His feet chose their path, up the stairs and toward his bedroom doorway. Across the threshold spilled the light of scores of candles, a brilliant, golden glow. He looked inside. He was helpless not to. Seeing him, Viera rose with the lithe grace of a serpent, her red-painted lips parted in an inviting smile. Behind her, Inella stood, her expression eager and shy at the same time. Both women were nude.
Aru stared, his mouth a desert. His cock had become an instrument of brutal self-torture, twitching greedily, lusting for what it could not have. He wouldn’t go in. He would not. He shook his head, a mute, desperate negation, even knowing how pointless a gesture it was. Viera was not to be denied. Merciless as a goddess, she demanded her due and would brook no refusal.
She extended one pale, sinuous arm, crooked her finger. “Come in, Aru,” she said in a voice like melted butter.
Intention and action seemed to have become two entirely unrelated concepts. His mind said no. His feet were already carrying him through the door.
Viera laughed, low and sultry. She turned to face Inella, took both of the other woman’s hands and drew her toward the bed. Inella followed, docile as a lamb.
Beside the bed, the two women embraced, their lips meeting in a slow, sensuous dance. Aru watched as their tongues coiled and played, as their hands roamed across each other’s bodies. For a moment, he let his eyes drift closed, let himself see them as they truly were—two ethereal beings wrought of light and color. In her arousal, the brilliance of Viera’s aura was focused at the juncture of her thighs, on that place where her Power lived, the place he wanted to be. The sight of it dazzled him as if she burned from within, her clitoris like a glittering star, her womb white-hot as a sun. He could imagine falling into that brightness, being consumed by it until he was nothing but ash.
Against the muted glimmer of the candles in the empty blackness of the half-world, he saw Viera place her hands on Inella’s shoulders and push her gently down to her knees. He saw Viera place her feet further apart.
Saw Inella’s mouth alight upon the flesh of Viera’s sex like a butterfly upon the petals of a flower.
His eyes flew open. He realized his hand was pressed to his cock through the wool of his trousers, but he had no will to make himself stop. How could he, when they were doing what they were doing?
Inella’s hands slid up the backs of Viera’s thighs, her tongue probing between the lips of Viera’s sex, seeking the hill of her clit. One hand gripping the bedpost, Viera let out a long, slow breath, her eyes fastened on Inella’s. She smoothed her free hand down her own torso, pausing briefly to toy with the pointed tips of her breasts, then pushed her fingers into Inella’s mane of blonde hair. “That’s it, my dear,” she whispered, pulling Inella’s mouth harder and closer upon her, thrusting up and forward with her hips to give the woman better access to her female flesh. Her gaze met Aru’s, for an instant only, but there was a wealth of invitation and insinuation in that glance.
See what she does to me, Aru, her eyes seemed to say. Don’t you wish it was you on your knees for my pleasure? Don’t you wish it was your mouth devouring me?
And god help him, he did wish it. He stepped closer, his eyes traveling Viera’s length from the delicate arch of her neck, to her hair spilling like a dark river down her back, to her breasts with their nipples gone hard like stones. Down to the apex of her thighs where Inella’s mouth worshiped her. Inella’s thumbs parted the swollen pink labia while her tongue lashed over and over at the rigid nub of Viera’s clit. With a hiss of indrawn breath, Viera lifted one bare foot and set it on the mattress so her legs were spread wide. Her pussy lay open to his gaze for but a moment before Inella redoubled her efforts, dragging her tongue up Viera’s furrow from her opening to her clit and back down again.
“Put your tongue inside me, Inella,” Viera moaned, her fingers leaving Inella’s hair to toy with her own clit. Aru held his breath as Inella dipped her head lower and plunged her tongue deep into Viera’s cunt.
Aru’s cock was so hard he thought it might explode. In despair, he released the buttons of his trousers and encircled his aching shaft with a trembling hand. “Please,” he croaked. “Please.”
Viera’s gaze sliced into him, hard and bright in her flushed face. Her hand fisted in Inella’s hair, pulling her mouth away. Breathless, the blonde stared up at Viera, her lips shiny with cream.
“Please? But she does please me, Aru,” Viera said. “She pleases me very much.” Her eyes dropped to his cock, her gaze like a physical touch. His organ twitched and seeped in response. “I can see she pleases you, as well.”
He shook his head, swallowing hard past the dryness in his mouth. “No…please, do not…”
“Please don’t what?” Viera demanded, her voice like a whip. With her fisted hand in Inella’s hair she drew the other woman to her feet, her other hand grabbing Inella’s breast, tugging almost harshly at the nipple, evoking a sharp cry of pleasure-pain. “Don’t touch her?” Her hand slid lower, slipped between Inella’s legs, stabbed up into her cunt. “Don’t use her for my pleasure?” With a wicked laugh, she shoved Inella backward onto the bed. The blonde sprawled there on her back, one arm flung over her head, her legs splayed, gazing up at Viera in open anticipation. Aru could see how wet she was between her thighs, how excited.
“Shall I take her, Aru?” Viera asked breezily, crawling up onto the bed and reaching beneath the pillows. When her hand emerged it held the ivory member she had used on herself two nights before. Looking slyly up at Aru through her lashes, she rubbed the tip of the member on Inella’s breasts, teasing the nipples into tighter peaks, then drew it slowly down the softness of her abdomen.
“Shall I, Aru?” she pressed, sliding the cock up and down Inella’s wet valley, coating it in slickness. Inella writhed and spread her legs wider, pushing her bottom downward to increase the pressure of the smooth ivory on her clit. “Shall I?”
Paldir help me, no. “Yes.”
Rewarding him with a warm smile, Viera lowered her head and dragged her tongue from Inella’s anus to her clit, then suckled the bud gently. Inella responded with a delightful wriggle, mewling like a hungry kitten. Aru’s cock released a surge of fluid. It trickled across his pumping fist and coated his shaft with slickness.
With one last lick for the other woman’s tortured clit, Viera held up the member. “Where shall I put this, Aru?”
God help me, please, just put it away, put it away. Put it away and leave me in peace and torment me no more.
“In her cunt,” was what his mouth said.
Her grin widening, Viera pressed the tip of the cock against Inella’s opening, stretching the inner labia. With the thumb of her other hand, she rubbed the woman’s clit until Inella’s breath rushed in and out of her parted lips and her hips began to grind down onto the mattress. The cock slipped in halfway and Inella drew in a long, hissing breath. Viera pulled it slowly back out, then plunged it in to the hilt.
“Ahhhh!” Inella cried, her back arching off the bed, her hands fisted in the sheets.
Aru’s hand was now sliding up and down his shaft in rhythm with the thrusting of that ivory cock. As he watched, Viera stretched out along Inella’s length, took the tip of one soft breast in her mouth and suckled, her hand shoving the fake member over and over into Inella’s wet sex.
“God, oh god, oh god,” the blonde murmured, her own fingers sliding down across her belly to find her clit. She drew tiny circles around the small, fleshy hill, her hips pushing upward rhythmically to meet Viera’s thrusts. “Ah, ah, ah…yes, like that, oh god help me…”
Viera bit playfully at Inella’s rock-hard nipple, then smiled up at Aru. “Shall I make her come, Aru?”
He shook his head in denial, even as his hand tightened on his cock. If she did not, he thought he would die. “Yes.”
Her thrusts gradually increased in speed and vigor. He watched the muscles and sinews working in her arm as she carried Inella faster and faster toward her crisis. “I want you to com
e together, Aru. You and Inella.”
His cock was so full of blood it was a wonder there was any left in his body. “Yes,” he said, his voice a breath of sound. “Yes.”
Inella was gasping wordlessly now, her entire body on the verge of an explosion. Aru closed his eyes, saw the glow that was her cunt suddenly flare bright and hot. His cock began to swell in his grasp, his seed bursting from the tip, his body filled with an unbearable, shuddering pressure as his climax hammered through him. He forced his eyes open to see Inella’s back arch off the mattress, one hand clutched in Viera’s hair, the other strumming her clit as she screamed. Her cunt spasmed around the plunging thickness of the ivory member, her come glistening along its pale length to drip down between her buttocks. Aru’s seed flecked her thighs and belly, gleaming in the candlelight like pearls on her golden skin.
All the tension left his body as he watched Inella sag back onto the bed, her breath slowing, her heart thudding so hard he could see her ribcage jump with every beat. Viera slid the fake member from Inella’s pussy and left it lying on the sheets, then gathered her close, running gentle hands down her torso and across her hip, pressing her lips to the top of her head.
“You’re sweetness itself, my dear,” Viera said between light, feathery kisses.
Aru felt his stomach clench painfully, his muscles going stiff. Anger, shame, jealousy, lust—he didn’t even know which was which anymore, they had become so intertwined within him, coiled ruthlessly around that part of him he must now acknowledge belonged to Viera.
A whore, he told himself sternly. A woman to be used and then put down again. Except that he could never permit himself to use her, and neither could he bring himself to put her down.
He stood and waited, filled with chagrin, for the women to leave. They didn’t seem to be in any hurry. On the contrary, their lazy, tender caresses were building in warmth and intensity and Aru realized with an inward wail of anguish that they were far from done. As he watched, Inella propped herself on one elbow, her hand sliding down Viera’s belly to nestle between her thighs. Viera stretched out on her back, her arms reaching, pulling Inella’s head to her breast.
Aru’s cock was hard again in an instant. His eyes stinging, he watched Inella tug at Viera’s nipple with lips and teeth, teasing it into a tight, straining pebble. His stomach clenched so hard it bordered on pain, something hard and jealous rising up in him at the sight of this woman’s hands and mouth on Viera’s eager flesh. He couldn’t watch. He couldn’t not watch. Still but for a tremor that shook his whole body, he saw Inella’s fingers lazily explore Viera’s wet furrow, nudging the lips apart and flicking back and forth across her clitoris. Viera’s scent, so different from Inella’s, hovered in the air between them, filling him, inflaming him with arousal and greed and a strange, intimate rage. Her legs spread wider. Inella’s fingertips played around her opening, plucking at the inner lips.
“Ahh!” Viera sighed, stretching out on the bed, arching her back.
He tore his gaze from her beautiful cunt and looked up to find Viera’s eyes open and fixed on him. Heavy-lidded and hot, they burned him, drove deep into him and scoured his soul.
Gently she took Inella’s questing hand and raised it to her lips, her eyes never leaving his. “These hands?” she whispered, licking each finger before guiding them back down to the apex of her thighs. “These hands are your hands, Aru.” She buried her fingers in Inella’s hair and lifted her head from her breast. Smiling, she brushed a thumb across Inella’s mouth. “These lips, they are your lips.” Her eyes drifted shut and she pulled Inella’s mouth back to her breast.
Aru made a sound then that he didn’t recognize, not human enough to be a moan. It was a sound of need at its most basic, a sound felt in every cell of his body. His hand went to his cock and he dropped weakly to his knees, praying for strength, for salvation, for forgiveness as his awareness tore itself free of its moorings and crossed the small space between him and the bed.
He felt Inella recoil as his spirit nudged at the thin, ethereal membrane that surrounded her aura. Her physical body stiffened in shock, trembling, taken aback by the unfamiliar sensation. Again he stroked against her with the fingers of his thought, telling her with his spectral touch what he wanted, what he so desperately needed her to do. And then, understanding, she acquiesced, her body relaxing as her spirit opened to him and invited him in.
Something was different. In Viera’s arms, Inella stiffened, then her body began to tremble. The other woman’s mouth ceased its torture of Viera’s nipples. Raising her head from Viera’s breasts, Inella gazed down at her, her face a mask of painful, desperate adoration. Viera’s breath caught, her hands stilling on the other woman’s smooth flesh.
Inella raised one shaking hand to Viera’s face, cupped her cheek, brushed a reverent thumb across her lower lip. The deep green eyes gazing down at her were filled with urgency, anguish, worship. Her own eyes stinging, Viera leaned into the caress, reaching up with both hands to frame the woman’s face, seeing beyond the skin to what she knew lay underneath. Seeing Aru behind the other woman’s gaze.
He was there.
He was hers.
Her heart thrummed, a brightness beginning there and spreading to fill her whole body. Inella’s fingers combed through Viera’s tousled hair, stroking with a tender restraint that made Viera’s heart flip over.
Arching, she pressed herself all along Inella’s length, her hands drawing the woman’s face closer. “Kiss me,” she said. “Kiss me.”
Their lips met, and a rush of heat flooded from the point of contact all the way to Viera’s toes. Inella’s tongue plunged into her mouth, stroking, tasting, devouring, her lips slanting down hard, her hand fisted in the hair at Viera’s nape to hold her still under the onslaught. With a helpless moan, Viera held tight to the other woman, wrapping one leg tight around her waist. Inella’s hands raked down her back to grip her ass and pull her closer, fingers digging into Viera’s buttocks. Inella’s knee came up hard, her thigh shoving up between the soaking lips of Viera’s pussy, pressing delightfully against her clit. Then the weight of her body came down on Viera, Inella’s breasts crushing her own, her elbows braced on either side of Viera’s head as she continued to ravage her mouth.
Viera was drowning, every nerve in her body singing an incoherent symphony of excitement, need and jubilation. Inella’s mouth tore away at last to raven its way down her throat to her breasts. Viera could only writhe, her hands buried in long blonde hair, while Inella greedily tongued one jutting nipple, scraping her teeth across the hyper-sensitive tip then suckling it deep and hard.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Aru on his knees, still as a statue, his eyes open and staring at nothing, confirming what she already knew. He was no longer in his body. He was here, on top of her, feasting on her breasts as his hand slipped down between her legs to find her slick folds. The only sign of his presence within his own form was the turgid cock that pointed at the ceiling and poured a steady trickle of fluid down its length.
Viera closed her eyes, let herself feel him on top of her. It didn’t matter that it was Inella’s hands and mouth setting her flesh singing—it was Aru’s will that drove them. Viera’s cunt was on fire, her inner muscles beginning to twitch as he stroked her engorged clit. Pushing up with her hips, she tried to lure his fingers toward her opening, needing him to fill her up. His lips never pausing in their exquisite torture of her nipples, he shoved three fingers into her, right to the hilt.
“Ahh, god!” Viera hissed, pressure building in the tender tissues of her clit. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Inella rose up onto her knees and with impossible strength, flipped Viera onto her belly. Grabbing Viera under her hips the woman roughly hauled her ass up into the air, her touch demanding, dominating. Hands roamed across Viera’s buttocks, massaging the soft globes, then those fingers were back in her cunt, plunging deep. Sharp teeth bit into one cheek and Viera cried out at the stab of pleasure-pain that shot right u
p her spine. Lips and tongue followed, soothing the hurt, licking and kissing their way down to her dripping pussy. Inella’s fingers spread her lips wide, then her tongue was there, tormenting the inflamed flesh of Viera’s clit. Squealing with the pleasure of it, Viera wriggled, lifting her ass even higher, shoving her cunt against Inella’s face.
Then the woman’s mouth left her. A hand pushed down on Viera’s shoulders, pinning her upper half to the mattress, the other hand cupping her sex, applying a delightful pressure to her throbbing clitoris.
And then Viera’s eyes closed and her whole body quivered as she felt the cool, ivory cock nudging up against her entrance.
She gazed at Aru where he knelt inanimate on the floor. Felt him in every touch of Inella’s hands on her skin, a man’s touch, not a woman’s. Aru’s touch, bringing fire, kindling her like dry grass in the heart of summer, making her burn so hot she thought there would be nothing left of her when he was done but a pile of cinders.
Her pussy clenched, releasing a surge of fluid. The cock slipped inside her, slowly, inexorably. Over her shoulder, she saw Inella—Aru—watching as it went in, mesmerized by the sight of the member disappearing into her swollen cunt. She held herself perfectly still as he pushed it as deep as it would go, her breath leaving her in a long, slow exhalation.
She shuddered as the tip nudged up against her womb, then withdrew. He fucked her with it in long, deliberate strokes, a rhythmic glide that had her cunt filling with heat and pressure. She saw Inella’s free hand dip down between her own legs, saw it emerge glistening wet. Then that hand moved up above Viera’s grinding hips, began to tease and play around her other opening. One slick fingertip pushed inside, past the tight ring of muscle. Then a second slid in beside it, delicately reaming that tender hole. God, Viera was tingling all over, the sensation centered on the juncture of her legs, on her two openings stretched tight around twin invasions. She was so close to coming she thought she’d die from it.
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