The Tarot Reading

Under a moon so heavy it swallows sound, wolves hold their breath. Carmen Calloway enters the room and the air shifts. Her gift runs hot under her skin, blood passed from grandmother to girl, every pulse carrying pieces of what has not happened yet. People come to her raw and willing because her word carries weight straight into their bones. Tonight the client is Alina Li. Carmen sits close, fingers brushing Alina's palm like she owns the future inside it. The vision rises fast: Alina's body, the same body lying across the bed, wants a mouth instead of a cock, slick and pretty and patient. When she tells her, Alina breathes like she just stepped off a curb. Carmen kisses her once—slow, commanding—then again, deeper. Alina melts into the bed before Carmen can even tug her shirt off. Two small breasts appear, tight and nervous. Carmen removes her own top, lets her nipples brush Alina's until the contact feels deliberate. Skirt follows. Carmen cups the crotch of Alina's cotton panties, presses the damp fabric hard against shaved lips and keeps it there until Alina starts to rock. One sharp tug and the panties land on the floor. Carmen dips her head, tongue flat, sealing over the slit. Alina tastes clean and sweet. She comes like she's breaking through the surface of water—quick, loud, relieved. Carmen shucks her own shorts. Nothing underneath. She swings one knee over Alina's face and settles, hips already searching for suction. "Lick," she says, guiding Alina's tongue where she wants it. Alina obeys, mouth open and clumsy at first, then hungry. Her right hand drops between her own thighs, fingers circling her own cunt while she sucks Carmen's clit. The two sounds—wet fingers, wet mouths—find the same rhythm. They scissor, legs locked, swollen lips sliding over swollen lips. Every stroke pulls wetter. Their moans become one tone, louder, tighter, climbing until they crest together and spill across each other's thighs, their bodies shaking as the floorboards give back the echo like applause. Only afterward does silence reclaim the room, the wolves still afraid to answer.