Twenty-Five Avirin
TWENTY-FIVE
Avirin
Avirin’s head bobs frantically. Previously, the thought of living in service to some faceless husband had unsettled her, but the thought of serving Cascade, or Selbie, or Pye…
Cascade settles back against the loveseat. “On your knees.”
Avirin obeys without question, slipping off the cushions and onto the floor. Her dress bunches around her, and she stares up in anticipation.
Cascade clicks her tongue in amusement. “Always so responsive.” She opens her legs and reaches for her still-smoldering cigar. “Now, show me what the rest of those lessons taught you.”
Avirin wavers.
Cascade’s eyes slide to Pye. “Did they not show you —” Then she chuckles, inhaling a mouthful of smoke. “Of course; you were only learning how to please the men of ‘high society.’” Cascade reaches for Selbie’s chin and guides her to the cigar. “Selbie will teach you. Isn’t that right, darling?”
Selbie’s heavy-lidded gaze tangles with Cascade’s, a smirk curling on Selbie’s lips when she sucks on the cigar. She lifts on her knees, pressing her lips to Cascade’s to pass the smoke between them.
It pangs hot and low in Avirin’s gut. Is that how it looks when she feeds? Luxurious and sultry, an aphrodisiac all on its own.
After a moment against Cascade’s mouth, Selbie maneuvers out of half her clothing.
While Cascade sits on the loveseat, Selbie climbs atop her and faces the ground, their fronts pressed together with their heads at opposite ends.
Selbie’s face hovers above Cascade’s sex, while Selbie’s thighs rest open on either side of Cascade’s head.
It’s an acrobatic position, but given how easily they move together, Avirin suspects they are rather familiar with it.
Lightly, Selbie touches the back of Avirin’s head to bring her closer. Their foreheads bump as Avirin settles her face between Cascade’s thighs. “Remember what you like when someone is treating you,” Selbie advises. “You can do so many things with your tongue.”
There is a knot in the bark between Cascade’s legs, a small knob that sits above a hollower impression. The bark curves sensuously on either side, resembling the folds Avirin has between her own legs. She lowers her mouth and extends her tongue, carefully tracing Cascade’s clit.
Cascade makes an appreciative sound, and Selbie suddenly gasps, her hips moving back toward Cascade’s face.
Then Selbie pauses, her mouth tilting wryly. “She’s toying with us. She’ll only please me the way you please her.”
Cascade’s voice is muffled. “A perfect way to ensure the best possible training.”
Selbie’s jaw sets, and she brushes some of Avirin’s hair back to get a firmer grasp on it. “Use the tip of your tongue against her bud, like this.” She brings Avirin’s mouth to hers, flicking her tongue against Avirin’s until Avirin squirms with pleasure.
She knows that feeling. She has felt it between her legs when Pye or Selbie put their mouths on her, and there is something so unspeakably erotic about Selbie performing the same motion in her mouth.
Once Selbie pulls away, Avirin tries to keep her thoughts in order when she returns to Cascade’s cunt.
Cascade’s hips rock, and Selbie moans. “Do that with your lips closed around her.” Selbie demonstrates on Avirin’s mouth again, and Avirin presses a fist between her legs to keep from rutting into the open air.
She lowers her mouth again, suctioning her lips around Cascade’s clit and fluttering her tongue.
Cascade curses, and Selbie’s hands dig into Cascade’s thighs while she rocks back against her.
It feels like a lead is tugging Avirin, a knot tied around her stomach and pulling her in. She places her hands on either side of Cascade’s thighs to push them apart, allowing her tongue to press deeper into Cascade’s core.
Her hands are suddenly pushed away. For a moment, she fears she’s done something wrong, that she’s upset Selbie in some way, but Selbie looks surprised. When Avirin looks down, her arms take on a life of their own, folding in against her body before her wrists secure themselves behind her back.
She glances over her shoulder. Pye hasn’t moved, save for one of his delicate hands lifted in the air. When he clenches his fist, pressure tightens around Avirin’s wrists. Pye’s eyes are dark and dangerous. “Let’s see you work with just your mouth.”
It leaves a scorching hole through Avirin’s stomach. She tugs against the hold, but Pye’s magic holds her fast. “Just a party trick?” she retorts.
Pye’s smile is wicked and languid. “I’m certainly having a lark.”
The clash stokes the fire inside her. She turns back to Cascade, her brow knit when she’s forced to lean her chest against the loveseat to maintain her balance. She has no choice but to bury her face against Cascade’s cunt, and she does, moaning at the languorous drip of Cascade on her tongue.
Cascade groans. Her desire clings to Avirin’s face, but she doesn’t care. She pushes deeper, mouthing against Cascade until Selbie whines, “Like that.” Her fingers tighten in Avirin’s hair and guide her rhythm, dragging her face between Cascade’s legs in long strokes.
Stars burst in Avirin’s stomach. Being reduced to an object of pleasure has never seemed so arousing, and she pursues it, allowing Selbie to use her to enact her will on Cascade.
Small, red flowers sprout from Cascade’s knot. Their filaments strain toward Avirin, and she teases the flat of her tongue against the delicate stamens, smearing her mouth between soft petals.
Cascade shudders and bucks. Runes glow in Selbie’s skin as Cascade applies the same fervor between her legs. Avirin’s face is powdered with pollen, but she doesn’t stop moving her mouth between Cascade’s legs until Cascade’s entire body tightens.
Selbie curses and shudders, her cheek pressed to Avirin’s temple. Avirin maintains her pace, determined to bring both women to the peak, and Cascade’s leaves shiver when she rolls against Avirin’s mouth.
The sweet rush of her release drips over Avirin’s chin, but Avirin continues, slowing only once Selbie is twitching and combing through Avirin’s hair. Selbie kisses Avirin languidly, licking Cascade’s desire from Avirin’s face before she holds it in admiration. “A perfect student.”
Avirin barely restrains herself from mewling at the praise.
After a moment, Cascade settles Selbie back onto the seat and moves down to the floor.
She grips Avirin’s cheeks in one hand and kisses her slowly.
It steals her breath, but then Cascade lies back on the floor, stretching like a cat and settling her head between Pye’s feet.
“Attend me, Lady Riften.” She crooks two fingers.
“Let’s show your husband what they’re missing. ”
Pye’s smirk doesn’t dissipate, but their breaths are deeper, chest rising and falling beneath the open buttons of their shirt.
Avirin crawls into place over Cascade’s mouth, gripping Pye’s legs while she straddles Cascade’s face.
She draws sounds out of Avirin immediately, and Avirin presses her head into Pye’s knee, holding her skirts aside to watch Cascade’s tongue.
Behind Avirin, Selbie draws closer, tracing fingers against Avirin’s back. Whatever else she’s doing makes Cascade groan against Avirin’s cunt, and Avirin’s hips stutter at the sensation.
Pye brushes a hand through Avirin’s hair. What must she look like? Pathetic. Debased. Debauched. Her mouth hangs open, caught on a constant string of whimpers.
Pye drags their thumb across her lip. He collects the remnants of her saliva and laps it up, like it might hold some semblance of the noises she makes.
Avirin shudders. She remembers what Pye’s mouth can do. Her hips buck, grinding against Cascade’s face like an animal in heat. Cascade hums with approval, and when Selbie moves behind Avirin, it rocks Cascade and drags her lips against Avirin’s pussy.
A warm coil winds tighter in her belly. Her fingers grip Pye’s trousers, and Pye touches her cheek softly to bring her unfocused eyes back to his. “Don’t release it yet.”
Selbie cackles. “Oh, he is mean.”
Avirin wants to sob. The pleasure is too strong, swarming her and dragging her toward an inevitable conclusion.
Pye curls their hand gently around her throat. “Do not.”
She nearly cries at the sudden swarm of desire. If he doesn’t want her to come, then why is he touching her like this? This touch should be threatening. It should be terrifying. No one else has held her this way, yet having her throat in Pye’s hand makes her body pulse with need.
She presses further into his grip, and his eyes spark. Cascade doesn’t slow her motions; if anything, she’s more intent to bring Avirin to the pinnacle, filling the room with their slick sounds. There is some war of domination between Cascade and Pye, and Avirin is trapped at its white-hot center.
She keens. For every second she holds back, the pleasure grows. Her toes curl while she rides Cascade’s mouth, and Pye’s fingers tighten enough to make her head spin.
Everything they’ve done tonight should be wrong, but somehow, the shame acts like kindling to the heat inside her.
Her mind may be addled with lust, but it’s clearer than it’s ever been, a still lake where she can see straight to the bottom.
How can this be wrong? How can finding joy and pleasure in each other, without force, without persuasion, be worthy of damnation?
Why should she feel guilty for any of this?
She can’t hold it together. She needs some relief from this delicious torture, needs to fall over the edge. Pye lowers his head to press their foreheads together, breathing in her gasps and moans. “Please,” she whimpers. “Let me. Please —”
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs. “So perfect. You bear it so beautifully.”
Pleasure jolts through her body. He refuses her, yet everything he does is meant to shatter her. It’s cruel. It’s awful. It’s exactly what she wants. It’s too much, too good, and she can’t — she can’t —
“You can,” Pye breathes. “I know you. I know you can.”
She grits her teeth, warring with the pleasure that threatens to consume her. “Please — have —” Her voice cracks. “Mercy, my gods —”
His touch is devastating in its gentleness. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not until I tell you.”
She nearly sobs. “I can’t —”
“Hold onto it.”
“Please!”
“There you go.”
“Please, Sir —”
His hand tightens with a growl. “Now. Come for me.”
She can’t think. Can’t speak. Can only claw at his legs while she falls apart against Cascade’s mouth.
The wave of pleasure overtakes her, but Pye does not leave her.
He presses awed words to the top of her head, lowering his mouth near hers as if he can inhale her release. As if he can feed from her.
The chair and Pye’s steady grip keep Avirin upright. She shakes and trembles, but her hips have a mind of their own, still rocking against Cascade’s tongue until it’s too much.
Pye cups her face in his hands, smoothing sweat-slick hair back from her forehead. “Did you get what you need?”
His hatched eyes stare into hers. She wants to get lost in him. She wants to reach for them, to pull them into her, but she can barely move. Of course she enjoyed herself. Of course she fed. That hunger is sated, but they both know she has a craving for something more.
For him.
Pye’s fingers dance across her clavicle until Avirin’s legs tremble, and with Pye’s help, she unmounts and sinks to the floor. Her limbs feel like jelly, and when Cascade reaches out to tug Avirin against her, Avirin curls into her side.
She hums at the patterns Cascade traces against her skin while Selbie rocks against Cascade. By now, Selbie’s back is to them, hips swirling in hypnotic figure eights against Cascade’s pelvis. She lifts her hair off her neck to look coyly over her shoulder, her motions slow and sensual.
Pye’s calf presses against Avirin’s back. Already, her arousal stirs to life again.
Cascade sighs dreamily. “I think I’ll extend my stay an extra week.” She trails a covetous hand over Selbie’s waist and rolls her hips. “Perhaps two.”