“I want to feel his fingers in my pussy. Will they feel smooth? Cold? Hot?”
My face flushes, but the shame I feel doesn’t stop my body from betraying me. My pussy gushes, and my knees buckle. I didn’t even realize I wanted him so badly until the magic in the walls made it clear.
I need to start moving again. Stopping now will just make it worse.
“I want to see his cock. I wonder if it’s made of steel, like the rest of him.”
I hear Castien halt. So much heat radiates from him that it makes me sweat again.
“When he comes, what comes out of his balls? I assume he must have balls...”
Voices that sound like him join in, and I soon find out I’m not the only one who has disregarded all boundaries.
“I want her in the most sinful, degrading ways.”
“I want to hold her down and bury my cock inside her.”
Oh… Oh…
I force my feet to move. One step, another… Come on, when will these stairs end?
“What would it feel like to have her pussy squeeze me, milk me?”
Mmm… what would it feel like, indeed? My pussy agrees we should do something about it and find out.
Damn it. I can’t stop even now. I start humming a random tune in my head, hoping that will confuse the voices so they don’t pull out my latest thoughts.
“Would she cling to me? Would she kiss my mouthless face?”
He wants me just as much as I want him. Maybe more…
“If I had a tongue, I would lick her clit until she filled my mouth with her essence.”
I nearly stumble on the next step. At least I can hear Castien descending behind me, though he’s left significant space between us.
“I want to taste her, but I can’t. Maybe she would want to taste me.”
That’s not… an idea I’m opposed to.
“She wanted to see my cock earlier. I should’ve shown it to her. I wanted to do it so badly.”
“I want to see the expression on her face as she looks at my cock. Would she think it adequate?”
I’m so horny right now, I’d probably think any cock is adequate. As long as someone is willing to shove it in my face.
The stone faces continue their relentless broadcast of our most private thoughts. Every filthy desire I’ve had about Castien, and every fantasy my mind has conjured in the last twenty-four hours. His thoughts are just as explicit and desperate.
I feel my body throb with both need and shame. I wonder how he feels now that I know what he’s been thinking. Does he hate me less? More?
I force myself to keep moving. Just keep moving. Keep descending. Castien is right behind me, as silent as a tomb. The voices continue, mixing our desires together until I can’t tell which thoughts are mine and which are his. Maybe because they’re similar in all the lust and want they express.
Finally, the stairs end. We find ourselves in a new corridor, and there’s only silence. I can hear myself panting, and there’s a soft, whirring buzz coming from Castien. I don’t know what it means.
I’m tense, my muscles locked, bracing myself for some horror that I’m convinced will befall us. Nothing happens. The silence mocks us, and I briefly wonder if I imagined all of it.
I slowly turn to look at Castien, my eyes traveling from his chest to his face. His eyes glow brighter than I’ve ever seen them.I open my mouth to say something, though I’m not sure what, but he stops me firmly.
“Don’t.”
