Vol.4 Ch.21 – Highly Educational
Chapter 21: Highly Educational
When Abigail emerged from the bathroom she was wearing a cream-colored turtleneck sweater and... well, presumably she had some form of pants on but the sweater was so long Rachel really couldn't tell.
Ironically, despite the sweater being a very modest piece of clothing with not a hint of cleavage to be seen it still looked quite good on her, mostly by being tight enough to show off her curves.
Abigail didn't just have a gorgeous face but also a killer body. If she wasn't so tall her hips and chest would look obscene but as she was she looked absolutely perfect. Rachel understood well what all those men who had tried to take advantage of the girl had seen in her. She could be a superstar if she wasn't so shy.
“Thanks for waiting,” Abigail said. Her voice was the littlest bit raspy after all the singing she'd been doing but Rachel knew it wouldn't take long for that to fade. Abigail's Vigor was high enough that a little strain on the vocal chords would be gone within the hour.
“No problem,” Rachel said. “That looks great on you.”
Abigail didn't blush. She simply brushed her hands over the sweater and said: “Thanks.”
“You don't seem too nervous around me,” Rachel remarked. It was maybe a little too forward but it wouldn't do for her to skirt around the issue.
“You wouldn't try anything with me.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that? I am a dastardly succubus from Hell. I could gobble up anyone I wanted.” She knew teasing her like that was risky but she couldn't help herself. The girl not getting flustered when she complimented her, saying things like that...
“That's why,” Abigail said. “You can have anyone you want. You don't need to do anything to me because everyone else here would be more than happy to be with you.”
“But you wouldn't be?”
Abigail looked away. “Is this what this is about? The Oath?”
And there it was. “I didn't come here to discuss the Oath with you,” Rachel said. “We can if you want to but that's not why I'm here.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Mostly to figure you out, Abigail. But also because I wanted to apologize for my dumbass of a girlfriend.”
**
Alexis was lying flat on her stomach, her face buried in Cassie's pillow so he wouldn't see her face, red as a tomato. When he'd told her that anal started with getting the butt to relax she hadn't expected him to suggest that.
Not that she was against it, precisely, though she was sure she would have refused outright if she hadn't just gotten through a deep cleaning. But the very idea was mortifying. Even letting Elaine do it would be mortifying. Having it done by someone she barely knew, her girlfriend's boyfriend, a man, that was even worse.
She felt two soft, delicate hands grabbing hold of her butt cheeks, gently kneading them.
“You have a very pretty butt, you know that?”
Not a compliment she was in the habit of hearing, that's for sure. “You think?”
“Absolutely,” Cassie said. “Small and shapely, just the right amount of spring to it. Every femboy I know would kill for an ass like this.”
“I think yours looks nicer,” she squeaked out.
“Why thank you,” he said. “But mine took a lot of work.”
And then he spread her cheeks apart. The cool air on her butt hole felt weird, even more so after what she'd just done in the bath, but when it was replaced with the warmth of Cassie's breath that made it feel weirder still.
She considered briefly whether to stop this. Surely a lubed finger would be enough to get her relaxed, right? It had worked well enough when Elaine had done it. But some small part of her, a part that was slightly stronger than her embarrassment, won out and she let it happen.
He placed a delicate kiss on each of her cheeks in turn and then dove right in.
Those gorgeous lips that perpetually looked as if he were wearing lip gloss, touched her pucker in a gentle kiss.
Alexis let out an utterly undignified sound, halfway between a yelp and a moan, utterly mortified and yet hopelessly aroused as Cassie continued to place gentle kisses on her wrinkled flesh.
**
“What's there to apologize?” Abigail said, the words matter-of-fact but her tone bitter. “We sparred, she won.”
Rachel very pointedly didn't hold the eye roll in. “There was no need for her to knock you out.”
“True,” Abigail said. “I was useless anyway.”
“You know she took you out because she knew she couldn't win against you both, right?”
“And then Elaine won without even needing my help.”
“You should have an idea of the kind of person Elaine is right now,” Rachel said, slowly growing frustrated. “What do you think happened when Jeanne knocked you out?”
Abigail opened her mouth, then closed it when she didn't have an answer.
“Do you think Elaine is the kind of person to just give up?” Rachel demanded. “That she would see someone knocking out her teammate and then just surrendered?”
That rocked Abigail back.
“Did you expect her to give up so she wouldn't hurt your feelings by winning without you?” Rachel asked. “Or do you think she would fight like a lion to punish the one who had hurt one of her charges?”
Abigail winced and Rachel knew she'd scored a point.
“Also, Elaine wasn't strong enough to win on her own. One of her Soul Shards had to teach her a new spell, otherwise she would have lost without you. That's the spell Mariana wanted as payment, by the way.”
Abigail's eyes widened. “Well, be that as it may, but why do you care?”
“The Professor offered you the Oath,” Rachel said. “And I've seen you thinking about accepting. So I want you to know exactly what you're getting into and I want you to consider exactly why you're doing it.”
“Go on,” Abigail said.
“First of all, why you're doing it. You want to become stronger. You're already plenty strong, the best supporter in the Project. Your support was invaluable during the Battle of Ohio and it will continue to be invaluable.”
“But—“ Abigail began but Rachel cut her off.
“Would you be stronger if you were a Lacrima? Absolutely. Would your contribution be even more invaluable this way? Yes. Would that also apply to every other member of the Project? Yes. Even the weakest Lacrima are forces of nature but only you can strengthen an entire group with your songs with no downside.”
Abigail had no response to that.
“So yes, this would help but you're also useful without it. Then, think about what the Oath would entail.”
Abigail looked away.
“Jeanne is probably not your favorite person right now and you don't seem too terribly interested in the idea of intimacy in general.”
“What do you want from me?” Abigail hissed, her voice suddenly full of fire. “Yes, I am furious at how she beat me, but mostly I'm upset at myself for falling for such an obvious trick. And yes, I'd rather not have to sleep with you two for this.”
“Why?” Rachel asked gently. “Do you hate the idea of taking a shortcut to success so much?”
“How did— Did Elaine tell you about this?”
“Succubus,” Rachel said, tapping the side of her head, “remember? Elaine didn't have to tell me anything. So?”
Abigail sighed. “Yes, I hate that idea. But mostly I hate the idea of... of being intimate with someone who can overpower me. So many men in my life. They said they just wanted some small favor but they were all so much stronger than me, bigger than me. If they wanted to they could...” She got a far-away look on her face that told Rachel everything she needed to know and far more than she'd wanted to know. “And you two... I'm so much stronger than I used to be now. The men I used to be scared of, I could fold them in half now. But you two are still so much stronger than I am.”
“You know we would never take advantage of you, right?” Rachel said gently.
Abigail let out a soundless chuckle, then she tapped the side of her head. “Up here knows that.” She placed a hand over her stomach. “But down here is still terrified.”
Rachel wanted to reach out and hug Abigail but she also knew that would spook her. So instead she laid down on the singer's bed, then crossed her arms behind her back.
“What are you doing?”
“Come hug me,” Rachel said. “I literally have my hands tied right now.” She rolled over onto her side to show that, indeed, there was a ribbon of black cloth holding her wrists together.
“You're ridiculous,” Abigail muttered but she was smiling about it.
**
For a virgin Alexis had a tremendously receptive asshole. Only a few minutes of kissing and licking and not only had her ring of muscle loosened up enough that Cassie could push his whole tongue inside if he wanted it but the girl was writhing and moaning on the bed and he was sure he'd find drool on his pillow if she ever relinquished it.
Cassie enjoyed bottoming far more than he enjoyed topping but he had to admit that Alexis was so unbearably sexy that the fact that she was Elaine's lesbian girlfriend was the only thing keeping him from shoving his cock inside her and turning her inside out. Sure he was a bisexual bottom but fuck, a man had his limits and this girl coming her brains out from having her ass eaten was getting him close to that limit.
He made a very conscious effort to banish those thoughts from his mind and leaned back, admiring the twitching mess moaning and gasping and whimpering on his bed.
“I think you're ready for the main event now,” he said as he reached for a toy and some lube.
**
Hugging someone turned out to be surprisingly difficult for Abigail. Had she truly forgotten how to hug?
The whole premise was ridiculous. On her bed was a succubus, a being of raw desire held in the shape of a barely legal redhead, her hands literally tied behind her back, waiting for Abigail to hug her. There was no reason for Abigail to go along with this nonsense. None at all. Absolutely no reason except for the part that this woman clearly understood her better than anyone except her mom and for the part where her body was almost physically aching at the idea of finally feeling another person's warmth again.
And so she laid down next to the succubus, who made no movements to lean in or away and whose expression wasn't shifting into anything lewd no matter how close she came. Finally Abigail decided to just go for it. She wrapped her long arms around the succubus, feeling her soft body, comfortingly warm, smelling the gentle scent of plums and cinnamon surrounding her, and then just pulled her in.
Four months it had been since the last time she had hugged anyone and a tension she hadn't even known about finally loosened inside her.
She knew she was ugly-crying as she squeezed Rachel like a giant pillow and she didn't care.