"How do you work this thing?" Ainset giggled, working at the straps of my harness. My blouse and skirt already lay on the floor.
Illia still sat at her desk, heels propped, unwrapping a foil-bound piece of black licorice.
Her greedy, metallic fingers had enough give not to pinch. "Let go of the dick!"
I couldn't help but smile. "Alright here," I said, popping the button, and it slapped free against her shoulder.
"You can leave the rest-" My breath caught as she took me entirely into her mouth. A roar rose within me as I tried to fight off the sensation, smooth as glass, cool and oiled, but it had give, held tight, and gulped.
"That's not going to work," Illia said and placed the candy onto her tongue.
Shit, pull it together...
I had to perform. This was part of my probation, and that knowledge dwarfed any trepidations over Cora's potential jealousy.
Impress Illia. Draft Cora round one. Navigate polarity and the risk of shattering.
I clenched my stomach and placed my hands on Ainset's shoulders, pulling her off it with a juicy pop.
She pouted, "Fine then, later, you can sleep with it in my throat."
Holy shit.
I knew unbound were filthy, but this went beyond.
While her body rolled in the air, she slid her hand down her belly, worked her fingers between her labia majora, and spread them wide. The Esprit's slick heat spilled a droplet of feminine essence that rolled down her ass, "Nnnf-" she bit her lip, and wiggled her toes, honing in on my stiff length. I set my hands upon her thighs and gripped tight as she reached out and tweaked my nipple.
"Uh-ah-!" The sound pulled from me, soft, and my cheeks went red.
"There she is..." Illia said, "Our girl."
The words bristled me. Cora had taken to calling me her man in these scenarios. It stoked something within me. In my day-to-day life, I presented feminine, even cute when needed, but this was different.
Ainset's arms hooked beneath mine, then she set to grinding her folds along my shaft, rocking back to kiss my tip with her entrance before sliding away. My back arched, pressing my breasts against hers. They held firm, mushing mine flat to my chest.
She pressed, holding me in place, and picked up her tempo, hips slamming mine. Between my legs, there was only sensation, lightning, and the force of her gyration.
"Nnnh-gah!" My teeth clenched, and my arms writhed against her back.
This must be what it's like to be fucked.
"There you go, sweetie, just enjoy the ride."
"Mmmh-" This isn't how you bond.
I was supposed to be fucking her, getting her off. AInset's thighs squeezed shut around it, and she began milking me. A pulse ran up my length.
I'm not even inside yet.
"There you go, sweetie, gush for me."
I turned to Illia, hoping for some out, some instruction. She only tsked, stretching out a leg.
Ainset's hips rocked, and she started to giggle, the hard nub of her clit dragging across me. Higher-ranked Esprit were harder to bring to climax. Her rank was a mystery, but I hoped it was high; otherwise, my performance was tragic.
"Haah- Oh... Oh fuck..." My voice echoed off her neck. She grabbed my knees, spread them wide, and pounded me senseless, her legs slapping against my balls.
"Gush- gush- squirt for me baby!" My fingers hooked into the jagged break along her shoulder, and she squirmed, throwing her arms wide to brush me off. I clocked the opening, but didn't have it in me to capitalize, trying desperately to hold on, at the brink of coming undone.
You've done this before.
My sack tensed, and I held on to her tight, "Ohhhhh- oh fu- Haaeee~♥" my voice squealed high-pitched. I grimaced at the sound of it, my cock spigotting cum into the air that pinged against her back like rain on a tin roof.
Slowly, she lowered me to the chill marble floor, nuzzling the side of my head. Used, held. I finished, that was nice, but I wanted to perform.
This is some cruel joke. My eyes couldn't help but flutter as Ainset whispered, lips pressed against my ear, "Sweet girl, I loved every second."
My neck pressed into her. What the hell is wrong with me?
This felt right, and that niggled at me. Her palm massaged up and down my now flexible shaft, pushing warm waves through my core, "There's a happy clitty."
I tensed, but didn't fight her off. Illia still watched, I couldn't reckon whether the judgement I felt was hers or my own. The cold stone against my arms, like tile, her eyes, the loss of control, all evoked the bathhouse.
The Professeur did not interrupt. I threw my head to the side, my face scrunched.
"My sweet girl," she ran her other hand through my hair, "It's okay."
Why are you-
"Shhh- you're okay." Her fingers wrapped my shaft, kneading, milking out aftershocks, "I love your hair, it's so thick," she gave it a light tug, "Do you ever braid it?"
No. why-
"Serica?" she spoke softly, coaxing.
"I don't," I said, my cock flaccid, sticky. Ainset squeezed, working it close to my sack.
"You should let me, I think it would suit your features...You can talk Serica."
"Are you making fun of me?" I winced.
She remained calm, pulling her fingers down through the knot of my hair, unwinding it. "No," she let go of my cock, wiping her hand along my hip, then began working at my locks. "I'm trying to help."
I traced Illia's shelves with my eyes, sinking.
No one treats you like this.
My chest shook. Each yank, tug, run of her fingers, pulled shame through my skin like sweat. Parting my lips, air warbled into and out of me.
"I've seen you before," she said, "I know this."
Behind us, a pen scratched parchment. I rolled onto my side, brought my arms to my chest, and my knees to my arms.
"Such pretty hair, you're a beautiful girl."
I let go of the moment, let time slip, and my body take over, sobbing.