Selene and Mairin part 4

Mairin's brow furrowed as the sound grew insistent, a rhythmic pulse that vibrated through the marble floor like a heartbeat trapped in the stone. Selene froze mid-step, the towel slipping from her fingers to pool at her feet. Her skin, still flushed from their shower tangle, prickled with goosebumps—not from the cooling air, but from the way the hum synced with the lingering throb between her legs. Mairin tilted her head, ears straining, her hand instinctively reaching for Selene's arm, fingers curling around the damp skin there.

"What the fuck is that?" Selene whispered, her voice a mix of curiosity and unease. The robe hung loose on her frame, the *V.V.* monogram staring back at them like an accusatory eye. The hum emanated from below the sinks, a low drawer vibrating subtly, as if something inside was alive and impatient.

Mairin stepped closer to the vanity, her bare feet silent on the heated tiles. The expansive room felt smaller now, the gold-veined walls closing in with their opulent gleam. She knelt, water still dripping from her platinum strands onto the floor, and tugged at the drawer handle. It slid open with a soft click, revealing a velvet-lined compartment that held an array of sleek, metallic objects—oils, plugs, a few harnesses coiled like sleeping snakes. But it was the thing at the center that captured the hum: a motorized double dildo, thick and curved, its silicone surface gleaming under the soft lights. One end was bulkier, ridged along its length, with "Mairin" etched in elegant script along the base. The other was slimmer, smoother, marked "Selene" in the same precise lettering. The device pulsed rhythmically, the motor whirring faintly, making the whole thing twitch like it had a mind of its own.

Selene's eyes widened, a sharp intake of breath escaping her. "Holy shit." Horror twisted her features, the afterglow shattering into something cold and invasive. This wasn't just a toy; it was personalized, intimate in a way that screamed violation. Memories flickered—her alone in the tent, fingers working herself to thoughts of Mairin's touch, the cold emptiness of the bed without her sister Nev's warmth. But this? It felt like someone had rifled through their minds, turned their private aches into this mechanical mockery.

Mairin's face paled, her strong jaw tightening as she stared at the engraved names. "This is Valerie's. Has to be. But... fuck, how did she know?" Her voice cracked, a rare vulnerability cracking through her usual composure. She'd shared heated moments with Valerie before—the beach, the shower where Valerie had teased her body, calling her perverted while exploring every inch—but this crossed a line. It was too specific, too eerily timed with their encounter. She reached to close the drawer, but Selene's hand shot out, stopping her.

Hesitation gripped Selene for a beat, the horror lingering in her gut like bad wine. But then her fingers brushed the cool silicone, and something shifted—a pull, magnetic, drawing her in. The pulsing rhythm matched the echo of her recent orgasm, the way Mairin's fingers had stretched her, filled her. She lifted it from the drawer, the motor humming louder in her grip, the "Selene" end warm against her palm as if it had been waiting. Mesmerized, she turned it over, watching the ridges flex subtly with each vibration. The horror ebbed, replaced by a haze of lust that clouded her thoughts, uncharacteristic and insistent.

Mairin stood abruptly, backing up a step, her naked body tensing. "Selene, put that down. Now." Her blue eyes were wide, not with desire but fear—for Selene, for whatever twisted game this was.

Selene didn't. Instead, she held it up, the device buzzing softly between them. "Would you like to try this out?" Her voice was low, throaty, a stranger's edge to it that made Mairin's stomach twist.

Stunned, Mairin shook her head, hands raised like she was warding off a spell. "Turn it off. Put it back—or better yet, toss the damn thing. Something's wrong here. This isn't you." She glanced toward the door, half-expecting Valerie to burst in laughing, but the room remained empty, the hum the only intruder.

Selene's gaze locked on Mairin, pupils dilated, the robe slipping further to expose one breast, nipple hardening in the air. Without breaking eye contact, she brought the slimmer end—the one marked with her name—to her lips. Her tongue darted out first, tracing the tip, tasting the faint silicone tang mixed with whatever lubricant lingered. Then she slid it into her mouth, inch by inch, the ridges bumping against her teeth as she took it deep. A groan rumbled from her throat, muffled around the toy, her free hand dropping to her thigh, fingers digging into the flesh. The vibration hummed through her jaw, sending jolts straight to her core, her pussy clenching emptily.

She pulled it out slowly, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening end, her breath coming in pants. "Mairin," she said, voice husky, eyes dark with need, "would you like to fuck my mouth?"

Mairin's heart hammered, scandalized heat flooding her cheeks. This wasn't the Selene who'd clung to her in the shower, vulnerable and eager—this was something possessed, driven by the toy's insidious pull. "Selene, stop. Put it down. Please." Fear laced her words, her back hitting the cool marble wall as Selene advanced, the dildo still buzzing in her hand. Mairin's mind raced—Valerie's games had always been playful, dominant, but this felt darker, like the witch's trap Selene had once whispered about in a fevered dream. She pressed her palms flat against the wall, trying to ground herself, but the sight of Selene's lips swollen from the toy, her body swaying with predatory grace, stirred an unwanted heat low in her belly.

Selene didn't relent, closing the distance with slow, deliberate steps, her bare feet padding across the tiles. The robe fell open completely now, revealing the curve of her hips, the faint red marks from Mairin's earlier grip on her ass. She stalked closer, the air between them thickening with the scent of their shared arousal and the musky oil from before. "Come on, Mairin," she groaned, the sound raw, needy, her free hand reaching out to trace Mairin's collarbone. "This is perfect."

Mairin swallowed hard, trapped, her powerful frame pinned not by force but by the intensity in Selene's eyes. "It's not. You're not yourself—fuck, Selene, listen to me." But her protest weakened as Selene pressed against her, the buzzing dildo trapped between their bodies, its larger end nudging Mairin's thigh. The vibration traveled through her skin, a treacherous spark igniting despite the fear. Selene's mouth found her neck, lips hot and insistent, sucking a mark just below her ear while her hand guided the toy lower, brushing it against Mairin's hip.

The contact made Mairin gasp, her hands coming up to push at Selene's shoulders, but the push lacked conviction. Selene's tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on Mairin's skin, and she ground the device against Mairin's mound, the "Mairin" end parting her folds just enough to tease her clit. "Feel that?" Selene murmured, her voice a sultry rasp. "It's made for us. Let me show you."

Horror warred with desire in Mairin's chest, but her body betrayed her, hips twitching forward into the buzz. She grabbed Selene's wrist, trying to still the toy, but Selene twisted free, dropping to her knees instead. The marble bit into her skin, but she didn't care, eyes upturned, gleaming with that unnatural hunger. She pressed the slimmer end against her own pussy lips, rubbing it there, coating it in her fresh slickness while holding the larger end toward Mairin. "Open up," she said, but it was clear she meant her own mouth again—no, wait, she leaned forward, offering the toy like a bridge between them.

Mairin shook her head, but her breath hitched as Selene sucked the "Selene" end back into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, bobbing her head with obscene slurps. The vibration made her moan around it, the sound vibrating through the device to the other end, which Mairin could feel hovering near her thigh. Selene's free hand snaked up, fingers parting Mairin's thighs, two digits sliding into her without warning—wet, hot, curling to stroke that inner spot that made Mairin's knees buckle.

"Fuck—Selene, wait," Mairin panted, but her body arched, pussy clenching around the intrusion. Selene's fingers thrust deeper, matching the rhythm of her mouth on the toy, saliva dripping down her chin to mix with the gathering wetness between her own legs. She pulled the dildo free again, slick with her spit, and pressed the larger end against Mairin's entrance, rubbing the ridges along her slit. The motor's pulse thrummed against her clit, insistent, pulling a reluctant whimper from Mairin's throat.

"You're soaked," Selene observed, voice thick with lust, her fingers still pumping inside Mairin, stretching her with deliberate twists. "You want it. Let me fuck you with our names on it." She pushed the tip in, just the head breaching Mairin's folds, the vibration making her walls flutter around it. Mairin bit her lip, hands fisting in Selene's dark hair, torn between yanking her away and pulling her closer.

The fear lingered, a sharp undercurrent—Valerie's doing, no doubt, some enchanted bullshit to bind them further—but the pleasure crashed over it. Selene worked the toy deeper, inch by inch, her own end now aligned with her pussy, sliding it in alongside her fingers still buried in Mairin. They were connected through it, the motor linking their movements, every thrust Selene gave herself echoed in Mairin's core. Selene groaned, hips rocking, the dual penetration making her eyes roll back as she took the slimmer end fully, her pussy lips gripping the base.

Mairin couldn't hold back anymore. "Goddamn it—yes," she hissed, her resistance crumbling as the ridges dragged against her g-spot. She grabbed Selene's shoulders, nails digging in, and fucked back against the toy, the marble wall scraping her back with each roll. Selene matched her, their bodies syncing, sweat beading on their skin despite the earlier shower. The dildo's hum grew louder, vibrating through both of them, Selene's free hand now rubbing furious circles on her own clit while her mouth latched onto Mairin's breast, sucking the nipple hard enough to draw a cry.

It built fast, too fast—the unnatural pull amplifying every sensation. Selene's fingers withdrew from Mairin to pinch her own nipple, twisting as she ground down on the toy, her ass clenching with the fullness. "Come with me," she demanded, voice breaking, and Mairin did, her pussy spasming around the larger end, juices squirting out to slick Selene's thighs. The orgasm ripped through her, violent and all-consuming, her thighs quaking as she rode the waves, the vibration pushing her into a second peak almost immediately.

Selene followed, her body seizing, a guttural moan tearing free as she came, the toy buried deep, her clit throbbing under her fingers. She squirted too, the release soaking the marble between them, mixing with Mairin's. They collapsed together, Mairin sliding down the wall to kneel with Selene, the dildo still humming faintly between their joined hips. Panting, bodies trembling, the haze lifted slowly from Selene's