Chapter 20: Chapter 20

REYNA

“Just as you read in the book, this here is a penis,” Sabrina’s voice cut through my thoughts, bringing me back to the here and now.

She gripped the aforementioned organ tight and squeezed, then stroked once, twice, three times. John groaned loudly, and a white liquid trickled from the slit on the bulbous head.

I winced, afraid she’d hurt him, but to my surprise, John begged for more. “Please, more,” he said. She had already primed his body with her soft touches and gentle strokes, letting her fingers get close to his penis.

She got his expectations high, only to divert and begin all over again.

I was beginning to understand what she had said earlier. Now I got it—this. What Sabrina was doing. She was adding illustrations to what we’d already read.

“It is also called a member, phallus, dick, and my favorite—cock,” Sabrina continued as if John hadn’t spoken.

I was so close to them now that I could reach out and touch him if I wanted. He was so hard, thicker and longer than he was before; it looked positively uncomfortable.

But I didn’t. If there was anyone I wanted to touch in that way, it was my beast.

My heart was beating faster with every stroke of Sabrina’s, and every groan of John’s. The images were warping into me and him. I was touching him, stroking him, and he was frantic now, straining and begging, trying to free his hands and feet, his body layered with a light sheen of sweat.

“Fuck, more,” John said, snapping me out of my imagination.

Sabrina completely ignored his pleas and began to stroke his hard length from base to tip faster—where copious amounts of white liquid were beginning to wet her hands.

John’s moans and groans were louder now. The girls and I were not unaffected, though my reaction was for the act itself, not the people involved.

I was in awe of everything I was learning. This was something I’d never seen before; it was all new, thrilling, and exciting.

My breath came in short, choppy puffs, and I was not the only one. My breasts suddenly felt heavy, and there was a strange wetness between my legs, though I knew I hadn’t lost control of my bladder.

The feelings were similar to how I felt when I was with the beast, only less intense, less consuming.

While watching Sabrina and John got me hot, it wasn’t because of John; rather, it was because each action painted an image of me and the beast in similar situations.

Sabrina was either unaffected, or she knew how to hide her reactions well. She kept talking and explaining.

“These are his scrotum, also called balls or sacs. A man has two brains, girls. You should remember this—one is up there in his head, and the other is this!”

She squeezed John’s cock and took her hand away. John yelled when she did.

His penis looked harder and an angry red, if that was even possible, bobbing as if it had a mind of its own. It almost touched his stomach. John almost sobbed his frustration; he gritted his teeth, his body tight with tension. But he didn’t beg again.

“And a male’s greatest weakness is a female. Be it a man or a beast, they are all the same,” she said. She stood up and got off the bed, closing the book.

“That’s all for today, girls. Get dressed. I will see you all tomorrow. And Reyna, I’m letting you off the hook, but do not come late tomorrow.”

With that, we were dismissed. I dressed quickly, glad to finally have my clothes back on.

I pulled the brown uniform trousers over my hips, my eyes darting to John. “What about John? Is he okay? He looks like he’s in pain?” I asked worriedly.

The other girls paused with their dressing and glanced toward the naked, tied-up man.

“Oh, he is. He’s desperate to come for me, but don’t you worry about him, he’ll be fully rewarded for his restraint,” Sabrina replied with a small laugh. She began to remove her clothes.

I turned, not wanting to invade her privacy. This made her laugh even more.

My body felt strange to me; my skin felt tight, and I ached between my legs.

I had never felt like this before. Well, that wasn’t entirely true—these days I was constantly in this state of arousal, as Sabrina had called it.

I didn’t turn around to look at Sabrina or John again when I said my goodbyes and left the room together with the others.

I didn’t know what was happening to me, but it had started because of him. Only with him, it was more intense.

Thinking about him reminded me of my dream, and an urge to see him and talk to him rose inside me undeniably.

I smiled at the girls, pretending I was going home as well when we parted. When I saw the other girls had all left, I backtracked and went inside the village hall.

I hid behind the shelves at the very back, where cleaning supplies were kept.

I waited for Sabrina and John to come out, so I could carry out my plan. But they didn’t.

I thought they were going to leave immediately after me and the girls left, but there was still no sign of them.

Wondering what could have held them back, I decided to walk back to the basement.

I was light on my feet, not making a sound.

Moans and groans greeted me before I was even close; I was only halfway down the staircase.

What I saw made my lips part and my throat go instantly dry. I quickly and quietly ducked low, my knees against my chest while I watched with wide, innocent eyes.

Sabrina was sitting on John’s lap, with what she’d called a penis—or his cock—seated deeply inside her. Hard, wet, and gliding in and out of her, he lifted and dropped her hips hard and fast.

She took him inside her body over and over again, her breasts bouncing with every move. She was the one moaning, while John groaned deep every time she dropped on his length.

The image of Sabrina rocking her body in that way tickled a memory from a week ago in my head, and my entire face burned with realization.

I shook my head, not wanting that image in my head.

Sabrina’s back was to me, so they had no idea I was there, watching.

I knew I shouldn’t be watching this. I felt like this was something intimate, private.

I willed my legs to move, but they were stuck. My eyes were transfixed. I couldn’t move, not without exposing myself.

This was something alien to me, but it felt natural. Not the watching—I felt like an intruder on that part—but the act between Sabrina and John.

What was this? Was this sex? Or making love? I’d read about those, but when I read it I didn’t feel anything. Maybe it was because then I didn’t know how to picture it; I had never seen it before.

~Sex.~

But now, watching Sabrina bounce on John while he was buried inside her, bucking his hips to match her pace—

I was shamefully wet. In my mind’s eye, instead of Sabrina and John, I was imagining myself with him.

~The beast.~

I watched them until they reached completion, when Sabrina screamed and John shouted his pleasure.

Yes, I at least believed it felt good, though I’d never experienced it myself. So good that it ripped a scream from a woman and made a man beg.

This only made me more curious about the act. Sex—only I felt that this was more for both Sabrina and John.

I literally crawled back to my hiding spot, afraid if I stood up they might notice me leaving. I waited, counting the seconds and minutes.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before I finally heard and saw Sabrina and John leave the room, then the village hall altogether.

I gave it a few more minutes before I went back to the room. In my mind, I could still see Sabrina as she writhed on John’s cock.

My face burned whenever I even thought of their names. I tried to clear up my mind and focus on why I was here.

I went to the only other door—not the one I came through—the door Sabrina had said led to the castle. I snatched a candle from the table and shoved it inside my pants pocket.

I grabbed the handle, then pushed hard. It didn’t budge, didn’t open, didn’t even creak.

“Damn it,” I cursed angrily. Of course they wouldn’t leave the door open.

It was locked. I desperately needed a key; I couldn’t give up meeting him today. I needed to speak to him—I had so many questions and little to no answers.

I ran to the shelves and started searching through the shelves and drawers, opening and closing, looking for anything that remotely looked like a key.

Just when I was about to give up, I finally found it, in a box filled with paraphernalia.

“Yes!” I yelled excitedly when the door finally opened.

I coughed and sputtered. The room was covered in dust, and so dark, I brought out the candle from my pocket and lit it.

Then I hesitantly entered the room.

Or rather, the tunnel was more aptly put. With the light of my candle, I could see inside what looked like a long maze of tunnels.

Cobwebs lined the jagged rock ceiling here and there. Fortunately for me, there were no human bones, as I had feared I would find.

The place wasn’t as bad as I first thought.

I suspected the Roses used it as a secret passage to reach the castle or the outside world. That would explain why a lot of the time we didn’t know when they were gone on a mission.