Chapter 367: The Offering 2

Something in him pulsed against her fingers on a beat she did not control.

She stroked him slowly, her bare palm sliding along the shaft.

His breath caught.

Pre-cum smeared under her thumb.

The green stocking pulled tight across her thighs when she leaned in. Hazel eyes stayed on what her hand was doing.

"You’re being very careful," Lia said.

"That’s fine. Let me focus.."

"You can go faster."

"Slower is better."

"Not for this."

Lia reached over and put her hand on top of Olivia’s.

Red curls fell forward.

She made the stroke firmer and shorter, with a small twist at the head. Olivia let her.

The wet sound was soft but clear in the quiet room. After a few passes Lia took her hand away, and Olivia kept the new pace on her own.

Her fingers were already slick. The cream panties between her legs had gone darker.

"See?" Lia said.

"I see."

"My turn."

Olivia moved aside.

Lia gripped him tighter than Olivia had dared, one hand at the base and one working the head, her thumb spreading the wet across the slit.

Lor’s hips shifted on the quilt.

His knuckles went pale against it.

Lia’s black stocking pulled tight across her ass as she leaned in. The deep green panties showed through the mesh at the crotch.

Freckles stood out on her shoulder where the sun hit it.

Sophia watched from the left with her lips pressed together.

Blonde twin tails hung still. Her thighs were pressed together.

The pink between them had gone darker. Blue eyes stayed on Lia’s hands.

"Can I?"

Sophia’s voice was small. Her blue eyes stayed on the floor. Blonde twin tails hung still against her cheeks.

Lia shifted by the bed so there was space on Lor’s left. Red curls moved against her shoulder.

"You don’t have to ask. Just come here."

Sophia stepped in. The pink stocking whispered against her thighs.

She knelt and put both hands on him. Her strokes were short and even.

She counted under her breath without meaning to.

One. Two. Three.

Her palms were warm.

Pre-cum smeared under her thumb and made the next pass smoother. She watched her own hands. She did not look at his face.

Lor’s stomach tightened for a second and then let it out slowly. He did not make a sound. The head of his cock stayed wet. His thighs stayed still.

They went around again.

Olivia’s hand was steadier now. The green mesh at her wrist had a darker patch where her palm had rested against him.

She kept her strokes even. Hazel eyes stayed on her own fingers.

Lia’s hand was firmer. She worked the head with her thumb and kept her other hand at the base.

The black stocking clung to the line of her thigh.

Her breasts sat heavy in the deep green bra under the mesh. She watched his face more than his cock.

Sophia’s strokes stayed exact. Short. Careful. She counted again under her breath.

One. Two. Three.

The room smelled of skin and the faint salt of him.

His cock stayed hard. The head stayed wet. His thighs did not shake.

Lia sat back on her heels. The black mesh pulled tight across her ass.

"He’s still not close," she said. "His legs aren’t shaking at all. We’re not doing enough."

"I’m not that easy," Lor said. His voice was low. "You three keep switching off before anything builds."

Olivia looked at her own fingers. They were wet. She wiped them once on the green mesh over her thigh and left a darker streak.

"Is this enough for the Light or not?"

"It feels good," Lor said. "But it doesn’t tell me when it’s satisfied. That’s not how it works."

"I know. I’m asking if what we’re doing is actually working."

Sophia’s hands had gone still on her own knees.

"I said earlier it might not be enough if we only use our hands."

Olivia looked at the head of his cock, then at the wet shine on her palm. Her jaw set.

"Fine. Mouths, then."

She leaned in.

The first kiss was small.

Salt. Heat.

She opened her mouth and took the head, tongue flat against the underside, and held still so she could feel the shape of him.

The ridge sat against her tongue.

A vein pulsed under the skin. His breath went uneven. She felt it in the way his thigh tensed under her other hand.

She moved.

Slow. Shallow.

Her lips closed around him and her hand followed at the base.

The head was warm.

It twitched once against her tongue.

She tasted salt and the faint bitterness of pre-cum. She did not pull back.

She was counting seconds in her head.

Lia watched from the right, "You look too uptight."

Olivia let him slip from her mouth. Her lips were wet. A thin string of spit stretched and broke. Her voice came out rough.

"I’m concentrating. If I don’t, I’ll gag, and then none of this works."

"It still shows. You look like you’re solving a problem instead of sucking him."

Olivia leaned again and took him deeper.

Three inches. Four. The head pressed the roof of her mouth. It was thicker than it looked.

Her throat tried to close. She made herself breathe through her nose until it opened.

The weight of him sat on her tongue. A vein dragged against the side of her mouth.

When she came up, a string of spit stretched from her lip to him and broke.

It landed on the green mesh over her chest.

Sophia had crouched closer.

Pink knees together. Twin tails hanging forward. Blue eyes on Olivia’s mouth. She could see the way Olivia’s lips stretched around him.

"How are you doing that without gagging?" she asked. "It looks like it should be hard."

Olivia answered before she thought about it.

"You relax your throat and breathe through your nose. Don’t think about how far it’s going. Just keep a steady rhythm and it stops fighting you."

She stopped. She had just explained it out loud.

Lor made a sound above her. Half a laugh, half a strained exhale. His cock twitched against her lower lip.

Pre-cum smeared across it.