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Click herePrestira leaned forward and suck Yavara from my fingers, her eyes staring into my own as she took each finger into her mouth. "Such a bad girl, Yavara, keeping things like that from your parents. We're going to have to take drastic measures for that." Prestira taunted, grinding her pelvis against Yavara's mouth, smearing her lust across her lips. Yavara gasped for air before diving back into Prestira, her consumption losing all pretense, turning into a gluttonous devouring. Prestira's abdominal muscles twitched beneath her pale flesh, signalers of her ascension as Yavara opened her. Her white sorceress's eyes drew to me, half-lidded and glazed.
God, she looks so hot with your cock stuck in her ass. Prestira's voice dripped in my mind,She must really love it there.
Birds of a feather, her and I. Not you though, despite all your kinks.
I tried it once when I was younger. It just hurt in all the wrongs ways.
I bet I can make it hurt in all the right ways. Yavara's telepathic voice cut through the conversation.
Prestira and I looked down at Yavara in shock, though she just kept backing into me and licking Prestira as though nothing had changed.
How the fuck did you do that, Yavara? Prestira's telepathic voice asked, filled with a mix of confusion and wonder,And how long have you been listening?
Since I kissed you. Yavara's voice giggled,I guess I'm one of those students that needs alternative teaching, huh? No wonder I did so poorly in school. If only my professors had molested me...
But how? Prestira inquired again.
It was easy once we started getting hot and heavy. My mind cleared, and I saw a connection between you and Zander. I didn't do anything, just observed what you guys were saying. It was funny when you responded to Zander with your real voice, like you accidentally vocalized your thoughts. I do that sometimes. Hey, keep fucking me, Zander!
I shook myself from my stupor and recommenced my thrusts. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, but her mental tone was level.
Yavara, I thought to her,eavesdropping on a telepathic conversation without being noticed is incredibly difficult.
I guess I really am a natural. Yavara sniggered mentally as she moaned lecherously, her pelvic floor tenting from her as she slowly drew away from me, her anus pulling on my cock like a yearning mouth. Oh, Yavara was a natural in many things.
What else can you do? I managed to ask through a fog of bliss.
I'm not sure. Yavara sounded curious,I see the connection between Prestira and I, but I don't want to manipulate it without her permission.
There's no way you could! Prestira's telepathic voice was suddenly incensed. After three-hundred years of practicing her craft, she clearly took exception to the idea that a novice, even an incarnate of Alkandi, could best her. She was the best in the world, and she took great pride in it.
You don't sound too confident about that, Prestira. I smirked over the writhing elf between us. The expression of anger and arousal that was mixed across Prestira's face was a potent concoction, and I sought to goad her further.Why don't you let her try? Put your defenses up, and let her have a go at them. It should be easy for you.
I'll be gentle, Prestira, Yavara said, her telepathic voice changing,just like I'm being gentle with you down here. Her words were innocent enough, but the voice that delivered them was weaponized. It was rich and seductive, painted with suggestion, reverbed with desire, and baring undertones of comfort and warmth. She was flexing her mental prowess, and it was a potent challenge. I saw the flicker of unsureness touch Prestira's face. She was the greatest telepath in the world, but Yavara had seduced her into sex she didn't want with just physical persuasion. Seduction was, after all, a succubus's weapon of indoctrination, and Alkandi's incarnations had honed its edge to lethal keenness.
Prestira looked at me, then Yavara. She unclenched her hands about Yavara's head, and gently guided it upward until their eyes were locked. "Give me your worst."