Voices drag me out of sleep before my eyes are ready to open.
“Meira, this is so stupid! We should be able to fuck Vincent every single day!”
Tisha’s voice cuts through the morning haze like a blade. I crack one eye open.
They’re both naked on the bed beside me, facing each other with the kind of intensity that makes the air feel heavy. The morning light streaming through the window catches on Meira’s silver hair and Tisha’s auburn braid, both disheveled from sleep.
“I’m not happy about it either.” Meira’s voice stays measured, but I can hear the frustration underneath. “But if I keep reinvigorating him constantly, his body will become over-reliant on it. I’d prefer to only use the spell a few times a week if we have to.”
I should probably stay still. Pretend I’m still asleep. Let them work this out without my input.
“Meira, we bought a stud!” Tisha’s voice rises, sharp with indignation. “We deserve to use him until our cunts are bloody!”
My brain stutters trying to process that image.
“Don’t be crass, Tisha.” Meira’s composure cracks slightly, disgust flickering across her features.
“I’m being serious!” Tisha gestures wildly with both hands, her breasts swaying with the motion. “What’s the point of owning him if we can’t fuck him whenever we want?”
“Because he’s also making us money.” Meira’s tone drops into that detached, calculating cadence I’ve come to recognize. “If we exhaust him every night, he won’t be able to perform for clients during the day.”
“Then use your magic on him more!”
“I just explained why I can’t do that.”
Tisha’s shoulders slump, and she looks down at the sheets between them. Her voice comes out quieter, almost vulnerable.
“We deserve this, Meira. We just got a taste of it and now we have to give it up?”
The hurt in her tone makes my chest tighten. Meira’s expression softens immediately, and she closes the distance between them. Her hand cups Tisha’s face with tenderness that’s startling after the chill from moments before.
“I’m sorry, my love.”
Her lips find Tisha’s, and the kiss is gentle. Apologetic. When they part, Meira’s pale silver eyes find me lying there, registering that I’m awake.
Her hand reaches across the space between us. Her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking with slow, deliberate movements. My body responds instantly, hardening in her grip despite the fact that I’m still waking up.
“We’ll build a schedule.” Her voice stays measured, but her hand doesn’t stop moving. “How about Solas will always be our day. He can take Lunas off.” Her thumb circles the head of my cock, and my hips jerk involuntarily. “Aresas and Miras will be for clients. Thoras will be another rest day for Vincent.” She pauses, her grip tightening slightly. “Venuras will be for clients, and then Noctas can either be client work or our night depending on how we feel. Does that seem fair?”
Tisha’s brow furrows. Her green eyes track between Meira’s face and where Meira’s hand is working me.
“So we only get to fuck him on the weekend?”
A low groan scrapes out of me as Meira’s hand tightens. My breathing goes shallow. Meira’s attention shifts from Tisha to me, those pale eyes studying my face with cool scrutiny, then back to her wife.
“Would you prefer to have him only take clients on the weekend, and we get two weekdays?”
“No, no. The weekend is preferable.” Tisha’s answer comes quickly, but disappointment still colors her tone.
Meira’s hand loosens slightly, resuming those slow strokes that make heat pool in my stomach. Her attention stays locked on Tisha now, and I watch the calculation happening behind those silver eyes.
“We can adjust as needed.” Her voice carries reassurance. “If business is slow, we’ll have more nights together. If it picks up, we’ll have the income to justify it.”
Tisha shifts closer, her hand joining Meira’s on my cock. The dual sensation makes my back arch off the mattress, and the sound that escapes my throat is embarrassingly desperate.
“I suppose that makes sense.” Tisha’s fingers intertwine with Meira’s, both of them working me now with synchronized movements. “But I’m not happy about sharing him with clients more than we get him.”
“Of course I hate it too.” Meira’s voice carries an edge now, frustration bleeding through her measured tone. “The thought of sharing anything we own feels beneath us. But we need an income. And this is far safer than what we were doing before.”
My brain is still stuck on the schedule she rattled off. The names blur together in my head, unfamiliar and foreign.
“Which days are the weekends?”
Both their hands pause on my cock. Meira’s head swivels toward me, and the look she gives me could freeze water. Her pale silver eyes narrow, studying my face like I’ve just asked her what color the sky is.
“Are you serious?”
“I just... which ones?”
Meira’s disbelief gives way to exasperation. She looks at Tisha, then back at me, her teeth grinding together.
She gestures to Tisha with her free hand, a sharp, dismissive motion. “Go ahead, love.”
Tisha’s eyes light up immediately. The disappointment vanishes from her face, replaced by pure excitement. She moves with practiced ease, swinging one leg over my hips. Her hands press against my chest as she positions herself, and then she’s sinking down onto me.
The heat hits first. Then the tightness. My head falls back against the pillow as she takes me completely, and a ragged moan breaks past my lips.
Meira shifts beside me, her body settling onto the mattress. The bed dips with her weight, and she props herself up on one elbow to look down at me. Her silver hair falls across her shoulder, catching the morning light.
“You don’t know the days of the week, Vincent?”
Tisha starts moving. Her hips rise and fall in a steady rhythm, taking me deep with each bounce. The sensation makes my thoughts scatter.
“I had different names for them.”
The words come out strained, broken by another moan as Tisha’s internal muscles clench around me. She’s so tight, so perfectly hot, and the way she moves makes every nerve ending in my body sing.
Meira’s fingers trail along my jaw, drawing my attention back to her face. Her eyes study me with calculated interest.
“Whatever names you had before don’t matter now.” Her voice carries that sharp authority, the kind that reminds me I’m property being catalogued. “The days of the week are Solas, Lunas, Aresas, Miras, Thoras, Venuras, and Noctas. In that order.”
I try to commit them to memory, but Tisha bounces harder on my cock and my brain short-circuits. The names scatter like leaves in wind.
“Solas and Noctas are the weekend,” Meira continues, her hand moving down to cup my face. “That’s when you’re ours.”
My eyes keep drifting to Meira’s lips.
There’s a pull I can’t quite explain, a hunger that goes beyond the physical. Every time I’ve kissed these two elves, it’s left me wanting more. Like they’re feeding me air for the first time and I didn’t realize I’d been drowning.
Meira catches me staring. Her eyes flicker with recognition, and then she’s leaning down. Her mouth captures mine, and the kiss is deep, demanding. Her tongue slides past my lips while Tisha continues riding me, and I’m drowning in sensation from both directions.
I break the kiss to gasp for air. “What’s today?”
“Noctas.” Meira’s voice is a whisper against my lips.
My brain struggles through the haze of pleasure to process that. “So today and tomorrow are just us?”
“Exactly.”
Two days where it’s just the three of us in this complicated arrangement that I’m still trying to understand.
Tisha’s rhythm changes. Her movements become more erratic, desperate.
“Meira, I’m...” Her words cut off into a broken scream.
Her entire body goes rigid. She clamps down around me like a vise, pulsing in waves that make my vision blur at the edges. Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat, and the shriek that rips from her is pure ecstasy.
Meira’s attention turns from me to Tisha. Her features soften into adoration mixed with possessive pride. She reaches out with one hand, her fingers trailing along Tisha’s trembling thigh.
“Isn’t she just so beautiful when she cums?”
The question pulls my focus to Tisha’s face. Her green eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Auburn hair has come loose from her braid, falling across her flushed cheeks.
“Yes.” The word was honest. Because she is beautiful like this, vulnerable and raw and completely lost in pleasure.
Tisha pulls me close, her hands cupping my face as her mouth crashes against mine. Her tongue pushes past my lips with desperate hunger, exploring every inch with an intensity that steals what little breath I have left.
Then she collapses on top of me, her full weight pressing me into the mattress. Her chest heaves against mine as she tries to catch her breath, each exhale warm against my neck. I’m still rock hard inside her, throbbing with need that hasn’t found release yet.
Meira’s voice shatters the quiet.
“Tisha, my love, it’s rude to not take care of our slave properly.”
I feel Tisha’s lips curve into a smile against my skin. She doesn’t lift her head, doesn’t move except to shift her hips slightly in a way that makes me gasp.
“Cum.”
The word falls from her mouth, lazy and satisfied, and the collar responds instantly.
The vibration spreads from my throat through my entire body like lightning. My control shatters. A whimper wrenches out of me as the command takes hold, bypassing every conscious thought and hitting me directly in the spine. My hips jerk upward involuntarily as my orgasm crashes through me with a dizzying rush that leaves my head spinning.
I’m cumming hard inside her, pulse after desperate pulse, and I can’t stop the sounds pouring out of me. My gasps echo in the small room while Tisha lies above me, completely relaxed like she’s basking in the aftermath.
My fingers dig into the sheets on either side of me. The pleasure borders on pain, too intense and too much, but I can’t make it stop. The collar won’t let me until every drop is spent inside her.
Finally, the waves subside. My body goes limp beneath Tisha’s weight, trembling with exhaustion. My breathing comes in ragged gasps that match hers, and sweat coats every inch of my skin.
Meira snaps across the room, her voice harsh.
“Tisha, don’t ever do that again.” The anger in her tone makes me flinch. Tisha lifts her head from my chest, confusion written across her flushed features.
“Why not?” She shifts slightly on top of me, her voice carrying genuine bewilderment. “He loved it!”
“You can’t sit there complaining about not getting your cunt fucked bloody and then go use the collar to make Vincent cum before I’ve had my turn!”
The words hang in the air between them. Tisha’s eyes go wide.
“Now I’ll have to wait for him to get hard again.” Meira’s mouth presses into a taut line, and I watch her hands clench into fists against the sheets. “Unless I want to risk using the spell again.”
Tisha’s confusion melts into understanding, then into contrition. But after a moment, a sly grin starts creeping across her face.
“Relax.” She lifts herself off me slowly, and I feel myself slide out of her warmth. “Vincent’s special, remember?”
She grabs my wrist firmly, guiding my hand toward Meira. My palm presses against the soft warmth of Meira’s breast, and the sensation shoots straight through me.
My cock stirs immediately. The exhaustion that was settling into my bones burns away, replaced by fresh arousal that makes my breath catch. I’m already hardening again, my body responding to the touch of Meira’s skin like I didn’t just finish seconds ago.
“See?” Tisha’s grin widens as she looks at Meira, triumph clear in her voice. “He’s already hard for you, baby.”
Meira’s expression transforms. The fury melts into hunger, and when her eyes meet mine again, they’re dark with desire.
“Is that so?” Her voice drops lower, dangerous in a completely different way now.
My hand is still on her breast, and I can feel her heartbeat accelerating under my palm. The heat of her skin seeps into mine, and my cock throbs with renewed need that feels impossible after what just happened.
Tisha moves off the bed entirely, settling herself at the edge with a satisfied smile. She watches us both like she’s about to witness her favorite show.
“All yours, Meira.”