BXBX NOVEL Chapter 95: Slimy situation
Her usual attire of fine silk gowns and delicate lace had been replaced by a more modest ensemble. A simple blouse, tailored trousers, and sturdy boots was what she wore to look the part and it did work as it gave her a surprisingly common appearance.
Yet, no matter how she tried to blend in, there was one accessory that she felt was necessary no matter the outfit she wore to completely mask herself amongst people – her signature scarf. The sheer, gossamer fabric was a deep shade of red, embroidered with specific golden patterns which was handmade by her late mother.
Cassandra wrapped it around the lower half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible.
For someone of her status, the idea of blending in with the common folk was a privilege she could rarely afford. But today, the craving for normalcy had become overwhelming. She needed to escape the gilded cage of her family\'s mansion, if only for a short while.
\'Might as well go all out today. I hear the industrial avenue areas are the areas most populated. I must see for myself\' Cassandra mused to herself. \'To walk among the people, feel like a normal person as they do,\' she thought.
Just then, a soft knock at the door drew Cassandra\'s attention away from the mirror.
"Miss Beaumont? Your cart is ready," came the gentle voice of her longtime nanny, Marta.
Cassandra took a deep breath, mentally steeling herself for the journey ahead. "Thank you, Marta. I\'ll be right out."
Picking up her handbag, Cassandra made her way through the labyrinth of hallways, passing by the ever-vigilant guards who bowed their heads respectfully as she walked by. It was a familiar sight, one that reminded her of the invisible walls that separated her from the world she longed to explore.
These very hallways she had known since she was a child protected from the outside world by her mama and papa as she called them.
At last, she reached the magically powered cart that awaited her.
The cart that awaited Cassandra was unlike any of the more common vehicles plying the streets of Drakoria. While those were utilitarian in design, this one bore the unmistakable mark of wealth and status.
The body of the cart was sleekly curved, almost streamlined in appearance. The exterior shimmered with a pearlescent finish, shifting hues of ivory and silver as it caught the light. Delicate filigree of gleaming gold adorned the edges, lending an air of elegance and refinement, one befitting the wealth and influence of the Beaumont family.
Standing by the cart was Cassandra\'s driver, a middle-aged man with kind eyes. He greeted her warmly and held the door open.
Cassandra paused, one foot on the threshold of the cart. Suddenly, that familiar feeling – the one she\'d been trying to ignore – washed over her. She quickly set down her bag and turned to her driver.
"I\'ll be right back," she said, already retracing her steps back towards the mansion.
Her driver, used to her occasional whims, merely nodded and closed the door, waiting patiently.
Cassandra hurried through the familiar passages, her heart pounding in her chest. As she reached the sanctuary of her bedroom, she quickly locked the door behind her and leaned against it, taking deep, steadying breaths.
This was not the first time she had experienced this peculiar sensation. It was as if her body and mind were at war, yearning for the freedom. But this freedom always happened at embarrassing times. And for a couple of months that, it had become even worse. She was always aroused by the slightest thing. Today it was the cold feeling of the metal she held on the cart when trying to get into it.
She felt her nipples harden under her blouse and immediately knew her day would be ruined If she didn\'t fix it.
\'This whole thing started when I went back to training. My sexual drive have been off the roof since then,\' she thought trying to still her mind.
\'I can\'t go out feeling this intense pressure building up inside my thighs. It would ruin the whole purpose of me stepping out. But then again, if I remain in here to satisfy myself, it would take a while before I reach there. Although, there is a faster way,\' she thought gritting her teeth as she was already beginning to sweat profusely.
\'Fuck this...\' she thought as she took off her boots, flinging it to the side while heading into her bathroom.
"It\'s been months since I tried this. Nearly sixty days and I\'m receding again!" She said more to herself holding out her palms and looking at them almost in disgust.
"Just this once and no more..." She promised herself even though she knew very well at the back of her mind that it was a promise she\'d keep failing. However now, it was time.
Cassandra decided to use her powers to pleasure herself. With her hand held out, it began to whiten, becoming almost transparent. She was activating her cells, trying to awaken her cells to become active. When she felt her hands were warm enough, she folded it together and felt it was sticky. That was the sign that she was primed and ready to go.
She began by creating a ball of slime in her hand, feeling the cool, slick texture glide over her skin. She closed her eyes and focused, using her mind to control the slime and shape it to her desires.
"Hello, old friend," she muttered to herself as she rolled and shaped it around in the air. Then she drew it closer to herself, allowing the slime to crawl across her hands.
As she manipulated the slime, Cassandra let out a soft moan, savoring the sensation of the gooey substance against her skin, "Mmmmphh ~"
She let her mind wander, imagining the slime as an extension of her own body, a phantom limb that she could use to explore her deepest desires.
Her mind raced with possibilities. She could use the slime to pleasure herself, to bring herself to new heights of ecstasy. She could shape the slime into any form she desired, a dick, a tongue, a pair of hands. The possibilities were endless.
She reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulled it up over her head, exposing her braless chest, and tossed the top down.
With a devious grin, Cassandra decided to take things to the next level. She created a long, thick strand of slime and wrapped it around her fingers, using it to pleasure herself in slow, teasing circles. She let out a soft moan, feeling the slime\'s cool, slick texture against her most sensitive areas.
As she continued to pleasure herself, Cassandra\'s mind raced with dirty thoughts. She imagined herself with a partner, a handsome man or woman who could match her passion and intensity. She imagined their bodies entwined, their breath mingling as they explored each other\'s desires.
Pinching her nipples, she pressed her body against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. The residual slime on her hands spread across the surface, creating a makeshift barrier. She slid one hand down to her throbbing clit and used the other to gather more slime to gather more that she made.
Cassandra moaned as she coated her fingers in the slippery substance and brought them back to her pussy. The cool sensation of the slime mixed with her own wetness sent shivers through her body. She closed her eyes and imagined it was someone else\'s touch, someone who knew exactly how to make her come undone.
As she continued to rub her clit, Cassandra let her mind wander. She pictured a strong pair of hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against a hard cock. The thought alone made her pussy clench and drip with anticipation.
She teased the entrance of her pussy with two fingers, spreading the slickness around before slowly pushing them inside. Her walls clenched around them, craving more. With each thrust, she could almost feel the weight of a body behind hers, pressing up against every inch of skin that wasn\'t covered by slime.
Cassandra added another finger and picked up speed, fucking herself hard against the wall. She was so lost in the fantasy that she didn\'t notice as tendrils of slime snaked their way around each nipple, squeezing gently before tugging upwards.
A gasp escaped Cassandra\'s lips as she felt an invisible mouth latch onto one sensitive bud while a hand kneaded the other breast. The combination of sensations had electricity coursing through every nerve ending in her body.
Her free hand reached up to grip at nothing but air as another formed hand pushed two fingers deep inside of her dripping cunt. As they moved together in perfect rhythm - fucking, sucking, pinching - Cassandra felt like she was being devoured by pure pleasure.
The walls around her tightened as an orgasm began to build, the heat pooling low in her belly. The pressure of the phantom fingers against her g-spot was enough to send her over the edge. Her body shook as the waves of release crashed through her.
Cassandra slumped against the wall, panting heavily as she came down from her high. She opened her eyes and watched as the slime on her nipples receded back to her hands.
"Fuck," she muttered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I can\'t use my powers like that again," she said. A promise she didn\'t promise to keep.