“So, I guess The Red Chamber is for practice lessons.”
“Yes, but not exclusively. Actually, The Red Chamber is for all the cambions to relax and have some good quality time when they can afford it.” Lamia didn’t forget to spice her comment with a wicked wink, at which Sophie couldn’t help but blush and smi
le.
Sophie took a few steps and touched the red velvet on the walls, the soft pillows, and some of the objects scattered on the tables. When she turned to look at her roommate, her attention was captured by a small door across the room, between the mirrors and the prisoners’ spot.
“Oh, that’s the door to the dungeons,” said Lamia, noticing her friend’s interest. “Well, dungeons is an inappropriate term because they are really nicely designed, clean and comfortable, like everything in the Academy. We care about our unfortunate prisoners. There is a long corridor behind that door and it goes deep into the East Pavilion. Only the best cambions are allowed to use it as they please.”
“Then why is it out in the open?”
“Everyone knows their place here. You won’t go in there if you’re not sure you can handle it.”
“Fair enough.” Sophie scanned the whole chamber with her enthusiastic, brown eyes. All she had seen in this one day seemed unreal, and the impressions and emotions overwhelmed her. She felt good, maybe a little bit scared, but she felt like home. Protected. The steamy water in the basin was giving off enough warmth for her to feel a tickling drop of sweat trace her spine. And then, the tickling was gone when Lamia circled her waist with her arms and pressed her small, perky breasts against her back. She was slightly taller than Sophie.
“I know you’ve noticed how different you are, how your cravings are stronger and more elaborate than the others’.” Lamia’s voice was low and seductive. Whispering into her ear, she traced her sides with her warm palms.
Sophie’s breath hitched at the foreign feeling. She had never been touched this way before. In her small French town, in the house on top of the hill, her mother had kept her safe and out of temptation’s reach. Now, she felt like she could melt into her friend’s arms. Lamia smelled of jasmine and oriental spices, her voice was intoxicating, her words sinful.
“You’ve felt how religion is such a foreign notion to you, something unreachable, so impossible to understand; how your father’s teachings of obedience and virtue never sank in, and remained a mystery.” Lamia’s fingers were now digging into Sophie’s rich hair, combing it, massaging her scalp. “You’ve refrained from these feelings and desires for so long. In here, with us, they’ll bloom beautifully, and you’ll be able to let go and indulge in things that you’ve only dreamed about.”
Sophie could feel hot, wet kisses being planted on her neck and jaw. Lamia’s hands had left her hair and were now dangerously advancing to the roundness of her breasts. Her breathing had become shallow. With closed eyes, she was concentrating on the soft touches, marveling at how good they felt.
“At first you’ll learn, and then you’ll watch. You’ll come here during practice classes, sit on a sofa and watch the other students trying their skills on the prisoners… or their friends.”
Hot, vivid images flooded Sophie’s mind. She leaned in closer to her roommate’s chest, letting herself enveloped by the girl’s sweet warmth. When Lamia bit her earlobe, her delicate hands squeezing her breasts, thumbs going to tease at the perky nipples through the fabric of her blouse, Sophie jumped slightly, a needy moan leaving her lips.
“You’ll see their energies floating in the air, charging the atmosphere with the need of release; prisoners breaking their chains to embrace their captors, seduced by their bodies and touches, willingly giving away their energy, becoming addicted… Perfect bodies glistening in sweat… moving, rubbing against each other, hands stroking… moans and cries, pleas… and everything there, right in front of your eyes.”
The brunette’s nimble fingers were now shamelessly pinching Sophie’s hard nipples. Sophie felt like she was going to explode, the caresses, the husky voice and sinful words being too much for her. Her pussy was soaked and her hot juices had already ruined her panties and jeans. She couldn’t stand it anymore. In a quick motion, she threw her left hand behind her, grabbing Lamia’s wavy hair in a determined fist. Craning her neck in an awkward position, Sophie crushed her lips to Lamia’s. She felt her breasts being squeezed harder and her friend’s tongue poking at her inexperienced lips. She opened them, letting Lamia’s sweet muscle ravish her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, pulling her roommate’s hair mercilessly, feeling her wet pussy throb. The deep, passionate kiss sent waves of pleasure through her body.
A loud bang made them both jump and draw away. The most needed air she could now inhale freely made Sophie pant, her heart ramming into her chest as she turned her head and spotted Kain standing in front of the door to the dungeons.
Instead of being surprised, Lamia simply smiled and hugged Sophie close to her body, resting her chin on her left shoulder.
“Oops, didn’t mean to startle you,” said the blond cambion, wearing his wicked, trademark smirk. Of course he did. He walked towards them, rounding the pool, his moves bold and elegant. His eyes were gleaming and his cheeks were slightly flushed. His entire body seemed to be enveloped in a fresh, golden aura. One couldn’t see the waves of positive energy, but they were there, filling the space around him.
“Kain, can’t you wait ‘till tomorrow?” Lamia motioned to the small door across from them.
“Never. Besides, I needed something to clear my head before the Ceremony.” He got right in front of the two girls and was now looking down at Sophie. “This must be our new colleague.”
“Sophie, meet Kain Svjetlo. Kain, this is my roommate, Sophie La Volpilliére.”
“La Volpilliére. French women are nice.” Instead of shaking hands, like a normal person would have done, Kain touched her cheek, looking her straight in the eyes. Brown met blue, Sophie’s dark orbs drowning into Kain’s icy depths. Right then, she felt like a bond was formed between her and that sexy demon, and she prayed he felt the same. She wasn’t scared of him. Actually, having him so close made her aware of the fact that she couldn’t understand the others’ reluctance when it came to Svjetlo. His touch was tender, albeit possessive.
Still cupping Sophie’s cheek, Kain moved his eyes to Lamia. Without a word, he leaned in and captured the other girl’s lips into a bruising kiss, pressing his body against Sophie, trapping her between the two of them.
Sophie inhaled sharply, marveling at the manly scent Kain’s skin spread along with a strong, almost palpable energy that aroused her. Her senses were overwhelmed by this strange aura, happiness flooding her heart, images of a wide plain, covered in green grass and bloody poppies coming to her mind. She could smell the freshness of the air and feel the hot rays of the blinding sun burning her skin.
Coming back to reality, Lamia’s breasts were digging into her back and Kain’s rock-hard member was brushing her stomach. She felt the urge to rub herself against that big cock, wishing their clothes to simply vanish into thin air. Which was physically impossible, just like the idea that the kiss between the blond and her roommate would last forever. When the two of them drew apart, Sophie felt empty and cold. Even though Kain took a step back, she could feel all the places where he had been pressed against her burning and throbbing with need. She had to control herself.
“See you around, then.” Kain winked at Lamia and then looked down at her girlfriend. “You too, Miss La Volpilliére.” With that, he was out of the room, leaving the two roommates alone in The Red Chamber.
“Don’t worry, he’s always like that. He’ll take anything he’s given.” Lamia let go of Sophie and walked to the door.
“Why would I worry?” Feeling confident all of a sudden, Sophie smiled at her friend seductively.
Lamia arched her left brow, looking amused. “Good, good.” She turned to walk out of the room.