Meridith and Gwen

Were all the girls in the school lesbians or bisexuals? Was there something about female mages that made them crave pussy?

[Let's look in on Gwen and Meridith,] he replied to the Tar'oth. Aaralon knew that monitors were supposed to be awake in their rooms, and that they would make their rounds of the dormitories every hour or so. He was not sure where Gwen's or Meridith's rooms were, but he did know where Jezabel's was. He had seen her sitting in front of the window brushing her hair before fast-breaking. He projected the location of Jezabel's dorm to the tiny demoness. His perception followed her flight out of Sioned's window and around the tower to Jezabel's. She then looked in the window to the left of Jezabel's. The room was dark and silent. [It's probably not that one, by Jezabel's description of their activity. Try the one on the right,] he told the Tar'oth.

She flew to the indicated window and looked in. The window was obscured by a thin curtain, but it was open to let the cool night air in. Dim candlelight lit the room showing vague shapes through the translucent material. He could see the bed; a pile of sheets and limbs could also be seen. Moans and gasps emanated from the room. The demon whizzed in past the curtain without waiting for instructions.

The candlelight revealed an intense scene. Gwen and Meridith were on their sides with their mouths working on the other's pussy. Each girl rested their head on the other's lower thigh. The two were writhing and moaning.

"Oh, you taste so good, Sweetie," said Meridith, a pale-skinned, redheaded girl with an amble bosom. She thrust her tongue into Gwen's glistening cunt.

"Mm, you too, Lover," replied Gwen as she also dove back into her attentions to Meridith's genitals. Gwen was a dark-haired, dark-skinned exotic beauty; rumor had it that her father was a rich desert nomad that her mother had fallen in love with while managing a merchant caravan. Aaralon had always thought that girls that were the product of mixed racial parentage were the most beautiful. There was just something fresh and new about their looks.

The Tar'oth flew low and out of sight for a stretch before landing high on the wall above the bed. The shadows thrown by the candle provided enough cover, and the height gave a great vantage point: a clear look at both girl's pussies and mouths. Their bodies contrasted light and dark in the flickering illumination. The small imp was rubbing her groin desperately. Aaralon could feel her arousal, and his cock was achingly hard. He stroked himself while following the scene playing in his mind's eye.

After a few minutes of observation, Gwen's breathing became more ragged, and then her body exploded into a quivering mass of flesh. Her thighs tightened around Meridith's head, and her pelvis vibrated on Meridith's tongue. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, oh," Gwen gasped quietly, trying not to wake the whole dorm.

Shortly, Meridith also climaxed, thrashing around much more actively than Gwen, and quite a bit louder. "Oh, Gods! Fuck me with your tongue! Aah!" she screamed.

The Tar'oth's masturbating came to a head as she orgasmed hard, flooding Aaralon with the overflow of her pleasures. His steamy jism squirted out of his cock and onto his belly and hand.

Soon, Gwen moved around to hug Meridith. They cuddled and whispered for a bit before falling into the regular breathing patterns of sleep. The demoness couldn't hear their susurrations.

"Well, I think I've learned quite a bit tonight," Aaralon thought. Alycia's control of Emerald with those strange red spheres, and Sioned's true form, not to mention his own climax.