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The scent of incense filled the small tower room, making Starr’s head spin with its intoxicating aroma. She kept her eyes closed as she shifted on the thick pillow cushioning her buttocks. A hint of a vision played at the back of her mind, but the more she tried to focus, the more elusive it became. She took a cleansing breath and tried to focus. She sensed two—no, three—people in the vision, but she couldn’t make out what they were doing. Slowly, the first one’s visage clarified, and she recognized Lucian, with his boyish smile and carefree attitude. A smile lit up her face in response to his. Sorin solidified next, and he had his arms protectively around a third person, as Lucian knelt on the floor beside them. Starr struggled to make out their location, moaning quietly when she realized it was her bedroom. As Sorin shifted, pushing back his longish hair as he rose to his knees, her face emerged. A blush tinged her cheeks in real life when she realized she was nude, as were the two men. When Lucian’s hand cupped her breast in the revelation, Starr’s nipple beaded in real life, pressing against the soft linen of her blood-red robe. As Lucian pressed closer to her, Sorin pulled her into his arms, resting her back against his chest. His thick body hair crackled against her bare skin, and she rubbed herself against him, moaning. Lucian’s hands moved to cup both her breasts, and Starr parted her thighs, instinctively welcoming him to nestle between them. She was conscious of Sorin’s cock pressing into the curve of her hip, and she reached a hand behind her to caress his head. Starr shifted with discomfort on the cushion, alarmed and aroused by the swell of moisture between her thighs. She knew she could open her eyes to end the vision, but she couldn’t tear herself away just yet. Lucian slid up onto the bed, balancing his stomach across her thighs and lifting his head to suckle at her breast. One of Sorin’s hands moved from her waist to stroke the thatch of curls between her thighs. Starr parted her legs wider, moaning in the vision and real life as Sorin stroked her pussy lips, spreading her dew through the damp curls as he parted her. She threw back her head and bit her lip as his large thumb glided across her swollen clit, igniting feelings she hadn’t expected. Starr arched her hips, allowing Sorin freer access, as Lucian’s teeth grazed her nipple. “Oh, God, I want you.” Her eyes snapped open, and she blinked, straining to dispel the vision. Having spoken allowed had ruined the sensual trance, and she took a deep breath, finding the incense cloying now, rather than soothing. Her pussy ached with need, and Starr clenched her thighs. Her body hungered for release, and she pushed away from the cushion, pausing only to extinguish the candles and incense before she left the chamber. Each step down the twisting staircase enflamed her clit to the point where she could barely stand up. With a moan of frustration, she rushed to her chambers, pushing against the door with one shoulder, even as she struggled to raise the hem of her robe. She kicked the door closed with her foot and collapsed on the stone floor, unable to make it to the bed. Her fingers buried themselves inside her pussy, seeking out the sensitive nub. Starr circled her clit with her thumb and finger, shivering as sensations coursed through her. These weren’t nearly as vivid as those she had experienced when Sorin touched her in the vision, but her body welcomed the pleasure. She increased her pace while picturing Sorin and Lucian’s nude bodies. She imagined Lucian sliding his cock inside her as she took Sorin’s into her mouth. She moaned and began rubbing her breast with her free hand. She writhed against her fingers, flirting with the opening of her pussy before withdrawing. She imagined Sorin’s tongue sweeping across her swollen clit, and a flood of moisture accompanied the thought. Small convulsions built deep inside her womb, extending outwards until her pussy clenched. Starr stopped caressing her clit as the waves pulsed through her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her heart raced. It was a long moment before she found strength to drag herself to the bed. She lay back, letting the cool air in the room caress her pussy, leaving the robe pushed up to her hips. She licked her lips, imagining Lucian’s mouth against hers. She wondered how he would taste. Despite the recent rash of vivid visions, she had never even kissed Lucian or Sorin, except in a friendly way, when they were younger. She rolled onto her side, cuddling the pillow against her. She never would either. As the spiritual leader of Corsova, she had to remain chaste. Impurity supposedly interfered with interpreting the visions she received. If Nikia hadn’t killed Ylenia, Starr would have had decades to explore her own sexuality before being thrust into this position. She choked back tears, knowing they wouldn’t change anything. It was her responsibility to follow the traditions of her people. Even pleasuring herself was taboo. Making love when she held such a position could spell the ruination of their way of life. She might incorrectly interpret a vital vision if her thoughts remained centered around love instead of duty. But how was she supposed to do her duty when the only visions she had received recently revolved around the two men she loved? How could she see what was best for her country when she couldn’t see past her own heart’s desires?
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