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DAY 23
Harrow opens the door in her usual fashion, with jittery fingers and a layer of anxiety covering her entire figure.
She’s wearing her usual black tee and black shorts, leaving her slim legs naked for Gideon’s pleasure.
Gideon’s cock, hard and leaky in her boxers, jumps in interest when Harrow licks her lips without really thinking of what such a little gesture does to Gideon’s overworked fantasy.
It would’ve been something innocuous, Harrow casually licking her lips. Something she’d not have paid too much attention to, other days.
But not today.
Today Gideon is pent-up, horny, and on edge. She is one step away from ripping Harrow’s clothes off her body, and take her against a door.
She’s too far gone today, that once the thought forms in her head, her body reacts without any further notice. She doesn’t even say hello, for God’s sake…
Gideon hugs Harrow’s waist with one arm, and her butt-cheeks with the other, hopping her up around her own midriff.
Harrow yelps, taken by surprise as she grabs Gideon’s shoulders to keep her balance.
Fretfully, Gideon runs all the stairs up to Harrow’s room, Harrow’s legs around her waist, and little else in her mind other than Harrow’s lips, Harrow’s thighs, Harrow’s cunt.
Once reached her bedroom, Gideon slams the door behind her back with a kick, then she turns with a swift movement, and slams Harrow against said door, finding her lips and licking inside her mouth.
“Mh—!” She hears, but Gideon kisses her sloppily, all tongue and teeth and wet mouth on wet mouth, deep and unrestricted, while Harrow abandons herself completely to Gideon’s will.
She feels hands running through her hair, blunt fingernails sending shivers down her spine, her own hard cock begging for release.
They kiss, and kiss, and Gideon kisses with the sole purpose of swallowing Harrow whole.
Harrow, for better or for worse, kisses her back with the same enthusiasm, wriggling her body against Gideon’s and the door behind her back, looking for a friction between her legs that only Gideon can satisfy.
So she does.
She gives Harrow some space to drop her feet back to the floor, while Gideon opens up the buttons on her jeans first, allowing her cock some breathing room, yet leaving it unattended in her grey boxers. She hears Harrow moaning a soft “Griddle…”, but Gideon is too focused on dropping her weight to the floor herself, knees on the hardwood floor, hands on Harrow’s hips helping her shorts down her thighs.
It’s a moment before her lips attach themselves to Harrow’s wet cunt, and famished slurping noises fill the bedroom.
Harrow screams her name, her name!, and Gideon loses her goddamned mind.
Like usual by now, her lips and tongue work tirelessly to give Harrow the very best orgasm every single day. And today is no different, yet Gideon feels starved.
As if she didn’t have Harrow’s taste on her tongue just yesterday. And every day for the last three weeks and counting.
It’s not enough, apparently. Having Harrow’s dripping cunt in her mouth for 23 days in a row is not enough for Gideon to feel fully satisfied.
Fuck no…
She wants it all.
She wants Harrow, over and over. She wants to fill Harrow up with her tongue, with her fingers.
With her cock.
Gideon groans, her hand betraying her by wrapping itself around her painfully erected shaft through soft, damp cotton.
Her groans travel from her mouth to Harrow’s pussy, and she hears Harrow moaning so loudly she is relieved Camilla and Palamedes are not home.
She cannot stop herself, as she moans harder into Harrow, stroking her own cock, and sucking Harrow’s clit deeper in her mouth.
It’s an impending doom once she feels Harrow praying to keep going, praying she’s so close, please, Gideon, please, cum, please, please, please, oh God, Gideon!, please…
Gideon feels the telltale zap from her balls travel up to her shaft as she cums with a pitiful groan.
White dots swarm her vision, and white ropes of cum shoot in her grey boxers, wetting the cotton pathetically.
Her tongue, now more than trained well enough, doesn’t miss a bit. One, two, three circles around Harrow’s clit, and Harrow follows her in cumming.
Her body, kept upright by miracle thanks to Gideon’s hard bicep, taut shoulders and impressive neck muscles, goes rigid against the very helpful door, then hard spasms run down through every single one of her muscles.
It’s so beautiful, Gideon feels her cock spurting one last feeble jet of cum in sympathy.
When Harrow slumps down the door, lowering herself to Gideon’s drenched lap, Gideon feels her mouth before she can actually understand what is happening.
They’re kissing again, Harrow taking charge of her mouth, and licking her own cum from Gideon’s lips. Gideon, still dizzy from her own feral orgasm, tries to keep up, moving their bodies in an even worse position.
Harrow’s wet pussy slots perfect against Gideon’s drenched, softening cock.
The way they both moan once their bodies start rubbing against each other is both pathetic and arousing for Gideon. Her poor, wet cock starts to perk up again, chubbing up in her boxers at the speed of light.
Harrow’s tongue keeps dancing in her mouth, while Gideon moves her hips rhythmically to stimulate her cunt.
They’re…not gracious. They look like animals in heat, if Gideon has to guess.
Yet, it doesn’t matter. Not when Gideon finds the hem of Harrow’s tee, and with one simple movement, she removes it off her body.
Beautifully naked, Harrow humps Gideon’s cock, mewling pitifully, while Gideon bends her neck and decides now is the perfect time to make out with Harrow’s perky tits.
It’s always a surprise, finding Harrow’s tits so goddamned sensitive.
Every kiss, every touch of her tongue, every time her lips close around a taut nipple, Harrow jumps and moans and grinds harder against Gideon’s cock.
It’s addicting.
It’s fucking addicting to be basically fully dressed, with only her jeans open and lowered just enough for her cock to feel comfortable in her boxers, while Harrow writhes and whimpers as her tits get sucked sloppy style, and her cunt gets humped for all its worth.
Gideon is not sure how long she spends on Harrow’s tits, kissing and licking her nipples like a beast in need of release. It might have been no more than five minutes, or maybe five hours.
She’s not sure, and she doesn’t care, not when Harrow starts shaking again, her body convulsing under wave after wave of another orgasm, and her cock spurts rope after rope of hot semen, drenching her underwear and Harrow’s in cum.
“Fuck,” Gideon breathes out, her lips wet with spittle, and Harrow gloriously naked and relaxed in her arms.
“Mhmm…” Harrow nods, her hips moving softly against Gideon’s, stealing another growl from Gideon’s mouth. “You did so good, Griddle. So good, my perfect fucktoy.”
Gideon hums, feeling the warmest sensation spreading from her chest.
“Yeah?” She was a bit afraid, to be honest. Maybe she was too rough this time…too demanding…
“So perfect, Griddle.” She says, caressing Gideon’s hair with reverence.
Fuck.
Gideon’s cock juts once, twice, in a pathetic try to chub up again. She groans, rubbing her nose in Harrow’s neck, her scent driving her fucking insane.
“Tired, Griddle?” Harrow asks, with a soft smile stretching her lips.
Gideon whimpers, thinking of something else she’d like to stretch herself, and her mouth betrays her in the typical afterglow loss of filter.
“Wanna fuck you…” She whines, her cock weeping, hugging Harrow closer.
“Sssh…” Harrow tries to shush her, sending shivers down Gideon’s back when her blunt nails scratch the back of her neck.
“Wanna fill you up…” she moans, her hips moving again, humping up into Harrow’s spread legs.
“Griddle, darling…” Harrow starts, searching for Gideon’s eyes, but fuck, Gideon is so fucking gone when she hears the nickname.
“Wanna fuck you full of cum,” she growls, her voice hoarse and harsh against her teeth, “I’ll make you feel so full, Harrow. It’ll feel so good.”
Harrow moans, her head dropping back against Gideon’s neck, biting her tenderly.
“I could fuck you full, for days, Harrow…” Gideon sobs, her whole body tense and ready to snap.
“Gideon…”
“Just—, please!” She begs, now so far from the edge of sanity, she can feel her whole body abandoned against Harrow. “Please, Harrow…let me fuck you, baby.”
She doesn’t realise she’s begging. “I’ll fuck you, and I’ll cum so deep inside you. And…” she starts moving her hips again, her cock now sticky and heavy and fuck! She needs to be inside Harrow, like, yesterday!
“Gi-Gideon, darling…” Harrow moans, her hips moving against her will.
“…and after I cum inside your cunt, over and over, fuck—“ Gideon’s hips jut erratically now, her cock chubbing up again, but nowhere near ready to fuck Harrow just yet, too oversensitive and sticky to do its job. “Harrow, baby, I’ll clean my mess, I promise. I’ll cum inside, and whatever spills out, I’ll lick it off of you. I’ll eat your pussy every day. Every fucking day. Harrow, please!”
Harrow growls, hands deep in Gideon’s hair, resting her forehead against Gideon’s, and looking deeply into amber eyes.
“Please. Harrow, baby, I wanna fuck you so badly…”
Harrow kisses her, slipping her tongue past her teeth, and rubbing against Gideon’s clothed cock with her messy pussy.
She gets lost in the kiss, enveloping Harrow in a bear-like embrace. It’s impossible to keep track of time when Harrow kisses her like that. She swallows her, their tongues licking and sucking each other with no intention of ever stopping. Lips on lips, wet saliva mingles with wet saliva, and Gideon stops thinking about anything else for just one second.
They separate with a wet pop.
“Lose your pants, Griddle, and get on the bed.”
*
Day 0
It’s mostly Coronabeth’s fault, all things considered.
When she sees them arguing at the pool table. Again. Bickering, like an old married couple.
She simply makes a joke, okay?
“You should make it more interesting,” she laughs, with a beer bottle in her hand and a scheming smile on her full red lips.
“Like, how?” Gideon asks, her body bent over the pool table, aiming for a risky shot.
“Like, make a bet or something.”
“Ooooh, that sounds fun!” Isaac joins, from the other side of the table, with Jeannemary right beside him. “Like, if you win you do Harrow’s laundry all week! Or the other way around!”
Harrow snorts, hips resting on the edge of the table, carefully looking at Gideon’s while she shoots. “As if I would ever let Gideon Nav anywhere near my underwear,” she says, in a deadly serious tone.
“AH!” Gideon replies, humoured now. “I’m fine, midnight sovereign. I prefer to keep my eyes intact, thank you very much. I never want to see you grannie’s panties,” she adds, with a smirk.
“That is so boring,” Coronabeth jumps in, once more, “I meant something dare-y.
Something that would really make you work hard to win, you know?” She taps a long index on her chin while biting her lips, pensive.
“Like, what?” Gideon prods, taking a sip of her beer.
“Like, if Harrow wins, you have to give her head for a month.”
Gideon chokes on the beer and starts to cough her lungs out.
“Fuck!” She says, between coughs, “what the fuck, Cor?!”
Harrow is simply petrified, her cue halfway aimed and her eyes wide shot.
“Hey, I’m just saying! You guys are terribly boring, you could spice up your life a a little. Especially you, Harrow, darling,” is Cor's stupid dumb as fuck response.
“And you think having Griddle go down on me for a month will accomplish that how, exactly?” Harrow asks, with an arched eyebrow, while resuming the game.
“She’s not so bad with her tongue,” Cor admits, with a sly smirk, and a little colour on her cheeks.
“Yeah, babe. We can do an encore whenever you want,” Gideon jumps in, flicking her tongue out a couple of times for good measure.
“You are disgusting,” Harrow mumbles while she applies some chalk to her cue.
“And if I win? Scenario that is way more likely, by the way. Have you seen her?” Gideon asks Coronabeth, pointing at the short girl just a few feet away. “The cue is heavier than her, c'mon.”
“Same thing. Head for a month.”
Gideon bellows. “GOD! Hard pass! Dude, I prefer to keep my dick attached to my body,” Gideon replies, grabbing her own cock as if to protect it from Harrow’s sharp teeth.
“Oh, Red, look at those lips though!” Corona points out while starting to address the lady in black, “Harrow, dear. Did anyone ever tell you that you have the perfect lips for blowjobs, darling?” She asks in a tone that would be more appropriate for a conversation about tea and scones.
Gideon's eyes are as wide as saucers by now, while her cheeks and neck are flushed and hot.
Harrow grits her teeth hard, while her hand automatically smacks her face, covering her eyes at the vulgar words.
Corona laughs, and Isaac and Jeannemary join in, a bit embarrassed now.
“I’m just saying, one month of those lips wrapped around your beautiful cock, Gideon. I wouldn’t pass so fast…” Cor continues, biting her own lips, and looking seductively at Harrow, and even throwing a wink at her.
Gideon is so flushed by now, and staring a bit too intently at everything but Harrow’s lips.
Did Gideon ever think of Harrow’s mouth sucking her cock, inch by inch? NO! Fuck, no!
Not in a while! Like, months…at least…
Fuck! Okay! She might have thought of the stupid cupid bow of Harrow’s lips stretched thin around her shaft, as Gideon would fuck her throat deep and hard, and…maybe once! Or twice…
“As if I’d ever lose to Griddle, anyway,” she hears Harrow mumble, as she begins anew at aiming.
Say what, now?
“Well, I guess Gideon will have to go down on you for the month then. Or would you pass on a month of guaranteed orgasms, Nonagesimus?” Corona keeps the charade going.
Harrow laughs at that, full belly. Fucking bitch.
“I doubt Griddle could guarantee anyone’s orgasms, Coronabeth. Let alone my ones,” she laughs again, and tragically misses her shot, maybe a bit too amused by the topic.
See. Bitch.
“Well, if you keep playing like that, Nonagesimus, I guess you will not need to worry much about it,” Gideon decides to join the conversation again, her half-hard cock be damned, taking back her spot at the table.
“And maybe…” She adds, while shooting one ball in the hole, and smirking, “Just saying, maybe, Nonagesimus, you should worry about sucking my dick for a month by the end of the night.”
Gideon straightens up, puffs her chest, and smirks at Harrow, “I’m not sure you’d be able to fit it in your mouth, anyway…” she throws behind her back, while bending down and aiming for her next shot.
Harrow’s face turns dark, and her hand stops Gideon’s cue mid-shot.
“Okay then,” she says, haughty, and uptight, “let’s bet on it then.”
They don’t notice Corona, Isaac and Jeannemary’s reaction at that, too focused on each other’s eyes to do so.
Gideon straightens up, towering over Harrow’s slim figure.
“Yeah? You for real, Nonagesimus?” She asks, with the stupid crooked smile everyone is accustomed to by now.
“If you win…”Harrow starts, looking straight into golden eyes, “I will suck your dick for a month.”
Gideon's smirk widens, and her teeth capture her bottom lips without even noticing it. Her cock, now particularly interested in this turn of events, starts to harden to full mast.
Corona, Isaac and Jeannemary, in the meantime, cannot believe their eyes.
(“What is happening?” Jeannemary asks, her tone incredulous. “They’re doing it for real?!” Isaac goes, at the same time. Coronabeth smirks, and stays quiet.)
“But if I win…” Harrow continues, angling her head just a bit, tightening her grip on the cue, “I will fuck your mouth for a month, Griddle.”
It must have been her tone of voice or, maybe, the darkness of her eyes. But
Gideon’s cock decides it’s time to leak an indecent amount of precum in her briefs.
Gideon finds herself swallowing down some saliva that starts to accumulate in her mouth.
Fuck. Gideon is not sure there’s a losing side to this fucking bet. She must be fucking dreaming, right?
If she wins, Harrow will need to suck her dick for a month? She’ll get to feel Harrow hot mouth around her head, her tongue on her shaft, her lips stretched around her length? God fucking forbid, she’ll get to cum down her throat? What the fuck, she’s one gust of wind away from cumming in her pants, right now.
And if she loses, she’ll get to eat Harrow? For an entire month? As if eating pussy is not her favourite thing to do in the entire world! As if eating Harrow’s pussy is not her wildest, hottest, wettest dream since she started puberty…
“Deal, Griddle?” Harrow tilts her chin and sweetens her voice with a sickly coating, bringing Gideon back to the situation at hand.
Gideon starts nodding without even realising it, her eyes still fixated on Harrow’s black irises.
“Fuck it… Yeah, deal.”
They don’t shake their hands, honestly. They simply look at each other for one more second, before Harrow gathers the triangle rack, and positions all the balls to start a new game.
Now, Gideon is usually quite good at playing, okay?
But there is a little bit of an impediment when you are trying to aim, and your cock seems to be a bit of an attention hog and stays hard as fuck.
It also doesn’t help that Harrow’s lips are now incredibly distracting.
So it is really not her fault that, instead of checking Harrow’s moves and planning her own accordingly, Gideon is a touch too focused on the tip of Harrow’s tongue, which seems to be always doing something while she’s aiming her shots, rather than staying inside her mouth.
And Harrows is good, but she is flustered as well.
A game that usually lasts 5 to 10 minutes, seems to be taking a touch longer now.
It’s tight but is now literally one shot away from being the endgame.
Either Harrow makes the last shot, or Gideon will at the next turn.
One last shot, to see who’s the winner.
Harrow bends down the table and aims her cue, bottom lip tight in between her teeth.
And without too much fuss, she drops her last ball in the hole.
*
Now, Gideon is a sore loser, so the first thing that she does is demand a rematch, a 2-out-of-3 sort of thing. But everyone is pretty drunk by that point. Coronabeth keeps joking that Harrow will have the best head for the whole month, and Jeannemary and Isaac cannot stop giggling and making bad jokes.
Gideon, and her stupid, hard cock, stay quiet, the conversation moving to different topics once Camilla and Palamedes join them with more drinks.
So, they go home, Camilla being the only sober person that has to drop everyone around.
Bet or no bet, Harrow and Gideon barely look at each other for the rest of the night, giving for granted that the other would make the move if they took it seriously in any way.
But who would, right? No one in their right mind would think that a random bet based on a pool game would be taken seriously at all. Let alone something so…crude, and sexual, right?
Well, until the morning after, anyway.
*
Day 1
Gideon wakes up with a slight headache, and her mouth tasting like death and regret.
Naked and covered by the thin sheet on her bed. Horny as fuck.
All things considered, she had fun last night, and a little smile creeps on her lips once she remembers the smug face Harrow gave her after dropping that last ball in the corner hole.
“Ugh,—. Fuck…” Gideon groans, turning around in her bedsheets, humping her hips and rubbing her cock between the mattress and her abdomen.
Honestly, when Gideon drinks her whole body gets extremely hot, and horny, so you cannot really blame her for having dirty dreams during the night. Dreams of full lips around the tip of her cock, teasing the slit…
She clearly must be still drunk from the night before, running on alcohol fumes, cause …fuck it, she turns in her bed to grab her phone, and the first thing she does is type a message to Harrowhark Nonagesimus.
Gideon (12:57 pm):
-Hey Mistress of Gothness. How do you want to do this?
Of course, Harrow, being Harrow, doesn’t reply straight away. No. She must be too busy doing fuck knows to reply to Gideon’s thinly veiled horny texts.
So Gideon has time to let her fantasies grow. She grabs her cock, and using just her thumb, she starts teasing the head, smearing clear precum all around the glans.
“Oh fuck…” She moans, using her other hand to play with her balls, taut and heavy with cum she’d love to shoot down Harrow’s pretty, pretty throat.
Slowly, very slowly, she works her way to her shaft, all her length…fuck, she needs to grab some lube.
When she moves to grab a clear bottle on her bedside table, her phone vibrates on her pillow.
Harrow (13:21pm):
-Do what, Griddle?
Gideon, being the responsible adult she is, decides to give the most adult possible answer.
And in all her glory, hard as fuck, and so horny she could barely keep her head straight, she takes a selfie.
Aiming from her mouth down, covering the important bits with the sheet just enough that the outline of her cock can be seen through, she snaps a selfie with her middle and index finger in the typical victory sign at the side of her lips, and her tongue suggestively out in the typical crude gesture of eating pussy.
She doesn’t think twice before sending it to the dark-haired goblin.
Gideon (13:23pm):
-Don’t think I ever back down from a challenge, Dark Empress.
I have a daily appointment with your pussy for the next 30 days, don’t I?
Harrow always takes her time to reply to Gideon’s texts. But she should be used by now to Gideon’s crudeness, she never really tried to hide this side of her character anyway.
Gideon’s hand start to wander down below the bedsheet covering her lower half once more. Stroking lightly at the hardness found leaking pre-cum and dotting the white fabric with wetness, her head wanders to blurry images of dark hair, slim fingers, and pouty lips….
Harrow (13:45pm):
-You are a fucking pervert, Nav. Don’t ever send me texts like that again.
Gideon’s blood freezes for a second, and her hand stills from touching herself under the blanket. Maybe she went a bit too far. She shouldn’t touch herself to Harrow’s thoughts, anyway.
She knows better than that…not after doing it the first few times, back when she just started to masturbate as a form of relieving pressure. Back when, after she did it the first time, she had to do it again, and again, as she got particularly obsessed with those pouty lips of hers.
Gideon’s hand instantly grips tighter around her shaft, while looking at three dots appearing on the screen while Harrow types.
Harrow (13:47pm):
-Come over in exactly 4 hours. Or forget anything that happened last night.
*
Harrow shares a little two stories house with Camilla and Palamedes, just 15 minutes away from Gideon’s apartment.
It is a pretty decent house if you ask Gideon. They have a little living room, with a kitchenette on the ground floor, and three bedrooms: one on the ground floor used by Palamedes and Camilla, one on the second floor used by Harrow, and a third one used as an office space when any of them wants to work from home.
As Harrow is the one working from home the most, she is also the one that gets to use it the most out of the three, basically keeping the second floor all to herself, and leaving the ground floor to the other two.
When Gideon knocks on the main entrance, she has to wait a good 5 minutes before the door opens.
“Took your sweet time Nonagesimus, uh,” Gideon greets the smaller girl while taking a couple of steps inside the foyer, toeing her shoes off without too much effort.
“I was taking a shower, Griddle, something you should try every once in a while.” Harrow’s tone is bored and casual, but Gideon notices her bony fingers are fidgeting with the long sleeves of her turtleneck top.
Gideon snorts, half-amused, and half affronted by the dark-haired girl’s statement.
“I smell fantastic, my hagette, and you know it,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
Gideon’s eyes inadvertently fall on Harrow’s body.
Her short curls are still damp from the shower, and there’s the softest scent of body wash in the air. She looks…soft. Is that a thing? Harrowhark Nonagesimus, resident bitch in charge, soft?
Gideon shakes herself from her own thoughts, asHarrow takes the stairs. Gideon follows behind without being asked.
It is a bit surprising when Harrow opens the door of her office, rather than her bedroom.
Gideon has never seen the second floor of their house, really, but she expected nothing less than macabre decor.
It looks lived in: a little sofa in the middle of the room, with a desk at the back of it, and a short but long table in front of it. Libraries over libraries are filled with books, random memorabilia, and a distinctive scent of wood, paper, ink, and Harrow all around it.
The sofa looks soft, yet definitely too short for Gideon to be comfortably eating out pussy. She will do with what she has, n way Gideon Nav gets beaten by a tiny two-seaters sofa. Still…a bed? Why complicate her life, when Harrow must own a bed somewhere around the house, right?
The table in front of the couch is flat and long and sturdily made with heavy wood. A bunch of papers, and books are scattered across it, but what catches Gideon’s attention is a little ashtray, and a metal box, with a very visible grinder on it.
Gideon’s zeroes on it, taking two long steps and grabbing it.
“Look at you, Harrowark! Smoking pot without anyone knowing?!” She asks, a bit surprised that the tightest of asses she ever met, casually dabbles in recreational drugs.
Harrow barely looks at her, while moving easily to the desk behind the sofa.
“Shut up, and stop touching my things,” she says while rummaging through a drawer full of papers.
Gideon ignores her promptly, taking a seat on the sofa, and opening the small box with pot, papers and a little glass pipe. Taking a sniff at the weed inside, Gideon’s eyebrow shoots up at the quality of it.
“This is some good shit, Nonagesimus! Mind if I try?” She asks, looking behind her shoulder, while Harrow seems to have found what she was looking for.
Harrow stops and looks at her for a second, finally paying attention to what Gideon is doing. She takes a deep sigh, like the bare presence of the red-haired goof is giving her existential dread.
“Indeed I do mind, Nav.” She points out, with one eyebrow raised higher than the other, and a rigid composure. “Either you are fully sober for this conversation, or you can leave already.”
Gideon snorts, still quite amused to be fair, and puts the box and grinder back on the table.
“You really need someone to take that stick out of your ass, Nonagesimus. Fuck.” She mutters, starting to feel unsure about being in Harrow’s house at all.
Harrow walks around the sofa and drops a few papers, neatly folded, in Gideon’s lap.
“What’s this?” she asks, without a clue, opening them carefully.
She sees Harrow taking a deep breath, closing and opening her eyes slowly, as if for gaining some courage.
“They’re my STDs results, from my last full check-up,” Harrow explains, with a low voice, almost secretive.
Gideon scans the pages, eyes roaming between the negative results, and Harrow’s dark eyes, even darker than usual.
“You can see I got my results just last month, and I did not have intercourse with anyone since then,” Harrow continues, arms crossed tightly around herself, and black eyes avoiding golden ones.
Gideon is feeling hot, her skin starting to dampen, and she finally understands what is going on over here.
“Cool…” She mumbles, while looking at the papers, “I see…”
“Right.”
They are fucking awkward. That’s what they are.
So Gideon does what Gideon does best.
“So, wanna drop your pants and let me lick your pussy now?” She asks, her mouth not having a filter, ever.
“God, Griddle, do you have to be so fucking crude all the time?!” Harrow asks, blushing hard and fast all over her face.
“What? That’s why I’m here, right? Let’s get this show on the road, sweetcheeks. I kinda wanna have dinner sometime in the next few hours,” She says, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
“Disgusting pervert…” Harrow mumbles, without too much bite, rubbing her temples in circles.
Gideon smiles a bit, her dopy asymmetrical grin being so popular among her peers.
She takes a serious break, once her brain reconnects just a second after.
“I’m clean as well, just so you know. I have my results somewhere in my email. Got a link or whatever…” she drops casually, shrugging her shoulders.
Harrow regains some calm as well at that, seeing Gideon respond in a more serious matter to what she’s trying to do.
“I appreciate that. Not that we will get to the point of being…doing…whatever…” she stutters, getting redder by the second, and making Gideon think of being/doing whatever she’s implying, her dumb dick jumping to conclusions by bulging up slightly.
“Sure, right…this is not…of course,” she stutters as well, clearing her throat once more, and trying to regain some confidence. “I mean, thank you for showing me the papers. That’s cool of you…”
“Good.”
“Nice…”
There’s an awkward silence between them, for quite a few seconds.
Gideon sits stiffly on the two-seaters, elbows on her knees, and fidgeting slightly with the papers in her hands.
Harrow looks even more uncomfortable, stiff doesn’t even begin to describe her posture, while standing on the other side of the table, with her arms crossed under her chest.
“So…” Gideon begins, looking up to see Harrow’s gloomy face a few feet away from her. “How do you want to do this, Nonagesimus?” She asks, with her uneven smile creeping up once more.
Harrow looks dubious, uncertain, while her forehead creases even more.
Gideon has to feel unsure as well, looking at Harrow being so conflicted.
“You know we don’t have to do this, right?” She mentions, trying to find Harrow's eyes. “We can forget about it. It’s a stupid bet, we were drunk. You don’t have to do this, you know?” She tries to keep her voice steady, trying to convene how serious she is about this whole thing.
“Of course I know, Griddle!” She snaps, her eyes turning dark all of a sudden. “Are you trying to avoid your debt to me, Nav?” Harrow asks, tempestuously, irking Gideon tremendously.
“Hey, I’m trying to give you an out, asshole!” She answers, making Harrow’s eyes spark in anger.
The smaller girl takes two steps to reach Gideon, and grabs her red hair tightly in her fist, yanking her head up, and stealing a yelp of pain and surprise from the red-haired lips.
“I won fair and square, Griddle. You agreed to the terms of our wager. I will get my reward.” She says through gritted teeth, while Gideon looks deeply into the pits of the void. Her dick was now hard and straining again the seam of her jeans.
“You’re a kinky bitch, uh, Harrowhark?” She asks, teasingly, feeling her own lips stretch in an uncomfortable smile, being so big and dopy.
“You have no idea what you agreed on, Nav,” Harrow answers, tightening the grip on Gideon’s hair before realising her all at once, yanking her head back on the sofa.
Gideon pants a bit, throwing her arms back to keep steady on the two-seaters, while the dark-haired goblin regains her composure.
“This is how it’s going to work, Griddle,” she starts, moving a few steps away from the ginger head.
The hard tone she uses piques Gideon’s interest, and she quickly scrambles to sit more uptight.
“You agreed to go down on me for a month. 30 days. You’ll come here everyday after work, and pay your debt to me. Are you following so far?” She asks as if talking to the most incompetent of beings.
Gideon has always fought with her for using such a dismissive tone. The same tone that rubbed her wrong everyday they shared together since childhood, and the same tone she has argued with since then.
But now, in this room, while Harrow looks at her like she is one minute away from mauling her in the best fucking way, Gideon shuts up. And nods.
“Look at you being so good, Griddle,” she raises one eyebrow, and Gideon’s cock jumps at that like Harrow was talking directly to it. Gideon swallows in an audible gulp, and Harrow continues.
“If you say Dreadburh, all bets are off, Griddle. You say it, and we stop immediately. The whole thing stops. Repeat it now.”
Gideon's eyes widen at that. A fucking safe word? What is Harrow planning to do to her? The fucking kinky bitch…fuck, Gideon cannot believe how fucking lucky she got. She's going to send some flowers to Coronabeth tomorrow.
“If I say Drearburh, we stop immediately,” she repeats, looking at Harrow's tight jaw and mandible.
“Do you wish to stop, right now?” Harrow asks, her tone adamant, “Say the word, Gideon Nav. Say it now, and I will forget any debt you have to me.”
Gideon swallows, unable to stop her mouth to form any word whatsoever. She shakes her head, clearly showing to Harrow she will not say the word right now.
“Good. Now, get up and move the table so it’s out of the way,” Harrow commands, and Gideon stands up without thinking one second longer.
The table is sturdy, and heavy, but moves easily on the hardwood floors. Harrow moves behind the ginger head, getting right in front of the sofa, throwing a soft pillow on the floor right in front of her, where the table is now out of the way.
“Kneel, Griddle,” she says while standing still.
Gideon bends her knees to the floor, the pillow being the kind of soft touch that creates a little pit at the bottom of her stomach.
And fuck.
She’s at the perfect height.
As Harrow stands right in front of her, Gideon’s mouth and nose hang just slightly above Harrow’s belly button. She just needs to lower her head a bit…
As her eyes travel from Harrow’s bare feet to her eyes, Harrow runs her hand in ginger hair and tightens the grip once more, hard but not painful.
“You say Drearburh, and we stop this completely. No more 30 days. We drop the bet, and we continue our lives our separate ways. Are you confident in using it at any time, Nav?” She asks, looking deep into Gideon’s golden eyes, her grip on Gideon’s hair keeping her steady.
Gideon swallows again and nods.
“Are you familiar with the traffic light system?” Harrow asks, more softly now, loosening the grip just a touch.
Gideon nods once more.
Fuck, yes, she knows about that…not like she ever used them, though.
“What does green mean, Griddle?” Harrow’s voice, soft but firm, is doing all sorts of things to Gideon.
“Green…is all good, you can keep doing whatever,” she answers, her voice so husky she can barely recognise it.
Harrow doesn’t dignify the answer, she simply runs blunt nails on her scalp, making Gideon’s cock jump again at the silent approval.
“What about yellow?” She asks, her nails stopping at the nape of her neck.
“If we need to slow down…” Gideon gets shivers running down her spine when Harrow drags her nails back to the top of her head and grips her hair hard once
more.
“Fuck…”
“Red, Griddle?”
Gideon is so fucking aroused by now that she can barely keep control of her limbs, let alone her voice.
“Red…fuck, red? We have to stop.”
“Look at me, Griddle.” Harrow’s voice is hard, unmovable.
Gideon opens her eyes, not even realising that she had them shut for a bit there.
“You say red, and I stop. Do you believe me when I say that?”
Gideon stares at dark pits for a few seconds, before nodding her head firmly.
“Yeah. Fuck…yeah, I say red, you stop.”
Harrow stares back, just as intently.
“If you say red, I stop whatever we are doing during the day, Griddle. You will tell me if you wish to continue later or the day after,” she reaffirms “If you say Drearburh, we stop the whole thing. Bet’s off. No questions asked.” Harrow’s gaze changes, slightly, into one looking for confirmation.
“I understand. Sounds great…” Gideon licks her lips, her mouth feeling full of cotton for a second.
Harrow nods along and licks her own lips mimicking Gideon’s move.
Fucking hypnotising.
“Can I finally eat your pussy now, Mistress?” Gideon asks, grabbing all her confidence and plastering a smug smile on her face at the use of the cleaver monicker.
“Don’t fucking call me mistress, Griddle. I don’t think you fully understand what you agreed on here,” Harrow's voice is steady, and terrifying in the best way possible.
“Please, fuck—, tell me all the freaky things you have planned then, oh Gloomy Empress.”
“Shut up.”
Harrow moves just a couple of steps and grabs something from the back of the sofa, which Gideon cannot see.
“Griddle…do you remember the terms of our bet? The bet you lost to me yesterday night?” She asks in a sickeningly sweet tone.
“Yeah…” Gideon answers, her eyes squinting, slightly lost at what is going on now.
“Well, tell me then. What did you agree to do, exactly?”
“I agreed to eat your pussy for a month,” Gideon mumbles, dumbly.
“Wrong, Griddle...oh, so wrong,” Harrow laughs softly.
“Wait, what? That was the bet,” Gideon argues.
“Sweet, innocent Griddle. I didn’t agree to those terms. You agreed to my ones.”
Harrow steps back into the space between Gideon and the sofa, and grabs Gideon’s chin gently between index and thumb, forcing Gideon’s neck to strain to look up.
“I said that, if you won, I would suck your cock for a month…” Her tone, sweet and sickly, “but you lost, Griddle.”
Gideon is hypnotised by the thick atmosphere in the room, the scent of Harrow, heavy and heady.
“And now, you are as good as my personal fucktoy, Griddle,” Gideon’s head explodes, and her cock could cut glass by now, “and now, I get to fuck this pretty mouth of yours for the next 30 days.”
Harrow finishes, with all teeth on display on her face.
*
“Tell me your colour, Griddle.”
Harrow’s voice is deep, rough in a way that Gideon has never heard before.
“Green. So fucking green.” Gideon confirms with certainty.
Harrow moves her hands steadily, and Gideon finally realises what she grabbed from behind the sofa.
A soft-looking scarf, black of course.
Harrow hesitate just one second, looking between the piece of cotton and
Gideon’s eyes.
Gideon nods softly, without even realising honestly, giving Harrow that little push she was silently asking for.
When the redhead feels her eyes being covered with the scarf, she relaxes her shoulders a bit and breathes the soft scent of laundry detergent deeply.
“Now, Griddle. I don’t want to hear you utter a single word unless it’s a safe-word. Nod if you understand.”
Gideon nods, obediently.
“And I don’t want you to move your hands anywhere but where they are right now. Nod again.”
Gideon's hands close in a fist, left stranded on her own thighs. Fuck. She nods again.
“No touching, Griddle.” Harrow continues “Your hands are not a part of our deal, do you understand?”
Gideon, being the perfect obedient fucktoy she is, nods again.
It’s funny how senses get heightened once one goes silent. Gideon pays more attention to the sounds around her: Harrow’s breathing, the soft ticking of a clock that must be in the room, shit-fuck—,the clear sound of a button popping, and a zipper being pulled down.
Gideon swallows hard, anticipating what is about to happen.
She cannot see anything in front of her, but she clearly hears Harrow’s trousers
dropping on the floor, and a delicate whimper at what she imagines Harrow feels once she takes her panties down too.
Her imagination runs wild.
When did she start touching herself? She didn’t hear that…
How wet is she? Fuck, Gideon can hear the slick sounds over and over, and her cock is begging for mercy.
What kind of underwear is Harrow wearing? She thinks.
She looks like a boxer brief sort of girl. Cotton, and black, of course. Something so completely plain.
But Gideon’s mind is playing tricks on her, and she imagines Harrow donning silky lace, black, of course, but see-through.
God, Gideon’s mouth starts to salivate at the thought.
She tilts forward just a touch, but a firm grip on her hair stops her from moving any further.
“Not yet, Griddle. Be a good little toy for me, and stay still.”
“Hnghmm…” Gideon would be embarrassed by the noise she just made, but fuck, this whole thing is killing her so fucking slowly.
“You like when I call you a toy, Griddle?” Harrow asks, mockingly.
Gideon is nothing if not obedient. So she doesn’t use words, no. She just nods, fast, and swallows the saliva accumulated in her mouth.
“Oh, you do, don’t you?” Harrow mocks. “Well. That’s what you are to me now, Griddle. You’re my personal fucktoy. Your mouth is mine. This full lips of yours…” Harrow’s fingers trace the line of Gideon’s bottom lip firmly, “...all mine for the next 30 days.”
Gideon groans, moving her head a bit to follow Harrow’s finger. But Harrow is faster and grips her hair harder.
“Be still, Griddle.” Gideon licks her lips, instinctively. “And don’t lick your lips.”
Gideon whimpers at that, and sways back a bit, but accepts the order despite her growing frustration.
“Stay still, Griddle.” Harrow’s voice is hoarse, dripping arousal.
Gideon keeps still, on her knees, with a black scarf blinding her, and Harrow’s hand gripping her hair firmly.
Gideon starts to squirm a bit after a couple of minutes of just standing still, frustrated enough to almost ask if Harrow has any intention of letting her eat her pussy today or not when her nose picks a heady scent in the air.
“Stay still…Griddle, don’t move.” Harrow’s voice, hoarse and dripping arousal, is now almost broken. “Fuck…don’t lick your fucking lips. Stay…stay put.”
And then the clear noise of wet pussy, getting fingered.
Gideon’s breath hitches and her cock feels so fucking hard it might fall off.
“Harrow, fuck…” She breathes.
“Sssh…” Harrow shushes her, the wet sound of her fingers stroking and prodding now more intense, and fast.
Gideon can only imagine what is happening right in front of her.
Harrow is touching herself! She is fucking herself with one, or maybe two fingers?
Fuck, in Gideon’s head she is using three fingers, and her palm to stroke her clit.
The noises coming from Harrow’s mouth are simply pornographic. A litany of moans, broken whimpers, and the softest “Fuck, mmmm…oh fuck…”
Gideon cannot do anything but stay on her knees, her own fingers digging into her
thighs to keep from reaching for Harrow’s body, her cock leaking steadily into her underwear.
“Open your mouth…”
Gideon’s head jerks up, as she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out.
Ready. Oh, so fucking ready.
When she feels Harrow’s fingertips on her tongue, she reacts fast, and wraps her lips all around them, taking both deep into her mouth, and suckling Harrow’s juice off her fingertips.
Gideon cannot stop moaning loudly.
“Oh so good, Griddle…Suck my fingers,” Harrow’s voice doesn’t even feel real now, Gideon is so fucking lost in the sensation of the goth girl’s fingers on her tongue.
Gideon’s tongue swirls around two very wet digits and her taste is something that Gideon can barely get enough of.
Softly tangy, musky.
It tastes like want and desire poured over warm skin, something rough, something soft, something salty.
She sucks, hollowing her cheeks a bit, and making a very crude suctioning noise.
She licks, sloppily, while Harrow pushes her digits around her mouth, adding a third one to the mix.
She just got the smallest taste of Harrow’s pussy, and she craves so much more now.
Gideon whimpers, almost hurt, when the faint taste disappears from Harrow’s fingers.
And Harrow must sense the feeling, cause she withdraws her fingers from Gideon’s mouth, and grips her hair with both hands now.
Please, Gideon thinks, fucking please.
Harrow grips her head firmly, and with one single push towards herself, Gideon’s mouth latches with Harrow’s mons.
The scent of her arousal, strong and hazy, makes Gideon’s head spin.
The softness of Harrow’s pubic hair, trimmed from the feeling, tickles Gideon’s nose in the most satisfying of ways.
Gideon rubs her face on Harrow’s pelvis, breathing in her scent, leaving open-mouth kisses on her pubis.
“No teasing, Griddle,” Harrow says, her hands dropping from the top of Gideon’s head, and cupping the back of her neck instead “Not today…” She adds after a second, “Tell me your colour, Griddle…”
Gideon keeps nudging the pubic hair right beneath her face.
“Green. Harrow, please…”
Gideon can feel Harrow’s breath hitching.
“Please what, Griddle?”
Gideon raises her head toward Harrow’s face, resting her chin on the curve of Harrow’s soft abdomen.
“Please, let me eat you. Fucking please.” She clarifies, needy and breathy.
“Oh, Griddle, you beg so prettily…”
And without a single moment of hesitation, Harrow pushes her head down, and Gideon’s mouth finds Harrow’s pussy.
“Fuck yeah, right there…”
Harrow’s slit is so wet, and her clit is so engorged Gideon has no trouble bumping into it without even looking for it.
Her arousal tastes clean, tangy, and oh so fucking addicting. Gideon’s mouth cannot seem to catch all of Harrow’s juice.
Gideon knows how to eat pussy. She had plenty of experience under her belt.
So she uses all of her tricks, fuck trying to pace themselves here.
She swirls her tongue, sucks on the clit, she lays flat deep strokes from the bottom to the top.
She sucks and licks and tastes Harrow’s sex like her life had no meaning before this very moment.
She feels her chin and neck get wet, the clear noise of messy, sloppy pussy eating reverberating in the room.
Harrow keeps running her hands between the back of Gideon’s neck and the top of her head, her blunt nails sending shivers down Gideon’s spine.
When she grips her hair harder, Gideon keeps her head steady, her mouth open, and her tongue out, while Harrow starts to fuck herself on Gideon’s face. Hard.
She struggles to breathe, but Gideon wasn’t raised a quitter, so she keeps steady.
It must be no longer than ten minutes, Gideon thinks.
And when Harrow’s breath catches in her throat with a deep, heavy sigh and her hands grip Gideon’s hair so hard it hurts, Harrow cums.
She cums hard on Gideon’s tongue.