The river water runs clear off my body, and for the first time since landing in this nightmare world, I actually feel clean.
Tisha’s been thorough. Her hands are everywhere, scrubbing my back, my shoulders, working soap through my freshly cut hair. And her breasts keep brushing against me, these massive, soft collisions that happen every time she reaches around to get my chest or stomach. I don’t think she’s doing it on purpose. She’s trying to be efficient, but each accidental contact sends heat straight through me.
My cock still hasn’t calmed from earlier. And with how often Silvy used me in that cart my body is aching for something.
Tisha steps back, examining me with satisfaction. Water streams down her body, catching light where it runs between her breasts and over her flat stomach.
“Alright, babe!” She turns toward Meira, her voice bright with excitement. “I’m all done! Can I fuck him now?”
The question hits the air with zero shame, zero hesitation.
Meira looks up from her rock perch, and the smile that crosses her face is so warm and loving it makes my chest ache. “Yes, love. You earned it.”
“You sure you don’t want to join?” Tisha asks, her voice dropping lower.
“Yeah.”
Tisha wades toward the shore. “Are you gonna try him after?”
Meira goes still. I can see hunger in her eyes warring with uncertainty.
“I’m a little nervous,” she admits quietly. “I’ve only ever had your fingers inside me before.”
Tisha stops at the water’s edge, turning to face her wife fully. “Meira, I’m the same way. I’ve never been with a stud either.”
The confession hangs between them for a moment. Two women who’ve only ever had each other, about to cross into completely new territory.
Meira nods slowly. “I’ll see how you do and see if I want to after. Alright?”
“Yeah.” Tisha’s grin widens. “That works.”
She turns back to me, excitement radiating off her in waves, and suddenly her hand wraps around my wrist. Her grip is warm and firm, pulling me toward the shore.
“Go lay down on that towel.”
The collar vibrates.
It’s immediate, that same humming sensation against my throat, and my body moves before my brain fully processes the command. My feet carry me out of the water, across the grass, toward the towels Tisha laid out earlier.
I wonder how the hell the collar knows the difference between someone casually telling me what to do versus an actual order. Is it intent? Tone? Some kind of magic bullshit I don’t understand?
I drop onto the towel, the fabric soft against my back. The grass underneath provides cushioning.
Tisha stands over me, water still dripping from her body, and her eyes travel down to where my erection hasn’t softened at all.
“Comfortable?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
She drops to her knees beside me, then swings one leg over to straddle my hips. Her weight settles onto my thighs, and I feel the heat of her even before she touches me. Her hand wraps around my cock, positioning it, and then she’s sinking down onto me in one smooth motion.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
The sensation hits me like electricity. She’s tight and soaking wet, and my brain short-circuits trying to process how good it feels. Divine, even.
Tisha doesn’t ease into it. She takes all of me at once, her hips flush against mine, and the sound that comes out of her throat is pure satisfaction.
“Gods,” she gasps. “Oh gods, this is...”
She starts moving. Not the careful, controlled rhythm I expected, but something desperate and hungry. Her hands plant on my chest for leverage, those breasts swaying with each motion, and I watch her face transform. Her green eyes go unfocused, her mouth falls open, and she rides me like she’s been waiting her entire life for this.
I’m not a participant. I’m a thing being used, and my body responds to that. The familiar pattern clicking into place. Someone taking what they want, not asking, just deciding.
“Tisha,” Meira’s voice cuts through from somewhere to my left. “How does he feel?”
Tisha can barely form words. “So good. So fucking good.”
Her pace increases, grinding down harder.
“I can see why women pay so much for this,” Tisha pants out, and there’s wonder in her voice mixed with the pleasure.
I look to Meira, trying to figure out what the boundaries are here. What’s allowed. What crosses a line with a married couple.
“Can I touch her?” I ask.
Meira’s eyebrow arches. Her silver eyes fix on me with something that might be amusement. “Why are you asking me that?”
I open my mouth, but she continues before I can answer.
“Ask her. It’s up to her how she uses you.”
The words land with weight. How she uses you.
I turn my attention back to Tisha. She’s still moving, still riding me with that desperate hunger, but her eyes have sharpened with focus.
“You want to touch me?” Something playful slides across her face.
“Yeah.”
She looks over at Meira, and her grin widens. “There’s something about him...” She trails off, her breathing heavy. “Makes me want to do to him what you do to me.”
Meira chuckles. “Oh?”
Tisha’s hands suddenly leave my chest. They grab my wrists instead, pinning them to the ground on either side of my head. Her grip is strong, stronger than I expected, and her pace increases immediately.
The shift makes me whimper. The sound escapes before I can stop it.
“You can touch me, Vincent,” Tisha says, her voice dropping to something teasing and cruel. “If you can break my grip.”
I don’t even try. My body goes still beneath her, accepting the restraint like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like this is where I’m supposed to be.
She leans down and kisses me. Her mouth is hot and demanding, her tongue pushing past my lips, and I’m drowning in the sensation of being held down and used and wanted.
My eyes flick to Meira without meaning to. Some part of me is nervous, waiting for anger or jealousy or something to break this moment.
But Meira is watching with fascination. Like this is just foreplay for them.
Tisha’s tongue is in my mouth and her body is wrapped around mine and I stop thinking about it. I kiss her back, letting myself get lost in it.
She moans into my mouth, her hips grinding down harder. Her grip on my wrists tightens to the point of pain, but it only makes everything sharper, more real.
When she finally pulls back, her breathing is ragged. “Gods, Meira, you have to try him.”
Meira’s head tilts, and something shifts in her expression. “You’re making an enticing sale, love.”
Tisha’s movements become erratic, her rhythm breaking into desperate grinding. Her hands release my wrists and suddenly she’s reaching for Meira, her fingers grasping at air.
Meira rises from her rock and rushes over. She leans down and captures Tisha’s mouth with her own.
The sight surprises me.
Two gorgeous elves kissing above me while Tisha rides my length. Their mouths move together with the familiarity of years, and something sparks in my brain that I’ve never really considered before.
Maybe Women kissing is as cool as everybody says it is after all.
Tisha’s body goes rigid. She breaks the kiss for a moment to gasp, her green eyes rolling back as she gyrates on my cock. The sensation of her tightening around me pushes me right to the edge.
“I’m about to cum,” I manage to get out.
Tisha doesn’t stop. Doesn’t lift off me or slow down. She just keeps grinding through her orgasm, taking what she wants, and that’s what does it.
I cum deep inside her and the pleasure rips through me like lightning. My back arches off the towel and I can’t stop the sounds coming out of my throat. Moaning and groaning, completely losing control as my body empties itself into her.
They finish kissing and Meira pulls back slightly, her silver eyes finding me.
“Oh,” she says, and there’s genuine surprise in her voice. “He’s a loud one.”
Tisha is still catching her breath, her weight settled fully on my hips. “He sure is.” She pauses, looking down at me with something like wonder. “He seems to like this way more than I thought he would.”
My breathing is ragged. The post-orgasm haze makes everything feel distant and soft around the edges.
Meira’s gaze travels over me, clinical and assessing. “How do you feel, Vincent?”
“Good,” I manage. My voice comes out rough.
Tisha shifts her hips and I grunt. I’m still inside her, still sensitive, and the movement sends aftershocks through my nervous system.
“Can you go again?” Tisha asks, and there’s hope in her voice.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
Meira’s voice cuts in before Tisha can push. “Now, now, Tisha. Don’t be impatient.” There’s amusement in her tone, but also authority. “I’ve heard human studs take about a day or two to get back in the mood without elixirs or magic.”
The words hang in the air, and I feel Tisha deflate slightly on top of me.
But something sparks in my brain.
“I think if I see you two kiss again,” I say carefully, “that would help me get back into it.”
Meira’s silver eyes lock onto mine, and the look she gives me is over floweing with skepticism. Like she thinks I’m full of shit and have no idea what I’m talking about.
Tisha shrugs, unbothered by Meira’s doubt. Her hand reaches up and catches the back of Meira’s neck, pulling her down for another kiss.
I watch them. Meira keeps one eye cracked open, watching me. Testing whether I was telling the truth or just trying to see a show.
The kiss stays soft. Gentle pecks that transition into something slightly deeper, but still restrained.
Nothing happens. My body stays exactly where it is, tired and spent.
Then Tisha shifts tactics. Her tongue pushes past Meira’s lips, and suddenly the kiss transforms into something hungry and desperate. Meira makes a small sound of surprise that turns into a moan, and her eye finally closes as she gives in to it.
Heat floods through me immediately. My shaft responds before my brain catches up, hardening inside Tisha with embarrassing speed.
Tisha freezes mid-kiss. Her whole body goes still, and I feel her internal muscles clench around me in response.
She breaks away from Meira, her green eyes wide with shock. “Babe, he’s already fully hard again.”
“Really?” Meira’s voice carries genuine disbelief.
Tisha lifts off me slowly, and the cool air hits my erection as it slides out of her. She shifts to the side, gesturing down at my erection like it’s evidence in a trial.
“See?”
Meira stares. Her silver eyes travel from my face down to my cock and back up again.
“Listen, Vincent.” Tisha’s voice pulls my attention away from Meira’s scrutiny. “If this is how you act with clients, you’re gonna be great at this. I mean, people pay whorehouses extra to get men who can even pretend to be that interested.” She gestures down at my erection with something like pride. “And you’re over here making all sorts of sexy sounds.”
“As long as they’re attractive...” I start to say.
Before I can finish the thought, Meira moves.
She drops to her knees beside the towel, and suddenly her face is right next to my cock. I watch her lean down, her silver hair falling forward like a curtain.
She sniffs.
“Meira,” Tisha says, her voice filling with excitement. “This stud is going to make us rich.”
Meira doesn’t respond. Her eyes have gone distant, unfocused, and she leans in closer. Takes another breath, deeper this time.
“What was that, baby?” Meira asks seemingly not listening.
“Does his dick smell weird?”
“No...” Meira breathes in again, and I watch her pupils dilate until they’re blown wide, the silver of her irises barely visible around the edges. “It smells like you.”
Without warning, her mouth is on me.
The heat and wetness hit me all at once. She’s not gentle about it, not tentative. She takes me deep immediately, and the sounds she makes are obscene. Wet, hungry noises that echo in the quiet clearing.
A moan rips out of my throat, surprised and raw.
Tisha’s face lights up with a smile that’s equal parts delighted and aroused.
Meira pulls back suddenly, her lips releasing me with a wet pop. Her breathing is heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Tastes like you too,” she says to Tisha.
“Yeah, I mean...” Tisha starts.
But Meira is already moving. She stands and strips with practiced efficiency, her clothes hitting the grass in a pile. Within seconds she’s completely naked.
“He does look like a good time, doesn’t he, honey?”
Tisha’s expression shifts to excitement. “You’re gonna love it, baby.”
Meira straddles me in one smooth motion, her movements elegant even in her obvious arousal. Her hand wraps around my cock, positioning it, and then she’s sinking down onto me.
She feels different than Tisha. Not worse, not better, just different. Where Tisha was all heat and desperate hunger, Meira is deliberate. She takes me in slowly, inch by inch, her silver eyes never leaving my face.
Her pace is unhurried. Each roll of her hips is controlled, measured, like she’s cataloging every sensation. The contrast makes my head spin.
A smile curves across her lips, and there’s something almost predatory in it.
“Am I to your liking, slave?”
My cock pulses inside her immediately, responding to the casual ownership in her voice.
“You feel so good,” I manage.
Her smile widens. “Good boy.”
The phrase detonates something in my brain. My cock throbs even harder and I watch her eyes flutter at the sensation.
“This is your one and only job,” she continues, her voice dropping to something soft and hypnotic. “Empty your head of any thought. Learn to accept this lifestyle.”
She comes down particularly hard on that last word, driving me deep, and I grunt. The sound is involuntary, pulled from somewhere primal.
“Can I touch you?”
Her movements slow but don’t stop. “You haven’t earned that yet.”
Her hands plant on my chest and she rolls us, flipping our positions with surprising strength. Suddenly I’m on top, but her legs wrap around my waist like steel bands, locking me in place.
“Show me what you can do,” she says, her silver eyes boring into mine. “And I’ll decide if I’m willing to give you more privileges.”
My arms come down on either side of her, bracing myself on the towel. I start thrusting, trying to find a rhythm that works with how tightly she’s holding me.
My eyes drift to her lips.
I try to fuck her harder, putting more force behind each thrust. Her body moves beneath me, taking everything I give her.
She moans, and the sound sends electricity through my spine.
“You want to kiss me, too?”
I nod.
Her hands come up and grab my face, fingers pressing into my cheeks.
“Such a needy little thing aren’t you.”
She pulls me down, her hips still moving with mine, and suddenly her mouth is on mine.
Her tongue pushes past my lips like it owns me. Like she has every right to take whatever she wants.
I whimper into her mouth and she moans into mine, the sounds mixing together.
Meira doesn’t let me breathe. Her mouth stays locked on mine even as my lungs start screaming for air, and when I finally jerk my head back to gasp, her eyes flash with something dangerous.
“I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
Her internal muscles clamp down on my length like a vise. The sudden pressure makes me gasp, pleasure and shock mixing together until I can’t tell them apart.
“I’m about to cum, Meira.”
The smile that crosses her face is evil. Her legs unwrap from my waist and drop to the towel, giving me space to move. But before I can process the freedom, her hand comes up and touches my forehead.
Golden light erupts from her palm, washing over my vision. The energy sinks into my skin, warm and tingling, spreading through my skull like liquid fire.
“That’s right, slave.” Her voice is honey and venom. “Cum deep inside your master.”
The permission feels like a deluge being set free. My hips start moving desperately, chasing the release that’s right there, building at the base of my spine. I’m on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall, and I thrust harder, faster, trying to push myself over.
But nothing happens.
The pressure builds and builds but the release never comes. I keep thrusting, keep chasing something that stays just out of reach, and my brain starts to short-circuit.
Meira laughs. The sound is rich and cruel and delighted.
“Having trouble?”
I’m losing my mind. Every nerve ending is screaming, my body is begging for release, but it’s like hitting a wall I can’t break through. The desperation claws at me from the inside.
“You haven’t made your master cum yet, slave.” Her voice tightens, pleasure bleeding through as I keep moving inside her. Her teeth grit together and she arches slightly beneath me. “Don’t think for a minute I would have ever allowed you to finish before me.”
The realization hits me like cold water. She’s controlling this. That golden magic, whatever she did to my head, she’s holding me right there and not letting me fall.
“Now keep trying your hardest.”
A desperate sound tears out of my throat.
“Yeah, I hate when she does that to me too,” Tisha says from somewhere nearby, and there’s genuine sympathy in her voice.
My hands move on their own. I reach down and grab Meira’s breast, my palm closing around the soft flesh without thinking. Just needing to touch something, to ground myself in some sensation that isn’t this maddening edge.
Meira’s eyes flash. Her hand shoots up and catches my wrist, yanking it away from her body with surprising force.
“No.”
I’m dying. I’m an atom bomb waiting to go off, and she’s holding the detonation switch just out of reach.
My breathing comes in heavy gasps. I’m trying to find some semblance of control, some way to pull myself back from the brink, but my head is swimming with lust so thick I can barely think.
My mouth finds her nipple without conscious decision. I latch on and suck hard, desperate for something to anchor me.
Meira’s hand lands in my hair immediately. Her fingers tangle in the strands and she moans, loud and unrestrained. The sound vibrates through her whole body, and I feel her tighten around my cock.
I keep sucking, keep moving my hips in frantic thrusts, and suddenly she’s cumming. Her whole body goes rigid beneath me, her internal muscles clenching in rhythmic waves that push me even closer to the edge I can’t cross.
Her hand in my hair tightens for a moment, and I think she’s about to pull me off. But she’s cumming too hard, and the grip shifts. Her fingers start threading through my hair instead, gentle now, almost tender.
“Alright, Vincent.”
The golden light pours out of me like mist. I feel it leaving through my pores, dissipating into the air, and suddenly the pressure releases. The wall holding me back crumbles.
Meira’s silver eyes lock onto mine.
“Cum.”
The orgasm tears through me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Every muscle in my body locks up as I empty myself inside her, and the sensation is so overwhelming I think I might cry. I can’t see, can’t think, can’t do anything except feel wave after wave of pleasure ripping through my nervous system with violent intensity.
My whole body shakes. I’m making sounds I don’t recognize, guttural and desperate. The release keeps going, pulsing through me until I’m convinced something inside me has broken permanently.
When it finally stops, I collapse on top of Meira like a puppet with cut strings.
My breathing is ragged. My heart hammers against my ribs so hard I think it might actually explode. Every nerve ending feels raw and oversensitive.
“Holy shit,” I manage to gasp out.
Meira’s fingers are still in my hair, stroking gently now. “That’s what happens when you’re edged properly.”
I can’t form words. My brain is completely offline, reduced to static and aftershocks.
Tisha’s face appears in my peripheral vision. She’s grinning like she just watched the best show of her life. “Gods, Meira. You broke him.”
“He’ll recover.” Meira’s voice is calm, satisfied. Her hand keeps moving through my hair in slow, soothing strokes that make my eyes want to close. “You always do.”
I try to push myself up, to get my weight off her, but my arms are shaking too badly. I manage maybe an inch before giving up.
“Stay there,” Meira says quietly. “It’s fine.”
The permission makes something warm bloom in my chest. I let myself sink back down against her, my face pressed into the curve of her neck.
I’m still trying to remember how to breathe when Tisha’s voice cuts through the haze.
“So how’d you like it?”
Meira’s fingers pause in my hair for a moment. “It was much better than I thought it would be.” Her voice carries genuine surprise, like she’s reassessing something she’d already decided about. Then her tone shifts, going cooler. “Though you did latch onto my nipple without permission, Vincent.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Her fingers resume their gentle stroking through my hair. “I know you didn’t mean to break my rules. You’re just a human after all. It’s not like you knew any better.”
The casual dismissal in that last phrase makes something twist in my chest. Like I’m some kind of animal that can’t be expected to understand proper behavior.
Tisha sighs. “They don’t like it when you talk down to them like that.”
Meira goes very still beneath me.
“Well, I don’t like it when humans hunt my kind for sport and burn our cities down.”
The words are quiet, but there’s venom underneath them. Real anger, barely contained.
My brain stutters over the statement. “What?”
Meira’s hand resumes its stroking, and when she speaks again her voice has softened. “Relax, Vincent. I’m not talking about you.”