Page 115 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

Perian eyed him. “Out of curiosity, what is the purpose of this question? Are you trying to make me or Brannal uncomfortable, or is this an audition?”

Molun crowed with laughter, and even Brannal let out a huff of amusement.

“Inquiring minds want to know,” Molun told him, eyes sparkling.

“I’m very sorry to disappoint you,” Perian said, “but I haven’t had very unusual sex.”

“We can fix that,” Molun volunteered.

“I mean, my father and I lived in the country on a relatively secluded estate, and there wasn’t really anyone around for me to have sex with.”

Molun sat up straight, looking alarmed. “Noone?”

The rest of the table cracked grins at how disturbed he looked at this prospect.

“Not everyone came to a castle full of hot people when they were sixteen, Molun,” Arvus pointed out.

“Whendidyou have sex, then?” Molun demanded.

He seemed genuinely distressed by the idea of this lack in Perian’s education.

“When I was sixteen, actually,” Perian admitted. “No castle, but my father brought me to town.”

“And you sneaked away to have sex!” Molun crowed triumphantly.

“Not at all.” Lip curling, Perian teased, “It was even better.”

Molun leaned closer, biting his lip. “I am on tenterhooks.”

“My father brought me to a house of pleasure, actually.”

Molun practically fell out of his chair. “No!”

Perian hummed an affirmative. “He knew there weren’t options near our home, and he wanted to make sure I understood what sex was, figured out what I liked, and knew how to have it safely and happily. My introduction into the world of shared physical pleasure wasverythorough.”

Molun blinked twice. “Wow. Your father sounds awesome.”

Perian smiled, a little sad, but mostly happy with the fond memories. “He really was. He tried his very best to raise me well. I think it was sometimes hard on his own, but he always insisted he was happy to do it. When I was little, he came to the city on his own, but once he thought I was old enough, he brought me as well.”

“I don’t think any stories can top that,” Molun said with a contented sigh.

“But you’re going to tell them anyway.” Perian was sure.

Molun grinned at him. “Of course.”

Brannal snorted and rolled his eyes, but he looked fond. Arvus just looked indulgent.

So then Perian learned about everyone’s first time, starting with Molun’s very vivid account of a neighboring boy and the stables before he had discovered the joy of the variety here in the castle. Arvus had also come from a small town, though not as isolated as Perian, and he hadn’t actually had sex until he arrived at the castle at the ripe age of eighteen.

“And was instantly smitten with me,” Molun said proudly.

Perian eyed them. “Wait, so you’re—”

“His first,” Molun declared proudly. “And ever since then, we have thoroughly enjoyed figuring out every single thing that we like together.”

They shared a smile that was more affectionate than sexual. Perian was so glad they’d found one another. And maybe a little bit envious. He wanted to be as established as these two were. But their story was a reminder that they, too, had started somewhere and grown into this.

And then they all looked at Brannal, who looked mostly resigned and a bit embarrassed.

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