93. The final Hurdle

93. The final Hurdle

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. CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

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.

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.