Chapter 12: Thunder-**** - RR
Thunder cracked, our seats shook. Aureli, the audacious madwoman, had turned Commencement into her personal stage-show, Corpusculaire trailing wide flashes of light across around the auditorium.
A tug came at my hand. I pulled my eyes away to glance at Reilin. Her lips were pulled wide, staring back at me. She pulled again, dragging my hand to her thigh, and then turned back to the show.
The callous of my warehouse worn fingers caught on her dress’s lace, pressing into her soft flesh, pulling it higher. The rest of our row was empty, excluding Ainset at my other side. She was enraptured, light warping across her metallic curves and bends, mouth moving as if in prayer.
I ached, cock hard against cotton.
She wouldn’t stop us, right?
Reilin’s thigh rolled soft beneath my fingertips, up to her still humid triangle.
This is stupid, I’m not risking expulsion again just to get Rei off.
"Ains." I spoke; it was barely a whisper over the cacophony.
"Ains!" I repeated. She didn’t budge, still muttering to herself. Waving a hand in front of that brass visage had no effect, she was gone. I surveyed the auditorium, throughout, Carillon hung in the air like limp ornaments.
They’re dark.
The lace thong was sopping, drenching the side of my hand as I rocked it up and down.
If we’re doing this, I’m getting what I want. Expelled is expelled.
I nudged my elbow into her ribs and gestured to Ains. A roll of light caught her crimson hair, grinning. She reached for my skirt and I grabbed her hand.
It’s my turn.
I yanked, pulled her over the armrest, into my lap, and she immediately began fumbling with the layers of cloth keeping us apart.
Leaning forward, my lips brushed her ear, "As soon as she stops, not a second longer, we’re done." Coup de Tonnerre’s arms stretched languid across the crowd, shaking with electric spasms.
"Mmh- How did you fit it in these?" she said, trying her best to pull me free from my undies. I reached around her thigh and helped, popping my length free through the leg of them to flip up, pressed against her now exposed mound. Her back arched, pressing her shoulder blades into my breasts. The panty-hem bit into the side of my cock, so I wrestled it further, around my sack, breathing a sigh of relief, finally free in the cool air.
I leaned forward, bending her belly into it; she reached out to grip the seat in front of her, rose onto her toes, sliding it up me. My tip pressed into her mound, and she began to gyrate to the Aureli’s beat, mashing me into her clit.
Sitting back, I let waves of ear-searing sound, my idol’s voice, batter me as I grabbed her thick, goose-bumped ass and kneaded my thumbs into it.
Thick cloud poured across our section, the world went dark, sound muffled. The air was charged, dim light strobing distant. I rolled my hand around her to the tops of her thighs and pulled, sinking my tip past her stretched entrance, "Haaaah~!"
A spark snapped between us as I brought a hand from her thigh to her neck, into crackling curls. She lowered further onto me, slip by slip, pressing her butt against my hipbones, clenching me and letting out a bratty whimper.
Are we- Is this Tonnerre’s hair?
I felt the gravity, the thought of something so powerful providing us cover to fuck in public. She bottomed out, mashing her folds against my base, and I tightened my fingers in her hair, pulled her head back.
The song crescendoed, and my whole body surged, hands hit armrests and I rose to my feet. She still gripped the seat at her front, moaning, "Oh Fuaaa~♥"
The lime-green head of hair in that seat turned, eyes widened, and then turned back.
We’ll deal with that later.
I bucked, hips slapping her ass, and felt two tipped fingernails drag across the bottom of my cock, tracing small circles.
Not good enough? You need to rub your button?
Cora let me do all the work. Our skin was wet with condensation, every slap stung and sparked. I kept pace with Aureli, sliding almost free of her before plunging back in, ramming against her core.
Her hips rolled, walls fluttering around me, she lowered her head to the seatback in front of her and just took it, chest heaving, "Uaaaahhh- Oh Ser- Fuuuu~♥"
There, call that a girl-cock again...
"Are you gonna- cum?" She asked, rolling her face into the crook of my neck. I was about to, pulsing, deep in her heat.
A line of soft light cut through our cover. I turned my shoulder away, wrapped my arms close and shrunk, hoping they wouldn’t notice us as I let myself go, pouring wet cum into my shaking ex-nemesis.
"Do- do you mind if I scoot past?" I peeked over my shoulder, saw cherry blossom pink, pain, and felt our tether try to yank free from my chest.