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Thancred drained another glass of wine with a loud sigh. As much as Lyse liked catching up with old friends, she did prefer them to be less… drunk.
The Scions had been called in to help mediate a border dispute between Ala Mhigo and Girdania. A trivial dispute, really, one that could easily have been resolved without them and indeed, Thancred, Alisaie, Y’shtola and Marcus’ main role in the proceedings was standing around being visible to assure all parties involved that the real negotiator, a delegate out of Ishgard, was truly being impartial. Heck, if Alisaie’s private admission to Lyse was to be believed, part of the reason Alphinaud wasn’t attending was his diplomatic expertise felt personally insulted the Eorzean Alliance wanted several Scions to hold their hands for something this minor.
Still, the ‘mission’ such as it was involved spending several days sitting in on meetings they weren’t expected to contribute to, attending nice dinners with meals provided by master culinarians and absolutely no one trying to kill them. A veritable vacation as far as the Scions ever got. Marcus hadn’t even been requested to attend, he had all but been invited by the other Scions. No one was going to turn down the presence of a dignitary as significant as the Warrior of Light and space had been quickly made for him. Not the easiest thing in the world, seeing as the palace’s guest wing was already full of the bickering delegates, but the Scion comportment had already been assigned two rooms, one for Y’shtola and Alisaie, one for Thancred alone, and the simple solution of dragging another bed into Thancred’s room had quickly presented itself.
For her part, Lyse had welcomed the chance to see her former comrades again. She and Alisaie had spent a couple hours after the day’s proceedings had come to a close catching up before Alisaie had left to meet up with an old acquittance of hers. Her former red mage instructor was Ala Mihgan, apparently. Lyse had looked for the others but Y’shtola was nowhere to be seen and Marcus had apparently retired to his room early. That left only Thancred, who Lyse found in one of the palace’s sitting rooms bravely making a one-man assault against the imperial remanent in Ala Mhigo. Or rather, the ranks of Garlean wine that had yet to be drunk.
“I tell you Lyse, Garleans may be right bastards at times, but let no one say they don’t know their way around a vineyard.” Thancred wasn’t exactly slurring his words, but his face was awful flushed and he’d polished off a whole bottle in the time it took Lyse to have one glass. Granted, Thancred had poured her a generous serving to begin with, but still. Some members of the Resistance refused to even touch Garlean made products (even if they were actually produced in Dalmasca), it was why they still had so much of it this long after the liberation, but Lyse had to admit it was good wine. Thancred gestured towards Winfred. “Barkeep, another bottle of Garlean red if you please.”
The sitting room wasn’t quite a bar, this being a royal palace and all, but it was a room intended for people to sit around enjoying drinks and so calling Winfred the bartender seemed accurate enough. He gave Lyse a worried look as he pulled down another bottle of wine. Lyse stood and walked over to collect the new supply of alcohol and paused as Winfred spoke to her.
“If he keeps this up, he’s probably going to pass out here.” Winfred spoke quietly, but not quietly enough to escape Thancred’s sharp ears.
“That is entirely the point.” Thancred slapped a hand on the table, annoyed. “My dear roommate is as subtle as a charging aurochs, so I need other accommodations for the evening. And why not here, with this place’s remarkable supply of fine drink to pass the time with?”
Lyse frowned at his words. Were he and Marcus having a falling out? An intense one, if Thancred couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as him. She decided this needed some looking into. “This is his last one.” She told a grateful Winfred before walking the bottle over to Thancred and saying goodbye with a reassuring pat on his shoulder.
She made her way to the guest wing, thinking as she went. While she definitely wanted to know what was up between Marcus and Thancred, if Marcus was in their room alone and Thancred clearly didn’t intend to return any time soon if at all, then maybe Lyse could… spend some time with him. They had both agreed that night in Rhalgr’s Reach was a one-time event but there was no reason they couldn’t have another one-time event here, was there? It had been a long time since she’d been with anyone and she’d certainly had worse partners than him. She’d gotten an itch and knew just what to scratch it with.
On an impulse that was likely from the wine, Lyse slipped into a hidden passage as she approached Marcus’ room. Before the King of Ruin had gone completely mad, he had allowed visitors into his palace but was still paranoid they might be planning against him. So he had ordered the guest wing heavily renovated to increase the size of the rooms without changing the size of the wing. This made for an excuse to have less visitors and with the rooms as large as they were it was harder for people to tell that the renovation had also added hidden passageways within the walls that allowed his agents to spy on the inhabitants and even jump in on them should they say something treasonous. It was childish, she knew, but Lyse wanted to see if her popping out of a wall might startle even the often stoic Warrior of Light.
As she approached the spy hole, however, she heard certain noises coming from within the room. The kind of noises that made it instantly clear why Thancred had no intention of staying here tonight. Aside from some annoyance that someone else had beaten her to the pleasure of Marcus’ company, Lyse was mature enough to leave the two of them to their fun. Except, both voices sounded familiar, not just Marcus’. So Lyse crept closer to the spy hole, telling herself she’d only look to confirm her suspicions and then she’d give them their privacy. She raised her eye to the hole and had to stifle a gasp.
The woman with Marcus was Y’shtola, as Lyse had guessed. That wasn’t what shocked her. What shocked her was the way the naked sorceress’s arms were bound behind her back with a complicated rope tie that also wrapped around her torso and breasts. And the way Marcus was roughly pounding into her, slapping her ass as he thrust aggressively, Y’shtola’s face being pressed into the mattress by the force of their rutting. From this angle it was hard to see his face, but from the few glimpses Lyse got Marcus looked to be savagely enjoying himself.
That was almost the most surprising thing of all. When they had made love atop the statue of Rhalgr, Marcus had been very gentle with her, almost overly considerate. Nearly the complete opposite of the domineering beast Lyse saw now. She hated to even think something so horrid about her close friend, but was he forcing himself on Y’shtola? But the sound of Y’shtola’s pleased moans, audible even through the bedclothes her face was pressed into, gave Lyse pause. Marcus grabbing the Miqo’te firmly by the hair and forcing her to rear back up didn’t exactly reassure Lyse, but the ecstasy she saw on Y’shtola’s face made it seem unlikely she was being raped.
Lyse knew she should leave and give them their privacy. Or burst in there if she truly did think Marcus was forcing himself on Y’shtola. Not stand here being a voyeur. But she couldn’t help herself. Even as she told herself she shouldn’t watch this; she couldn’t look away. Y’shtola writhing in Marcus’ grip entranced her, and she felt herself shiver as the older Scion squealed after a particularly strong spank. Marcus moved his hand from Y’shtola’s hair to her throat, pulling her close to him.
“What’s the matter, Kitten?” Marcus said, his voice more scornful and mocking than Lyse had ever heard it. “This too much for you? You spend all day acting like a whore but you can’t handle this?”
Lyse had no idea what he was talking about. They’d been sitting next to each other at the negotiation table, sure, but they had barely even looked at each other. It had almost been like they were studiously ignoring one another, from where Lyse had been sitting. Though, come to think of it, their hands had been below the table for much of the meeting…
Y’shtola confirmed her suspicions. “Sorry Master, I just wanted you so badly.” Lyse probably couldn’t have imagined hearing the Miqo’te speak with that plaintive, lusty tone in her voice if she hadn’t heard it with her own ears. She felt a tremor run up her spine and a sudden surge of heat in her core.
“Then take what you deserve!” Marcus forced Y’shtola back down again and increased the pace of his thrusts. The almost frantic slapping of her skin on his filled the room. Marcus grabbed Y’shtola’s tail and squeezed, provoking a gasp that quickly became a moan.
Lyse shifted her hips, feeling her arousal grow at the display before her. Almost without thinking, she slipped a hand through the waistband of her pants. She began to tease her slit as she watched her friends fuck, retaining just enough sense of mind to be grateful they couldn’t see her. As their moans grew more intense, she felt herself getting wetter and bit her lip to stifle her own noises. She was getting so into her own pleasure, she almost missed Y’shtola speaking.
“Ifrit.”
Marcus reacted like he’d been seared by that fiery Primal, instantly pulling out of Y’shtola and releasing her. He even backed away, as if suddenly afraid of the woman who was helpless beneath him. “What is it? What’s wrong?” The change from the aggressive belligerence he’d had to this show of concern was so jarring the two might have been different men.
“Nothing.” Y’shtola said, catching her breath. A wave of her fingers signaled him back in and he began to untie her. “We need to talk.”
Marcus voiced Lyse’s own question. “And it couldn’t have waited?”
“No.” Y’shtola turned her blind eyes to stare directly at the hidden door Lyse was behind. “Come out, Lyse.”
The pugilist felt a sudden impulse to flee. Take off running as fast as she could and hope they couldn’t catch her. But she knew that wasn’t going to help in the long run. Unless she planned to never speak to either of them again, she’d have to face the music now.
With no small amount of reluctance, she opened the door.
After the initial shock and confusion and frantic apologies, Marcus had pulled on a pair of pants and the trio sat around a small table nearly cringing with awkwardness. Well, the two Hyur were. Despite being clad only in a blanket thrown around her shoulders, Y’shtola somehow managed to be more composed than the both of them put together. They would likely still be babbling at each other if she hadn’t firmly overridden their chatter and gotten them both to sit down so they could talk.
“I want to be perfectly clear so there are no misconceptions.” Y’shtola was saying. The contrast between her dignified bearing now and the mewling sex partner she had been mere minutes prior would have been amusing in any other circumstances. “The rough way you saw Marcus treating me was not only with my permission, but at my request. He and I enjoy games of dominance in bed, but that has no bearing on how we treat each other outside of these specific and agreed upon moments.”
Lyse might have thought that statement an attempt to salvage her pride after being caught in such a degrading position, especially given how the other woman maintained such a serious and composed air most of the time. But she didn’t miss the way Y’shtola’s hand settled on Marcus’. She guessed the Miqo’te was more worried Lyse might think less of him than of herself. A not unfounded fear, she thought, remembering her earlier suspicions.
“So you two do this sort of thing often?” Lyse asked.
“The nature of our work means we don’t get much time to ourselves, and when we do we don’t always engage in that kind of play.” Y’shtola elaborated. “But yes, this is a common enough activity for the two of us.”
Lyse hadn’t missed that she said dominance games, plural. “Do you always have the same…” She fished for the right word. “Roles?”
“Not always. I prefer to be the submissive partner and Marcus the dominant one, but we have changed things on occasion.” Y’shtola had a small smile, as if fondly remembering one such occasion. Lyse couldn’t help but notice Marcus wasn’t chiming into the conversation at all. That wasn’t terribly surprising, given his habitual silence, but there was still a touch of awkwardness in his bearing she found oddly reassuring. She knew she often came off as childish and this subject made her feel it. At least he was in the same boat as her, even if he was apparently more experienced.
“There are not ironclad rules, just whatever we feel like doing at the time. The only consistent structure we have is this,” Y’shtola pointed to the black choker she was wearing. “Indicates a willingness to be dominated and our signals to stop.”
“Like saying Ifrit.” Lyse offered. “But even if you can stop… how did you start?” She asked, flustered. She was hardly a blushing schoolgirl, but this subject was a little hot for her. Still, as embarrassing as this felt to talk about, Lyse couldn’t help but want to know more. “I mean, since when do you like submitting to someone else? You’re always in control.”
“And that’s exactly why.” Y’shtola explained. “I rather enjoy surrendering myself in a safe environment, letting down my defenses and being vulnerable because I know I can trust Marcus to treat me the way I want to be treated.” Put like that, Lyse could definitely see the appeal. Y’shtola smirked. “It’s also quite satisfying to let him have his way with me, to be completely at the mercy of those strong arms and that big co-”
Marcus coughed, blushing. He wasn’t the only one, Lyse could feel the heat in her face too. And elsewhere, but hopefully they wouldn’t notice that. She wanted to pry further, but felt she may have been rude to ask even this much.
“So, what happens now?” She asked.
Y’shtola and Marcus shared a look. “We ask that you keep this a secret.” Y’shtola said. “Our relationship is known to any who care to ask but we prefer to keep the details of our activities in bed private.”
“I think Thancred knows.” Lyse offered, thinking back to earlier. Marcus frowned slightly.
“He knows we have sex often. Everything else, he doesn’t.”
“He’s a sharp man.” Y’shtola chimed in. “I’m sure he has his suspicions. In any case, all we desire from you is your silence. Unless you wish to join us.”
The last sentence had been delivered so matter-of-factly Lyse might have thought she imagined it were it not for Marcus staring askance at Y’shtola. “What?”
She looked to him, not quite grinning. There was a flash of skin beneath her blanket as she shifted her legs. “It would hardly be the first time we had another in our bed.”
From the way she said that, Lyse could tell there was a story there. Marcus bulled past whatever Y’shtola was hinting at. “That was different.”
“Entirely.” Y’shtola conceded. “But your tryst at the Reach wasn’t as secret as the two of you thought and she was touching herself while watching us.”
“You knew about that?” Marcus asked.
“You saw me?” Lyse was mortified.
“Wait, you were?” Marcus turned to her, bewildered.
“Well, I…” She floundered for a moment. “I mean, I was coming to you anyway to see if you were interested in sleeping with me again so when I saw you already at it and I was worked up a little I kinda…” She finally started listening to the words coming out of her mouth and promptly shut up. A long pause followed before Y’shtola took pity on the flustered Hyurs.
“So, her willingness for sex with you is not the issue. If she’s okay with me, then I see no reason we cannot enjoy ourselves together. Either with or without the domination aspects.”
“I… I…” Lyse’s mind was spinning. Sex? With both of them? It wasn’t like she didn’t swing that way but even so… And did she want them to dominate her? Or Marcus to dominate both her and Y’shtola? Wait, did she want any domination at all? Unconsciously, her hands squeezed each other as her thoughts went a malm a minute and got nowhere. Distracted as she was, she didn’t notice Marcus give Y’shtola a surreptitious elbow jab.
“I apologize.” The Miqo’te began. “Mayhap I am being too forward. If I’ve made you uncomfortable then-”
“No!” Lyse interjected. “I mean, I was just caught off guard and I didn’t think you’d be interested and I’ve never been with two people at once let alone-” She shut up, aware she was rambling. She took a deep breath, the others watching her but saying nothing. Slowly, deliberately, Lyse nodded.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
Lyse tested the bindings holding her hands together.
After a brief discussion they had decided to resume Marcus and Y’shtola’s session, with Lyse joining Y’shtola. The Miqo’te had taken over ‘preparing’ her, guiding Lyse to strip down to her panties while Marcus watched and tying her hands together behind her back. The hungry look on the Warrior of Light’s face made Lyse’s spine tingle.
Satisfied her hands were securely bound, Lyse stood before her friend, no, her master with her heart pounding. She was actually going to do this. Going to be used and abused and treated like property. Her mouth felt dry and her stomach was knotting in a not quite unpleasant way. She could feel Y’shtola’s breath on the back of her neck as the older woman circled her. The cool feel of leather on her skin almost made Lyse jump as the collar was slipped around her neck and fastened. Tightly, but not uncomfortably so.
“Welcome to the fold.” Y’shtola whispered in her ear, then withdrew with a parting nip at Lyse’s neck. Lyse shivered, whether from the words or the bite she wasn’t sure.
Marcus stood, walked over to her. Her regarded her for a long while, expression stony. The moment stretched long enough that Lyse began to wonder if she should do or say something and shifted on her feet. Moving so fast she almost couldn’t see it, Marcus slapped her across the face. The blow had little force behind it, it was more shocking than painful, but Lyse still recoiled from the hit and tried instinctively to bring her hand to her stinging cheek. Marcus’ hand closed on her ponytail and yanked her head back.
“Did you really think you were going to spy on us?” He growled angrily. “Thought we’d put on a nice show for you?” He released her hair and grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to lock eyes with him. “Did you enjoy yourself, you little voyeur?” She squirmed at the word and he made an expression of mock-apology. “Oh, don’t like being called that? It’s what you are, whore.”
Gods. He had barely even touched her and already she felt like she was on fire inside.
“Just look at you.” He let her go and stepped back, drinking her in. “Creeping around in passageways hungry for even a peek at some action.” He moved back to her, a hand grasping her breast. The sudden shock of it made her gasp, which quickly became a moan as he slowly kneaded the sensitive flesh.
Marcus barked out a laugh. “Eager, aren’t we?” Lyse involuntarily shifted her hips and pressed her legs together, knowing all it would take was a hand down there to see how truly eager she was. Despite herself, she let out a piteous whine as Marcos removed his hand from her breast.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your fun.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “After you earn it like a good little slut.”
He roughly pushed her down to her knees, the force turning Lyse slightly and letting her see Y’shtola behind her. The naked Miqo’te was already kneeling, her arms folded behind her back as if she was bound too. Just the sight of such a powerful woman looking so submissive and pliable sent a rush of warmth into Lyse’s core. She wasn’t left any time to appreciate the sight, as Marcus forced her to turn back to face him. He fished out his cock, the meaty rod hardening in the chamber’s hot air.
“What are you staring at?” He demanded. “Get on with it.”
Lyse moved her head to the cock, lightly kissing the head and giving it a lick. The familiar taste and powerful smell brought back memories. Gods, it had been far too long since she’d gotten laid. She slowly moved down its length, bathing the shaft with her tongue. As she returned to the end she opened her mouth and enveloped the head, sucking on it.
“Come on.” Marcus said unseen above her. “I said get on with it.”
Then his hand was on the back of her head pressing her against him and forcing his length down her throat. Lyse almost gagged from the sudden intrusion and instinctively tried to rear away, but his hand held her in place. He gave her a moment to recover, then slowly drew himself out of her only to thrust back in without warning. This time he got even deeper and her nose scrapped the tangle of his pubes. More prepared this time, Lyse sucked down hard on the cock inside her and earned a small groan from him.
“That’s it.” He said, drawing out of her again. He continued to fuck her face, the room filling with the sounds of her slurping as she tried her hardest to service the cock hammering into her. She’d had rough oral sex before, but even knowing what to expect didn’t make her any less aroused at being used as a cock sleeve. So much so that when he stopped thrusting his hips against her, her only reaction was to begin bobbing her head herself to replicate his motions.
“Good Puppy.” Marcus said, grinning down at her.
The pet name made Lyse flush but damned if she didn’t redouble her efforts anyway. Eagerly sucking and slurping away, her mind hazy from the scent of his cock, she wasn’t about to object. Not when she could feel his cock twitching inside her mouth and taste the tantalizing hints of precum as she got him closer to the edge. She was so absorbed in her efforts, the feel of hands on her breasts made her jump in surprise. Y’shtola, who Lyse had forgotten all about in the excitement, leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
“You like it.” She said huskily, body moving to match the pace of Lyse impaling her throat with Marcus’ dick. “You like being his pet, don’t you? Poor Lyse, the hero of the revolution that everyone looks up to. No one would ever dream of treating you like a slut, a cock hungry whore. But that’s all you want, isn’t it? To be used, to be owned by him, to be his good little puppy.” As she spoke, Y’shtola’s hands made slow circles around her boobs that stoked the fire building inside her.
The degrading words and Y’shtola’s ministrations drove Lyse closer to the edge and she intensified her sucking of Marcus cock, knowing without needing to be told she wouldn’t be allowed to cum without first satisfying her master. And fortunately for her she could feel his cock twitching and hear him groan as she labored away. Finally he grabbed her head with both hands and forced himself as deeply down her throat as he could go. The rush of warm, salty cum filled her mouth, enough that she choked on it.
Marcus pulled out of her as she coughed, trying to catch her breath without spilling any of his delicious seed in the process. Overwhelmed as she was, she didn’t notice Y’shtola was moving around her until her lips met Lyse’s. The kiss turned into a flurry of licks as Y’shtola lapped up every bit of cum that Lyse had dribbled onto her chin. Her tongue thrust inside Lyse’s mouth, triggering a frantic battle between them as Y’shtola tried to steal away with some of Lyse’s prize. Even when there was no more cum to be had, their tongues continued to battle for dominance, the sorceress only breaking away when Marcus spoke.
“Kitten?”
“Yes Master?” Y’shtola replied, sounding nearly as aroused as Lyse felt.
“Our Puppy has earned a reward. Why don’t you give her a treat?”
Y’shtola said no more, just grinned lustily and captured Lyse’s lips with her own again. But this time she didn’t stop there, her one hand again cupping Lyse’s breast while the other slipped down inside the brawler’s now thoroughly soaked panties. Lyse’s walls clenched around the intruding digits as Y’shtola inserted her fingers into Lyse’s snatch. With all the buildup she’d already experienced earlier, the contact was enough to get Lyse moaning against Y’shtola’s mouth. Y’shtola broke the kiss as she began to thrust her fingers in and out of Lyse’s pussy. “Come on Puppy. Cum for me.”
Lyse needed no encouragement, her head lolling backward. Her hips are shaking, hands straining against the ropes binding them together, her entire body trembling from the pleasure coursing through her, building ever stronger. A savage bite to her neck was the final straw and she cried out. The swell of her orgasm ripped through her. Her world went white.
As the waves of pleasure gradually faded, Lyse realized she had rocked away from Y’shtola and fallen backwards onto the ground. Y’shtola was leaning over her with a look of concern on her face. Apparently satisfied Lyse hadn’t hurt herself, the Miqo’te rose and sauntered off. The sway of her hips accentuated by the swish of her tail, Y’shtola joined Marcus over by the bed. Marcus had a small glass bottle filled with a purple liquid; Lyse watched as he carefully took a sip that looked like it could only have been a few drops’ worth. He and Y’shtola exchanged some quiet words Lyse couldn’t hear. They parted with a quick kiss and returned to their ‘puppy’.
Lyse had managed to sit herself up when they rejoined her. “My kitten has been a very good girl, waiting patiently while you’ve been enjoying yourself.” Marcus said, looking down at her with one hand wrapped around Y’shtola. The Miqo’te closed her eyes and shivered as his hand passed over her breast and gave it a squeeze. “Lucky for you, she’s decided to include you in her reward.”
Lyse floundered for what to say for a moment. “Thank you, Kitten.” At a raised eyebrow from Marcus, she continued. “And thank you, Master.”
They both gave her predatory grins that suggested her thanks were premature. The thought stoked the embers of her arousal, she could already feel herself heating up again. When Marcus bent down and picked her up as easily as plucking a dropped gil from the ground she had to resist the urge to moan. The strength in his arms and the feel of his warm chest against her bare skin was electrifying. He dropped her on the bed, not ungently, and she almost whined from the sudden loss of contact. She awkwardly tried to sit up despite her bound hands. Y’shtola’s hands on her shoulders forced her to lay back down and the Miqo’te straddled her face. Then Lyse understood. Her part in Y’shtola’s ‘reward’ was going to be eating the other woman out. She licked her lips in anticipation.
But then, instead of lowering her lips to Lyse’s, Y’shtola bent forward and supported herself with her hands. She was on her hands and knees above Lyse; her glistening pussy tantalizingly close but just out of reach. Lyse tried to raise her head but this time it was Marcus holding her shoulders down.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He admonished. “This is her reward, not yours Puppy. You just stay still and enjoy the show.”
He released her shoulders and straightened up. His erect cock poking at Y’shtola’s entrance, Lyse finally understood what they were doing. These bastards… was as far as her thoughts went before Marcus thrust into Y’shtola.
The Miqo’te moaned loudly at the intrusion, her head rearing backwards as she was stuffed full. From her vantage point beneath the duo Lyse had a perfect view of the cock spearing into her pussy. Marcus drew out slowly and just as slowly slid back in. From past Y’shtola’s hips Lyse could see him smirking down at her, clearly enjoying giving her a torturously good view. Lyse shifted her hips uncomfortably. Her now thoroughly soaked panties were clinging to her snatch and she desperately pressed her legs together and rolled her hips to try to alleviate the rising tide within her, to no avail.
Y’shtola apparently was under similar distress. “Please Master.” She panted, her tail twitching. “Please fuck me hard.”
“How can I say no to my slutty Kitty when she asks so nicely?” Marcus said before taking Y’shtola by the hips and slamming into her. She gave a startled yelp at the sudden intensity that quickly became a moan as he set a punishing pace. She shifted her weight to brace herself better against the onslaught, her hips moving in time with his as they rutted against one another. Glittering droplets of her arousal rained down onto Lyse, who greedily lapped up the ones within reach.
The young resistance fighter was in delicious agony. The chorus of moans and grunts from Y’shtola and Marcus, the sight of their lovemaking in vivid detail directly in front of her, the tantalizing taste of their juices dripping down to her, everything about this situation was driving Lyse mad with lust. Her hands were instinctively straining against her bonds, her arousal quickly turning into a desperate need for release. But she could do nothing. Her hands were tightly bound and she knew if she tried to touch the others again Marcus would stop on the spot.
“Seven hells.” Lyse breathed, feeling like she might cum even without being touched if this kept up.
The duo’s fucking got more intense as Marcus and Y’shtola both got closer to their own limits. The Miqo’te was moaning with wanton abandon now, her limbs trembling as she rocked back and forth from the force of Marcus’ thrusting. Marcus had removed one hand from her hip and was spanking her, rhythmic hits alternating each ass cheek. He was also moaning, deep exhalations that did wonderful things to Lyse’s insides.
“Fuck, haah, who’s a good Kitty?” He was saying. Y’shtola responded with the same lusty tone, overcome with need.
“I am, I’m your slutty kitty!” The hand that had been spanking her moved to her tail. Marcus squeezed hard and pulled strongly on it. “MMAAARCUS!!!”
Y’shtola screamed his name as she came, her entire body shaking from the force of it. Her arms gave way and she slumped down onto Lyse. The sudden feeling of warm flesh against her stomach caused Lyse to moan herself. Y’shtola’s hips were still up, supported by Marcus who seemed to have no interest in stopping just because his partner had finished. His hips kept pistoning into hers with reckless abandon. Lyse could feel the force of his thrusts as Y’shtola rocked against her. Given no chance to recover, Y’shtola’s moans turned into something feverish.
Lyse’s pussy clenched, nearly overcome herself. The strongest, most powerful woman she’d ever met laying against her while she was reduced to nothing more than a cock sleeve.
“Oh gods! Please!” For half a moment Lyse thought Y’shtola was begging for mercy. “More!”
Marcus laughed, rough with exertion. He was panting now, bending over Y’shtola’s back as he somehow managed to increase his speed. He buried himself inside her to the hilt, grabbing her by the torso and rearing backwards. With a strangled cry he came, his cock twitching and pulsing inside her as he flooded her with his seed. The thick white cum seeped out of Y’shtola’s pussy and dribbled back onto his balls. Lyse felt her mouth water at the sight of it. Without waiting for permission, she raised her head and began to clean her master’s balls.
Marcus started at the feel of her tongue on his scrotum but gave a hum of appreciation. He pulled his softening cock out of Y’shtola and Lyse had a moment of indecision. She could, and probably should, lick him clean but his cum was already starting to spill out of Y’shtola and that seemed like a colossal waste. Marcus made the decision for her by scooting back and lowering Y’shtola’s pussy onto her face. Despite the walls of warm flesh around her as Y’shtola’s thighs settled on either side of her head, Lyse heard Marcus’ next words clearly.
“Time you got to work, Puppy. Clean Kitty up nice and neat now.”
Lyse needed no encouragement, lapping up the mingled sperm and pussy juices like her life depended on it. She chased down every drop she could find of the delicious mixed fluids. When her tongue entered Y’shtola’s pussy she could feel the inner walls contract against her as Y’shtola moaned. She ground against Lyse’s face, trying to dig Lyse’s tongue deeper inside. Lyse was happy to oblige. She whorled her tongue inside Y’shtola and felt the Miqo’te’s hands land on her stomach as she tried to support herself. A veritable waterfall of arousal was flowing out of her and Lyse was determined to lick up every sweet drop.
Lyse was dimly aware of Marcus pushing her legs open, a nugget of information that filled her with excitement and anticipation as she felt him move between her legs. Finally, finally they were going to do it. But much to her dismay, he didn’t do anything further to her. Instead, Y’shtola’s moans were suddenly muffled and replaced with the slurping and panting of a frantic make-out session. Lyse set about tonguing Y’shtola even harder, drawing hungry circles inside her until her jaw ached. She had to finish her task, then she’d get rewarded.
Y’shtola’s thighs clenched tight around her head and with a final rush of juices and a cry that was almost a scream she came in Lyse’s mouth. The enveloping warmth around Lyse’s head was suddenly gone as the Scion flopped backwards off of her onto the bed, panting heavily. Lyse had no thoughts to spare on Y’shtola, however, as her attention was fixated on the hands on her hips. Marcus slipped his fingers into the waistband and slowly, finally, pulled her panties down. Lyse almost cried aloud at the feel of the air on her desperately aching pussy. But despite his erect cock, Marcus seemed in no hurry to fuck her. Instead, he regarded her with an interested expression, like one would a painting on a wall. Lyse knew she was probably quite the sight. Naked with her hands bound, flushed and sweating, all but trembling from the unsatisfied lust coursing through her. But she had absolutely no patience for indulging Marcus’ reverie.
“Come on, Marcus. Fuck me already.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow at her and Lyse realized her mistake.
“Please master, please fuck your Puppy.”
That got a better reaction, Marcus coming forward so that their bodies were almost but still, damn him, not yet touching. He trailed a hand lazily along the side of her face and Lyse couldn’t help herself but lean into his hand. Then with a blur of speed his tender touch turned into a tight grip on her neck. Not tight enough to constrict her throat, but she still felt her breath hitch.
“You seem to be forgetting we’re not here for you. You’re here for me.” Marcus almost growled at her. His tone was so domineering and authoritative, the feel of the strength in his hand on her, the way he was looking down at her right now… Lyse felt like she could melt at any second. “I’ll use you however I want!”
His last word became a shout as he thrust into her. Finally, finally Lyse had his cock inside her. It felt even larger, even more heavenly than the last time they had fucked. Even just the feeling of him filling her up was almost more than she could handle. But Marcus had other ideas.
“I cum first, got it Puppy? Otherwise, there’ll be consequences.”
Lyse actually whimpered at the command, but did her best to comply. Denying the flood of pleasure inside her was no mean feat, but she concentrated on holding the tide at bay as Marcus began to fuck her. His thick cock driving deep inside her forced out a moan but she clenched down on him as hard as she could and was rewarded with a groan from him as well. He let go of her neck, hands settling at her hips and Lyse braced herself.
Marcus set a fast pace and Lyse couldn’t help herself but react. It was all she could do not to cum, she certainly couldn’t stop herself from writhing beneath him and giving moans that were practically screams. The smack of skin on skin echoed through the room as their hips slammed together over and over. Her bound hands were clenching tightly into fists, fingers clenched so hard they ached. Every time his cock speared inside her it sent a surge of pleasure rippling through her. She was barely aware of where she was anymore, the only things that existed in the haze of lust swirling in her brain were the cock inside her and that she couldn’t cum.
That thought became her mantra as Marcus thrust deep inside her. She couldn’t cum, she had to satisfy her master first. Gripped with a mad desperation, she tried every trick she knew to wring an orgasm out of him faster. She rolled her hips and ground against him when he buried himself inside her. When he drew, she clenched her inner walls tight as she could to hold onto him. And still, she didn’t cum. It felt like she was going to split in two or come apart at the seams but Lyse desperately held herself back through sheer force of will.
He was almost there, she could tell. Marcus was breathing heavily as he plunged inside her, his groans getting higher pitched as she drove him closer to the edge. She could feel his cock twitching inside her. He was getting closer and closer, she was going to do it, she could hold out long enough. Emboldened, she gripped him even tighter than she had before on his next thrust.
“Oh fuck!” Marcus cried as he felt her walls contract around him. That breathy, lust-filled exclamation knifed straight into Lyse’s brain and lodged itself there, a chink in the armor of denial she’d fashioned for herself. She tried to hold it in, but her long-suffering body had been pushed far beyond its breaking point. There was nothing she could do to stop it anymore.
Lyse came, came so hard it wiped all thought from her mind. She shuddered and shook as it ripped through her. Her muscles screamed as they involuntarily flexed and quaked, her higher brain functions lost in the tsunami engulfing her. She retained just enough awareness the know Marcus had pulled out of her and was frantically stroking his cock above her. With a final groan that sent yet another tremor running down her spine he came, dousing her with a warm rain of his seed.
Lyse didn’t remember much of the next few minutes. She eventually came to and found herself laying on the bed, drenched in cum that was cooling in the air of the chamber. Marcus was sitting over her with a washcloth in his hand. With a start, Lyse realized her head was resting on his lap.
“Let’s get you cleaned off.” He said, and started wiping his cum off of her. Lyse was content to lay there and enjoy the feel of his surprisingly gentle touch while she tried to coax some life back into her limbs. She smirked up at him.
“I came first, so what’s my punishment?”
Marcus let out a tired snort. “That was just me buying time. I needed to catch up with you somehow.”
“Pity.” Lyse said and while she made it sound sarcastic, she was a little disappointed. Marcus finished cleaning her, at least for now (she’d need a long bath after this for sure), and undid the collar around her neck. He made a little gesture at her and Lyse complied, rolling over so he could get at her hands. A moment later she was unbound. Sitting up, she rolled her shoulders to work the stiffness out of them when she saw Y’shtola. The naked Miqo’te lay face down and motionless on the bed and if Lyse was any judge she hadn’t moved since Lyse had eaten her out.
“Is she okay?”
Marcus followed her gaze. “That one-two punch we did knocked her out of it. She’ll either wake up in the next fifteen minutes, or sleep through the night.”
Lyse made a noncommittal hmm at the words. Speaking of sleep, she knew she ought to return to her own quarters. But the prospect of making herself presentable and navigating the long trip back to her room seemed deeply unappealing at the moment.
Marcus slipped off the bed, walked over to the other end, and gently rolled Y’shtola over. With exceptional care, he picked her up and softly set her down so she was laying properly with her head on a pillow. After what looked like a moment of long deliberation, he settled onto the mattress himself beside his companion. That made up Lyse’s mind and she flopped herself down next to him.
“Did you like it?” Marcus asked her.
“By the Twelve, yes.” Lyse answered. “We have got to do that again sometime.”
“Well, we’re in Ala Mhigo for another few days.” Marcus replied. “I’m sure we can find the time.”
“In my room.” Lyse said, suddenly remembering what started all this. “We need to give poor Thancred a place to sleep that people aren’t going to be having sex in.”
Marcus laughed tiredly at that. “Yeah, I suppose he deserves one.”
They settled into a comfortable silence for the next few minutes, until the question Lyse wanted to ask wouldn’t be denied any more. “So… Puppy?”
Marcus chuckled sheepishly. “I could make up some spiel about how you’re energetic and friendly like a puppy but honestly I was just running with her already being ‘Kitty’.”
The laughter made Y’shtola stir. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes and stretching.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Marcus said cheerily and from the other side of him Lyse waved.
Y’shtola regarded the two of them and sighed. “Lyse, you’re more than welcome to sleep here but I am not going to bed with anyone who isn’t cleaned up.” Putting her words into action, she stood up and began walking, somewhat unsteadily, over to where their clothes were. “Come along, we’re going down to the baths.”
Lyse suppressed a laugh and smiled instead. Some things never change, she thought as she and Marcus got up and followed Y’shtola.