurora out of her system. It was one of the girl's quirks that made her more chaotic, but also more fun to be around when she was not on the receiving end.

Either way, Aurora found out about the progress of the others as well as how her impromptu army was doing. Thankfully everything seemed to be going to plan and they had made decent progress before setting up camp for the night. 

It meant that her guild would have more time to prepare to fight the gnolls which would only be a massive advantage since the level difference was so vast as well as their distinct lack of any experience.

If she didn’t have ALD Munro and his men at her disposal she would not have even considered getting players involved. But with their experience and leadership, as well as her suggestions on various tactics, she had faith that they could get the players organised enough to put up some fight.

Either way, she had a feeling that it would probably take her army a few attempts before they could wipe out the gnoll tribe completely,  but she was certain they could manage it. 

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By the time Aurora arrived back home, Roxanne had finished making herself dinner and had ended the call, leaving her to focus on her own plans for the evening. 

After entering the manor Aurora was served a simple dinner of Beef bourguignon with celeriac mash, and returned to her room in order to resolve unexpected, yet most pressing current issue.

While she needed to be back in Caelus making progress, becoming easily irritable and annoyed would only cause her issues with impaired judgement, so solving what she could now was necessary. 

Aurora flopped down backwards onto her mattress still feeling the lingering irritation along with the tension in her body that became noticeable as she relaxed into the softness behind her. The whole day she had been finding people grating, all of them trying to take advantage of her seeming unfamiliarity and ignorance.

And then there was the arousal. She had been mentally trying to suppress it, but she had been becoming horny more often every time she saw someone she found appealing, or herself in a reflection. 

This was not something she had exactly experienced in the past. Yes, she had appreciated women's looks, but never felt herself becoming aroused to that level from just what she could see and her own wandering inappropriate thoughts. 

She had been able to ignore it the first few days, her focus mainly being on the list of important and pressing tasks that took up all of her focus, but her ability to ignore it had been slipping. And when she slipped, she had a constant reminder.

She didn’t know if she preferred finding herself aroused in public as a man or a woman, but it had been inconvenient either way. As a man, she would have to hide the bulge in her pants, if sat by crossing her legs or placing a hand casually over the offending area, but as a woman, it was a different kind of annoying.

She would first notice her breathing becoming slightly shorter, along with her body starting to feel warmer, the heat almost feeling like it was trapped under her blouse. That would then be followed by a slight tingling sensation around her body, around her breasts, ass and pussy. 

The tingling sensation was not the most distracting thing however, no, it was her nipples standing to attention and the almost itchy feeling between her legs, the need to scratch the sort of itch but not being able to since she was in public. 

And then there was the lingering discomfort when she had managed to get her hormones under some sort of control, the lingering dampness in her panties, the feeling like she had almost wet herself. 

And that was not even to mention how her mind found itself distracted. It was fine when she had something to focus on, it was a mild distraction that she tried to ignore, remaining as still as she could to prevent any unwanted movement that may prolong or escalate her arousal. 

But when she had been alone in her office, it had been a bit harder. She had partially succumbed to the need to satiate that irritating feeling between her legs that would not go away, so she had occasionally rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to reduce it. It helped ease the sensation for a moment, but as soon as she stopped it had returned in force.

She had made it through the day with nobody being the wiser of what she was going through, and that was what counted. Well, if the maids ended up seeing her underwear they may have some idea, but that was inevitable since they were, now more than ever, her closest aides, especially now she was clueless as a woman.

But one thing was now clear and bluntly pushed in front of her to confront, she was getting pent up. She was getting sexually frustrated from seeing herself in incredibly appealing clothes, from seeing herself strip and her quite sexy underwear, from her mind wandering to what it all felt like as a woman to masturbate and climax. 

She had somewhat experienced this all before, she had been on a weekend holiday with Ben and Ali where they had been stuck sharing a hotel room. With no free time to herself and a lot of appealing women in nothing but bikinis on the beach, well, she found herself getting a hard-on more regularly with no way to release.

While being pent up as a man had not been as impactful as what she was now experiencing as a woman, the comparison was easy enough to be made.

And wasn’t that weird, here she was, lying down in all her beautiful glory, curves and breasts, and inside her mind, she recalled when she had a dick. 

She let out a slight giggle of laughter as she elegantly raised her leg upwards, inspecting her beautiful and pale skin that was slightly darkened by the thin layer of her tights. 

As she raised her long leg, she could see how her feet were forced parallel with the line of her calf, the heels she still wore weighing them down, exuding an air of gracefulness and seduction. 

And then there was her skirt that was starting to ride up her thighs, from the movement, starting to reveal the upper part of her perfectly proportioned thighs. 

And then the heat hit her again. She could feel her arousal resurfacing, and she hesitated. She stared at her leg, seductively pointing up in the air. She had been mentally putting this one activity off. It felt almost like the last step to fully accepting that she was a woman, the last hurdle before fully losing her masculinity forever. A line that once crossed would change her forever. 

But she knew it was a step she needed to take. The fact Roxanne had pointed out that her sexual frustration was influencing her mood only reaffirmed the point. It would only get worse for her if she continued to neglect this seemingly basic need, and she would just get more distracted and irritable if she neglected herself in that way.

She could feel the tingling sensation returning again, so she decided to take some precautions before she started. She didn’t know how much of a mess she would make and was less inclined to leave evidence all over the bed, even if the maids could piece together what she had been up to. 

The idea of other women knowing that she, a man turned woman, was masturbating made her feel a sense of shame, like she was intruding into something she shouldn’t. It was strange, completely irrational, but a wall she needed to know overcome nonetheless. She needed to let go of her gentlemanly attitude and embrace life as a woman.

Aurora took a few moments to go and grab a towel from the bathroom, laying it down over the bed. She readjusted some of the pillows so she had more to prop her upright, and then moved to lock her door.

With her precautions made, she moved to the bed and unclipped the waistband of her skirt, lowering the zip and pushing it past her hips to fall to the floor. She then unbuttoned her shirt, also letting it slip off her shoulders and down to the ground next to her skirt. 

Now left only in her underwear she glanced up into the mirror, getting a sudden burst of nervous and anticipatory butterflies rising into her stomach. She was entranced by her long legs accentuated by her heels, her exposed lacy and sexy bra and panties, and her tights tinting her white skin to a darker shade as they clung to her form, while the appealing darker stripe on her thighs stood out against her unblemished skin.

Aurora could feel her nipples starting to harden under her bra while the annoyingly arousing itch returned between her legs. She sat down on the bed, shifting herself so that she was firmly sat on the towel before she started anything.