Chapter 384: Lunch 2

Her pussy was flushed and swollen and shining, the outer lips puffy and parted, the inner ones darker pink and slick and trembling.

The first thing Lor noticed was the gem.

It sat in the dark cleft just above her pussy, a small pink stone set into the flared base of a plug, and it was exactly the pink of her panties, so that the two looked bought together.

The paper lamplight caught the facet and made it wink.

Then her body clenched around it, a slow, involuntary little push from the inside, and the gem tilted a fraction before settling again.

Lor’s throat moved. He had not meant to swallow that loudly.

Nellie let go of her skirt.

The plum pleats stayed bunched at her waist.

She reached back with both hands, took a soft handful of each cheek, and spread them apart.

She did it slowly, the way someone does when they have thought about the motion for a long time and still cannot quite believe they are doing it.

The cheeks parted.

The smooth plug was fully visible now, the ring of muscle stretched taut and glistening around the base, a deeper rose against her pale skin.

A thin string of wetness already hung from the puffy outer lips of her pussy. It stretched, trembled, and snapped, landing on the top of her black stocking.

She looked back over her shoulder. Her face was flushed red to the tips of her ears. Her wide, wet eyes found his and stayed there.

"I put it in this morning," she said to the lattice window, in a very small voice. "Before I left the house. I wanted to be ready for the Guiding Light."

The words took a moment to reach him. He had been looking at the way the stretched ring twitched when she spoke.

He dragged his eyes up the line of her back, past the white blouse that had ridden up, to the thick ash-brown braid lying over her shoulder, and found his voice somewhere low in his throat.

"Ready?" he said. "For another ritual so soon? I thought you were doing fine on your own. And why would you need to be ready like this?"

She looked back at him again. The flush deepened until it reached the tips of her ears. Her fingers flexed where they held herself open.

The plug shifted a fraction inside her, and another bead of slick slid out of her and down the freckled skin of her inner thigh.

"Because the Guiding Light likes it," she said, a little too quickly, and turned her face back to the lattice.

"The last ritual we had, it seemed to like that. And afterward, it kept focusing at this the whole time. Right here. So I thought, if I was already prepared with it when the Light came, it would appreciate my preparedness and give me more guidance."

She watched his face as she finished, searching it for the smallest sign that he believed her. When none came, she looked away again too quickly and began to worry the inside of her lip with her teeth.

It was a lie, and a badly told one.

She had prepared it that morning, somewhere between the bath and the oven and the long walk to his house.

Honestly. Nellie did not need the Guiding Light this time.

In the two days since her last lesson she had been getting the hang of her spells, one steady bead at a time, and she could hold a small water orb now without anyone’s hands over hers.

But the Light was the only excuse she could think of that would let her meet Lor.

She also knew that Lor liked her, or at least that he liked having sex with her.

He had made her wear a cat costume, with the ears and the bell and the tail plug, and the last time he had spread her asshole open with such careful attention and fucked her while she meowed.

She remembered every second of it.

The way his hands had held her. The way he had watched her face when she came.

She could not say any of that, so she had hidden it inside the lie.

In the bath that morning she had closed her eyes and imagined it differently.

Steam had fogged the small mirror above the tub. She had been on her knees in the warm water, one hand braced on the cool edge, the other working the plug into herself in slow, careful circles.

The water lapped at her thighs.

In her fantasy, she had pictured his bedroom, and herself bent over the edge of the bed with the same plug already seated.

In that version he had not asked any questions.

"NELLIEEE!" He had groaned her name the moment he saw the gem, low and rough, and dropped to his knees behind her.

His hands had spread her wider than she could manage on her own.

His tongue had found the stretched ring first, licking slow circles around the base of the plug while the gem pressed against his chin, and she had buried her face in the quilt and made small helpless sounds.

Then he had pulled the plug free, slow, and replaced it with his cock before she could cool.

He had fucked her there, one hand between her shoulders keeping her down, the other on her hip, until her thighs shook and the quilt was damp under her mouth.

In the fantasy he had pounded her there all day, until her legs went loose and she could barely sit up.

She had stayed in the bath long enough for the water to cool, one hand between her legs, the other holding the plug in place while she finished the thought.

But in reality.

None of that had happened.

She was in a restaurant cabin instead, bent over a low table with the real plug still inside her, and Lor was still behind her looking.

"Yeah," he said, rough. "The Light does like it. A lot." He pushed the words out one at a time. "Thank you, Nellie. For being so thoughtful."