I slept with someone in starlight academy and all i got was this stupid thread

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Lochlann's eyelids twitched and his lips parted. A soft moan pushed its way from his lips even as Guinevere Haze pushed himself inside of her.

He felt the slickness of her flesh envelope him and hold tight. Gods, she was always so tight. one of his hands roamed up her legs and squeezed her, but his grip was weak.

"You could be wetter," Lochlann said.

He started to move into her, but his motions were slow and exploratory, as though searching for whatever it was that would make everything okay, just like she'd promised.

He couldn't quite lift his head and fuck her at the same time, so he chose to fuck her for now.

"we should...we should go to the lake," he whispered. "the lake always makes things better."

He was so tired.

This was the part of his dream he always hated.

 

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"Yes," Lochlann said. "I'll....I'll take you there."

He never remembered how they got to the lake in his dreams. They were always just there.

But, right now, Lochlann wasn't there. He was on the floor and in Guinevere Haze's tight cunt.

Her hand cupping his cheek pulled his head back to the right position so he could blink up at her. His eyes were heavily lidded and, for some reason, Lochlann remembered the night she came to him in the hospital. He thought he was dreaming then, too. maybe it was all a dream. Maybe she was a dream.

He pressed his face into her hand but it was only because he couldn't hold it up on his own.

"When did you learn to speak Welsh?" he asked her.

It was the right sort of question to ask in a dream.

 

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"Oh," Lochlann said, and then again, and again.

She was getting faster now and the pleasure she was stealing from him made him feel dizzy. This was weird, this was so very, very, weird.

Something felt wrong, like he wasn't supposed to be doing this, like he was supposed to be feeling something else for Guinevere Haze except how tight her cunt was.

He put a hand to his face and felt it and Lochlann blinked and looked at his fingers, then placed them on her hip, trying to hold on as though he was afraid he was falling.

His knuckles were bleeding, he realized.

"Guinevere," he said.

His breath was coming in sharp pants. His heart was slower than it should be.

Something was so wrong, but what was it?

He reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. It was the only gesture he had to focus himself.

He'd felt this feeling before. It felt like tolazine. A tolazine dream.

"Why did you fuck me, Guinevere?" he asked.

He didn't mean now.

He meant the first time.

Why didn't she just kill him?

 

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"Oh,' Lochlann said.

Because it made sense. He was hers.

But....he wasn't hers. Not anymore. Lochlann had broken things off. He had a girlfriend now. Her name was Dani and--

No.

Something in him rolled up and then was washed away in the ride. He felt sleepy, too sleepy to do more than give a small, strangled noise when Guinevere removed herself from him and left his cock in the cool air.

His breathing didn't come any easier.

His heart was so slow. He loved how slow it was. It hadn't been this slow in months, since Addy, another girl he'd loved who--

no.

It'd been a long time since Lochlann had taken sedatives. he almost didn't recognize the feeling, but it was probably because he couldn't think.

His cock was out and he stroked it once, twice, and then stopped, because he forgot what he was doing.

He was so tired.

Guinevere was here.

"I can never get the way you smell right when I drema about you," he said. "I think of salt water instead."

 

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Sedated?

At first Lochlann gave a low noise that was somethin like a chuckle, but also like a gargle. The laugh couldn't quite get the energy to sneak past his throat.

"I'm not.."

But he felt....Not right.

This would make sense. It would explain a lot.

But..

"How?" he asked, then, frowning, he managed. "Why?"

 

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"Oh," he said, but unlike the last two times, now, Lochlann seeemed to understand.

It took a long time of him lying there to understand.

He rolled onto his hands and knees and nearly collapsed again, but he was able to reach over and grab Guinevere. He was groggy and his motions were unsteady. it might have seemed like he was holding onto Guinevere to stop from collapsing himself, but really, he was angling her body so that it only took one sloppy motion to heave her onto the window sill.

He had her bent over and he was collapsed on top of her. His legs were trembling and his breathing was ragged. His hand shook as he pulled her panties down to her knees.

"You wanted this," he told her.

He pushed his cock into her as he said this and pushed Guin's body with his against the cracked glass of the window. He didn't mean to be rough, but he certainly didn't mean to be gentle. Each thrust was hard and pounded her up against the glass to keep himself from collapsing again.

 

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He fucked her with his eyes closed. One hand was on her shoulder. His other arm was wrapped around her, anchoring her body to his as he slipped in and out of her.

"I said no," Lochlann said. He could barely keep himself upright, but he didn't stop ramming his cock into her. He screwed her, twisting her body against his, and he was taking pleasure rather than giving it.

Of course, it was impossible to do this for long, because he was made to pleasure her, and his body found a rhythm with hers to match the little moans she was making.

He was blinking his eyes open to her when she looked over his shoulder and Lochlann frowned. He took his hand from her shoulder and pulled her hair, forcing her gaze out the window. He couldn't bear his reflection in her eyes.

"Don't ever drug me again, Guinevere," Lochlann slurred.

It had to wear off soon, right?

He didn't like that he loved this lazy, compliant feeling washing over his body. he didn't like that he loved how easy it was to forget, how hard it was to even stay mad at her.

But it was getting easier now.

 

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He was a mess.

He felt Guinevere's body grow tense and, despite himself, Lochlann worked hard to bring her to completion. Part of him knew, part of him was too attuned with her body, to be so foolish as to think that's what was really happening. He was too good to be completely oblivious to the signs of distress but...

the other part of him wanted this.

Each forceful thrust splintered the glass further and further. He kept hammering into her, and though his thrusts where shallow and unsteady, they were not without purpose.

He was still fucking her when the glass broke.

His arms were wrapped around her body and though, for one solid thrust, three whole seconds, they were suspended out the window, there was never any thought of letting her go.

Lochlann fell backwards onto the floor, pulling Guinevere Haze ontop of him. It was an uncomfortable fall and he landed hard on his tailbone and his cock was not happy to fall at such an angle while still inside Guinevere.

He pulled himself from her and lay panting on the ground. He reached over and Lochlann slid his hand into her pocket and grabbed the pills she'd mentioned.

He wondered if any of them were poisoned.

 

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Lochlann dry swallowed the handful of pills. Much to his surprise, they dissolved in his mouth rather than needing to be choked down.

Guinevere Haze was screaming and making little gasping noises.

Dani had been quiet when she'd died. The last thing she'd said had been his name. Guinevere Haze didn't even give her the chance to scream.

The pills were starting to kick in. Now that he knew that's what they were, that's what had happened to him, Lochlann could start to welcome to slow bursts of chemicals that popped inside of him. It reminded Lochlann of opening a soft drink and having the foam pop over the edge.

He wished he could care about the rushed, shallow way she was breathing. He wished he didn't know what that felt like, that he didn't know exactly how it felt to have his lungs seized in someone else's hands.

"I told you no," he said. He couldn't keep his eyes open. He tucked himself back into his jeans.

He was starting to forget to feel.

The breeze came in from the window and tousled his skin in a gentle caress.

"Stop," he told her, and Lochlann closed his eyes.