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Infinite Stratos: Skies Aglow with Moonlight	By : DarkWolves Category: +G to L > IS: Infinite Stratos Views: 8504 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: England's Pride
Things were noticeably different when Ichiko awoke. Opening her eyes she found the room silent and vacant of any lingering sign of her new roommate. Lifting herself off of the bed she found that she had amply recovered from the night before, thanks in no small part to Houkis tender ministrations. After washing and dressing she headed down to the dormitory cafeteria in search of breakfast.
While seeking out a place amongst the constellation of occupied tables she caught sight of a flash of long brown hair in the distance. Ichiko took a vacant seat beside her without uttering a word, Houki refusing to acknowledge her presence. The two of them sat eating their breakfast in shared silence.
“Are you still mad at me?” Ichiko dared to break the silence.
“I am not mad at you” Houki replied flatly.
“Then why are you still wearing the mad face?” Ichiko persisted, fighting to keep her voice to a whisper. But even to the most casual bystander the tension concealed just beneath the surface was palpable.
“Get used to it” Houki replied. And with that, as always, Houki had the last word.

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After the shaky beginning in their introductory lesson Ichiko had hoped her next class would prove rather more uneventful. It seemed that would not be the case.
Somehow, through a bizarre set of circumstances, Ichiko found herself in an IS duel facing the representative contender for Great Britain. The contest would determine who would serve as Class Representative for the upcoming academic year. While Cecelia would be fielding her personal IS, Blue Tears, Ichiko would be loaned the use of Byakushiki. Despite having little experience piloting an IS Ichiko threw herself into the competition with unmatched fervour and courage.
Cecelia’s combat strategy focused on the use of her sniper rifle combined with semi-autonomous Unmanned Aerial Vehicles (UAV)s to attack from a distance without endangering her own shield energy. The Byakushiki, by contrast, relied on a single sword making her a deadly close combat fighter. Overall, Cecelia had reach but Ichiko had flexibility. As a side note, an off the books wager had been established between the competitors allowing the victor to make a single request of their defeated opponent.
In the end, to few people’s surprise, the result went with the odds. Ichiko was prepared to face her forfeit with her head held high whatever may come in the end.

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The next day Ichiko checked her academy email to find a message from Cecelia Alcott at the top of her inbox. The email consisted of a formal invitation, handwritten signature and everything, requesting her presence in Cecelia’s room that evening.

Ichiko arrived outside of Cecelia’s room at the proper time. Ichiko suddenly felt a sense of nerves overcome her, anxiously adjusting the collar of her uniform jacket as she continued to procrastinate knocking on the door and announcing her presence. Ichiko steeled herself and knocked on the door three times in quick succession. A few tense moments passed before the door opened in front of her, met my Miss Alcott dressed in the same snow white bath robe provided by the Academy.
“Ah, welcome” Cecelia greeted her, stepping aside she gestured into the room with an open arm. “Please come in”
Ichiko stepped into Cecelia’s room, finding a carbon copy of the room she was sharing with Houki. At the far end of the room was prepared a table of freshly prepared tea, a thin trail of steam rising from the tip of the curved spout of the teapot. Ichiko took a seat at one of the empty chairs, Cecelia following suit to take the unoccupied seat across from her.
“A small touch of home” Cecelia poured out two cups of tea with an elegance no doubt refined through years of practice at a distinguished preparatory school. Ichiko accepted the offered drink, taking a long inhale as the earthly flavour wafted through her nose.
Ichiko took her first sip of the drink, the warm liquid cascading across her tongue. “It’s good” was her reply.
“Thank you” Cecelia said warmly. “While I have enjoyed sampling the local flavours I firmly maintain that England remains the best source of truly great tea”
The moment of peace which passed between them allowed Ichiko a brief respite to take in her surroundings. Cecelia’s room was laid out much the same as Ichikos bar the few personal effects which suggested the personality of its owner. Ichiko also noticed that in contrast to her usual style of having her long blonde hair cascading down her back Cecelia had instead pulled into a bun at the back of her head with a few stray hairs trailing free at her sides.
“I like your new hairstyle” Ichiko said.
“Thank you” Cecelia replied. “I thought it was time I tried something different”
Ichiko by contrast kept her long black hair flowing down her back to come to rest just above her backside. She had developed something of a nervous trait whereby she would idly begin to twirl a stray strand between her fingertips, usually without even being consciously aware of it. These ongoing pleasantries threw Ichiko off, their idle conversation completely at odds with the unshakable persona the Briton presented in public. Perhaps this was the true Cecelia, the one that few outsiders ever got to see.
Cecelia took another sip of tea before replacing it to the table. “Now that the formalities have been dispensed with we can move swiftly to the matter at hand”
With that said Cecelia rose from her seat to stand in front of Ichiko. Ichiko was unsure of exactly what Cecelia had meant. Cecelia understood even less as she watched Cecelia hold the sash of her dressing gown between her fingers, a single gentle pull unravelled the tie which held it snugly against her body. The fluffy material of Cecelia’s dressing gown cascaded over her body like water passing through a creek to pool at her feet. Ichiko choked down her tea with a haggard cough at the sight laid before her.
Cecelia’s dressing gown fell away to reveal a deep blue corset which cut a fine line beneath the gentle curve of her bust, further emphasising the fine line of her torso. This was further accentuated by a matching pair of elbow length gloves, frilly black panties and finely detailed thigh length stockings held to her waist by a garter.
Ichiko swiftly replaced her cup and saucer to the table before she could see it fall to the ground it. “Cecelia” Ichikos brain fought to catch up with the rest of her. “You’re…”
Cecelia glanced down to appraise herself casually as if nothing was amiss. “It is only appropriate that I am suitably dressed for what is about to transpire” Cecelia stepped around the table to approach Ichiko. “Would you like me to assist you or would you prefer to do it yourself?”
Ichiko drew herself out of her seat to stand before Cecelia as she continued her advance. “Myself?”
“Undress of course” Cecelia replied as if it were the most natural of things.
The back of Ichikos knees struck the edge of the bed as she stepped back, Ichiko stumbling and falling backwards onto the bed. Ichiko bounced on the bed, feeling the mattress spring and recoil beneath her weight. The hem of Ichikos skirt flew up in the wake of her impact, revealing the tenting to the front of her underwear concealed underneath. Before she could conceal it Cecelia was once more upon her, straddling her legs and pinning her against the bed. Ichiko felt like a cornered animal with any fleeting hopes of escape were swiftly evaporating.
“You should feel honoured” Cecelia said with a wide grin. “You shall serve as my first”
“Your first?” Ichiko stammered through quivering lips.
“It would be improper for a lady of stature such as mine to enter the wider world without first-hand experience of the sensual arts” Cecelia’s hands began tracing a line across Ichikos front. “Many amongst the English aristocracy have historically made use of commoners in the education of their heirs, a tradition even indulged by members of the Royal Family” Cecelia’s fingers gripped the hem of Ichikos skirt, drawing the material to reveal the soft material of Ichikos deep purple underwear concealing her ever growing bulge. “Therefore, my request is that you perform your duty to me tonight”
Cecelia gripped the lip of Ichikos underwear in her hands, drawing it down to reveal Ichikos growing erection as it leapt free greet her. Cecelia could not help but emit a soft gasp at its sudden appearance, her fingers visibly quivering as she reached out to touch it.
“Are you ok?” Ichiko asked. “I could-”
“Shut your mouth!” Cecelia snapped defensively. “Or I shall be compelled to defenestrate you”
“De-fene-”
“Defenestrate, you ignorant clot” Cecelia grabbed Ichikos shoulders in a vice like grip. “Your ineptitude draws me perilously close to the brink of my sanity. The very fact that you have been allowed to maintain your position in the Academy despite your boorish penchant is the very height of inequity”
“Seriously, enough already” Ichiko replied. “It’s like I’m being attacked by an angry Thesaurus”
“The juxtaposition between your supposed abilities and your uncouth mannerisms only serves to infuriate me further” Cecelia said, feeling her frustration eclipsing her mental fortitude, her fury boiling inside her body. In the end, something had to give.
With an exasperated sigh Cecelia collapsed down onto the bed beside Ichiko, her arm draped across her eyes in a stark admittance of defeat. “It seems that reality never truly goes to plan”
“There was a plan in all of that?” Ichiko queried.
“At some point, yes” Cecelia answered, leaving a looming chasm between them.
“So” Ichiko broke the peace between them. “You said I was going to be…”
“My first” Cecelia answered for her. “Not the case for you I suppose”
“I mean… I haven’t” Ichiko said. “Not fully anyway”
“So, you and Houki?” Cecelia asked. “Did you… together?”
“It was more like she accidently kicked me” Ichiko admitted. “And then apologised by giving me a massage, with her breasts”
As the thought entered her mind Cecelia could not contain herself as she erupted in an unrepentant cascade of unrelenting laughter. “At least there exists a more hopeless romantic than me” Cecelia finally composed herself. “I was identified as an IS pilot at an early age. Between my pilot training and my studies it left little time to pursue a romantic relationship. It was widely assumed that I would meet a partner to begin a family after completing my tour as an IS pilot” Cecelia said. “As I grew older I failed to see the appeal in men. I knew what was expected of me and I was prepared to put my personal feelings aide in the undertaking of my duty”
“I sort of know who you feel” Ichiko said. “Despite what you might think I’m not much of a romantic. Being ‘different’ I’ve always been cautious about how others would react if they knew the truth”
Cecelia held Ichikos hands in her own. “And then you revealed yourself to me” Cecelia traced the pad of her thumb across the back of Ichikos hand as she held her. “A woman’s grace with a man’s beating heart wrapped within a single body, with a sweet and gentle mind”
Cecelia was now certain; her mind was set.
“I have decided” Cecelia said, rolling herself over on the bed to face Ichiko. “If you will have me, I will prove it to you”
“No more ‘plans’?” Ichiko asked.
Cecelia giggled. She reached out to caress Ichikos cheek, feeling the warm flare of the girl’s skin beneath her finger tips. “No more stupid plans”
“Only you called them stupid” Ichiko laughed.
Cecelia’s fingers began to descend, caressing the nape of Ichikos neck with her finger tips. With her free hand she reached out to take Ichikos hand in her own, guiding the tips of Ichikos fingers to caress the base of Cecelia’s neck. Cecelia’s hand dared to descend further, Ichiko matching her lover’s actions in a mirror image. The tips of Cecelia’s fingers followed the curve of Ichikos covered breasts, the material of Cecelia’s gloves and Ichikos top changing the feel of her caresses against Ichikos engorged nipple.
Ichiko dared to match Cecelia’s caresses, tracing the tip of her finger along the line just above the curve of her bust where the material of her corset gave way to her pale white skin. Cecelia’s breath hitched in her throat at Ichikos touch as she dared to move lower, crossing the boundary to pass her finger across the finely detailed weaving of her outfit which covered her breast.
Not to be outmatched Cecelia’s hand moved from her side, passing gracefully across the soft skin of Ichikos bare thigh. Cecelia’s caresses dared to climb higher, descending beneath the flutter of the girl’s uniform skirt to press the palm of her hand against the bulge at the front of Ichikos underwear. Cecelia felt her cheeks reddening at the touch of the pulsing heat in her hand.
Ichiko dared herself to match Cecelia and, with a quivering hand, she rose to cup Cecelia’s pussy in her hand beneath the soft material of the girls finely crafted panties. Ichiko felt the warm dampness of Cecelia’s excitement washing across her fingers. The slow caress of Ichikos fingers against Cecelia’s covered lips elicited a sharp shiver through her body.
“Ah, if you, I’m goanna-” Cecelia panted through laboured breaths, Cecelia’s head suddenly falling forward. Ichiko retreated from her embrace, fearing she had overstepped her bounds.
"Are you ok?” Ichiko asked with a tinge of panic seeping into her voice.
“I just need a moment” Cecelia’s voice quivered with every word. “My nipples are very sensitive. I kind of already…”
“Oh” the realisation dawned upon Ichiko. “I kind of thought it was, you know, the other…”
“That was a contribution” Cecelia fought to control herself as she said it. “But it was mostly the ‘other’ kind of touching” Cecelia gasped a much needed breath. “I may have gotten carried away”
“Carried away is good” Ichiko smiled softly.
A silence hung between them in the wake of this sudden admittance, each of them intuiting the others thoughts without the necessity to voice them. Ichiko dared to be the first to answer on her own, only for Cecelia to beat her too it. Placing her open palm against Ichikos shoulder a gentle nudge all that was necessary to turn Ichiko onto her back to lay against the head of the bed. Cecelia climbed on top of Ichiko, bringing her leg over to straddle Ichiko just below her waist. The previous foreplay had brought Ichikos member to its heightened state of arousal matching Cecelia’s growing wetness.
Ichikos hands rose from her sides to rest on top of Cecelia’s milky thighs, supporting Cecelia as she raised herself above as Cecelia took Ichikos hardening member in her fingers. Pulling her moistened panties aside with her free hand she cautiously guided herself down onto the engorged tip of Ichikos member. A soft whimper escaped Cecelia’s lips as the tip passed Cecelia’s pussy lips, drawing herself up before dropping lowering back down onto Ichikos penis. The frequency and intensity of Cecelia’s hip thrusts grew with time, each movement allowing her to take more and more of Ichikos length into her with each repeated thrust.
The growing pleasure building up inside of Cecelia began to take its influence, her faltering posture forcing her to rely ever more on Ichikos support simply to remain upright. As their shared pleasures continued to grow inside of them they were simultaneously overcome by the crescendo of their shared orgasms, waves of delight pulsing through their bodies.
Her quivering body no longer able to support her Cecelia could do little to stop herself as she collapsed forward onto Ichikos heaving bosom. The warm press of her lover’s body against her skin was matched only by the warm feeling of Ichikos cum inside of her. In the wake of their union Ichikos slowly softening member was left pressed lightly against her inner thigh as its master was left basking in the intensity of their collective love.
Ichiko was the first to sufficiently recover to speak. “How was that?”
Cecelia summoned the strength in her arms to lift herself from her lover’s bosom and stare into Ichikos eyes. “Your ravenous advances have ensured my meteoric rise into the boundless elysian ecstasy”
“Did your parents give you a first edition of the Oxford Dictionary for your 6^th birthday?” Ichiko asked.
“I’ll have you know that I was educated at the finest institutions in England” Cecelia giggled, nuzzling herself closer against Ichiko. “And it was a volume of the Complete works of Shakespeare”
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