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Rumi groaned as she hauled herself out of bed and yanked her battle leathers on. She hadn’t even had time to repair the claw tears in the shoulder from the night before. Getting up at 2:00 am to fight demons was getting old fast, and the cracks were starting to show.

They were supposed to be on hiatus! It was supposed to be restful. Relaxing. Rumi was supposed to be finally enjoying the bathhouse and sleepovers and the other activities her patterns had excluded her from for so long. Instead, they were all being kept absurdly busy hunting down pockets of demons that had stayed in the human world after the creation of the new Honmoon.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t track these demons unless they actively started harming people, because they weren’t coming through tears in the barrier. Some of the sneakier demons seemed content to lie low for a while and try to avoid detection, which is why the three of them were still being run ragged six weeks later.

Rumi slumped into the elevator with a tired sigh, joining a yawning Mira and a near-comatose Zoey. Zoey’s hair was up in a single sloppy bun, and Mira’s looked even worse. 

Rumi squinted at Mira’s hair situation, her eyes still bleary from sleep. She would put it at about a 9 out of 10 on her personal Mira Hair Disaster Scale. The only worse hairdo she had seen was the time Mira had accidentally fallen through a swimming pool cover on some rich guy’s roof, and that probably didn’t count.

Even though the brisk jog through the streets of Seoul woke her up a little, Rumi couldn’t help but notice that they weren’t making very good time to the source of demon activity. All three of them were exhausted, slow, and not at their best. It didn’t bode well for the upcoming fight, but they could hardly abandon Seoul to the demons just because they were tired. Although Rumi had to admit she was more tempted right now than she’d ever been before.

The area that was radiating a warning in the Honmoon was surprisingly quiet as they approached. Silence was almost always a bad sign. 

Rumi was already in the lead, but she put on a final burst of speed now, racing ahead of the others. She pulled her saingeom from the Honmoon and held it behind her back as she neared the place where the Honmoon was flaring with demon activity. 

Rumi whipped around the last corner and suddenly jerked to a halt as she found herself in a dim alley next to a bar. There were only two figures present, a human couple having sex against the wall of the bar less than two meters away. She could see the man’s bare ass, which was almost as horrifying as the noises he was making.

Rumi blinked, cheeks blazing. Had the demons already gone somewhere else? She turned to tiptoe back to Mira and Zoey, about to give a hand signal that they should turn around and look elsewhere.

So of course that was when she felt a set of sharp teeth dig into the meat of her shoulder, right where her leathers were still torn.

A gout of fire burned through her, starting at her shoulder and branching through her veins, flooding her body with unbearable heat.

She gasped and jerked away, whipping around to hold the demon at swordpoint as her shoulder throbbed, dripping blood down her jacket.

The demon looked almost entirely human–aside from the unusually sharp teeth, small curved horns, and patterns, of course. It also looked female, which was somewhat unusual for a demon that wasn’t in disguise.

It was quite attractive, as demons went. Really attractive, actually. In fact, the longer she stared, the more the demon looked like Lee Hyori, Rumi’s first crush.

Why was she holding her sword? Rumi blinked, embarrassed to be caught holding a weapon on her original K-pop bias. She quickly hid it behind her back again and then released it into the Honmoon. Hopefully Hyori hadn’t noticed.

Rumi bowed deeply and stuttered through a very clumsy introduction.

Hyori said nothing.

Rumi’s heart sank. God, of all the times to be half-asleep and looking a mess. She attempted to casually sweep a hand over her hair and tuck in any flyaways that had snuck out of her braid overnight. God, she should have fixed it after their last hunt. Careless.

Why was it so hot all of a sudden? Her skin was burning up. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, actually, all the way to her bones.

Then she remembered that her shoulder was bleeding. Fuck, Rumi, where are your priorities?

Obviously, the most important thing was to make sure Hyori didn’t see the tear in her leathers or the unsightly wound underneath. What if the blood grossed her out before Rumi even had a chance to make a good impression?

But then Hyori stepped closer and reached out a hand to touch Rumi’s face.

Her hand felt so cold. Rumi’s shoulders relaxed into the wave of delicious coolness that washed across her overheated skin from that one point of contact.

This was honestly better than the bathhouse. Better than a massage. The best thing Rumi had ever felt. If only Hyori would keep touching her, she would never need to feel anything else in her life.

Rumi vaguely thought she heard someone calling her name, but nothing in the world could have distracted her from Hyori's touch right now.

Then Hyori began to drag her hand down the center of Rumi’s body, headed with torturous slowness for the place where Rumi was suddenly throbbing and wet and so, so hot.

Rumi’s legs buckled under the sheer pleasure of it. She fell to her knees, staring worshipfully up at her crush. The most perfect woman in the whole world. A literal angel, who was now cupping Rumi’s chin and leaning down to—

Get skewered simultaneously by a gleaming gok-do and three shin-kal and disappear into pink smoke, apparently.

Rumi staggered to her feet.

So warm. It was too warm. And they took away her perfect Hyori, who was going to save Rumi from this awful heat.

 She began to fumble at the zipper of her leather jacket as she turned to face Mira and Zoey.

“Why?” she asked plaintively. “Why would you kill Hyori? She was going to help me cool off. This whole night was already so awful, and now you killed my crush. At least help me take this off! It’s so hot.”

Rumi’s fingers seemed weirdly clumsy, for some reason. She managed to get the zipper halfway down, but it required so much cross-eyed focus that she ended up stumbling sideways and almost fell again.

Rumi distantly registered a quiet “What the fuck?!” as Mira caught Rumi at the last moment. She didn’t stop at just an arm around the waist, either. She actually swept Rumi up in her arms and began to walk out of the alley.

Weird.

“Okay, well, that’s a fun new demon bite effect,” Zoey said.

They both seemed to be staring at her, for some reason.

Had they always been this attractive? Well, of course they had. Rumi had been in love with them for years. But there was something different about them tonight.

Mira was looking especially good in her battle outfit today, although the deep frown on her face was sort of messing with Rumi’s fantasy of peeling it off Mira so she could see all the gorgeous muscles underneath.

If only she wasn’t so warm, it would actually be really nice to let Mira carry her. Many of her deepest fantasies involved Mira and Zoey taking care of her, carrying her around, making all the decisions for her, so all she had to do was show up and be praised and fucked and used, a vessel for their desires.

Yes, this was working for her. Perfect, actually. And she just knew that if Mira and Zoey would finally fuck her, she wouldn’t feel so overheated anymore.

“You look really beautiful tonight,” Rumi said, looking hopefully at Mira through her eyelashes. “Did I tell you that already?”

Mira blinked down at her. The frown deepened, for some reason. “Rumi, I am literally a sleepless disaster. My hair looks like a flock of pigeons has been nesting in it for the past year. I’m not wearing any makeup, and my eyebags are dark enough that I could pass for a raccoon in dim lighting. You can’t be serious right now.”

“You’re so beautiful, though,” Rumi insisted, then looked over at Zoey, who was also frowning. Maybe she was jealous? “You are too, Zoey. Both of you are so beautiful. I’ve loved you for so long. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you before.”

Mira stumbled a bit and clutched Rumi tighter as she caught her footing again. Zoey’s eyes looked huge. So pretty, with little flecks of gold in them.

Rumi finally remembered that she’d been halfway through unzipping her jacket. She reached down and finished the job. It only took her two tries this time! She felt so accomplished.

Still way too warm though. Thank goodness she hadn’t bothered to put on a bra. The cool air felt wonderful against her hard nipples.

Then she remembered she’d been talking to Zoey. What was she saying?

“Zoey, I love your eyes. They’re so pretty. Will you and Mira have sex with me when we get home?”

Mira sucked in a sharp breath, looking straight ahead of her with a weirdly intense amount of focus. Was she walking faster? Maybe she was trying to make the crosswalk before a signal.

Zoey seemed to be trying to drape the unzipped leather jacket so that it was still covering Rumi’s chest, which was annoying. But it did mean that Zoey was touching her skin, so Rumi allowed it.

If she timed a twist just right, maybe she could get Zoey to touch—yes! Perfect. Rumi shivered pleasantly as Zoey’s fingers skimmed over her nipple before darting away.

Rumi let out a happy little moan. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

“Jesus Christ,” Zoey muttered quietly, looking away from Rumi as she pulled out her phone. “I’m calling Celine. I don’t think we have a choice.”

“Rumi, would you please stop squirming around? I don’t want to drop you,” Mira said. “She’s gonna be so embarrassed after we fix this.”

“I don’t think that’s avoidable—hi Celine, yes, I know it’s late. I’m sorry. We have a, um, situation. A new type of demon bit Rumi, and she’s acting…strange. I’m putting you on speaker.”

“Hi Celine,” Rumi said, “I’m still mad at you, but I still love you too. It’s confusing. I met Lee Hyori tonight! She’s so pretty. Do you remember all those photo cards I used to have?”

Zoey slapped her free hand over her eyes for some reason. There was a long silence.

“Was this demon fairly human in appearance?” Celine finally asked. “Attractive, female?”

“Yes, yes, and yes,” Mira said.

Another long silence.

“Oh dear,” Celine said. “I’ve only encountered one once before. It was…a memorable occasion.

“What was it?” Zoey asked.

“A succubus.”

“Fuck,” Mira and Zoey said at the same time.

Weirdly, Celine didn’t scold them for their language.

“She’s probably overheating,” Celine said instead. “And she will continue to get warmer unless the venom is drained from her system.”

“How long will that take?” Mira asked.

The longest silence yet.

“Based on my experience, probably about ten to twelve orgasms.”

Finally! Someone was talking some sense. Odd that it was Celine. Maybe she was coming around.

“That sounds perfect,” Rumi said. “Let’s do that.”

Mira and Zoey made eye contact with each other. They looked nervous. Maybe from having to talk about sex with Celine?

“Will, uh, will self-induced work okay?” Zoey asked.

“No,” Celine said firmly. “She will continue to overheat, possibly to dangerous levels. It has to be…someone else. As soon as possible.”

Mira closed her eyes. Rumi heard her swallow loudly.

“That’s…not ideal, but okay,” Mira said. “We’ll take care of her.”

“It sounds ideal to me,” Rumi said. “I’ve fantasized about it so many times.”

Zoey made a little squeaking noise. “Oh my god, she’s going to be so embarrassed.”

“Why would I be embarrassed?” Rumi asked. “It’s totally normal to want to have sex with the people you love.”

“I’m hanging up,” Celine said. “Text me or call me back if she’s not cooling off after…the specified amount of…”

“We’ve got it from here,” Mira said firmly.

Zoey ended the call immediately. It looked like she pressed the button on her screen way harder than she needed to.

Rumi glanced around, trying to see where they were. She recognized the convenience store that was a block from the tower. Perfect!

Now would be the moment to get a head start on taking her clothes off, since apparently it was taking her a lot of extra time and effort today. Rumi tried to shove the leathers off her shoulders, but Zoey was trying just as hard to stop her. They wrestled like that all the way down the block, until finally Zoey just held Rumi’s wrists tightly to her sides as Mira looked into the retinal scanner at the tower’s back door.

“Zoey, you’re supposed to do bondage after the clothes are off,” Rumi pointed out. She made sure to say it patiently, sweetly. It wasn’t Zoey’s fault she didn’t know. Zoey had clearly not been reading the right books, but Rumi would be happy to share her collection of ebooks. Later.

“Oh my god,” Mira said faintly, stepping into the elevator.

“Rumi, there are cameras in here,” Zoey said. “I’m trying to keep you from causing a scandal.”

“Oh,” Rumi said. “That’s very thoughtful. Thank you, Zoey. Your thoughtfulness is one of the things I love about you.”

Zoey made a weird, strangled sort of noise, and her cheeks went pink.

“You’re very cute when you blush,” Rumi said.

Zoey’s cheeks only grew redder. Rumi thought she caught a little smirk on Mira’s face, for some reason.

Then they finally got to the penthouse and Zoey let go of Rumi’s wrists at last.

“You grab toys and lube, I’ll grab the med kit, meet you in Rumi’s bedroom?” Mira asked.

“It’s okay,” Rumi said dreamily, struggling her way out of the stupid leather jacket at last. “It’s very thoughtful of you to provide options, but I have plenty of toys of my own. And you won’t need any lube. I’m so wet already. Well, maybe if you want to do anal, I guess.”

Zoey squeaked and took off for her bedroom at a run.

It was Mira’s turn to make a choking noise. “Fuck, Rumi, how do you even…why do you know about bondage and toys and anal sex?”

“I read a lot,” Rumi said, attempting to undo her leather pants. “I’m inexperienced, not innocent. Mira, put me down so I can take these stupid pants off. Too hot. Too tight.”

“Ok, tiger, let’s see if you can stand on your own then.”

“Of course I can stand on my own!” Rumi said, indignant.

Mira set her down carefully, leaning her against the wall in the hallway. Rumi’s knees immediately gave out, but Mira caught her before she could slide down the wall.

Rumi glared down at her uncooperative lower body. “Stop undermining me. Stupid legs. I’m trying to get naked so I can have sex.”

Mira laughed, then tried to disguise it as a cough. “Sorry,” she muttered, when Rumi shot her an accusing look. “You’re just…really funny like this. In a cute way.”

Rumi beamed. “You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah, Mira,” came Zoey’s voice as she emerged from her bedroom with a sizable plastic box. “Do you think Rumi’s cute?”

Mira blushed, which never happened. “Of course you’re cute, Rumi. Everybody thinks you’re cute.”

“You should undress me,” Rumi said. “Then you can see how cute the rest of me is.”

Zoey and Mira both flushed at that, for some reason. Were they shy? This seemed like a weird time to get shy—right before they were finally going to have sex.

After far too much effort from all three of them, they managed to wrestle Rumi’s shoes, leather pants, and underwear off.

“Rumi, I think you might have to replace these,” Zoey said, staring at the inside of the pants in apparent fascination. “You, um, you kind of soaked them.”

“Pants later, wound care and orgasms now,” Mira said, scooping Rumi up in her arms again and walking briskly toward Rumi’s bedroom.

“I agree,” Rumi said. “But I would prefer the orgasms.”

Zoey coughed out a little laugh behind them as she dropped the pants in the hallway and followed with the box of toys.

“Well, lucky for you, there’s two of us,” Mira said, putting Rumi down gently on the bed. “So we can do both.”

Rumi enjoyed the feeling of the cool, soft comforter against her back. But then the two of them were just standing there looking at her, and they were still fully clothed.

“Why aren’t you fucking me yet?” Rumi asked, squirming. It came out a little whiny, but, well, she just needed them so much. Mira and Zoey, who she loved, were finally going to fuck her, and she needed it to happen now. She was so wet. God, how was it possible to be this horny without exploding?

Mira’s lips twitched like they did when she was biting back a smile. She left for a moment and then came back with the first aid kit from Rumi’s bathroom.

Then Zoey disappeared too, and Rumi heard the sounds of her washing her hands.

Rumi pouted at the continued lack of orgasms, writhing as her body grew warmer and warmer. This level of desire was just—it was honestly unbearable. She would take care of it herself if she had to. She’d certainly had enough practice.

“Have you ever done this before?” Zoey asked as she began to undress. “With another person, I mean?”

Rumi slipped a hand between her legs and began to rub her clit, cursing in frustration when she wasn’t able to create any friction because she had apparently turned into a slip ‘n slide at some point in the past fifteen minutes.

“Why does that matter?” she asked peevishly, wiping her hand off on the comforter to try again.

“Because your first time should be special,” Mira said, as she started cleaning the wound.

“Ow,” Rumi said as the antiseptic stung the hell out of her shoulder. She grunted in frustration as her hand slipped again. “Fine, yes, I’ve had mediocre sex with another idol after an event before. It’s not my first time, so will you please just fuck me? I don’t care about anything except orgasms right now. And I’m somehow too wet to get myself off, which is really annoying.”

Zoey finished getting undressed, took one look at Rumi with her hand between her legs, and turned bright red. She glanced away quickly, but her eyes kept slipping back down to where Rumi was still—very frustratingly—failing at basic masturbation.

“Zoey, you’re so pretty,” Rumi said. “You can look at me.”

Zoey flushed even brighter, but she smiled shyly at the compliment.

Mira put some antibiotic ointment on Rumi’s shoulder, packed it with gauze, and then wrapped everything up very securely. It was going to be a bitch to get all that tape off, but that seemed like a problem for Future Rumi.

“There, hopefully that will hold through the night’s activities,” Mira said. “I could have been done earlier if you weren’t moving around so much. Now, can we at least kiss you before we start giving you ten to twelve orgasms?”

“Fine,” Rumi conceded, “but after that I want you to fuck me with the biggest dildo you have.”

“Jesus,” Zoey muttered, cheeks still flaming. She bent over and started rummaging in the box of sex toys.

Rumi gasped a little at the view. Zoey’s ass looked amazing, and she was wet enough that Rumi saw a sheen of moisture between her legs.

Mira left briefly to wash her hands, but when she returned, she finally began to undress. She wasn’t even doing it seductively, but it was still a riveting sight.

“I love your muscles, Mira,” Rumi said sincerely as Mira peeled off her leather pants to reveal her sleek, impressive quads. “I want to bite them later.”

Mira stumbled a little bit as she took her pants off. Weird. She was normally so graceful.

Before Rumi could think too hard about that, Zoey set a dildo, a harness, and some lube on the nightstand. Then she climbed onto the bed and settled on her side next to Rumi.

Mira lay down on her other side, finally naked, and Rumi couldn’t decide where to look first.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rumi said, looking over to include Zoey too. “Both of you. I love you. But I need orgasms.”

Mira laughed and shook her head a little. “We love you too, Rumi. So much. This really wasn’t how we pictured telling you, but I’m just so relieved that you love us back.” Then she leaned in to kiss her, and Rumi leaned in too.

It was soft. So soft, and delicious, and almost dreamlike. Mira smelled amazing and kissed like Rumi was the most precious thing in the world. 

At any other time, she knew she would have wanted to do this for hours. Possibly days. Right now, though, she needed to get fucked.

Rumi squirmed, still trying halfheartedly to masturbate. She was just so warm, and sweaty, and probably kind of gross. Ugh.

Then Mira was climbing off the bed again, grabbing the harness and the dildo from the nightstand. “Zo, will you warm her up for me and let me know if you think she can actually handle this one?”

Zoey cupped Rumi’s jaw in a trembling hand, turning Rumi’s head in her direction. “Rumi, I love you so much. I’m sorry this is happening for the first time because of a demon bite, but we’ve wanted it for a long time too.” Then she leaned in to kiss her.

If anything, Zoey’s kisses were even softer than Mira’s. Delicate, tender, almost teasing. She smelled bright and citrusy. Rumi moaned, shivering pleasantly. Then she had an amazing idea.

She rolled onto her side so she could tug one of Zoey’s legs between her own. Zoey gasped into Rumi’s mouth when Rumi’s wet pussy made contact with her thigh.

Finally, finally, some pressure where she desperately needed it. Rumi groaned. “Please, Zo. Please fuck me.”

Zoey swallowed, then slid a hand between Rumi’s legs and cautiously cupped her sopping wet vulva.

Rumi helpfully propped up her top leg to give her more room. It only took her two tries, which felt like an achievement with how wobbly her legs were.

“How is it even possible for you to be this wet?” Zoey asked. “I mean, I know, succubus bite, but holy shit, Rumi.”

The tease of having Zoey touch her so gently was driving Rumi crazy. She huffed in frustration, humping against Zoey’s hand. “Zoey, please! Need you inside. Hurts.”

“Okay, baby, I hear you, just be patient for me a little longer, okay?”

Zoey cautiously slid a finger into Rumi. She barely even felt it.

“More!” she urged, clutching Zoey’s shoulders, squirming for more of Zoey’s soft skin, more fingers, more everything.

Zoey withdrew and pushed back in with two fingers, but that was only enough for a tease. It wouldn’t get her anywhere in her current state.

Rumi was so turned on she wanted to cry. Two fingers were normally enough to get her off if she was feeling impatient, but today they felt like nothing.

“Zoey, more!”

Zoey obediently added a third finger, pushing all the way to the knuckles. It still wasn’t enough.

Rumi writhed—sweaty, overheated, and increasingly desperate.

“More! Please, please, please!” she begged again, voice high and needy.

“Mira, she really does need the biggest dildo,” Zoey said, shocked. “I’ve got three fingers all the way in and it’s nowhere near enough.”

Mira cursed, and Rumi thought she heard the sounds of buckles being fastened. But none of that mattered compared to finally getting four of Zoey’s fingers inside her.

“Yes!” Rumi said, exultant. Then she shoved Zoey onto her back and clumsily rolled with her, swinging her knee ungracefully over Zoey’s hips so she could ride her hand properly. She still felt weak and unsteady, so she propped herself up with her hands on Zoey’s shoulders as she searched for the right angle.

Zoey stared up at her, wide-eyed, and then bit her lip as Rumi rapidly worked herself all the way down Zoey’s hand with every thrust. She couldn’t seem to decide whether she’d rather watch Rumi’s face or her chest or her eager, dripping cunt.

“Touch my clit,” Rumi begged, panting. “Need you deeper, but I think I can come if you touch my clit.”

Zoey obediently reached up with two fingers and rubbed tight, fast circles almost exactly where Rumi needed them. Rumi didn’t even have time to drag her fingers to the right spot before she was sailing into her first orgasm.

“Zoey, yes, fuck, don’t stop—don’t stop!”

Zoey obediently kept going, eyes roaming up and down Rumi’s body as Rumi frantically rode her fingers. Rumi was only faintly aware of an increasingly bright glow washing over Zoey’s face as she came.

“You look so good,” Zoey said, voice shaky, almost awed. “You’re so pretty, Rumi. God, your patterns are glowing so bright.”

Rumi thought she felt maybe one degree cooler after her orgasm. A single degree, when she was sweating and so incredibly overheated. It was like throwing a spoonful of water on a bonfire.

Zoey’s fingers were somehow both shockingly good and nowhere near enough. Rumi groaned, her arm and thigh muscles already shaking with effort. This position was definitely hurting her shoulder. But she was so close. So close to coming again.

Then she felt Mira behind her, plastered to her sweaty back with the dildo trapped awkwardly between them. Mira’s hands slid around her sides, and just the touch of her skin was sparking tiny fires along every nerve ending.

A series of kisses along Rumi’s neck made her shiver and clench around Zoey’s fingers, and then Mira bit down, right beneath her ear.

Rumi’s brain whited out. Her arms went boneless as she shook and squirmed on Zoey’s fingers again, only held vertical by Mira’s arms around her waist.

“That’s two,” Mira said. “You ready to get fucked, baby?”

“Yes!” Rumi gasped, already breathless and needy again at the thought of it.

“Let’s get you on your back, then. I don’t want you putting too much stress on that shoulder.”

Rumi attempted to climb off of Zoey, but her legs were even weaker now, two orgasms deep. After a few tries, she finally gave up and let them help her.

Her pussy fluttered and squeezed, not wanting to let go of Zoey’s fingers. Rumi whined. She sounded pitiful. Needy.

“It’s okay, baby.” Zoey said, soothing her with gentle strokes of her still-slick fingers on Rumi’s arms. “We’ve got you. Mira’s gonna take care of you, okay?”

There was that word again. They’d both called her “baby.”

“Like it when you call me that,” Rumi mumbled, reveling in their combined attention as she spread her legs.

Mira was smiling sweetly at her, rubbing her hand up and down Rumi’s thigh, but her eyes looked hungry, and she was already popping the lube open with her other hand.

“You like it when we call you ‘baby’?” Mira asked, squeezing a generous amount into her palm.

Rumi nodded, feeling oddly sentimental even as her cunt fluttered and her clit throbbed at the sight of that thick toy that was going to be inside her soon. Soon.

Mira spread the lube on the toy with easy, practiced strokes of her hand. She must do this a lot, Rumi realized, and she felt another lick of heat rush up her spine. Mira fucks Zoey with this toy. It’s been inside Zoey. Maybe a lot. God, why was that so sexy?

Mira was mesmerizing to watch. The play of muscles in her forearm, the way she thrust her hips into her own hand—showing off a little?

Zoey clearly liked it too, because she was almost drooling as she stared at Mira with hot, dark eyes. “You look so fucking good, Mir. God, it’s been too long. Stupid fucking demon apocalypse.”

Rumi shivered as Mira turned equally dark eyes to Zoey.

“Maybe Rumi will help you out while I fuck her,” Mira said. Her voice came out low and rough, different than Rumi had ever heard it before. It was almost unbearably hot.

“Will you do that for Zoey, baby?” Mira said to Rumi, just as low, but silkier now. Slower. “Will you let Zoey sit on that pretty face while I fuck you?”

“Oh god,” Zoey said. She was blushing, but she was also squirming, and her nipples were hard. “Rumi, you don’t have to. I’m fine, I can take care of—”

“Please,” Rumi said, hips jerking against nothing but cool air as Mira scooted forward between her legs. “Please sit on my face. I fantasize about it all the time.”

Zoey’s eyes widened. Mira froze.

“You…you do?” Zoey asked.

“Want you to ride me. Use me. Fuck. Please!”

Zoey gasped, fingers spasming around Rumi’s forearm.

Mira let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “You heard her, Zo. Go ahead and use Rumi’s mouth while I fuck her.”

Then Mira turned to look at Rumi again as she tapped at Rumi’s hip before sliding a pillow under her. “After Zoey’s done riding your tongue, I want to hear more about some of these fantasies, baby.”

Rumi nodded vaguely, distracted by the slick toy between Mira’s legs. It was all she could see. All she could think about. Why wasn’t it inside her yet? Mira was just hovering there, close but not close enough. Rumi’s hips thrust eagerly into the air, trying to get some kind of stimulation. She was pretty sure she could come from a stiff breeze right now.

“Please,” she begged, shameless and desperate. “Please fuck me. Need you inside.”

Mira let out a shaky breath and then she finally, finally brought the tip of the toy to Rumi’s opening. “Okay, baby. We’ll take care of you. We love you. Tell me or tap Zoey’s thigh twice if you need to stop or slow down, okay?”

Rumi quaked at the contact. “Okay,” she agreed in a hoarse whisper.

She didn’t come yet, not quite, but she was already so close. So, so close. Her clit was throbbing, body hot and aching with need for them. Both of them.

Then Mira started moving forward, and the toy was so fucking big. Rumi didn’t think she would enjoy it under any other circumstances. But today it was just right. The stretch was blindingly good, scratching an itch so deep Rumi let out a groan as Mira withdrew and pushed in a little farther, somewhere around the halfway point.

She was teetering right on the edge now. So close she could taste it. This climax would be bigger. Better. She needed it.

Mira was looking at Rumi carefully, alert for any sign of discomfort. “You doing okay, baby?”

Rumi gasped a little at the term of endearment, and her hips jerked involuntarily, sending her farther down the toy. It was enough to push her over the edge again. She moaned, long and loud and broken, legs wrapping around Mira’s waist to pull her the rest of the way inside.

Mira clearly hadn’t been expecting that. She gasped and let out a moan of her own, hands tensing around Rumi’s glowing thighs as their hips suddenly made contact.

Oh god. Could Mira feel it? Was she going to come too, just from fucking Rumi?

Rumi’s head caught on fire just at the thought of it. She felt molten, dangerous. Slick and desperate. “Can you f-feel it, Mira? Does it feel g-good?”

Mira began to fuck Rumi at a slow steady pace, now that she’d recovered from her surprise. Her mouth opened, but it was Zoey who answered.

“It’s not always enough to make her come, but there’s a clit stimulator under there for her to grind against. She can feel it.” Zoey smirked a little. “But for her first time fucking you? She’s definitely gonna come.” Her eyes swung over to Mira. “Aren’t you, baby?”

Mira shuddered, speeding up a little. “Fuck yes I’m gonna come. If anything, I’m gonna have trouble not coming too soon. Don’t want to get too sensitive. Have to keep going as long as she needs me to.”

Rumi whimpered. It was all so much. Mira’s excitement, Zoey’s teasing, the obscene noises of wet flesh meeting over and over again. The way they were talking about her but not to her. She’d had nearly this exact fantasy before. It was almost perfect, except for how Zoey wasn’t riding her tongue yet.

Rumi looked over at Zoey hopefully. She was kneeling next to Rumi’s torso, eyes roaming back and forth between the two of them.

“God, you look so good together,” Zoey said. “I knew you would. Fuck.” Her thighs flexed as she squeezed her legs together.

Rumi stared at them hungrily. “Zoey,” she said, still a little hoarse and breathless from her last orgasm even as she felt the next one barreling down on her. “You’re supposed to be sitting on my face.”

Zoey turned to look at Rumi’s face again, and that shy, sweet version of her was gone now. She swung her knee over Rumi’s face confidently, situating herself carefully to avoid bumping Rumi’s injured shoulder. Rumi’s mouth watered when she caught sight of the glistening mess between Zoey’s thighs.

But she was still holding herself up on her knees, too high for Rumi to reach.

“You smell so good,” Rumi said. She slid her hands greedily across Zoey’s smooth stomach, her gorgeous pale breasts, her strong back, then down to her amazing ass. She couldn’t stop staring at Zoey’s disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, but it was her eyes that really captured Rumi’s attention. She looked powerful. In control.

“Look so good like this,” Rumi told her. “Wanna taste you.” She tried to pull Zoey’s hips down toward her mouth, but Zoey held firm.

“What are you going to do if you need us to slow down or stop for any reason?” Zoey asked her, cupping Rumi’s cheeks in both hands.

Rumi blinked, trying to remember. “Tap your thigh,” she said.

“Yes, tap my thigh twice if you need to stop,” Zoey said. “Good girl.”

Rumi shuddered, eyelids fluttering as her hips quaked. She clenched hard around the toy inside her. How was she already so close again?

Mira made a little startled noise at the increased resistance on her next thrust.

Zoey’s eyes widened, and then her whole face lit up with glee. “Praise kink, hmm? Oh, we’re going to have so much fun with you, baby. You’re perfect.” She stroked her thumb across Rumi’s cheek in a way that was mostly sweet but also a little patronizing. Rumi wasn’t sure why that was so sexy, but it really was.

“Now let me hear you beg, sweetheart. You want to lick me so bad, don’t you?”

Rumi nodded fervently, eyes locked on the moisture covering Zoey’s entire crotch. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was matted with it, and some was even starting to drip down one of her thighs. Rumi licked her lips. “Please, Zoey, please, can I taste you?”

“Good girl.” And then Zoey finally, finally lowered herself onto Rumi’s waiting mouth.

Her flavor exploded on Rumi’s tongue. It was all just so new and so delicious. The smell of her, the slick warmth, the way she was already grinding her hips into Rumi’s mouth. The little curses and moans as her hips picked up speed, the way she gasped when Rumi moaned against her clit.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?” Mira asked. Rumi nodded, but then Zoey started talking and Rumi realized the question wasn’t for her.

“Shit,” Zoey said, pulling away from Rumi’s mouth for a moment. “I’m so worked up. My brain knows this is a marathon and not a sprint, but my body is ready to come all over her pretty face.”

Oh. They were talking about her again, as if she was an object. Just a pretty face and a mouth and a pussy. No thoughts, no worries, no responsibilities, no desires of her own. Just a toy that Mira and Zoey were using for their pleasure.

Rumi’s clit throbbed at the thought of it. She stared up at Zoey hopefully, licking Zoey off of her own lips in the meantime.

“Fuck,” Zoey said. Her thighs shook as she braced herself with her hands on the headboard and sank back down onto Rumi’s eager tongue. Rumi groaned and bucked as soon as she made contact again. She was surrounded by Zoey’s scent, her taste, her desire.

“She wants it so bad, Mira. She’s way too good at this.”

Yes! Rumi thought deliriously. Tell me I’m good. I’ll be good for you. I’ll be so good. 

“She’s gonna make me come on that talented tongue. And I want it too bad to make her stop.”

“I bet she’ll come when you do,” Mira said. The sound of her voice was somewhat muffled by Zoey’s quivering thighs pressing against Rumi’s ears. “She’s close. And she clenches on my cock every time we talk about her.”

Rumi’s brain stuttered as she processed the word cock. Why was that so hot? Why was all of this so fucking hot? She writhed, rocking her hips, trying to make Mira speed up.

“Oh fuck,” Zoey said, moving fast and jerky now, but still in rhythm. Always in rhythm. “Are you gonna come on Mira’s cock, baby? Gonna cream all over her while I use your mouth?”

Rumi’s hips juddered. She moaned into Zoey’s pussy. She was close too. So close, so close, and it was going to be even better with both of them using her at the same time. She could already feel the world going hazy, but she couldn’t lose focus. Had to make Zoey come too.

Zoey whined when Rumi started to suck on her clit. High and loud and needy. “Yes, fuck, Rumi, just like that. Gonna–shit–gonna come for you, baby. You’re so…fucking…good. Come with me!”

Then Zoey convulsed, rubbing herself frantically across Rumi’s chin, mouth, and nose.

Rumi couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t think. Everything was only Zoey, Zoey, Zoey.

The climax rolled over her like a lightning storm, sudden and blinding. Rumi groaned into Zoey. She felt herself clamping down so tight that Mira almost stopped fucking her, just grinding her hips against Rumi as she eased her through it.

“That’s four,” Mira said hoarsely, coming to a stop with most of the toy still buried inside Rumi. “God, you don’t know how bad I wanted to come with you. The way you move, Rumi. The way your ass clenched when you were fucking her face, Zo. I’m so close. I have to pause for a minute.”

Zoey climbed off of Rumi and collapsed on the pillows next to her, breathing hard.

“No,” Rumi whined, squirming and arching into Mira, squeezing her legs around her. “Don’t stop. Please, Mira. Please keep going, it’s the only thing that helps.”

Mira groaned, and her hips bucked, probably unintentionally. Rumi could feel her trembling, and it was so, so sexy. Mira was biting her lip as she stared down at where her cock was all the way inside Rumi again.

“You want it so bad, don’t you, Mir?” Zoey said. “Rumi, she’s right on the edge. I bet if you start touching yourself again, she’ll come just from watching you.”

Mira shot Zoey a look of pure betrayal, which meant Zoey was right.

Rumi grinned at being included in this conspiracy to undermine Mira into an orgasm.

Then she reached between her legs and began to rub her clit again. She was even wetter now, so it wasn’t very effective at getting her off, but it was extremely effective at making Mira’s eyes widen and her breathing hitch. Rumi saw her breasts bounce a little as her hips jolted.

Zoey seemed to have recovered from her orgasm. She leaned in towards Rumi’s chest, winked where Mira couldn’t see her, and started sucking on Rumi’s nipple.

Rumi hissed out a quiet “Yes!” and arched again, trying to fuck herself on Mira and push herself farther into Zoey’s mouth at the same time.

Mira shuddered, hands clamping down tight on Rumi’s thighs, clearly torn between what she wanted and what she felt she was supposed to do.

“Zoey, why are you like this? I’m trying to—fuck, Rumi, stop that—I’m trying to be responsible here.”

Tragically, Zoey pulled her amazing mouth off of Rumi’s nipple to respond. “Mira, just come and then I’ll wear the strap for a while, or I can eat her out while you recover. Rumi wants you to come inside her, don’t you, baby?”

Rumi and Mira both gasped at the same time.

A thready whine broke out of Rumi at the thought of it. “Yes! Please, Mira, come inside me!”

“Fuck!” Mira said, low but fervent. Her hips started moving again. “Fuck, I can’t wait any longer, I can’t, oh my god, Rumi.”

She was going faster now. Fast and deep, finally fucking Rumi as hard as she wanted, and it was so, so gloriously good.

Then Zoey started sucking on Rumi’s nipple again and apparently that was all it took. Mira let out a shout at the same time Rumi’s hips bucked. They shivered and shook together, riding it out as Rumi moaned brokenly.

“That’s five,” Zoey said, grinning smugly at both of them.

Mira groaned quietly and gave a half-hearted glare. Her hands were a little shaky as she peeled Rumi’s legs away from her and pulled out.

“Nooo,” Rumi whined. “Don’t go! ‘M so empty, Mira.”

Mira rudely ignored Rumi’s pleas and scooted backward off the bed on wobbly knees.

“Mean,” Rumi pouted.

“Oh no,” Zoey said. “Mira, that pout is going to be so dangerous.”

Mira looked up at Rumi and froze for a second. “Fuck. It really is. Well, I guess you’d better get to work then, Zo. Don’t want to disappoint our needy little princess. You’re the reason she doesn’t have anything inside her right now.”

Rumi turned to Zoey, still pouting. “Zoey, please?”

“God,” Zoey said, blushing a little bit as she crawled over to situate herself between Rumi’s legs. “Okay, not like it’s a hardship to eat you out, baby. How sensitive are you right now? Do I need to be extra gentle?”

Rumi blinked, considering. She did feel sensitive, but not in the usual way she felt after a couple orgasms. And she was still way too warm (and sweaty, and sticky), but not quite as miserably overheated as she’d been earlier.

She shook her head. “No, just need more. Need to come. Please, Zoey?”

Zoey ran her hands soothingly up and down Rumi’s quaking thighs. “Okay, baby, I’ll take care of you. This is definitely not how I thought this would happen for the first time, but fuck, you smell amazing, and I bet you taste even better.”

Then she bent her head and Rumi’s vision blurred as Zoey’s lips wrapped around her clit.

“Fuck!” Rumi said, hands shooting down to slide into Zoey’s hair and keep her from getting any ideas about stopping. “So good, Zo.”

Zoey gave a little hum of acknowledgment, and that somehow felt even better.

How was it so good? Rumi couldn’t help but think that she’d made a big mistake living without oral sex for so long. A quick half-clothed fumble in a hotel room had not even remotely prepared her for how good it felt to be eaten out by someone who knew what they were doing. Someone who loved her. Someone who apparently had a ridiculously agile tongue.

Rumi squirmed. She was working so hard not to break Zoey’s nose, but she couldn’t seem to keep her hips from thrusting at least a little bit. It was just…so good. Slick and hot and a million times better than her own fingers.

Then the bed shifted and Rumi’s eyes fluttered open (when had she closed them?) to see Mira lying next to her.

“She’s really good with her mouth, isn’t she?” Mira asked as she propped herself up on one elbow and ran the other hand across Rumi’s neck and chest.

Rumi nodded fervently. 

Mira laughed. “It’s because she loves eating pussy more than just about anything else in the world. She’ll keep going until I beg her to stop. I think the rapping is good for her tongue stamina.”

Zoey grinned up at them from around Rumi’s clit and waggled her eyebrows.

Rumi laughed too. It was just so Zoey.

The only problem was that she felt so empty again. Her hips shifted restlessly. 

Mira gave her a knowing look. “You need penetration, don’t you?”

“Please,” Rumi said. “Feel so empty.”

To Rumi’s great disappointment, Zoey stopped sucking on her clit. Rumi was almost ready to deploy the pout again, but then Zoey spoke.

“Mira, can you grab me the biggest vibrator?”

Okay, that was an acceptable reason to stop, Rumi decided, especially since Zoey immediately put her mouth back on Rumi’s pussy again.

Mira obediently dragged herself off the bed and dug in the toy box for an impressively large vibrator, grabbed some fresh batteries, and swapped them out. Rumi nodded approvingly at her forethought. Nothing worse than dead batteries at a critical moment (Rumi knew from painful experience). 

Then Rumi did pout as Mira started walking away. “I have to wash it,” Mira called over her shoulder.

Rumi didn’t know whether to curse Mira and her responsible nature or bless her for taking such good care of her. Normally, she knew she would be grateful, but right now it was hard to be grateful for anything that left her pussy unfilled a moment longer than necessary. 

She was feeling hotter and hotter the longer she went without anything inside her, and some distant part of her brain was alarmed by the worsening of her symptoms. But Anxious Rumi was not in charge right now, so she didn’t dwell on that thought. Her therapist would be so proud. (At least, she would if Rumi could tell her about literally any of this.)

At long last, Mira returned from the war the bathroom and nudged Zoey, who reached out for the vibrator–thankfully, without stopping her work on Rumi’s throbbing clit. 

Zoey nudged the toy cautiously against Rumi’s opening, starting to ease it inside her with far too much gentleness for Rumi’s increasingly frantic state. 

Rumi moaned and bucked her hips, trying to get it deeper. “Please!” she begged, desperate once again. “Inside, Zo. Fuck me!”

“She doesn’t want gentle,” Mira said helpfully as she lay down next to Rumi again. “Fuck her like you mean it.”

Zoey looked up at Rumi, eyes on her face as she slid the vibrator home and then turned it on.

Rumi nodded in vigorous, feverish approval, already close to coming again. 

Then Zoey turned the vibrator up and Rumi shot over the edge so fast she choked on air as her hips heaved upward against the sudden weight of Zoey’s forearm.

Rumi shook and jerked like a livewire, body completely outside her control, as Zoey took her apart, jamming the vibrator against her g-spot until she saw stars while Rumi rode the glorious, slick pressure of her lips and tongue. 

Zoey groaned happily. The sound was mostly drowned out by the vibrator, but the additional vibrations on her clit felt amazing.

Rumi’s eyes slammed shut, fists clenched in the damp comforter as she began to climb towards another climax. 

A wet sensation on her nipple took her by surprise. She shrieked a little, eyes flying open to see Mira bent over her chest, sucking languidly as she made eye contact and smirked around Rumi’s breast.

Mira’s eyes were so dark. Taunting, almost. Dangerous. Rumi quivered under the weight of her gaze, already getting close again, somehow.

“Why don’t you tell us about those fantasies now, baby?”

Rumi blinked at Mira, dazed. “Now?”

Mira smirked at her again. “I bet Zoey would love to listen to you while she fucks your brains out. She’s so close already, and hearing you would probably push her over the edge. Look at her.” Mira nodded towards the foot of the bed, where Zoey’s hips were thrusting against the comforter in the same rhythm as the vibrator was thrusting into Rumi.

Rumi blinked again, turning back to Mira. She felt slow. Slow and stupid and horny and pliable. Putty in their hands.

“How am I supposed to–” Rumi cut off with a gasp as Zoey turned the vibrator up another notch. “How–fuck–oh god–how am I supposed to talk while–shit–”

Zoey was doing something incredible with her tongue, licking while she sucked, and it was so good Rumi wanted to cry. Zoey stared up at her, watching Rumi’s reactions eagerly, and that was incredible too–being seen and appreciated by her girls even like this, when she was bare and messy, patterns exposed, out of her mind with need.

Then Mira started talking again, pinching Rumi’s nipples as she watched Rumi’s expression with hungry eyes. “Okay, baby, I can tell you’re going nonverbal on us. But I’ll get those fantasies out of you eventually. Now, come for us again.” 

Mira gently bit Rumi’s nipple and that was it–Rumi shattered instantly and completely, letting out a scream so loud she even startled herself. It didn’t stop, either. Her girls kept going, and so did Rumi’s orgasm. She shook and sobbed as the sensation rolled through her, spine curling up until she was almost vertical before she collapsed back against the bed. She was beyond words, beyond thought, beyond anything but the heat that rolled across her skin, between her thighs, through every part of her aching, trembling body. 

She didn’t know how many times she came. Mira’s voice and Zoey’s aroused hums and Rumi’s own incoherent noises faded into the hum of the vibrator. Her vision blurred. Her hands gripped the comforter so tightly they cramped. Her senses dulled, consciousness flickering like a candle as the flames consumed her utterly.

When she finally came back to herself, the first thing she noticed was skin. There were bodies pressed tightly against both of her sides, hands stroking her head and her stomach, mouths leaving gentle kisses on her face and neck. 

Even without opening her eyes, Rumi knew who it was. She smiled dopily as she smelled Zoey’s citrus shampoo and Mira’s stupidly expensive face wash. She also smelled her own pussy. That must be Zoey, she thought hazily.

“There she is,” Mira murmured. “Welcome back, baby. You gave us a bit of a scare. How are you feeling?”

“I–” Rumi tried to talk, but her throat was too dry and scratchy, and all that came out was a hoarse little cough. She frowned.

One of the bodies disappeared–Zoey, she thought. There were rapid footsteps leaving the room and then eventually returning. Mira helped Rumi lift her upper body enough to drink from the bottle that Zoey held to her lips.

She gulped the water down greedily.

Fortified and hydrated, she finally managed to lift her leaden eyelids. 

There they were. Her girls. Her loves. They looked…worried.

Rumi tried to give them her best, most confident smile, but she still felt a little loopy. “I’m fine. Great. A-okay. Do I still have feet?”

Mira’s forehead did its deepest Concerned Crinkle.

Zoey grinned a little uncertainly. “Yup, all ten toes present and accounted for.”

“Oh good,” Rumi said. “I can’t really feel them right now.” 

Rumi focused very hard, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. After a few tries, she eventually managed to wriggle her toes a little bit. They felt all tingly. “Oh. There they are.” She smiled at no one in particular and gave a wobbly thumbs up.

Zoey giggled. “Oh my god, Rumi, you are so. Fucking. Cute.” She swooped in and began peppering Rumi’s face with delicate, tickly little kisses.

Rumi laughed and squirmed against Mira’s side, but she didn’t actually try very hard to get away. For one thing, she didn’t want to. For another thing, she wasn’t entirely she could move her limbs yet.

“I’m glad you can feel your feet,” Mira said, “but do you still feel like you need to come again? Are you still overheated?”

Rumi slid a cautious hand between her legs. Under normal circumstances, she knew she should be too sore and sensitive to even consider coming again for at least seven to ten business days. 

But right now…her hips twitched, clit throbbing at even a gentle graze from her fingers.

She groaned, slumping back onto the pillows. “Yup, still need to come again. But we’re getting closer, I think. I don’t feel nearly as hot. Maybe only one or two more.”

“What do you want this time?” Mira asked, running her fingers gently up and down Rumi’s thigh. “Do you want more of Zoey’s mouth and the vibrator? Do you want the strap again? Something else?”

“The strap,” Rumi said instantly. “Want you on top of me and Zoey…behind me? Will that work?”

“That sounds perfect, baby. I’d love to fuck you again.”

Rumi squirmed happily–and only a little impatiently–as Mira left to clean the dildo again and Zoey got situated against the pillows behind her. Rumi leaned backward and let out a pleased little sigh as she felt Zoey’s soft breasts and hard nipples pressing into her back. And then she scooted her hips further back and moaned when she felt how wet Zoey was.

Zoey’s hips jerked, and her hands tightened on Rumi’s waist. “Shit, Rumi, don’t do that. You’re gonna make me come before Mira even fucks you.”

Mira emerged from the bathroom wearing the strap and her signature smirk. “You should know that Zoey’s got a bit of a hair trigger, Rumi. She comes really easily–sometimes just from eating me out. It’s amazing to watch.”

Rumi’s eyes widened as she twisted to look at Zoey over her shoulder. “Really?”

Zoey buried her face against Rumi’s back. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing. Mira, why would you tell her that?”

Mira grabbed the lube from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. “Uh, maybe because it’s hot as fuck? And Rumi’s definitely going to think so too, based on how much she liked making you come earlier.”

Rumi squeezed Zoey’s hands. “It’s really hot, Zo, I promise. I can’t wait to see you come just from eating Mira out.”

“See?” Mira said, slicking the toy with lube as she scooted between Rumi’s legs. “Coming untouched has been endorsed by two out of two girlfriends. You’re outvoted. Too bad. Guess you’ll just have to continue being devastatingly sexy.”

Zoey let out a muffled groan against Rumi’s back, but Rumi could feel her smiling. It was very cute, but Rumi was increasingly distracted by the sight of Mira and the huge toy that was about to be inside her again. Rumi spread her legs even farther, squirming a little at the flow of cool air where she was already wet and sensitive again.

Mira scooted forward, pressing the toy against Rumi again. But instead of just fucking her, she leaned forward over Rumi, propping herself up on her hands and grinding the length of the toy against Rumi’s entire vulva. 

It was delicious and frustrating at the same time. Rumi let out a little whine, lifting her hips in an effort to line herself up with the toy properly. But the harder she tried, the more deftly Mira evaded her. She was giving Rumi that same smug, dark-eyed look from earlier as she continued to drive Rumi out of her mind. 

“Mira, please don’t tease me,” she finally pleaded. “I need you inside. Please.”

Mira paused for a moment. Then she sighed and let her mouth twist into a wry smile. “God, you’re fucking impossible to resist. So cute and sincere. Okay, baby, I won’t tease. I’ll take care of you.”

Rumi let out a deep, satisfied groan when she felt the toy begin to stretch her open again.

“Is that good, baby?” Zoey murmured, sliding her hands up to cup Rumi’s breasts. 

Rumi nodded vigorously. “So good. She’s so thick.”

“Mira definitely has the biggest dick of anyone I know,” Zoey snickered, pinching Rumi’s nipples.

Rumi laughed a little, already breathless from the near-overwhelming stretch of that monster of a toy. 

Mira chuckled too, but her eyes stayed locked on Rumi’s face. It was so…Rumi didn’t even know what it was, but that prolonged, intense eye contact was really doing something to her.

Then Mira finally bottomed out and Rumi let out a relieved sigh as her troublesome, needy body relaxed again. She smiled up at Mira, a little helplessly. Nobody made her feel quite as safe and taken care of as Mira. 

Mira smiled back at her. It wasn’t wry, or smirking, or sarcastic. It was a small but very real smile, with the softest eyes Rumi had ever seen.

Rumi melted. She actually felt her eyes start to tear up. “I love you,” she said. It was suddenly very important to make sure they knew that. She squeezed Zoey’s arm at the same time she wrapped her legs around Mira again. “I love you both so much. You two are–are everything to me. Everything I always wanted and never thought I could have. Thank you for waiting for me.”

Mira bit her lip, pressing a gentle kiss to Rumi’s cheek. “God, Rumi, you’re gonna make me cry. I love you too. Fuck, I’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers. You and Zoey are–” She choked a little, swallowing as she paused to recover her composure. “You’re my family. My whole world.”

“I love you too,” Zoey said, and Rumi heard the tears in her voice at the same time she felt them on her skin. “I love you both so much. I never thought I would get to have you both. I never thought–this seemed impossible even just a couple months ago. And now I have you. And I’m never letting you go.” She squeezed her arms around Rumi tightly, pressing a damp kiss to Rumi’s neck before she stretched forward to kiss Mira over Rumi’s shoulder. 

They were so beautiful together. They always had been, but Rumi had been on the outside for so long. Some dark, lonely piece of Rumi’s heart felt a little more whole as she felt them surrounding her so fully, including her in their relationship so readily. 

A different part of Rumi felt a lot more whole when Mira finally started moving her hips. 

Rumi let out a pleased sigh at being able to actually enjoy the sex now that she was less overheated and frantic. She rolled her hips experimentally, happy that her body was less noodle-y now too.

Zoey moaned when Rumi came back into contact with her very wet pussy. “God, this is the best view ever. We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Definitely,” Rumi agreed. Mira’s abs and arms flexed every time she thrust her hips, and it was mesmerizing. “Mira, you look so hot. I’ll never be able to watch you do a body roll the same way again.”

Mira laughed and blushed a little bit, which was absurdly cute given that she was currently naked and fucking Rumi’s brains out. “You better not slack off during dance practice. If you and Zoey both start turning into horny little monsters just from watching me, we’ll never get any work done.”

Rumi blinked. Zoey’s red cheeks and stumbles during dance practice and the abrupt retreats to take a long “shower” afterwards suddenly made a lot of sense.

“Miraaaa,” Zoey whined, squirming against Rumi’s back. Rumi could tell from her voice alone the exact sad, accusing puppydog eyes she was making. “Stop giving away all my secrets!”

Mira rolled her eyes fondly. “Babe, Rumi knows what you look like when you’re horny now. It was never going to stay a secret.”

“Okay, Mira, if that’s how we’re playing this,” Zoey said, in her most mischievous tone. “Hey Rumi, did you know that Mira thinks your arms are really sexy? The first time you wore a tank top, she could barely even look at you without squirming.”

Mira blushed all the way down to her chest, groaning as she looked anywhere but at Rumi’s eyes. “Okay, okay, you’ve made your point. Stop distracting me while I’m trying to fuck our girlfriend.”

Rumi beamed. “Hey, I just realized, I have girlfriends! I am a girlfriend.”

Zoey laughed and kissed Rumi’s cheek as her hands finally returned to Rumi’s nipples. “You sure are, baby. You’re all ours.”

Rumi inhaled sharply and arched as Mira suddenly sped up, a fierce look on her face. 

“Yes, you’re ours,” Mira panted. “Our good girl. Are you close?”

Rumi shuddered and bucked. “Fuck. Now I am.”

Then Zoey’s right hand slid down Rumi’s stomach and landed between her legs, and Rumi gasped as she went straight for Rumi’s swollen clit. “Be a good girl and come on Mira’s cock, baby. I want to watch your gorgeous patterns light up again.”

Mira somehow sped up even further and Rumi writhed, deliciously caught between their sweaty bodies as Zoey’s fingers shoved her over the edge again. She came with a surprised yelp, legs squeezing Mira tight.

“Beautiful,” Mira said, hips slowing to a deep grind. “Fuck, Rumi, you’re perfect. I love watching you come for us. Do you have another one in you? Can you come for me one more time?”

Rumi was still gasping from the suddenness of her last orgasm, but there was only one possible answer to that question. “Yes, please, want to–want to come for you again.”

Mira picked up the pace again immediately, and Rumi let out a groan as she finally began to feel deliciously overstimulated instead of desperate.

“Such a good girl for us,” Zoey said, rubbing herself against Rumi’s lower back with rapid jerks of her hips. “Fuck, watching you two is gonna make me come. You’re so gorgeous, Rumi. Our perfect girl.”

“Me too,” Mira said. “I’m so close. You’re gonna make me come again, Rumi. Fuck.” She was panting now, hot puffs of air against Rumi’s cheek as she dropped a kiss on Rumi’s lips and then another on Zoey’s. “Come with me. Both of you, please come with me.”

It was Zoey who started the chain reaction this time. The instant Mira kissed her, she took a sharp inhale and then spasmed against Rumi’s back, fingers losing some of their coordination as she moaned in Rumi’s ear. 

Rumi followed right after, clamping down tight on Mira’s cock as she watched Mira shatter above her. They all shook and moaned and trembled together, Rumi pressed tightly between them when even Mira’s strong arms finally gave out.

The bedroom was quiet for a while as they all recovered. Rumi couldn’t move–for multiple reasons–so she just lay there, right where she’d wanted to be for so long. Between her girls.

A low groan from Zoey finally broke the silence. “Guys, I love you, but I can’t handle both of you on top of me for much longer.”

“I’m stuck,” Mira said. “Rumi, you have to let me go so I can get up.”

Oh, right. She still had her legs wrapped around Mira, didn’t she? 

Rumi reluctantly let her shaky legs fall to the bed, wincing slightly as Mira carefully withdrew from between her thighs.

“Wow,” Rumi said, “literally my entire vulva is throbbing. Is that normal?”

“It is when you get fucked properly,” Zoey said. “Good job, Mira.”

Mira looked (deservedly) smug–right up until she tried to stand and immediately staggered as her knees momentarily refused to support her. 

Zoey chuckled. “Good job Rumi, too. You made Mira come so hard her knees stopped working.”

Mira shot Zoey a glare with absolutely no heat behind it. “Let’s see you stand up then, babe.”

“Oh, my legs are absolutely fucked,” Zoey said cheerfully. “I’m not going anywhere for at least twenty minutes. Bring me a water and some shrimp chips while you’re up?” 

Mira rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Ok, I see how it is. I’ll fetch your refreshments right away, your highness. Anything I can get for you, Rumi?”

“I need an electrolyte drink,” Rumi admitted. Her throat was parched again, and, well, she had lost a lot of fluids. “And I think we have some leftover gimbap in the fridge. And some choco pies. Oh, and that seaweed popcorn I like, and–”

Mira was already halfway out the door. “Just bring two of every snack in the cupboard. Got it.”

Twenty minutes later, they had demolished a truly remarkable quantity of snack foods, even for them. 

Rumi felt decidedly more human. Well, half-human.

“I can’t believe you let us eat in your bed,” Zoey said, letting out one of her more impressive belches as she patted her belly in satisfaction. “Definitely a first.”

“The bedding already needs to be washed,” Rumi said reasonably. “Or maybe burned. Also, I’m not convinced I could walk right now anyway.”

“Well,” Mira said, a dangerous twinkle in her eye, “I can’t believe you told Celine you fantasize about having sex with us.”

Rumi froze, eyes wide. “Oh fuck.”