The Ritual Concludes

Moira reached over the side of the tub and opened a low wooden cabinet that Violet had not noticed before.

Inside, arranged with deliberate care, were instruments the House had collected over the decades. Moira’s fingers closed around one in particular: a long, thick double-ended dildo of polished black material, slightly curved, the surface gleaming in the candlelight. It was substantial. Both ends were shaped realistically, heavy and detailed.

She lifted it into the light so Violet could see.

“The old rituals used whatever the house provided,” Moira said. “This one has always been a favorite.”

She set the toy on the rim of the tub and climbed out first, water and suds streaming down her body. Violet followed on unsteady legs. The stone floor was cool under her wet feet. Moira guided her to a low padded bench against the curved wall, wide enough for two, already draped in dark towels that smelled faintly of the same metallic soap.

“On your back,” Moira directed. “Knees up.”

Violet obeyed. The bench was firm beneath her. Moira straddled her hips facing her, the double-ended dildo in one hand. She leaned down and kissed Violet again, slower this time, while she reached between them and rubbed the first thick end against Violet’s still-sensitive cunt. The toy was cool at first, then warmed quickly as Moira worked it up and down through the slickness there.

Violet’s breath caught when the head pushed inside.

Moira took her time, feeding the length into her inch by inch until Violet was stretched full and trembling. Only then did the maid rise higher on her knees, reach back, and guide the opposite end into herself. She sank down with a low, pleased sound, taking it deep, until their bodies met in the middle and the entire toy was buried between them.

For a moment they stayed like that, joined, breathing hard, the thick shaft connecting them.

Then Moira began to move.

She rolled her hips in slow, powerful circles, fucking herself on one end while the motion drove the other end deeper into Violet. The wet sound of it filled the chamber. Suds and water still clung to their skin and made every slide easier. Violet’s hands found Moira’s waist, then her breasts, squeezing as the maid rode the shared toy with increasing force.

Moira leaned forward and braced her hands on either side of Violet’s head. Their mouths met again, open and messy. Every downward grind of Moira’s hips punched a soft cry out of Violet. The stretch was intense. The knowledge that the same thick length was buried in both of them at once made the pleasure sharper, darker.

“That’s it,” Moira panted against her mouth. “Take it. Let the house feel how full you are.”

She fucked them both harder. The bench creaked. Candle flames shivered. Violet’s thighs shook around Moira’s hips as the pressure built fast and heavy. Moira’s rhythm turned ruthless, chasing her own pleasure while forcing the toy in and out of Violet in deep, relentless strokes.

Violet came first, crying out, cunt clenching hard around the thick shaft. The rhythmic squeezing pushed Moira over a moment later. The maid drove down to the root and shuddered through her orgasm, forehead pressed to Violet’s, both of them locked together on the double-ended length while the aftershocks rolled through them.

They stayed joined for a long time afterward, breathing, the toy still buried deep in both of them.

Moira eventually lifted her head. Her red lipstick was smeared. Her eyes were dark with satisfaction and something older.

“The ritual is finished,” she said softly.

She rolled her hips once more, deliberate and slow, and the thick double-ended dildo shifted inside them both.

The House watched from the stone walls, deeply content.