Chapter 206: Interlewd Three

Interlewd Three

“Hello!” I called out, then grinned as my voice echoed back. It wasn’t a perfect echo, just the sort of thing you’d hear in any large, empty space. Fitting, then.

“Having fun?” Lucy asked. I turned and noticed the cheeky grin she had on before she closed the door behind her.

We’d taken a cab over to the museum again. We had a lot of work to do on the place, but for the most part, that was out of our hands. Some staff from the museum had passed the night before and taken the remaining displays. That still left a few things that hadn’t been taken. A couple of plinths lay around the room, a few bits of cardboard and tape that they’d left behind after packing everything up.

“Too bad we can’t keep the entire place this big,” Lucy said. She spun around, arms outstretched as if to emphasize how much room there was.

“Yeah,” I agreed. It would be nice, but at the same time it would be entirely wasted. So much room with nothing in it. “How long did they say it would take?” I asked.

“Three weeks,” Lucy said. “And that’s only if they can get all of the materials they need.”

I nodded as I followed her down to the main floor. Our new home was a little awkward, with some sections on higher levels than others. We could probably cut the entire thing in half and have two floors for ourselves, actually. They’d be cramped, with low ceilings all over, but still.

“It’s going to be nice,” Lucy said. She moved over to one of the plinths and pushed her hand against it. “Once all of this stuff is gone.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. Then, because Lucy was turned away from me, I grabbed her from behind in a bear hug and placed my chin on her head, her poofy hair soft against my face.

“You know,” Lucy said. There was something in her voice, teasing and a little knowing. “The contractor will only arrive at nine.”

“Oh?” I asked. A glance at the time on my augs revealed it to be just past seven thirty. “We’re going to be waiting here for a while then.”

“We are,” Lucy agreed. “It’s too bad there’s absolutely nothing we can do right now.”

She wasn’t even trying to hide the teasing now. One of her hands reached up and took mine, and she brought it up to her lips to peck my knuckles.

“Hmm,” I said, a growing smile twisting my voice. “I’m sure we could think of something to do,” I murmured.

My other hand dipped down and pressed itself flat against Lucy’s stomach. She’d opted to wear a comfortable tanktop under that coat I’d given her, and under that she had a skirt on. I hadn’t seen Lucy wearing skirts very often. She was always a little conscious of her weaker legs, and she tended to stumble and bruise easily, so pants it was most of the time. But today was different.

Lucy pressed back into me. “Last time, you got to go first,” she said.

“Did I?” I asked.

She let go of my hand, so I brought it around, and through some sheer, unfathomable accident, it alighted on her breast where I squeezed just a little.

“Mmm, Cat,” Lucy said. “I’m the dom in this relationship, you know.”

“You keep saying that,” I muttered. “But here we are.”

Lucy snorted and spun around, then she got onto the tips of her toes while I bent down just a little. Our lips met, familiar and warm. We shared a breath, and soon Lucy was pressing up into me while I met her. She was daring today, very daring, her tongue pressing past my lips even as her hands tugged my coat open and started to grasp at my sides and hips.

“Lucy,” I moaned as the kiss broke.

She tugged me towards her, then with a quick bit of footwork, we spun around so that my back was pressed into the plinth and she was pressing down on me.

“We need to, ah, christen this place, right?” Lucy asked.

I laughed, then dipped in for a quick peck. “We do,” I agreed. “We have an hour, don’t we?”

“That’s long enough for me to take care of you,” Lucy said.

“Oh, you’ll be taking care of me, huh?” I asked.

She grinned, then her hand came up and cupped my breast. She gave it a small squeeze. “I think so, yeah,” she said.

I laughed and reached over to her, only for her arms to come up and push mine aside. “No,” she said. “Me first.”

I watched as she idly removed her coat and tossed it to the side, leaving her in nothing but her tanktop and skirt and a pair of big old boots. Then she tugged my coat wide open then pressed a hand against my shirt.

“You like this shirt?” she asked.

“Uh? Yeah, I guess,” I said.

“Then take it off, but put the coat back on,” Lucy demanded.

I grinned. “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “The bra goes too.”

I huffed. “You know, the ceiling here is made of glass.”

Her grin was downright terrifying. “Are you afraid someone might see us?”

I grinned right back. I couldn’t let a challenge like that fly. “They can watch all they want.”

“Oh?” Lucy asked. She moved in for another kiss before stepping back and letting me take off my coat. I tossed off my shirt and flung it onto one of the other display cases, then I did the same with my sports bra.

The air didn’t feel all that crisp when I had a coat on, but with my chest bare to the air it was a whole other story. When Lucy handed me back my coat I slid in on in a hurry. The fabric was soft on the inside, which was convenient.

Lucy stepped up again, her hands reaching down and immediately tugging at the front of my pants. “In a hurry, huh?” I asked.

“Oh, you can’t imagine.”

She tugged my pants down, and I shivered as they fell down around my ankles. Then Lucy stepped on the bridge and I tugged my feet free, boots and all. “Happy?” I asked.

She stepped in between my legs, the bare skin of her thighs rubbing against the bare skin of my own legs. “Very,” she murmured.

It was very strange to be wearing nothing but panties, a coat and some boots. The museum was drafty and definitely on the chiller side of things, but then I had Lucy to warm me up. We’d barely done any more than kiss and already I was feeling a familiar warmth coiling in my stomach.

Lucy pressed herself closer, and it felt all the more intimate as my jacket spilled to the side and I could feel all of her so close to me. All her curves and her warmth and...

“Lucy,” I asked.

She kissed me again, a hand snaking up to play with a nipple. Her other hand was resting by the curve of my hip. I just knew she was about to reach down and cup my ass. She was predictable that way. “Hmm?” she asked.

“Why does it feel like you have a dick?”

Lucy pulled her head back, and the smile she gave me was very, very dangerous. “Why Cat, I thought you’d never ask.”

She reached down to her waist, and I watched, fascinated, as she grabbed the belt of her skirt and tugged it up. Then, she tugged up the edge and revealed her legs, carefully showing off perfect mocha skin until, finally, I found myself staring at a particular appendage that had not been between her legs the last time I dived in there.

“Is that from Mister Tentacles?” I asked.

The dick was a flat black, with a pair of glowing pink lines along its top and bottom. It had a flared head, the tip wet with something, and the slightly ridged shaft the thickness of two of my fingers.

“It is!” Lucy said. She shook her hips which made the cock wiggle from side to side. “It’s detachable, obviously. And it has all sorts of neat features.”

“Huh,” I said. “This is... weird.”

“You don’t like it?” Lucy asked. She didn’t sound hurt, but I could read Lucy like a book. She was afraid that she’d gone too far.

“More like I wasn’t expecting it,” I said. "You know, I usually prefer girls without penises."

“We have plenty of toys that make up for that, though,” Lucy said. She chuckled and shifted closer. The dick touched my thigh, and to my surprise it was warm, warm and a little slick. “And I’ve always wanted to make you scream while I fucked you.”

I shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold. My legs shifted, thighs rubbing together, and I could feel the dampness of my panties as they moved. “O-oh?” I asked.

Lucy leaned in close and laid a quick kiss against my lips. “Oh yeah. Plus, I did say I was the dom, didn’t I?”

For a good long moment, all we did was kiss, my hands wandered, first tugging Lucy’s tanktop up so that I had easier access to her breasts--which were always fun to play with--then down her back and finally to her rear.

Her own hands did the same, touching my ribs, my abs, and squeezing my chest in time with her own frantic breathing. Her other hand slid down and started to knead my ass.

I thought about what was going on, with the few bits of my mind not clouded by the hazy confusion that always came when there was sex to be had. If Lucy wanted to try something new, then I was down for that. I’d certainly tried a few things with her that hadn’t worked out.

I slid a hand between us and squeezed the base of the dick.

Lucy gasped in my mouth.

I paused. “You felt that?” I asked.

Lucy nodded, then between pants, she explained, “It’s some bullshit samurai tech. One of Mister Tentacles modules. Feels more real than the real thing.”

“Huh,” I said. “How’d you learn that Mister Tentacles could, uh, do that?”

“He and I had some long conversations while you were away,” Lucy said. “Also, I promised that he could be the groomsman at our wedding.”

I laughed, then captured her lips with mine. My thumb, meanwhile, ran up and down the shaft. I... really didn’t know what I was doing when it came to dicks, but the way Lucy was twitching suggested that she wasn’t against the attention.

“L-let’s fuck,” Lucy said at last.

Scooting my hips up, I slid my hands under the bands of my panties, but then Lucy paused the action with a touch. “Leave those on,” she said.

I licked my lips and glanced around, but of course we were still entirely alone. “Alright,” I said.

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I leaned back on the plinth, the cool surface pressed into the small of my back, then I spread my legs a little wider.

Lucy shuffled in closer, a hand touching my shortribs while the other held onto the base of her new cock. She frowned as it became clear that things weren’t lining up all that neatly.

I couldn’t help but giggle. “This feels like, I don’t know, losing my virginity?”

“Technically, aren’t I losing mine, in a way?” Lucy asked. “My dickginity.”

I scoffed and reached down to help. “This thing isn’t as flexible as silicone,” I said.

“Yeah,” Lucy agreed. “Don’t bend it, I don’t want to know what that’s like.”

I helped her guide the dick closer with one hand, the other carefully shifting my panties aside to allow it access. The head touched my folds, then twitched.

Lucy’s expression was strange for a moment. “Damn, this is weird,” she said.

“It’s not so normal from this end,” I said.

Swallowing, Lucy pushed the head down with her thumb. I felt it pressing into my entrance, and I curled up my toes as it slowly moved in. It wasn’t so different from a dildo, not at first. Warmer, sure, and maybe a little bit larger than those we’d played with before, but that was fine. The wetness was similar to what happened when we played with Mister Tentacles, lubricant seeping out to make sure everything worked just fine.

What was entirely new was the look on Lucy’s face, the confusing warring with pleasure as she pressed in more and more.

“Oh, oh fuck,” she whispered.

I breathed slowly and carefully as she filled me up. Our hips met. Lucy moaned. She brought a hand up and bit into her knuckle. “Are you okay?” I asked. She was redder in the face than I’d expect. I was the one getting fucked here.

“It’s just... wow,” she said with a sigh.

“You haven’t really started, you know,” I said.

“I don’t know if I can,” she replied.

I grinned. “Want me to dom?”

Lucy glared, but it was more petulant than heated. She carefully moved her hips back, just a slow, short motion, and I could feel the ridges of the cock shifting against my walls. She stopped, then pushed it all back in. “Oh, shit,” she said.

I laughed. It felt good, but the expression on her face made it so much more worth it. “Come on, faster,” I encouraged her.

Lucy chewed on her lower lip, pulled her dick out of me--a weird thought to have--then shoved it back in. It was halting at first, but she built up a rhythm in the space of a minute.

Soon, we were kissing again while she fucked me with little jerks, thighs rubbing against mine, her breath coming in quick gasps, and her breasts bumping against my own.

I reached a hand down between us and past the hem of her skirt, started to play with my nub.

The sex was good, but at the rate we were going... well, Lucy was better with her hands and mouth than with her newly acquired appendage. “You can go harder, you know,” I said.

“Yeah,” she agreed with enthusiasm.

Her motions became more enthusiastic too, the smack of her hips against mine growing louder even as I felt her pushing me up with each thrust. I started to feel that familiar tingle down the length of my spine, and some of that wetness was certainly not the lube.

“Oh, Cat,” Lucy groaned. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said.

Lucy stopped mid-hump, her breath catching and her eyes rolling up. I captured her in a hug, and because she was there, pressed my lips to hers.

Something wet leaked down the inside of my thigh, and a glance down revealed a small froth of whitish foam around my lips where it was staining my panties. “Huh,” I said.

“I... wow,” Lucy said. “Shit, you didn’t even.”

“Well, it was something,” I said.

Lucy swallowed and shook her head. “That was, yeah,” she said before tugging the dick out slowly.

I felt strangely empty when it was gone. Though I could have done without the small flood of juices down my leg. “You have fun?” I asked.

“Cat, I haven’t come like that in... well, ever. It was... not the same as usual? Different, yeah, real different. You need to try it.”

I laughed. “Maybe I will,” I said. Though really, it wasn’t as tempting to me as it obviously was to Lucy.

She reached down and stroked the shaft. “Cat.”

“Yeah?”

“I have a very big favour to ask.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Shoot.”

“Can we do it from behind?”

“Really?” I asked.

Lucy had a thing for asses, so this wasn’t entirely new. But I’d never been too fond of it myself. Lucy had played with all of my holes plenty of times, but she knew it wasn’t my preference.

Still, the look of uncertain want in her eyes. “Sure,” I said.

She hopped forward and kissed me, hard. “Come on, turn around.”

I rolled my eyes, but did as she asked. Turning and putting my elbows down on the plinth, my ass out behind me. “Do you want me to remove the coat?” I asked.

“No, no,” Lucy said. “We agreed. The coat stays on.”

I laughed before I felt Lucy pressing herself up against my back. She wrapped her arms around me, breath tickling my ear before she pressed a few kisses against the nape of my neck. “Lucy,” I said.

“I love you, ya know?” she said.

I laughed. “I love you too.”

One of her hands moved down, to line things up, I presumed. I felt her tensing, and I tensed up myself.

Then the doors at the far end of the room squeaked open and I started to rise off the plinth.

In that same moment, Lucy pushed forwards, and things moved into the wrong place. “Ah,” I squealed even as I tightened my butt against the intrusion. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it was certainly a surprise.

“Oh shit,” Lucy said. I felt something click, and she stepped back and away from me while tugging down my coat, but whatever was in my ass stayed there.

I tugged the front of my jacket closed, then buttoned it up in a hurry. “Lucy, what the fuck’s in my ass?” I hissed.

Someone was walking into the room. By some twist of good luck, they were turned so that they were walking in backwards through the door.

“It’s my dick, I told you, it’s got features,” Lucy said.

“What features?”

Lucy had the good grace to look sheepish. “Plug mode?”

I glared at her, and she shrugged. “Uh, is that the contractor?”

“He’s fucking early,” I swore. I looked around, saw my pants a few metres away, then glanced down at myself. Technically, everything was covered up. The advantage of having a long coat on. Also technically, I was very naked under the coat, not counting my boots.

“Hello!” the contractor said. He gave us a jaunty wave. “I thought I’d show up early, get a look at the place before we really started. Early bird gets the worm and all that.”

“H-hey,” I said.

“You must be miss Stray Cat,” he said as he came down the steps, then extended a hand to shake. I shook while nodding. “A pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

“Yeah, yeah, pleasure’s all mine,” I said.

Lucy stepped up before me and, with a wide grin, started talking at a million miles an hour. It was the distraction I needed to recentre myself and try to find a way to get my pants back on, and maybe my shirt too... if I could find it.

“Come on, I’ll show you around,” Lucy said.

I froze. I... kind of had to follow her, didn’t I? I grinned and tried to walk as normally as I could, keeping Lucy between me and the contractor as we moved around the inside of the museum and Lucy pointed out things that needed fixing while the contractor made notes on a tablet.

Things were going well, I was getting used to the... sensation behind me, and the contractor was none the wiser, it seemed.

And then Lucy grinned at me, and things started to buzz. “Mrgh.”

“Miss?” the contractor asked. “Are you alright? You’re a little red in the face.”

I took a quick breath. “I’m fine,” I said while resisting the urge to cross my legs. “Let’s keep on, ah, looking over the, uh, place?”

The moment the contractor left, I was going to do horrible, horrible things to Lucy, the sort of things that would make her walk strange for a week.

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