The Edged Lexicon Ch. 05: Tutelage

Ysolda beamed at the praise, Nadine's candid commendations fuelling her own desire. "You're very welcome, Nadine."

"I'm glad you enjoyed having your arsehole toyed with so, Miss Rielle," Giraud drawled, "Because our next lesson is about to delve even further into that particular area."

Pouring the slick liquid from the glass vial on to Nadine's waiting behind, he worked it into her delicate rosebud, circling at first then working his digit in slowly.

"Ohh...oh fuck..."

"Such language from such a proper Breton maiden like yourself," he purred, pushing his finger in deeper. After coaxing, petting and working Nadine into a mewling mess, he withdrew his finger, and began to work in the cool, hard moonstone plug.

"How does this feel, dumpling?"

"Ah...amazing, Sir..."

Feeling the plug bottom out, her tight rosy arsehole accepted the entirety of the teardrop-shaped implement, the cool flat base settling against her cheeks.

"Good. Now, I think you should join Ysolda on the bed and thank her properly. Perhaps you could practice your new findings?"

Nadine didn't need to be asked twice. Her own lust propelling her, she mounted the bed, taking in the sight of the stunning woman that laid before her. The soft ivory tone of her skin was beautifully offset by her deep rosied nipples and short red hair, with a lithe yet curvaceous figure that rivalled Dibella herself. Nadine had desired Ysolda ever since she had entered the Sanctum, being attracted to both her divine beauty and her caring, mentorly nature, and was beside herself to have the chance to lavish her affections on the young woman.

Gently yet passionately she kissed Ysolda, tasting her own essence on her lips as the pairs' saliva mingled and tongues entwined. Nibbling softly on Ysolda's lower lip as she kneaded her petite, pert breast, Nadine felt her moan and sigh into her, spurring her on further. Knowing how pent up and impatient the other girl must be, she obliged and dragged her fingers down the front of Ysolda's body towards her cunt, which she was delighted to find was just as soaked as hers was. Gods, I want to lap up every last drop. Running her middle and ring fingers across, she felt the slick wetness of Ysolda's cunt coat both digits thoroughly as they slid over her most sensitive parts, gradually working them in and drawing a shuddering breath from her.

Reluctantly, Nadine pulled away from their kiss, working her way down Ysolda's graceful neck as she continued plunging her fingers deep into her cunt. She wanted to take her time; to bask in the divine beauty of Ysolda, as well as revel in the reactions she was eliciting from her. She knew that both of their willpower and patience was finite, however, and couldn't stop herself from venturing further south.

"Yes...oh Gods, please Nadine..."

Nadine had never been begged before, used to at this point being the one doing the begging. She understood the appeal - having this woman entirely at her mercy, desperate and wanting was incredibly sexy. There was no way she could deny her breathless pleas.

Wrapping her free hand around Ysolda's soft, willowy thigh, she descended on her smooth, soaked cunt, lapping up every drop of arousal that flowed from her. As her fingers continued to work her over, her tongue sought out her tender clit, eager to impart the same pleasure that she herself had received. Loving the way the soft flesh felt under her tongue, she took her time finding out what evoked the most delicious reactions from Ysolda, thoroughly enjoying eating her sweet sex.

So wrapped up in her ministrations, Nadine barely registered the man behind her, gently caressing the small of her back as he pleasured himself to the image that unfolded before him. It was only when he pressed on the jewel embedded in her arsehole that she reacted, moaning into Ysolda as the sensations coursed through her, pleasure building as she felt Giraud enter her sopping, aching cunt.

It was significantly harder for her to keep focus when she herself was experiencing such pleasure, but it only sought to spur her on, now lapping at Ysolda with a renewed vigour and hunger. As Giraud steadfastly plunged himself into her, so did she into Ysolda, inserting a third finger as she continued laving her cunt and clit with her tongue, a chain reaction of intense, pulsing desire.

Nadine could hear Ysolda's breathing grow more rapid and laboured as she emitted lustful purrs and moans, steadily approaching her own release.

"P-please Sir, may I come? I'm so...close..."

"Not yet, my sweet. Nadine, keep going."

Giraud's command was damning. Ysolda let out a pained whine as she struggled to keep herself from toppling over into the depths of her own orgasm. Nadine stayed true to her end of the bargain and did not let up, buried deep between Ysolda's legs as she continued to fuck her with her fingers and mouth. She was desperate to hear her beg again, to feel her shake and convulse and drip, completely at her mercy. She could barely breathe as she furiously sucked and lapped, her own cunt being driven into at the same time, the feeling of the smooth stone plug filling her up wonderfully.

"Please, Sir, I can't...I need..."

"What was that, dear slut?"

"Please let me come, Sir!"

"But of course."

The moment the last word dripped from Giraud's lips, Ysolda's orgasm overtook her, fingers grabbing Nadine's hair and grasping her deeper into her as she rocked spasmodically against her. Guttural noises escaped from her as she convulsed, her body shuddering, hours upon hours of pent-up desire culminating in one mammoth wave of intense pleasure. This had somewhat of a knock-on effect on Nadine who, nearing her own orgasm, was spurred on further by Ysolda's. Trying to ask permission but still very much buried within the other woman's sex, could only mumble unintelligibly.

"What was that? Use your words, dear girl." Giraud continued his thrusting, not letting up for a second.

Managing to surface slightly, Nadine begged, "Please, I'm so close, I can't-"

"Ask me nicely."

"P-please, Sir..."

"Return to Ysolda, and I will tell you when."

Fuck. Nadine didn't know how much longer she could hold off, but hoped that focusing her attentions back on Ysolda would distract her somewhat. Withdrawing her fingers, she lifted Ysolda's bottom higher, and ran her tongue over her waiting, puckered arsehole, enjoying the unique feeling of the sensitive subject.

She was so close. She couldn't hold off. As if sensing this, Giraud took pity on the girl, granting her release.

"You may come now, my sweet."

Tonguing Ysolda's hole passionately, she felt the sensation grow in her core, building as her orgasm coursed through her. The plug in her arse somehow made everything much more intense, both holes convulsing and pulsing vigorously as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure that overtook her, crying out in muffled wails. She could barely concentrate on Ysolda or even breathing as she continued coming, the feeling seeming to stretch on for ages.

Giraud continued to thrust into Nadine, more slowly and deliberately now as she shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Running his hands over her back, across her hips and arse, he whispered softly and encouragingly as he drove further into her.

"Keep going, darling."

She focused her attentions on Ysolda's tight hole, continuing to lash and lave with renewed vigour. Something about servicing this woman in such an intimate, depraved way, returning the favour in kind...it felt incredibly perverted, shameful even, but incredibly right. She never wanted to stop. Being used by both Ysolda and Giraud in such a dirty manner, with her own arsehole being filled at the same time...she felt herself drifting off further into the haze of submission, succumbing wholly to the part of her that lived to serve, to obey, to give and be taken.

Slowly, Giraud withdrew from Nadine's soaking cunt, her lips grasping him desperately as he pulled out. Attempting to mask her whimpers as she continued rimming Ysolda, she arched her bottom towards him, gesturing for him to re-enter her.

"That's enough practice on Ysolda for now, dumpling. Right now my cock requires her attention."

Almost instantly responding to Giraud's command, Ysolda crawled over to him, arse swaying enticingly as she moved. It took all of Nadine's willpower to not bury her tongue deep within as she had before, but she stayed herself, her need to obey narrowly overriding her lust. She could only look on in wonder as Ysolda wrapped her full, moist lips around Giraud's cock and lowered herself onto him, sucking him off with stunning dexterity. He grabbed her short, bobbed hair roughly, him dictating the pace with which he fucked her willing mouth, her taking him in with aplomb. With minimal effort, she could take the entirety of his long member, the debased slurping noises of her attentions echoing throughout the chamber. Nadine was entranced. She truly had much to learn about how to pleasure men orally, but she was only too willing to improve, and watching the wanton, red-haired temptress in front of her perform in this way was wholly erotic and inspiring.

"Feel free to keep your hands busy, Miss Rielle, but don't even think about coming." Giraud growled his orders through laboured breaths, his tone betraying his own arousal levels and closeness to his own release.

As if freed from invisible shackles, Nadine proceeded to let her hands run over her supple, sweat-soaked body, barely pausing before reaching her still sensitive cunt. She was drenched in a mixture of her own wetness and Ysolda's saliva, rivulets of her excitement making their way down her thighs. The plug still sat in her arse, steadfast and bulbous, intensifying each brush and touch. Feverishly, Nadine plunged her fingers into herself, missing the feeling of being filled by Giraud's long cock. So caught up in everything was she that she almost forgot the latter part of the man's command, stopping just as her orgasm approached. Fuck, this is torturous...

Across from her, Ysolda continued sucking, Giraud fucking her face more vigorously now. The two in a frenzied rhythm, their pace intensified, the sloppy sounds of their sex now reverberating around the room. Believing they must both be undoubtedly close to release, Nadine had to bite her lip hard to prevent herself from possibly doing the same.

With a startling suddenness, Giraud thrusted desperately into Ysolda's spit-soaked mouth, releasing his seed deep into her throat. With every pump of ejaculate that spurted forth from his member, he thrusted further as Ysolda drank him in, milking his cock of every last drop. Finally withdrawing, she hungrily licked him clean, making sure to get any drops of the precious liquid she may have missed, purring with lustful satisfaction.

"Good girl," he murmured, stroking her hair.

The two girls cuddled into the gentleman, basking in the afterglow and eager to find out what was next.

"Well, I think that was a successful lesson, hmm?" Giraud crooned as he sprawled languidly across the bed, the women giggling in response as they stroked the smooth, soft skin of his stomach.

"Don't think your work's done just yet though, Miss Rielle - I've assigned you some homework. It's on my shelf - you can look it over on your way out." Wrapping his arm around Nadine, his soft, seductive voice murmured in her ear. "But that can wait. Why don't we stay here a while?"