LYRA: Stick out your tongue.

(A direct order. Her voice leaves no room for hesitation.)

LYRA: Now. Wide as it will go.

[SFX: The sound is hard to define, but the impression is of someone leaning into an immense space—the subtle, close-up rush of air. Her own breathing becomes shaky, anticipatory.]

LYRA: Oh gods… from down here it looks huge.

And so… wet… 

[SFX: A tiny, liquid, sliding sound]

LYRA: Nnng—! Oh— 

(A guttural moan, ripped from her. Her control is fracturing.) 

LYRA: Gods above… I just… ah… 

I rested my weight against it and the magic… it buckled me. 

That’s… ohhh… that’s not normal. It feels… amplified. 

Ah… ah… each drag… sends a jolt all the way up my spine… to the tips of my wings.

Your saliva is so hot… it's… I'm coating myself in you…

(Another slide, a bit bolder this time. The sound is clearer, wetter.) 

LYRA: Yes. Yes. There. Right against my clit. Fuck, you didn't even have to try. It’s… huge. So… broad.

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