A scene cut from The Arts Ardane 04 ( Not yet released )

Even though I like this scene, and it's certainly stroke worthy, I just felt that it messed up the flow of the story and felt too tacked on.

This scene would have immediately followed Aristel's exit from the old cellar.

Devan returned to Lauren’s room the next afternoon feeling a smug sense of accomplishment. Once again, she’d shown up Aristel by hitting her mark with each and every spell she cast. Aristel had missed only one target, and not by much, but that one miss meant that he’d once again found himself beaten by a mere girl.

As usual, the sense of power also brought with it strong feelings of arousal. Devan pressed her hand over her mound after closing the door behind her, irritated that she couldn’t go into town to seek out a man to take care of the itch for her. Trying to sit down and study a new spell that her instructor in offensive magic had allowed her to copy accomplished nothing save giving her a headache. Her body continued to scream for satisfaction, which only intensified the throbbing in her head.

Giving in to her needs, she lay back on the bed and untied her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her breasts and the cotton panties beneath. Stroking her fingers over her erect nipples, Devan let out a quiet moan from the jolts of pleasure the touch sent through her body. She hadn’t found the need to touch herself in some time, preferring to let a man do it for her. Though the act had lost its excitement through repetition, Devan found her body responding strongly to her touch now, after so long without doing so.

Slipping down her panties to her ankles and parting her legs, Devan let her fingers glide over her labia, feeling her folds roll beneath the gentle pressure. Bringing her fingers up to her mouth, she sucked them to wet them, and then returned the digits to her sex.

Devan let out a quiet moan as she wriggled her fingers between her folds, feeling the wet heat between them. She only pressed hard enough to barely part her labia, allowing her wetness to coat her fingertips as she stroked her folds. Lifting her hood with her other hand, she let out a sharp gasp as her slippery fingers slid over her clit. Her buttocks tightened and her hips rocked up toward her fingers as the touch sent shocks of pleasure through her.

Licking her lips and moaning, Devan let her fingers slide lower once more, penetrating deep into her canal this time. A few short, slow strokes caused her flames of passion to surge, and she firmly pinched her right nipple in response to the feeling. Pushing the digits even deeper, she held her hand hard against her sex and circled her fingers against her walls.

Her fingers were completely coated in wetness when she withdrew them, and Devan couldn’t help but bring them to her lips. She’d loved her own taste since she’d discovered how good touching herself felt, and she never wasted an opportunity to partake of the treat. Her sex screamed for attention, however, and she didn’t leave her fingers in her mouth for long.

Her other hand left her breast to roll her bud beneath its hood as she pushed her fingers back into her depths. She steadily increased the speed of both sets of fingers as her arousal built. As an orgasm swelled within her, on the verge of release, Devan pushed her stroking fingers hard into her depths and curled them upwards. Her muscles tightened, except for the fingers flashing over her clit in rapid circles.

A quavering moan bubbled from Devan’s lips as she hovered on the edge of climax, her head rising up from the pillow and her eyes tightly pinched closed. When the pressure within her released in a burst, her eyes popped open and a squeal erupted from her. Her thighs clamped down tight around her hands, even as her intimate muscles squeezed the fingers buried inside her. Rolling to her side, she panted for breath as the waves of ecstasy swept through her body.

When the first spike of her climax ebbed, Devan flexed the fingers within her and rubbed her bud with a few quick strokes, immediately sending her into the throes of ecstasy once more. She repeated this twice more, keeping her orgasm spiking for more than a minute before she had to collapse to the bed and catch her breath.

Although still experiencing aftershocks after her breathing returned to normal, Devan felt her needs growing once more. Rolling back to her back, she let her legs fall open, sending a tingle through her as the cool air of the room kissed her damp sex. Tentatively, she stroked her fingers over her labia, finding the almost painful spike of pleasure endurable. A second stroke that slipped between her folds followed.

Lauren’s eyes widened and her body responded instantly to the sight of Devan stroking her sex on the bed. Quickly shutting the door behind her to protect the redhead’s modesty, she managed to do so before Devan noticed her arrival.

Startled to see Lauren in the room closing the door, Devan scrambled to cover herself. Although she managed to close her robe, the garment was bunched up close to her knees, and did nothing to hide her panties still clinging to one ankle.

Making a point not to look directly at Devan, although stealing every glance she could in her peripheral vision, Lauren said, “I’m sorry. I should have thought to knock, but I was considering my lesson plan and not really paying attention to what I was doing.” Seeing that Devan had managed to snatch up her panties and pull her robe into a somewhat modest position, Lauren added, “There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Dear. There’s nothing shameful about giving yourself pleasure. Everyone does it. I know I certainly do.” She then let out a little chuckle and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry. I just... I know this isn’t even my room, or my bed...”

Waving her hand in a short dismissive gesture, Lauren said, “Don’t think twice about it. I told you to feel at home here.” She winked and opened a warded drawer in her bedside table. Pulling out a wooden cock, she held it up. “As I said, I’m no stranger to self-pleasuring, most often in that very bed.”

Curiosity quickly overcame the shocked embarrassment Devan felt upon seeing the wooden cock. She sat up and Lauren handed the disembodied male member to her with another wink. Turning the phallus in her hands, Devan found it remarkably detailed and very smooth to the touch. She could almost feel the toy slipping into her depths as she examined it.

Letting out a little laugh, Lauren said, “I think you’re having the same reaction I did when I saw it. You could try it, if you would like.” She knew she was taking a big risk in speaking so openly, but seeing Devan in the aftermath of ecstasy was eroding her caution.

Having encountered only one other woman so sexually open, Devan felt all sense of shame evaporate as the conversation reminded her of her friend and former employer, Lorelle. “Is it as good as the real thing?”

“Well, of course not. Nothing can compare to having another person give you pleasure. You know what you’re going to do before you do it. The little moments of surprise are what makes sex exciting with someone else. It is different, though, and that helps when you don’t have someone else to bring to bed with you.”

“There is something to be said for that,” Devan agreed while continuing to trace the intricately carved veins and ridges of the wooden cock with her finger. “I’ve run into a lot of boring men lately.”

Sitting down on the bed next to the redhead, Laurn slipped her hand back to a small damp spot on the bed and rubbed her finger over a dollop of Devan’s cream as she spoke. “Well, men are men. Even the best of them only have so much imagination. I hope I haven’t embarrassed you so much that you can’t stay with me until you can return to your own room. It’s rather nice to have some company for a change.”

“I don’t embarrass that easily,” Devan responded, feeling more at ease by the moment. “Do you think the Master will lift the restrictions soon?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Lauren said, “Only he knows. I would expect several days, at least.”

Letting out a little laugh, Devan said, “This is certainly going to look very tempting soon, then.”

“Just put it in the top drawer without the wards. Feel free. Just rinse it with some water to clean it.”

“I always thought I was the only woman who didn’t wilt the moment someone started talking about sex until I moved here,” Devan said as she leaned down to put the toy in the drawer Lauren had indicated.

Quickly bringing her finger to her lips while Devan was distracted, Lauren tasted the redhead’s bittersweet nectar with a shudder. She then said, “We’re rather unique, I suppose. It’s not often that I encounter a woman who feels comfortable with her own body and her sexuality, either.” Reluctantly standing up, she continued, “I should return to my class. I only came to pick up some notes I’d left here accidently. I’d much rather stay and whisper naughty stories.”

“I think I’ll work on this new spell for a while, now that I don’t have a fog of need clouding my brain,” Devan

The images, coding, and format on this website are all © Darkniciad and Bailey and may not be reproduced or rebroadcast without permission.
All models in adult images were at least 18 at the time of the picture being taken.