The Sanctum of Alpha Chi
The attic door SLAMS like a guillotine blade,
the BOOM punching the air from Emily’s lungs,
rattling the string lights into a frenzied clatter of glass on wire.
Sarah’s palms CRACK against the wall,
plaster shattering with a gritty crunch,
the shockwave thudding through Emily’s ribs like a war drum in her sternum.
Sarah’s knee JAMS between Emily’s thighs,
denim SCOURING lace with a raw, tearing shriek that flays the silence.
Emily’s gasp rips out,
a wet, choking hack that catches on a sobbing hiccup.
Sarah’s voice grinds out,
a guttural snarl that scrapes Emily’s eardrum raw:
“Tell me how fucking soaked you are.”
Emily’s moan shatters,
a high-pitched, shredded wail that bounces off the rafters,
colliding with the distant THUD-THUD-THUD of bass below,
a primal war chant pounding in their blood.
Sarah’s teeth CLAMP Emily’s earlobe,
CRUNCH,
then yank free with a wet, squelching pop.
Emily’s whimper spirals,
a thin, desperate keen that snags on Sarah’s hissing inhale.
The zipper SCREAMS,
metal teeth ripping like flesh under claws.
Emily’s bra SNAPS free,
elastic WHIPPING her back with a sharp, stinging crack,
lace SLAPPING the floor with a sodden, heavy thwack.
Sarah’s mouth latches to Emily’s nipple,
tongue slurping with a loud, filthy schlurp,
teeth gnashing with a grating scrape.
Emily’s cry detonates,
a guttural roar that shudders the rafters,
echoing down the stairwell like a battle howl.
Sarah drops.
Knees CRASH on warped wood,
a deep, bone-jarring thud.
Her breath BLASTS over drenched lace,
a hot, audible whoosh that makes Emily’s whine pitch into a shrill, keening shriek.
“BEG,” Sarah bellows,
voice hoarse,
lips smacking Emily’s cunt with a soft, wet smack.
Emily’s plea erupts:
“Please—fuck—Sarah—need your MOUTH—”
a raw, shredded scream that ricochets off the walls,
drowning in the wet rip of Sarah tearing lace aside.
Sarah’s tongue SLAMS flat,
dragging up Emily’s slit with a loud, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick.
Emily’s scream detonates,
a primal bellow that rattles the windows,
shattering into sobbing gasps as Sarah’s fingers PLUNGE,
three knuckles stretching with a wet, squelching squish.
The slap-slap-slap of Sarah’s hand pounding Emily’s cunt fills the attic,
a frantic, meat-on-meat smack that drowns the bass below.
Emily’s walls CLENCH,
pulse,
GUSH with a loud, splattering splat-splat-splat that puddles on the floorboards.
Sarah sucks Emily’s clit,
a loud, filthy sluuuurp that echoes like a gunshot.
Emily’s orgasm EXPLODES,
a shrieking howl that cracks the air,
tears through her throat,
shudders into broken, hiccuping laughter as Sarah pumps through the flood,
slurping,
gulping,
moaning into Emily’s cunt with a deep, throaty growl.
Sarah rises.
Her lips smack apart,
chin dripping with a soft, plopping drip-drip.
She crushes her mouth to Emily’s,
tongue shoving with a wet, squishing schlurp,
teeth clacking in a sharp, clattering crack.
Their ragged breaths sync,
a panting, wheezing chorus that fills the attic,
the promise of more a low, rumbling growl against Emily’s lips.