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A Grand Weekend

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Hawke wasn’t entirely sure how she’d ended up in this position, flat on her back in bed, with Merrill’s slender thighs quivering around her head while Isabela’s mouth trailed a serpentine pattern down her stomach, but she didn’t have any complaints. None at all. Her last clear memory was of walking through the front door, petting her dog, and removing her overcoat. A thick, honeyed scent — no, scents — had enveloped her, familiar and enticing. And then...

High pitched, needy whimpers filled the bedroom, and the soft heat rubbing against Hawke’s mouth splintered her thoughts. The smell of aroused omega was everywhere, all around her, and she wanted to drown in it. A growl stirred in her chest, and her cock strained in confines of her breeches, throbbing with want.

Fuck, why are my pants still on?

But Isabela was already working on that problem. Hawke’s hips twitched as the omega’s clever fingers unfastened buttons and laces, grazing the bulge in her smallclothes with teasing deliberation. It was pure torture, something Hawke knew Isabela had vast experience with, in many different forms.

Merrill’s fingers ran through her hair, trying to pull her closer. “Sathan, ma vhenan. Ar isala…”

The words were breathy and indistinct, mumbled between whines, but Hawke got the gist. It seemed both her mates had entered their heats at the same time, as often happened when omegas lived together. Although Hawke couldn’t fully recall the lead-up to this pleasant turn of events, she was more than happy to help. It was her job, as well as her delight.

“Tell me what you need, love.” She nipped Merrill’s inner thigh, not hard enough to leave a bruise, but enough to make sure Merrill felt it. “I’ll do anything.”

Merrill grasped Hawke’s hair tighter, rocking her hips to make her meaning clear. Hawke registered a dim sort of surprise — Merrill normally wasn’t so forceful while seeking pleasure, and in fact preferred to submit — but she’d barely resumed licking before Isabela made a noise of triumph. A warm hand eased Hawke’s shaft from her smallclothes, followed in short order by even hotter lips.

All Hawke could do was moan. She completely forgot what her tongue was supposed to be doing, although she was still quite pleased to have it between Merrill’s legs, because Isabela — that sneak — had started sucking her head and pumping her shaft. It wasn’t a tease anymore, and Hawke wrapped her fingers around Merrill’s thighs, in desperate need of something to grip.

“Fuck,” Isabela panted. “Sorry, kitten, m’going first. Need this in me.”

Merrill made an adorable noise of distress, but she locked her knees tighter around Hawke’s head, seemingly unwilling to give up her position anyway. Hawke tried her best to regain some focus. She couldn’t easily make out what Isabela was doing while Merrill rode her face, but she managed to latch onto Merrill’s clit before she got too distracted. The stiff bud twitched against her tongue, and Hawke sucked eagerly, only easing up to gather some of the wetness running over her chin as well.

Merrill arched. Her lithe, tattooed body curved like an archer’s bow, but Hawke only got to enjoy the stunning sight for a few moments before slick, gripping heat swallowed the tip of her cock again. Only it wasn’t Isabela’s mouth this time. Hawke shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head. It seemed Isabela had run out of patience.

“Easy,” she rasped, detaching from Merrill long enough to offer Isabela a warning. “I won’t last long if you — oh fuck.” She completely forgot what she was going to say as Isabela squeezed her, rippling in the most delicious way. Her mate’s inner walls were hot and tight and perfect, and they slid around her like silk.

“Not fair,” Merrill said, but she didn’t sound the least bit angry. In fact, the note of longing in her voice was more of a mewl than anything. “Why do you get her cock first?”

“Because I just fucked you into the bed for an hour waiting for this idiot to get home,” Isabela grunted, setting a selfish and somewhat blistering pace. Hawke panted, torn between trying to catch her breath and continuing to please Merrill. “I need filling too, you know.”

“But…”

There was only one way to forestall an argument. Hawke redoubled her efforts, putting her tongue to the best possible use. It was especially hard to concentrate while Isabela rode her, bringing their pelvises together at the apex of every thrust, but she did her best. Fortunately, Merrill seemed to appreciate her unfocused, albeit enthusiastic attempts. She squealed, and Hawke soon lost herself in the heat and scents and sounds of the women above her. Both women. Her mates.

Isabela came first, which wasn’t much of a surprise. She’d obviously meant what she’d said about needing to be filled, because after only a minute or two, she locked her thighs around Hawke’s hips and cried out, both palms hitting the mattress as she tried to maintain her balance. Hawke braced herself as well, but there was barely time to prepare before the contractions started. While the rest of Isabela’s body melted, her inner walls went wild, pulsing heavily up and down Hawke’s length.

“Fuck. Oh fucking shit that’s good…”

Hawke didn’t realize she’d been neglecting Merrill until the frustrated whimpers resumed, interspersed by more of Isabela’s choice swears.

“Sathan, ma’ lath…”

“Andraste’s tits, I needed that.”

“Ar nuis...”

“Well, fuck. I think I still need it. Going again.”

“Ver em…”

Clumsily, Hawke managed to work one of her hands between Merrill’s legs. She slid in with two fingers, then three, delighting in how easily they moved. Merrill was incredibly tight, but also dripping wet and more than ready to be filled.

Fill…

Hawke’s hips snapped as she realized Isabela had resumed riding her, with barely a moment’s break. Her cries blended with Merrill’s, and Hawke found herself dizzy and overwhelmed. Pressure throbbed at the base of her shaft, expanding rapidly outwards as her knot began to form. She didn’t know how long she could withstand such wonderful torment, but she doubted she’d last. It simply wasn’t fair, the two of them ganging up on her, even if they were in heat.

“Gonna come,” she told them, crooking her fingers the way Merrill loved best. That earned her a delighted sigh, and Isabela slowed down the tiniest bit. Trying to stretch out her turn, obviously.

“Don’t tie her, Hawke,” Merrill begged. “Not ‘til you’ve had me at least once, too…”

“Oh, fine,” Isabela huffed. “But only because I can’t stand it when you look at me with those sad eyes.” She sped up again, although she only allowed herself to grind atop Hawke’s knot instead of taking it inside. Still, that was more than enough, and Hawke cried out as Isabela clenched around her.

The rush of pleasure was as powerful as it was sudden. Hawke gave a full-body jerk as she came, lifting her hips off the bed and driving as deep inside Isabela as she could without actually tying her. Isabela gave a hitched sob, and then the shudders started, milking the upper half of Hawke’s length for absolutely everything she had.

Hawke snapped her teeth, barely realizing she’d buried them in Merrill’s thigh. She growled around her hold, pulling down on Merrill’s hip with her free hand since Isabela was out of her reach. Everything but her own pleasure faded into the background as she surrendered to the need to take and claim and fill.

Bringing Merrill over the edge with them wasn’t part of the plan, but it certainly was a bonus. Hawke spilled faster inside Isabela when she felt Merrill tighten around her fingers, and she finally released Merrill’s thigh, latching back onto her clit and circling it rapidly with the tip of her tongue. Wetness bathed Hawke’s chin as well as her knot and lower belly, and if her mouth hadn’t been busy, she would have sighed in relief.

Now that I’ve made them both come at least once, maybe I can get my bearings.

But neither of Hawke’s mates seemed inclined to give her a rest. Isabela dismounted, making the mattress move as she changed positions, and lay on her back, spreading her thighs in wordless invitation.

“I thought it was my turn?” Merrill asked, with a truly adorable pout. So adorable, in fact, that it stopped Hawke’s knot from receding and her shaft from softening against her thigh. She’d never been able to resist that sweet, innocent look.

“It is,” Isabela said, “but I’m not tapping out, either. Put that pretty mouth of yours to use while Hawke fucks you instead of giving me the quivering lip and big doe eyes.”

Merrill blushed, and Hawke’s face flared with heat as well, especially when she realized what, exactly, Merrill would taste between Isabela’s legs. Even without the tie to encourage her, she’d come a considerable amount. She propped herself up, and felt a stab of desire deep in her belly as she looked at Isabela’s pussy, pink and puffy and obviously well-fucked, dripping with their mingled release.

It seemed Merrill wanted an even closer view, because she dove between Isabela’s legs like a wolf pouncing on its prey. Isabela laughed, but allowed Merrill to duck beneath her knees, and the sound quickly became a moan instead.

Hawke kicked off her rumpled breeches and smallclothes, tossing them unceremoniously onto the floor before shifting onto her own knees. She cupped Merrill’s rear in both hands, spreading the omega’s cheeks for a good look. Merrill’s lips were thinner than Isabela’s, without the lovely dark brown on the edges, but equally as beautiful. She even had a cute little freckle near the bend of her thigh.

“Relax,” Hawke whispered, although Merrill hardly seemed to need reassurance. Her thighs were coated in slickness, and she lifted her backside higher, presenting herself so prettily and obediently that Hawke was almost stunned. She shook herself and grasped her cock, which didn’t seem to remember that she’d come only a short while ago.

She didn’t waste any more time sinking inside of Merrill. It was a tight fit, but there was barely any resistance, and Merrill immediately rocked back in search of more, only stopping at the top of her knot. Hawke dug her fingers into Merrill’s ass, squeezing greedily. Might be my job to satisfy my mates, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself, too.

“Oh, she likes that,” Isabela informed her, locking eyes with Hawke over Merrill’s head. She lifted an eyebrow, the one with the ring through it, and smirked. “She pushed her whole tongue in me when you grabbed her.”

“Did she now?” Hawke drew one hand back, delivering a playful slap to Merrill’s right cheek. Merrill flinched, flanks quivering, but the liquid moan she made between Isabela’s legs was undeniably one of approval. She loosened further, and Hawke gave a testing push, watching in awe as the top of her knot sank inside.

Isabela quickly joined in the game. “You like that, don’t you? Naughty little slut.” She tousled Merrill’s hair, tugging it in a way Hawke sensed was mostly for show. The sight still encouraged her to start a rhythm, and she began moving, working a little more of herself in each time, savoring the way Merrill shivered around and beneath her.

“Mfff…”

“You don’t need to tell us,” Isabela said, her voice dropping half an octave. Omega though she was, there was power in it, and the hair on the back of Hawke’s neck prickled. “We already know exactly what you need. What you deserve.”

Hawke listened with half an ear. She very much appreciated that Isabela was taking care of the dirty talk for her, because she could scarcely concentrate enough to remember her own name. All she could do was follow her instincts as both omegas’ scents ensnared her again, pulling her toward another inevitable peak. She rubbed desperately against Merrill’s entrance, barely stifling a groan.

“I think she’s ready,” Isabela purred, running her tongue over her pierced lower lip. “Are you going to knot her, Hawke?”

Hawke hesitated. She wanted to. Maker, she wanted nothing more in this moment, but she didn’t want to make Isabela wait. She would undoubtedly want to go in for round two once Merrill came.

“It’s all right. I can wait… as long as you knot me right after.”

Knot… them… both of them…

Even though Hawke had done so many times before, and quite regularly, the thought was still overpowering. She grasped Merrill’s hips and pushed all the way inside, grunting as their bodies locked together. Merrill yelped, instantly tightening around her, and Hawke barely managed to keep from coming. Being all the way inside was almost too much to bear.

Moving only made it better— or worse. Hawke couldn’t quite tell. She drove forward with shallow thrusts, the only kind she could make while tied, speeding up each time Merrill made another sweet noise. The pressure along her length worsened whenever she caught Isabela’s eye. Not fair , Hawke thought for what had to be the hundredth time. I don’t stand a chance against the both of them.

But Isabela sensed her need, or perhaps Merrill’s, and took pity. “Do you want Hawke to fill you, kitten? To flood that tight little pussy of yours with come until you can’t hold any more?”

Merrill broke away from licking Isabela and shot a searing glance over her shoulder, a look that struck Hawke straight to the core.

“Please!”

Regardless of whether Isabela granted Merrill permission or not, Hawke couldn’t help herself. She grunted and slammed forward, bending over Merrill’s back as she spilled for a second time. Merrill gave a delighted cry and rippled around her, coaxing her to empty all she had with sharp, needy pulses.

“Such a good girl,” Isabela cooed, and somewhere amidst the blur of her orgasm, Hawke caught sight of her caressing Merrill’s face. “Be still and let her breed you.”

That caused Hawke to release several more spurts. While their… particular lines of work in Kirkwall didn’t really lend themselves toward a future with children, the thought of it, the fantasy… from Merrill, or Isabela, or even both…

She came until she was utterly spent, panting into the back of Merrill’s neck, her knot twitching weakly within the warm grip of her mate’s walls.

“Hawke?” Isabela said. “Scoot forward a bit. I think you’re pulling her.”

Dazedly, Hawke realized she’d been trying to withdraw too far for more leverage. Her knot tugged at the tender inner lips of Merrill’s pussy, still sealed tight around her. She eased her thrusts, making sure to rock against Merrill’s inner walls instead, where there was no chance it would pinch. Merrill sighed in relief, clearly satisfied at last.

“Don’t get caught up fucking her again,” Isabela said, and Hawke realized the other omega had come to kneel beside her, leaving Merrill slumped face first on the mattress in a post-orgasmic daze. “Once you can pull out, I need your knot as well.”

Hawke leaned over, tilting her head and offering Isabela her lips. Isabela took them in a deep kiss, and Hawke tried to convey without words all the adoration she felt, and how sweet it had been of Isabela to let Merrill go first. “I promise, love, I’ll give you my best just as soon as this greedy little thing lets me go.”

“Not greedy,” Merrill protested. “It hurts to be empty during a heat . You can’t blame me.”

“I know, kitten,” Isabela said, trailing a hand down Merrill’s back. “But Hawke will take care of us, and we’ll take care of each other. This is going to be a grand weekend.”

Hawke’s stomach tensed as Isabela’s fingertips jumped ship, tracing her abdominals instead and wandering down to feel where she was joined with Merrill. A grand weekend indeed… assuming I manage to survive it.

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When Isabela woke, it was to the sensation of silk scarves around her wrists and ankles. For a bleary moment, she wondered why her body wasn’t panicking, but then her nose picked up the soothing scent of her mates, Hawke and Merrill. She relaxed even further, opening her eyes. The two troublemakers weren’t in her direct line of sight, but she sensed they were somewhere nearby.

Her guess was proven right when Merrill entered the bedroom, a pitcher of water and a glass in hand. Upon seeing Isabela, her pointed ears perked, and a loving smile spread across her face. “ On dhea’him , sleepyhead.”

“It’s already afternoon?” Isabela glanced toward the window, but the curtains had been drawn. She had no idea what time it was, nor how long she’d been asleep. “Where’s Hawke, kitten? This is her doing, the cheeky arsehole.”

Merrill’s pale cheeks deepened to a light shade of pink beneath her tattoos. “Er, actually…”

Isabela’s eyes widened. “Kitten! This was your idea? I don’t know whether to be pissed or proud of you.” She shot Merrill a grin to show she was only joking, but then her brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t suppose you’d be so kind as to remind me what I did to deserve this?”

Merrill giggled as she approached the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress near Isabela’s left leg. Her close proximity gave Isabela a fresh whiff of heat-scent that wasn’t her own, and she felt a firm twitch between her legs. Apparently, her impromptu nap had done little to ease their mutual discomfort.

“Well,” Merrill explained, “you wouldn’t let us take the dog out, fetch food and water, or use the privy.” She poured some water from the pitcher into the glass. “You threw a fit every time we tried to leave bed.”

“Did I?” Isabela tried to remember. She had some hazy recollections of pulling both Hawke and Merrill back on top of her, begging them not to go, but it felt more like a dream than reality. “I suppose my heat made me a little greedy. Sorry.”

“I doubt that very much,” Merrill said, tutting with affectionate disapproval. She set the pitcher on the nightstand and tipped the glass carefully against Isabela’s lips. “Drink, ma vhenan. Anyway, you wouldn’t give us even a bit of peace until we tied you to the bed. We only intended to leave you like that for a minute, but then you fell asleep.”

After a few refreshing gulps of water, which cooled her from the inside out, Isabela chuckled. “Ah. Thanks for that. Have you heard the phrase ‘fucked to exhaustion’ before, kitten?”

“No,” Merrill said. She put the glass aside as well, resting her palm above Isabela’s knee. “But I think I’ve experienced it a few times, thanks to you and Hawke.”

“Where is our alpha anyway?”

“Giving poor Barkspawn a romp in the backyard. He’s been cooped up all day.”

Merrill’s hand crept further up Isabela’s thigh, and the light, teasing touch set her skin aflame. She tried to raise her hips, hoping Merrill’s hand would slip between her legs, but the scarves around her wrists and ankles restrained her.

“You horrid little tease,” she groaned, chewing frustratedly at her lower lip. “You’re in heat, too! The least you could do is show some mercy.”

Merrill did have some mercy in her, it seemed, because she rolled on top of Isabela and brought their lips together in a warm, wet kiss. Isabela’s first instinct was to dive right in and shove her tongue into Merrill’s mouth, but she restrained herself. The sweet little omega usually liked things gentle, at least at first. She needed to be built up. Coaxed into roughness.

Not that I can be all that rough with her while I’m trussed up like this. Fade take her and Hawke. What awful sneaks!

She forgot her annoyance as Merrill’s hand travelled higher, slipping between her thighs. They were already spread, and she groaned into Merrill’s mouth as clever fingers circled her clit. It was hard and wet as a smooth river pebble, twitching every time Merrill stroked it.

“There now,” Merrill muttered, nipping ever so gently at her lips before moving down to suck her jaw. “I’ll take care of you. Promise.”

Isabela shuddered as Merrill replaced her fingertips with the pad of her thumb, pressing down while she slid her middle and ring fingers inside. There wasn’t any resistance. Isabela’s wetness ran like a waterfall, smearing everywhere as Merrill began curling inside her.

“Oh! Maker’s breath, there—right there!” Isabela gritted her teeth around another loud groan as Merrill probed the spot, applying an impressive amount of pressure for an elf with such small, delicate hands. It wouldn’t take much more…  

“Heh. I see you two are having fun.”

Isabela blinked her bleary eyes, peering past Merrill’s flushed face and over her shoulder. Hawke stood in the doorway, already stripped of her clothes, one fist pumping the hard cock jutting from between her legs. Alpha-scent filled the room, full of demanding need, and Isabela gushed around Merrill’s fingers—not quite coming, but making a mess of the sheets below.

“Fuck me,” she begged, already breathless.

“I am,” Merrill said, giving her fingers another push.

Isabela keened. It wasn’t often she allowed her lovers to tease her this way— especially Merrill, who was usually the one subjected to such delightful torments. But Isabela’s heat had made her pliant enough to enjoy it, and the scarves had her desperate enough to beg. 

“Then fuck me more. And Hawke. Help?”

“Quite demanding for someone in your position, aren’t you?” Hawke said as she strolled toward the bed. “Don’t know why I’m surprised.”

Isabela snorted. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been tied up, as you well know. Just one of the most fun times.” But her attempts to ground herself in sarcasm weren’t as effective as she’d hoped. Merrill’s fingers worked some kind of wicked magic inside her, causing her inner walls to clench greedily around them. She didn’t know which she wanted more—to keep the wonderful dexterity of Merrill’s fingers, or experience the delicious thickness of Hawke’s shaft instead.

She ended up getting Hawke’s shaft, but not where she expected. The alpha exchanged a soft kiss with Merrill, who lifted up onto her knees to allow Hawke room, then straddled Isabela’s stomach. This blocked Isabela’s view of Merrill, which was disappointing, but it did offer her something new to admire: Hawke’s hard length, the flushed tip resting just beneath her breasts.

“Ah, I do love these beauties of yours,” Hawke murmured, cupping Isabela’s breasts and squeezing them together. Her hands were hard and calloused, but not rough as they kneaded and tweaked her nipples. “I don’t think I’ve fucked them yet this heat, have I?”

Isabela tried to chuckle, but it became a sharp whine as Merrill rubbed her clit harder, splitting her attention. “No,” she gasped, arching as best she could under two bodies and with her limbs bound. “But please. Feel free.”

Hawke licked her lips. “You talk like you have a choice.” Her dark-eyed stare raced through Isabela like lightning, electrifying every inch of skin and making the faint hairs on her arms stand on end. “But since you asked so nicely…” She pushed Isabela’s breasts together, sliding her shaft between them.

The skin of Hawke’s cock was soft and thin. Warm, too, but it concealed obvious firmness. Isabela felt it pounding as it pushed through her cleavage, and she didn’t miss the wetness pooled at the tip as it neared her mouth. Since her head was one part of her body she could actually move, she craned her neck forward, darting her tongue out for a lick.

To her delight, Hawke didn’t protest. The alpha groaned, seizing the back of Isabela’s head and tugging her hair. Isabela started sucking as soon as the head popped into her mouth. Hawke’s base still throbbed between her breasts, but fortunately, the alpha was long enough to give her a proper taste of the tip: slightly bitter, but in a truly excellent way. Small spurts of wetness shuttled into her mouth, and she lapped them all up with unconcealed eagerness.

Suddenly, something warm and hot stroked between her legs, taking the place of Merrill’s fingers.

“Ahh!”

Isabela let Hawke’s cock fall out of her mouth, forgetting all about her treat as Merrill ducked beneath her thighs. Apparently, the elf had decided to start using her mouth, too. Her narrow tongue buried itself between Isabela’s pouting lips, tapping her clit only once before thrusting past her entrance.

It was almost too much to bear. Isabela cried out, on the edge of coming already, only to find the sound muffled as Hawke tightened her grip and pushed back into her mouth. She sucked instinctively, greedy for more of Hawke’s taste, and equally greedy for Merrill to keep tasting her.

“I bet you’d be cursing up a storm if I wasn’t stuffing your mouth,” Hawke said, releasing Isabela’s hair to give her cheek a fond pat. She pressed her thumb in slightly, tracing the outline of her own cock there. Satisfied, she gave another thrust before returning to Isabela’s breasts, pinching both nipples. “Don’t you think so, Merrill?”

Merrill made a soft, happy moan in reply. The sound vibrated between Isabela’s legs, and she bucked as best she could in her position, tensing all the muscles in her legs. Blood and damnation! These two know just how to torment me… Since she couldn’t speak, she begged with her body, digging her heels behind Merrill’s shoulders and sucking harder at Hawke’s cockhead.

Hawke gave a rasping laugh. “She’s getting close, Merrill. Poor thing. Should we take pity on her?” With another tweak of Isabela’s nipples, Hawke moved back to her hair, stroking it tenderly instead of seizing it.

Isabela widened her eyes and did her best to nod, without stopping her worship of Hawke’s cock. It was so smooth and firm, straining with hardness, and it tasted… Warm. Alpha. Good… She took as much of it down her throat as she could, but only managed another inch or two. The majority of the shaft was still between her breasts, including the growing bulk of Hawke’s knot, which pressed against her sternum.

She almost sobbed when Merrill’s tongue pulled out, leaving her empty. “Mff!”

“Well, she was very naughty earlier,” Merrill said, barely suppressing a giggle. She raked her nails along Isabela’s thighs, and Isabela shuddered. It didn’t hurt, but she was so close. “But she’s in heat. I know as well as anyone how hard it is.”

“Heh,” Hawke said, giving her cock another soft push.

“That wasn’t a sex joke,” Merrill said. “Although I suppose it could be. Anyway, I think we should let her come… if she promises to return the favor afterward.”

Hawke withdrew from Isabela’s mouth, leaving the wet tip to rest against her collarbone. “Well, Isabela? Are you prepared to earn your freedom?”

“You rat bastard,” Isabela laughed, unable to conceal her grin. “You don’t have to tie me up and threaten me for that. I was the one who apparently wouldn’t let you two out of bed earlier. Now please?” She gave Hawke her best bedroom eyes, with batted lashes and all. “You wouldn’t leave a heatsick omega in need, would you?”

Hawke swallowed visibly, then shoved her cock straight back in Isabela’s mouth. She abandoned Isabela’s breasts completely, driving all the way to the back of her throat and holding her head in both hands. “Fuck,” she huffed, grinding her knot into Isabela’s lips. “Finish her off, would you, Merrill? I’m a bit busy.”

Merrill obeyed in an instant, and Isabela’s eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn’t even concentrate on sucking Hawke’s cock anymore—not that it mattered. Hawke had taken over thrusting, and didn’t need much help. She could only open her throat and curl her toes as Merrill’s tongue burrowed inside her again, somehow managing to hit the same spot her fingers had.

Andraste’s knickers, do elves have extra long tongues or something? Isabela found herself wondering, not for the first time. She’d even asked Merrill to stick it out a time or two to check, but she still had no idea how it managed to perform such feats. Then her thoughts became practically incoherent as Merrill started playing with her clit, peeling back the hood to rub right on the head.

Normally, that kind of stimulation would’ve been too intense, but as close and desperate as she was, and with Merrill’s tongue in her pussy and Hawke’s cock half-way down her throat, it was just right. She released a muffled cry and clenched down on Merrill’s tongue, spilling what had to be a flood into the elf’s waiting mouth. 

Merrill seemed exceptionally pleased, because she repeated the same tongue motion again and again, only pausing to pull out and lap up her reward with flat, broad strokes. The alternating stimulation made Isabela’s head spin. She felt as though she were floating off the mattress entirely, and she couldn’t feel the scarves around her wrists and ankles anymore. She only knew Merrill’s mouth, the burn in her throat, and Hawke’s hands on her head.

Just as Isabela thought she might be coming down from the awful, wonderful shaking that had consumed her entire body, and the constant pulses of heat between her legs, Hawke grunted and stiffened above her. She curled her fingers tighter into Isabela’s hair and jerked her hips, knot twitching as she spilled a surge of heat straight down Isabela’s throat.

Isabela swallowed as best she could. The only thing near as enjoyable as finding release was pleasing one of her mates, and Hawke seemed to have plenty stored up. The alpha breathed raggedly, pouring thick streams into the back of Isabela’s mouth. The sensation made her come on Merrill’s tongue all over again. Between the two of them, they’d turned her into a melted puddle of mess.

It took her quite a while to come down. By the time the spinning and shaking stopped, Hawke had withdrawn from her mouth, holding her softening cock in a loose fist. She tapped it playfully against Isabela’s chin, and Isabela gave it a quick kiss before continuing to catch her breath.

“Merrill, you little fiend,” she said, tilting her head to try and catch a glimpse of her other mate. “I don’t know where you learned to do that, nor what I did to deserve it, but I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

Merrill gave the cushion of Isabela’s inner thigh a nip with sharp elven teeth before ducking out from under her knees, wriggling up on the bed to cuddle against Isabela’s side. “Of course you know where I learned to do that. You taught me, remember?”

Isabela laughed. “So I did.”

“Good girl,” Hawke purred, running her fingers through Merrill’s short brown hair. The elf practically purred as she leaned into the touch, placing a kiss on Hawke’s inner wrist. Isabela didn’t miss Hawke’s shudder.

“Poor Merrill hasn’t come yet, you know,” Isabela said, already plotting. “If you untie me, maybe the two of us should turn the tables. Eh, Hawke?”

Hawke’s cock, which had only partially softened, swelled again almost instantly. “Let’s get those scarves off you, love. I think we have a naughty elf to punish for tying you up in the first place.”

“Punish?” Merrill stammered, sitting upright once more. “You’re as guilty as me, Hawke!”

Isabela smirked as Hawke untied her wrists. “But Hawke’s always been naughty. At this point, it’s to be expected. You should know better.”

Merrill blushed brighter than the pink flowers in their garden outside. “I… um…”

Isabela caressed her side, adding just a hint of a tickle to make Merrill laugh. “Don’t worry, my sweet little kitten. Hawke and I will make sure this punishment is one you’ll enjoy.”