Lisha woke up sprawled out on Penelope's bed, one hand cupping her sore pussy and the other fisting a handful of lewd papers. Automatically, she stroked her fingers along her nether lips as her consciousness sharpened, working the moist hairs aside until she could stroke along the moist line of her sex.
Her fingertip circled around her clitoris, but it didn't take long to realize she was still sore from the night before. She worked her digits down to her opening and pushed inside; there wasn't enough lubrication from excitement and the friction danced on the edge of pleasure and discomfort.
After a few strokes, it was clear that she needed to be more awake to enjoy herself. She pulled out with a sigh and then sniffed at the sweet tang that clung to her fingertips. She had gotten a lot more familiar with the smells of her own body in the last few days, not only from her wrinkled fingers but also the scene that wafted from both beds in the room.
One of Penelope's stories had a submissive who was forced to lick her own juices off her fingers. It was a hot scene, with a dominating master that had mind-controlled the character.
Half lost in the fantasy, Lisha had tried it herself, but it felt strange tasting her own cunt on her fingers and she dismissed it as something that didn't excite her.
That wasn't entirely true, it excited her to read it on the page. She had orgasmed repeatedly at the scene until she had every word memorized. Even then, she felt a quivering heat rising up as she pictured herself on her knees, a collar wrapped around her throat, as she begged for her master to take her.
Lisha reached down to enjoy another orgasm but her sex never got above a quiver of memory. She sighed with frustrating. After days of rubbing herself, some of the pages no longer held the excitement they did on the first day.
She pushed herself up with a groan.
Penelope's stories were scattered on the floor again. Some of the edges were stained, others were wrinkled from where she accidentally rolled over them in the throes of some orgasm or stepped on them as she staggered around looking for clothes to get food or take another shower.
She blearily looked at the ground and shook her head. “She's going to know I've rubbed one out using her pages after this.”
Maybe she could steam them flat? Or press them in a book to hide her indiscretions? Though, not much else could hide the signs of damp fingers holding the pages, there were a lot more smudges along the edges were pussy juices had soaked in the paper. She started to convince herself that her roommate wouldn't notice any extra mess but then she saw her teeth marks in the page from one particularly hot scene when she needed both hands.
There was no way Penelope would miss that.
“Shit,” she muttered with a blush.
After a few minutes of staring, Lisha told herself, “Just pick everything up. Just pick it up and stop acting like a slut.”
She groaned as she knelt down. Her thighs were sore as the rest of her. Somehow she had gotten more aggressive with her fingering and she could see faint lines of scratches on her inner thighs and along the swells of her breasts. Gingerly, she hefted one breast and felt the soreness around her nipple, not to mention a bite mark.
Lisha didn't even remember biting on her nipple but the thought of it brought back the growing itch that she needed to scratch. Her efforts to gather up the pages turned into looking for fresh material to get her off.
Domination scene with the collar? Memorized.
The “fell beast of the woods” and the fucking against a giant tree? Her pussy quivered at the images that rose in her head. The later scene in the pool and then the one next to the fire brought more heat but never enough to get her juices flowing.
The scene with the priest and the gang-banging blessing? Just a bit more, almost enough but when she cupped her sex, there was heat but not enough moisture to lubricate her fingers.
She gathered page after page, ordering them as she tried to find something new, something fresh. As the pile grew, so did her itch.
Lisha bit her lip as she whimpered. She crawled across the room, gathering up every page but everything was known. Just a teasing word here and there but nothing to ignite a passion that would sate the craving that pooled in her cunt and demanded to be released.
Finally, she got up on her knees and dug into Penelope's bag of porn. The heavy summoning book slid out and hit the bed with a thud. She ignored it as she dug into the pockets and pouches in desperation.
Nothing.
“Damn it!”
She slumped back and swore again. Her left hand cupped her sex again, stroking against the sore skin as she tried to bring herself without help but she couldn't reach it. Her imagination and excitement had run dry.
Lisha dropped her head to the blanket and let out a sigh. “Fuck.”
The summoning book scraped against her scalp.
She peeked up. Up close, she could smell Penelope's sex on the binding, saw the fingers of countless orgasms that were hidden inside the pages. In the edges of her vision, a faint aura glowed from the pages from the constant summoning that could bring up a creature that she would never tire of.
Lisha sat up, her cheeks burning.
“No, fuck no, no, no. Don't think of it. Don't ever think of it.”
She had never seen Penelope's creature, only the webs that it left behind and the stench of orgasms that flooded the room. Penelope had been summoning it for a year now and there was no end to her desire to go away; even to the point her grades suffered in the quest for the endless orgasms that came from eldritch magic.
Lisha whimpered as she stared at the book. It was a low level creature.
She tore her eyes away. “No, damn it, Lisha. Don't even think of it.”
Her pussy grew slicker, she could feel the tingling heat as it seeped out from her lower lips. Trembling, she reached down to cup her sex and two of her fingers slipped into the moist opening. She was sore, but the heat and juices transformed the discomfort into pleasure.
She pressed her chest against the bed as she stared at the book and tried to imagine what creature would be summoned. Penelope said it had tentacles. Would it reach out and grab her, caressing her nipples, sides, and thighs at the same time.
Her fingers grew slicker.
She moaned as she tried to imagine a beast towering over her, lashing out to grab her wrists and pin them behind her back. The heat continued to grow as she imagined it binding her legs the same way, plucking her off the floor as it held her over the the bed.
It had to have thick tentacles, ones that pushed inside her pussy with little thrusts that grew faster. That is how her lovers had done it, thought they only lasted a few seconds before emptying their seed. But Penelope said the tentacle creature would last longer, hours even.
Lisha imagined it would thrust deep and pull out, plunging into her sex with hammering strokes that stretched her out with every stroke. She moaned as she thrust finger, fingering herself roughly as she imagined being ravaged by the beast, impaled into her pussy and fucked until her orgasm became a knife edge of desire.
She gripped the edge of the bed as she came, a quick but hard burst of pleasure that blinded her for a moment. She bit down on the blankets to avoid screaming out as she lifted her hips and imagined how the beast would take her from behind, holding her still as he jammed deep into her cunt over and over again.
One orgasm exploded into a second and then a third before the fantasy in her head crumbled. Panting, she slumped back to her knees as she kept her fingers buried into her wet box. A tremble coursed through her body as she looked at the book.
The temptation was too much for her.
With a gasp, she pushed the book across the bed. It fluttered once before sliding into the space between the blankets and the wall.
Lisha moaned and tried to pump her fingers again, but the excitement had faded. Gingerly, she eased her fingers out and looked at her dripping fingertips. The smell of orgasm teased her.
She wiped her fingers on her own blanket before standing up unsteadily. She had to get out of her room, even for a few hours. It was the only way to clear her head and stop losing herself in orgasms.
Lisha panted as she looked around.
First… get some clothes on.
Then, maybe get more food from the mess hall before it shut down for the night.