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Stepping, hopping, barrelling through hallway after hallway; student or professor, they’re all pushed past in an oncoming one-man stampede—or, a single-thiren charge?
Lucia runs without looking back, or forward for that matter. She lets her legs carry her on muscle memory alone. Winding through each close cut corner until her heels screech to a halt in front of the solid office door, the goat thiren hunches over the wall before entering, heaving breath into her lungs for a full minute.
Inside, a hard-at-work writer is fully engrossed in her workload until the door bursts open with enough force to . All so suddenly. A girl stumbles through. Yidhari clears her throat and spams the backspace key of her laptop.
“What is it this time?” She doesn’t even look at her.
“So like–I mean, It wasn’t really my fault. The door wasn’t– But still–”
“Lucia.” She sets down her glasses and gives the girl a look. “Slow down.”
“Right. So I walked in–I didn’t think anything would be going on, you know? But OH MY GOD, what the fuck? That thing is HUGE first of all!” She shakes her palms.
“What is?”
“God, the mess! You wouldn’t believe–oh. W–well…” Her rambling quietens as she faces the challenge of answering Yidhari’s question with any modicum of a straight face. She fails of course.
“Well?” Yidhari crosses her arms and leans against the back of her chair.
“Uhh.” Lucia, a little lost for words, quickly clicks the door closed. Intentionally locking it too. Rushing over to Yidhari, she leans in with a hand over her lips and her eyes darting to make sure the window isn’t cracked open. “His dick!” Even her whisper sounds too loud.
“So they were going at it. That’s it?”
Lucia’s jaw hits the floor. ”W—what do you mean, that’s it?!”
”It's college, Luci. Everyone’s doing something somewhere.” Yidhari resumes her writing, looking up synonyms in a new tab.
The brows on her forehead wrinkle together and Lucia crosses her arms. “How come I’m always the last one in on the news.” Her mumbling holds no implications but Yidhari can sense her curiosity all the same.
”You’ve never?” Sure, it’s still crazy business to walk in on someone, especially multiple someone’s, but something about the way Lucia acts gives the impression of inexperienced innocence.
”Uh, of course I have.” She answers without looking at her.
”Uh huh.” She clicks away, editing a work in progress possession story.
”I have!”
”Of course, sweetie.” meaning absolutely none of her words in earnest.
”You don’t believe me…”
The room falls into a silence free from the rapid tapping of a keyboard. Yidhari gets up.
”So, how does it feel?” She pulls out a notepad and pen from her drawer, an interviewer all of a sudden, questioning her source with journalistic intent.
Lucia’s face falls apart with embarrassment. “What? I d—don’t—“
”You don’t know.” Scribbling something down. “And what do you taste?”
”There’s a TASTE? Oh…” There was no point trying, there was no ruse to begin with, Lucia’s efforts were futile to even pretend from the start.
Yidhari puts the pad down, nothing but a few brisk scratches on the blank page. No words. If nothing else, her friend’s reactions are something to be amused about.
”Who are you trying to convince here?”
“So, what?” Her arms smack at her sides in exasperation. “I’m just the only clueless one around here? Is that it?” Features contort into something that looks a little defiant.
”I doubt that.” Yidhari chuckles at her antics.
The goat thiren crosses her arms. “This is ridiculous.” Mumbling again. “I really ran here with what I thought was wild gossip.” Yidhari just watches her talk out her frustrations, an idea bubbling to the surface.
”So you want to find out?”
Sound ceases to come out of Lucia altogether at the suggestion.
”W—well, I guess…eventually.” She tucks stray hairs behind her ear, scratching a non-existent itch at her nape.
”Oh?” Yidhari’s tail swishes gently behind her. “You know…” She steps a little closer to Lucia. “You can conduct a little experiment of your own, if you want.” Her voice is suggestive yet all in all indifferent.
”What?” She looks taken aback by the proposition. “What do you mean by that?”
”If you really want to know, I can show you.” Her tentacles wriggle behind her, waving at Lucia in greeting.
Lucia swallows audibly.
”Would it even be the same?” She wonders how different those aquatic appendages would feel from the skin of something like… She envisions the scene she ambushed not long ago. A sweaty undressed Manato, even holding himself in his huge hands, looked massive. No rush, no panic, he just looked at her with his heavy lidded eyes, still panting after whatever took place between the three of them in that room. She shakes the intrusive memory out of her head.
”Should be similar enough.”
”W—well, are you sure?”
“You can tell me all about it afterwards.”
Lucia looks at Yidhari’s tentacles, gulping again at the thought of the offer. It’ll happen eventually anyway right? Shouldn’t she too know why people are so willing to be brazen in an unlocked club room in the middle of a random Tuesday?
“Well alright then, hit me.” As if it's a one and done. Yidhari laughs at the prospect of Lucia’s interesting expectations.
“You think you can even handle it?”
“I—I don’t know…”
“Then why don’t we find out?”
“What?”
Yidhari holds Lucia’s chin between her fingers, stroking a thumb over her bottom lip.
“Open wide~”
“Huh—?”
The tip of Yidhari’s smooth tentacle traces the parting line of Lucia’s lips, more of a warning than an ask for permission, before sliding into the confines of her usually talkative mouth. The goat thiren makes a sound of surprise and jerks at the strange coldness of her touch.
She’s sure Yidhari only means to test her, but she’s not entirely certain how the icy shapes of her suckers are at all comparable to the skin and feel of a real cock in her mouth.
Yidhari observes her for a minute. Unexpectedly, she’s not receiving much verbal complaint despite Lucia looking at her with an expression that says, why is this necessary? Can’t you see how embarrassed I am? Brows furrowed and all. A sense of amusement fills Yidhari as she watches her friend make sense of the textures on her tongue.
She can’t lie however, the slick warmth of her orifice feels a little too nice. Lucia’s panicked voice brings the octopus back to earth as she catches her squirming tentacle push further than the poor girl can take, especially for a first time. She retracts her glistening appendage from her throat and the girl coughs—splutters from a lack of air and mercy.
“A—are you trying to suffocate me!?” She wipes the saliva running down her face, looking a little annoyed.
“Hm. Got a little carried away.” Yidhari responds nonchalantly, almost like that tongue didn’t have her lost in empty thought.
”There is no way those things are at all similar to human skin.” She says wiping stray saliva off her chin, taking a grateful deep breath.
Yidhari crosses her arms and mutters something barely perceptible under her breath. Something about that not being the point.
”So?” Breathing back to normal; cogs in her mind turning, assessing how she feels about the experience. “That was alright, no?”
”Not even close.” Yidhari hits back instantly. “Your gag reflex is awful and you need to learn to breathe when you can.” She thinks for a few moments. “You’re definitely going to need more practice.”
”Oh come on, it couldn’t have been that bad!” Lucia crosses her arms. “You didn’t like it at all?”
”I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” She flicks a perfect curl out of the way and sits at her desk chair. “Just that you’re not very good yet.” Turning her attention back to her screen, she clicks a few keys and nods at the completion of the passage. “Maybe I shouldn’t have offered…” Clacking away, she adds another paragraph to her writing instead.
”So, how do I know if I’m good at the rest?” Lucia sits against the edge of the desk.
Yidhari stops typing for a second. “You probably aren’t, Lucia.” This girl hasn’t taken anything in her body ever, she’s sure of it. Not even her own… She steals a glance at the chipped polish of her nails and thinks of something that doesn’t need to leave the confines of her thoughts.
”But I want to try…” She scratches an itch on her neck with a finger and side eyes Yidhari’s reaction, who looks slightly dumbfounded by her directness. The shock is gone almost as quickly as it came. She wasn’t expecting her to be this adamant.
”You don’t know what you’re asking me.” She raises an eyebrow. Haven’t I already backed out of this?
”I’m not saying manhandle me…” Lucia recalls the scene she accidentally walked in on and blushes. “I just want to know what it’s like.”
Resting her head on top of her crossed fingers, Yidhari gives Lucia a challenging smile.
”Then, maybe you could ask me nicely.”
“Oh come on Hari, that’s just being mea—“ The blue haired thiren jumps at the crystal cold snaking up her leg, the leading end still wet from before.
”You were saying, Lucia?” She smiles at her with a sweet poison.
The girl bites her lip as the tentacle curls around her thigh in a dangerous promise.
”Umm…” She can’t help but watch for what it does next. “Please…” She sucks in a deep breath as the appendage pushes through her thighs from behind and curls upward, slowly grinding over, the pressure of each sucker flicking sparks into Lucia’s body even through her clothes.
”Earth to Lucia~” Yidhari coos, tearing her attention away from the stimulation.
”Uh…” The tentacle retracts only to toy with the edge of her shorts. “Hari, this isn’t fair.”
”Aren’t you supposed to be saying something?” She plays with her.
The tentacle disappears under her shorts, but Lucia fixes her dazed stare at her clothes, watchfully eyeing the bulging mass move under the fabric, inching further across her skin. “I, um. P—please, oh~” Nails digging into the desk, she grips the furniture for dear life.
”You’re halfway there.” The octopus keeps teasing, but she chews on the inside of her cheek as the warmth of Lucia’s flesh envelops her cold skin in a tantalising way.
Her friend’s breath turns ragged and her eyes close in acceptance to her pleasuring torture.
”Oh Hari, please fuck me, I—I can’t—“
Yidhari stops.
The goat thiren heaves air into her lungs, quivering noticeably as something clear and shiny runs down her thighs and darkens her clothes. “Why did you stop?” She manages between breaths, trying hard not to sound disappointed.
The octopus rises from her seat, undoing the top button of the shirt she suddenly finds a little too tight. “First lesson Lucia,” examining her wet tentacle, “you try not to come too early. That’s why.”
”O—oh.” She can’t ignore the pulsating ache between her legs.
”Lesson number two,” Yidhari unbuttons her own shorts and lets them fall to the floor, “is you got to learn how to please.” Extending her arm, she motions to the blue haired girl to take a seat in her chair.
”So, where do I start?” Lucia asks Yidhari nervously as the latter sits on the desk in front of her, uncrossing her legs.
”Come on Luci,” The woman remarks with a veiled patience, “you know where it feels good.”
The goat thiren’s cheeks heat up looking at her pink button. A stark contrast to the frosty pallor of her slender figure. Lucia’s own is still sensitive and steaming under her clothes; an uncomfortable damp cage on her body.
She leans in, not fully sure of herself, but places a soft kiss on the spot she knows she’d find electrifying.
“Mmmh…” Yidhari’s soft voice exhales from above. “Keep going.” A whisper.
So Lucia kisses her again and again, getting used to the feel of that steaming stud in her mouth, brushing against her lips, gliding along her tongue, pulsing with a racing heartbeat.
”Fuck, Luci~” Yidhari cranes her head back, holding on to the girl’s horn as she rocks her hips into the rhythm.
Lucia looks up at the moaning writer, taking note of how reactive she is to her tongue, and feels a petty thought coming on. I probably wouldn’t be good, huh? Just to prove her point, she slides her fingers into her wet hole, still licking her slowly.
The usually composed octopus thiren huffs out a breath, releasing her grip. Her knees as wide apart as they can be, she looks down at the girl.
”Oh darling, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
A tentacle wraps around Lucia’s wrist, forcing her to pump her fingers more aggressively. “Curl them.” And she listens. Yidhari’s lips quiver as she loses composure once again. Lucia knows she’s hitting the jackpot when she notices Yidhari slump a little more and mewl a little higher when her fingers rub against something foreign within her; building a crescendo.
She stops.
Yidhari’s tentacle slides off her wrist weakly as a heavy breath falls out of her chest and wipes off the mess she’s made on the table.
”Lesson one, remember?”
The octopus clears her throat and straightens up. “Right…” She doesn’t look her in the eye.
They both take a moment to compose themselves, Yidhari making sure her perfect curls remain so, and Lucia still squirming in her damp shorts just can’t seem to wait to get out of them.
“So.” Lucia starts, feeling a little awkward at the sudden silence. “Lesson three?”
The writer sighs, and nods. “Lesson three.” Still reeling in the back of her mind from how quickly the goat thiren nearly made her come. And she’s usually proud of being able to hold out for a while.
“Lesson three is…learning how to take it.” A small smirk materialises at the corner of her mouth. Perhaps this is the part where she can get back at the little mage for making her lose her cool—even if she couldn’t get enough.
”Take what?” Lucia asks, confused. ‘God help her’ Yidhari thinks, for what she is about to put her through.
”Whatever’s fucking you, dear.”
”Ah. But…” She raises a finger quizzically, “We have no toys though.”
Yidhari gives her a look and shakes her head. “We don’t need toys, Luci.”
One of her tentacles licks up the moist crevice in the thiren’s shorts and Lucia buckles under the sudden intensity. “Mhng—“ But she isn’t given time to recompose. Yidhari’s other appendages help take the soiled clothes off while she clears her laptop and other extras off the table.
Lying on the smooth wood of the desk, Yidhari locks Lucia’s knees together above her head with a tentacle.
”Hari, I can’t see anything!” She wriggles, folded under legs, attempting to get a better look.
“And you don’t need to.”
Tracing shapes along her soft thighs, Yidhari nibbles on a corner of her lip at the sight of her friend so vulnerable before her. So trusting. “For lesson three…” Heavy-lidded eyes land on the sparkling trails of arousal fluid cascading from hole to hole. “I will test your endurance.”
Lucia’s breath hitches at the insertion of something cold. Her gasp cuts short as the wriggling muscle widens her molten walls, pushing against her hips. The sensation is entirely new; she doesn’t know what to make of it.
“Hari!” The tentacle pushes deeper within her.
“I know sweetheart.” Stroking soothing motions into her delicate skin. But she reassures her that she is doing well.
“I–it’s too much…” The complaint comes out a little muffled; embarrassed how quickly her body feels like it has hit its limit. After all that begging too… Yidhari isn’t able to see her face but Lucia still covers her eyes in silent disappointment.
“Luci.” The woman places a kiss on her tender thigh, making the skin under her lips flinch. “It’s okay, give it time.”
Her other appendages slither under the goat thiren’s shirt, warming their cold blood around her emanating heat. A moth to a lamp. Yidhari hums in delight at the snug temperature, like a lizard sunbathing in a patch of warm light.
The horned girl whimpers softly, adjusting to the presence inside her, letting the cold touch of the octopus massage her into distraction. One by one, the buttons of her shirt pop open from the pressure of the Yidhari’s tentacles tensing and wastes no time latching her suckers on the points of her breasts.
“H–Hari~” Lucia breathes her name, overwhelmed by the stimulus. Unable to do anything about it.
Yidhari keeps her occupied, and takes the chance to retract the tentacle still swimming in her friend’s sweltering heat. It slides out easily, almost steaming, then slithers back in gently. Lucia’s tail swishes in response but she makes no protest. Again she pulls away and pushes back into her depths.
“It’s okay now?”
“It’s okay…”
“Alright then.” The thiren in charge licks her fingers. “You remember what the lesson is?”
“E–endure.” Lucia says weakly, letting her voice respond to Yidhari’s teaching.
“Endure.” The blonde nods in approval, and pushes her fingers into the girl’s other hole.
Lucia’s body tenses immediately. She’s not ready for this yet. The sensation is completely different. Where Yidhari’s tentacle takes its time burying itself in her slick numb walls, her asshole couldn’t feel more different. Every movement, every curl, every stretch and tickle shoots a toe-curling shudder through her. Each occupied chamber demands her torn attention. From the speed of Yidhari’s digits, to the squishing muscle ever pushing its way deeper into her abdomen.
“Aahng~ Ah–!”
The octopus doesn’t give her a break.
“Endure.” Yidhari reminds her. Shutting her up with one of her thick appendages. The girl arches her back to the way Yidhari smothers the bullseye in her core.
Yidhari unravels around Lucia’s legs and lets them fall to her sides, letting her sit up; watch herself be pumped full and stretched for the first time. It’s strange, is all she can think. She’d never fathomed how so much could fit in her body. She clumsily leans against the palms of her hands. Yidhari sees it as submission.
She pulls everything out. Leaves Lucia on that table in a heaving wet mess. Her tentacles drip Lucia’s fluids into little puddles on the floor.
“S–so?”
“You did good.” Yidhari climbs onto the table above her, biting her lip. “We can move onto the last one.”
“What’s that?” Lucia’s doe eyes lose their way in Yidhari’s bright spirals.
Yidhari looks glances behind her to the tentacles she carefully positions for the both of them. “Last lesson Luci,” looking back, she gives her a smile full of promise and desire, “enjoy it until the end.” They both gasp softly. The thick appendages slide and twist themselves into a knot-like dance and Yidhari takes the surprise of the moment and kisses Lucia.
“Mmmh~” She sings into her mouth.
Yidhari lays slumped against Lucia’s body. Straddling her hips, she presses her own into them, their pink buttons bumping against each other. Lucia moans. From the intensity of being fucked or the electricity of Yidhari grinding against her, she doesn’t know. It feels good and that’s all that matters. She wraps her arms around Yidhari, pressing her so hard onto her they could possibly merge; feels the curved arch of her back and the smoothness of her skin.
“Hari~” Lucia whines as her body jolts with every slip, nudge and kiss of her button against Yidhari’s. The textures inside her winding up and down the halls. A single sucker attaches to that spot that has her melting.
Yidhari can see it in her eyes, the loss of focus and a distant stare that looks at nothing as her breaths stagger into her lungs. She feels it in the nails that dig into the skin of her back as the fingers try to ball into a fist. The way her body stretches from under her, restless and unable to stay still–clenching her walls around her appendages like a throbbing glove.
Yidhari makes her come.
And with that helpless, squirming, vocal visage of Lucia’s release, Yidhari loses her grip on reality as well. Her hips flick against her shuddering body one last time and an empty blank world takes her. Where there is nothing, no one, no words, no voices, no knowledge of anything beyond that volcanic eruption within her.
They ruin her desk.
—
“Are you done yet?”
“Almost…”
“Well, can we maybe speed things up a bit, I have to publish this in an hour.”
“...Whatever.”
Lucia pulls wads of tissues from the box and wipes as much of the mess as she can. “Why am I the one stuck with clean up duty?” She huffs. Yidhari sits curled up on the side sofa clacking away on her laptop, business as usual.
“Give and take, Luci.” She doesn’t even look up from her work. “You’ve been given valuable experience, annnnnd, I got to have fun without the clean-up.” She hits the enter key with emphasis.
“Right…” Lucia chucks even more tissues into the garbage can.