I can’t breathe.
Meira’s hand wraps around my throat with enough force that white spots burst behind my eyelids. Her hips slam down onto me with a speed that defies human capability, the magic coursing through her body blurring every movement into one continuous assault.
She cast that stupid cursed spell again, the one that holds me right at the edge without letting me fall over. My entire body screams for release that won’t come, and the pressure builds until I’m convinced I’ll shatter from the inside out.
“You tried to sell yourself!” Her voice pierces the fog in my skull, raw with fury. “To some peasant cow family!”
I try to respond, but her grip tightens. The words die in my throat, replaced by a choked whimper that makes her eyes flash with satisfaction.
“We give you everything!” She bounces harder, faster, the magic flaring bright around her body as she accelerates. “We feed you! We bathe you! We care for you!”
My hands scrabble at the sheets beneath me, desperate for anything to ground myself. The sensation is overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, caught between the punishing rhythm and the spell holding me back from the relief I need.
“And you repay us by asking to be sold?” Her fingers dig into my windpipe, and my vision starts to narrow at the edges. “Like we mean nothing to you?”
A pathetic moan tears from my constricted throat. My hips buck upward, trying to meet her movements and find some angle that might break through the barrier in my head. But the spell holds firm, denying me with cruel precision.
“Meira…” The word comes out as barely a gasp.
Her hand loosens just enough for me to suck in a desperate breath. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, blurring the room between the suffocation and the overwhelming need coursing through every inch of my body.
Her grip tightens around my throat again. The pressure returns with renewed intensity, cutting off my air as her hips keep hammering down. My cock throbs inside her, desperate and denied, and I can’t even form coherent thoughts anymore.
The door opens.
“Hey!” Tisha’s voice breaks into the room, sharp and confused. “It’s Miras today!”
I try to turn my head toward her voice, but Meira’s hand holds me in place.
A heavy bag hits the floor with a thud.
“He’s supposed to be serving clients today,” Tisha says, bewilderment threading through her words.
Meira doesn’t slow down. Her rhythm doesn’t falter even slightly, and when she speaks, her voice comes out steady despite the exertion.
“I’ve decided you were right, my perfect wife.” Each word is punctuated by another punishing thrust. “I will let Vincent into my heart after all.”
Tisha’s laugh rings out, bright and knowing. “I was wondering how long it would take you.”
The sound of fabric rustling reaches my ears. Movement flickers at the edge of my field of view as Tisha pulls her tunic over her head, radiating an excitement that fills the air around us.
“Right now I’m punishing our slave,” Meira announces, and her hand finally loosens enough that air floods back into my lungs.
I gasp, the sound raw and desperate.
“Why?” Tisha asks, genuine curiosity in her tone.
“He tried to get himself sold away from us.”
“What?” Tisha’s tone turns sharp, dangerous. “Vincent, is that true?”
I try to answer, but Meira’s grip makes words impossible. All that comes out is a strangled whine.
“That cow tried to buy him. He suggested I bring it to you for consideration,” Meira clarifies, her hips still moving with fierce momentum. “Like we were actually going to entertain the idea of selling him.”
Tisha’s expression shifts through my tears. Hurt flashes across her features first, raw and genuine, before anger takes its place.
“How much did they offer?” The question comes out cold.
“Fourteen gold.” Meira’s voice carries disdain. “For our Vincent.”
“Holy shit.”
Tisha’s voice slices through the static in my head. I force my eyes to focus on her as she approaches the bed, completely naked now. The sight of her body steals what little breath Meira’s hand allows me. Her curves catch the afternoon light, skin glowing with that perfect warmth, breasts swaying with each step.
I reach out without thinking. My hand finds her pussy, fingers sliding between her folds. She’s already wet, heat radiating against my palm. The contact makes her gasp, her green eyes darkening with desire.
“They probably thought you’d never say no,” Tisha says, her voice breathless as my fingers work against her. “But our Vincent here is worth way more than that.”
Meira’s grip on my throat loosens again. Her pale silver eyes bore into mine with an intensity that makes my chest ache.
“Tell me why you were so eager to leave us.”
The command in her voice activates the collar. The vibration spreads from my throat through my entire body, compelling truth from me whether I want to give it or not.
“Because you told me you wouldn’t love me,” I choke out between gasps. The words scrape against my constricted windpipe. “And I assumed Daisy and her sisters wouldn’t have those hang-ups.”
Silence crashes down around us.
Meira goes completely still, hips frozen and hand unmoving on my throat, while the magic around her body dims like a candle caught in a draft.
Tisha laughs. The sound shatters the tension, bright and warm. Her hand finds my face, fingers trailing along my jaw as she grins down at me.
“Then it’s all good, right? Just a misunderstanding?”
“Yeah,” I manage to gasp out, relief flooding through me.
Tisha’s expression shifts. The grin falters, replaced by hurt that makes my chest tighten.
“Though I’m a little disappointed you wouldn’t have wanted to stay just for me alone...”
Guilt twists in my gut. “I did. I just...” The words catch in my throat. “Being a slave is very jarring.”
Her features soften immediately. Understanding replaces the hurt, and she nods slowly.
“I bet it is.”
“This is all so dramatic.” Meira’s voice snaps through the quiet, sharp and exasperated.
Meira motions to Tisha with a decisive gesture.
Tisha moves without hesitation. She climbs onto the bed, positioning herself over my face. Her thighs bracket my head, and then she lowers herself onto my mouth. Her ass settles over my eyes, blocking out the light completely. The weight of her presses down, and my world narrows to heat, wetness, and the taste of her on my tongue.
I can’t see anything anymore.
My hands find her thighs, gripping tight as I start working my tongue against her. She’s soaked, her arousal coating my lips and chin as I explore her folds. The moans escaping her throat vibrate through her entire body, and she trembles above me.
Meira starts moving again.
The sensation hits me like lightning. Her hips resume that demanding pace, driving down onto my cock with renewed vigor. The spell keeps me locked at the brink, denying release while every nerve ending screams for it. The dual assault of tasting Tisha while Meira rides me makes coherent thought impossible.
I tongue Tisha desperately, licking and sucking at her clit with everything I have. Her thighs clench around my head, her breath coming in ragged pants above me.
Then I hear kissing.
The wet sounds of mouths meeting filter down to me, muffled by Tisha’s body. I picture the scene clearly: Meira leaning forward while still working my cock, lips finding Tisha’s, tongues sliding together while they use me for their pleasure.
The fantasy makes me arch involuntarily into her. Meira takes me deeper, the moan tearing from her mouth vibrating against Tisha’s lips. They kiss and gasp above me, sharing breath while they grind against me from opposite directions.
Tisha’s pussy clenches against my tongue. Her thighs squeeze tighter around my head, cutting off even more of my air. I don’t stop. I can’t stop. My tongue works faster, chasing her pleasure while my own remains cruelly out of reach.
“Fuck,” Tisha gasps, breaking the kiss.
Her muscles clench around my tongue, the tremor building in her body right before it hits. She grinds down harder on my face.
Meira’s rhythm changes. The steady pounding becomes erratic, frantic. Her internal muscles flutter around my cock, tightening in pulses that make my back arch off the mattress despite Tisha’s weight pinning me down.
“Vincent,” Meira gasps out my name like a prayer.
Her voice dissolves into a scream that echoes off the walls. Her pussy clamps down on me with devastating force, rhythmically milking my cock for release the spell won’t let me have. The heat of her climax floods through where we’re joined, her body shuddering violently above me.
“You can cum now, Vincent.”
Her words break through the daze in my skull, and the golden light vanishes instantly.
The dam breaks.
My orgasm rips through me with a force that steals every rational thought from my brain. I scream into Tisha’s pussy, the sound muffled and desperate as my hips buck upward violently. Sensation crashes over me as I empty myself inside Meira, pulse after desperate pulse painting her insides white with my cum.
I can’t stop moving. My body writhes beneath them, completely out of my control, driven by the intensity of release after being denied for so long. Every muscle locks and releases in succession, tremors running through my limbs as the pleasure borders on pain.
Tisha lifts herself off my face. The weight disappears, and light floods back into my vision. I gasp for air, chest heaving as I try to remember how breathing works. Through my blurred sight, she settles beside me on the bed, her green eyes fixed on my face with open affection.
“He goes crazy every time you do this to him,” Tisha says, her voice warm with amusement and tenderness.
My body keeps trembling. The aftershocks roll through me, refusing to settle. Meira’s still moving on top of me, riding out the final heartbeats of her own climax, her internal muscles clenching around my oversensitive cock in ways that make me whimper.
Finally, she stills. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps that match mine.
Meira’s hand finds my face. Her fingers cup my jaw with surprising gentleness, tilting my head so our eyes meet. Her silver gaze pins me down with absolute certainty.
“You belong to us, Vincent.” Each word carries weight, finality. “Us alone.”
I nod, the motion jerky and uncoordinated. My brain is still scrambled from the intensity of what just happened, but the truth sits clear in my chest.
“Good.” The word comes out hoarse, raw, but I mean it completely.
“Alright, Meira.” Tisha’s voice interrupts the moment, bright with anticipation. “Come on, it’s my turn.”
Meira lifts herself off me slowly. I feel myself slide out of her warmth, my cum dripping from her pussy and running down her thighs in thick streams.
The question forms in my brain before I can stop it.
“Are you two ever worried I’ll get you pregnant?”
The laughter that bursts from both of them isn’t kind.
Tisha’s giggles build into full-body shaking, and she has to brace herself against the bed. Meira covers her mouth with one hand, but the sound still escapes through her fingers.
“What?” I ask, confusion breaking through the post-orgasm haze.
“Vincent,” Tisha manages between laughs. “Elves are notoriously hard to impregnate. We usually need magic to help.”
Meira’s laughter intensifies. Her eyes water with the effort of containing it, and when she finally speaks, her voice comes out choked with amusement.
“Human sperm is so weak.”
The words hit me like a slap. My exhausted brain struggles to process the insult while both of them continue laughing at my expense.
Meira’s expression shifts. The laughter doesn’t fade, but calculation slides in behind her eyes. Her lips curve into a grin that carries challenge mixed with mockery.
“How about this, Vincent? If you can impregnate me without magic, I’ll let you fuck that Oni you were so attracted to.”
Her laughter doubles. The sound fills the room, sharp and knowing, like she’s just made the most absurd bet in the world. She knows it’s impossible, absolute certainty radiating from her.
“You’re on!” I declare.