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Long has Castorice craved the intimacy of another. Even though she had managed to find love in her thousand years of endless life, never once had she felt the rawest love of all. To bear the touch of death, to be stripped of the right of that love had been the cruel fate she was destined. If to speak love was to feel the touch of another, then her mouth had been sewn shut.
To share a dance under the night sky. To lay in the arms of another. To share the warmth of each other’s bodies as one. All of this she was unable to offer. Yet the Dressmaster of Okhema would still accept her as she was. For that she was ever grateful, but she could not help but to desire more from her. That something being an act which she could never ask as it would endanger the life of her love.
So in the restless nights of Okhema, Castorice did the only thing she could to satisfy her needs.
“Lady Aglaea…” She moaned, biting down on her lip.
Her breathy whimpers soaked into the white cloth she held in her hand. The fabric of the one she adored most, a gift upon which her scent was ingrained upon. She pushed her nose up against the soft cloth, inhaling every last bit of Aglaea’s essence. With each inhale, she stroked her member, letting out another breathless whimper with each movement.
She could only imagine what it would have felt like, had Aglaea been the one beside her to take her to such heights of ecstasy. Yet that imagination alone was enough to push her over the edge. Just the scent of her soft and rosy skin etched upon the pure white cloth made her mind spin.
The image of the gold haired beauty flashed through her mind. Even in her thoughts Aglaea had been the most beautiful woman she’d ever laid her eyes upon. For her to wish for more than this, surely had been selfish. But she could contain this desire of hers for no longer. Her body heated up with the thoughts of the things she could never have.
How would her hands feel wrapped along Castorice’s length?
How would it feel for them to rub and squish her breasts?
Such a sensation would surely surpass what she was capable of on her own. But for now this would do. Gripping tightly to the cloth in her hand, she moved her right one faster. Closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the sweet taste of something rising through her core. Climbing up, higher and higher. And with one final stroke she let out a sweet string of semen.
Lying in her bed, naked and bare she panted. Her sheets covered in the aftermath of her release. The grip on the dress she held loosened, falling to the side of her pillow. She steadied her breath, her chest slowly rising up and down. Collecting herself, she sat up, realizing she’d ought to clean the mess she made. But, before she could lift herself off the bed, she heard a knocking on her door.
“Cas? Are you in there?” she called from behind the door.
Jolting off from the mattress, she panicked not knowing what to do.
“Lady Aglaea! Wait a second it’s just umm.. messy in here,” she responded nervously.
“Is everything okay in there? You seem distressed,” Aglaea said, voicing her concerns.
“No, everything is fine! Just stay out there for now!”
Picking up the white dress, she anxiously stashed it inside one of her drawers. Scouring the room, she stumbled around trying to find something to clean her cum, when she heard the creak of a door.
“Castorice? What is this?” She muttered, peering into the room with her golden strings.
Upon entering, she was greeted by a naked Castorice. Her room had been left a mess from her searching. The sheets of her bed still lingering wet.
“Lady Aglaea, I can explain…” Castorice said, sweat dripping down her neck.
She looked back at Castorice, her eyes blank, yet looking through her soul.
“Cas, I understand,” she nodded silently.
“You- what?” Castorice looked at her confused.
“I apologize Cas, all this time I had been ignorant of your feelings.”
“Lady Aglaea, there’s no need to apologize. It’s not your fault, really. If anything I-“
“Allow me to finish,” she gently interrupted. “It is indeed my fault, I hadn’t considered what you may have been… going through.”
“What do you mean?” She questioned.
“I mean your…” she cleared her throat, “Sexual needs.”
She spoke frantically looking embarrassed.
“Lady Aglaea- I didn’t mean for you to… See me like this.” She muttered softly.
“No, it’s alright,” she reassured. “All this time I had assumed that just because we couldn’t touch each other, there was no way for me to please you.”
Suddenly, she felt the soft silk of a golden thread brace her skin.
“Lady Aglaea, what are you-?”
“Castorice, allow me to do this for you,” she comforted her softly.
Still looking a bit nervous, she responded with a nod.
“Okay Lady Aglaea…”
Then with a soft smile, she spun her fingers, the yellow threads wrapping around Castorice’s wrists and legs. Another string wrapped around her neck like a leash, pulling her backwards. She fell onto the bed with a soft plop. The ends of the strings had firmly tied her wrists to the corners of the bed frame, the other two strings pulled apart, spreading her legs. With the string dividing her legs, her cock was on full display for Aglaea. It had been hardened and twitching without her realisation.
Aglaea, looking down upon her exposed lover, let out a grin. Then with the snap of her fingers, another length of thread had wrapped itself firmly around her cock, trapping it inside. The odd yet arousing sensation sent a shiver up Castorice’s spine. Her dick twitched in place, being held still by the gold strings wrapping it.
“You seem quite eager little butterfly,” she whispered softly. “Did you picture me touching you? Maybe it felt.. like this?”
Weaving the strings, she slid them gently up and down the length of her shaft. The small movements alone were enough to make Castorice moan.
“Y-yes Lady Aglaea..” She admitted embarrassingly, trying to hold back another moan.
“Tell me then, does it feel good?” she asked with another teasing stroke.
“It does.. it feels so good,” she whimpered.
“I bet it does,” she replied, sliding a thin thread across the tip. “You must be getting close aren’t you?”
“I- I’m close…” cried out Castorice, biting down her lip.
She sped up the strings once more, only for a split second. Through the golden silk, she could feel Castorice aching, longing for the pleasure of release. But just as she was about to cum, she slowed down.
“Lady Aglaea!-“ she moaned, little tears dripping from eyes as she was denied.
“Shhh… You’ll get your chance soon darling,” she said.
Then, slowly and seductively, she stripped off the loose white dress she wore. The toga fell softly against the floor of the room. Castorice looked in awe, seeing her lover’s body being exposed before her. Taking two of her fingers, she rubbed her pussy which had already been dripping wet.
“Cas, watch closely,” she demanded. “The golden strings will move at my pace. Can you hold it in until I’m finished?”
“I- I’ll try my best,” she replied weakly.
With her fingers dripping wet, Aglaea shoved them inside of her with great fervor. With her fingers now inside herself, she choked back a whimper. Castorice reacted in sync, her body arching back as she let out a loud moan. Aglaea continued, moving her fingers in a slow and steady rhythm, gradually picking up the pace with each stroke. The strings had matched her speed, moving up and down alongside her.
Once more, Castorice felt herself coming closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. Each synced movement of fingers and threads drove her wild. She continued to let out sounds of pure bliss, no longer able to hold herself back.
“You can’t hold it in anymore can you?” Aglaea asked, feeling Castorice through her thread. “Do it then. Cum for me.”
“Lady Aglaea, I’m cumming..!” she yelled, her head rolling back against the bed.
With a final cry of joy, a loud exhale of breath, she came undone on the bed. As if they had predicted it, the threads around her cock loosened, falling off, her dick shooting out loads like never before. The aftershocks of her orgasm still sending waves up her spine.
Aglaea watched the scene unfold before her, taking joy in the sigh. She continued to pleasure herself, examining every last inch of Castorice’s body. She had turned into a complete mess from Aglaea’s cruel teasing. Her lilac hair turned into a complete mess. Both the sheets of her bed and body were covered in her semen.
Then, with a final push, Aglaea came. The flesh of her walls clenched tightly against her fingers. Juices flowed out of her pussy as her legs trembled, nearly making her fall to the floor. Shakily standing herself up, she looked towards Castorice, lying weakly on the bed.
“Are you alright, love?” she asked softly.
“Better than ever,” responded Castorice with a breathless smile.