Dream Girl Ch 06 Plaything

Andie found herself alone again in the Library and wandered back to the obscure antique book collection, but wasn't being drawn to look at it just then and turned back to the main area. That was when she noticed the sketchbook under Cissy's stack of other books. It was positioned just so that she couldn't really see it from the other side where she had been sitting. She knew she probably shouldn't, but she wanted to sneak a peek anyway so she moved the pile in such a way so as to be able to make it look like she hadn't touched it, or at least she hoped it would look like that when she put it back.

The initial sketches were rough, but amazing. Lots of partly done pieces, WIPs of some thing or another. Heads, hands, claws, talons, wings, all arrange randomly like she was just focusing on one thing at the time and none of them went with the same body part. Then she turned a few pages in.

The first full sketch was still just pencil or ink, she wasn't sure, but the detail was beyond amazing. Andie had only seen sketches like this in the best books they sold or from the top artist's posters and other pieces. Page after page was filled with another masterpiece. She was moving along quickly so she could make sure to get the book back before Cissy returned, until she turned the page one more time. She stopped and almost dropped the sketchbook, but caught herself before she did something else stupid.

She stared at the page for a lot longer than the others because she saw a familiar face staring back at her. It wasn't exact, but then there was no way she could have had the time to be able to study the original. There was no mistaking what she saw before her as Fran's Vixandriel. And the only way for her to even have an idea who that was would have been from seeing it at the shop, which made Andie fairly certain that it was her that was at the shop the other night in the dark hoodie with the sketch book. Unfortunately, the latest discovery caught her eye for far too long and she caught a whiff of an odd mix of Cissy's essence and wasabi.

"Have to settle for spicy tuna rolls. The chef is saving some of the other tuna for later tonight, but had enough of the end pieces to make a couple rolls, then added in a little veggie California one. Hope you like wasabi, I asked for extra." Narcissa announced lunch just as Andie turned. The look she got implied lunch might be cut short, or her life, either one seemed to be on the table, along with the lunch tray as it was slammed in place destroying the creative display the chef had worked on. "Who gave you permission to just go through my things and invade my privacy like that?"

Narcissa stormed over to Andie to wrest the sketchbook from her unworthy hands and stood there clutching it to her chest, a chest that had been nicely on display for Andie earlier as the tightness of her top clung to her nicely proportioned figure. Narcissa was generally so upstaged by her mother's wardrobe that Andie had spent so little time appreciating her for herself.

"Well?"

"Sorry. Curiosity got the better of me and I should have asked, but I assumed you would just say no anyway." Andie said apologetically.

"You're right. I only share these with my closest friends." Narcissa replied, obviously angry and violated.

"So, no one really, based on how your mom sounds." Andie said without thinking. "That's not fair of me."

"No, but sadly not inaccurate." Narcissa replied, seeming to cool down slightly. "And mother doesn't really care or count."

"They're really good." Andie said trying to cheer her up and beg for clemency from the executioner. "And I've seen a lot of fantasy art, both erotic and not."

"You mean pornographic, don't you, in your case at least." Narcissa said with a slight look of disgust shot in Andie's direction that slowly turned to a wry smile as she couldn't hold it any longer.

"Got me, yeah, erotic, pornographic as well as normal art then." Andie chuckled, hoping the break was a good sign. "Seriously, though, your art is amazing and you should really follow that passion if you enjoy it."

"Mother will have none of it. I'm not sure what she was expecting with me growing up in a family like ours and in this house. Aside from a lifetime of therapy, what other legacy could it leave or inspire me to become? To be accused of being a witch or worse like half the townspeople say of my aunts and anyone else. They have Horace pegged as a vampire or something. He's the sweetest man you'd ever meet." Narcissa opened up more than Andie could have mentioned and felt herself making a connection she never would have thought was there.

"I'll just say this instead of acting on it, but I kind of want to give you a hug right now, as it feels like you could use it. From a friend and not just from your mom or something like that." Andie was treading lightly trying not to end up with totally scorched earth after she felt like they were finally talking like friends.

"I'm not sure I wouldn't not like that right now." Narcissa tried to say what she meant, but wasn't sure she got it right. She wasn't the one good with words, but pictures yes. "Mother isn't really a hugger either. Well, not those kinds of hugs at least."

Andie felt herself warm in a couple different ways and wasn't sure who or which was causing what. She tried to parse out the double double negatives in Narcissa's reply and thought she got it and moved over to give her a tiny hug to start. When she got a much bigger hug back, she fell into it more. They stayed there like that for a few long moments, long enough that Andie wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed, but her stomach growled at the smell of the sushi and interrupted them.

"Hungry?" Narcissa asked, but her eyes said something about more than just food. Andie thought she was just reading too much into it and decided she did need food, but would let the current moment sit for a while until she could start on a little better footing than the current invasion of privacy scandal; sketch-gate.

"Fuck yes, and the food looks delicious even if it's a little scattered. Thought I wouldn't get a chance to eat it after your entrance, but glad we worked that out." Andie joked, but Narcissa was obviously a little disappointed she had let her temper partly ruined their lunch.

"Sorry. I have a bit of a temper if you haven't noticed." Narcissa said with a shy smile overtaking her face. The more natural curl of her dark lips that came out with a normal smile caused the tiniest of dimples along her pale cheek. Andie hadn't noticed her much before while she was hiding behind the projection of the angsty troubled soul. Artists, Andie thought to herself, at least she had the brooding down already.

"That's okay, the food still looks fine and I like 'em on the feisty side." Andie winked back at a slightly stunned or confused Narcissa. She didn't seem ready to process Andie's reply or was shocked that she was taking it all in stride so well. "At least it looks like the chef knows you like wasabi. Good thing, too, because I love it as well. Wouldn't want to have to fight you for it."

Since the tray was all jumbled and a mess where Narcissa had slammed it on the table, they decided to just sit there and eat through the chaos. Andie didn't really care what it looked like when she ate it anyway, but she was a little disappointed that she wasn't able to get a peek at what the chef had done with the display. The rolls had somehow stayed together without any serious damage, but the seaweed salad and edamame were strewn about as if they were caught in a tsunami from an earthquake during a cyclone.

They worked their ways through the destroyed landscape of lunch not leaving much of anything except some stray rice and the smallest bits of seaweed and seasonings, happily devouring the last bits of wasabi plain.

"Whhaa-oooohh-wa." Andie let out a little exhale and shook her head as the wasabi went deep into her sinuses. "Never get enough of that."

Narcissa actually laughed at that part and the face Andie was making.

"I should get back to my work now, still so much to get done and I was hoping we could spend some time together later just getting to know each other better. I realize I've been keeping my distance as I wasn't sure what to think of you at first." Narcissa called an end to her lunch, leaving an opening Andie was happy to see. Taking her cue, she responded in kind.

"Sure, I should probably leave you to your work so I won't bug you. I don't have a lot of other things to do and I'm afraid I'll just be a nuisance." Andie replied, stretching a little and holding in a very large feeling burp.

"I'd actually appreciate that as well, as I might not be able to find my focus either, if I'm being honest with myself." Narcissa offered. "Maybe Horace could take you for a drive somewhere if you wanted to get out and do something."

Andie thought about it, but wasn't sure where she would go that didn't make it seem like she was trying to run away. She stood up to head out to wander a bit and thought maybe she would just stroll the grounds behind the house if that was sanctioned. She wasn't really sure where she was going to go, but Narcissa seemed a little stressed about the workload she had.

"I'll try to find you if I finish a little early, if not, there's always dinner and after to look forward to." Narcissa looked up to see if Andie was paying attention and made sure to smile a bit, as much as she could on demand as it still wasn't a normal reaction for her in the moment.

Andie stepped out of the library and closed the doors behind her. The hinges and doors were weighted just so that she couldn't have slammed them if she wanted to, and they again closed without the hint of a sound. She probably shouldn't be as fixated on them as she was, but there was just something about the kind of quality engineering that went into their design that struck her.

As she turned to decide which direction to head from the Library, not remembering the GPS app on her phone, she detected a change in the air again as the older, sweeter fragrance overtook her senses. She felt like she might have swooned a bit, but since she wasn't exactly sure what swooning should feel like she assumed it was the last mouthful of wasabi still messing with her.

"Andie, dear, what a pleasure to find you again." It was Divinity, out and about after lunch making her rounds. "Care to join me for a bit? There are a couple things I remembered that I needed to discuss with you rather urgently."

Andie wasn't sure she could say no from the sound of the request, and really wasn't sure she would be able to with the tone of the voice that made it. She turned around to see Divinity standing at what would otherwise be considered a socially unacceptable distance in any other situation, but given her current predicament she wasn't holding anyone to any particular standards. As she spun around quicker than she really needed to, it stirred up the air around her and she breathed in another lungful of Divinity, her essence flowing all the way out to Andie's fingers and toes. She let her eyes flutter shut and just smiled as Divinity closed what little distance there was between them.

Andie opened her eyes to see Divinity's chin within inches of her face, her natural height and her heels elevating her enough so that Andie had to lift her gaze to meet the eyes looking at hers. She was distracted enough to not notice the hand that reached up to run a finger along the side of her cheek, just to the edge of her lips. It pulled back and rose to Divinity's lips as she sucked off a morsel.

"Mmmmm, you missed some wasabi." Divinity purred. Andie hadn't heard that tone from her before and felt like she was about to fall prey to the huntress. "Nothing quite like it to leave a little tingle on the lips."

Andie felt herself flush at the last few words as they rolled off Divinity's tongue, her mind going eagerly where she was trying to not to let it. Before she had any time to think her shoulders were wrapped in a silk robe covered arm and she was escorted toward the Master Study, capitalized in her mind just as it was on the GPS app.

Again, she focused more on the doors as they closed behind them and the silence inside the room, the distance to her escape from the farthest end. Never mind who would even come to save her when they couldn't hear her screams anyway.

But she should have been more focused on the woman standing next to her, now just a couple inches taller as she discarded the heels she had on, expertly kicking them off into the opposite corner from the larger loveseat and other chairs. She looked briefly at the eyes in front of her before all she could see was the face against hers, lips pressed tightly against her awkwardly agape mouth, tongue searching for a partner.

Her mind raced for a minute, but wore itself out running in circles before shutting off and switching to autopilot. She hadn't planned to approach Divinity as a conquest, but she wasn't going to be able to say no when she came on as strong as she did. It didn't help that the family essence between them was so close that she could easily convince herself she was with either one of them at any time, and in her mind a montage of partial images and scenes flashed by from their brief time together. It worked its way all around and finally settled on legs. The pair of legs that were right next to her under the robe she had changed into some time after their morning encounter.

As her thoughts began to focus, she felt a hand reach up and take hers gently, pulling it lower until it crept inside the open flap of robe just below Divinity's waist and left it against the firmness of a bare thigh, no stockings in the way.

"You changed out of your skirt from earlier, I was surprised to see you in a robe, and disappointed that you removed your stockings." Andie managed to mumble out through a mouthful of tongue.

"Needed a trip to the spa, and neglected to grab stockings as I hadn't planned on needing them." Divinity mouthed through her continued lingual assault.

"I love the way your legs look in them." Andie mumbled some more. "And imagining the way they probably feel."

"Oh, imagine this then." Divinity reached down to find Andie's abandoned hand and clasped it again, sliding it sideways until it brushed against a very well-kept garden, the silky hairs tickling Andie's fingers as she left the hand there to explore.

Andie was once again torn. The bad Andie bubbling to the top wanted to just dive inside and feel how wet she must be before taking her for all she was worth. The rest of Andie kept seeing Cissy's face, and the tiny smiles she had managed to get from her, finally cracking the darkened porcelain mask she chose. She wasn't given any more time to think or chance to say no as Divinity led her down the path she wanted.

"You can still have Cissy, and she can still be with you. There's nothing wrong with what's happening, Andie. There really isn't. And this isn't some kind of test, I just want you, now." As Divinity finished speaking, softly whispering near Andie's ear, she leaned in to kiss, then nibble her way around her earlobe and neck, teasing her with her hot breath and tongue as it trailed away.

"Isn't it though? It has to be, right?" Andie tried to protest.

"Wrong or some kind of test, or both? What are you asking and why?" Divinity continued in a whispered purr, her voice rendering Andie incapable of the closest thing to a rational thought she might have ever had. "Why ask anything at all, when what you want is in front of you now?"

Andie's mind was having trouble focusing as she felt Divinity kissing down the front of the borrowed blouse she had on until she was kneeling in front of her, struggling with the awkward closure on her slacks.

"Oh, auntie Rose, why did you always love these crazy things." Divinity muttered to herself as she finally got the slacks loosened enough to pull them down to reach Andie's slightly damp panties. She drove her face between her legs and inhaled her essence, which was nothing like the family one just yet, but still as sweet. She kissed through the cotton and nibbled some more at what was hidden underneath, causing Andie's knees to buckle slightly as she hit pay dirt. She tugged them aside, running one of her talons along the outline of Andie's lips and gently replacing it with her tongue. Since neither of them could ever have hoped to hear a door open, they were both surprised to hear a voice call out from the far end of the room. Well, at least one of them acted surprised as Andie froze hearing Cissy's voice break the relative quiet.

"Mother, do you know where Andie is, I finished earlier than I thought and I hoped we could hang out for a bit." Cissy finished just as she got close enough to take in the full scene. Andie shook in terror as her body didn't know what to do. She turned her head to look back at Cissy as Divinity poked her head around the side.

"Mother! You said she was all mine; you promised this time! My plaything to do with as I saw fit!" Cissy almost screamed as she tore out of the room, almost managing to have the doors make the slightest of sounds as they opened or closed, Andie was too distracted to have known either way. She thought once again how unsatisfying it must be when you just needed to slam a door in anger, when none of them would do your bidding.

She had assumed the afternoon was over at that point, but suddenly felt a tongue splitting her lips and driving deeper and deeper, as two manicured claws gently traced around her clit. She had no idea how Divinity could do anything at all with the length of her nails, but she was doing just fine driving Andie near the edge and back without her being able to stop it.

They were just close enough to the furniture that Andie could reach behind and brace herself against the arm of the loveseat before reaching around and pulling Divinity's face deeper into her and grinding as she tried to reach her peak. She was almost there, but then Divinity somehow mustered the strength to pull herself away, and the gently squeezed her nails, pinching off the last bit of pleasure that Andie was riding as a quick, sharp pain shot through her and she recoiled awkwardly falling into the seat and tumbling sideway until she had her legs draped over the arm of the loveseat and in shock with where she ended up.

Divinity stood and pulled hard on the legs of the slacks still around Andie's knees to rip them off her, then did the same with the blouse as buttons flew everywhere. Andie got the signal and propped herself up to gently remove her bra as she was worried about what else might happen if she didn't.

To Andie's surprise, or delight, Divinity had nothing on under the robe which she let slip off her shoulders exposing her youthful, glowing skin and her perfectly maintained mature frame with the softest of padding and handles here and there, built for speed and comfort. Andie just watched as the predator eyed its prey once more, licking its lips before deciding how to finish the kill. She tried to scoot up a bit, but her legs were pulled down harder, pinning her bottom against the arm of the loveseat just before a pair of elegantly slender legs swung over her face and a drop of dew landed on her.

The complex aroma that was Divinity's essence wasn't just a fragrance that floated around her in trailing wisps, but originated deep within her soul. The droplets that first met Andie's eager tongue tasted just as sweet and floral as that which emanated from Divinity's every pore. That hint of the sweetness of death, as Narcissa jokingly called it, was more pronounced as the taste of the flowers came to life inviting Andie to delve deeper inside the treasure upon her face. She could barely hear the heavily muffled moans her teasing brought on, but she could feel the results as the body above hers clenched and torqued with each exquisite lick. Legs tightened, arms pulled her closer, plunging Divinity deeper inside Andie's equally receptive pussy.