While Iason packed up, I went back
to the room I was staying in with Brea. I flopped on the bed and tried to
think. Was there some way I could control this? A spell, a glamour maybe? I
rubbed absentmindedly at my hard nipples, budding up through the cloth of my
tunic. I knew all about spells to increase attraction and desire, maybe I could
reverse that, to dampen it..?
Fuck, I couldn’t think. My poor
pussy was screaming for attention. I knew I couldn’t cum, but maybe I could
just take the edge off a little..? That made sense, right?
I managed to get my pants half off
before I couldn’t take it any more, and stuck my fingers into my dripping
pussy. I went straight for my clit–I was too turned on to need any prep, too
turned on to have the patience for any. I just needed to rub, stroke,
pinch, whatever it took to make this squirming agonizing pleasurable emptiness
go away for a moment…
But it didn’t. It just got worse,
better, more intense, whatever you want to call it. Higher and higher, more and
more, while my breathing accelerated, my fingers flying inside me. I could feel
that edge approaching, winding up tighter and tighter until I could finally
burst…
But I couldn’t. I could go right up
to the edge, but then I stayed there, trapped, gasping, panting and pleading…
Hragulf and Mira found me writhing
on the bed, practically sobbing as I begged to cum.
“Look at the little slut,”
laughed Mira. “She’s a mess!”
“Yes she is,” said
Hragulf. “Get in there and help her.”
The bed shifted, and a naked Mira
joined me. She dove in with apparent enthusiasm–she didn’t like me, of course,
but clearly Hragulf had made sure she liked doing as she was told enough to
make up the difference–her fingers, lips, and tongue joining in my
torment.
“Bring her to my study when she’s
ready,” Hragulf said, and walked out.
“You can end this,” said
Mira. “All you have to do is kneel before Master and ask, and he’ll tell
you what you need to do in order to cum.”
I moaned. I wanted that desperately,
but… I could resist! I had to resist!
And resist I did. For all of maybe
a minute and a half before I broke. “Please!” I gasped. “I’ll do
it, I’ll do anything, I need it, I need it, please take me to him!” I
sobbed.
I mean, not actually broke. This was
a clever ruse, obviously. I totally wasn’t too horny to think straight and
desperate enough to give anything in order to be fucked until I screamed.
You’re thinking of the other Lemma, clearly.
Soon after–but long enough that my
horniness went up another notch, from “unbearable” to
“ohgodohgodohgod”–Mira led me by the hand into the study. She had to
hold both my hands, otherwise I would plunge them into my pussy and collapse to
the floor while I frigged myself. We’d learned that the hard way.
To be continued…
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