Chapter 26
LOCHLAN
Smart-Tag Alert:
Subject’s movement has become localized.
Bless you, technology. I don’t know how men of previous generations expressed their affection and commitment to their ladies through the subtle and refined art of stalking without Smart-Tags, but respect.
I glance at the notification on my phone with another grin before I lift my gaze.
Through the bookshelf in one of the lesser-used wings of Ravencroft Library, I watch as Galina sets up her tripod and ring light and then attaches her phone.
She’s already dressed in a delightfully cock-thickening outfit involving a tan leather mini-skirt and, I shit you not, a fur bikini top.
I think the book she’s about to review has to do with Vikings. Now, I have my reservations on the historical accuracy of the mini skirt and fur bikini, but my painfully hard erection does not give one single fuck right now.
I watch as she slips on her blonde wig. Then her mask. She touches up her makeup in a compact, then takes a deep breath.
Velvet Villainess has live streamed a few times before. But never somewhere public like Ravencroft.
My grin widens.
I’ve come to realize that Galina gets off on the attention she gets online as Velvet Villainess. As in, this girl has a solid exhibitionist kink.
I don't even know if she’s put a name to the thrill she obviously gets performing in front of people or to the flutter of arousal I know she’s feeling right now, heightened by the danger of being caught in the library.
But I do know that if I were to bend her over right now and slide my hand between her legs, I’d find her pretty pussy dripping wet.
…Which is exactly why I’m here right now, having stalked her across campus.
I have a problem. I mean, I’ve had one for quite some time now.
But ever since I felt Galina absolutely shatter and come for me with my cock buried in her exquisitely tight ass two days ago, that problem has gone from “something nagging at the back of my mind” to “giant neon sign flashing in front of my face.”
Bluntly, my problem is that after two days, I need to be inside her again.
On the plus side, those two days of not being inside of her don’t have anything to do with either of us “not knowing how to act now” or “wondering how to face each other afterward.”
Not even a little. In fact, fucking Galina in the ass until she exploded appears to have unlocked her Demon Slut Mode.
Ten out of ten. No notes.
Bless.
For the last two days, not only have we been DMing constantly, but those DMs have been filled with spicy pics and her deepest, darkest, dirtiest desires.
And I do mean dirtiest.
How she wants me to tie her up and fuck her ass until she can’t walk.
How she wants me and one of her toys inside her at the same time. She was quite explicit that she meant one of her bigger toys, too.
How she wants to have me come on her face and then walk across campus without cleaning if off.
I mean…marry me?
It truly feels like I might have fucked the safety locks off her, and I love that she feels completely able to tell me everything.
I've returned the favor. Over the last couple of days, I’ve told her all the fucked-up things that I want to do with her, too.
Fucking her in the Social Psychology of Deception classroom directly before class starts, so that she sits there front and center for two hours with my cum leaking into her panties.
Repeatedly coming inside her and then plugging her up with a toy so she walks around with me sloshing around inside her all day, with me also occasionally “topping her up” throughout the day.
Filming her bouncing on my cock like a good girl, then projecting that video onto the side of a campus building at night while I fuck her again in the middle of the quad.
I wouldn’t actually do the projecting it on a building part, for the main reason that I consider her mine now, and fucking nobody gets to see her like that except me. But I knew telling her would tap into that vicious little exhibitionist kink of hers and drive her wild.
It did. Right after I told her that, she DMed me a video of her fucking her pussy raw with three fingers.
This girl is amazing.
But, hot as the DMs have been, we haven’t been able to meet up in person to act out any of those filthy fantasies.
The evening after the morning I spent in bed with Galina, Mom and Dad insisted on Ro and I coming into the city for a family dinner to celebrate Demi winning some academic award at school. Which sort of feels like throwing a party for water for being wet. But, whatever.
The next night, Galina had a “mandatory girls' night” that involved watching movies with her friends…although she spent the entirety of the time DMing me filthy fantasies and sneaking off to the bathroom to send me half naked selfies.
So. Two days.
Two days without being inside her, and I’m ready to burst.
I know she picked this wing of the library to go live because it’s where they stash old records books, and when is anyone really going to come looking for Hawthorne Hollow agriculture data from 1912.
I mean, yes, she might have an exhibitionist kink, but I doubt Galina actually wants anyone barging in on her while she livestreams as her masked alter ego.
Just the same, I poke around a bit to make sure we’re totally alone before I get myself into position. I happen to know…direct from her own lips…that being “surprised” is another kink of hers.
Good.
Velvet Villainess is currently sitting at a small study table in front of a shelf of old, leather-bound books, facing her phone. She’s streaming via her open laptop in front of her, but using the phone and ring light to get better video.
I peek from around the corner of a bookshelf as she grins at the phone and waves to her fans. She types something in the live chat on her laptop, then flashes another killer smile as she makes a heart shape with the fingers of both hands.
She’s holding up a paperback copy of the Viking book while I adjust my mask and pull on black leather gloves. She’s making a swooning face and fanning herself as I squeeze my bulging hard cock through my black jeans.
Go time.
I wish I could see the expression on her face from the perspective of her viewers when my gloved hand darts out from off-camera and wraps around her throat.
But the shocked, whimpering little gasp humming against my fingers is enough to get my dick pulsing in my jeans just the same.
I catch enough of a glimpse of her laptop screen to see the flood of “WTF!!!” comments and people @-ing my screen name before I slam it shut, ending the stream.
“Oh fuck yes,” Galina moans as I bend her over the desk and lift her skirt. I smack her ass hard with my gloved hand, making her squeal and squirm.
“I was going to DM you after the live—”
She moans, whimpering again when I spank her ass a second time.
“I’m not a patient man,” I growl.
I’ve skipped the voice scrambler again because…I don't know.
Okay, fuck it, I do. It’s because she told me the other morning that she liked my voice, and that has maybe stuck with me.
“I wasn’t trying to make you wait—oh fuuuuck…” Her words devolve into moans when I cup her pussy through her little black thong and stroke a finger up her seam.
Yup, I was right.
Soaked.
“What are you—oh fuck…”
She’s unclear what I’m doing when I first slide her mask and wig off. But then she moans when I wrap the blindfold around her face and tie it tight at the back of her head.
“And now,” I growl in her ear, “I get to fucking devour you.”
Galina whimpers when I drop down behind her, lift her skirt, then hook my fingers into the sides of her panties. I slide them down, groaning as I watch them cling wetly to her pink pussy before they peel away.
I slide off my mask and then run my hands slowly up the backs of her thighs.
“Stay like this, little villain,” I murmur against one cheek of her pert little ass before I bite it, making her squeal. “Stay just like this for me.”
Galina cries out when my tongue drags through her pussy lips. I groan, plunging my tongue into her, losing myself in how fucking good she tastes, like sin and sweetness.
Like mine.
My tongue slides up and down her seam before I gently pull her labia between my lips.
My thumbs spread her open as I spear my tongue into her, pushing deep in and out, shallowly fucking her with it.
My thumb slips up the crease of her ass, and Galina whimpers eagerly when I start to trace a slow circle around her asshole.
I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking gently as my tongue swirls around it in time with my thumb on her ass, and Galina loses her mind.
“Oh fuck…FUCK!” she whines, reaching back and sliding her fingers into my hair. I groan into her pussy, sucking harder on her clit as she grips my hair and tugs me deeper into her cunt.
With a low growl, I pull away from her pussy. But her whines of protest melt into whimpers and moans when I sink two thick fingers into her and start stroking them against her g-spot.
My tongue slides to her back hole, and Galina gasps sharply.
“Ghost…”
The only way this could get better would be for her to moan my actual name. But right now, I’m not complaining.
Galina squeals in pleasure when I push my tongue into her ass, swirling it around and dipping the tip in and out. She grips my hair tighter, eagerly pulling my tongue into her.
…I swear to fuck, I’m one rimjob away from proposing to this girl.
I groan as I grab a cheek with my free hand and spread her wide, lewdly opening her tight hole to my eager tongue. I swirl and tease and lick, all the time stroking my fingers in and out of her pussy as it clenches and drips all over my hand.
“Please!” she whines, her voice choked and desperate. “Fuck me!”
My cock bulges painfully in my jeans.
“Specifics, baby girl,” I growl against her ass cheek before I swirl my tongue around her ring.
“Please fuck my ass!” she whines.
Yeah, those are the magic words.