The trip to Daniella’s tower almost took an unfortunate turn. The girls almost got dressed.
Really, the scandal.
I had to politely remind them I could make us invisible, and so we all walked down the corridor in a bundle of exposed skin, barely repressed embarrassment, and growing excitement.
Breathlessly, by the time we were behind closed doors again, we were all a mess. I’d been relieved of my towel before we’d left the queen’s chambers, and walking down a hallway lined with windows to the castle courtyards, even during the night, was mildly exhilarating.
The instant the door was closed, Hanada had clearly had enough waiting. She was on me like a hummingbird to a freshly blossoming flower.
Her embrace was shockingly forceful, and she wasn’t shy at all as she quested for my lips with her own. Her small chest pressed diamond-hard tips into mine, and I could feel her heart racing under the tension.
I let a small grin spread as she pushed me to the door and ran her nails down my back, hitting a few nerves that had me gasping with the tingles that sent up my spine. Then, Daniella was there, one arm around each of our waists from the side, hair tresses pulling both our lips to hers in a sensual three-way union. The position was a little awkward, but none of us spared the breath to complain.
Hanada’s hands trembled as she looked into my eyes, and I could see the request written in her expression.
“Just how long have you felt like this about me, Hanada-san?”
She leaned in by my ear and whispered a husky, reproachful correction. “Maya.”
I was briefly stunned. I’d been using her family name for so long that it hadn’t ever occurred to me before. “Maya-chan.” I quietly agreed, a little embarrassed that we were both naked and I had used formal language still. Talk about running before you walk. Or whatever the appropriate phrase was.
Daniella tugged us both towards the bed, and we stumbled in a breathless jumble before falling onto the fresh layers of clean fabric. The high mage had done her laundry, because the earlier session had been a mess.
There wasn’t much time to defend myself, and I must’ve malfunctioned because the tables were soundly turned on me before I knew it. Maya had it no better, either. Daniella’s long hair-limbs had us both on our backs, hands pinned over our heads, and entirely exposed before her lecherous eyes in an instant.
She held us there, blinking up at her as she licked her lips, raking her gaze up and down our bodies as if trying to decide which plant to deflower first.
“Don’t you two ignore me,” she said with a thick, shuddering breath.
Daniella climbed onto the bed, sliding her left leg between mine, and her right leg between Maya’s. She slowed halfway up, then alternated kissing her way along each of our bodies, her tongue lingering in places, leaving a small shock of magic dancing on our skin as she went. She trailed more delicate touches along our sides the whole time, teasing the whole way with her fingers and stirring the desperate need.
I glanced over and saw Maya’s chest heaving, her eyes locked on what Daniella was doing to me, all while wishing she was the one to be there. At the same time, the high mage wasn’t giving her any less attention, and the goth girl was having a hard time deciding if she was unsatisfied with the situation.
I leaned as far over as I could, and kissed Maya’s cheek, smiling as she met my eyes. “Relax. I’m here.”
She didn’t get to respond, though. Daniella took the younger woman’s nipple in her mouth and played with it gently, drawing out a long, sensual sound from Maya. Her eyes closed, and her back arched into the pressure, and I found the traces of my own jealousy sparking as I was forced to watch it happen, unsatisfied.
Daniella knew, somehow. And she didn’t let me wait long. Her head shifted, and she descended on my chest next, one hand squeezing my right as her mouth took in my left. I felt her tongue painting circles around my peak, her lips forming the seal that sucked with less than subtle pressure. My back arched the same as Maya’s did.
“Ahhh,” I sang, eyes falling closed in bliss. “Fuck!”
My world briefly flickered as she pinched my right nipple, and my legs collapsed together around her thigh. My hands were shaking, but I couldn’t move them. I couldn’t stop Daniella from leaving me cold and shivering as she moved back to Maya, grinning and kissing along the woman’s collarbone, then her neck.
Maya looked over at me, meeting the expression of grief penned in my eyes like a tragedy. She smirked, then gasped as Daniella tweaked her own nipple with a glare.
“Don’t go getting smug. You’re so competitive,” the high magus teased.
Maya gnashed her teeth playfully as the blond woman moved back to me, finally meeting my lips with her own. The manga artist groaned in the background, but it didn’t interrupt the way Daniella met my tongue, each on a quest to savor the flavor of the other more fully.
As our kiss drew out, I felt Daniella move, bringing her thighs up to press into my core. It relieved the tiniest bit of my desire, but was entirely inadequate. I could feel Maya bucking her hips the smallest bit, her breath hot and fast. I grinned as Daniella pulled away from the kiss, looked me in the eyes, and spoke a quiet, reverential question.
“What would you have me do to serve you next, mistress?” The final word alone sounded like a choir to me.
“Throw the poor girl a bone, Daniella. She’ll be aching with desperation if you wait too long. And I want my turn, eventually.”
The high mage nodded, smirking as she dipped her head. “How magnanimous, mistress.”
Then she moved. Her thigh left my core, leaving me wet and shivering from the loss. I nearly cried. Daniella’s spare thread of hair tilted my head up and over, forcing my eyes to watch only what the mage would do to the poor sword heroine.
A blond head dipped between Maya’s legs, and then tilted until her green eyes met mine. I was forced to watch as a tongue slid out over Maya’s core, and the poor woman somehow managed to keep her legs apart.
I glanced, flicking my eyes to meet hers briefly, and my breath caught. Maya was staring at me, satisfaction and victory there as she merely studied my reaction to watching her get eaten out. I rubbed my thighs together, regret in every nerve of my body, before looking back at Daniella.
The mage parted Maya’s folds and took a long lick from bottom to top.
“Ahhhhyes!” The moan turned to excitement as a final flick hit her clit.
And I watched, trembling.
Maya’s wetness filled the air with a heady scent as she arched her back, legs wide, with Daniella staring at me directly in the eyes as she devoured the precious flower before her. She sucked on the woman’s clit, then took a break to plunge her tongue into the depths of the sopping, wet pussy. Her efforts conducted a choir from Maya’s unmitigated song of pleasure.
“Ahhh, haaa, ahhh, deeper, faster!”
I flicked my eyes back to Maya’s. She never looked at Daniella. Only me.
Something escaped me. A smallest whine of complete despair. Nothing was done to satisfy me. All I could do was stare, desire, and leak my regrets onto the bedding beneath me.
Maya’s pitch went an octave higher as Daniella lifted the girl’s hips, giving me a better angle as long, slender fingers plumbed her depths.
I knew. I knew firsthand how those fingers felt. What they did. The way Daniella had studied me like a piece of research material, finding whichever pressure points would have me reeling. And I ached for that touch as I saw what she did to poor Maya.
“I! I’m so! Ahhh, fuck. Ohhh, again!” Maya was crying. Tears blurred her eyes as she fought to keep them open, always on my grief-stricken face. “Agai—ahhhhh!”
Maya flopped like a fish as her thighs trembled, still spread wide for me to see.
Daniella’s adoring eyes, full of sinister delight, watched me from where her tongue kept flicking Maya’s clit in a dance of fits and starts. Fingers moved in time with the pulsing climax of Maya’s core muscles, dragging out an orgasm that had me whimpering more than ever.
All the while, a free hand cupped below the sword heroine’s core, gathering the juices that leaked freely. Still, Daniella’s eyes never left mine. Not when she finally let Maya rest. And not when that cupped hand was raised for a tentative lick.
Then the juices approached. I watched with all the gravitas owed to a meteor falling on a planet. And then I smelled them. Just beneath my nose. Heady, sensual, with the fragrance of fresh love.
My eyes met Maya’s again. As I let that nectar glide down my throat. She tasted a bit like fruit. No fruit was succulent enough to compare.
Then Maya relaxed, her hands released from their binding, where she curled inwards, hugging herself as more shivers wracked her body.
I turned back to Daniella, who smiled warmly. “I have done as you asked, mistress. What next?”
I wasn’t given a chance to respond. Maya’s recovery was cut short as the girl growled like a feral kitten. Then she pushed Daniella to the side and made herself at home on top of me, staring down into my eyes, bangs hanging in a way that let me properly see her entire face. Just as pretty as I remembered. Just… more lustful than I thought was possible.
“That was… better than anything I’ve felt before. Having you watch was… Perfect.” Maya formed a record sentence length with three people in a single room. Then I felt the bed shift with a dark chuckle.
“I’ll hold her still, Maya. Do what needs to be done.” Daniella managed to wiggle her way in behind me, hugging from the back as she hooked her legs around mine, forcing them apart. She also never let go of my hands.
I couldn’t move.
Maya smirked. I felt a shiver of fear.
“Thanks.”
Then it began.
The woman’s face descended, and I prepared for a kiss, only for her to dodge at the last moment, instead nipping at my neck, sucking on the skin and bruising me to claim me as hers. I felt the pain. I felt the pressure. I wanted it all. Anything I could get, really.
The cool air turned my skin to gooseflesh as my wetness was exposed, and my nipples peaked harder and more sensitive than ever.
I felt Maya’s skin brush over mine. Felt her nipples poking into my body as she finally granted me the kiss I was hoping for.
“I have always wanted you,” she breathed heavily, then pressed her lips to mine.
My heart quickened. Her lips tasted like strawberries. I wondered if she could taste herself on my tongue as I flicked it across her lips, prompting her to meet me in kind.
There was a moment where the world fell away, and all I did was enjoy the passion she felt for me. That moment ended. Daniella wouldn’t allow us to ignore her.
One of the mage’s hands wrapped around to cup my breast, the other hand rose to pinch Maya’s nipple teasingly. We both gasped as the kiss broke.
“Fine, fine.” Maya sighed. Then she kissed my neck, collarbone, the gap between my breasts, and then dragged her tongue down my body until she reached the small diamond of neatly trimmed hair.
I braced for impact as she took a long inhale of my scent.
It was the wrong impact to brace for.
Daniella gently bit me. Like a true vampire, her teeth pressed teasingly onto my shoulder, trying to push a boundary and identify if I was interested or not. I failed to respond.
“Shit!” I gasped in sudden panic as Maya pinched my clit between two fingers. Both girls had managed to tag-team me out of being prepared for either of their assaults.
Hands reached from behind to play with my breasts, carefully tracing circles around each nipple. Maya’s head dipped in and I felt her tongue—not at my pussy, but just beneath. I had been dripping wet for minutes. Maybe even hours. She just teased me, lapping up juices in a place that offered no release.
I wanted to pull her head up to pleasure me properly, but my hands were bound. I wanted to tighten my legs around her, but they were tangled in Daniella’s.
I felt helpless.
And I loved it, even though I hated the suspense.
I leaned back, turning my head aside and meeting Daniella’s lips in a sloppy, frantic union. I felt her getting a rise from my energy, taking a bit of divine essence in that selfish way I’d only let her.
Elsewhere, Maya whined in displeasure, seeing us kiss while she was ignored.
She refused to let me turn my attention elsewhere.
“Ahhhh,” the kiss broke as I moaned aloud.
Maya had her tongue stroking my insides in slick, irregular motions, sometimes deep, other times shallow. Sometimes fast, other times hesitating. With no rhythm to brace for, I was kept at an impossible limbo.
Then Daniella moaned into my ear at the volume of an idol show. Her hands tightened on my breasts, and I knew Maya had done something to her as well.
I wiggled my hips, and felt from our positions that I was dripping directly onto the mage’s pussy, and from the rough motions, I guessed that Maya had fingers mixing my juices with Daniella’s as she explored the blond woman’s insides.
Together, Daniella and I warred for volume supremacy. Moaning over each other as Maya expertly stirred us into a frenzy.
I felt fingers probing my entrance at long last, and my hips lifted in gasping need.
She didn’t deny me.
I felt her enter me with a rich, soulful squelch. Human bodies were such messy things, and I couldn’t think of anything more exciting than being screwed messy by the two women.
My pitch rose as my clit was taken into Maya’s mouth and feasted on. She sucked, worked her tongue around it, and then popped it free to greet the suddenly frigid air.
Electricity filled my veins as she slid three fingers as deep as she could, tickling my weaknesses and letting me turn to putty around them.
I sang sweet notes.
Daniella hugged me desperately from behind, her stomach tightening and loosening against my back as her chest heaved.
Maya didn’t stop.
Her fingers kept up the pressure, and I hit a second peak just moments after my first, feeling my body convulse in a frantic effort to deposit all of my juices into waiting lips at record speed.
I heard Maya drinking greedily.
I heard the wet slapping of fingers into Daniella as the poor mage tried to announce her lust to the world.
I heard the blond climax beneath me, just as much as I felt Maya moving to receive her second helping as reward for her efforts.
But I saw nothing.
The world was stars and fireworks.
I felt boneless and blissful. More satisfied than I had any right to be.
One thought permeated the fog.
How am I going to get them back for this?
The answer was that I wasn’t.
Just when I thought Maya was going to collapse beside us and preen under our praise.
Daniella squeaked.
I felt heat rush back to my cheeks.
Small circles teased my clit again. My stomach tightened. My core lit with fresh flames. Daniella shivered and I knew she felt it too.
A weight settled over me, and I opened my eyes to see Maya’s descending, dripping wetness.
“Please?” The whimpered plea was enough to reignite me fully.
I saw Daniella’s hands moving, questing until they found Maya’s nipples, where she played and teased with expert grace. I felt my own hands freed from their prison, and I happily put them to work spreading Maya wide. Her layers were dark, damp, and smelled of hope and desire. I found her clit and stroked it with slow, careful touches. The manga artist shivered and moaned.
“So sensitive,” I teased.
She punished me. I felt a shock of pleasure as she nipped my clit.
I didn’t even know I was into that.
Then I let my tongue enter the fray. Maya’s body rewarded me with nectar, sweet and warm.
Somewhere, Daniella moaned as Maya gave her attention, and I was left reeling by the sheer skill and proficiency being displayed. Nobody was ignored. Nobody was left to languish.
The ministrations of my lovers brought on a slow, steady rise.
It built in my core, rose through my body, then hit my brain in a cloudy, mesmerizing haze. I felt Daniella teasing Maya’s chest where small, perky nipples poked into my stomach. I felt Maya’s fingers spreading and stirring my entrance without giving me the real release I ached for. I felt my wetness still dripping onto Daniella beneath me.
I tasted more and more of Maya’s sweetness as I stroked her clit with my thumb and drank every drop that met my lips.
I had an intrusive thought about ensuring the sheets were dry just by not letting anything go to waste.
I discarded the thought as I realized that I was dripping enough for the three of us on my own.
Maya’s tongue entered me, and I moaned a soft, hoarse approval directly into her core. Her legs clenched around me, and I shivered from within my new prison. She’d made a mess of me, and I owed her payback. More strokes, more subtle moaning vibrations, and I felt she was ready. I spread her legs with both hands and glanced down between the narrow gap in our bodies.
She met my eyes.
Lust. Desire. Need.
“Beg me for it,” I urged.
She gave me a shaky nod, and her thighs trembled as she saw the ravenous look in my eyes.
“I want you to finish me. Finish me hard. Please?” The words weren’t a prayer.
“Try again.”
She moaned in something I identified as a desperate fear that I’d deny her if she failed.
“Please, Lilin. I need you to punish me for hiding all these lustful thoughts about you. I deserve nothing but your disdain, but I can’t stop myself from wanting you to satisfy me. I swear, I can’t live without your love.”
Another record string of words. Emotions overtaking fear and anxiety. Sex was wonderful like that. “Very well,” I purred in response.
I pulled her hips down onto my tongue, and ground her clit back and forth with uncanny dexterity.
Her prayer had been heard. I acknowledged and granted her fondest wish.
My fingers, despite the unusual angle, made themselves at home within her, scooping out juices that I allowed to cover my face. She was a wet girl, and I stroked her deepest places over and over as she moaned directly onto my own clit.
I felt myself rising to meet her tightening muscles even as Daniella’s hand wormed beneath my ass and danced across her own core.
Despite it all, Maya still managed to finger both of us. Her proficiency was scary.
It didn’t end. A cloud of my lust aspect hung around us, suspending the mood and uniting our emotions.
One of Daniella’s arms clung to me, hand laid in finality around my breast and tweaking the nipple. Maya stirred us both into a frenzy. I made sure Maya felt paradise in time with the way my pussy was clenching over and over around her fingers.
Our voices rose in unison.
We all fell off the cliff together.
Maya gushed into my mouth. I released a third time, soaking Daniella beneath me and ruining the sheets. Daniella tried to eclipse my mess with her own.
We all descended into a shivering tangle of exhausted limbs.
Somehow, we all managed to rearrange ourselves so we could make out absently while we settled into the afterglow.
“How did I taste?” Maya asked Daniella.
The blond blinked drowsily, then smiled. “Delightful. Almost enough to make up for not getting to taste Mistress tonight.”
Maya boldly stroked her fingers through my folds and brought a sticky mess to Daniella’s lips. “As an apology.”
I laid there, staring up at them as they leaned over me to take turns licking fingers clean and kissing each other.
“Hey now,” I warned, “don’t go leaving me out.”
They both looked down at me with synchronized raised eyebrows.
And then they coated their hands in each other’s juices and offered them to me.
In perfect tandem, they asked, ““Which of us tastes better?””
They didn’t even let me answer.