Page 13 of Love, Laugh, Lich

My body responds with a wave of heat and a flutter of excitement. “What is it?”

He opens a glass bottle full of a dark blue liquid that shimmers in the candlelight. I watch as he reaches over to a table, picking up something small.

Soven catches my eye, the curiosity plain on my face. “Lift your skirt,” he nods to me.

I lean back in his lap, pulling my skirt up to my stomach, spreading my legs wide.

“This is the surprise?” I ask, my eyes on the little thing in his hand. It’s metallic, sort of egg shaped, until it flares out at the bottom. It takes me a moment before I realize where I’ve seen one of those before.Oh.

“This is for preparation,” he says, dipping it in the bottle of shimmery liquid.

“You have… another ritual in mind?” I ask, glancing around where we stand. The runes are dim, the candles burn a normal color.

Soven holds my gaze and after a moment, nods. “One I think you’ll enjoy.”

My faces heats up as I think about it. I’m excited by the idea of him exploring me fully, pushing me to my limits, but something snags in my mind. What if I’m getting too tangled up in him and these rituals and my feelings?

I must get a little too lost in my thoughts, because he pulls me from them, brushing my hair back from my face with a gentle stroke of his claw.

“Ready?” he rumbles, grazing that precise, careful touch down my cheek.

I could say no, and push away from him. Push away from all these feelings clouding my heart, distracting me from my job. It’s not in me to break my own heart though. I don’t think I could give up all these moments with him just to protect my heart.

I nod, and he turns me over to lay on my back, dragging his long, hot tongue through the cleft of my ass cheeks. The feeling almost like when he fucked me from behind on his largest dick, the way the little sucker on his top cock would graze and tease my asshole. After a few licks, I can feel him press the toy at my entrance.

“Do it,” I say, firmer in my resolve. I meant it that first day that I wanted him to need me.

He pushes the toy a little harder, I gasp aloud as it penetrates my ass, slick and easy, sliding inside me and staying there. The pressure of it is new and I want more of it.

And then, that’s it.

I wait for more for a few seconds, wondering if he’s giving me a moment to adjust. A few too many moments go by with no new sensations, no new experimentation. I sit up and look at Soven.

“That will be all,” he says, bottling the liquid up again.

I frown, perplexed. That’s really it?

When it appears that is indeed everything, I hop off his lap and brush down my skirt into place. I’ll have his little toy in me all day long, and the thought of that secret between us makes me smile.

I start to cross the Sanctum back to my desk, when the toy gives a little pulse of pleasure, stopping me in my tracks.

I stop and look back at Soven, the lazy way he strokes a large hand up and down his third, bottom cock. That one has yet to be in me, or really take part in our activities. I’d been beginning to wonder if it had any use at all.

My face lights up as I put the pieces together, and Soven chuckles at my eagerness.

I slip outside the Dark Sanctum, leaving the door open a sliver. When I sit down at my desk, I can still smell the freshness of the paint from time to time, but that’s hardly at the forefront of my mind as I sit down and feel the way the toy stretches my hole, the press of it inside me.

Preparation, right.

7

Every so often I look up from my work, when Soven pauses and catches my eye through the Dark Sanctum door, and a thrill of excitement runs through me. Our secret.

I brace myself, knowing his magic will flex and stretch the toy, furthering my limits. Each time it does, the pulse makes me shiver and aroused all over again. I wish it would last longer. Each little taste of pleasure is far too short for my taste. A number of times I think about locking the waiting room door and rubbing one out, just to finish off what his toy keeps teasing me with. I think I might die from being fucked too slowly. The only thing that keeps me in my seat, patiently taking the torturous pulses of the toy is the thought of finally being thoroughly fucked on all three of Soven’s cocks.

I still when I glance at the clock, realizing that in all likelihood I’ll have to go to the office-wide meeting with it still in me. I know Soven wouldn’t want to skip the meeting, since he’s the one conducting it. The idea makes me warm all over, and I press my knees together hard under my desk.

I leave my desk to set up the presentation materials for the meeting. Maybe half an hour in, I realize I haven’t felt the toy move at all. It really only pulses when I look Soven in the eyes, I suppose. Without its teasing, it’s become so comfortable in me that I don’t even really notice it’s there.

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