Lyra, Quit Horsing Around!

Lyra moved her hand forward and wrapped it around the middle of Big Steel’s dangling shaft. Her fingers could just circle around to meet, and her mouth fell open with a gasp as she took appraisal of the size of the thing she now had in her hand. Her whole body shivered for a moment, and her mouth hung open in a permanently affixed gasp of astonishment.

        From where Bonbon was standing, she could see the lower half of Lyra’s body as well as the part of her now handling Big Steel’s unit. She tried not to stare, but there was little else to draw her attention, and the actual act of handling the horse’s length wasn’t inherently repulsive to her. She managed to focus on the bits of Lyra’s naked body that she could see as Lyra took the horse’s cock first with one hand, then with the other, both of them barely covering up a fraction of the unit’s total length. Bonbon watched with a mix of horror and bizarre compulsion as Lyra locked her two hands together and gave an experimental stroke.

        Big Steel snorted above Lyra’s head in the same way he had done during her introduction, and she smiled as though that was a good sign. She still seemed marveled by the texture under her hands; it felt at once both different and the same as what she’d imagined, and there were certainly similarities with her artificial stallion at home. Of course, Big Steel was exactly that; much bigger. He was also hotter, and the way his veins throbbed and pulsed along the length of his shaft under Lyra’s touch was intoxicating. She held him for another moment after her first stroke, revelling in the feeling of his size and texture before stroking back down to his head. The second her fingers touched Big Steel’s cockhead, his entire shaft twitch, springing upwards several inches still in her hands with a sudden emphasis of his arousal.

        Lyra let out a moan, unable to restrain herself. While the yearnings of potential restraint were in the back of her mind, she couldn’t hold herself back. With an enthusiastic fervor usually reserved for prostitutes or porn-stars, Lyra began jerking her hands along Big Steel’s length as fast as she could manage with cohesion. Her eyes bulged even wider and her mouth began to water as she felt him harden in her hands, slowly but surely, along with the posture of his stiffening erection raising further and further up until she could at last feel it almost parallel to his stomach, hard and straight enough that she could imagine him slapping it up against his belly in the way that lonely horses did. Lyra twinged as she pictured the sight.

        Bonbon recognized the look in Lyra’s eyes. It was the same one she’d seen on those first-date honeymoon nights; that she’d seen in the touch of her tongue against Lyra’s skin on the evening of their first intimacy, the hunger that burned behind her irises when they had vacationed and Bonbon had come up behind Lyra on the beach, pinched her nipples through her bathing suit, and told her in no uncertain terms that her top was going to be off in five minutes or less or there would be some very serious consequences.

        It was a look Bonbon found hard to distract herself from.

        Lyra kept her hungry stare as she stroked harder, working her whole arms along Big Steel’s shaft to match his size. Her legs felt tingly from kneeling, but she felt tingly between them as well, with a wetness she was already sure was soaking the hay underneath her. On one hand, she almost felt that this was enough, that having touched and felt the real thing would satisfy her curiosity, and she could go back home with Bonbon and never again need to speculate with her girlfriend about what it might feel to have her hands around the object of her fascination.

        On the other hand, she was so aroused it hurt, and the number of things running through her head that she wanted to do with Big Steel’s big rod were enough to make her dizzy. Touching it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

        She was, as she leaned forward, acutely aware of Bonbon’s eyes on her. She stopped and looked past the colossal giant of a dong in her hands towards Bonbon, who was still standing there, completely nude.

        “You don’t... you don’t have to watch,” Lyra said, her voice flushed with embarrassment and heavy arousal.

        Bonbon shook her head. Her expression didn’t change, as though she was staring off towards some far-distant object. But the look of disgust on her face had vanished. She seemed almost complacent.

        “That’s okay,” she said. Her voice sounded far-away too, but it carried a tone Lyra recognized. “I...”

        Lyra tilted her head, curious.

        Bonbon’s mouth betrayed her restraint. She had to admit it.

        “I kind of want to watch,” she said, and it was true. She had, at the outset, been utterly repulsed by the idea of her girlfriend having anything to do with this unintelligent beast... but now, for some reason, she wanted to see more. She could feel the emulsion of Lyra’s arousal creeping into her veins, and it made her feel hot. No matter the subject of Lyra’s focus, she wanted to watch, and staring at Big Steel’s gargantuan prick, for a reason she couldn’t describe, didn’t fill her with the same disgusted disenfranchisement that Lyra’s videos had upon initial showings.

        Lyra beamed, but bothered with no more words. She had something in front of her now that she had been waiting for a long time.

        Bonbon couldn’t peel her eyes away as Lyra leaned forward. Her lips parted, and her tongue protruded. Languidly, as if in slow motion, Lyra licked the tip of Big Steel’s cock, tracing her tongue all the way down his length from his head to his base, which was a considerable journey.

        Big Steel snorted again, and a thick glob of precum leaked from the tip of his cock.

        “Oh.”

        Bonbon’s voice had come out. She’d had no say in the matter.

        Lyra heard the noise in the back of her head but ignored it. She licked back down and up Big Steel’s length a few more times, the third or fourth taking enough time to suck in the whole of his head, including the slippery stream of pre he was leaking like a faucet. Everytime Bonbon saw Lyra’s mouth enveloped the whole of the sticky stallionhead, she clenched her legs together and let out a small noise that she hoped went unnoticed in Lyra's frenzy of oral attention.

        After a few more licks, Lyra became brave enough to try a proper taste. She positioned her head below Big Steel’s cock and tried to take as much of him in her mouth as she could, which turned out to not be a lot. Bonbon guessed around five inches before Lyra withdrew her mouth, leaving a long sticky trail of saliva across the horse’s member. As Lyra pulled her mouth off with a ‘pop’, Big Steel’s cock twitched, hard enough to bounce up against his stomach with a soft ‘slap’ sound.

        Bonbon and Lyra groaned in tandem. Bonbon hoped Lyra hadn’t realized there was another voice besides her own.

        Lyra tried a few times to down more of Big Steel’s length, but was unsuccessful. Something about his length, combined with his girth, combined with the way, even in Lyra’s mouth, that the head of his cock leaked incessantly, enough that it felt like Lyra was trying to swallow an ever pouring glass of sticky, musky water, kept Lyra from taking any more of him inside. The whole of Big Steel was musky. His body reeked of stallion hormones and his giant, always-ready dick. Lyra realized she had been huffing in nosefuls of his virile scent as she managed to get five inches of him inside her mouth, and the thought made her shake, almost enough to push her over the edge without even touching herself.

        Big Steel must have noticed Lyra’s proximity, because his cock twitched extra hard in her mouth.

        With some difficulty, Lyra kept him positioned there, his head and first few inches in her mouth. With him held there, Lyra moved her hands to the rest of Big Steel’s shaft and began to stroke again, pumping his cock in place as she kept the tip on her tongue. Effectively, she was milking him, and the thought of him delivering his big creamy payload of stallion cum right into her waiting mouth was enough to make her quiver again, and moan with five inches of spotted stallion musk between her lips.

        Bonbon heard the moan and echoed it with her own. Of its own accord, one of her hands had drifted to her left breast and began to squeeze and pinch her nipple idly. Bonbon clenched her legs together as she watched her girlfriend work the ridiculously large dong in her hands and mouth.

        Lyra felt Big Steel’s head twitch, and that was her warning. She made no move to pull away.

        That decision turned out to be overconfidence.

        The first shot came at around the volume Lyra had imagined, but the velocity was much greater. She felt the splash of cum in the back of her throat like a gunshot, and it was enough to make her pull her mouth away as her hands continued working. Big Steel, a true gentlemen, kept his bucking to a minimum, but he did pivot and jostle with his legs as he attempted to find what he imagined must be the best delivery for his seed. Lyra, forced to take her mouth off Big Steel’s impressive manhood lest the second shot make her choke, was unprepared for his next rope of cum, which hit her right across the face, painting a giant strand of cream coloured liquid along her forehead, with some dribbling down her cheek and onto her chin. Lyra coughed in an attempt to keep the first load of jizz from her windpipe, and was successful, but still in the firing range of a longer orgasm. Big Steel snorted and whinnied softly as Lyra’s hands on his cock led him to further delivery of his payload. The third and fourth spurts came out just as fast, but Lyra was smart enough to aim them this time, the first at her chin and lower lip, letting a healthy dose of Big Steel’s cum dribble into her mouth, and the second at her chest, spraying her small but squeezable tits with thick, musky jism. The last bit of Big Steel’s load came out as a sort of dribble, leaking from his tip in the same fashion as his precum had done, most of it ending up on the hay beneath him.

        Lyra moaned loudly and raised a hand to her chest. She ran her fingers through the collected pool of jizz and lifted them to her lips. She let the strands of Big Steel’s sperm dangle on her fingertips for a moment before she lowered them into her mouth and sucked, pulling them out clean a second later. She moaned again, louder.

        Bonbon, in what she felt must be pure body treachery, squeezed her breast extra hard and felt an electric current run along her spine, ending right between her legs.

        Lyra took a moment to collect herself. She looked like she’d been covered in frosting, and was still kneeling below BIg Steel with his cock in both of her hands. The stallion’s member was now in a semi-rigid state, thick and untensed enough to be pliable, but still aroused and therefore a bit stiff and still mostly upright.

        “Oh my gosh,” Lyra said, revelling in the bath of semen she’d just been given.

        “Was that good?” Bonbon asked, removing her hand from her chest as she spoke. She might have enjoyed watching, but she wasn’t sure she wanted Lyra to know.

        “God yes,” Lyra answered, picking herself up from the hay of the stable floor. “It was so fucking hot. I’m covered in stallion cum right now... god, I could cum just from thinking about it”

        Bonbon smiled as if to say ‘Well, do you want to?’, but held her tongue.

        “That looked kind of fun,” she said, and Lyra nodded back at her more times than was necessary.

“It was, oh my gosh it was. You have to– I mean, you don’t have try it, but it really was... I mean, it was fun, anyway.”

Lyra and Bonbon both stood for a moment, each of them catching their breath in preparation for what must surely come next.

        It was as if Big Steel could sense. No sooner had Lyra risen from the floor and drifted towards the end of the stable than Big Steel turned around to face her. His absurd dong still flopped when he moved, but it now did so with a deliberate hardness, one that Lyra had risen herself and therefore appreciated that much more.

        Lyra’s hands were trembling as she placed them on the fence. There was a nice cushion on the wood to rest her arms and chin against, so she did just that.

        “Make sure to pull on him if he... if I say it hurts too much, okay?”

        “‘Too much’?” Bonbon questioned, unclear on the part where the act had to hurt at all.

        “Well, I mean... he’s really big, so it’s probably gonna hurt a bit. I just don’t want him, like... you know, tearing up my cervix, or anything like that.”

        Bonbon grimaced, but nodded, and made her way to the nearby lever system that was designed to yank back Big Steel on his harness if the situation so required. Despite not being a horse lover, however, Bonbon didn’t think there would be any problem. If anything, the stallion seemed almost as excited to go as Lyra was.

        Lyra started shaking as she felt the presence of Big Steel’s sizable frame behind her. She shuddered even harder when she felt his equally large something else between her legs. She gasped as the freely swaying shaft smacked into the side of her leg before bouncing up and slapping her on the stomach. Big Steel moved with more care than most horses, an evidence of his practice with the position. Lyra groaned and clenched her hands into the cushions on her resting spot as Big Steel raised himself into position, finding rests for his forelegs on the wooden platform underneath Lyra’s front end. The farm-owner had thought of everything, it seemed, and done a very good job at that. The logistics couldn’t have been easier.

        The lever in Bonbon’s hand felt cold, and she let her fingers slip from it as she watched. She leaned a bit to the side to get a better view, though she told her she was only interested in seeing Lyra’s reaction – in seeing Lyra enjoy herself. She certainly didn’t want to stare at the back end of Big Steel as he lined himself up. Nor did she want to stare at his two-foot long schlong as it bounced up and down, swaying perilously close to Lyra’s entrance as he jostled himself back and forth.

        A constant stream of moaning stemmed from Lyra’s mouth as she felt Big Steel close in on her dripping hole, close, so close. But the inarticulacy of the stallion’s posture pulled him away, and he whinnied softly as he shifted on his feet and tried to position himself again. Once more, Lyra closed her eyes tight and tensed every muscle in her body except the important ones as she readied herself for the biggest object she’d ever imagined having inside her.

        Once again, the warmth of Big Steel’s proximity fell away. His cock jabbed inexpertly at the air underneath Lyra’s stomach for a few seconds before he pulled back, scraping the head of his member along Lyra’s belly-button. Lyra gasped, but not in the way she had been hoping. She wanted him inside.

        To Bonbon’s sudden remembrance, Lyra turned her head over her shoulder and looked back imploringly.

        “Bon?” she asked, her voice pleading.

        “Yeah?” Bonbon asked back, her speech short. She hadn’t realized how long she had been holding her breath, or how tightly she had been clasping her hand between her legs as she watched Big Steel almost but not quite line himself up and thrust forward. Each time Bonbon had let out a tiny groan to match Lyra’s. She had wandered away from the emergency lever and was now standing practically right beside Lyra, her eyes locked on the location of nonexistent penetration.

        “Can you... help?” Lyra said, stumbling for a word that would articulate what exactly it was she was asking Bonbon to do.

        Bonbon took to a moment to follow along. Her mouth fell open as she looked to Lyra’s face, then back behind her legs, and then back to her face again.

        Lyra grinned apologetically.

        “You don’t have to,” she stressed, waving her free hand in dissuasion. “I mean, it’s just... he’s having trouble, I can tell, and I... I really wanna...”

        Bonbon nodded wordlessly. The mechanics of what Lyra wanted were ones she hadn’t ever thought about taking into consideration. How did horse breeders do it?

        Bonbon made her way to Big Steel’s side as she considered the angle of his thrusting. He wasn’t quite hard enough to be pointed parallel to his own stomach, so Bonbon could see why his movements were missing. She could also see, in very clear detail, from only a few inches away as she kneeled down and considered the task before her, how big and long and veiny his cock was.

        She had guided things into Lyra before, though normally that was of her own volition, or at her request. She had never thought she’d be crouched underneath her girlfriend’s body thinking about holding a horse’s cock so he could get inside her better.

        But that was exactly what she was doing now, wasn’t it?

        Bonbon scrunched her face and gritted her teeth as she reached forward. She almost couldn’t bring herself to touch it, but her hands moved at the direction of her own stubbornness, and she felt Big Steel’s big thing in her palms as she wrapped both hands around him at once.

Just imagine it’s a dildo, Bonbon told herself as she tried to bend the gargantuan equine member without hurting it. A big, floppy, veiny dildo that just shot three gallons of cum on your girlfriend’s face and is about to fuck her so hard she’ll be loose for weeks.

        Despite herself, Bonbon felt a twitch between her legs, but she ignored it. There were more important things to pay attention to anyway.

        Lyra had been staring the whole time. The moment she saw Bonbon’s hands on Big Steel she had become transfixed, and was now breathing shakily as she watched Bonbon line her hands, and, subsequently, Big Steel, up for something exciting. She gasped again when she felt the flared tip press against her slit, and even louder as she felt the giant prick behind the head move with Bonbon’s direction.

        Bonbon held the angle for a moment, and Big Steel, to the surprise of all parties involved, did not move immediately.

        A constant stream of profanity poured from Lyra’s mouth. She tried biting down on her lower lip to suspend her vulgarity, but the words kept coming anyway, until the best thing to do was to let them come.

        “Fuck,” she said, whispering it to herself. She shivered as she felt Big Steel’s head slide along her folds, picking up the copious moisture she was surely leaking on the hay underfoot. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...” The swears blurred together, becoming an excited, breathless drone as Bonbon, finally content with the angle of penetration, pulled forward. She felt Big Steel’s skin ripple under her fingers, even more so when he finally moved. And he moved very fully, and Bonbon felt the shift, holding the middle of the stallion’s cock where she had been holding the top.

        Lyra’s eyes flew open. Just like that, Big Steel was inside her, and he was well inside her, and Lyra couldn’t be sure but she wanted to count the inches because she needed to know how much of her pussy was his, how much of it belonged to his giant stallion dick and oh god she was –

        “–cummiiiiing!” Lyra spat suddenly, elongating her announcement as her body shook. Bonbon was still underneath her and her erstwhile equine lover, and she felt it just as much as Lyra did. She saw the emphatic shake of Lyra’s legs, and the tingle that ran through her whole body as her skin grew goosebumps.

        And, most concretely, as she always did when Lyra came, Bonbon felt the high-velocity spray of clear liquid that shot from Lyra like a fountain of arousal. Lyra was messy when she came, and as Big Steel shakily penetrated her for the first time, she was very messy, to the point that Bonbon’s mouth fell open in amazement as Lyra shot a stream of girlcum onto the ground and onto Bonbon’s hands, which were nearby still holding Big Steel’s throbbing unit.

        Bonbon withdrew her hands with anxious anticipation, and Big Steel rewarded her, as well as Lyra, who was still quivering in the emerging throes of her orgasm. Big Steel slid himself further forward, and Lyra’s mouth hung then in a silent scream that said she wanted to let all the volume and arousal and fullness she felt at the moment out, but couldn’t. Big Steel’s movements were hardly coordinated; he shook from side to side with every movement, and his ‘thrusting’ was a simple shuffle forward, using his hind legs for leverage and simply ramming as much of his big, thick cock inside Lyra’s dripping pussy as he could manage. Lyra was even wetter after her orgasm, and Big Steel seemed to enjoy the sensation. He sniffed at the air once or twice as he bobbled back and forth, and the smell of freshly sexed female in the air only did him wonders, making his nostrils flare up and his dick get even harder, if that was possible.

        With each shuddering movement, Lyra looked as though she might fall apart. Bonbon had extricated herself from under the pair’s stomachs, and looking at Lyra noted that she had never seen someone so unequivocally blissful.

        “Shit,” Lyra swore as Big Steel jostled forward slightly, then with drew with just as slight a movement. “Goddamn,” she said as she arched her back towards the well-toned barrel chest of the horse behind her. “Fuck,” she managed, muffled by her own wrist, and the cushions of her headrest shortly thereafter. A trickle of saliva coated the corners of her mouth, but she was in no mind to pay attention. Big Steel knelt further over her and snorted into her ear, and she hardened her posture for a moment, as though the tiny shock of a micro-climax had passed through her.

        When she removed the horsecock from the picture in front of her, Bonbon was unequivocally aroused. Even with the horsecock, it just took a little getting used to.

        “Does... does that feel good?” she asked, suddenly timid in face of her girlfriend’s kink fully realized in the flesh. Lyra opened her mouth as though she might answer, but her lips spat out another ‘goddamn’ as Big Steel moved forward, grinding his long, painfully hard dick into her snatch. She was starting to feel the stretch, but it was a good stretch, that made her hurt like only Bonbon had ever made her hurt before, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure and ‘oh god why do I want this’.

        Lyra nodded, barely able to speak.

        “Yuh... huh...” she said between the tingles of her own imagined thrusting as she ground herself back on Big Steel’s dick. Her whole face was flushed, and Bonbon could help but stare as Big Steel took his time going to town on Lyra’s willing body.

        “It... feels like I’m cumming... all the time... best thing...”

        “That does sound... pretty good...” Bonbon’s words were shaky. In her head, she tried to separate the image of Lyra quivering in front of her in perpetual orgasm from the burly stallion awkwardly pushing inside her from behind, but her eyes couldn’t quite split the two images from each other. Instead of staring at Lyra’s face, which was a heavenly mask of overwhelming euphoria, Bonbon’s eyes drifted to the center of the act occurring in front of her. She watched with an open mouth as Big Steel pulled himself back with more courtesy than she’d expected a horse was capable of, and then unsteadily plunged forward in a single motion, never letting more than half of his gigantic cock slip inside Lyra’s body. Bonbon couldn’t tell how full Lyra might be, or how stretched her hole must feel with almost a foot of Big Steel’s rod inside her, but it didn’t seem to be on Lyra’s mind either; she was only capable of mumbling deliriously as her body shook with repeated shivers from her ongoing cascade of pleasure.

        Bonbon’s hand drifted between her legs as she watched. She couldn’t look away as Big Steel slipped out yet again, just the bulbous head of his member poised at the outside of Lyra’s lips before he thrust back inside again, and Lyra moaned wantonly as his veiny length slid inside her.

        Lyra was nothing if not resilient, and Big Steel seemed more possessed of stamina than any of the stallions in any of Lyra’s favorite videos. The horses in the clips Bonbon came home to on the computer screen seldom lasted more than a minute or two before the stallions involved came, simply and succinctly, with a gush of thick, volumous cum into the pussy of the girl willing to let herself be torn apart by the unwieldy member putting her at its mercy. Big Steel had already managed almost five minutes, and that was with Lyra shivering and moaning on his length the whole time. Bonbon had been unable to pull her eyes away after the first minute and was now touching herself blatantly. She didn’t remember that she was naked at a far-away farmhouse watching her girlfriend get fucked by a horse; she just knew that Lyra was in front of her, in the most pleasure Bonbon had ever seen, and the creature responsible was taking care of her in a way she’d never imagined, pacing himself and keeping just enough of Lyra’s pussy full of his cock to keep her in constant satisfaction. It was amazing.

        In an almost indefinable way, Bonbon felt a little jealous, if not completely happy for her partner.

        While Lyra had been locked in the throes of her own constant moaning and profanity, the continued pounding from her dream beast was taking its toll on her composure. At the onset of her penetration she’d still looked relatively put together, if a bit desperate, as well as covered in Big Steel’s initial load. Now she looked almost crazy. Her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, her limbs were shaking constantly as residual climaxes rippled through her nerves, and her mouth was agape, her tongue caught between her lips in an incessant stream of babbling with an occasionally coherent ‘fuck’ or other swear mixed into the wordless noise. She looked like she was being driven out of her mind with pleasure. A pleasure that, evidently contrary to her ongoing delirium, was still mounting.

        Bonbon could see the signs that she had learned through so many steamy nights spent locked in Lyra’s arms, or with her head between Lyra’s legs. She could see the way Lyra scrunched up her mouth and clenched her eyes tight. She could hear the tapering of volume as Lyra’s voice gradually broke down into just tiny squeaks, climbing the mountain of her approaching explosion in pitches presumably too high-pitched to hear. She could see the tensing of Lyra’s muscles, especially there, in her legs, and her butt too, as she knew from experience. And, most importantly, she could see the way Lyra’s lips shivered around the thing inside her, though that was a bit difficult given the size of the currently invading object.

        Bonbon pulled her eyes away from the epicenter of Big Steel’s penetration and kneeled at Lyra’s side. Lyra managed to open her eyes as she felt the displacement of air beside her, and she stared at Bonbon through eyes that looked lost in another world. Bonbon offered her hand, and Lyra took it, clenching hard as soon as her palm touched skin, scraping into Bonbon’s hand with the force of her fingernails.

        “Fuck,” she said with a force that Bonbon hadn’t expected. It almost made her recoil, but she pulled herself closer, lowering her face only inches away from Lyra’s.

        “C-cum.. gonna cum, so hard, so hard, fuck, fuck...”

        Bonbon loved the way Lyra sounded when she was close. In a few second those words would disappear, and Lyra would speak in a language that Bonbon had learned sounded best with both their mouths together.

        She kept that in mind as she leaned forward. Lyra closed her eyes as Bonbon’s lips met hers.

        Like a lover with perfect timing, Big Steel pushed himself forward extra hard, bottoming out as much as he could inside Lyra’s pussy.

        Lyra’s voice faltered for a minute as the whole of her body froze.

        She regained it in the next instant as she came.

        “Mmmmmmmmmm!”

        She moaned wordlessly into Bonbon’s mouth as she came. She shook, and her limbs dangled like dead weight as she thrashed, her fingers just barely hanging on to Bonbon’s hand and scoring so deeply in Bonbon’s skin that they were sure to leave a mark. Lyra came harder than Bonbon had ever seen, and she felt every second of it, passed into her lips between Lyra’s as she moaned, so loud Bonbon imagined the farmer she had spoken with could hear from as far away as he was and then some.

        Big Steel held himself inside as Lyra spasmed around his giant tool. He snorted appreciatively as Lyra’s muscles clenched around him, and as her pussy clenched and sprayed the lower half of his shaft, as well as the ground below, in Lyra’s girlcum. She came like a fountain, loud enough that Bonbon could hear the splash against the hay and dirt even above the sound of Lyra’s moaning.

        Lyra’s orgasm went on longer than seemed possible. Just as Bonbon was sure the chorus of ‘mmm’ in her mouth was about to subside, Lyra redoubled her volume and clenched harder with her hand, and Bonbon kept kissing her. Her hand was still between her legs, but she kept it still out of focus, unable to concentrate on anything besides the absorption of Lyra’s moaning onto her tongue and the into the rest of her body. Bonbon drank Lyra’s pleasure like an intoxicating wine, and Lyra kept the tide of bacchian inundation flowing until time threatened to stop with the intensity of her pleasure.

        Until, finally, her hand unclenched, and her body untensed, and she fell against the support of her resting bar. And Big Steel whinnied and withdrew, almost all the way.