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If someone had told Mira that she'd be tied up on her girlfriend's floor, betrayed by her other girlfriend for the crime of showing a little physical affection, she would've only half believed them.
"That's it, that's it… Just a little more baby, you can do it–"
Yet, hours after she's done just that–just a little slap of the ass, a little teasing for Zoey–that's exactly where she found herself, naked but for the decadently soft, purple ropes binding her arms to her ankles behind her back.
Shaking, shuddering–God, was she drooling? Fuck–Mira clamped her legs together and bowed her head, panting wet and breathless against Zoey's denim-clad thigh.
"Ooooh you want it so bad, huh?" She was amused, for fuck's sake–Mira was dripping all over the polished, black leather of her boot, shivering at the press of the wand between her thighs, flexing against the soft, lavender ropes–and Zoey was laughing at her.
Whenever Mira was done being black-out horny, they were gonna have some fucking words.
"What do ya think, Rums? Should I give it to her?" Mira didn't dare look up; didn't think she could hide the desperate tears that snuck into the corners of her eyes at the thought that Zoey might edge her again–but she could hear the smile in her voice when she said, "Ah, that's my good girl. Speak, Rumi."
"Yes." Scratchy and low and whiny, fuck. Rumi sounded as desperate as Mira felt, and all she was doing was watching.
Click.
Light flared, bright even behind Mira's closed eyelids before it faded. If she hadn't been in the middle of fighting for her life, she would've laughed.
"You hear that, Mir? Even our puppy thinks you're doing a good job!" The glee in Zoey's voice was damn near sadistic; it was annoying how hot Mira found it, actually. "I dunno though… You were so cranky earlier. Maybe another edge would soften you up?"
"Zo–" Fuck, fuck–Mira's body betrayed her, hips grinding down on the slick leather, the ruinously soft laces. It knocked the breath right out of her in a whine that Zoey definitely heard, if her sharp laughter was any indication. "Zoey, no." Mira cleared her throat, forehead pressed to Zoey's muscular thigh. "I'm–I'm good. Soft."
"Mmm."
Mira held her breath; she was telling the truth, of course, but if Zoey didn't believe her…
"Fiiiiine," Zoey sighed, and another click sounded–softer, this time, and mechanical–just before the bulbous head of the vibrator against Mira's clit buzzed louder, harsher. "But I'm still butthurt about earlier."
Then Zoey snorted, and added: "Like, literally."
Mira had no answer–had no breath left for answering, not with the pleasure climbing up her spine at the vibrator's press, arms twitching against her restraints and her thighs around the wooden block propping Zoey's boot against her cunt–but if Mira had been able to breathe, she would have groaned at the pun.
She hadn't even slapped Zoey's ass that hard–she was just mad she'd lost the match in her video game because of it.
Rumi whined at the helpless jerk of Mira's hips, the squelch of her slick folds against leather loud even with the buzzing between her thighs. Zoey sighed, voice full of mocking disappointment.
"God, what a mess–" Pleasure like a static shock, sparking around Mira's stomach at her words. "You see that, Rumi? She loves being edged like this. You love it, don't you Mir?" No breath still, but Mira grit her teeth and buried her face against Zoey's thigh to hide her blush. "She loves it so bad. Just like you love to watch, huh pretty girl? You like seeing Mira drip all over my boots? Speak."
"Yes."
Click.
Mira could see it this time, from the corner of her eye; Rumi's patterns flashed along her entire body, iridescent blue and green and pink, at the sound of the clicker. Her mouth hung open behind the bars of her muzzle; the soft, supple leather of her puppy hood glowed in the warm light of Zoey's bedside lamp.
The rest of her–bare and flushed and lovely–glowed as her patterns settled to shimmering quiescence.
"You're both doing so well for me," Zoey murmured, and Mira heard another click–
She couldn't stop her entire body from jerking when the vibrator kicked up to the max setting; she sucked in a ragged breath, spine straightening without her say-so, arching her back and pushing her tits out beneath Zoey's hungry gaze, and–
And fuck, there it was, her orgasm like a flood–roaring up her thighs and her chest and her throat like pressure overflowing, like fire racing up her spine–it rose and rose and rose, higher and higher, escaping her in a thready whine as the pleasure crested, as she fell over the edge, finally, finally–
Zoey yanked her boot–and by extension, the goddamn fucking vibrator–away just as Mira came.
Her orgasm didn't so much stop as it did implode entirely–faltering, stumbling, collapsing like a dying-fucking-star as Mira wheezed, then groaned, shoving her face into Zoey's blankets. Her hips jogged and her cunt clenched on nothing as the ache seared through her; Zoey hummed appreciatively where she leaned back on her hands, clicking the wand to stillness.
"Eyes up, Mira. Look at me, pretty girl."
The words barely registered–Mira was too fucking gone. Her arms strained and her shoulders burned, and she was going to make Zoey pay for this–she was gonna edge her for a fucking month, she was going to put that cocky little maknae in chastity until she begged, she was–
"Aw, Rums! You're drooling!" Zoey giggled, and Mira felt the bed shift beneath her face as her head lolled. Her cheek pressed against the fabric, mouth open as she caught her breath. "No, baby, don't try to get it–I got you, pup. Sit pretty. Stay."
Rumi's muscles tensed–and God, what a sight. The lines of her triceps and forearms were hard beneath her flickering patterns, the flex of her abs stark as she froze in the low light–and though she stilled, the thin string of saliva trailing along her jaw continued to roll, mixing with the sweat gleaming on her skin. Mira choked down a whimper as she watched Rumi's throat work.
Zoey, leaning over the leg she crossed at the knee, brought her hand up, finger curled as she traced a line up Rumi's throat and jaw. She collected the wetness dripping down Rumi's skin before hooking that same finger through the bars of her muzzle.
"There, see? I've got you, puppy. You're being so good for me, y'know that? So patient while you wait your turn." Rumi glowed at that–literally glowed, God, that praise kink would be lethal in the right hands–but Zoey cocked her head, brows pulling together as her lips quirked at the corners. "What, baby? Whatcha looking at? Do I have something on my boot?"
Mira huffed before she could stop herself, but that was fine; Rumi's whine more than covered it up. She stared at Zoey's boot–the one crossed over her knee, the one still dripping Mira's slick onto the hardwood floor–as she shivered on hands and knees, staying patiently in her Sit.
Zoey bit her lip and glanced to Mira.
"Oh, yeah, I gotcha. She did make a mess, huh?"
Oh, Mira was going to make a mess alright–she was going to destroy Zoey, she was going to make her ruin these stupid Ninja Turtle sheets, she was going to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her when she got her fucking hands on–
"I should make her clean it up," Zoey mused, wagging the toe of her boot idly in front of Rumi's muzzle, "but it looks like you've got a better idea. What do you think, Rums? Should Mira clean up her mess?"
Another whine, and Rumi managed to tense herself even more–though not before she could stop the twitch of her head completely. She moved, the sideways No half completed before Zoey tugged her muzzle to stillness. Mira grit her teeth and smoothed her face to impassivity, swallowing to be sure she could trust her voice.
"Mira didn't make that mess," Mira said, cool and collected and–well, fuck, okay, maybe not that cool and collected; Rumi's patterns flared at her voice. "Zoey made that mess. So if Zoey wants clean boots, maybe she should stop edging Mira."
Zoey laughed, bright and musical. "Yeah? Should Zoey also tell Mira to stop talking in the third person like a movie villain?"
"Mira can do what she wants."
"Nope," Zoey grinned, wagging the clicker at her. "Mira will do what she's told."
Mira couldn't hold back the scowl; Zoey was needling her just because she could. Just because she thought Mira would roll over and take it.
"If you think you can make me do anything–like, I dunno, licking your boots–just go ahead and try."
Mira wasn't actually sure she could back up this tough talk, tied up as she was. It wouldn't be the first time she'd licked come off of these boots–which never left this room and which never saw any use but this–and it certainly wouldn't be the last, if Zoey had her way. Still, with the trailing edges of her ruined orgasm hot in her blood, Mira was hard pressed to be polite right then.
Not that it mattered, apparently; Zoey only laughed at her outburst and shifted, resting the toe of her boot beneath Rumi's muzzle, tilting her chin up as she turned her gaze from Mira.
"Hear that, pretty girl? Mira said she wants to be nice for you–" Not what Mira said, actually, Rumi was right fucking there, she'd heard it herself– "and let you have a little treat, yeah? Would you like that? Speak."
"Yes, yes, please."
Zoey's hand–the one holding the clicker–twitched, but didn't click; she narrowed her eyes down at Rumi, who bit her lip and shivered. Then she arched her back and pushed her breasts out like that might distract Zoey from the fact that she'd spoken three times as many words as the single command had warranted.
To Mira's chagrin, the tactic worked; Zoey's smile was slow and sharp as she reached for the clasps of Rumi's muzzle.
"I'll let ya have that one, Rumi, just 'cause you've been behaving so far–getting Mira all dressed up for me and sitting so pretty and all–but you know good girls only speak when they're allowed to." Zoey's grin widened into something warm and genuine when Rumi tipped her head back further without needing to be told, exposing her throat and the buckle of her muzzle's belt looped around the back of her neck. "Jeez, you're pretty."
It was stupid that that was what made Mira blush, what made the sparking electricity in her stomach morph into a riot of butterflies dancing beneath her skin. Hearing Zoey's voice get all giggly and shy made Mira's heart thump painfully against her ribs, and seeing Rumi's skin flush scarlet while her patterns flashed gold made Mira's throat feel tight. It was ridiculous.
She loved them so fucking much.
"Love you too, baby," Zoey murmured, eyes shining with amusement. Mira groaned; her stupid mouth had betrayed her again. "We both love you, Mir. Don't we Rumi? Speak."
"Yes."
Click.
Rumi shivered and panted and swallowed thickly as Zoey tugged the muzzle free; Mira could see the edge of one fang poking over her lip as she returned Zoey's smile.
"Such a good girl, Rumi–" Zoey said, setting the muzzle aside. "Just for that, you can Speak Freely."
"I love you," Rumi breathed immediately, voice low and patterns dancing. "I love you both so, so much. I love you, I love you, I love you."
Mira wanted so badly to be smug about the blush rising in Zoey's cheeks, but she couldn't–she was just as bad. Her ears were hot with it, her lips wouldn't stop turning up at the corners, and she felt the stupid, giddy butterflies in her stomach when Rumi smiled at her, too. She was as hopeless as Zoey.
And she was still ticked off about that orgasm.
"Love you too jagi, but don't let Zoey tell you what to do–she should clean her boots up herself."
Zoey snorted at that.
"O-kayyy, that's enough," she sing-songed, tugging Rumi's chin until she faced her again. "Don't let Mira get you into trouble, pup. You want your treat, don't you?"
When Rumi didn't answer verbally, Zoey smirked, nodding.
"That's what I thought. Good girl." Click. "Go ahead and take it, baby. Gentle–gentle. Yeah, there you go, Rumi."
See, it was actually cruel and unusual for Zoey to have left her boot block between Mira's legs like this; all Mira could do was squeeze the wood between her thighs. She couldn't even grind on the fucking thing, the rough grip tape where the sole of Zoey's boot would normally rest. She just had to shiver and clench on nothing while watching Rumi's tongue dart out, wet and pink, as she lapped up Mira's come from the mirror-smooth surface of Zoey's boot.
Rumi was careful, too, neat with each stroke; she opened her mouth wide before licking at the rounded tip, pressing flat and slow and even around her fangs so they wouldn't scratch the polished surface. Mira twitched as Rumi licked and licked and–pulling back at one point to swallow–trailed a thin string of Mira's come until she snapped it with the tip of her tongue.
At least Zoey looked equally as gone; she made a breathless sound when Rumi's tongue flashed out to sever that string, and when Rumi sat back on her heels, Zoey blinked like she was waking up from a deep, deep sleep.
"Um," she said, dazed. "Fuck."
Rumi's lips twitched in a smirk, exposing the sharp edge of one fang. Zoey heaved a breath, shaking her head. "Goddamn, Rumi. Okay. Okay."
Another breath, and a little laugh, and Zoey wiggled as she straightened, uncrossing her leg to rest the boot on the floor. Mira took a calm, even breath of her own and didn't spend more than a few seconds contemplating how she might get that boot back on the block.
"Well, since Mira doesn't wanna behave, I guess she can just watch while you get your turn, huh Rumi?" Zoey tapped the toe of her other boot–which sported the second of their wands and Rumi's favorite knotting dildo strapped to the top over the laces–like she'd only just remembered she'd geared it up. "Do you think she'll behave if she sees how much you like coming on my boot? Speak."
But Rumi hesitated, cocking her head; that wry little quirk to her lips had yet to fade.
"No," she murmured eventually. Zoey hummed.
"No?"
Rumi only grinned, fangs flashing. Zoey rolled her eyes. "Speak Freely, pup."
"Mira doesn't like this one," Rumi said immediately, nodding to the turquoise cock standing at attention before her. "She says it's too long."
Zoey nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, true. She's good at taking it, though."
"She is," Rumi agreed–her patterns flashed bright as she shifted, and Mira didn't miss the way slick gleamed all along the inside of her thigh–before she shrugged. "But if we really want to make her jealous, we could use her favorite toy."
Grin widening, Zoey sat up. "Oh my gosh, you are so right–she would be so jealous–"
"She would!"
"She's right here," Mira muttered, and was thoroughly ignored.
"And it's still thick–but are you sure, Rums? I know I said I was gonna give you my knot–"
"You can knot me whenever you want, aein," Rumi said easily, "but how often do we get Mira so helpless?"
It was actually fucked up how wet it was making Mira, hearing them talk about her like this–like she wasn't even fucking there, like just because her arms were tied behind her back and her ankles, she was at their mercy. She wasn't–but that didn't stop slick from leaking down her thighs about it, nor did it keep her clit from twitching in the cold air of the room.
"Something you wanna say, Mir?"
"As a matter of fact–"
"Just so you know," Rumi spoke over her again, cheerful as she grinned up at Zoey, "I got that new gag in the mail a few days ago. If you–you know. If you wanted to see it or anything."
Mira cleared her throat and shut her mouth. Zoey bit her lip like that would stifle her giggles.
"Mmm, thank you, pup. That's helpful," she said when she'd gotten herself under control, "but I think Mira wants to behave so we can hear her pretty noises when she comes for us. Right, Mir?"
Mira wanted to break these ropes clean off, she wanted to push Zoey back onto the bed and ride her face until she came in Zoey's mouth–and then she wanted to strap up and fuck Rumi through the fucking mattress, she wanted to make her take that knot she loved so fucking much, and then keep fucking her until she forgot her own name, and–
And instead of all that, Mira said, "Sure, I guess," and shrugged as she wiggled her fingers and toes.
Rumi beamed, straightening up and Sitting Pretty once more. Zoey laughed aloud, and Mira rolled her eyes like those damn butterflies weren't knocking around her chest, fluttery and pleased.
"Alright, puppy. Go fetch."
Rumi stood carefully, shaking out her legs, before she turned. She'd only taken a single step when she hesitated. Turning back, she faced Zoey and shifted her weight. "Can I–could I have a. A kiss? Please?"
Zoey grinned, wide and open and so full of love Mira could drown in it, and she said, "Hell yeah, babycakes. Come lay it on me!"
Rumi laid it on her, clambering into her lap and cupping her face. She pulled Zoey into a kiss that was all quiet giggles and breathless whimpers, and Mira was fine watching for about three (maybe four; her girlfriends were hot, sue her) minutes before she cleared her throat loudly.
"Any day now, you two," she drawled–and it was a damned good drawl, not a hint of the impatience pounding between her legs to be heard–as she straightened up off the bed carefully. She balanced on her knees and watched as Rumi stood, wiping her mouth with a smirk. "Some of us have things to do today."
Mira didn't see Rumi snort as she padded from the room, but she heard it. Still, she let it slide–for now–as Zoey leaned forward, deft fingers loosening the strap holding the dildo in place.
"Y'know, you sure are impatient to watch Rumi get fucked, Mira. If you wanted to be in the cuck chair so bad, you could've asked."
"I want my girlfriends to make me come. Not the same thing."
"What's that? You wanna watch your girlfriends come?" Zoey shrugged, pulling the knotting dildo from the harness. "Sounds like cucking to me."
"Zoey…"
"Mmm yes?"
"You're going to regret teasing me like this."
Zoey frowned, tapping her chin with the wobbly end of the dildo. "Will I?"
Heaving a breath, Mira growled. "You fucking know I can't stand getting denied."
Zoey tossed the dildo aside and snapped the fingers of both hands, shooting her finger guns.
"Well then it's lucky for me you're kneeling, isn't it?"
Mira fought to keep her lips still as she scowled. "I can't stand puns when I'm horny, either."
"Like I said–"
Mira groaned even as Rumi padded back into the room, handing off the dildo–sparkling purple, short but thick–with a shy kiss to the corner of Zoey's mouth before she turned, sinking to her knees.
While Zoey leaned over strapping in, Rumi studied the ropes pressing gently to Mira's skin with a critical eye, testing knots and tugging lines to watch the blood rush into the flesh beneath them. Zoey allowed this without complaint–safety first and all that, and Rumi was the undisputed shibari expert in the household–but as Rumi's eyes roved over her knotwork, Mira couldn't help but shiver.
"I think she's had enough," Rumi said after a moment, studying the marks on Mira's forearms. "She's been in this for–"
"No," Mira gasped, suddenly nervous, "wait–no, please. I'm fine, Rumi." At Rumi's raised eyebrow, she shrugged awkwardly. "Really. I'm fine, I can feel my fingers and toes–" She wiggled them as proof, "–and nothing hurts. Please."
Mira had managed the entire session so far without begging, but this was different. She'd listen to Rumi whatever her decision, of course, but the thought of losing the ropes–of losing the soft pressure against her skin, the physical proof of Rumi's careful attention, her devotion–made Mira's stomach drop.
Zoey, who had finished with her boot and now watched Rumi with open curiosity, shrugged when Rumi glanced to her.
"I'm fine with it–y'know I like her all wrapped up like a present."
Rumi's laugh was quiet, fond. When she turned back to Mira, tilting her chin to look frankly into her eyes, her expression was much the same.
"You're sure? Not hurting anywhere?"
Mira shrugged and ignored the goosebumps racing up her side when Rumi trailed her fingertips down her leg, pressing her thumb into Mira's thigh, massaging.
"Nope," she answered–had to clear her throat again when Rumi's fingers dipped between her thighs, brushing through slick wetness– "I'm. I'm good." Something in her voice caught Rumi's attention–something other than the rough timbre of arousal–and she paused, so Mira added, "I'm good. But… My knees are a little sore, I guess. It's fine."
Rumi frowned, but brought those fingers up to her shoulder. "And here?"
The touch sent goosebumps up Mira's throat and jaw, down to the hard peaks of her nipples; Rumi smirked, though she refrained from commenting. Maybe Mira would go easy on her, once all of this was over.
"Shoulder's are fine. Might need a massage later."
"Mmm. I bet you will."
Zoey snorted a laugh at that–or maybe it was at the way Mira felt herself blushing for no real reason–as Rumi let her hand fall away, settling back into her Sit as she faced Zoey.
"She's good, baby," she said finally, grinning that crooked, fanged grin. "Now, is it my turn yet?"
And just like that, Zoey locked back in; all the easy smiles and lazy curiosity vanished in favor of the heat in her eyes, the playful tilt to her head as she looked Rumi up and down.
"I guess it's your turn, my perfect, pretty girl. Do you think you can make Mira jealous like this now? Coming all over her cock while she watches? Speak."
"Yes."
Click.
Dazzling–Rumi's patterns flared so brightly that Mira had to squint. Zoey laughed.
"Oh, you're sure-sure. Okay then, Rums. Grab my block for me."
A part of Mira objected to that purely on principle–if Rumi took the block, then Zoey would have nowhere to rest her boot between Mira's thighs. Mira couldn't get enough friction from squeezing them together to make herself come, not even close–but Rumi cared not at all. She was quick to snatch at the wooden block, and quicker still to force Mira's legs open when she tried to fight her for it; then the block was between her thighs, and Zoey fit her boot against the gritty grip tape, clicking the clicker and huffing a laugh at Rumi's answering flare.
Then she tossed a smug grin towards Mira as she leaned back on her hands.
"Okay, puppy," Zoey said, staring directly at Mira while she spoke, "take what you need."
And Mira, still shaking, still aching–wet and irritated and twitching–watched Rumi stand up on her knees and shuffle eagerly forward, spreading her legs as she lowered herself, hand snaking down as she sank onto the tip of Mira's cock.
Her gasp was quiet, breathless–the tip pressed into her, and fuck, she was soaked, Mira could hear it–and Rumi paused like that, muscles twitching and sweat running down her skin, beneath her breasts. She rocked her hips forwards and back, circling them–adjusting to the stretch–and Mira was furious, actually, because it was working–she was so jealous of Rumi that her teeth bared in a snarl even as Rumi sank onto her cock and breathed Mira's name in a whine.
Zoey, too, was staring–at Mira instead of Rumi–watching her so closely that she didn't appear to hear Rumi speak without permission.
That was totally unfair–if Mira was being punished for slapping Zoey's ass hours ago, Rumi shouldn't be allowed to whine and whimper on Mira's cock, sinking down until she had swallowed up Mira's entire length inside of her. She should be getting punished too–the wand she flicked on, buzzing low where it pressed to her clit, should have been taken away; the flush on her skin should have been from frustration, not pleasure.
It wasn't fair.
But Zoey only grinned when Mira glared at her in outrage, and the sole of her other boot–the sole of the boot Mira should have been riding–thumped teasingly against the hardwood floor.
"What's up, Mir? What's wrong?"
Mira opened her mouth to tell her off only to get interrupted by the abrupt buzz of the wand–of both wands, Zoey was running her wand and Mira couldn't even fucking use it–and Rumi jumped in surprise, exposing a finger's width of slick, shining cock as she shivered.
"Zoey–" That was as far as she'd gotten in her furious speech. There had been more, maybe, but Rumi sinking back down as she wrapped her hands around Zoey's leg (careful on account of the claws that had sprouted from her fingertips) wiped the rest of it from Mira's mind. She was stuck mid-word, mouth open as Rumi mimicked her own position from earlier, resting her head on Zoey's thigh as she began rolling her hips.
The motion was tentative at first–short, shallow dips that dragged her clit across soft laces and the smooth rubber head of the wand. Her movements grew longer, harsher, until Rumi's entire body rolled in a long, sinuous arc; she pressed wholly against Zoey's leg, fucking herself on Mira's cock. The slick slide of her was loud, clear even with her stunted breaths and the incessant buzz and, oh, fuck–Mira realized those whimpers she had been hearing were her own when she had to stop and swallow the spit pooling beneath her tongue.
She was a fucking mess.
And Rumi was even worse–mouth open against Zoey's thigh, drooling a wet, dark spot onto her jeans, shaking as her patterns flashed faster, brighter. The panting little whines that squeezed from her throat were studded with the wet slap of her cunt each time she dropped against Zoey's boot, and when Zoey threaded her fingers through Rumi's hair, they jumped in pitch and volume.
"God, look at her," Zoey murmured breathlessly, hand tightening into a fist as she forced Rumi's head off of her thigh. She tilted her face even as she cried out. "Look what you do to her, Mira–look how she falls apart on your cock. Fuck, she looks so good like this–wanna make her cry and squirt all over me–"
Mira was suddenly terrified she was going to come untouched–she couldn't fucking handle this, couldn't take Zoey's awed, filthy murmurs, couldn't take Rumi's eyes rolling back into her head as Mira's cock stretched her again and again and again. Mira strained against the ropes, attempting an ungainly shuffle as she tried to reach for Rumi.
Zoey's hand flashed out–Mira hadn't even realized she'd almost fallen until Zoey gripped the back of her neck–righting her as she moved closer. She leaned against the bed between Zoey's knees, just beside where Rumi screwed her eyes shut as she fucked herself open.
"So good, baby–taking me so well, Rumi, fuck, can you feel that?" Mira's ears were ringing, brain buzzing and empty of everything but the long, wanton moan spilling from Rumi's lips. "I'm so deep inside of you, pretty girl–" Rumi's breath hitched and she groaned, hips jogging raggedly, "–does it feel good? Do I feel good?"
"Yes–" Rumi whined through her teeth, tears streaking down her cheeks as Zoey's fist tightened. Mira felt bad, distantly, for making her misbehave; more than that, though, she felt eager.
"Oh, jagi–you know better. Don't–shhh, don't try to talk, Rumi–" Mira watched her shake all over, patterns flickering too fast to even see the colors, now. "You don't have to say a thing."
She leaned in, nuzzling at the junction between Rumi's shoulder and her neck. She traced the line of her pulse with her teeth, nipping at the sensitive skin just behind her jaw.
"You don't have to say a thing, Rumi," Mira murmured again, unable to keep the smirk from her lips, "all you've gotta do is take it, jagi." Mira laughed in her ear when Rumi shuddered, coiling tight as a spring.
"Just fucking take it."
And oh, did she fucking take it.
Rumi's mouth fell open in a soundless, breathless scream. Her eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as she rocked down onto Zoey's boot, twitching and jerking as she came; her patterns flashed and strobed, blindingly bright, and Mira knew from the way Zoey moaned and bucked her hips that Rumi's claws had punched through the denim of her jeans, likely piercing flesh. Rumi herself was unaware–too busy shaking and writhing. When Mira laughed again, dipping her head down to sink her teeth into the meat of her shoulder, Rumi gave a broken moan just as a wash of hot, wet come sprayed Mira's thigh.
It felt like victory, holding on with her teeth as Rumi whimpered and twitched through her aftershocks. At some point, Zoey's free hand migrated to the back of Mira's head, threading through her hair. She grinned, panting, when Zoey eased her off of Rumi as the wand fell still.
"You two," Zoey breathed, flushed and smiling. Her eyes were alight with a love that made Mira blush. "I–jeez, you know? Holy fuck. Holy fuck. I fucking love you so much, holy shit."
To Mira's surprise, Rumi burst into giggles, breathless and a little loopy. Her grin was dazed and her eyes were totally unfocused, but her voice was blissful and scratchy when she mumbled, "Love you, too. Love you so bad, Zo."
Zoey smiled shyly, thumb stroking Mira's cheek like an afterthought–like she couldn't help but want to touch her, even when she was overcome with emotion.
"Such a sap, Rumi," she sighed after a moment, still grinning wide. "Oh–also, Free. Do you think you can get up on your own?"
Rumi took a moment to gather herself, pawing at the back of her hood until Zoey helped her out of it. She swallowed, wiping her chin on denim before sitting back with a wince.
"Um–" Mira could see her legs shaking, but Rumi only frowned down at them. "Yeah, I think–I just–" She swallowed again, then raised her eyes. "I want to untie Mira, first–"
"Rumi–"
"–and make sure I didn't hurt your leg," she continued over Mira's protests. When Zoey frowned, too, mouth opening, Rumi's expression firmed. "No arguing."
Her tone shut Zoey's mouth with a click; Mira swallowed down her grumbles. Rumi looked between both of them, chewing her lip.
"I know you feel fine, Mir," she sighed finally, voice still raspy, "but I just." She paused, inhaling. Exhaling. "It's been long enough." When Mira lifted her chin, cocking an eyebrow, Rumi added, "Plus, I want–I want to hold you." She ducked her head, studying the pinprick holes she had made in Zoey's jeans and mumbling under her breath.
Despite her own disappointment, Mira couldn't help but laugh. "What was that, princess?"
It was Rumi's turn to grumble now, pressing at Zoey's calf with blunt fingertips. Zoey leaned in to hear her as well, biting her lip against a grin.
"I said," Rumi started, loud and confident, "I want–" before her volume died out in a mumble, "toholdyouwhenyoucome."
Mira laughed–not at Rumi, and not even at her embarrassed blush–but she didn't argue when Rumi finished her inspection of Zoey's leg and reached over, loosening the knots binding her arms. She may have even shivered a little when the ropes slipped free, gingerly bringing her hands in front of her, admiring the lines pressed into her skin.
For her part, Zoey teased Rumi even as she moved her leg for inspection, flexing and pointing her foot while Rumi observed.
"Can't believe we call Mira the lovergirl–meanwhile, Rumi's out here gunning for the title. You better be careful, Mir."
Rumi hummed in answer, satisfied that Zoey was whole, and stood on her knees.
Mira was listening, of course, though none of it processed as she watched her cock slip out of Rumi. It shone with slick, trailing strings of come from her twitching, swollen cunt. Mira actually might have blacked out a little at the sight. No way of telling.
"Mir? Mira? Miiiiiraaaaaa–"
"I–" Mira's throat was dry; Rumi had paused, leaning heavily on Zoey's lap when the shaking in her legs got the better of her. Mira's cock smeared slick over the curve of her ass as she caught her breath. "Um. I–"
"Youuuu–" Zoey trailed off knowingly, holding Rumi's bicep when she swung her leg back over the block, shuffling to make room for Mira. "Youuuu… Want your turn? Youuuuu… Love us real bad? You–"
"I need her in me."
There was some satisfaction to be had when Zoey choked on whatever she'd been about to say–even dropping the clicker, which clicked and made Rumi's patterns flash at the sound–but Mira was too locked in to give a shit. As soon as the words passed her lips, she'd known they were exactly what she meant.
She swallowed as she brought her gaze up to Zoey, who beamed back with a toothy grin and a wicked blush.
"Yeah? Want me to–" Zoey's flush brightened as she huffed a shaky, embarrassed breath, "want me to fuck her come into you, baby? Want to feel her inside of you?"
It was pretty fucked up that Mira's body still reacted to Zoey's voice like that–tightening her muscles, clenching on nothing, dripping (still, what the fuck)–even after Zoey had edged her and ruined her first orgasm and made her watch Rumi coming apart so beautifully on her cock–
"–a hand, pretty girl?"
Mira blinked as Rumi tugged at her, grinning her goofy, crooked grin. There was amusement in her eyes, too–less obvious than Zoey's–but she helped Mira shuffle over the block on her sore knees without a single word of teasing. Mira decided she'd let her off the hook entirely.
"You look so good like this," Rumi murmured once she'd settled behind her, trailing fingers across her skin. "All these pretty lines, for such a pretty girl."
Okay, so maybe Rumi wasn't the only one with a lethal praise kink; Mira couldn't suppress her shiver at the low words, not when Rumi's lips brushed her ear like that. At least she had an excuse, though; Zoey, meanwhile, leaned forwards with her hands white-knuckled in her sheets as she watched Rumi guide Mira's hips in a teasing circle, dragging the slick head of the cock around Mira's clit.
Zoey was so excited her leg was shaking. Mira wanted to make a joke about not needing the wand, but Rumi's arm squeezed her tight, pulling them flush; she reached around her hip, dragging fingertips across Mira's skin. She pressed the pads of those fingers through the soft curls above Mira's cunt, through the slick soaking her; Mira gushed when Rumi pressed a finger to her entrance–
And then Rumi withdrew, humming in Mira's ear.
"So you really liked it, huh?"
Maybe Mira had been premature in assuming her girlfriend was on her side; Rumi circled her finger languidly, dragging slick from inside of Mira, teasing her clit as she nipped at her shoulders.
"Watching me take your cock got you this wet? Or was it Zoey?"
Zoey whined, which helped not a single fucking bit.
"Did you like it when she was mean to you?" Rumi's lips were soft against the underside of Mira's jaw, her fangs sharp where they settled over Mira's pulse. "Did you like it when she wouldn't let you come?"
"Rumi–"
"Because I liked it when she finally did," Rumi murmured, ignoring her completely. Mira wished her body would stop telling on her; Rumi breathed a laugh when she felt Mira's clit twitch beneath her fingertip. "The way you moaned when she took her boot away–and God, how wet you were, it was everywhere–"
"Yeah it was," Zoey mumbled, watching, watching– "Wanted to taste it. Wanted it all to myself."
"Yeah–" Fuck, fuck, why was Rumi moaning in her ear, why was Zoey squirming so prettily on the bed, what the fuck, what the fuck– "but Zoey's so good for us, isn't she Mira? She's so good and selfless, she takes such good care of us–"
Her fingers were slippery where they delved between slick folds, parting Mira as Rumi stilled their hips.
"We should thank her, shouldn't we, Mir? We should let her watch while you take all my come?"
Fuck.
There were no words left to Mira–nothing at all in her head as Rumi dragged her down, sinking onto the thick, purple dildo still slick and warm from Rumi's body. Mira couldn't even control herself, her hand reaching up and over to grasp at Rumi's shoulder–to scratch and claw as she gasped and shook. Rumi hummed warm and content as they sank steadily–as Mira's cock stretched her, as Zoey watched and shivered and whispered "Fuck" under her breath.
"There you are, baby–" Mira made a noise at that, at the fluttering of her walls when she clenched on the cock bottomed out inside of her– "Just like that. It's good, right? So fucking good–and you look perfect like this, God–you're making such a mess all over Zoey's boot–" Rumi's voice shook as she shifted against Mira's ass. Mira's other hand flailed at Zoey's thigh; mindlessly, without taking her eyes from where the cock disappeared into Mira's cunt, Zoey snatched her hand from midair and intertwined their fingers.
"You're gushing, Mira–" Rumi laughed, rocking them against Zoey's boot. "Like you think you can push my come out of you if you squeeze hard enough." Another chuckle, and Mira watched Zoey's free hand fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans. "But that's not what you want, is it, Mir?"
"Want–" She didn't even know how she was speaking right at that moment. Zoey's head tipped back, eyes closed, when Mira heard the slick sound of her fingers sinking home. "Want you. And–Zoey. Want–"
Rumi hummed, lifting them–making Mira whine at the loss–before easing her back down.
"Want us?"
"Yeah," Mira nodded, letting her head fall back. "Please."
Zoey whimpered–unfair, she was going to come without any retribution at all–but Rumi sighed warm and smug in her ear.
"Of course, pretty girl. Anything for you."
Mira opened her mouth–to do what, she had no fucking clue–but Rumi rocked against her, and the wand clicked on, and suddenly words didn't matter at-fucking-all. The buzz rocketed through her, an electric shiver in her bones and her lungs and her teeth; it was a boiling kettle, heat and pleasure rising, pressing a moan high and keening from her throat. It was too much–almost immediately, she knew she was going to come pathetically fast and embarrassingly hard–but Rumi held her in place with an almost insulting ease, arm an iron bar across her middle, hips driving her forward and back.
Rumi forced Mira to fuck herself on Zoey's boot, and when Mira tried to writhe out of her grip–or even look away from Zoey's hand moving furiously inside of her jeans–Rumi grabbed her jaw, forcing her to watch as Zoey arched and shook.
"No, baby–look at her, Mira–look at what you do to her. You already know what you do to me–" The snap of her hips was brutal, the cock inside of Mira searing in its stretch– "now watch. See how desperate you make her?" More slick smeared against Mira's ass where Rumi was grinding against her, she realized; Rumi's voice shook in her ear. "See how–fuck, see how desperate you make both of us? God, Mira–"
Fuck, fuck–it was too much, Rumi in her ear and Zoey coiling tight and Mira buzzing in her bones and clenching in her cunt and– "I–Rumi, Rumi please, please, I can't–"
"You can."
"I–oh fuck, fuck, fuck–"
"Just like that," Rumi murmured, "just like that–say her name when you come Mir–say, Thank you, Zoey."
Lips numb, Mira groaned. "Z-Zoey–"
Mira had tried–she'd tried–but at the sound of her name in Mira's mouth, Zoey arched off the bed with a wail, and she thrashed against her hand as she came, and when she moved, it moved Mira–jostling her on the cock, forcing the wand right against her clit, beneath the weight of Mira and Rumi's hips, and–
And Mira couldn't have stopped it if she'd wanted to.
She came with a shout, throat raw with it as she gasped, as it dwindled with her breath; Rumi rolled her hips behind her, fucking her through it even as Mira arched and writhed, digging her nails into Rumi's shoulder. She grunted with each impact, each resounding slap of skin as Rumi rutted against her until she gasped and groaned, long and low. The feel of her smearing slick, the hot press of her cunt to Mira's ass–the cock stretching her wide, the fucking wand–
It all combined to slam another orgasm into Mira right on the heels of the first, punching the breath from her lungs and whiting out her vision as she felt heat splashing down her shaking legs, squirting with every aftershock rocking through her. She wasn't sure if she even managed to make a noise when it happened–besides the very obvious splatter, which she caught even over the ringing in her ears–but Zoey gave a warbling moan and Rumi a deeply satisfied groan, and then the wand clicked off, leaving them in breathless quiet.
For a few seconds, at least.
"Oh my gooooddddddd–"
Rumi laughed at Zoey, though she was just as breathless. Mira did not laugh; she couldn't do much at all. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be doing anything but shivering and breathing for the next two-to-four business days, as a matter of fact.
"Rumi, you have got to warn a girl before you start with the dirty talk, because holy shit. Like. Holy fucking shit. Seriously? Oh my God, I think I'm gonna die–I think you killed me, Rums. Actually, I think you killed her–" Whether Zoey was talking about Mira or her own pussy was beyond Mira's ability to parse right then. "And you know murder's illegal, Rumi. Holy fuck."
Mira felt Rumi's voice before she heard it, rumbling against her back as Rumi pulled her close, pressing little butterfly kisses to the side of her neck.
"I don't know what you mean, Zoey," she murmured–Mira felt her tongue tickle along the side of her neck, teasing at the marks she'd left. "I'm just a puppy."
Zoey heaved a laugh, opening her mouth–and then froze.
"Oh, dammit! You–the clicker training!"
Okay, so maybe Mira could still laugh. Rumi flashed gold at just the mention of the fucking clicker, despite how she'd stepped out of her role as obedient pup; the thing was clearly still working on her.
"You–" Mira's throat was shredded; lucky they were on hiatus. "You can try again later," she managed after clearing it. "Maybe when I'm not ruining the polish on your boots or dripping onto your floor."
Zoey pushed herself up with a groan, squinting down between Mira's legs.
"But I like when you're ruining the polish on my boots and dripping on my floor."
"And I like when I'm holding my girls in my arms."
Mira grinned when Zoey blushed; she guessed Rumi was blushing too, behind her back, though she couldn't exactly see her. Still, Rumi helped her stand up on wobbly knees before they climbed into the bed, collapsing beside Zoey in a sweaty, satisfied tangle of limbs.
In the warm quiet of the room, just as Mira was about to drift off, Zoey rolled over and burrowed into her arms, mumbling against her skin.
"That was awesome."
Behind her, curled against Mira's back, Rumi nodded sleepily.
"Yeah. I like making you come. Like, a lot."
"Wow, way to be super literal," Mira teased; when Rumi grumbled in response, Mira huffed a quiet laugh. "But same."
Zoey yawned. "Glad we're all in agreement: I'm awesome and I have the best ideas ever."
Rumi hummed. "The best ideas?"
"Well, yeah. Getting back at Mira was my idea, and my ideas are always brilliant and whimsical and super fucking hot."
"And wholesome," Rumi laughed.
"And wholesome, exactly. All those things."
The quiet that followed was expectant, charged–Mira frowned just as Zoey opened her mouth.
"And exciting, to boot."
Grinning, Zoey added, "Get it? Like–"
Mira groaned again in exasperation, rolling her eyes as Zoey cackled and Rumi giggled.
If she smiled a little, too, well.
That was between her and her girls.