The crack of heels on tile rose to my ear as I reigned in my breathing. They belonged to Illia; she approached us from behind to hand Ainset a length of venom-green ribbon. "This one's under my ward; she may as well look the part."
Ward.
The word settled upon me like one of Prava's knit sweaters, warm, but itchy.
"Your performance exceeded expectations, believe it or not," she said, as Ainset tied my braided ponytail's end with a bow. "Forming a successful bond with Ainset will take time. Today, we intended to gauge your willingness, as well as your pliability."
I placed my palms on the floor and pushed up onto my butt, eyes rising to hers.
Pliable.
Ainset wrapped me in her arms, cheek pressed to the back of my neck, "Mmhmm, my freshman girly gushed so good."
A wiggle ripped through me, adjusting my cock between my legs, feeling too seen in the open space.
Illia continued, placing two fingers on the bottom of my chin; her perfume hit me again, so thick that I blinked thrice, "I want you to speak freely. In these sessions, your internal space is essential. Ainset's value judgements and my intuition can only reveal so much. Are you uncomfortable?"
Yes.
Absolutely, I was seen, vulnerable, my edge dented, being treated like a toy. Despite explicit instructions to be open, I still expected a hammer to drop. My voice came shaky, "I think so, this is all- new to me."
"But you did so good," Ainset said, planting a kiss on my shoulder, lips pressing a little too hard.
"Of course. You don't often treat this side of your persona? I imagine you play the role of aggressor- with Cora?" Her nails traced along my cheek, back into my hair.
Pressure grew between my tight-held thighs, my length flooding again.
My- clitty? I tested the word in my head. It didn't sit right. How much does she know?
They could have surveilled us already, rutting in the attic. Cora and I considered the possibility, but it seemed far-fetched, and our needs outweighed it. Now it didn't seem unlikely.
"You're right," I said, and nibbled at a fringe of loose skin on my lip, "I usually just do the boy stuff."
"I could tell, the way you approached things with Ains." Her hand worked its way to the back of my head, circled the base of my braid. I didn't take my eyes off hers, but felt them wanting to wander, down to the V of her cleavage, to the slit on her hip. My mouth wetted.
"She skipped all the foreplay," Ainset agreed, arms working down my middle.
That was you!
"Correct, but it's only day one. No points deducted," Illia squeezed, my hair pulling taut, "Still, it begs a lesson, feeling up to one?"
Fuck. Blood rushed, and I throbbed hot between my legs. My body still ached. I thought I'd spent everything, coming undone on the floor, but I couldn't turn this down. I needed the advantage; I had to push myself.
I pulled a wrist across my still-wet cheeks and said, "Yes."
Her stance shifted with a soft squish, "Bloom's girls practice control."
She turned and stepped toward her desk, yanking me. My hands hit the floor. With another tug, my ass rose and my cock broke free from my thighs, thwapping against my belly.
Ainset's fingers trailed along my back. The Esprit's lower lip was between her teeth, looking giddy.
"They don't expose their weaknesses," she released my braid, only to catch it again at its bow, "Unless it suits their ends."
Brass fingers bit into my rear, "Eager girl."
Yes.
Illia's wide hips and luxurious ass rolled in front of me as I crawled on hands and knees. She turned and perched upon her desk, long, pale legs spreading the hip-high slit of her dress. Between them was a green lace thong with a wetspot at its bottom, its bottom strap curved around a silver, emerald-studded plug. The sight of it hit me with essential pressure.
Holy shit- She's socketed.
That plug wasn't stone and metal; it was an Esprit, living within her.
She led me closer by my hair, planted a finger to her inner thigh, inches above her knee, and ordered, "Kiss."
I leaned in and pressed my lips to her warm, powder-soft skin, pursed them, and kissed.
Ainset's chin set onto the arch of my back, her hand running up and down against my belly, sliding between it and the head of my cock. Each pass sent a wave through me.
Illia's finger trailed up her thigh, and I followed, planting soft kisses. I dared to open my mouth, tasting her. The skin was allspice.
My bow-bound braid dropped onto my back as Illia moved that hand to my scalp, scratching at it with pointed fingertips, "Helevast, take my pen, record consent for student-teacher coupling, date of commencement. Act, cunnilingus. Purpose, academic demonstration."
The sound of scribbling lit from behind her, and I caught a glimpse of willowy green through the crook of her thigh.
She's going to let me...
"Serica, in accordance with the code of conduct, speak your agreement." I pulled my lips away, trailing spit, "I agree."
"Oui, as do I," she said, finger trailing the line between her thigh and the mound of her crotch, "Proceed."
Thick outer lips pressed tight against her thong's wet green lace.
Ainset grabbed my cockhead and squeezed, "She's leaking for you, Illia."
Veering into the cleft of her thigh, allspice hot salt. My lashes fluttered, and my balls tensed.
Illia hooked a finger beneath her thong's hem, paused, then lifted, pulled, and set it to the opposite side. In its place, glistening mocha-colored petals rose to a crest, "Lick, slow."
Obliging, I ran my tongue over it, from bottom to top, eyeing the trimmed patch of curled brown hair above it. Heady, salty, her hips gave the smallest buck.
Cora had balked at any mention of me tasting her. I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I lapped, again and again. Her soft flesh mashed under my tongue, fingernails pressed into my scalp, her legs rose wide, knees bent.
"More attention, at the top... small flicks... Oui, that is the technique."
Her hips twitched, and then she leaned forward, grabbing me by my braid and pulling it back. Our seal broke, and I gazed down at her spit-slicked sex.
What now? Did I-
She brought her leg over my head, and it was gone, hidden again between her thighs.
"Lesson concluded. Ainset, would you care to reward her participation?"
She wouldn't let me see her come undone? Or maybe I wasn't capable?
Ainset's head ducked beneath me, hair sliding against my belly as she retook me into her slippery, cold mouth.