Page 66 of Self Studies

“The most sensitive part of a woman is the neck, touch it, now,” Saffron demanded.

Beryl scoffed. “It’s the stomach.”

The two locked gazes.

“Like this?” I drew their attention back to me.

Lifting my tank-top, I poked my stomach while scratching my neck. Beryl laughed while Saffron rolled his eyes.

“Let’s try this with less clothing on,” Beryl said. He looked at Saffron. “No touching. Only directing. You keep your dick in your pants.”

“Some kissing,” Saffron countered. “Aphrodite’s struggling with her imagination, which you would know if you ever showed up to Metaphysics. We both keep our dicks in our pants.”

“Life doesn’t always have to be a teaching moment.” Beryl’s posture relaxed. “But I’ll take your terms, Boy Scout.”

A whirlwind of hands left me naked on Professor Garnet’s brown bedspread. The two stepped back, watching me with heated gazes. One at a time, I touched my stomach and then my neck as they directed.

Although I wished it was their hands touching me, the gentle waves of pleasure I elicited from myself were freeing. The two mages devoured me with their eyes. Their directions went from simple touches to specific patterns, even tracing runes against my skin. Though with no magic, they didn’t activate.

“Is your socket sensitive?” Saffron asked as my hand passed over the metal on my hip.

I fingered the puckered scar tissue around it. “Not especially.” I paused. “Are sockets very common?”

“No,” Saffron answered. “It’s not legal or usually stable.”

I bobbed my head, unsurprised, and filed the information away for later.

“I’m getting blue balls over here,” Beryl cut in testily, glaring at Saffron. “You can have a tutoring session later.” His voice slowed down as he focused on me once more. “Run your fingers along your sides and trace your pelvic bone until you can feel your clit.”

I studied his face as I did as he instructed.

Heat blossomed from the little nub making my stomach muscles clench. Without Beryl instructing me, I started pulsing, and waves of tingly heat filled my core. Beryl’s gaze darkened before he darted forward. He crushed one of my breasts in his hand and pillaged my mouth with his tongue.

“Nope,” Saffron barked. “I’m not okay with that. Back up.”

With a final nip at my lower lip, Beryl did. I pouted and copied his instructions on the same breast before arching into my fingers.

Saffron ran a hand down his front and groaned. “Rule change. No kissing. Aphrodite, we’ve given you the tools to use your imagination. What do you want to happen next?”

I ran my other hand across my stomach, trying to figure out if I could finger myself with both hands at the same time. “Ah, an orgasm?”

Saffron snorted. “As eloquent in the bedroom I see.”

I flushed but didn’t stop my exploration.

“And how are you going to get it?” Beryl asked. “Because we’re not going to give it to you.”

I made a frustrated squeak, and Beryl laughed.

Closing my eyes, I ran my fingers up and down my throbbing slit. Saffron stopped my motions and guided my fingers back to my clit.

“Light, just enough pressure and friction to get you started,” Saffron said, right next to my ear. He sucked my lobe into his mouth. I couldn’t tell if it was Saffron’s fingers or mine pressing on the swelling nub.

On my other side, Beryl blew a stream of cool air up my neck. Another layer of sensation added to my pleasure. “More pressure. Bigger circles.”

I moaned. “I want more.”

“Then give yourself more,” Saffron said.

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