{Jaylin}
Jaylin trudged up the path to Javir's house, her body feeling like it had been run over by a cart. The ritual had drained her completely. Not physically, exactly, but ntally. Having all those mories flash through her mind at once had left her feeling hollowed out, like soone had scooped out her brain and put it back slightly wrong.
At least it was over. No more accidental glimpses into Margaret's sex life. No more inappropriate thoughts every ti their hands brushed.
[Well, no more inappropriate mories to view, anyway,] Jaylin corrected herself. [The thoughts are probably here to stay.]
She pushed open the door, hoping to sneak straight to her room, but Margaret's voice called from the sitting room.
"Jaylin? Is that you?"
[So much for that plan.]
"Yeah," she replied, reluctantly changing direction. "Just got back from the academy."
Margaret sat curled on the sofa, a book in her lap and a glass of wine in her hand. Her silver hair cascaded over one shoulder, still damp from a recent bath. She wore a silky robe that had fallen completely open at the top, revealing the deep valley between her massive tits, and had ridden up her thighs so high it was a miracle it covered anything important at all. The way she lounged there, completely unconcerned with her state of near-nudity, was enough to make Jaylin choke up and almost laugh.
"You look exhausted," Margaret observed, setting her book aside. "Rough day of study?"
"Sothing like that," Jaylin mumbled, fighting the urge to stare.
"Co here," Margaret patted the space in front of her on the sofa. "I can tell your shoulders are tense from across the room."
"Oh, that's not necessary—"
"I insist," Margaret cut her off. "Consider it repaynt for carrying to bed that one night when I had a bit too much wine."
Jaylin froze.
"You rember that?"
Margaret laughed.
"Bits and pieces. Enough to know I owe you a thank you. Now sit."
Too tired to argue, Jaylin slumped onto the sofa in front of Margaret. Imdiately, strong fingers dug into her shoulders, finding knots she hadn't even realized were there.
"Gods, you're tight," Margaret muttered. "What have you been doing to yourself?"
"Ungh," was all Jaylin could manage as those skilled fingers worked their magic.
Margaret chuckled, continuing her ministrations.
"That good, huh?"
"You have no idea," Jaylin sighed, her head drooping forward as Margaret hit a particularly sensitive spot.
The massage continued in silence for a while, Margaret's hands gradually moving from Jaylin's shoulders to her upper back, then lower. Each press of those fingers sent waves of pleasure-pain through Jaylin's body, making her bite her lip to keep from moaning.
"Better?" Margaret asked, her voice close to Jaylin's ear.
"Much," Jaylin admitted. "You're... really good at this."
"Years of practice, hehe," Margaret replied, moving back up to Jaylin's neck. "listair gets the sa knots when he's been working too hard."
The reminder of Margaret's husband should have doused Jaylin's inappropriate thoughts like cold water. Instead, it conjured mories she'd seen through the mory Snare and she felt her face heat up.
"Speaking of the other night," Margaret continued, her thumbs pressing in small circles at the base of Jaylin's skull, "did anything else happen that I should know about?"
"Like what?" Jaylin asked, suddenly tense again.
"I don't know. Perhaps sothing involving lips?"
Jaylin's heart stopped.
"You rember that?"
"So sothing did happen," Margaret sounded triumphant. "I wasn't sure if I'd dread it or not."
"It was just—you were drunk, and you—I an, I—" Jaylin stamred, then took a deep breath. "We kissed. Once. It was an accident."
"An accident," Margaret repeated, her hands pausing. "Like tripping and falling mouth-first onto soone else's lips?"
"No! I an—I didn't plan it. It just happened."
"Mmm." Margaret resud the massage, her touch lighter now. "And did you enjoy this accidental kiss?"
Jaylin could have lied. Should have lied. But sothing about the ritual, about finally being free of the mory Snare's influence, made honesty feel easier.
"Yes," she admitted quietly. "I did."
Margaret's hands stilled, then she gave Jaylin's shoulders a little squeeze.
"Want to do it again?" she asked casually, as if suggesting another glass of wine. "Now that I'm sober enough to rember it properly?"
Jaylin twisted around, her eyes wide. "What?"
"The kiss," Margaret clarified, looking amused. "I'm asking if you want to kiss again, preferably when I'm not about to pass out."
"But—listair—"
Margaret waved a dismissive hand.
"Knows I like to have fun. We're nim, rember? Kissing is practically how we say hello."
"With , though?" Jaylin couldn't quite wrap her head around this. "You actually want to?"
"You're cute when you're flustered," Margaret chuckled, poking Jaylin's nose playfully. "Less thinking, more kissing. Yes or no?"
"Yes," Jaylin said before her brain could catch up with her mouth.
"Good answer."
Margaret leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jaylin's without ceremony.
Unlike their drunken first kiss, this one was purposeful and direct. Margaret tasted like wine and slled like so floral soap, and when she slipped her tongue into Jaylin's mouth, Jaylin made an embarrassing little sound in the back of her throat.
After a mont, Margaret pulled back with a satisfied hum. "There. Much better when I can actually rember it."
"I can't believe this is happening," Jaylin mumbled, dazed.
"It's just a kiss," Margaret said with a grin, turning Jaylin back around to resu the massage. "Though your reaction is adorable. You humans make everything so dramatic." Her thumbs dug into a knot at the base of Jaylin's neck. "Now relax and let finish this. You're still a ss of tension."
As Margaret's hands worked their magic, Jaylin's mind raced. The mory Snare was gone, but this new developnt with Margaret might prove just as overwhelming.
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{lisa}
Morning light flooded the dorm room as lisa stretched lazily in bed.
She'd slept better than she had in weeks, no dream mories invading her rest, no worries about accidentally touching soone the next day.
A splash of color caught her eye. On the nightstand beside her bed sat a small bouquet of wildflowers, carefully arranged in a simple glass. lisa smiled, touching the delicate petals. Raven must have left them before her morning jog.
[Well, this deserves a proper thank you,] lisa thought, an idea forming in her mind.
She slipped out of bed and padded to her wardrobe, pulling out a little package. Isabella had given it to her weeks ago with a wink and a suggestion that it would "drive anyone wild." The perfect opportunity to test that claim had just presented itself.
lisa unwrapped the black lace lingerie and held it up against her body. The material revealed way more than it covered, but that was the point, with strategic cutouts that would showcase her best... assets.
Exactly the sort of thing Isabella's horny ass would like, but for once, lisa wasn't complaining.
After a quick brush of her teeth and fluff of her hair, she slipped into the lingerie. The cool lace against her skin sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. A glance in the mirror confird the effect was everything Isabella had promised. Her tits looked amazing, spilling over the top of the delicate bra, and the bottoms emphasized the curve of her ass while leaving it mostly bare.
Raven usually took exactly forty-five minutes for her morning run. Checking the ti, lisa realized she'd be back any minute. Perfect.
Right on schedule, the door opened and Raven entered, her skin glistening with sweat from her run, her cheeks flushed with exertion. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw lisa, her usually expressionless face showing rare, genuine surprise.
"Good morning," lisa purred. "Enjoy your run?"
Raven blinked, her eyes traveling slowly over lisa's nearly-naked body.
"Yes," she replied automatically. "What are you doing?"
"Saying thank you for the flowers," lisa replied, stretching deliberately to showcase the lingerie. "Do you like it?"
"I..." Raven trailed off, frozen by the doorway.
lisa laughed.
"I'll take that as a yes. By the way, the flowers? Thank you."
A faint blush colored Raven's cheeks.
"They... reminded of you."
"And this," lisa gestured to her lace-covered body, "reminded of sothing I've been wanting to do to you."
She crooked a finger at Raven.
"Co here."
Raven hesitated only briefly before approaching the bed. She still wore her running clothes, her shirt damp with sweat.
"I should shower first," she said, though her eyes never left lisa's body.
"Later," lisa decided, reaching up to grab the front of Raven's shirt and pulling her down onto the bed. "I want you exactly like this."
She straddled Raven, who lay beneath her looking both confused and intrigued. lisa bent down to kiss her deeply. Raven's hands ca up to rest on lisa's lace-covered hips, tentative at first, then gripping more firmly.
She worked her way down Raven's body, removing each article of sweaty clothing with deliberate slowness. Raven watched, her breathing growing heavier, her typically expressionless face showing clear anticipation now.
When Raven was naked and lisa was still clad in the black lace, she slid down between Raven's legs, pushing them apart.
"Just sit back and relax," she instructed, her breath hot against Raven's inner thigh. "Let loose for once. Don't do anything but feel."
"I don't think—" Raven began, but her words cut off into a gasp as lisa's tongue found its target.
For soone who claid to be confused by social norms, Raven's body responded perfectly naturally to pleasure. Her back arched, her hands fisted in the sheets, and the small sounds she made drove lisa wild.
"That's it," lisa encouraged between licks. "Just feel. Don't think."
It took ti, Raven wasn't used to being the bottom when it was just them, but eventually, her resistance lted away. Her hips began moving in rhythm with lisa's tongue, her normally restrained voice rising in volu.
When she finally ca, it was with a look of genuine surprise, as if the intensity of her pleasure had caught her off guard.
lisa crawled back up beside her, grinning smugly.
"See?" she said, wiping her mouth. "Doing nothing productive can be pretty amazing."
Raven lay still for a mont, staring at the ceiling as she caught her breath.
"That was... educational," she finally said. Her hand reached out to touch the lace still covering lisa's breast. "Though your outfit seems unnecessary if that was your intended purpose."
"Oh, we're not done," lisa said with a wicked smile. "I just wanted you to properly appreciate it before you tore it off ."
Raven's eyebrow raised slightly.
"Is that what I'm supposed to do next?"
"Only if you want to," lisa teased.
A rare, decisive look crossed Raven's face. In one swift movent, she flipped their positions, pinning lisa beneath her.
"I want to," she stated simply, before bending to capture lisa's lips with her own.
[Mission accomplished.]
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