Chapter 2: Shared Hunger
The psychic buzz was a live wire in Lyna’s skull, a low hum of masculine hunger that wasn’t her own. She smoothed her dress, her fingers brushing the scandalous swell of her own cleavage, and a fresh jolt of heat—his heat—flared in her core, making her knees weak. It was like having a horny ghost in her head, one who got a hard-on every time she caught her own reflection in the glossy black surface of the bar. She glanced down at the deep valley between her tits, at the lacy edge of her bra peeking from the plunging neckline.
A thick, appreciative pulse echoed from Dom, a phantom twitch that made her bite her lip. God, it felt good. It felt right. Her own bubbly excitement rushed back, multiplied, amplified by this strange, shared desire. She wasn’t just Lyna anymore. She was Lyna-plus. And she was starving.
She spotted them near the edge of the dance floor: Kate, a vision of fresh surgical perfection, her new 1450cc implants creating an impossible shelf beneath a slinky silver dress, and Thalia, whose legendary ass in its skin-tight white pants was a gravitational force all its own.
As she weaved through the crowd, every sway of her hips, every bounce of her own augmented chest, was met with a silent, vocal appreciation from the man in her mind. Fuck, look at that. Jesus, the way that light hits her. She could almost hear his voice, raspy and wanting. It emboldened her.
“There you are!” Kate squealed, her newly inflated lips stretched in a wide smile. “We were about to send a search party. Where’d you vanish?”
Lyna didn’t answer with words. She slid into their booth, her body pressing flush against Kate’s side. She cupped Kate’s face, her thumb stroking the plump, injected curve of her lower lip. “Just taking care of some thirst,” Lyna murmured, her voice lower than usual, laced with a purpose that made Kate’s blue eyes widen. Then she leaned in and kissed her.
It wasn’t their usual playful peck. Lyna sealed her mouth over Kate’s, her tongue slipping past the barrier of those enhanced lips immediately. She tasted gloss and vodka cranberry. Dom’s arousal spiked, a wave of pure wanting that fogged Lyna’s own thoughts with a need to take. She moaned into the kiss, one hand sliding down to knead the hard, round curve of Kate’s new tit through the silver fabric. She could feel the implant’s distinct, unyielding shape, the silicone sphere encased in flesh, and the sensation—for her and for Dom—was electrifying.
Kate gasped, pulling back slightly, a blush high on her cheeks. “Lyna! Someone’s feeling forward.”
“You have no idea,” Lyna breathed, her gaze dropping to Kate’s chest. She saw it through two sets of eyes: her own, appreciating the artistry, and Dom’s, which saw only a deep, carnal playground. The dual vision was intoxicating. She dipped her head, nuzzling into the fragrant, perfumed valley of Kate’s cleavage. She dragged the flat of her tongue from sternum to the lace edge of Kate’s bra, a long, slow, wet stripe.
“Oh my god,” Kate whimpered, her head falling back against the booth.
Lick her harder. Get those tits out. The thought wasn’t hers. It was a command, dripping with lust. Lyna’s fingers, moving with a certainty that felt both hers and not, tugged at the silver fabric. The dress slipped down, the bra cup following, until one perfect, pale, oversized breast spilled into her hand, the nipple taut and pink. Lyna didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth and took almost the entire swell into it, sucking greedily, her tongue swirling around the stiffening peak.
Kate cried out, her fingers tangling in Lyna’s hair. Thalia watched, her mouth slightly open, a mix of shock and fascination on her face. “Damn, girl. You’re like an animal tonight.”
Lyna pulled off Kate’s tit with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting her glossed lips to the glistening nipple. She turned to Thalia, her eyes dark. “Your turn.”
She didn’t wait for permission. She grabbed Thalia’s face and kissed her just as deeply, tasting mojito and mint. Then she pushed Thalia forward in the booth, bending her over the table. The music pounded around them, a frantic beat that matched the pulse in Lyna’s skull—Dom’s pulse. She ran her hands over the magnificent, rounded hemispheres of Thalia’s ass, squeezing the implant-hardened flesh through the white pants.
Spank her. Hear it.
Lyna’s hand came down in a sharp, stinging crack that cut through the bass thump. Thalia yelped, then moaned, pushing back against the contact. “Fuck, Lyna!”
Lyna did it again, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Thalia’s pants and yanked them down, just enough to expose the smooth, tanned globes of her ass cheeks. She dropped to her knees right there on the club floor, behind the booth. She didn’t care who saw. The thought was fleeting, crushed under the weight of shared, singular hunger.
She spread Thalia’s cheeks and dove in, her tongue finding the tight, hidden hole between them. She licked broad, flat strokes over the sensitive pucker, then probed with a pointed insistency.
“Holy shit!” Thalia gasped, her hands scrambling for purchase on the table. “What’s gotten into you?”
Lyna didn’t answer. She was lost in the feedback loop. The musky, salty taste of Thalia’s skin. The way Kate was now frantically playing with her own exposed tit beside them, watching with heavy-lidded eyes. And over it all, Dom’s roaring, vicarious pleasure, a firestorm in her mind urging her on, showing her angles, making her see the scene as he saw it: a depraved, perfect fantasy.
Lyna pulled back, panting. “I need more,” she growled, the voice not entirely her own. She stood up, pushing Thalia to sit up, and then turned to Kate. “Both of you. Now.”
She pulled Kate onto her lap, the blonde straddling her, their enhanced tits pressing together in a soft, silicone-heavy crush. Lyna kissed Kate again, deeply, while her hands reached behind to pull Thalia close, her back to Lyna’s front. She was surrounded, immersed in soft, perfumed flesh and the heady scent of arousal.
Her hand snaked between Kate’s legs, finding the damp silk of her panties. She rubbed hard, the heel of her palm grinding against Kate’s clit through the fabric. Kate bucked against her, crying out into their kiss. At the same time, Lyna reached back, her fingers finding Thalia’s soaked entrance. She pushed two fingers inside Thalia in one rough thrust, feeling the tight, clenching heat envelop her.
Yes. Just like that. Fuck them.
Lyna fucked Thalia with her fingers in a relentless rhythm while she rubbed Kate to a frantic, shuddering peak against her hand. The noises they made, the smell of sex cutting through the club’s fog and sweat, the visceral feel of it all—it was magnified, mirrored, multiplied by the presence in her mind. She was a conduit for his desire, and it was the most powerful she had ever felt.
Kate came first, a sharp, broken scream against Lyna’s mouth as her body clenched and trembled. Seconds later, Thalia followed, her inner muscles milking Lyna’s fingers as she threw her head back in a silent, shuddering release.
Lyna held them as they shook, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel Dom’s satisfaction, a smug, sated warmth spreading through her. But underneath it, a new, sharper curiosity was forming in his thoughts, cutting through the afterglow. It was focused on the door of the club, where a new silhouette had just entered, backlit by the neon.
Lyna’s gaze, pulled by his attention, followed.
A girl stood there, alone. Late twenties. A striking, almost alien beauty with sharp cheekbones and icy eyes. But it wasn’t her face that held the dual focus. It was her chest. Even from across the room, the proportions were jaw-dropping, a ludicrous, beautiful exaggeration that made Kate’s impressive rack look almost modest. They were massive, spherical, sitting high and defiant under a simple black tank top.
Christ, Dom’s thought slithered through Lyna’s mind, a razor of pure, unadulterated want. What are those, 2000cc? More?
Lyna felt her own mouth water, a fresh, desperate hunger rising, fed by his. The girls in her arms were still gasping, but she was already looking past them, her eyes locked on the new arrival.
She gently disentangled herself from Kate and Thalia, their questions fading into the music. She stood, her dress disheveled, her body humming with transferred pleasure and a new, urgent purpose. She didn’t know the girl’s name. It didn’t matter.
He wanted a closer look. And so did she.