"Oh… oh…"
"Yeah…"
Lyra sat there. Stunned silent. Lloyd, her little Lloyd, had his virginity taken by Isobel Greaves of all people…? What… what…?
"D-did she… ask about me at any point…?"
"She did," Lloyd admitted. "She wanted to know who you were to me. I told him we were orphanmates and friends, though I'm not sure if she believed it."
"She didn't," Lyra answered immediately. "Based on what I know about Isobel, I'd guess that she slept with you with the intention to use your union as some sort of blackmail. 'Do whatever I say for the next seven days or I tell your lover about your affair.'. That sounds like something she'd do."
"I don't think this is that," Lloyd said. "Maybe at the start, but… I didn't get that vibe from her. The two of us were…" Lloyd groaned. "Ugh… This is awkward to talk about."
"I want to know, though. Tell me."
"She didn't seem detached from me. She seemed as into it as I was."
"Or, she pretended to be into it to further manipulate you. No matter how you cut it, the two of us are at her mercy for this sale. If she, for whatever reason, decides to renege, that's it."
Lloyd sat up, separating from the embrace with a contemplative look in his eye. "I… don't know. I don't think it's fake. Honestly, I… I-I don't want it to be fake. Isobel is… I know you're wary of her, but… I want to know more about her." He sighed. "I'm sorry for being weird, Lyra. I've been thinking about this all day. Wondering whether she was using me or if she actually does think about me. I won't lie and act like I'm not torn up about this, but I think I just want to be alone with my thoughts for a while. Is that alright?"
"O-of course, Lloyd. Go ahead. Just pick up some food when you get back, alright?"
"Thanks. I'll probably be back by tonight. If you get hungry, just put some food on my tab. I'll pay for it." He walked over to Lyra and hugged her. "Love you."
"Love you too," Lyra responded, getting up to see him off before sitting back down in the bed, alone with her thoughts.
Lyra did not want to be alone with her thoughts. Not that it mattered. Lyra hardly knew what the hell her thoughts even were! Her little Lloyd. That little boy from the orphanage. Her childhood friend. The boy may as well have been her brother. Lloyd May. He was her world. She did everything with him. Knew everything about him. Lyra Knight knew everything there was to know about her little Lloyd. She knew his favorite color, his favorite foods, his favorite hobbies, knew every single one of his facial ticks, knew that he sighed every time he was nervous or anxious, knew that he was secretly a bit of a pushover and had a whole "reinvention" phase in their late teens where he learned to be more assertive, knew that he was a side sleeper and an edge sleeper. She knew everything about Lloyd May. Every. Single. Thing.
And yet, Isobel Greaves had managed to see a side of Lloyd May that she hadn't. She'd made him do things that she hadn't. Lyra had known Lloyd for 600 years. Yet today, Lyra felt as though she'd drifted away from him for the first time ever.
Lyra took a dull, silent shower, changed into her plaid pajamas, and slipped under the covers of her bed. The room itself was dim, lit only by faint candlelight in the corner of the room opposite her. As she stared up at the log panels above her, Lyra allowed her emotions to run wild. She'd learned a long time ago that bottling them up in moments like this was the single worst thing she could do.
And so, Lyra wasn't surprised when an overwhelming wave of jealousy poured through her. She was not to be put second! That wasn't fair at all! She'd known Lloyd longer! They were family! That wasn't fair at all! It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair…!
Lyra turned in her bed, jealousy warping into a new emotion: bitterness. What did Isobel do to seduce him, Lyra wondered. When she showed up, she was dressed like she'd just woken up. Nothing about her appearance was particularly seductive. Lloyd had said that they'd kissed. What happened after that? Did she undress herself? No. That wouldn't have aroused her little Lloyd. She probably took his shirt off and exposed his bare torso. Lloyd was damn near statuesque in his physique. Isobel would've been a fool not to take advantage. What did she do next?
"S-she probably… touched him down there… while they kissed…" Lyra whispered aloud. "Lloyd probably gasped in surprise… He was p-probably so… haah… mmhh… "
Lyra's hand ventured underneath her lace panties, only partially surprised by how wet she was. Early in her days as an adventurer, Lyra had… learned something about herself. She'd stumbled into the wrong room once after getting turned around in an inn somewhere in Eshil, where she saw an attractive Adventurer couple having sex in their room. They, of course, were in shock, but after leaving them to it and returning to her correct room, she'd been unable to get the sight out of her mind. Why couldn't she just… stay in the room? Why'd they stop and get all weirded out? They could've just… not acknowledged her and kept going.
And what if they had? Lyra had imagined that in the shower, the man thrusting himself inside of that voluptuous woman, their moans cascading as they lost themselves in pleasure.
That was the first time Lyra had ever squirted. Ever since then, she'd only been able to do that when thinking about watching other people getting to it. It wasn't the most normal fetish in the world, Lyra knew, but it was hers! Everyone has their thing.
And she would've hoped that both she and Lloyd were on the same page! They both would've been free to explore those sides of themselves after completing their mission to defeat the Demon Lord! Instead, she was alone, left to deal with her urges and desires while her little Lloyd went off with Isobel on his own!
"That… mmnh… that isn't… unff… fair… Lloyd!"
Lyra continued to finger herself at the thought of her little Lloyd being completely violated by Isobel. He was probably so pathetic. Lloyd always loves to look strong, but he isn't. Not always, at least. He has his moments where he gets pushed around. Lyra latched onto that. Imagining Isobel, the strong, confident Isobel, tying Lloyd down. Swallowing his cock while Lloyd was forced to watch. She imagined her sitting on his full cock, straddling him while the pathetic little boy begged for mercy. She imagined Lloyd being fed up with the submissive role, fighting back against Isobel, and ravaging her.
Then… Lyra imagined it was her.
She imagined that she was the one teasing Lloyd. Looking him in the eye and stroking his long cock. Forcing it down her throat. Riding her little Lloyd until he couldn't take it… then, using her power to turn time back and prolong the torture. She imagined him getting fed up with it and turning on her, fucking the life out of her on the very bed she was pleasuring herself on.
Isobel could never please Lloyd like she could.
Like she'd always wanted to.
"That was… haah… ahh! Mghhh! That was… supposed to be… me…!" Lyra sped up her movements, squelches and moans coalescing into a symphony of lust. "I'm cumming! I'm… ahhh!"
Heat flooded through Lyra's body as her pleasure reached its boiling point, gathering at her crotch and exiting in a wave of her body's nectar. She continued touching herself.
"Clean it up, Lloyd," Lyra moaned, squeezing her breast. "Lick up every drop! I… mhh… know you want to! Y-yeah… haah… like… mmhhh… that… I want you to lick me up, then fuck me like you fucked Isob–"
Sounds of footsteps drew closer. The jingle of keys followed closely behind. Panicked, Lyra used her Time Manipulation to clean her mess from the bed, returning it to its clean state before hurriedly burying herself under the covers. Seconds later, the door burst open. Lloyd walked in, trailed by the scent of meat and bread.
"Tavern dude wouldn't shut up about a 'Buy 1 Get 1 Free' so I–..." He paused. "Oh, shit. Sorry. I'll… uh… leave your food on the table. Good night."
"I… I got too carried away. I shouldn't have thought of you like that. I'm sorry, Lloyd. I'll… I'll get over it."
The anxiety came back. This was going to be a rough seven days, wasn't it?