Sisterhood - Temptation Ch. 44

"Come on. For me. Before I have to go," Emmie giggled, quickly working her movements up to a quick, rough jerking.

"Ah, ahh, okay, uhh," Katharina scrunched her eyes closed and focused on the warm friction on her skin. She tried hard to concentrate herself at the nexus of excited tension between her legs, to squeeze herself quicker towards climax. It was something she normally found fairly easy, forcing herself to conclude when she needed to, whether for simple relief or because she had little time. But with Emmie's hand on her, with the intensity and rhythm of the rubbing beyond her control, it was much more difficult to match the stoking of her arousal to how close she felt to release.

"Come on, that's it," Emmie whispered, smirking up at her as she jerked harder.

"Uh, ah, yes! Tits!" Katharina grunted beneath her breath.

She fixed her attention on the sloshing ripples that shook the weight of Emmie's breasts as her arm pumped faster, tried to swamp her imagination with the image of Emmie's body, and the memory of their earlier encounters, Emmie's tight gown as they had danced close in the Great Hall, the swing and sag of her bust when they had first undressed together in the spa. Katharina shoved her hips forward into Emmie's strokes, colliding awkwardly with Emmie's fist as they both switched pace. Just as she felt a slow gathering throb of relief behind the base of her dick, her skin beginning to tingle, she heard again the shuffling of feet, much nearer by.

"Katja," the voice was a sudden loud giggle, high-pitched, from just behind Katharina's shoulder.

Emmie giggled in retort and her stroking ceased for a second, but then she resumed with vigor, yanking her grip down the length of Katharina's dick and pulling it taut.

"Aria, come away," a second new voice hissed. It too was tinged with mirth, but more subdued, nervous, the whining titter of a voice unsure whether it is raised in objection or laughing in conspiracy.

"Um. Hi. It's, uh, okay," Katharina mumbled. She lifted one arm and turned her head to look at who had spoken. She was suddenly aware of the heat that had flooded into the skin of her cheeks and her chest.

Katharina recognized both faces. Nearby, turning away with her hand to her mouth to stifle a second bout of giggling, was Aria, the short and very stout dark-skinned girl that Katharina had met some time before at the ball, and who had led her away into the crypt of the Great Hall for sex. Aria was wearing the same short white dress that Katharina recalled from earlier. The front of the dress clung tightly to Aria's bulky stomach, a slight dent in the fabric marking the deep concavity of her navel.

Behind Aria, standing at the corner of the bed with her hand on the bedpost, was Aria's mistress, Miriam. Katharina had spoken to Miriam earlier that evening too, when Katharina had encountered the two of them, along with Miriam's sister Anna and her ka'ini Mari, in the bar alcove of the Great Hall. Miriam's sweet, mouselike face had the same timid look to it that Katharina recalled from their conversation then, but maybe just a little sterner, more resolute behind her nervous smile. From Miriam's outstretched arm hung the draped sleeve of a long, velvety dark green robe of the sort that Katharina had sometimes seen the Seven Sisters wear for ceremonial occasions.

Miriam's eyes squinted aside to dodge Katharina's gaze, "Sorry, Katharina."

Katharina made to dismiss the apology, but was interrupted by an abrupt, forceful twist of Emmie's fist. Katharina groaned as Emmie's strokes slowed but deepened, pulling all the way to the base of Katharina's dick and shaking it up and down to smack the tip against the soft fat of her breast. Katharina clenched to hold back the unexpected flood of relief that swept through her insides, but found she couldn't quite muster the will to pull herself back from the brink. A hot throb crept slowly up the shaft of her dick and she felt the tension begin to pour out of her in stinging pulses, jets of cum flinging themselves onto Emmie's chest.

The satisfaction of Katharina's orgasm was somewhat dampened for it having come upon her unexpectedly and outside her control. She looked down, heard the panting of her own breaths, and watched herself twitch in Emmie's hand as the muscles at the base of her dick gradually spasmed themselves to relaxation.

"Aria, please," Miriam called, cutting off another muffled laugh from Aria.

As Emmie's stroking slowed and a breathy silence began to set in, Katharina looked back at the other two girls, "Um. Sorry. Was just... She just wanted to..."

"Sorry. It's okay. We should not have interrupted," Miriam replied quietly, "But we have to bring Emmie to be prepared now. Anna sent me. She and the others are already gathering for coven."

"Right. Of course," Katharina grinned sheepishly.

Katharina swung herself aside and sat back on the bed. She took hold of her dick and squeezed it to wring out the last trickle of cum as discreetly as she could, feeling it twitch as she pressed the tip into a ruffle in the bedcover to wipe it clean.

Emmie humphed and sat slowly upright. She reached out her hand, leaning for the basket at the foot of the bed.

"Oh. Here," Aria skipped to Emmie's assistance and fetched out a towel.

"Thank you," Emmie dabbed at her chest, smiling broadly, "So. I am ready. Katja was just..."

"Applying some moisturizing lotion to your tits," Aria blurted with laughter.

"Aria," Miriam's chiding was softened by her sweet smile, "So, you should take Emmie to the showers with the other guest girls and attendants, I think."

"Okay," Aria hopped gaily to Emmie's side and took her hand to help her down off the bed. She hooked her arm around Emmie's elbow and pulled her close, "So. Come come. Very exciting,"

"Good," Miriam stepped aside, ushering Aria and Emmie past, "Well done. Go straight there. Anna said it is time already."

"Anna, Anna, Anna," Aria grinned. As she led Emmie away, she turned back to scrunch her eyes and smile at Katharina, sticking her tongue out between her two front teeth in a gesture of affectionate mischief.

Then as the two short dmurrhisi girls turned and set off arm in arm up the gangway towards the dressing room area, Emmie turned also and called out over her shoulder in a sing-song of laughter, "Mirror, mirror..."

Miriam looked at Katharina quizzically.

Katharina smiled and shrugged. Then, while considering how best to explain or to dismiss Emmie's parting joke, it occurred to her that she was standing in front of one of the Seven Sisters. Miriam was so much less imposing than the others, meeker, less obviously glamorous or attractive, it was easy to forget that she was part of the coven, the Sisterhood's inner circle of senior girls.

Katharina thought to probe idly about the nature of the upcoming events at coven. She nodded in the direction of where Emmie and Aria were walking away, "I think she was worried, or not worried really but sort of curious, about how well she will do, as an offering I mean."

Miriam smiled. There was a wistfulness to her smile, not easily placeable. Resignation, indifference, something else. "She is very pretty. They all are. Anna likes her."

"Do you have to prepare now as well?" Katharina asked.

Miriam lifted her hand away from the bedpost and let the sleeve of her robe fall into place along her arm. She pulled it closed around her waist, "They will spend a while getting dressed up and readied. We have a bit more time. I was thinking I might just get a quick shower myself. Hot in here."

"Yeah," Katharina nodded. She felt the warm damp of the air from the hot springs, some sweat on her own skin, prickling where there was still some dried cum on her chest and stomach.

Miriam turned, hesitated. The gesture felt like an invitation of sorts, or at least a deliberate opening into which Katharina might interject. Katharina smiled hesitantly, then when she saw Miriam smile back and then glance downward, she stepped forward.

Miriam turned back, twisting on the tip of her shoe, and took a step out into the gangway between the two rows of beds. Katharina jolted her stiff legs into action and followed. They walked together quietly, in the wake of the two dmurrhisi girls, now far ahead near the end of the chamber, then as they reached the short crossroads at the opposing entrances to the bar space and the showers, Miriam hesitated again. She looked aside at Katharina, not quite meeting her gaze, and lifted her arm very slightly, as if offering her hand but then half withdrawing it.

It seemed clear enough to Katharina that she was being invited to accompany Miriam. She sought to say something that would signal her assent without being so forward as to break the comfort of the quiet understanding that seemed to have set in between them.

"Yeah I should clean up before coven too," Katharina looked down at her body, the faint flakes of dried cum across her bare chest.

"Then let's get showered," Miriam smiled. She nodded to the archway at their left.

Katharina returned the smile and followed as Miriam stepped through.