Chapter 10

The night sky was overcast and dark, the air brisk with that funny smell that always proceeded snow. The moon and stars were blocked from view and Ginny stumbled on the uneven ground, unable to see where she was stepping. Chilly air bit at her face as she walked across the lawns, the lights of Hagrid's cabin growing steadily larger. She pulled out her scarf and gloves and put them on, shivering slightly.

Every ten feet or so, she slowed to a stop, wondering if she should go back. She wanted to apologize to Luna and find out if she was okay, but at the same time, she paradoxically didn't want to see or talk to her. Every time she deliberated, she managed to convince herself that she needed to move forward.

She had a job to do.

Her shadow stretched over the enormous pumpkins as she passed Hagrid's hut. She felt a strong urge to knock on the door and go in. It looked so warm and bright inside. Even from out here she could hear a fire crackling merrily in the grate. But she kept going, creeping past the lights quietly, praying Fang wouldn't hear her.

She reached the trees and took the path she remembered from her detention. The silence and the darkness swallowed her and she pulled her wand out for light. Every sound, every twig snapped, every buzz of an insect seemed magnified and sinister.

This was the first time she had ever gone into the forest completely alone, Fang notwithstanding. She could feel the concentrated gaze of whatever creatures lurked just outside her wandlight, watching her, stalking her, waiting for her to lower her guard. Once or twice she twisted around, her heart jumping into her throat, sure that something was standing right behind her, breathing down her neck. But she was met with nothing but the same expanse of dark trees and thorny bushes.

The path sloped downward after a while and the sound of running water slowly began to grow. She was close now. Close to the spot where she had heard the nymph for the first time. The creek grew louder, almost roaring in the silence. The path intersected with it, continuing on the other side.

Ginny turned and stepped off the dirt path, walking upstream through briars and thickets. Her jacket snagged on the branches, but she pressed forward. After a minute or two, she came to the clearing. It was deserted, dark even with the canopy opened to the sky high above her. Ginny sidestepped a tree, blushing faintly and trying not to think about what she had done behind it, and approached the bend.

She crouched by the water's edge and looked around, pointing her wand in every direction to make sure she was alone. She was, at least as far as she could tell. She redirected her focus back to the water.

"Uh... Hello?" Ginny whispered, her voice cutting gently into the night.

She pulled off a glove and reached down, putting her hand in the water. It was frigid, colder than she had expected, sucking the warmth from her hand instantly. She withdrew it quickly and wiped it on her scarf.

The water didn't respond.

"Hello? Are you there? Maera? That was your name, right? Maera?"

The water was again unresponsive.

What did she have to do? Maybe there was a spell that might summon her? Or some other kind of magic? Ginny wracked her brains.

The nymph had been able to find Ginny in the bathroom, but how? Had she been floating around the entire school plumbing, looking for her? That sounded unlikely. She had to have some way of finding Ginny, of sensing where she—

And then the answer came to her. It was so obvious that Ginny couldn't believe it had taken her this long to realize it. And the more she thought about it, the more it became clear that she was right.

There was only was to find out.

She stood and looked around the clearing once more, making sure she wasn't being watched. Then she gingerly put her hand between her legs. She began to rub and squeeze the crotch of her jeans, grinding gently into the hand for added friction. She thought of Hermione, the feel of her warm, soft breasts and the sight of her naked body and before long she felt the wetness between her legs.

She slid her hand underneath her pants and gasped aloud as the cold fingers touched her skin, sliding them down her slightly wet flesh before retracting them quickly. After rubbing the spot with her other hand to warm herself, Ginny knelt down by the water again.

She could still go back. She could find Luna if she wasn't already in bed and apologize to her. Her own bed seemed to call out to her from Gryffindor tower, warm and soft and comfy.

But she needed to know. She needed to make sure the nymph could be trusted with her secret. Her fingers glistened slightly in her wand light as she held them over the water. She hesitated, one last time.

And then she shelved her indecision and plunged her hand into the freezing water. She rubbed her fingers together quickly, washing off whatever pleasure she had left on them and pulled back out. She dried her hand again and pulled her glove on, watching the creek with bated breath.

She held her wand out at the ready. Nothing happened.

Somewhere high above her, an owl hooted in its perch. The water played and the insects buzzed. And Ginny waited.

Then the water in front of her exploded as the nymph shot up and shouted, "BOO!"

Ginny jumped and swore loudly. A jet of light shot out of her wand, narrowly missing the nymph and taking a splintery chunk out of the tree behind her with a loud snap.

The nymph was laughing, a sweet and beautiful sound that only wound Ginny's anger to a higher pitch. She could feel her heart thundering in her chest as the rush of adrenaline subsided.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" she bellowed.

"I'm sorry!" cried the nymph, still laughing heartily. "I couldn't resist!"

Ginny swore again and got to her feet, brushing herself off. She scowled at the nymph and waited for her to calm down. Eventually she subsided into giggles, holding her hand over her smile and looking at Ginny with those deep purple eyes. She was naked as usual. The water rolling down her tanned skin shimmered in Ginny's wand light. Ginny redirected it to the ground, averting her eyes.

"Well well well," said the nymph finally. "What a pleasant surprise. I'm glad to see you again so soon. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Ginny noted the added emphasis she placed on the last word and tried her best not to blush. Of course she had been right.

"I came to see you," she said, her voice calm and confident.

"Ah," said the nymph, her voice silky. "Well, in that case, we should probably go someplace cozier. I already know it's not your first time, so I won't go easy on you."

She was grinning and wiggling her eyebrows playfully at Ginny.

"Not to sleep with you! God, I just came to talk about... about what you saw."

Her frustration at the nymph didn't keep her from blushing though.

Focus, she thought. Get your point across and don't let her toy with you.

But that was easier thought than done. The nymph's breasts were sparkling in the dull light, covered in water droplets like dew. They seemed to call to her just like her bed: warm and soft and comfy. It was all Ginny could do to stop herself from glancing at them.

"Can you please put some clothes on?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the blasted tree behind the nymph.

"As you wish, love," said the nymph cheerily.

She walked back to the water. Ginny watched her out of the corner of her eye. Her hips swayed as she walked and when she bent down slowly, facing away from her, Ginny looked up at the owl in the trees, her lips pursed.

The nymph stood up and wrapped herself in the white silk cloak she had produced from the water. It didn't help much. Even if the fabric hadn't been practically see-through, Ginny still would've been able to see her nipples poking against the inside of the cloak. Her cleavage was so open, Ginny thought she would have been better off covering herself with her fingers.

"So," said the nymph. "Let's have a little girl on girl talk—"

"Girl talk," corrected Ginny.

"—about what I saw. I saw two beautiful young women making sweet love to each other on a rosy bed of bubbles. What about it?"

"I need you to keep it a secret," said Ginny, cutting right to the chase. "If it got out that I'm in a relationship with a girl... well, my parents wouldn't be exactly pleased. They're the super religious kind that don't care much for... for people like me. Best case scenario is I get disowned. You have to promise me you won't tell anyone. And that you won't show yourself to Hermione."

She spoke with a sense of authority born out of a need to control the situation. The lie came easy. In truth, she didn't know how her parents would react to her change in sexuality. How they and everyone else she cared about reacted to everything else was more pressing to her, but the nymph didn't need to know that.

"Mmh," said the nymph thoughtfully. "You're hardly the first person to ask me to keep quiet about what I know. Generations of men and women have pleaded with me not to tell their spouses or their family. I'll tell you what I told them: I am very good at keeping a secret."

Ginny knew better than to relax at that.

"For what price?" she asked, crossing her arms.

The nymph looked taken aback, then impressed.

"I always loved interrupting their thanks to say 'for a price' and watching their faces fall. You stole my line."

She crossed her arms too, smiling at Ginny as though she was reconsidering her judgment of her. Ginny felt a small shred of triumph, but she kept her face impassive.

"So? What do you want for your silence?" she asked.

The nymph considered her for a moment, a smirk playing across her lips.

"I want you."

A lead ball fell into Ginny's stomach. She felt a mixture of emotions: anger, exasperation, dread, and even arousal. But surprise was not one of them. A part of her had known the moment she had realized the nymph would want payment.

She took a deep, calming breath.

"And what does that entail?" she asked, trying to sound like she wasn't screaming inside.

"Well," said the nymph slowly. "I get to have you once a week, to do with as I please. At least until the end of the school year. And don't worry, I wouldn't hurt you... unless you're into that."

"No. I'm not," said Ginny stiffly.

"Well, in that case, I would shower you in kisses, lick every inch of your smooth, supple skin, massage and finger you in all the right places, and keep you hanging on the edge of your climax for however long I want until you're begging me to fuck you silly."

Ginny couldn't help but blush. But anger also flared in her, blocking out her arousal. She gripped her wand tightly as the nymph went on.

"And I want you to do the same to me. One night a week, until the end of the school year. And if you neglect to come see me, I'll come to see you, and I'll tell whoever I want about what I saw and the time we spend together. How you moan my name and beg for my touch every week."

"I don't beg," Ginny said through gritted teeth. "What do you think I am, some kind of slut that sells her body just to keep a secret?"

The nymph was looking at her with something almost like appraisal.

"You're as fiery as your hair, you know," she said. "I like that. But I don't like the word 'slut'. It has such a negative connotation. No, I think you're a girl who's scared everyone might learn the truth about her. So scared, in fact, that she climbed out of bed in the middle of the night and walked through a monster infested forest to insist I keep quiet about it."

Ginny couldn't think of a response to that.

"Now," the nymph continued. "If you were willing to do that to keep the truth hidden, what's a few hours out of your week spent actually enjoying yourself instead?"

"I... wouldn't enjoy—"

"Oh I beg to differ," said the nymph, a purr in her voice.

Ginny could feel the heat in her face. Whether it was from anger or arousal, she couldn't tell. She couldn't think of anything assertive to say, so she looked down at the leaves between them and thought. For a long time, neither of them spoke. Ginny could feel the eyes of the nymph on her, waiting for her answer, smirking that stupid smirk of her's.

She knew better than to think the nymph would change her mind. There was no point bargaining with her. Besides, it wasn't like she had any chips to bargain with in the first place. She had no means of blackmailing the nymph back. She thought briefly about raising her wand and threatening the nymph, but it would only make matters worse. Knocking the stuffing out of her wouldn't make people forget what she might tell them.

She had Ginny cornered. Unless she was prepared to let the world know what she had done...

Was she?

Ginny searched herself. Maybe she was. She wasn't afraid. She wasn't scared. She was a Weasley and a Gryffindor, not some child that's too frightened to admit a lie. She didn't cave in to blackmail. And she was not a slut.

She opened her mouth to say so, but then Harry's face flashed before her eyes. What would he do when the truth reached him? How would he react? Would it depress him, make him never speak to her again? Or would he get angry with her? Or violent? Ginny liked to think that she knew him well enough to know, but then again, so did he. He thought she was faithful, waiting patiently for the time of their reuinion. He thought she loved only him.

He was wrong.

Luna was right.

No one must know. No matter what.

No matter what.

She exhaled in a long sigh.

"Fine. When do we start?" she said in a tight voice.

"Oh, don't sound so melodramatic," said the nymph happily. "It'll be fun! I'll even teach you a few things you can use on your girlfriend. We can start tonight. And I swear I'll keep my mouth shut, as long as you keep up your end. Do we have a deal?"

She raised her hand out to Ginny. Ginny looked at it for a long moment, then felt her arm reach up and shake it.

The nymph smiled at her again, but not unkindly. There was no complacency or malice in her eyes, but a kind of encouragement that somehow made Ginny feel marginally calmer.

She stepped forward, taking Ginny's hand in her's and sliding it under her cloak to cup her breast. Ginny was surprised at the warmth of her skin, wet as it was. It felt like she had been lounging in a hot bath for hours. The nymph closed the distance between their bodies so that they were only an inch apart. She was taller than Ginny had previously thought, standing just an inch or two above herself and looking down at her with those deep purple eyes. Eyes that glowed with lust and excitement.

Ginny was breathing fast and she could feel the nymph's heartbeat behind her breast. The nymph reached up and held her chin, tilting her face up. Their noses brushed against one another and Ginny's heart fluttered.

"Don't be afraid," said the nymph quietly.

But Ginny was afraid. She wanted to be back in her bed. She wanted more than anything to be with Hermione. She wished with all her heart that the arms that held her were Hermione's. The hands that cupped her face. The eyes that stared into her.

The lips that pressed against her's.

Ginny didn't move. She didn't kiss back. All she knew was the feel of the nymph's lips. Strange, unknown lips. Part of her was screaming, begging her to pull away, to run, to escape. This was all wrong. Everything about this was wrong, but...

But it felt... nice. Ginny found herself floating, focusing on the push and pull of the nymph's lips. The way her tongue slid out and tickled her slightly, not forcing, but asking for permission. And Ginny found herself giving that permission, opening her mouth slowly. The tongue slipped forward and ran across her teeth, finding her own tongue. They touched gently as if to say "hello!"

Ginny became aware of the nymph's nipple under her hand. It was hardening, poking against her palm. Ginny tried to pull away from it, but the nymph leaned forward slightly, pressing it back into Ginny's hand.

If she had to do this, she would get it over and done with as fast as possible. The best way to do that would be to do whatever the nymph wanted. But she would take no pleasure in it. She was determined of that.

So Ginny began to squeeze the breast in her hand. The nymph smiled into Ginny's mouth and hummed lightly. She unwound the scarf from Ginny's neck and tossed it on the ground. She broke away from the kiss to lick and suck at a spot on Ginny's neck. Ginny gasped in spite of herself and unconsciously titled her head to the side, exposing more to the nymph's wandering mouth.

"Don't leave a mark," she said threateningly, the smallest of quavers in her voice.

A slight chill on her chest made her suddenly aware that her jacket had been unbuttoned and opened. The nymph placed gentle hands on her abdomen and slid them around her shirt slowly. She moved over Ginny's breasts lightly, trying to tease her, but Ginny refused to react. So instead, the nymph wrapped her arms around Ginny's waist, sliding down to squeeze her ass.

Ginny tensed, unintentionally shifting forward. She wanted to slap the nymph, but restrained herself with difficulty, keeping her hand cupped to her breast. She clenched her jaw and let the nymph continue, hating herself for not doing anything.

The nymph hooked her fingers under the lip Ginny's jeans and began to slide very slowly around to her front. It was getting harder to breath. Ginny's fingers tensed around the nymph's breast and she felt her quickening heartbeat. After a while, the nymph's fingers slid to the skin right under the button of her jeans, pressing down on the lip of her panties. A second later and the button came undone. She very slowly pulled her zipper down.

Ginny swallowed and pressed her knees together. Every muscle in her body was tensed. What was she doing here? She should be back in bed, dreaming sweet dreams about Hermione, not getting forced into sex with a stranger in the middle of the forest.

This is so wrong. This is so fucked up. Why am I doing this? Why haven't I cursed her yet?!

The nymphs fingers rubbed the front of her panties, feeling the wetness that had collected there.

Ginny shoved the nymph away and stumbled backwards, wiping her neck with her gloved hand. Her face was glowing and she panted as though she had been holding her breath, which she suddenly realized she had actually been doing for the last minute. She glared at the nymph, furious, clutching her wand for safety.

The nymph raised her eyebrows an infinitesimal amount, reminding Ginny in an instant of their deal.

"It's— It's cold... out here," said Ginny. "I should probably get back to the school. I've got classes tomorrow."

The nymph didn't answer. She looked down at her hand. Her fingers glistened slightly as she raised them to her mouth and licked them gently. She smiled.

"Did you hear me?" asked Ginny, a little louder this time. "I said I need to go."

"I heard you," said the nymph, grinning at her. She turned her back on Ginny and knelt over the water. "You're cold and you want this to get this over with quickly."

Ginny swallowed and leaned around the nymph to see what she was doing. The nymph's hand had melted into the water, vanishing from sight.

A shiver ran down Ginny's back that had nothing to do with the cold.

"I didn't mean it like that! Can't we just—"

But it was too late. The surface of the water broke loudly as another nymph popped up, naked and sopping wet. She was tall and lean, her breasts perky and pink just like Ginny's. Her black hair hung in a long shimmering braid over her chest and her bangs stuck to her face. She slid them out of the way to see. Her eyes were purple like Maera's, but were flecked with bright pink. She looked no older than twenty. Ginny noticed a long pale scar that ran across her chest, right under her breasts. It looked out of place on her flawless skin.

Her lighter eyes shone with excitement as she looked around the clearing. She seemed to comprehend what was going on in an instant. She covered her mouth with her fingers and bounced with glee.

"Oooh, Maera! Is this the one? Is this her?"

"Yep," said Maera, turning to grin at Ginny. "See what I mean?"

"I knew you weren't exaggerating," said the new nymph, looking Ginny up and down. "Naira's going to be pissed. We had a bet."

"Since when have I ever exaggerated?"

"That's exactly what I said! I was like, 'Maera's never lied about who she gets, why would you bet she would?' But she still didn't believe you."

"Where is she, by the way?"

"Oh, on her way I suppose. I think I was closer, but she should be here any—"

Ginny cleared her throat loudly and the two nymphs looked at her.

"Ah!" said Maera, getting to her feet. "Where are my manners?"

She started to make the introduction, but paused.

"I only just realized, I never got your name," she said looking at Ginny inquiringly.

"I never gave it out. And for good reason."

"You still don't trust me?"

Ginny scoffed and raised her eyebrows.

"Fine," said Maera. "In that case, we'll call you..."

"Ooh, ooh! Can we call her 'Rose'?" said the other nymph. "You remember that gorgeous redhead girl I had years ago? That was what she had me call her. She was amazing! I always thought it was such a beautiful name."

Maera smiled at Ginny.

"I think that's absolutely perfect. What do you think?"

What's with all the roses today? thought Ginny.

"Works for me," she said.

"Alright then. Rose, this is Lyra. Lyra, Rose."

The nymph named Lyra smiled and waved at her. Ginny gave a weak smile back, but stayed wary.

"So," said Lyra, looking from Ginny to Maera. "What's the plan? I tasted both of you on the water, but I thought—"

But before she could finish, there was a loud splash as yet another nymph shot up next her, causing Ginny to jump. She looked exactly like Lyra, right down to the shimmer of her pinkish-purple eyes. They were completely identical, except while Lyra's hair was tied in a braid, this new nymph's hair hung free over her shoulders and breasts. She also had no scar on her chest.

"Ah, Rose," said Maera. "This is Naira. She and Lyra are twins."

"Yeah, I can see that," said Ginny, staring at them.

The new nymph was looking at Ginny critically while her sister smirked at her.

"Her hair isn't shining," she muttered to Lyra, who gaped at her.

"Oh my god are you serious?! That's because there's no sunlight to shine off of it, idiot!"

"Don't call me an idiot! You're the one who said—"

"You're such a sore loser! And you just insulted her hair!"

"No I didn't!" She turned to Ginny. "You're hair's gorgeous by the way, I love it," and then back to her sister, "I just said it's different than how she described it."

"Bullshit, you're just sore you lost the bet and now you've gotta—"

"Anyway," said Maera in a loud voice and the twins fell silent. "I brought you two here for a reason. Rose and I made a deal and I need your help fulfilling her end of it for tonight. Take a guess—"

"Sex for silence?" said the twins together in a tone of rising excitement.

"Exactly, but since it's cold, and Rosie here needs to get back to bed, I thought we could speed things up and—"

"I CALL CUNNILINGUS!" yelled Lyra.

The two nymphs scrambled out of the water, pushing each other out of the way. Ginny took a step back and raised her wand.

"No way!" said Naira. "I'm way better than you."

"No, you're not. You can't even stick your tongue out as far as me!"

"I can go way farther than you!"

Lyra stuck her tongue out at her. Naira responded by turning her tongue to water and shooting it forward like a frog, hitting Lyra's eye.

"I think they like you," said Maera in an undertone to Ginny as the twins wrestled and shouted.

As she watched them, Ginny felt a strange urge to laugh. Despite the fact that she was going to be used for sex, she felt oddly comforted by the fact that she would have these two as company. She liked them a lot more than she liked Maera.

But there was something else. A weight that seemed to press on her heart as she looked at the pair of identical siblings grappling with each other.

Twins.

"You can take turns if you want to," said Maera, and the sisters broke apart, still pushing each other. "As long as we finish her off quickly, it doesn't matter who does what. And Rosie's agreed to come back every week for the rest of her school year, isn't that right, Rosie?"

Ginny pursed her lips. She couldn't pretend she wasn't aroused by now. She could feel a traitorous throbbing in her core, but stubbornly suppressed the feeling. She wanted to maintain what little dignity she had left, but she had no choice but to go forward with the deal.

She sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

"Yes, that's right," she said.

"Okay, so you'll both get plenty of chances to do what you want later," said Maera, and the twins looked excited again. "But tonight, we work fast. Ready to start again, Rosie?"

They all looked at her.

"I... yes, but—"

They moved forward as one and Ginny raised her wand. There was a loud bang that echoed around the forest and and a jet of light hit the ground between them, leaving a small, smoking crater. The nymphs jumped backwards.

"But," Ginny continued. She looked around at their apprehensive faces, stopping on Maera. "I want the twins first. Just them for tonight."

Something flickered in Maera's purple eyes, but her face remained calm. Lyra glanced at her uncertainly, but Naira grinned at Ginny.

"I like her!" she announced. She started forward, but her sister stopped her, still looking at Maera.

"Is that ok, Maera?" she asked.

Maera continued to stare at Ginny for a moment. Ginny couldn't tell what she was thinking. Then she smiled at Lyra.

"Sure! Go ahead, I'll just masturbate to you guys, I guess."

She walked over to a tree and leaned against it, crossing her arms expectantly. Lyra still looked conflicted, but her sister took her by the arm and pulled her towards Ginny.

"Come on," she said impatiently. "We've gotta do this fast, remember?"

Lyra finally turned away from Maera to give Ginny a calculating look. Ginny thought she saw something like concern in the nymph's beautiful eyes. Then she smiled.

"Alright," she said, the excitement back in her voice. "Brace yourself."

Ginny had barely enough time to suck in a breath before the nymphs were upon her. They switched off with one another, taking turns to french kiss Ginny with equal fervor. Lyra was undoing her jacket with deft hands while Naira reached over to feel up her breasts.

For some reason, Ginny found she didn't mind anymore. Having Maera touch her had been terrifying, but the fact that she had one up on her and she didn't have to have sex with her for another week made the experience much easier to enjoy. Plus she felt oddly comfortable with the twins.

Ginny's jacket came off faster than she had expected and before she knew it, her shirt was pulled over her head. An instant later, her bra was lying in the ground.

It's like they were born for this or something, Ginny thought to herself sarcastically.

Then Naira's mouth was at her breast, sucking at it in a way that made Ginny's head spin. She was changing her tongue back and forth between water and flesh and it felt amazing. Ginny pressed her chest forward, and as though she had read her mind, Lyra was there in an instant. She began sucking at Ginny's other breast in the same way.

Ginny looked down at them as they worked and almost came right then and there. They looked so cute and erotic, staring up at her with those pink flecked eyes. Their tongues and lips moved as one, perfectly synchronized with each other and Ginny's needs. Ginny closed her eyes and bent her legs.

Someone's hands pulled down on her jeans and she felt warm fingers touch her wet panties. They pressed into the fabric, pushing it around in all the right places in just the right way. Ginny began to grind her hips into it. Then the hand suddenly pulled her panties down over her thighs and someone pressed their mouth to her.

Ginny moaned and thrust herself forward as pleasure emanated from her core, sending shivers up her body. She looked down and saw Lyra staring lustily up at her from between Ginny's and Naira's breasts. Naira was bent over her, still sucking hard on Ginny's breasts. As she watched, Lyra lifted a hand and started to finger Ginny, thrusting into her wanting core.

Ginny began to shake and grind harder. Lyra pulled her mouth from Ginny and leaned back to press it instead to her twin. She began to lick and suck and Naira grinned and hummed into Ginny's nipple, causing it to vibrate. She and Ginny began to grind together, Naira into her sister's face, and Ginny into Lyra's finger. Ginny was panting as she moved her hips, trying to get the finger inside her to twist and thrust harder and deeper. The finger turned to water and back into flesh with every thrust, keeping up a growing flow of stimulation. It seemed to go deeper and deeper into her as it rubbed up against her inner walls, filling her. Her orgasm had built up inside her and she was teetering on the edge.

She looked up through her ecstasy and saw Maera. She was wearing a strange look that Ginny was too preoccupied to really register, but she did notice that she hadn't moved from her spot. Not an inch.

Naira bit down on the nipple she was sucking and pinched the other one. At the same time, Lyra twisted her finger and rubbed hard up and down. Ginny opened her mouth and closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure rocked up her body from her core, hitting her brain and blocking out everything else.

She and Naira came where they stood, riding it out together. Lyra pulled away from them, a wide grin on her face. Naira leaned up and took hold of Ginny's cheeks, pulling her into a deep kiss. She sucked on her like she had with her nipples, swirling and changing her tongue. Then Lyra got to her feet and pushed Naira aside to give Ginny a much wetter kiss. She tasted Naira's sex on her lips, sweet, warm and wild.

Naira bent and began to slide a hand down Ginny's chest.

"All right! That was pretty good for a first night."

Maera had stood up straight again and was walking towards them with a smile. Naira and Lyra pulled away from Ginny with a groan. A small part of Ginny agreed with them. Maera stepped between the sisters and wrapped her arms around their shoulders.

"Well?" she said. "You said you needed to go."

Ginny looked at her in some surprise, trying to get a read on her. She was smiling her usual smile and her eyes were calm and unrevealing. The twins were still grinning at Ginny, looking at her body. Lyra was licking her glistening lips.

"Yeah," said Ginny, looking back at Maera. "I'll be going now."

She used her wand to clean herself off. As she pulled her pants up, Lyra handed her bra to her.

"Thanks," said Ginny, putting it on over her tingling breasts.

"No problem," said Lyra.

"And any time you feel like coming down to visit—" said Naira.

"—Whether it's just to visit or you want another quickie—" said Lyra.

"—Or a longer session—" said Naira, winking.

"—Just put some of your pleasure in the water and we'll come straight away," finished Lyra, buttoning up Ginny's coat for her. She winked too. She looked cheerful, but Ginny thought she saw a hint of concern again behind the flirtatious smile she was giving her.

"I will," said Ginny. She turned to go.

"I expect to see you same time next week, Rosie," Maera called after her.

She looked back at the three of them. Lyra, her chin still glistening, Naira, who was waving at her, and Maera, standing between them, the only one clothed.

"I will," she repeated.

She turned and walked along the side of the creek back to the path.

As she trudged back through the dark forest, Ginny thought about what had happened. She thought about Maera, and that strange expression she had worn while watching the threeway. She thought of Naira, and how she had held Ginny while they rode out their orgasms together. She thought of Lyra, and the way she had looked at her and Maera, as though she was... scared? Worried? Ginny wasn't sure.

What she did know, however, was that this year was going to be a busy one. She felt ashamed at her cowardice for caving into Maera's demands like that. But as she looked back on it, she had to admit, as far as blackmail went, it could have been a lot worse.