She rolled forward and grabbed the phallus, spitting on it again.
She lifted her free leg, putting her foot up on the desk, and lowered the phallus to her waiting pussy. Very slowly, she rested the head against her, and she shuddered just from the touch.
She started to push forward, and when the head slid in all the way, she moaned aloud, then caught herself making so much noise. Holy fuck. It was
big
. But it also felt really good, better than a rock dildo ought to feel, she thought. She pumped it in and out of herself very slowly, letting herself push deeper and deeper each time, gasping every time she slid it in a little further, and then moaning loudly when she finally took it to the base.
Her other hand finally freed, she started to feel up her own bared breasts, squeezing them hard, teasing the nipples as she pumped. She was getting a little more shameless with the moans, but no one was in the building, so what was the problem with it? Especially because just giving into the vocality seemed to make it so much better.
She pulled the glove off her free hand with her teeth, then threw it away, her fingers going to her clit to rub insistent circles around it. She started to pump the phallus harder and harder as she did so.
She glanced over at the mirror again, it was a lot further away again, and it was from the side, but she could still see herself as a woman with her tits out, with both hands working furiously down in her lap. She looked good, and she arched her back a little, pushing her chest out as though it was a special treat for the mirror, though really it was just for her.
Slowly, she eased it out of her, holding it up so it appeared in the mirror, glistening with her juices. She kept her eyes on her own image, then opened her mouth and tongued the head, tasting herself, tasting the saltiness of the stone under it. It looked hot, and she wondered how much of it could fit in her mouth. It was pretty large, but not ridiculously so.
She opened her lips, easing it into her mouth, tasting herself. She paused when it felt like it was stretching her mouth too much, then pulled it out, seeing how far she'd made it. She had both hands on it now, feeding it into her mouth, trying to see if she could beat the distance she'd just made, then again, and again, and soon she was fucking her own mouth with the huge stone phallus. Her mouth got wetter and wetter, her chest glistening with the spit dripping down.
She could have sworn it throbbed again.
She went the deepest she'd managed, nearly choking herself, then pulled it out of her, saliva dripping off the head and onto her chest in a big string where it slipped down between her cleavage and into her navel when she finally had it freed. Her pussy was throbbing, begging to be filled again.
She shoved it between her thighs, taking it to the hilt in one stroke, pumping it into her in long, languid strokes. Neve began to speed them up as the urgency grew, her body humming with pleasure as her pussy was filled with the stone phallus over and over, every nook and cranny of the rock texture hitting exactly the right spot for her. It felt unbelievably good. Dr. Lain had said the Sumerians would consider this just a thing, but it did make the perfect dildo.
Once again she moaned aloud, picking up the pace just a little more.
The phallus throbbed again, this time inside her.
The dam burst when it did, and Neve screamed at the top of her lungs as she climaxed, the orgasm ripping through her, but her hands not stopping as she rode the crest of it. Her chest heaved as she came, and finally she couldn't keep it going, letting the phallus sit still, pushed into the bottom as her pussy clenched around it and Neve shuddered through the aftershocks. Holy fuck, that was good. Holy fuck, she needed that.
Holy fuck, what the fuck had she done?
Despite the altitude of her high, Neve crashed back to earth extremely quickly, and she pulled the phallus from her pussy as fast as she could, springing up from the chair. She'd just been fucking herself silly with an ancient artifact that had traveled thousands of years and thousands of miles to get to this lab. That was on
loan
to her professor. And she'd been screaming in the building, no way to know if anyone was in here with her.
She threw the phallus back in its straw in the crate. She knew she should clean it, the whole point of the gloves was to not get the oils from her skin on it, and she'd been fucking titfucking herself with it, blowing it, and then actually fucking herself with it. It definitely had oils on it, plus a lot more. But she didn't have time. She had to get out of here in case anyone had heard and was coming. Had heard her coming in the fucking science center.
She forced her foot, stupid sneaker slowing her down, back through her pant leg, pulling her jeans up. She ran over to where she'd been working, notebook and laptop and charger and phone all getting crammed into her backpack.
She practically ran all the way back to her dorm, completely embarrassed at what she'd done. What the heck had come over her?
Her roommate was gone, probably out fucking her boyfriend. Neve needed a boyfriend to fuck her brains out, she thought. No, she just needed someone to fuck her brains out. She'd been working too hard and this was the price she paid for it, doing something completely inappropriate and out of character.
She stripped off her jeans and climbed into bed. She also hadn't been getting enough sleep, she thought. That's what this all was: too much work, not enough sleep, not enough fun, not enough sex, and it had all come bursting out like she was Jack Nicholson in
The Shining
only instead of trying to murder her family, she'd made a fool of herself with a Sumerian phallus.
She'd go to bed early tonight, get a full night's sleep, then figure it out in the morning.
***
Neve was naked and she could feel the clawed hands on her body, one stroking along her waist, tickling her thighs, squeezing her ass, one reaching around her front, a large pinky stroking gently across her navel before the hand reached up to heft one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between the tips of its fingers. Lips kissed her neck, and she sighed as a long, forked tongue licked up her neck and tickled her jaw. She reached a hand up, and found a horn, which she held onto as her mysterious lover continued to explore her body with his hands and mouth. Dimly she was aware she ought to have been horrified, but everything about it felt natural, soothing, right. He stepped closer to her now, and she could feel two long hard cocks pressing into the small of her back. She reached behind her with her other hand, stroking one of them. Her lover gave a soft growl of appreciation, the hand that had been squeezing her ass slipping between her legs to cup her pussy, feeling how she was dripping for him. Both his hands fell to her thighs, and he lifted her into the air like she weighed nothing at all, spreading her legs apart. He held her there, leaning forward over her shoulder, the forked tongue snaking its way into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue for a moment. Then he lowered her onto one of his thick cocks, the other pressing up against Neve's clit as she sank down the shaft.
There wasn't anything slow or careful about this, this was needy, hard, rough fucking, Neve reaching both hands up to grab onto his horns and keep herself steady as he plunged up into her, moaning the whole time. He let one of her legs go, running his large hand across her breasts, using his thumb and little finger to play with both her nipples at once.
"You will be mine," he growled. "You will be mine."
She felt him pulse inside her, and she moaned in appreciation as she realized he was coming, filling her up with one cock, while the other pulsed against her, cum dripping down her stomach and the shaft. Then her own orgasm caught her like a truck, and she screamed as hard as she could again, just as she had in the lab.
***
Neve startled awake. It took her a moment to realize where she was, in her dorm room bed. It'd been a dream. Just a dream. She was getting fucking nuts about this sex stuff, she realized. First abusing an artifact, now dreaming about demon guys with two dicks. She had to take a mental health day or something, because this was getting ridiculous.
She stretched and rolled over in bed.
Sitting on top of her phone was a little man. His skin was a dark maroon, and between his legs was a pair of, proportionally, thick cocks, one stacked on top of the other. On top of his head were a pair of long, wide horns, like an ox's. All in all, he was no bigger than the little bottle of ibuprofen kept on her bedside table. He seemed kind of bored, and then he turned and saw Neve looking at him.
"Oh, good," he said, perking up considerably and popping to his feet. "You're up!"
And then Neve screamed again.