Chapter 378: The Offering End

Lia came with a shout that cracked halfway, her arms giving way so that her face went down on the quilt.

Her body clamped on him and shook.

She ground back against him through every wave, with her hips rolling in short, hard jolts, until the last of it left her and she sagged.

He held her up by the hips until she was breathing again.

The residual wetness from both of them ran down his thighs. He stayed buried in her, still hard, and felt the aftershocks pulse around him.

She stayed where she was afterward, folded over with her ass in the air and her thighs trembling.

Lor was still inside her, still hard. She clenched around him once by accident and he groaned, and she laughed breathlessly into the quilt.

Sophia’s fingers were still laced through hers. She squeezed. Lia squeezed back and turned her head, and the two of them looked at each other from inches apart, flushed and wrecked and grinning with the same stupid delight.

A thin string of wet stretched from Lia to his stomach and broke when she shifted.

"That was a lot," Lia said.

"It was," Sophia agreed.

"I can’t feel my legs," Lia mumbled.

"Mine either."

Neither of them tried to get up.

Then he pulled out. It cost him something.

He was hard to the point of pain, and his cock was slick to the base with both of them.

The air felt cool against the wet skin.

Lia turned her head on the quilt and looked at it. Sophia lifted her face and looked at it too. Neither of them moved for a moment.

Lia pushed herself up on shaking arms.

"He’s still hard," she said. "We should finish him."

They climbed down off the bed together, both wobbling, and knelt on the floorboards in the strip of sun.

Lor sat on the edge of the quilt with his knees apart, and the two of them shuffled in between his knees, shoulder to shoulder, flushed and tangled and wrecked.

The boards were cooler than the bed.

Lia’s hair stuck to her neck. Sophia’s twin tails had come loose and hung against her shoulders.

Lia took the shaft in both hands and licked a long stripe up the underside.

Sophia settled lower and cupped his balls in her palm.

She rolled them gently and watched his face for each reaction, the way she had watched Olivia’s mouth.

Lia put her lips around the head and sucked, hollow and wet. Sophia kissed the base of the shaft, and her tongue slid along the underside where Lia’s hand had been.

The residual taste of both of them was still on him. It mixed with the salt of his skin.

Their mouths found each other’s again at the head, tongue against tongue, then slid apart.

Lia took him deep. Sophia’s fingers moved on his balls, slow and careful, and then she tugged lightly, and his hips jumped off the quilt.

He could feel the difference in their mouths.

Lia was wetter and less careful. Sophia was slower and more precise. The contrast made his stomach tighten.

Lor’s hands closed in the quilt.

He had not planned for how it would look: two flushed faces side by side at his lap, red curls and blonde twin tails, mouths shining.

Lia’s tongue worked the underside of the head in tight, wet circles while Sophia’s lips moved slowly along the shaft, one hand cupping his balls and her thumb stroking the seam between them.

He could hear the small wet sounds they made. He could feel the heat of their breath.

He was done and they both knew it.

"I’m coming," he said.

"Yeah, good," Lia said. "Do it."

"Cum," Sophia whispered.

The two of them leaned in together, cheek to cheek, mouths open, tongues out, with the head of his cock between them.

Sophia’s eyes were shut tight. Lia’s were wide open and fixed on his. He came with a groan he did not try to hold in.

The first rope hit Lia across the cheek and mouth.

The second crossed Sophia’s nose and eyelid.

The third went on Lia’s chin and ran down her throat.

They kept their mouths on him as he pulsed, tongues working, and he spilled across them both in hot white streaks until he was shaking and empty, hunched over with one hand fisted in the quilt.

Some of it landed on their joined hands. The rest ran down his shaft and onto Sophia’s fingers.

When it was over they stayed where they were for a moment, faces slick and shining.

Lia laughed first.

It started as a wheeze and turned into a full, delighted howl. Sophia opened one eye. A streak of it was drying on her cheek. She did not wipe it yet.

"Is the Light pleased?"

"Very," Lor said. His voice had gone completely. "It says thank you to you both for the amazing experience."

From the bathroom came the sound of the water shutting off.

Footsteps crossed the hall, stopped outside the bedroom door, and stayed there for longer than anyone needed to walk in.

Then the door opened.

Olivia came in with a towel wrapped under her arms and tucked at her chest, the hem stopping high on her thighs.

Her hair was dark with water and combed straight back, and it dripped onto her shoulders.

Her skin was pink from the heat. She had a second towel folded over one arm.

She had also prepared a sentence, and it began, "I trust that," and it ended there.

Lia and Sophia were still kneeling on the floorboards between Lor’s knees.

Neither had moved.

Their faces were streaked white from brow to chin, in long lines that crossed Lia’s mouth and ran down Sophia’s nose and over one closed eyelid into her hair.

Lia’s tongue came out and collected a drop at the corner of her lip. Sophia, without looking, wiped her eyebrow with the side of her thumb and made it worse.

Below their faces the stockings were wet through.

The black mesh and the pink hung torn open at the crotch and clung to their breasts and stomachs, dark with sweat and spit and everything else.

Strings of white had dried in the weave across their chests. Lia’s curls were stuck flat to her forehead.

Sophia’s twin tails were limp over her shoulders, and one of them had a streak in it.

"Oh," Olivia said.

"i should have expected that."