**Chapter 2: Double Echoes**
Aria Lune stumbled back to her dormitory room on legs that refused to hold her weight properly. The door clicked shut behind her, and she collapsed against it, sliding down until her bare ass met cold stone floor. Her skirt was still hiked around her waist, panties long since discarded somewhere in the courtyard shadows. Between her thighs, her cunt throbbed—swollen, dripping, raw from the three orgasms she'd had just watching. No. Not three. Six. Because everything was doubled.
She pressed her palm hard against her mound, trying to still the aftershocks. It didn't help. Every pulse echoed twice: once in her clit, once deeper, like a second phantom cunt clenched around nothing. When Lila had been throat-fucked until she gagged and tears streamed, Aria had felt the stretch in her own throat—twice as deep, twice as brutal—until she'd choked on air, drool spilling from her lips as if she'd been the one taking two cocks at once.
When the servants had forced their way into Lila's nipples, piercing and then fucking the raw tunnels, Aria's own breasts had burned. She looked down now. Her nipples were painfully erect, dark red, swollen to twice their normal size. No actual piercing—no blood—but the sensation lingered, sharp and insistent, as though invisible cocks were still sliding through them, stretching phantom holes wider with every heartbeat. She pinched one experimentally. Pain lanced through her, bright and beautiful, and she moaned—loud, broken, twice as loud as it should have been. Her other hand flew to her mouth, but the sound kept coming, doubled, echoing in her skull.
The love was worse.
Lila's first wish had been a quiet, trembling thing: complete obsession for herself, and for Aria to fall even harder. Aria had woken that morning already ruined by it. Her heart had stuttered at the mere thought of Lila's name. By noon, she'd been pacing her room, cunt aching, whispering "Lila, Lila, Lila" like a mantra while fingering herself to the edge and over, again and again. She'd come so hard she'd blacked out for a second, waking with Lila's name on her tongue and slick pooled beneath her.
Then she'd felt the second wish hit like a shockwave.
She hadn't known what was happening at first—just a sudden, violent tug low in her belly, a command to go to the courtyard. She'd hidden behind the pillar, heart pounding, and then she'd seen it.
Lila—her Lila—naked except for the collar, leashed, barking like a bitch while five monstrous cocks claimed her in ways that should have been impossible. Aria's body had responded instantly, violently. When the first cock slammed into Lila's throat, Aria's throat had convulsed as though she were the one choking on it. She'd dropped to her knees behind the pillar, fingers buried in her cunt, matching every brutal thrust. When Lila's pussy and ass were stretched around two thick shafts, Aria had felt the double penetration in her own holes—phantom cocks twice as girthy, twice as relentless. She'd come screaming silently, biting her fist until it bled.
The nipple-fucking had broken her.
She'd watched the servants force their way into those fresh-pierced holes, blood trickling, and her own nipples had throbbed in perfect sync—twice the pain, twice the fullness. She'd clawed at her breasts, trying to recreate it, pinching and twisting until she sobbed with need. When the crowd joined in—students spitting, slapping, cumming on Lila—Aria had felt every drop like it landed on her skin. Hot ropes of cum painting her face, her back, her collar. She'd come again, untouched this time, just from the doubled humiliation washing over her.
Now, alone in her room, the echoes refused to fade.
Aria crawled to her bed on hands and knees, whimpering. She buried her face in the sheets and inhaled. No scent of Lila yet—but she could imagine it. Cum, sweat, tears, collar leather. She wanted to roll in it. She wanted to lick it off Lila's skin. She wanted to be covered in it herself.
Her hand slid between her legs again. She was so wet it was obscene—slick coated her thighs to her knees. She pushed three fingers inside herself, then four, stretching hard. Not enough. She needed more. She needed the double.
She imagined it: the same five servants bursting into her room right now. Grabbing her silver-black hair, forcing her down. One in her throat—deeper than Lila's, twice as choking. One in her cunt—splitting her wider. One in her ass—tearing her open. And then—god—her nipples. She pinched them viciously, twisting, and cried out as phantom cocks forced their way in again. She fucked herself harder, thumb grinding her clit, imagining the crowd surrounding her instead. Students from every route—princes, knights, mages—calling her the same names they'd called Lila.
"Worthless heroine slut."
"Cum-dump angel."
"Bark for us, bitch."
She barked—soft, desperate yips into her pillow. Her voice cracked. She came again—twice as hard, twice as long—squirting across the sheets, body convulsing so violently her vision whited out.
When she could breathe again, she rolled onto her back, chest heaving. Her nipples still throbbed. Her holes still ached with emptiness. The love burned hotter than ever—obsessive, possessive, feral.
She needed Lila.
Not just to see her. Not just to touch her.
She needed to claim her. Twice as hard.
Aria staggered to her feet, legs shaking. She didn't bother cleaning herself—cum and slick still dried on her thighs, her face flushed, hair tangled. She pulled her skirt down just enough to be decent and slipped out into the corridor.
The academy was quiet now, classes over, students whispering about the courtyard spectacle. Aria ignored them. She followed the pull in her chest—the doubled love acting like a tether.
She found Lila in the infirmary wing, alone in a private room. The servants had carried her there after the orgy, cleaned her just enough to stop the bleeding, left her collared and leashed to the bedpost. She lay on her side, silver hair matted with dried cum, body covered in bruises and bite marks. Her eyes were half-lidded, dazed, but when Aria entered, they sharpened instantly.
"Lila," Aria breathed. The name tasted like worship and ruin.
Lila tried to sit up. The leash jerked her back. She whimpered—soft, needy.
Aria crossed the room in three strides. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Lila's hips, hands framing her face. She kissed her—hard, desperate, devouring. Lila moaned into her mouth, tongue meeting hers eagerly, tasting of salt and cum and submission.
Aria broke the kiss only to whisper against her lips, "I felt everything. Twice."
Lila's eyes widened. "You…?"
"Every thrust. Every slap. Every cock. Every word they called you." Aria's voice cracked. "I came so many times I lost count. I barked for you in my room. I fucked myself imagining it was me in the courtyard instead."
Lila shivered beneath her. "I wanted you to see. I wanted you to feel it."
"I did." Aria ground down against Lila's mound, both of them slick and swollen. "And now I need more. I need to give it back to you. Twice as much."
She yanked the leash, pulling Lila up to her knees. Lila gasped, collared throat bared.
Aria leaned in, teeth grazing the leather. "Bark for me."
Lila obeyed instantly. "Arf! Arf!"
Aria's cunt clenched. She shoved Lila back down, spread her thighs wide. Lila's pussy was still gaping slightly from the earlier abuse—red, puffy, leaking. Aria dove in, tongue lapping greedily, tasting the remnants of strangers' cum mixed with Lila's own release. She sucked hard on her clit, then thrust her tongue deep, fucking her with it while her fingers found Lila's nipples.
They were pierced now—small silver rings from the infirmary treatment. Aria tugged them viciously. Lila screamed, back arching.
"Twice," Aria growled against her cunt. "I want you to feel twice what I felt."
She pushed two fingers into Lila's pussy, then three, then four—stretching her mercilessly. Lila thrashed, barking between sobs. Aria added her thumb to Lila's clit, rubbing hard circles.
When Lila came—shaking, squirting—Aria didn't stop. She kept going, forcing another orgasm, then another. Lila's voice broke into hoarse yips.
Then Aria climbed up, straddling Lila's face. "Lick me. Taste what you did to me."
Lila's tongue plunged in eagerly, lapping at Aria's soaked folds, sucking her clit. Aria rode her face brutally, grinding down until she smothered her, cutting off her air. When Lila started to struggle—beautifully, desperately—Aria came again, flooding her mouth, her nose.
She dismounted only to flip Lila over, ass up, face pressed to the mattress. She spread Lila's cheeks, spat on her hole, and pushed three fingers inside without warning. Lila howled.
"Twice," Aria hissed. "You wished for this. Now take it."
She finger-fucked Lila's ass hard, adding a fourth finger, stretching her wide. With her other hand she reached beneath, pinching and twisting those pierced nipples until Lila sobbed with pleasure-pain.
When Lila came again—ass clenching around Aria's fingers—Aria finally slowed.
She gathered Lila into her arms, both of them trembling, covered in each other's release. The collar's leash dangled between them.
Aria kissed Lila's forehead, then her swollen lips.
"I love you," she whispered. "Twice as much as you love me. And I'll make sure you feel it. Every day. Every night. Every wish you make."
Lila smiled through tears, broken and perfect.
"I know."
And somewhere in the back of her mind, the Wish System chimed softly.
**[Double effect active. Next wish pending.]**