Ch 16–
I fiddled with the heavy circles of brass anxiously. We’d received our first dungeon token from Valant, and another from our general studies class afterwords. The thick coin had the school crest on one side and a big number one on the other.
I had to dismiss my Familiars for the duration of the boring gen stud class, so that I could recover mana. It gave me plenty of time to stew on the insurmountability of Valant's final exam.
I resummoned the girls as soon as I could. I felt... Weird without them at my sides, finding myself turning to make comments or ask opinions only to find them missing.
My familiars accompanied me to my following class, which felt much more natural. Lucy held my hand, swinging it playfully in hers while we chatted about anything that caught her eye. Lorna floated solemnly at my shoulder, mostly listening.
We drew looks from students in the halls. My Familiars were a heady cocktail of unusual and thunderously hot.
But no one commented, much.
To our faces.
It was a big school and there were plenty of weird power sets.
But my imagination could hear a shift in the tamber of conversations behind us.
“Good job trying to organize the class, Lorna.” I praised the woman floating along beside me. “Sorry we scuffed it up so bad.”
Lorna inclined her head.
“You and your classmates performed as well as may be expected of ones so inexperienced.” She murmured. “I was impressed that you nearly landed a blow.”
I blushed.
“Honestly, that was sheer luck.” I confessed. “I just happened to be using your skill to try and get close right when she did that wind blast thing.”
To my surprise, Lorna shook her head. “Your battle intuition is strong.”
I blinked, embarrassed and more than a little skeptical.
I was pretty sure it was luck. But Lorna’s compliment felt really, really good.
And she was an expert, as far as I knew. Maybe she was onto something.
I held my head a little higher. Maybe I did belong here.
“Know what else she has good intuition about?” Lucy grinned suggestively.
“What would that be?” Asked Lorna, sounding interested.
“Filling you up with her fat cock—“ moaned Lucy, loudly.
I nearly tackled her, clamping my hand tight over her mouth.
Several conversations around us halted as students turned wide eyed.
“NOTHING TO SEE HERE!” I cried, shrilly.
We scurried around the next corner and into a bathroom.
I dragged Lucy into a stall. Thankfully, the stalls were fully walled and quite private. I blessed the school for not hiding good bathrooms behind tokens like they did with most of their amenities.
“Lucyyyy!” I scolded. “You cannot say shit like that in the halls.”
I pinched her cheeks and tried to glare. But her sincere adoring face got to me, and a smile broke through.
“Just… just try and keep our sex life more private, please.” I grumbled.
“Yes, master.” She sighed, obediently.
I felt a pleasurable stirring.
“That is good to know.” Remarked Lorna, drifting through the wall of the stall, serenely.
I whipped around to the ghost girl. She leaned over to closely examine the bulge in my pants, with a thoughtful expression.
I hastily adjusted myself so that my swelling cock laid hot and pulsing against my tummy.
“Perhaps it would be best to relieve you before your next class.” Lorna suggested. Her voice had dropped a degree and was developing something of a purr.
I looked up in surprise. I had been sure she would be the reasonable one, to balance Lucy’s insatiable chaos, and my me-ness.
“It’s the sensible thing.” Lorna reasoned.
She started untying the neck bow on her chemise. It evaporated slowly, losing substance like mist in the sun.
Lucy and I stopped wrestling and stared at Lorna revealing her lithe body.
She ran her hands down herself, slowly and deliberately dispelling the lingering mist that obscured her. Her body was slender, with the lithe grace and power of a dancer. I would tower over her, if her feet ever touched the ground. Her perky tits bobbed as her fingers brushed over them. Her tight waist flared to beautiful lithe hips, and a smoothly shaved pussy with cute little lips.
She drifted in a little circle in the air like a ballerina in slow motion, tossing her waterfall of blue hair upwards where it floated slowly like she was underwater. It gave us a glorious view of her tight, pert ass cheeks, and the smooth contours of her bare back and shoulders.
She caught our eyes and a small, amused smile graced her sculpted ethereal lips.
“I can’t become substantial long enough to pleasure you fully.” She admitted. “This vessel will need to be much stronger for that to be possible. Perhaps Lady Lucy will lend me some assistance?”
“Uh huh!” Lucy nodded dumbly, mouth agape staring at the ethereal beauty before us.
I felt the same. I squeezed Lucy’s hand tightly, and received the same in return. Lorna was glorious. And her little show was getting us both extremely excited.
“Strip her for me, Lady Lucy.” Lorna instructed, covering her body with her hands in a way that was somehow even more erotic than leaving herself exposed to us.
Lucy scrambled to obey and in short order my clothes were in a neat stack on a little shelf in the corner, along with her own. The bunny girl bounced back, her big titties jiggling excitedly. She pressed herself against me, warm and squishy. Her sexy body against mine sent a thrill through me from the tip of my fingers, straight to my throbbing shaft.
My cock bobbed heavily with my heartbeat, and I felt my nipples hardening delightfully under my Familiars’ avaricious eyes.
Lorna’s hands started working subtly over herself, running luxuriously over every inch of her skin, making me extremely jealous.
“I can’t touch you very much, but perhaps….” Lorna murmured thoughtfully. “Let me offer you some…”
She drifted close, and softly blew her cold breath into my ear, sending a pleasurable thrill down my spine.
“Provocation.” She whispered, so, so soft.
Her breath tickled my ear and sent a thrill down my neck.
Then her chilly lips pressed hard into my own. I responded enthusiastically, running my hands over her back, while I had the chance. Her skin was smooth and the shape of her was intoxicating.
Too soon, the moment passed and my hands and lips were left grasping cool mist.
Lorna gasped, and locked her eyes on mine with frosty intensity. A lightening blue in her cheeks showed me her flush. She looked at me with longing that I absolutely reciprocated. And I could feel Lucy’s torrential arousal growing as she cuddled her warm naked curves into my side.
“Part your legs for us, Lucy.” She said, huskily.
Lucy grinned, kissed me hotly, her tongue seeking mine possessively, then she slowly stood back and deliberately spread her legs, eyes alight with sensuous promise. She stood with legs parted and hands clasped behind her back, back lightly arched to accentuate and present herself. Her pussy was already leaking down her inner thigh.
Lorna smiled. She took a moment to caress her cold fingers over Lucy’s juicy curves. I felt Lucy’s body surge with pleasure at the icy sensation trailing over her body. Tiny goosebumps broke out over her skin where Lorna touched. I watched her breasts swell and her nipples harden as Lorna gave each a ghostly kiss. Lucy panted, but held still, unwilling to miss even a single ghostly caress.
I smiled. She was so obedient. And I could feel Lorna’s desire to control her. They were feeling each other out. Setting the tone for their dynamic, going forward. And it looked like Lorna would be on top. And Lucy would be very, very happy to let herself be a toy.
I started stroking myself lazily, watching the intoxicating show.
Lucy looked like she wanted to lunge at my ghost girl or me, but she held her pose doggedly and allowed Lorna to drift around her and sensually tease and admire her. Lorna whispered in her ear, and Lucy nodded frantically.
Lorna went substantial again, her nude body losing its transparency and going from a spectral shade of blue to a much more human shade.
She grasped Lucy’s soft cheeks in one of her delicate hands and shoved her tongue through the busty bunny girl’s eager, parted lips. The two of them made out slightly violently, with Lucy squirming in Lorna’s grasp, but unwilling to break her assigned pose without permission.
Lorna’s slender fingers danced elegantly over Lucy’s soaking folds, opening her, teasing her, and caressing her.
Too soon, Lorna faded back into insubstantiality.
Lucy gasped in desperation, stumbling forward slightly as she tried to maintain contact.
“Huh, huuuhhhhhhhh!” Lucy crooned, legs trembling as she struggled to keep her pose.
Lorna breathed heavily, in little cold puffs. “I think she’s ready for you, Eir.”
Lucy locked her eyes on me, pleadingly.
I watched as another line of Lucy’s gloriously generous wetness dripped from her well-teased pussy, and began drizzling down her already wet leg.
I went to her, and ran a finger up her slick inner thigh and gave her pussy a single delicate stroke.
Lucy pranced on the spot.
“Please.” She panted. “I’m ready! Please take me! I need it! I need you! Please, master! I need you inside me!”
Lorna's fingers slowly caressed her own pussy, and pinching and squeezing one of her perky nipples in her other hand as she stared at us with powerful intensity.
I could feel her anticipation and arousal through our bond, a building, hungry NEED. And an intense satisfaction at the results of her preparation of Lucy. She could see the kind of effect she was having on us: stoking us to a near frenzy with just a few looks, words, and expert touch.
And she loved it.
She gave me a fleeting, secretive wink that made my knees go a little weak.
I shoved Lucy back against the wall with a thud. Her eyes went wide.
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