Chapter 375: The Offering 10

She told herself she was washing. The ruined mesh clung to her skin, and she peeled it down in strips, and the cream bra went with it.

The cum on her stomach ran off in thin white threads and went down the drain. That was the washing.

Her hand had stopped doing that and started doing something else.

She leaned her shoulders against the tile. The water ran hot over her breasts and her tender, hard nipples.

She slid two fingers between her legs and found herself swollen and slick and sore in a way that she could still feel him in, and she bit down on the inside of her wrist to keep from making a sound.

You just did that.

Her fingers did not care.

She thought about the weight of him under her palms. About his hand smacking her thigh, twice, and how for a second she had not wanted to move.

About Lia’s hands on her chest, and how she had slapped them away, and how some small part of her had not wanted her to stop.

She rubbed herself in fast, tight circles with her forehead against the wall. It did not take long.

She came with her mouth shut and a sound locked in her throat, her knees shaking, until she had to hold onto the soap dish.

When it was over she stood under the water until it started to cool.

Never again.

She knew that was a lie.

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Back in the bedroom, the door had barely shut when Lia dropped onto her back on the quilt and laughed at the ceiling.

"Did you see her face?"

"I saw all of her," Sophia said faintly. She was still on her knees, with a smear drying on her cheekbone. She had not wiped it yet. It pulled when she moved her mouth.

Lia rolled onto her side. "Okay. So Lor. Is the Light satisfied?"

Lor nodded gravely. "It’s satisfied. It says thank you to Olivia for her contribution."

"It said that?"

"I’m just the messenger."

"Pervert messenger," Lia said, but she was smiling.

He sat up.

"I’m going to clean up," he said, and swung his legs off the bed.

"Wait."

Sophia had said it, very quietly.

He turned. She was looking at the quilt, and her ears were red, and her fingers were wound in the pink mesh at her thighs.

Lia lifted her head. "What?"

"I want to do it too."

Nobody said anything. The clock in the next room clicked over.

"Do what?" Lor asked, because someone had to.

"Sex," Sophia said to the quilt. Then she heard herself, and her whole face went red.

"I mean, not that I want to. I mean that you should. With us. For the Light." She spoke faster. "Olivia did it, and it was pleased. If it was only Olivia, it might favor her. For tomorrow, for the lessons. That wouldn’t be fair. So it should be all of us. So that it isn’t biased."

Lor had seen where this was going about three sentences ago. He kept his face grave and reasonable.

"That’s actually a good point," he said slowly.

Sophia looked up. "Is it?"

"It might be. I can’t speak for the Light, but bias is a real risk, especially after such an amazing performance of olivia."

Lia sat up.

She thought about it for exactly as long as it took to look at Sophia’s face and then at Lor’s lap.

Then she said, in a very practical voice, "If that’s the case, I’m not taking the chance either. Olivia gets the Light’s favour and I get nothing? No. I’m doing my best for Class D. We’ve come this far. We might as well do it properly."

"For the exam," Sophia said.

"For the exam."

"For learning."

"Obviously for learning."

Neither of them looked at the other. Lor kept his face perfectly flat.

"I should warn you, this will put a strain on my body," he said. "I’ve already given a lot this morning." He laid a hand on his chest. "But seeing how determined you both are, I’m ready to take on the challenge."

"Very brave," Lia said.

"Somebody has to be."

Lia’s eyes went to the door, and she bounced off the bed.

"Wait there." She ran out of the room with the black mesh torn open at her crotch and her ass bouncing in the green panties down the whole length of the hallway, and he heard the kitchen door bang and cupboards open.

She was back in under a minute with a jug of mango juice, a jug of something red, and three glasses crowded onto a tray.

"For your energy," she said.

"Thank you for being so considerate Lia" Lor said, and he meant it more than he had expected to.

He drank a whole glass of the mango without stopping, then poured two more and passed them over.

Lia drank hers in four swallows and wiped her mouth with her wrist. Sophia took small sips, and she stopped halfway to look at the glass.

"It’s cold."

"Mother keeps it in the cellar."

The jug went round once.

Afterward nobody said anything for a moment, and nobody went for the door.

The mango was sweet and cold enough that it made his teeth ache.

"How do we do it?" Sophia asked after a minute of awkward silence. She was looking at the quilt again.

"It’s easiest for you, and for me, if you face away," Lor said gently. "Maybe you should get on your hands and knees. Side by side"

"That’s a weird position. Kind of like dogs.," Lia said.

"It’s a common position."

"Really?" Sophie asked. Lor nodded.

"Fine, whatever." She was already moving.

They knelt at the edge of the bed with their shoulders touching.

Lia put her elbows down and arched her back without being told.

Sophia took longer. She looked at what Lia was doing and copied it, slowly, until her hips lifted into the air and her blonde twin tails fell forward over her shoulders.

Their asses sat side by side in front of him, one in black mesh, the other in pink.

The quilt under their knees was still damp from earlier. Lia’s green panties were twisted to one side from before.

Sophia’s white ones were soaked enough that the cotton had gone almost clear against her.