Lyra's eyes flicked between the pages of the book and Lloyd's face across the large table. She wasn't an idiot. They were literally the only three people in this House. They could whisper and Lyra would've heard it! So when she gave Lloyd the order to "endure", Lyra's mind raced as tantalizing possibilities danced around in her mind. Just what would Isobel do to her little Lloyd?
She had spotted the subtle shift in his posture the moment Isobel answered the question lingering on Lyra's mind. The way Lloyd's jaw clenched and his breaths came a bit too sharp as she droned on about the Quintessential Quartet... fuck, it was hot. Advisors handling the organization, Paladins commanding the soldiers… who gave a shit. All Lyra could think about was how Isobel's purple eyes must've been locked on Lloyd's thick cock, that evil mouth wrapped around it, sucking him deep like the witch she was.
Lyra shifted in her seat, her free hand slipping discreetly under the table's edge, fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her panties. She was soaked, pussy throbbing as she imagined herself in Isobel's place: on her knees, throat bulging with Lloyd's manhood, gagging just enough to make his eyes roll back.
"Gods, Lloyd, I'd do you so much better," she thought, rubbing slow circles over her clit while her voice stayed steady, explaining the Instructors' purpose or something. It wasn't like she was paying attention to the words she was saying. "I'd swirl my tongue around your tip and tease you until you're begging to fuck my face. And I'd fucking do it, too. I'd slurp your cock like it's my favorite meal. I'd finger myself while I soak in a pool of my own drool and cum."
His expressions were killing her. The goosebumps creeping up his neck, the way his fingers gripped the table edge like he was fighting a demon… Lyra bit her lip, stifling a moan as she watched him struggle, her own fingers dipping inside her panties now, plunging into her slick heat.
"My poor little Lloyd. Look at you trying so hard not to keep it together. If it were me, I'd let you grab my hair and yank me down until my nose grinds against your pelvis." Lyra bit her lip harder. "Fuck my mouth, Lloyd. Make me choke on every inch."
Lyra knew this was wrong. Lloyd was her childhood friend… her only family! Thinking these thoughts about him was wrong…! She'd already told herself that she shouldn't be having these thoughts about Lloyd!
But… maybe the wrong-ness of it was part of the thrill…?
Lyra's pussy clenched around her fingers, arousal leaking down her thighs as she stuttered through her explanation of Prodigies.
"I'd do it better than she could. I'd swallow you whole and hum around your dick to vibrate right through you. I'd milk every drop you gave me." Her clit ached under her thumb's pressure, building fast when Lloyd suddenly dropped his head, reaching an arm out in surrender.
Seeing an opportunity, Lyra took his hand without hesitation, squeezing it gently. Under the table, though, her fingers worked furiously, three now pumping her soaked pussy, the heel of her palm grinding her clit.
"Feel how I'm trembling for you? If you knew, you'd flip this table, bend me over it, and ram that cock into my tight little hole."
His groan was muffled, his body shuddering, and she knew he was cumming, flooding Isobel's throat while Lyra teetered on the edge. A little more and she'd squirt, juices threatening to gush, but she clamped down, holding it back with a whimper disguised as concern.
"I wish you could see me, Lloyd. Watch me squirt for you, then lick it up like the good boy you are."
"Are you alright?" Lyra asked, voice soft, golden eyes wide with feigned worry as she squeezed through her own orgasm. He mumbled something about being overwhelmed, and she nodded, releasing his hand reluctantly. The silence stretched, charged, until she couldn't take it anymore. Lyra had a hunger that demanded to be fed.
"O-okay… Do you mind if I look for the bathroom? I-I've been holding it for a while," Lyra lied.
Lloyd, unable to speak through pleasure, waved a hand at her. Fuck, she wanted to take him right then and there, but she restrained herself. Their friendship was far too valuable to risk it. Instead, she'd settle this matter herself, Lyra thought as she turned away towards the grand halls of House Greaves.
It was a miracle she'd remembered where it was from the previous day's tour. The moment she entered the lavish powder room, Lyra yanked her panties down and perched on the edge of the basin. Finally, she was free to really go at it. Fingers dove back in, four now stretching her greedy pussy while tightening a hand around her breast beneath her armor. She replayed it all: Lloyd's strained face, the hidden slurps, her hand in his during his release.
"Y-you came so hard for her, didn't you?" Lyra moaned through breathy whispers. "B-but imagine my pussy clenching around you instead… wet, haah… hot, begging for your seed. I'd ride you reverse and bounce my ass on your lap while I tell you to spank me red." Her breaths came in pants, free now to moan softly, hips bucking as she chased that squirting climax she'd denied herself. "Fuck, Lloyd! Pinch my nipples, bite my neck, make me scream your name! Pound me until I cream all over your balls. I need it, Lloyd! I need it!" It hit her like a wave, juices spraying in a messy arc. It soaked her thighs and the floor as she gasped, golden eyes rolling back.
Wiping up with trembling hands, Lyra adjusted her clothes, cheeks still burning. She slipped out, intending to return, but paused at the end of the hall behind a thick marble pillar.
The sounds hit her first. Wet slaps, low grunts, Isobel's elegant moans. Peeking around, her breath caught: Lloyd had the Demon Queen bent over, his hips slamming forward into her from behind. Isobel's black bun was a wreck, purple eyes half-lidded in bliss as she braced against him.
"Lloyd… Y-you feel so… good…" she'd moaned, pants down to her boots.
Lyra's pussy pulsated greedily, fresh arousal flooding her.
"H-holy fuck…"
She ducked further behind the pillar, hand snaking under her panties again, fingers circling her still-sensitive clit. Watching Lloyd dominate Isobel stirred a fire in Lyra.
"I wish that were me bent over for you, Lloyd. Your cock stretching my pussy wide. Your balls slapping my clit with every thrust… I'd push back harder, grind on you, whisper how I want you to fill me up." Her thoughts turned filthy, guiding him mentally. "Grab my hair. Good… Just like that… Yank my head back and fuck me deeper. Spank me until my ass glows, then flip me around and make me ride you. Mhmm. Perfect…"
"L-let me… cum, Lloyd. Please, Lloyd… Mmhh… P-please…!"
Lloyd flipped Isobel onto her back, spreading her legs and diving in with his mouth. Isobel squirmed with pleasure. Envious fire and voyeuristic lust burned, threatening to leak out of her mouth, but Lyra stopped it by biting her knuckle. "Eat me out like that, Lloyd! Tongue-fuck my hole, suck my clit until I'm thrashing. Don't stop when I'm close… Make me beg, then deny me until I please you enough."
She came again, hard and silent, pussy spasming around her fingers, juices trickling down her leg. Lloyd thrust back in, fucking Isobel to a shuddering climax before pulling out and shoving his cock down her throat. Isobel's gags were muffled, swallowing him whole until he grunted his release. Lyra watched, throbbing, wishing desperately to be that noblewoman on her knees.
"I'd deepthroat you better… No gagging, just pure suction, milking you dry. I'd swallow you clean and play with myself until you're ready to go again!"
They laughed after, talking back and forth before she sauntered off, leaving Lloyd to adjust himself. Lyra waited, heart pounding, giving it a full minute to steady her breath and smooth her hair. She couldn't let him know how badly she wanted to jump him, and she did need to calm these urges. She had an image to maintain, after all.
"Still overwhelmed, Lloyd?" she asked, sliding into her seat, voice casual despite the pulsing between her legs. "You look… flushed."
"Nah, I'm fine now. Settled right in."
She smiled back, the empty table between them hiding a world of secrets.