The Nameless Guild - Chapter 1 - Part 2

Chapter 1 - Part 2

What unfolded in front of me had my jaw dropping in surprise. Of all the things I might have expected, a crystal clear image of some topless brunette wasn't one of them. Swiping a finger across the base of the image, I told the slate to move onto the next, and was 'treated' to the sight of another woman, this time a blonde, laid out on a beach wearing absolutely nothing at all. Swipe after swipe got me more of the same, sometimes with a pair of women instead of just the one, and all of them in varying states of nakedness. Even as I tried to get my head around what I was seeing, I had to admit, they looked good... but I still had no idea why Mae had given me them.

I was trying puzzle that out as my finger kept moving across the projection, seemingly of its own accord, but my brain froze when yet another picture came up. Unlike the others, where the women had basically just been posing for the imager, this one was laid out on a bed, dark hair fanning out over the mattress as she seemed to look straight at me out of the projection, hands on her knees holding her legs wide.

Now, it was hardly like I'd no idea what I was looking at. Eighteen years of life in a female body meant I was quite aware of all of what I was seeing, but to see it all laid out like that, displayed to the viewer whilst the woman herself wore an expression of... invitation? No, this was definitely new.

And I wasn't all that sure I wanted to be looking at it. Not because it disgusted me, or anything like that. It was because of the other reason I tended to try and ignore the comments about how good my mother looked - almost every one of the women I'd seen in these photos had seemed to have a fuck of a lot more to put on show than I did, and it pissed me off a little.

Sure, time was supposed to fix that for me, but there was only so much patience I had for my Elven blood keeping my figure looking like a Human girl of a good two or three years younger...

Another swipe, another image. A different woman again, this time with her rear aimed at the imager, a hand down between her legs and a finger pushed inside herself as she looked back over her shoulder with a smile.

My mouth went dry as I looked at the picture, and vague thoughts of why these women would be letting scenes like these be framed of them were replaced by a different one: what would I look like in that sort of image? My body was nowhere near as... developed... as the ones I was looking at, but still...

From that sort of angle, what did it matter how big my breasts were? All eyes would be on my ass, and what lay between my legs.

Flick. Flick. Flick. More pictures, each and every one of them just as blatant as the others. As they flashed by, I realised I was starting to feel warmer, an odd little tingling between my thighs making me shift a little in my chair. I paused on another new image, two women this time, totally naked and twined around each other, one's head thrown back as the other ran her tongue across her chest.

I shuffled in my seat again, pressing my legs together without really being aware of it. What I was aware of, however, was the way my blouse seemed to be feeling tighter. Pulling it off, I tossed it aside and moved on to the next picture. No new faces this time, just that pair again, only this time they were in a different position, the brunette laid down as the blonde kissed her deeply, one hand cupping her own breast.

Eyes on the slate's projection, I gently traced a finger along the top edge of my bra, shivering slightly at the way my skin seemed so sensitive to the touch. I moved it down over the cotton and then stopped, looking down at what my finger had found. Even through the material, I could see the bumps of my nipples pressing against the bra's fabric. Normally, that sort of thing only happened if I was really cold, but right now I was anything but...

Twisting my arms behind my back, I unhooked the fastenings and my bra joined the blouse onto the floor. Free of any constraint, my petite breasts were just as bare as those on the screen.... only these ones I could touch - and that was exactly what I did. I ran my hands over my skin, eyes closing as I found myself imagining that they were someone else's, someone who'd touch me and send those same shiver through me.

The feeling between my legs was getting more intense, a kind of tension lurking behind it that seemed build with every stroke of my fingers across my bare skin, growing warmer and somehow more eager with every passing minute.

It was also getting kind of uncomfortable, with my trousers feeling like they were about three sizes too damned small.

Getting to my feet, I kicked off my shoes and started on the trousers' fastenings, then stopped. Looking at my slate - specifically a particular little niche on the top - an idea formed, quickly followed by a slow smile. I'd wondered what I would look like, so...

Why the hell not.

Tapping the top of the niche, I picked up the smooth-sided little cube that popped out, holding it over the projection and giving it a squeeze. The cube took the hint, hovering in the air as I released it, and the projection split itself in two. Once side was the picture I'd been looking at, whilst the other was the view that the little imager now had of me.

Satisfied that it was working right, I pushed the chair to one side and stood in front of the desk, adjusting the cube so that it got a good view of me. For a few moments, I looked at myself on the projection, then grinned. Putting my hands under my breasts, I pushed them up a little and gave the imager the same pouty little look that I'd seen on some of the photos - or at least tried to. Honestly, it just looked kind of silly...

That wasn't the kind of pose that had got me thinking, though. This time, when I started undoing my trousers, I didn't stop until they were down by my ankles, at which point they and my socks were pushed off and kicked aside. Looking back at the imager, I smiled again. Much better, or at least much closer to what I'd been looking at earlier. Okay, so my plain white underwear wasn't as sexy-looking as those women had worn - those that had been wearing any, but still...

Turning my back on the desk, I bent over slightly, looking back over my shoulder to see what the view looked like. Not that bad, I thought, though there was still perhaps a little too much covering me up. That was easy enough to fix... but I wanted to try something first. Running a hand down my chest felt... delicious, and the feeling just got better as that hand carried on down my body. Eventually, it reached the material of my undies and I moved it further - then moaned softly as I felt my fingertips touch the heat gathering down between my legs. The white fabric was damp, and as I moved my fingers to try and feel how far that wetness had spread, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning again.

Carefully, I slipped a fingertip around the edge of my underwear, watching myself on the slate's display as I pushed the material aside. What I saw there was myself... but from a whole new angle, and it wasn't all that far from the image that had given me the idea in the first place.

There were more ideas to see, though, I was sure of it, and I wasn't going to find them by standing here like this. With a certain reluctance, I straightened up... and looked at the hand that had made the southward journey. The tips of my fingers were ever so slightly wet, and as I lifted them to my nose, smelt... odd. Not bad. Just... unexpected.

I scooted the chair back over and pushed the imager's pane aside. I didn't close it, though, as there was a good chance I might want it again later, and that thought had me grinning. I flicked through a few more pictures, and they seemed to be more of that same duo. Each image was a different view of them exploring each other, until the blonde had her face planted firmly between the brunette's legs, her tongue quite clearly lapping at the other woman's sex.

That was certainly not something I could try for myself in front of my slate's imager, but they certainly both looked like they were enjoying themselves...

Abruptly I recalled that there was more on here than just the pictures. If the other folder was what I was starting to suspect it was - and given what this one had contained, I figured the odds were good - then there was going to be a whole lot more to see.

Continued in Chapter 1 - Part 3