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It was an odd quirk of Petrine’s biology that she seemed to be abnormally resistant to the cold, strange and nonsensical in the very same way as her eerily tattoo-like birthmark on her right breast.

Though it was perhaps less strange and nonsensical than some of her other quirks, the fact she looked fifteen years younger than her actual age could be explained away by good genetics, but her uncanny ability to create sparks?

Petrine muttered out a few vicious obscenities under her breath as she leaned back against the brick wall behind her, not quite shivering in the cold December air on the penthouse balcony as she pulled a cigarette from its carton.

She held it between two fingers as she slid the cardboard box back into her jean pocket, bringing the cigarette up to her mouth before cupping her other hand over it and lighting it without a lighter.

That trick was something she had always been able to do, and it rarely came in handy for much else.

Had Petrine been more social and less… herself, growing up then maybe she could have used it for something more, or at the very least found a way to eke out something adjacent to popularity before she had excused herself from school.

Those things though, popularity, societal acceptance, simply being allowed to live rather than having to fight to survive, those were all things that a woman like Petrine would have never been afforded.

No. Those were only for people like the hosts of this insipid ‘family reunion’ she had been invited to, living in a cushy penthouse overlooking Melior.

“Just my fuckin luck.” Petrine muttered bitterly around her cigarette, before taking a long drag.

She was used to the acrid taste at this point, and it had long since stopped phasing her.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the pleasant buzz of nicotine fought back her ringing headache and existential angst, and she pulled the cigarette out of her mouth as she exhaled a mouthful of smoke.

Damn near every one of the people inside that penthouse disgusted her, she had never thought particularly highly of the Ridell-Crimea family, but now…

Now she might have just despised them.

Petrine had been raised by her late single mother, a woman who had quite literally worked herself to death in order to provide for her.

She had never mentioned Petrine’s father, never gone into any detail or offered the slightest hint, save for the obvious pain in her expression and voice whenever Petrine had asked.

Eventually Petrine had stopped asking, and simply expected that she would never know. She had been ignorant of that side of her heritage for nearly forty-six years, until one day, she had received a letter.

It had been a letter of invitation to a Ridell-Crimea family reunion, one apparently spurred on by the new patriarch pouring through familial records, and realizing his predecessor had left a trail of bastards in his monopolistic wake.

And Petrine… apparently she had been one of them.

Her jaw tightened at the thought, the hand not holding her cigarette tightening into a fist.

She had only bothered coming to confirm it for herself, and now, after standing in the same room as these silver spoon leeches who resembled her so, Petrine could in retrospect actually consider her previous ignorance blissful.

This… this was just an insult, an insult to her and her mother’s suffering, an insult to every burden they had braved to simply make ends meet!

And there was nothing Petrine could do about it, nothing but adamantly refuse to accept those people’s pity. It infuriated her to no end.

She gathered a mouthful of saliva and spat onto the patio before shoving the cigarette back into her mouth so she could take another drag.

Her eyes closed again as she shifted more of her weight back against the wall, the Ridell-Crimea’s were a smaller family than she had expected, and yet she could still hear the grating clamoring of their conversations from inside the penthouse.

Most of the noise was far too muffled for Petrine to make up, even with her better than average hearing, but after a few moments one voice called out clearly, right next to the balcony’s sliding door.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, I just need some fresh air.” A woman explained loudly, obviously in response to someone asking where she was going.

Petrine flinched as the sliding door squeaked open, her hair standing on end from the shrill noise.

For as rich as these people were they apparently still couldn’t afford WD-40, or maybe they were just too good for it.

She cracked her eyes open, before sighing at the sight of a young woman stepping out onto the balcony, and she moved to snuff her cigarette out on the metal railing.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to put it out. Thank you though.” The woman murmured politely as she shut the door behind her, surprising Petrine.

Petrine’s lips pulled up slightly as she brought the cigarette back up to her lips, lightly chuckling.

The woman was younger than her, that was for sure, but not young outright. Easily somewhere in her early twenties, maybe even a college graduate.

She was nowhere near as nicely dressed as the rest of her family, and her green hair was far lighter than Petrine’s own.

“Pretty boring party, huh?” The woman continued, chuckling alongside Petrine. She turned to face her, and flashed her a small smile.

Petrine felt the urge to smile back, but swallowed it, not quite willing to play nice with her quite yet.

“Yeah.” She muttered simply, holding her cigarette between her teeth as she spoke.

“There’s something about them I’ve never quite enjoyed. I’m sure you felt it too.” The woman murmured cryptically, looking out across the city as she reached up with one hand to brush her hair back behind her ear.

Petrine’s eyes caught on her heavily pierced right ear, and they narrowed slightly for the briefest moment.

It was heavily pierced save for the lobe, where there was a single small ring.

The woman glanced back towards Petrine, and offered her another smile.

“Look at me, forgetting to introduce myself.” She chuckled, resting her arm on the railing. “My name is Elincia, and according to my father I’m your half niece.”

‘Niece.’

“Better that than my granddaughter.” Petrine muttered bitterly, taking another drag of her cigarette as Elincia giggled.

“Please, you barely look any older than I am.” Elincia laughed, her tone fluctuating slightly.

Petrine looped her right thumb into her pocket as she rolled her eyes, before pulling out the carton of cigarettes.

She glanced to Elincia, and slid it back into her pocket as she shook her head.

“I don’t smoke.” She murmured apologetically, and Petrine nodded.

“It’s better that way.” Petrine muttered, tapping her nails against the box through her pocket.

For a few moments she was afforded a surprisingly peaceful silence, but not so quiet as to drown out the ruckus from the penthouse.

“Your hair is darker than mine.” Elincia commented, filling the silence as she took a small step closer.

Her arm resting on the railing shifted as she moved, her hand sliding across it.

“It is.” Petrine said simply, absentmindedly running her hand through it.

Elincia’s gaze shifted to the side as Petrine brushed her hair back, briefly locking in place.

“It’s pretty, I like your earring as well.” She continued.

Petrine sighed as she shifted her hand to brush her fingers against the red gemstone hanging from her right ear, mindful of not scratching at it with her nails.

“It belonged to my mother.” Petrine explained without thanking Elincia, before freezing.

‘Earring’, singular. An innocuous mistake, or a technically correct statement from someone overly obsessed with proper grammar, but for whatever reason Petrine’s mind lingered on it.

Petrine was only wearing one earring at the moment, just as she often did, but her other ear should have been obscured by her hair.

Elincia reached up with both hands to pull her own hair back into a loose bun, drawing Petrine’s attention back towards the piercing on her right earlobe, as well as the fact her left was conspicuously bare.

She pulled a hair tie off of her wrist before fiddling with the bun some more and bringing her hands back down.

Petrine’s eyes narrowed, and she sighed as she pulled her cigarette from her mouth.

She tapped off the ash and held it between two of her fingers, resting the hand holding it on the railing.

There was maybe one more hit left before it fizzled out, she had wasted most of it on standing there idly.

Standing there idly while Elincia had all but flirted with her.

Elincia glanced down at the cigarette in Petrine’s hand, and then back up to Petrine.

“I’ve never smoked before, what does it taste like?” She asked, seemingly genuinely curious, but also obviously digging for a specific answer.

“Like shit, or rather a mouthful of soot.” Petrine chuckled, pulling her hand off the railing before holding it out. “Wanna see for yourself?”

Elincia’s eyes jumped back down to the cigarette, and Petrine smirked.

She pulled her hand back just a bit, shifting it to snuff out the cigarette.

But then Elincia reached out, taking it from Petrine’s hand.

She brought it up to her lips, and Petrine’s eyes widened.

Elincia’s hand shook as she held the cigarette in place, huffing in a quick inhale before dropping it as she began to cough.

“Now that was stupid of you.” Petrine chuckled, peeling herself up off of the wall.

She stepped forward to crush the cigarette butt beneath her boot, grinding it against the patio to snuff it out completely.

Elincia glanced back up at her, bringing her fist up to cover her mouth as she continued to cough.

Petrine wrapped an arm around her, pulling her away from the railing out of an excess of caution.

Elincia made a small noise, and her face briefly grew pale, but then her cheeks began to darken.

There were tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and Petrine sighed as she swallowed back another retort and moved to wipe them away.

“That really did taste like shit.” Elincia squeaked, and for whatever reason Petrine burst out laughing.

“You get used to it.” Petrine chuckled, tensing slightly as Elincia leaned in closer.

Elincia reached up to brush Petrine’s hair behind her ear on the opposite side, smiling as she revealed her unpierced left ear.

“You’re like me, aren’t you?” Elincia asked softly, her voice shaking.

Her pupils were dilated, and her blush had deepened considerably. Petrine could practically hear her rapidly beating heart, and could hear her deteriorating breath.

“I am, but… I’m apparently also your aunt.” Petrine admitted, without pushing her away.

She could have so easily, but she didn’t.

Her eyes briefly caught on Elincia’s lips, but then she forced herself to look elsewhere. Somewhere else, anywhere else.

So Elincia really had been hitting on her this entire time, and maybe that had even been her reason for stepping out onto the balcony.

“Half aunt.” Elincia corrected lowly, standing up on her toes as she leaned in even closer, and for whatever reason Petrine didn’t stop her.

Her lips were warm against Petrine’s own, still tasting slightly of smoke, and Petrine’s eyes fluttered closed as Elincia kissed her.

It only lasted for a few short moments, but Elincia was still panting when she pulled back.

“You’re so warm, it’s like I don’t need a coat just from being near you.” Elincia exhaled, leaning back in Petrine’s arms.

She squealed as Petrine suddenly pulled her back closer, giggling loudly. She reached up to rest her hands on Petrine’s shoulders and stared up at her longingly.

“You’re so hot.” Elincia husked, and Petrine’s heart skipped a beat at the realization she had been setting that line up. “It’s really not fair.”

Petrine remained silent, unsure of what exactly to say, but her eyes… they wandered back down to Elincia’s lips.

To her full, and impossibly warm, lips.

“There are easier ways to taste my lips than stealing my cigarette.” Petrine whispered, brushing a few strands of Elincia’s hair that had come loose from her bun back behind her ear. “You’ve already found one.”

She slid her hand down the side of her face, gently cupping her cheek.

Elincia pursed her lips as she blinked a few times, her grip on Petrine’s shoulders tightening.

“I have.” She exhaled, her breath briefly catching.

Petrine’s hand shifted again to take Elincia’s chin between two fingers, and she slowly leaned in.

Elincia’s eyes fluttered closed, obviously in anticipation of a kiss, but instead Petrine simply sniffed her lips.

She had expected to smell alcohol on her breath, been looking for some way to excuse Elincia’s actions as anything but what they obviously were.

There was no such excuse to be found though, and Petrine sighed.

“Is something wrong?” Elincia whispered, slowly opening her eyes.

“No, nothing.” Petrine murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against Elincia’s own.

Elincia let out a satisfied hum against Petrine’s lips, pushing her back against the wall.

Petrine gasped as she briefly lost her footing, her eyes widening as Elincia’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

She tensed as she shifted her weight onto the wall for support, only barely swallowing back a small noise as she wrapped her arms around Elincia’s waist.

Had it really been so long?

Maybe it had if she was this out of practice, so off balance as to come undone from a kiss.

One of Elincia’s legs forced its way between Petrine’s thighs, and Petrine moaned into her mouth as her hips jerked forward.

Her eyes rolled back, and she yanked Elincia closer without even meaning too.

Suddenly a knock rang out against the sliding door, and Elincia gasped as she jolted back away from Petrine.

“Elincia, your mother told me you were getting some air. Are you feeling any better?” Ramon called out, perhaps the only other voice in that goddessforsaken family Petrine could recognize.

Petrine groaned as she tilted her head back, leaning it against the bricks.

Her heart was racing, and need eating away at her, outwards from her core.

She was wetter than she would have ever admitted, and obviously more than a bit out of practice. She felt tight, tight wet and warm.

Her hand shook as she reached up to wipe her chin clean of saliva with her arm, and she panted as she watched Elincia do the same.

“Yes father, I’ll be right in!” Elincia responded, flashing Petrine an apologetic look.

Petrine sighed as she reached out to brush away a drop of saliva Elincia had missed with her thumb before patting her on the cheek.

“Don’t tell Ramon I let you smoke.” She chuckled, her heart warming as Elincia smiled. “We can continue this later. This is… hardly the place.”

“I suppose it isn’t, though I’m hardly adverse to public displays of affection.” Elincia giggled, dipping in to quickly kiss Petrine one last time before pivoting on the ball of her foot to fiddle with the door.

Petrine rolled her eyes as Elincia stepped back into the penthouse, smiling slightly as she reached up to feel her still-tingling lips.

She definitely needed another cigarette after all that.

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Elincia was a wreck as she slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, panting desperately as she leaned back against it.

Her legs were shaking so much that they felt on the verge of giving way, and her heart was racing.

She reached up shakily to press her fingers against her lips, her fingers quivering against her sweaty skin.

Petrine’s lips had been there only a minute or two before, pressed comfortably against her own.

They had been so warm, so hot. Felt so right.

Fuck.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Her uncle Renning called out from the other side of the door, obviously concerned.

“No I think some of the hors d’Oeuvres disagreed with me.” Elincia panted, guilt welling up as she lied.

Renning, her uncle, was a good man, stern but kind.

He was caring to a fault, beneath his serious demeanor, and right now Elincia needed him to give her space.

“I see. Take as long as you need then, I’ll make sure no one bothers you.” Renning murmured, and Elincia breathed a sigh of relief as she heard him take a step back. “I’m sure your father has pills somewhere in that bathroom if you need them.”

“I won’t, thank you though!” Elincia groaned, sliding down the bathroom door.

Petrine’s lips had been so warm against her own, tasted so nice despite also tasting of smoke.

And her reactions when Elincia had asserted herself…

Elincia reached up to pull down a thick towel from its hook as her other hand slipped beneath her pants, and her breath caught as her fingers crept lower.

Her body felt as though it were on fire, something deep within her having tightened past the point of pain.

She knew she was wet, she could feel just how wet she was, but when her fingertips grazed against the soaked portion of her panties her heart still skipped a beat.

“Fuck.” Elincia exhaled, covering her mouth with the towel as she shakily spread her lips apart through her panties.

Her toes curled in her flats as her eyes rolled back, and she whimpered against the towel as she pressed her palm against her clit.

“Petrine…” Elincia purred, tilting her head back as her spine arched.

She had to stay quiet so as not to arouse suspicion, to control herself and at the very least make it back to her room without anyone realizing.

Renning knew that she wasn’t falling well, even if he didn’t know why.

One quick orgasm, and then Elincia could shakily walk back to her room without drawing suspicion.

Just… one… quick orgasm.

Elincia clenched her eyes shut tight as she shoved her fingers beneath her panties, whimpering Petrine’s name into the towel.

Petrine grumbled to herself as she squatted down in front of her open fridge, scanning it for anything remotely edible.

Each shelf was even more empty than the last though, and mostly occupied by booze.

Beer, cider, those prissy vodka flasks Titania liked to drink…

“Fuckin cheapskates.” Petrine muttered, shifting back on her toes as she slammed her fridge door shut. “I knew I should have gone shopping.”

The reunion had advertised itself as a lavish dinner that would provide enough leftovers for three days, and for whatever reason Petrine had used that as an excuse to procrastinate.

She had expected a party with the one percent to at least have decent catering, but no, apparently shrimp and lobster were only for poor people pretending to be rich.

All Petrine had seen were an assortment of crackers cheese and odd fruits, as well as a salad bar.

There had been a wine tasting table as well, and that was where Ramon had spent most of the night mingling.

Petrine groaned as she stood back up, reaching beneath her loose shirt to scratch at an itch before stretching her arms above her head.

She leaned back and sighed, before walking across her cramped kitchen to pull open a small cabinet.

Protein bars and protein powder, it wasn’t much but it was something.

Petrine pulled a no doubt stale protein bar from its box, and grabbed the bottle of multivitamins she kept beside it.

Loathe as she was to admit it a breakfast like this wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to her, and it was best to do what she could to avoid malnutrition.

She placed the bar and pill bottle down on her small kitchen table, before freezing as she heard a knock at her apartment door.

Petrine glanced down at her state of relative undress, before rolling her eyes.

Panties and an oversized shirt was nothing Titania hadn’t seen her in before, or that redheaded delivery girl for that matter…

“Coming!” Petrine barked as whoever was outside knocked again.

She grabbed a hair tie off her counter and placed it in her mouth, holding it between her teeth as she pulled her messy hair back with both hands while she walked towards the door.

After a few moments she retrieved it to tie her hair back, and reached for the doorknob.

Petrine cracked the door open and glanced out into the hall, fully expecting to see some variety of sapphic redhead, but instead she saw Elincia, waiting patiently outside her door with a cardboard box in hand.

“Petrine?” Elincia asked, smiling as she clutched the box against her chest.

“Yeah.” Petrine sighed, without opening her door any wider.

“Ok good, I was worried my father had the wrong address.” Elincia chuckled, holding out the package. “He said you left before he could give this to you, and I… volunteered to drop it off.”

She was blushing, and not quite meeting Petrine’s gaze.

In all honesty Petrine didn’t want Ramon’s pity, whatever it was in that box, but Elincia…

Some part of her did still want her.

“You can leave it on the table.” Petrine sighed, nonchalantly inviting Elincia inside as she opened the door the rest of the way.

Elincia nodded, but then her eyes widened.

Right, Petrine wasn’t exactly dressed.

Petrine tensed as Elincia briefly ogled her, undressing her with her eyes without making any attempt to hide it.

Elincia swallowed roughly, and then finally stepped into Petrine’s apartment, her blush far deeper than it was before.

“What is it?” Petrine asked, following behind Elincia with her hand resting on her waist.

“A bottle of champagne from the year of your birth, it’s… a family tradition that the parents save one for when their child comes of age, and my father he… found one for you.” Elincia explained sheepishly, placing the box down on Petrine’s kitchen table.

‘Found’, more like bought.

This pity offering… it was somehow more insulting than Petrine could have ever expected. In a way she could understand how it would be considered sweet to some, but for her ‘long lost’ family to no doubt spend a fortune trying to appease her with a single bottle of booze while she was starving…

At the very least Petrine could sell it, but was she really willing the accept that handout?!

Elincia reached out to press her fingers to the protein bar on the table, and glanced up at Petrine.

“Is this the place?” She asked softly, her cheeks darkening further.

Petrine smirked as she leaned in a bit closer, her hand on Elincia’s hip creeping lower to gently cup her ass.

She wasn’t groping her outright, not yet. Even if she did have plenty of aggression she needed an outlet for.

There was still a chance, however slim, that she was misinterpreting Elincia’s words.

“What was that?” Petrine asked lowly, chuckling as Elincia’s breath caught.

She still had some reservations about… this, whatever it was, but she also couldn’t deny the appeal of defiling that man’s daughter.

Especially when she seemed to want it so badly.

“Last night you said that balcony wasn’t the place, and the food on your table seems… inadequate. Maybe it would be best if you ate me instead.” Elincia stammered, staring up at Petrine with need obvious in her expression.

“Even though I’m your ‘half’-aunt?” Petrine whispered, gently squeezing Elincia’s ass as she teased her.

She knew just how badly Elincia wanted her, but she still wanted to hear it.

“Yes.” Elincia exhaled, her voice briefly shaking, and then growing deeper. “I wouldn’t have masturbated to my thoughts of you last night otherwise.”

Petrine’s eyes widened, and she briefly froze in place.

That-

Had Elincia really?

“After our kiss I rushed to the bathroom so I could cum my brains out on my fingers.” Elincia husked, panting as Petrine remained frozen. “I did it to the look in your eyes when I touched you, Petrine.”

She had done it during the party.

That slut.

Petrine’s grip on Elincia’s ass tightened as she yanked her closer, and Elincia moaned as Petrine slammed their lips together.

Elincia squealed as her hips lurched forwards, her body rutting against Petrine’s mouth in search of more stimulation.

It felt so good, so much better than her fingers and fantasies.

Tears were streaming down her face as moans spilled out from her mouth.  She felt as though she was floating despite being leaned back on Petrine’s bed, each movement of her tongue sending another wave of pleasure crashing against Elincia’s body.

Her head lolled back as she tried to blink her vision clear, whimpering as she glanced back down at Petrine.

Elincia gasped as her eyes met Petrine’s own, and briefly forced them shut before opening them again.

Petrine was laying on her stomach with her head buried between Elincia’s thighs, staring up at her as she ate her out.

Her face was ruined, her makeup from the night before running and her hair messy.

She was so flushed, so… hot.

So… wet.

Her face was soaked with Elincia’s juices, with her… her…

Elincia’s hips bucked upwards as Petrine brushed her nose against her clit, an obscene moan slipping out of her mouth as she felt herself tighten.

“Petrine!” She gasped, squeaking as she felt herself nearing the edge.

Her free hand shot down between her legs, frantically rubbing at her clit while Petrine continued eating her out.

Elincia screamed as she came, her entire body tightening and convulsing as she succumbed to bliss.

She leaned forward as her body curled in on itself, shaking as she Petrine stared into her eyes while fucking her throughout her orgasm.

“How was it?” Petrine asked softly, snuggling up against Elincia beneath a blanket.

She had lost control of herself, and brought the poor thing to far too many orgasms before finally relenting.

Elincia was like a drug, her body so warm to the touch and so responsive, her noises so addicting.

“So… good.” Elincia exhaled weakly, humming a bit as Petrine pulled her closer. “You, were so good.”

Petrine had always thought herself to have more self-control, to be more than she was being right now, but her chance encounter with Elincia at that party had done something to her.

One of her hands slipped down between Elincia’s legs, and her abs fluttered as Elincia let out a small moan.

“That’s a good girl.” Petrine purred, gently tracing small circles around Elincia’s clit.

Her touch was featherlight, barely enough to feel were the skin beneath her fingers not so sensitive, and she smiled as Elincia shuddered.

After a few moments though, a small surge of guilt welled up, and Petrine sighed as she pulled her hand back.

Elincia had been clumsy, eager beyond belief but also far too clumsy. There had been apprehension behind every touch, like she was unsure of what exactly to do with herself.

Like someone inexperienced trying to reenact what they had seen in porn.

“That was your first time, wasn’t it?” Petrine murmured, resting her hand against Elincia’s stomach.

“And if it was?” Elincia asked softly, her tone betraying that it had indeed been.

Losing one’s virginity was a severely overblown and overrated thing, but still, had Petrine known from the start she would have tried a bit harder, or at least been more gentle with her

“Then I’m sorry it wasn’t more special.” She sighed.

“Well I think it was.” Elincia murmured, wrapping her fingers around Petrine’s wrist and slowly guiding her hand back between her legs. “But if you want… there is a fantasy I have, something special that I want to do.”

Elincia hummed to herself as she walked through the disorganized sex shop, pulling Petrine behind her by her hand.

She had always been too afraid to enter a place like this alone, despite being more than older enough. She simply didn’t have enough privacy, either in her personal life or especially at home.

There was no way she could amass a collection of the toys she wanted without one of the maids stumbling across it, but Petrine’s apartment was very notably maid free.

Elincia would pay for the toys and Petrine would hold onto them for her, that was definitely fair.

“What is it exactly that you want?” Petrine asked, looking slightly disgruntled as Elincia turned around to smile at her.

“I’ll know it when I see it.” Elincia chuckled, before turning back around and leading Petrine deeper into the store.

Her eyes caught on a black leather collar being prominently displayed on a shelf, the likes of which Elincia had only seen in very specific types of porn that she so desperately wanted to reenact, and she quickly stole a glance back at Petrine.

It was so easy to image Petrine kneeling at her feet, naked save for that adorable collar wrapped tightly around her throat.

Black did seem to be her color after all.

“What do you think of this?” Elincia asked sweetly, watching as Petrine eyed the collar.

“You want to wear that? I think it would look nice on you.” Petrine commented, obviously unaware of what Elincia actually wanted.

“Sure.” Elincia giggled, deciding to hold onto that surprise for just a bit longer.

Petrine had only been into a store like this a scant few times, and every time with a specific purchase in mind. Elincia though, seemed content to explore.

They had been through nearly every aisle the store had to offer, and amassed a startlingly robust collection of bondage gear in the basket Petrine was carrying.

She hadn’t expected Elincia to be so… open about her kinks as well as… well… everything else.

Elincia was startlingly open though, and Petrine couldn’t help but appreciate her candor.

And she certainly wasn’t averse to tying Elincia up and having her way with her.

Petrine stopped beside Elincia in front of a display case full of dildos of every shape and size, as well as a few that Petrine had only seen online.

“Which one do you want?” Petrine asked warmly, genuinely curious.

“That one.” Elincia said simply, pointing towards a large, but still sized with penetration in mind, horse cock dildo labeled ‘pegasus’.

She… really was open alright.

Elincia giggled to herself as she looked out at the collection of toys spread across Petrine’s bed, smiling as she reached down to pick up a small bullet vibrator.

She slowly turned around to face Petrine, and stepped towards her. She reached out with her empty hand to unbutton Petrine’s jeans, and slide down the zipper of her fly.

“That desperate to serve?” Petrine teased, resting her hand on Elincia’s shoulder.

‘Serve’…

“Petrine…” Elincia began, slipping her hand holding the vibrator beneath Petrine’s panties before switching it on. “You seem to have gotten my fantasy backwards.”

Petrine’s eyes widened, and she gasped out a moan as Elincia pressed the vibrator against her clit.

Her hand shot up to cover her mouth, and her legs bent as she shifted her center of balance.

“You… wanted me, to wear that stuff?” Petrine whimpered, her voice shaking.

“Yes, are you comfortable doing that?” Elincia asked sweetly, turning up the vibrator once Petrine had finally nodded.

Petrine’s entire body tensed as her fingers pressed harder against her face.

Elincia slowly guided her down to her knees, and pulled her hand out of Petrine’s panties.

She wrapped her fingers around the dark fabric and yanked them up, forcing the vibrator against Petrine’s clit, and walked back to the bed as she gasped out a moan.

Elincia smiled as she pulled a pair of leather cuffs from the pile, holding them out for Petrine to see as she walked back.

Petrine panted as she stared up at Elincia, her wrists pulling at the leather cuffs restraining her arms behind her back.

She had expected to be the one tying up Elincia, and yet…

Elincia had still gotten the drop on her, overwhelmed her to a point where she couldn’t even struggle.

And Petrine knew full well that on some level she wouldn’t have even wanted to struggle.

Petrine glanced down at the floor in shame, grinding her thighs together absently as her fingers twitched.

Her breath started to grow more ragged, and then her chest began to heave.

What… was happening to her?

“Keep your eyes on me.” Elincia purred, and Petrine froze.

She slowly looked up at her, flinching as she chuckled.

Elincia reached down to brush Petrine’s hair out of her face, and smiled at her.

She brushed it back behind her ear, and then repeated the motion on the opposite side.

Petrine swallowed roughly as Elincia turned back to grab something from the bed, already knowing what was coming.

She tilted her chin up, obediently bearing her throat, and despite that her breath still caught when she saw the collar in Elincia’s hands.

“Are you still imagining it on me?” Elincia asked innocently, giggling as she wrapped it around Petrine’s neck.

“Wait.” Petrine gasped, panting as Elincia paused. “Stick two fingers beneath it as you tighten it… that’s how you know I can still breathe.”

That was something that they never bothered to show in porn, and something Petrine hadn’t explained because she had expected to top.

Elincia nodded, and obeyed, carefully fastening the collar shut before pulling her fingers out from underneath it.

“That good?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Petrine exhaled, shifting on her knees.

“Thank you for telling me.” Elincia murmured, reaching out to cup Petrine’s cheek. “I… don’t want this to hurt you.”

She knelt down in front of Petrine, and leaned in to brush their lips together.

Petrine’s eyes fluttered closed, and her wrists pulled at their bonds as her hands fought to pull Elincia closer.

“What specifically… did you want to reenact?” Petrine whispered against Elincia’s lips, opening her eyes as they broke the kiss.

“You know the only high budget BDSM porn online, the one with the old guy in every video?” Elincia chuckled.

Yeah, Petrine did. Some things apparently never changed.

“You would think there would be lesbian competitors now.” Petrine sighed, smirking as Elincia giggled.

“Perhaps we could fill that void sometime in the future.” Elincia chuckled, and Petrine’s heart skipped a beat as a spike of need lodged itself in her core.

“Maybe.” Petrine exhaled breathlessly.

“For now though… while you’re nice and defenseless.” Elincia mused, pulling Petrine forward by the ring of her collar. “I want to see you gag on that dildo until I’ve trained your throat to take it.”

Chapter Text

Petrine sighed as she rolled over in her unusually cramped bed, staring up at the ceiling.

One of her arms was asleep, tingling just a bit as Elincia cuddled up against Petrine’s side, her head resting on her shoulder.

The arm Elincia wasn’t leaning on was draped over Petrine, her palm flat against her stomach, and for Petrine’s part… her hand was resting on Elincia’s waist.

Petrine shifted slightly before stopping as Elincia made a small noise and scooted closer to her, sighing again as she blinked a few times before moving her free arm up to cover her eyes.

Of all the positions for Elincia to fall asleep in… and what was she even doing here anymore?

Petrine hadn’t expected Elincia’s overprotective and overbearing silver-spoon parents to let their adult daughter sleep at her apartment for even a single night, much less a full workweek.

And yet here Elincia was, sleeping in Petrine’s arms a full five days after she had dropped off that gaudy bottle of champagne the morning after that farce of a ‘family’ reunion.

Honestly the only thing stopping Petrine from despising every single aspect of that event was the fact she had met Elincia there.

And Elincia… she had a charisma to her, a way of making Petrine do and feel exactly what she wanted her to, and she had somehow managed to singlehandedly make that shitty gathering a bit less shit.

She had also done the same for Petrine’s apartment, helping to cover the cost of groceries without ever saying why.

At this point it was almost as though they were living together, but that…

Petrine scoffed as she rolled her eyes, choosing to home in on the sound of Elincia’s breath rather than her own thoughts.

In and out, over and over again in a slow but mostly consistent manner, just like her pulse.

She was different from her, in the same way Titania and every other ‘normal’ person was.

Petrine could never hope to sleep that soundly, not as the slightest noise was enough to rouse her on a hair trigger.

Listening to the white noise of Elincia’s slumber though, while enjoying the warmth of their embrace no less, it was at least enough to calm her.

Now if only she would rest her head anywhere but on her shoulder.

Petrine parted her lips and mouthed a quick apology before shifting again, sitting up a bit as she pulled her arm out from beneath Elincia and helped her up so her head was on a pillow.

Elincia’s pulse quickened, but she didn’t quite rouse, and Petrine breathed a sigh of relief as she sat up fully and stared down at her sleeping body next to her.

Petrine’s eyes darted towards the digital clock on her nightstand, and sighed as the segmented display well… displayed, ‘2:32am’ using red lines.

Of course she had woken up at the time where she would lose as much sleep as possible if she couldn’t manage to fall back asleep soon.

That was just her luck.

“Petrine?” Elincia murmured groggily, and Petrine’s breath caught as she glanced back towards her.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” Petrine sighed, her gaze wandering as Elincia sat up beside her and rubbed at her eyes.

She was wearing one of Petrine’s old shirts which was just a bit too big for her, and nothing else, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric that was sticking to her sweaty skin in more places than one.

Petrine felt something in her stomach shift, a tingly sort of bounce as though butterflies were rattling around in there.

“Don’t be, I would rather lose a bit of sleep keeping you company than leave you alone all night.” Elincia said sweetly, suddenly sounding much more awake.

Had she really stirred that quickly?

Or… had she been messing with Petrine’s expectations.

It didn’t matter either way, her words still managed to goad Petrine into moving first, and she leaned in to brush their lips together.

As she tried to pull back though, Elincia placed her palms on the back of Petrine’s head, stopping her.

Petrine’s heart skipped a beat as Elincia deepened the kiss, remaining stunned just long enough for Elincia to push her back down against the pillows and move to straddle her hips.

“If you wanted me that badly, you should have woken me up with your fingers.” Elincia panted against Petrine’s lips, sucking in a quick breath before rolling her hips as she resumed the kiss.

Petrine wrapped her arms around Elincia, her fingers digging into her back as she pulled her closer.

Elincia moaned into her mouth, and suddenly Petrine’s hands were shaking.

Petrine gasped as Elincia broke the kiss again, panting as they stared into each other’s eyes.

Or rather, as she stared into Elincia’s eyes. She didn’t know if she could see much of anything right now.

Her cheeks were flushed though, and she was smiling.

“I was dreaming about you, you know.” Elincia said lowly, dragging one of her fingers down through the divot between Petrine’s breasts as she sat back up in her lap.

Petrine’s hands slid down Elincia’s back as her position shifted, and eventually they came to rest on her ass.

“Were you?” Petrine husked, not quite groping Elincia outright.

Not yet.

“I was.” Elincia exhaled, moving her hips back just enough to force her ass into Petrine’s hands. “You were tied spread eagle on this very bed, wearing a strap, and I was riding you, just… like… this.”

She rolled her hips for emphasis, and Petrine’s breath caught.

Her fingers twitched before clamping down on Elincia’s ass, and Elincia’s head fell back as she moaned.

“You’re so strong…” Elincia purred, her back arching. “I want to feel that strength more, for you to be rougher with me, to bruise me.”

Petrine’s eyes widened as something deep within her tightened, and she remained frozen for a few long moments.

But then she sighed.

There was a reason she hadn’t even left Elincia with so much as a hickey, much less bite marks or anything else.

“I want to, but I just… can’t send you home covered in bruises.” Petrine said softly, her grip on Elincia’s ass loosening.

“Oh Petrine…” Elincia whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek. “You won’t have to. I’m so sorry that I forgot to tell you, but I… told my family that I had found a nice apartment in your building, and that you had offered to help me learn to live on my own.”

Petrine’s breath caught, her eyes widening.

That-

Explained everything, why Elincia was still here with her despite her parents not even letting her live her college life in a dorm, why she was buying groceries for the both of them with Ramon’s money…

Why Elincia felt comfortable being so forward with her at all times, without any fear of someone she knew knocking on the door.

That spoiled rich brat!

“You should have asked me first.” Petrine muttered, knowing full well Elincia hadn’t simply ‘forgotten’ to let her know.

This was so startlingly spur of the moment, so shortsighted, so-

“No…” Petrine whispered, slowly sitting up while holding Elincia still in her lap. “You wanted me to punish you for this, didn’t you? That’s why you stayed silent.”

Elincia only smiled in response, and Petrine growled as she pushed her down against the bed.

By the time she was done with her they would both be exhausted enough to fall back asleep.

Elincia hummed to herself as she made her way through Petrine’s apartment, walking across the freshly vacuumed floor with bare feet.

She traced her fingertips down the side of her neck as she made her way to the kitchen, dragging them across the spots where she knew Petrine had left hickeys from staring at them in the mirror until Petrine kicked her out of the bathroom.

So at least fifteen minutes.

Her body was covered in bruises from Petrine’s affection the night before, and Elincia couldn’t have been happier.

Being marked like this, it felt nice in a way she could only partially describe.

It made her feel owned.

If only Petrine’s shower had been large enough for the two of them to wash their hair at the same time, but the fact it wasn’t had also given Elincia the chance to do some much needed cleaning.

Petrine was surprisingly particular about how she liked to keep her surroundings, but over the past few days she had seemingly been too busy brooding and fucking Elincia to do much cleaning.

That was fine though, because Elincia was more than happy to help out around the apartment.

She was living there now after all.

Elincia glanced at the grocery list on the fridge before remembering she had used the last of the salt cooking dinner the night before.

She had never realized just how quickly boiling pasta could eat away at that stockpile before trying to live off of what was in Petrine’s cupboard for a few days.

Instant ramen was pretty good though, at least in moderation. Salty, but good.

There was still the question of how some of her friends from college managed to eat something so salty for almost every meal, but Elincia supposed that maybe they didn’t use the entire seasoning packet.

She pulled the magnetic notepad she had bought Petrine off of the fridge, and grabbed a pen from the nearby junk drawer, careful not to let her wet hair drip water onto the list.

Elincia pushed a few strands that had fallen forward back behind her shoulder as she placed the notepad back on the fridge, and quickly drew a heart at the bottom corner of the page before putting the pen away.

She placed her hands on her hips as she stared at the list, smiling to herself as she glanced down at the junk drawer and quickly closed it.

Speaking of lists, there was the matter of her to do list.

Elincia did need to call her father at some point, her words the night before hadn’t been entirely truthful, and she had exaggerated just a bit to goad Petrine into ravaging her.

What she had told her family, was that she had grown close to her Aunt Petrine during the reunion, and was staying with her for a few days while the two of them looked at apartments for Elincia to move into so she could be more independent.

And be within walking distance of where Petrine lived in case she needed anything of course.

She was a college graduate though, in her mid-twenties, and it had taken the prospect of Petrine being there for her to make her parents finally let go!

There was… more than a little guilt welling up deep inside Elincia for her deception, and she had come clean to Petrine the morning after.

Elincia felt her stomach flutter at the memory, her heart skipping a beat and a breathy noise slipping out from between her lips as she remembered Petrine’s words.

Not Petrine’s words as she tried to help Elincia navigate the situation, but her words after Elincia had expressed a desire to stay with her even after her bruises had healed.

“In that case…” Petrine had whispered, resting her hand on Elincia’s shoulder and leaving it there as she let her words hang in the air for a few long moments before suddenly pulling her closer. “You’re mine now, and I’m not done with you yet.”

She reached up with a shaky hand to press two fingers against her lips, applying some gentle pressure as she let out a dreamy sigh.

Petrine…

Elincia’s other hand crept lower, her fingers slipping between her legs as she applied more pressure to her lips.

She had already masturbated in the shower, already screamed Petrine’s name loud enough for her to hear as she had her way with herself using the removable showerhead, but it didn’t feel like enough.

Not now, as she thought about the things she wanted Petrine to do to her, and the things she wanted to do to Petrine.

“Petrine…” Elincia exhaled needily, before squealing as someone grabbed a tight handful of her wet hair and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“You called?” Petrine husked, tugging on Elincia’s hair to pull her head back and force her to bear her throat.

She had obviously snuck up on Elincia while she was… distracted, but as for how long she had been watching for…

Elincia’s eyes widened as Petrine reached around her with her free arm, pressing her palm flat against her stomach and pulling her closer.

“I…” Elincia stammered, panting as Petrine’s hand slowly crept lower.

Her mind went blank as Petrine’s hand slid between her legs, moving to cup her pussy through the lacy panties she was wearing beneath the oversized shirt she had borrowed from Petrine.

“You’re wearing lingerie?” Petrine chuckled headily, purring a bit as Elincia’s hips bucked forwards.

“For you… yes…” Elincia moaned, smiling.

She had ordered this set of underwear specifically for the purpose of goading Petrine into pouncing, alongside a select few other things…

Petrine made a ‘tsk’ sound with her mouth as she spread Elincia’s lips apart through her panties, teasing her entrance through the fine fabric.

But then she pulled her hand back, and released Elincia’s hair.

“Show me.” Petrine said simply, and Elincia could only whimper.

She slowly turned around, blushing as she reached down to pull her shirt up, and reveal her lacy panties in full.

Her grip on her shirt tightened as Petrine chuckled deeply, her hands beginning to shake.

Petrine took a step forward, and gently kicked Elincia’s legs apart.

Elincia swallowed roughly before obeying, widening her stance as Petrine ogled her.

She remained as still as she could as Petrine stepped around her, before slowly leaning forwards. She placed her palms flat on the kitchen table as she stood up on her toes, her legs shaking as she gave Petrine a perfect view of everything.

“That’s a good girl.” Petrine purred, palming at Elincia’s ass. “They look good on you, it’s a shame you tried to hide them.”

Elincia’s eyes widened at Petrine’s words, and her pulse quickened.

She slowly stood back up, and crossed her arms as she reached down to grab her shirt again before pulling it up and off in one fell swoop like the strippers she had seen online.

The shirt slipped out of Elincia’s hand as she sheepishly turned around to face Petrine, falling to the floor below.

Elincia glanced up at Petrine with a sidelong gaze, not quite able to meet her eyes.

Petrine smiled hungrily as she raked her gaze up Elincia’s body, before quickly glancing towards the door.

“Fuck.” She hissed, moments before someone knocked on the door, and she quickly pulled out a chair for Elincia to sit in and picked her shirt up off the ground. “Put that back on.”

Elincia nodded, and obeyed, anxiety mounting as Petrine stepped towards the door.

That anxiety though, was eased somewhat as the person on the other side of the door spoke, and Elincia didn’t recognize her voice.

“Hey Petrine, I’m here for a wellness check. I brought you a six pack.” A woman called out, with what seemed to be genuine care in her tone.

Only then did Petrine reach out to unlock the door, twisting the knob and cracking it open just a bit.

“Sorry Titania, it’s been a busy week.” Petrine sighed, glancing over her shoulder at Elincia before opening the door the rest of the way.

Elincia’s eyes widened at the sight of a woman even taller than Petrine, if only just barely, with long fiery red hair tied back in a braid.

She was beautiful, and her name… apparently it was Titania.

Titania leaned in to quickly kiss Petrine on the cheek before stepping into the apartment, freezing in the entryway as her eyes met Elincia’s own.

“So that’s why you’ve been even more unresponsive than usual.” Titania chuckled, leaning back against the wall as she looked back to Petrine. “I never knew you liked girls who looked so much like you.”

“Neither did I.” Petrine muttered, taking the container of beer out of Titania’s hand before placing it down on the ground.

She sighed as she stood back up, and Elincia felt a bitter pang of jealousy as Petrine briefly pressed her lips against Titania’s own.

That… was… not something she considered, that Petrine might already have someone.

“She looks young too, is she a college student?” Titania asked lightly, and Elincia opened her mouth to respond.

But then Petrine beat her to it.

“A graduate, though in what I haven’t asked.” Petrine explained, shifting slightly as she brushed her bangs back.

Now that she mentioned it… Elincia had never mentioned her major in political science and law.

It had just never come up.

But now… Elincia couldn’t help but feel as though mentioning it would only make her look meek and needy. Which she was at the moment, but still.

“Damn Petrine, I didn’t know you still had it in you!” Titania laughed, shooting Elincia a quick wink that made her heart flutter. “Look at her blush, a pretty thing like her is way out of your middle-aged league.”

“Yeah yeah, says the one bringing me beers at ten in the morning.” Petrine muttered, not biting back anywhere near as hard as Elincia had anticipated.

They had definitely known each other for a long time, maybe even since they were in college.

And that meant Titania had a bigger head start on Elincia than she had realized.

Maybe… it would be alright to appear needy, if only to assert herself. She could definitely find a way to be cute and endearing about it.

Elincia swallowed before standing up from her chair and making her way to Petrine’s side in order to gently tug on her sleeve, despite the fact she was only a few inches shorter than her.

“Careful, I think you’re making her jealous.” Titania teased, winking at Elincia again before looking at them both one last time.

And then her eyes widened.

“Wait…” She murmured, looking between Petrine and Elincia again before smiling as her tone jumped back to flirtatious and teasing once more. “Oh Petrine… you didn’t…”

Did… she know about the reunion?

“I didn’t, she did.” Petrine explained, reaching behind Elincia to rest her hand on her waist.

Titania raised an eyebrow, and Elincia squeaked as Petrine lightly squeezed her hip.

“No… she’s right. I seduced her.” Elincia admitted, her breath catching as Titania took her chin in hand.

Her skin was warm, though not quite as warm as Petrine’s, but still… being touched like this, so possessively by the both of them…

It was doing things to her.

Titania… Petrine seemed to trust her, in general and with this secret. That made Elincia feel safe, as though she could trust her as well.

It actually felt like a bit of a relief that someone else knew the truth.

“And you’re… the wife of the man who invited Petrine?” Titania asked lowly, handling the words carefully as though she knew it was a loaded question, and an irrational one based on what she already knew.

Elincia shook her head, and Petrine tensed slightly, as though she had unknowingly stumbled into some kind of trap.

“His daughter?” Titania gasped, in what was obviously faux shock. “Your niece Petrine, really?”

“Half niece.” Elincia corrected, just as she first had on the balcony, and Titania laughed.

“Right.” She chuckled, finally releasing Elincia’s chin as she shot Petrine a blatantly knowing look. “It seems like we have some catching up to do.”

Chapter Text

Petrine’s apartment was as cramped as it was sparsely furnished, but it also had a few idiosyncrasies.

A removable shower head nicer than any other fixture in the small bathroom, and some kitchen appliances far more specialized and expensive than Elincia would have ever expected in an apartment so small.

There was also a couch, which took up a good bit of space but also seemed to go mostly unused.

In Elincia’s week of living alongside Petrine neither of them had sat on it once, at least not until now.

Now though,  she was sitting on the couch in between Petrine and Titania, her heart racing as she held onto tight handfuls of the oversized shirt she was wearing, her knuckles shaking against her thighs.

Elincia swallowed as she listened to Petrine recount their chance encounter on the penthouse balcony, only barely managing to stop her thighs from rubbing together.

She had already came to the memories of that night so many times at this point, practically training herself to become more and more aroused from thoughts about it.

To become more and more aroused on command.

“So she really did seduce you…” Titania mused, and Elincia glanced her way just in time to see her draping an arm over the back of the couch as she leaned in close.

Elincia squeaked as her heart skipped a beat, her already flushed cheeks growing hotter as Titania’s other hand landed on her thigh.

Titania was only barely squeezing her, but her strength was still obvious. She was just like Petrine, tall and well built.

Tall, well built, and beautiful.

And she also thought herself to be in control, even when she wasn’t.

It was Elincia who leaned in the rest of the way, pressing her lips against Titania’s and pushing her down against the arm of the couch before she could recover.

She forced one of her legs between Titania’s own, lodging her knee firmly against her crotch as she grabbed her collar.

Elincia was left panting as Petrine pulled her back by her hair, but a wave of satisfaction washed over her at the look of surprise on Titania’s disheveled face.

“So that’s how she did it.” Titania exhaled, smirking as Petrine chuckled lowly.

“More or less.” Petrine said lightly, still holding onto Elincia by the roots of her hair.

Elincia grunted as she was forced up to a kneeling position, her spine arching as Petrine pulled her head back.

Her chest heaved as she continued panting, staring down defiantly at Titania.

Titania stared at Elincia for a few long moments, before glancing to Petrine as she sat up.

“I’m surprised you haven’t trained that fight out of her yet.” She commented, her tone teasing and yet also hungry.

Trained?

Elincia felt herself tighten at the tight, a breathy noise slipping out from between her lips.

“That would just be a waste.” Petrine chuckled lowly, tugging on Elincia’s hair and forcing her to moan. “Her brattiness makes it even more special when she actually behaves.”

“And yet she looks so good when she’s on her knees… maybe that’s why.” Titania purred.

“The fact she’s gorgeous certainly helps.” Petrine husked possessively, and Elincia felt as though she might faint.

Petrine was far more affectionate than Elincia had expected based on their initial encounter, and surprisingly soft beneath her rough exterior, but she was also quite reserved when it came to giving compliments.

Much less in a way that was so clearly her staking her claim, she usually used aggression for that. Passive or otherwise.

Elincia fell limp on her knees, held up only by Petrine’s grip as she struggled to meet Titania’s gaze.

She felt… so hot, so needy… so desired.

These beautiful older women… they both wanted her.

And Elincia, she wanted them.

Petrine’s free arm snaked sound Elincia, her palm coming to rest on her stomach.

The touch was enough to make Elincia whimper, and her eyes widened as Titania smiled.

“You’ll behave for our guest, won’t you?” Petrine whispered into Elincia’s ear, her casual acknowledgment of the fact they were living together now making her head spin.

Behave… yes, Elincia could do that.

“Yes.” She exhaled, watching as Titania reached down to begin undoing her belt.

“Good, that’s good.” Petrine mused, before sighing. “And you’re sure you want this?”

Yes, Elincia was. She really was.

She didn’t just want this, she needed it.

To feel the warmth of these two beautiful bodies as she was trapped between them, to be ravaged in ways she had only ever seen in porn, and most importantly…

Elincia needed to stake her claim over Petrine.

“I am.” She panted, her breath deteriorating as Titania shifted, and the bulge in her jeans shifted with her.

Elincia… she had just assumed that it had been because of Titania’s pants, jeans did that when you were sitting in them, it was hardly even worth noticing.

But what she just saw… it almost looked like…

“Were you her first?” Titania asked quietly, and Elincia lost her train of thought.

Her tone was… different, serious and devoid of hunger, but genuine all the same.

“I was, yeah.” Petrine murmured, just a bit of smugness clear in her voice.

“I thought so. Well, if she’s never seen a cock in person I guess I’ll also be her first, in a way.” Titania said lightly, before becoming serious once more. “Is that something you’re comfortable with Elincia?”

Petrine’s grip on Elincia’s hair tightened possessively, and her palm pushed down harder on her stomach.

Elincia gasped without even really meaning to, but she was just as focused on Titania’s words as Petrine’s touch.

A… cock? Like a penis? Elincia had known that some women had one, but… she had no experience with that.

Though, she had also had no sexual experience with another woman before Petrine.

“Yes.” Elincia said breathily, and only then did Titania finally pull off her belt.

Petrine held Elincia still as Titania undid the button of her jeans and then the zipper, sliding a hand down beneath her panties before pulling her cock out.

Elincia’s eyes widened as Titania’s hand slid down her cock to spread her fingers apart on either side of the base, revealing everything.

It sagged slightly as she let it hand in the air, framing it with both her fingers and the undone zipper of her jeans. It probably wasn’t even hard yet, at least not fully, but it was… so big.

So… big, and thick, so much more-so than Elincia would have ever expected.

Her pulse quickened as she watched it slowly grow straighter and more rigid, as well as somehow becoming longer and thicker as well.

If that was Titania’s cock, thick, veiny, and larger than many of the dildos Elincia had seen at the sex shop, then her balls…

“D’aww she’s blushing up a storm.” Titania teased, and Elincia squeaked as her heart skipped a beat.

Her cock bounced slightly as she laughed, causing Elincia to quickly swallow a mouthful of saliva.

She… liked them big, sue her. There was a reason she had picked out a horsecock dildo before.

“I know.” Petrine muttered, almost seeming… jealous.

So Elincia wasn’t the only one…

She had promised to behave, but now, after Petrine had expressed that weakness, she wasn’t so sure. Surely lavishing Titania with attention and worship would still be behaving, right?

It just so happened that it would also goad Petrine into spitefucking Elincia out of jealousy, ruining her while Titania watched in order to truly stake her claim.

That was the single best outcome Elincia could think of.

“It looks like she’s in love with it, that makes you the only one who isn’t.” Titania chuckled headily, the latter part of her comment obviously directed at Petrine.

“It has it’s uses, just like your smart mouth, but I still gag that don’t I?” Petrine muttered back, and Titania smirked in lieu of a response.

Elincia watched as Titania shifted from presenting her cock to actually wrapping her fingers around it, and giving it a few slow strokes.

There had been a warm and wet heat coiling within Elincia this entire time, growing tighter with each passing moment, but now it was scalding.

She shakily reached out with both of her hands, before freezing as Petrine’s hand on her stomach slipped beneath her shirt and then her panties.

Elincia gasped out a moan as Petrine moved to cup her pussy beneath her hand, teasing her lips with a single finger as her palm brushed against her clit.

Titania kept stroking her cock, maintaining the same languid pace, and Elincia’s hands shook in the air before falling back to her side.

Was she… supposed to watch?

Surely not.

Elincia sucked in a quick breath to build up her nerve before leaning forward, but grunted as Petrine pulled her back by her hair.

“What… are you doing?” She panted, her chest heaving as Petrine continued teasing her, and then Titania began to stroke her cock faster. “Wait!”

Titania didn’t stop  though, or even slow her pace, and as Elincia opened her mouth to beg she was instead silenced by Petrine slipping a finger inside of her.

Her eyes widened as she watched Titania masturbate to the sight of her, further need welling up within Elincia as her hips bucked against Petrine’s hand.

“This is what you need, isn’t it?” Petrine whispered headily into Elincia’s ear, taking her time to stretch her out before slipping a second finger inside her. “Titania is watching me do this to you, and she’s getting off to it. You love that, don’t you?”

Elincia’s eyes widened, her lower lip quivering as she struggled to process Petrine’s words through the pleasure she was feeling.

Was that… actually why she felt this good?

Not because she was watching Titania, but because she was being watched, and watching Titania get off while watching her?

Elincia exhaled shakily as the realization lodged itself deep within her core. Petrine… she was right.

“Yes…” She whimpered pathetically, and only then did Titania finally moan.

It was a soft, breathy sound, and she suddenly began stroking her cock even more furiously, her hips canting back and forth.

Elincia watched helplessly as Titania stroked herself to orgasm, each moan that slipped out of her mouth and each rope of cum that shot out from her cock going straight to Elincia’s core.

She felt the impact of each and every one, her pleasure mounting further and further as she watched Titania cum to her being fucked as though she were just a porn video.

Petrine spread her fingers apart before slipping a third in, and curling all of them just right.

Elincia had been teetering on the edge, but now she had been shoved over it and into the pit of pleasure below.

She screamed out a shrill moan as her body spasmed, tears streaming down her face as Petrine continued fucking her throughout her orgasm.

The burning need within her tightened past the point of breaking, and pleasured sobs spilled out from Elincia’s lips as her vision blurred and she saw stars.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss Petrine pulled Elincia back into her lap, wrapping her arms around her as she held her close.

Elincia’s head lolled forward a bit, and she fell limp in Petrine’s arms, panting as she tried to catch her breath.

That… had felt good, really really good.

Fuck.

And this embrace, it somehow felt just as good if not better.

“Sorry about your couch.” Titania said lightly, as though she had just spilled water as opposed to cumming all over it.

“It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. Just make it up to me with something other than words.” Petrine sighed, pulling Elincia closer as she shifted her legs up onto the couch, placing her feet on Titania’s clothed chest.

Elincia blinked a few times to clear her vision the rest of the way, and to her surprise Titania took one of Petrine’s feet in hand and began massaging it.

Petrine pulled her other foot back, and used it to pin Titania’s cock against her stomach through her shirt.

Elincia squeaked as Titania’s breath caught, her eyes widening as she watched her submit to Petrine so readily.

There was no fight, no teasing, just subservience.

That… affected her more than it should have, as did seeing the cock she had been so focused on pressed helplessly beneath Petrine’s foot.

It looked smaller now, frail and less impressive, almost… pathetic.

Was that something Elincia would be able to do as well? Break someone’s resolve in such a way and force them to submit?

Could she do it to Petrine?

Maybe, but for now all she could do was watch.

“I think she’s enjoying the show.” Titania chuckled, her tone growing breathier and more strained as Petrine stepped down harder on her cock, teasing the head with her toes.

A small moan slipped out from Titania’s mouth, and her cheeks darkened ever so slightly.

“A bit more pressure.” Petrine mused languidly, and Elincia watched as Titania obeyed, pressing down harder on her foot as she continued massaging it.

Her blush deepened a bit more, seemingly in response to Petrine mostly ignoring what she had said.

To think such a strong and well-endowed woman was so vulnerable to humiliation, and being treated like an object.

Petrine and Titania were obviously both tops with exceptions, but Titania was currently buckling.

And Elincia… she was a switch, and she could help with that.

“I am enjoying the show.” Elincia murmured headily, winking at Titania before turning around in Petrine’s lap and hiking up her oversized shirt.

She pulled it over her head and threw it down onto the floor, undoing the hooks of her lacy bra before removing that as well, and finally resting her hands on Petrine’s shoulders.

Petrine’s eyes immediately darted down to Elincia’s chest, before jumping back up to her face.

“Seeing you like this… it gets me so hot.” Elincia gushed, forcing herself to moan as she spoke before rolling her hips in Petrine’s lap and wiggling her lingerie-clad ass for Titania’s enjoyment.

Her grip on Petrine’s shoulders tightened, and she crashed their lips together before Petrine could respond.

For her part Petrine seemed to understand what Elincia was doing perfectly, and she grabbed tight handfuls of her ass instead of wrapping her arms around her, obscuring even more of it from Titania’s vision as the very tips of her fingers slipped beneath Elincia’s panties.

Elincia broke the kiss to moan, tilting her head back as she arched her back.

“Petrine…” She purred, smiling as Titania’s breath caught.

This really was too easy, especially for how fast Elincia was learning.

After this… Petrine might never stand a chance against her again.

Save for the times Elincia wanted her to, of course.

Petrine’s grip on Elincia’s ass tightened, her fingers clamping down as she roughly groped her, and Elincia let out a moan that wasn’t at all for show.

Elincia glanced over her shoulder as Titania grunted, and her eyes widened at the realization Petrine was teasing her cock with both of her feet now.

One was focusing the head and the other the shaft, and Titania was panting.

She looked so desperate, so needy, and it was for Petrine’s feet of all things.

And also for Elincia herself.

Elincia smiled as she parted her lips, mouthing out a few words of encouragement to Titania before winking again, just as she had taught her.

She watched as Titania’s hips jerked upwards, and then as she grabbed hold of Petrine’s ankles, forcing her feet together around her cock as she began thrusting to fuck the space between them.

‘Good girl.’ Elincia mouthed, fully intending to keep her nonverbal promise of letting Titania fuck her raw if they could both turn the tables on Petrine.

And that was all but guaranteed to come to pass, given how weak for her Petrine truly was.

Elincia shifted back in Petrine’s lap, planting her knees on either side of her as she wrapped her legs around each of Petrine’s own before she could try and struggle, using her feet to lock them in place as best she could.

“You…” Petrine warned, before falling silent as Elincia’s hands crept up from her shoulders to wrap around her throat.

Elincia smiled as she shushed her, shifting to lightly choke Petrine with one hand as she pressed her finger against her lips with the other.

“Surely this is alright, Titania’s still getting off using your feet, isn’t she?” Elincia cooed, pressing down harder on Petrine’s lips as they briefly began to part. “That’s what I thought.”

What a good girl, falling silent when ordered to.

Elincia would have to reward her later.

“I’m beginning to see how she managed to have her way with you.” Titania muttered, grunting as she fucked Petrine’s feet, and Elincia giggled.

She was humiliating the both of them, and it was so easy.

So easy in fact, that she briefly let her guard down, and while the satisfaction of her current position was both going to her head, and straight to her core, Titania pounced.

Elincia’s eyes widened too late at the realization Petrine was the only one she was physically restraining, and she gasped as Titania’s arms wrapped around her from behind.

Petrine’s hands shot up to grab Elincia’s wrists and shove them behind her back, and Titania took them in both hands, pulling them together before shifting to hold them with one hand, and using her other arm to wrench Elincia from Petrine’s lap and pull her into a chokehold.

Elincia grunted as she was forced to kneel on the couch, tilting her chin up and sputtering as she tried to avoid being smothered by Titania’s bicep.

Fuck.

Fuck!

“You promised me you would behave.” Petrine whispered, cupping Elincia’s cheeks with both hands before leaning in to kiss her, and then whisper against her lips. “But then you went and tried to play the both of us…”

“You did a damn good job of it too.” Titania chuckled, tightening her grip as Elincia briefly tried to struggle.

“Careful. She’s not choking you yet, but that can change.” Petrine husked, and Elincia swallowed roughly.

She had gotten her moment of control, but in doing so she had gone from just being at Petrine’s mercy to Titania’s as well.

Elincia… she had no choice but to submit to the both of them, and accept whatever punishment they levied upon her. Which did sound like a good time…

But being punished even more severely sounded like a better one.

If Elincia was going to lose…

Well, it wouldn’t be by any half margin.

Chapter Text

Petrine had always known what she enjoyed in the bedroom, and how to make another woman scream from both pain and pleasure.

In the past, Titania had somehow convinced her to attend a kink event, or two, alongside her, and Petrine still had no idea why the hell she had even accepted that offer.

For as good as she looked dressed in leather and latex, with a spanking crop in hand, and for as good as it felt breaking woman after woman in front of a crowd, she rarely if ever felt the urge to go back.

She did still have the gear though, and Petrine smiled as she looked over Elincia’s bound body, admiring her handiwork.

For as nice as the toys she and Elincia had bought together were, they were few in number, and amateurish as far as restraints went.

They simply weren’t enough, not right now.

Not when Petrine wanted Elincia restrained in a very specific way.

For her part Elincia was glaring up at Petrine defiantly, or at least as a muzzled bitch could.

Her soaked and ruined fancy panties had been balled up and shoved into her mouth, and though Elincia had resisted there was only so long a woman could go without gasping for breath after someone pinched their nose shut.

After that Petrine had forced a leather panel gag against Elincia’s lips, locking her panties in her mouth and silencing her while simultaneously forcing her to taste herself.

She wore no blindfold, yet, though Petrine had a leather one picked out for when she was ready to take away Elincia’s sight.

Elincia had been forced to kneel on the ground at the foot of Petrine’s bed, her wrists firmly tied to the top of the posts on either side of her, forcing her arms up and out as she knelt.

And the fact Petrine and Titania had frogtied her helped to keep her kneeling.

Elincia’s calves had been bound to her thighs, and her ankles to the opposite bedposts to force her legs open, revealing the metal chastity belt she was now wearing in full.

“I’m surprised you kept that.” Titania mused, her eyes obviously having crept to the very same place Petrine’s had.

“It was expensive, alright?” Petrine muttered, thinking better of glancing Titania’s way as she addressed her.

She was dressed in a similar manner to Petrine herself, wearing dark thigh-high boots with a thin heel alongside a corset that did nothing to cover her breasts and gloves that almost reached her shoulders.

Everything she wore was made of black leather, and since she had gone to get dressed first while Petrine held Elincia still, and made sure she consented, she had left Petrine with the other copy of the same outfit.

The one made from black latex.

Honestly it was a wonder the both of them still shared a size after all these years, but Petrine quickly decided not to dwell on that.

She reached behind Elincia to pull more supplies off the bed, and handed half off them to Titania.

The two of them knelt down before setting about taping vibrators to Elincia’s thighs and breasts, before finally putting clamps on her nipples.

A thin chain ran between the two clamps, and Elincia went rigid as Petrine and Titania attached them in unison, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

She quickly started to shake, her chest heaving as muffled whimpers slipped out from beneath her gag, and her hands tightened into fists.

“Can you take the pain?” Petrine whispered, resting a hand on Elincia’s shoulder, and only standing back up once she had nodded.

“All good?” Titania asked, picking the final item they had brought out up off of the bed, a leather collar.

But it wasn’t for Elincia, or any normal collar.

“Yeah.” Petrine exhaled, reaching up behind her head to pull her hair back.

Her pulse quickened as Titania stepped closer, shock collar in hand, and Petrine closed her eyes.

Loathe as she was to admit it, submitting like this in front of Elincia and worshipping Titania’s cock in her stead was probably one of the best ways to punish her. To really make her feel the weight of her chastity belt in a way that Petrine railing Titania with a strap just couldn’t.

Not when Elincia obviously wanted her cock so badly.

Petrine took a deep breath as Titania wrapped the collar around her throat, the leather of Titania’s gloves just a bit rough against her skin as she slipped two fingers beneath the collar before tightening it.

Come the next scene, where Elincia was finally allowed release, she would be back in control. It still felt as though Petrine were losing a contest to Titania though.

The competitive nature of deciding who got to top in their younger years had certainly left its mark on her.

“You look good like this.” Titania said softly, gently tugging on the ring attached to Petrine’s collar. “Maybe I should bind your wrists as well.”

Perhaps it had left its mark on both of them.

Bound wrists would impede her ability to intensify Elincia’s denial, and Titania knew that.

But she also knew that Petrine couldn’t say that aloud without breaking character in a way that would jeopardize the play.

No… all Petrine could do was submit.

“Don’t, I’ll behave.” Petrine murmured sheepishly, her cheeks heating as Titania swallowed.

“Prove it.” Titania husked, and Petrine’s fingers twitched as her breath caught.

She knelt down slowly in front of Titania, mindful of not losing her balance, and glanced at her thick cock just in front of her.

Petrine swallowed, and briefly hesitated, not wanting to submit entirely without a fight.

“Don’t get the wrong idea.” Petrine muttered, before grunting as the collar shocked her.

Pain radiated outwards from the side of her neck, and she was left panting as she gave in, which was definitely for show, reaching up to wrap her fingers around the base of Titania’s cock.

But then she pulled her hand back, and reached up to palm the head, covering her glove in pre before moving back down the shaft.

She took Titania’s heavy balls in her free hand, taking a moment to feel their weight before beginning to massage them, and leaning in the kiss the very tip of Titania’s cock.

Suddenly Petrine heard a click, followed by buzzing, and Elincia’s needy mewls grew louder.

Petrine’s breath caught, and she inhaled sharply without even meaning to, her eyes immediately widening as her heightened sense of smell was overwhelmed by Titania’s sweat and arousal.

Something within her shifted before then tightening, and as Petrine wrapped her lips around the head of Titania’s cock, her other hand fell away from her balls, and slowly moved between her own legs.

It had been too long since Titania had gotten to fuck Petrine’s throat like this, listening to the sounds of her furiously masturbating as she moaned around her cock.

Titania still held the remote to Petrine’s shock collar in one hand, just in case she decided to use her teeth, but the other was buried in her hair, holding Petrine’s head still as she thrust into her mouth.

She really had intended to let Petrine decide the pace, but the moment that naughty little hand of hers had slipped between her legs all bets were off.

If Petrine got to fuck herself, then Titania got to fuck her, and surprisingly enough, Petrine now seemed to have a much more well-trained throat than the last time they had done this.

Titania would have to thank Elincia for that later.

Speaking of…

Titania glanced over to Elincia as she held Petrine’s face against her crotch, forcing her cock as deep as it could go and plugging up her throat.

There were tears streaming down Elincia’s face as she knelt despondently on the ground, positioned in perfect view to watch Petrine finger herself from behind while seeing none of Titania’s cock.

Her body was slouched forward, as though her bonds where the only things holding her up, and her chest was heaving, her breasts quivering and bouncing with her every breath.

And as she squirmed.

Titania’s grip on Petrine’s hair tightened as she yanked her back to allow her to breathe, admiring her ruined makeup.

Trails of mascara were running town from Petrine’s eyes, and her dark makeup had stained much of Titania’s cock.

Petrine sucked in a quick breath through her nose as Titania waited a few moments, before gasping as she was pulled the rest off the way off Titania’s cock.

It slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop sound, and Petrine’s fingers wrapped around its base inadvertently caused it to smack against her face with an equally wet thud.

Petrine’s breath caught audibly, panting as Titania’s cock rested atop her ruined face, and as Titania’s finger hovered over the button to activate her collar.

She was still fingering herself though, and Titania couldn’t help but smile.

“Stay on your knees, and turn around.” She whispered headily, releasing Petrine’s hair. “Keep touching yourself too.”

Petrine glanced up to the remote in Titania’s hand before obeying, shifting to kneel on her toes facing Elincia with her legs spread, one hand between her legs and the other braced against the ground behind her as she continued masturbating.

Titania stood just behind Petrine, and watched as Elincia’s teary eyes widened, her gaze catching on Petrine’s soaked and makeup-stained face before jumping to Titania’s cock, covered in her black lipstick.

Elincia’s cuffed hands shook as she spread the condom she had been given out across Titania’s still hard cock, her breath catching at its warmth as she felt it throb through the thin layer of latex.

This had been Petrine’s single rule, that Titania wore a condom, and despite being more than slightly disappointed Elincia was still fine with that.

Her face and hair were still sticky with Titania’s seed after she had stood in front of Elincia and stroked herself to orgasm, cumming all over her face while Petrine washed her own.

That was close enough.

When Petrine got back they had removed all of the gear she had previously been tortured in, save for the vibrators, and replaced them with the cuffs and collar Elincia had bought with Petrine before helping her onto the bed.

Her cuffs were attached to the metal ring on her collar with a length of chain just short enough to make touching herself impossible, but also long enough to allow Elincia to comfortably rest her hands on her stomach.

It took a few long moments of effort to peel her hands away from Titania’s cock, but its warmth was quickly replaced by Petrine’s as Elincia crawled into her arms.

Elincia enjoyed the embrace until her patience waned, before turning around to sit in between Petrine’s legs, her back resting against Petrine’s chest.

She obediently spread her legs without being told, but her breath still caught when Petrine hooked her legs  around them in order to force them open.

Not that Elincia had any intention of closing them.

“Deep breaths.” Petrine whispered, her arms wrapping around Elincia as she guided her to lean back against her.

Elincia did her best to obey, but as Titania moved forward on her knees, she found it impossible to relax, especially when she rested her cock on top of Elincia’s stomach, showing her just how deep she would take her.

“You’re… even bigger up close…” Elincia exhaled, and to her surprise it was Petrine that cracked up in response.

“Trust me, from her, that’s some high praise.” Petrine chuckled, and Elincia felt her cheeks heat further as Titania smiled.

Elincia choked out a needy mewl as Petrine’s fingers started to roam her body, one hand taking hold of one of her breasts while the other crept down towards Titania’s cock.

Titania pulled her hips back as Petrine took her cock in hand, and Elincia watched as Petrine lined it up before pulling her hand back, and bringing her fingers towards her clit.

Elincia whimpered, her hips bucking forward just a bit, against Petrine’s fingers and the very tip of Titania’s cock both, but then Titania took her chin between two fingers, forcing their eyes to meet, and Elincia froze.

“How wet are you?” Titania asked headily, and it took Elincia far too long to realize that she wasn’t teasing her.

“I… enough, I think.” Elincia stammered, whimpering as Petrine punched one of her nipples from behind. “Ah…”

“She loosens up fast, just start slow.” Petrine chuckled, dragging her finger in small circles around Elincia’s clit with a touch that was featherlight.

Elincia’s cheeks grew even hotter as Titania began teasing her lips with her cock, spreading her slick around before finally pushing between them, and then Elincia moaned.

After all that buildup, all that denial, insertion alone was enough to make her eyes roll back.

Her toes curled as she shook in Petrine’s arms, her fingers quivering against her lower stomach as Titania pushed deeper, feeling the slight bulge created by her cock.

It was so warm, warm like Petrine’s fingers, but so much bigger and thicker. For as goofy a comparison as it was, it felt like a dildo but more real.

Elincia could feel Titania throbbing inside of her, feel herself slowly being stretched as she loosened her up, and even feel the faint outline of her cock through her stomach.

“That’s a good girl, relax for me.” Petrine whispered into Elincia’s ear, all pretenses of punishment having been abandoned as she gently helped guide her through her first real experience with vaginal sex.

Elincia… she had ridden that horsecock dildo of course, but she had been the one in control, she had been on top of it, and knew her own limits.

She hadn’t been at someone’s mercy then, not like this, in such a vulnerable way.

Now though, she was pressed between the both of them, restrained and at the mercy of them both. She could barely move, could only shake and squirm as Titania took her, and despite the slow pace she was loving every second of it.

Elincia gasped out a moan as Petrine’s finger brushed against her clit, spasming as she warmed only half of Titania’s cock.

To think… that she felt so full from that alone…

“How does it feel?” Titania murmured, still forcing Elincia to stare into her eyes.

Her tone was warm, and only slightly teasing, but it was teasing, if only just a bit.

“Good… it’s good.” Elincia exhaled, her eyes widening as Petrine released her legs and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her up into the air.

Titania’s hand fell away from Elincia’s chin, and she grabbed both of her thighs just below her knees and forced them up against her shoulders, folding her in half.

“I…” Elincia squeaked, having watched enough porn to know what a mating press was, whimpering as Petrine’s fingers dug into her ass.

“Breathe for me.” Titania said softly, pushing Elincia back against Petrine. “Now that I’ve loosened you up, I’ll be able to take you the rest of the way like this.”

Elincia’s eyes widened, and she screamed out a moan as Titania’s hips snapped forward, her toes spreading and quivering as her head lolled back.

She hadn’t even been given time to breathe, and it wasn’t until Titania’s balls slapped against her ass that she even realized what happened.

And that realization, it only amplified her pleasure.

Fuck…

Petrine continued teasing Elincia’s clit as Titania slowly began pulling out before slamming her hips back forward, quickly setting a vicious pace that caused Elincia’s entire body to jolt back with every thrust.

Elincia succumbed to the pleasure in what felt like an instant, convulsing in Petrine’s arms and screaming out moans as Titania kept fucking her.

Her eyes rolled back a bit further every time Titania’s balls smacked against her eyes, pleasured tears streaming down her face as she spasmed around Titania’s cock.

It felt as though Elincia were floating, she could only barely feel Petrine’s fingers save for her warmth, and yet they amplified the sensation she was feeling so much. It felt so good that Elincia couldn’t even tell if she had cum yet, at least not until her screams grew even louder as she lost herself in the pleasure.

Titania didn’t stop railing her though, in fact… she was just getting started.

Petrine sighed as she leaned back against her pillows, lazily fingering herself as she watched Titania take Elincia from behind.

Elincia was still folded in half, only this time with her back to Titania, and Titania’s strong arms wrapped around her knees to hold her in place as she thrust up into her.

Voyeurism was not as much of a thing for Petrine as it was for many others, but this?

This was a sight worth masturbating to.

Elincia’s entire body shook with Titania’s every vicious thrust, her toes curling and screaming moans spilling from her lips as she quivered helplessly in the air, cumming her brains out over and over again.

Petrine was still coming down from the high of her own orgasm, and she licked her lips as Elincia shrieked, appearing to have came again.

She sat up on her knees and reached out to take Elincia’s cheeks in both of her hands, and then Petrine leaned in to kiss her, licking Elincia’s lips as she listened to her moans.

“Pet-rine…” Elincia whimpered around screaming moans, only barely managing to pronounce the words.

She sound drunk, and in a way she was.

Fuckdrunk off of pleasure.

“I’m here.” Petrine whispered against Elincia’s lips, her hands falling away from Elincia’s cheeks as she reached down to take her cuffed hands into her own, interlocking their fingers without breaking their kiss.

Elincia squeezed Petrine’s hands tighter as Titania briefly sped up her pace before then slowing, and she whimpered into Petrine’s mouth as Titania’s hips slammed up one last time.

“Fuck.” Titania muttered, panting as she slowly pulled Elincia’s quivering body off of her cock.

“Overdid it back there?” Petrine asked slyly, knowing full well from quick a glance at Titania’s condom that it certainly hadn’t been her first orgasm a few moments ago.

“Maybe a bit.” Titania exhaled, slowly lowering Elincia down.

Petrine smiled as she pulled Elincia into her arms, releasing her hands for a few moments before taking hold of them again once she was in her lap.

Though for as comfortable as that embrace was, there was one problem, and it wasn’t that Elincia might have actually fallen asleep after the pleasure finally subsided,

“We should take this stuff off.” Petrine sighed, painfully aware of just how badly her latex domme outfit was sticking to her sweaty skin.

“I’ll go wash up first since you’re already holding her, then take over while you do the same. After that we can hold her together.” Titania offered breathily, running her fingers through Elincia’s hair.

“Sure, but I get to hold her from behind.” Petrine muttered, rolling her eyes as Titania shot her a quick smirk.

That seemed fair enough.