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The trickle of sweat that had clung stubbornly to her hairline finally trailed down the side of Rumi’s face and down her neck until it sat on her collarbone where it cooled on her heated skin.
Even so she barely felt it; couldn’t think clearly over the dull throb of over-strained muscles, the sharp sting of the blisters on her palms from hours of drills with the wooden training weapons. They stung savagely as she leant back on her arms, biting back a whimper as her hands pressed into the woven mats covering the floor.
The pain helped her stay alert.
To pay attention.
Mira and Zoey weren’t in much better shape, gleaming with perspiration, their usually flawless skin flushed a soft pink and littered with scrapes and bruises.
They looked as exhausted as Rumi felt.
The whir of Celine’s whetstone was almost hypnotic, joining the faint drone of the cicadas in the distance. The sickle she used to hack down weeds glinted in the afternoon sun, the inner curve scraping rhythmically back and forth, as Celine primed it for use.
Rumi sometimes felt she knew what it was like to be a blade.
To be a tool.
To be moulded, sharpened, honed until she was nothing but utter perfection.
Vocally, physically, mentally she had to be.
In every sense.
Apart from the one thing that could not be scraped away. The shame that she carried with her, in her very skin.
“- always remember demons are ruled by their desires, by their need to feed. The only thing that matters to them is their service to Gwi-Ma.”
Celine lifted the blade, twisting it so that shards of light from the blazing sun dazzled Rumi’s eyes before splintering around the room.
“-they cannot be reasoned with, they cannot be trusted-.” Rumi watched as Celine's top lip curled in disgust. “They are worse than animals because they cannot even be trained to resist their urge to destroy..”
She stroked her thumb across the now razor sharp edge of the blade. Tiny beads of blood immediately welled along the paper thin gash.
Zoey and Mira watched her with grim fascination, hanging on every word.
Rumi has heard this all before.
And every time guilt, cloying and thick, curdled in her stomach, adrenaline pounding under her sternum until she felt nauseous.
“Never turn your back on a demon, never feel pity for a demon.” Celine's eyes were slightly hazy as if she were reliving something in the back of her mind, distant and far away but still laced with a sharp pain. “They do not- cannot understand love… they are not worth saving-”
Her stance suddenly straightened, falling back into the posture of a fighter, a hunter, eyes clear and focused, fixated on the end of the blade that now looked like it was merely an extension of her own muscular arm.
“Everything with patterns must die.”
And for a split second, Rumi wondered how it would feel for that cold steel to slice into her throat.
Mira said she objected to being known as “the mean one”.
Yes, of course she had the tough, ice princess exterior, the don’t fuck with me attitude that made overly handsy male fans flinch away with just a glare.
That, really, she was sunshine and rainbows and soft as marshmallow fluff (Zoey’s words not Mira’s).
And on the whole, Rumi would agree with that.
She was utterly devoted to her and Zoey, waited on them hand and foot, clinging to them in her sleep like some kind of lanky koala (and while she was awake too, for that matter).
But right now?
Right now she was being mean.
Not that Rumi was complaining.
“But..but Miraaaa how could I resist her? She looked so…pathetic!”
Rumi wouldn’t have said she looked that pathetic.
Okay so, she was currently naked (aside from the soft purple leather collar clasped around her neck),drooling around the ball gag in her mouth,hands bound behind her back, swaying slightly on her knees with a magic wand fastened to her thigh using their best shibari rope, the ties intricate (and in all honesty, beautiful) while the wand buzzed away on the lowest setting, pressed firmly against her aching, dripping cunt, her clit throbbing while she clenched around nothing.
Alright, maybe she looked a little pathetic.
And that was how Zoey found her- knelt by the desk while Mira just popped out for a few minutes.
Rumi knew it was all to mess with her a little, that Mira had propped up Rumi’s phone on the desk on a video call, so she could watch her every move, to make sure she was safe. She had probably only gone to the lounge, knowing what being left like this did to Rumi, her parting words, “Lets see just how long you can control yourself.”
She heard Zoey’s gasp of delight before she saw her peeping around the door frame, eyes creased with glee.
“Oh poor thing-” Zoey had crooned all but bouncing into the room. “I thought I heard whimpering and I was right.”
She trailed her fingers along her collar before gliding them through the drool on her neck, then up to Rumi's spit slick chin,tipping it up with a single finger and forcing her to make eye contact, completely oblivious to the phone recording every second of their interaction.
“Is Mira helping you learn how to control that needy demon cunt of yours?”
Rumi just let out a little broken whine, squirming uselessly as her patterns flashed a soft pink.
Zoey smiled sweetly down at her, slipping easily into the softly teasing tone she knew Rumi loved, knew made her all the wetter, all the more desperate to please.
Rumi watched as Zoey tipped her head to one side, clearly mulling over her options, watching as another strand of drool broke and slid down Rumi’s chest.
“Maybe I can help-”
And with that she quickly pinched Rumi’s already hardened nipples between her finger and thumb, tugging until Rumi arched her back, her hiss of pain muffled by the gag wedged between her teeth.
“Oh that’s so pretty-”
“Who said you could play?”
Zoey snatched her hands away like they had been scalded. Mira was watching from the doorway, arms folded, mouth a thin firm line, one eyebrow raised.
The look that meant that one…or both of them were in serious trouble.
Rumi hoped it was just Zoey this time.
“I-”
Zoey backed away as Mira approached until her back met the edge of Mira’s desk. Rumi could see her throat bob nervously as Mira stepped even closer until they were merely a breath apart.
“I was watching on my phone in the living room, Zoey.”
Mira’s voice was utterly calm but her eyes flashed dangerously.
“Dang it.” Zoey whispered just before Mira’s hand shot out and curled into the back of her hair, tugging her head back sharply.
“If you had waited til I came back you could have joined in.” Zoey whimpered as Mira pulled harder, almost lifting her onto her toes. “And here I am teaching Rumi self control when maybe I should focus on you hm?”
And that was how Zoey found herself sitting in Mira’s reading chair, told to keep her hands on the arms and a warning to keep her thighs spread.
“I was just teasing!” Zoey whined even as she opened her legs wider under Mira’s firm stare.
“And did you even consider that maybe you should ask me permission to touch her? That maybe I had plans that included you as well?”
Zoey bit her lip squirming a little. “I didn’t think-”
Mira huffed in amusement.
“Oh you thought alright; with your pussy. And look where it got you.” But both Rumi and Zoey knew she couldn’t stay stern for long, not when Zoey looked up at her with that pout. With a resigned sigh Mira leant down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Colour to continue?”
Zoey’s eyes flicked to Rumi, sparkling with mischief before sliding back up to meet Mira’s warm brown eyes.
“Just call me Mike Wazowski!”
If Rumi hadn’t been gagged she would have snorted. Mira just sighed and pressed a hand over her eyes.
“What?! I’m green, he’s green-”
“You’re a dork-”
“I’m your dork and you think I’m hilarious and hot and-”
“I am this close to getting the other ball gag-”
Zoey shut up very quickly after that.
Mira squatted down in front of Rumi so she could make eye contact.
“You’re wrecked and we’ve barely even started baby.”
Her eyes flicked down and the edge of her mouth twisted into a smirk that sent a bolt of heat straight between Rumi’s trembling thighs.
Mira reached out and to Rumi’s utter humiliation caught a strand of slick that had trailed directly from her cunt all the way to the towel between her legs.
“Messy, messy girl.” She licked the wetness from the tip of her finger with a hum of satisfaction.
Zoey and Rumi whimpered in harmony.
She turned off the vibe and eased it away from Rumi’s cunt with a truly obscene squelch that made Rumi flush to her ears and her patterns flare from embarrassment.
After that she was unbound, Mira carefully rubbing at the indents the rope had made on her inner thigh and wrists, before helping her stand and slowly stretch out her now slightly aching calves and shoulders, before finally easing the ball gag from her mouth and using the tissues on her desk to clear away the now unpleasantly cooling drool on her neck and chest.
“There, that’s much better isn’t it?”
Rumi licked her lips and forced out a husky “Yes Ma’am. Thank you.”
“So polite too, you’re being my good girl aren’t you Rumi?”
Rumi nodded.
“Use your words pet.” Rumi’s eyes fluttered closed in bliss as Mira's thumb caressed her jaw.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Yes, Ma’am what?” Mira tilted her head expectantly.
“Yes, I’m…I’m being your good girl, Ma’am.” Rumi felt herself flush again. It was hard enough for her to hear compliments, but to actually say them always made her feel awkward and embarrassed.
She was getting better at it though. Even if it was only to please her girls. To show them just how good, how obedient, how well trained she could be.
For a split second the sharp shimmer of a blade flashed through her mind but she instantly shook it away, even as the hum of a whetstone echoed faintly in her ears.
“Hey. Rumi, look at me.”
Mira’s voice was firm, her brow furrowed in concern as she cupped Rumi’s face, eyes searching hers.
“What’s your colour?”
“Green.” Rumi replied a little too quickly. Mira raised an eyebrow, not displeased per say, nor doubting. Just…unsure.
“You looked like you were somewhere else for a second there.” Her thumbs stroked Rumi's jaw, the slow pass of it over her skin grounded Rumi, little sparks of pleasure fizzling out over her skin under the gentle touch. “Take a breath and think before you answer this time.”
Rumi took three slow deep breaths, taking in the scent of the jasmine candle burning in the corner of Mira’s desk mingled with smell of arousal and the salt of her own sweat, the softness of the rug beneath her feet, the frissons of pleasure erupting from Mira’s touch-
“Green. Definitely green.”
“Good girl.” Mira pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Good to continue?”
“Yes.” And this time her own voice sounds sure and steady.
“Hands behind your back. You can watch but don’t touch.”
And Rumi did.
She watched as Mira slowly peeled off her tank top, took in the delicate arch of her ribs, the way her stomach muscles flexed under her smooth, soft skin,
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her dusky pink nipples were already hard and God, what Rumi wouldn’t give to lave over them with her tongue, to make Mira buck and writhe beneath her-
Her shorts came off next, slowly gliding down legs that went on for what felt like miles, strong but flexible, effortlessly graceful-
But it’s the wet patch, dead centre on Mira’s underwear that really got her attention. Rumi felt her nostrils flare as she caught the scent of Mira’s arousal, felt saliva pool under her tongue when she thought about the way Mira would taste right now, heady and bittersweet and utterly intoxicating-
“Kneel.”
Rumi almost threw herself to the floor earning an amused chuckle from Mira and a smothered giggle from Zoey.
“God- she’s so desperate-”
“I didn’t ask for a running commentary, Zoey.” Mira sat back in her office chair, legs crossing elegantly. “Just sit there and look pretty and if you prove you can behave, maybe I’ll let you join in.”
“Message received and understood!” Zoey gave a vigorous nod and if it weren’t for Mira’s command to keep her arms on the chair, Rumi was sure she’d be saluting.
Mira rolled her eyes then turned her attention back to Rumi. “Here.” She pointed directly between her legs.
Rumi shuffled awkwardly forward a few inches until she was bracketed in by Mira’s thighs, chest rising and falling faster by the second, wetting her dry lips with her tongue.
“Still no touching” Mira reminded her as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear.
Rumi felt her mouth drop open.
Mira must have been touching herself while she was gone, she must have been watching Rumi tremble and squirm on her knees while she sat on the couch with one hand down her pants, teasing herself.
She was so wet.
She watched as another bead welled at the entrance of her cunt before it slid down, her clit swollen and twitching and-
“Aww baby you’re drooling!” Mira crooned, two fingers slipping down to spread herself even wider and Rumi let out a whine of desperation, suddenly aware of how, yes, indeed there was a line of drool trickling from the corner of her mouth...and there was no ball gag to blame it on this time.
“You wanna taste me that bad?” Mira closed her legs and leant forward, cupping Rumi’s face in her palm again, thumb swiping away the saliva clinging to her bottom lip.
“How about something to tide you over?”
Oh God.
“Open.”
Rumi knew exactly what was going to happen, felt the degradation and need coiling in her stomach even before she opened her mouth and looked into Mira’s eyes as she had been trained to.
When Mira spat in her mouth, letting her saliva pool on Rumi’s tongue while she shuddered with humiliation, Zoey let out a low moan.
“Swallow it.”
Rumi did as she was told with a soft whimper, thighs pressing together helplessly as her cunt spasmed helplessly with want, almost afraid that the shame and lust was going to make her come untouched.
Mercifully it didn’t thank fuck.
Mira sat back once more and casually picked up the wand, clicked it on and pressed it against her own twitching clit.
Now it was her turn for her mouth to drop open, eyes fluttering shut as her head tipped back.
“God, Rumi, you have no idea what seeing you like this does to me.” Her eyes opened and met Rumi’s, dark and full of desire.
“You’re so good for me, for us.” she groaned, hips started rolling into the vibration, slick sounds echoing through the room at each pass over her clit.
“Mmh, the way you look at me, the way you hold yourself back,the way you obey o-our every word, just-fuck- just goes to prove-”
She reached forward to grip Rumi’s chin so she could make full eye contact.
“Demons can be trained.”
Rumi let out a little sob, heat coiling even tighter between her thighs.
Yes. Yes, she was good, she was trained, obedient, perfect, perfect for them, for her girls-
The wand clicked off. Mira’s hand slipped from her chin, curled into her braid,wrapping it around her fist before she tugged her between her spread thighs and held her inches away from where Rumi was desperate to be. She could still see the flutter of Mira’s cunt. Mira must have been close when she turned off the vibrator. The smell of her was intoxicating and what Rumi wouldn’t give to stick out her tongue and-
“Beg for it. Beg to taste me.”
Rumi was practically unaware of the nonsense that fell from her lips, a stream of desperate filth-
“God, please, please let me, let me taste you, want to make you feel good, want to feel you come on my tongue, please Ma’am, please, please, please-”
Mira didn’t reply. She merely shoved Rumi’s face between her thighs.
The moan that left Rumi's mouth was debauched and the vibration of it against Mira’s clit made her cry out again.
“That’s it, make me come and you’ll get your reward-” Mira forced out through gritted teeth.
This is reward enough Rumi thought, her own need muted, in the back of her mind, her only focus now was make Mira come.
She pressed her tongue deep inside her fucking her slowly, nose bumping against her clit and Mira tugged sharply at her hair, thighs trembling either side of her face.
She was distantly aware of Zoey whining something but Mira clearly wasn’t listening too lost in the sensation Rumi was pulling from her body, practically rutting against her mouth, smearing wetness across Rumi’s chin.
When Rumi sealed her lips around Mira’s clit, almost smiling in satisfaction when she felt it twitching as she pressed her tongue to it, just before she sucked it firmly-
And that was all it took.
Mira arched and cried out sharply, fingernails digging into the back of Rumi’s neck as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. Rumi worked her through it, reveling in the feeling of each spasm of it against her mouth, lapping eagerly, desperate to draw yet more pleasure out of Mira’s body-
“That’s enough-” Mira panted, releasing her grip on Rumi’s braid and easing her back.
She swiped away the slick clinging to Rumi’s bottom lip with her thumb.
“Well done. You’re being so, so good for me Rumi.”
Her free hand slid down Rumi’s stomach, giggling softly at the way the muscles twitched against her fingertips.
“Easy there…someones desperate aren’t they?” Rumi nodded panting, trying to keep perfectly still. “Do you need something to fill up that needy demon cunt?”
Rumi just whined in response.
“Looks like you’ve forgotten how to speak. That’s ok baby. I know what you need.”
Mira tipped her head to the side and squeezed Rumi’s chin to get her attention. “Do you remember your signals?”
Rumi immediately tapped Mira’s knee once for green.
“Good girl.”
When Mira’s fingers dipped between her labia her eyes slipped shut for a second.
“You’re fucking soaked baby. All this for us?”
Rumi nodded once again trying to shift her knees wider, desperate for more but Mira just kept teasing her fingers up and down, just barely brushing over the tip of her aching clit each time.
“Zoey, get your ass over here before I change my mind about letting you play.”
Zoey practically threw herself across the room, pupils blown, flushed and panting with need.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I-”
“Shh. I know. Open.” Mira’s words were soft, but firm, her control absolute.
Zoey immediately knelt and opened her mouth and Rumi whimpered as Mira withdrew her fingers from between her legs and slipped them between Zoey’s parted lips.
“That’s better isn’t it?” Rumi could tell Mira had pressed down on Zoey’s tongue by the way her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Now while I have your mouth occupied, you're going to listen.”
Zoey huffed out a breath through her nose by way of response.
“Good. On the bed there are two straps ready to use. Put on the one on the left. We’ll join you in a moment.”
Zoey scrambled to her feet and hurried to the bed. Rumi, still with her gaze fixed on Mira, heard the familiar clink of the buckles and the creak of leather being tightened and couldn't repress the shudder of want that ran through her.
“You’ve been so good Rumi, you’ve proved how well we’ve taught you, proved you can control yourself. Are you ready to feel good?”
Rumi didn’t know when she had started to tremble but she was suddenly aware she was shaking all over, her need was so intense the heat between her legs almost unbearable, patterns flickering between pink and blue-
“Colour on me using your mouth, while Zoey fucks your cunt. I picked out your two favourite toys.”
They were so good to her. Sometimes she believed she deserved it.
She tapped Mira’s knee once.
Green.
“That’s our girl. On the bed then.”
Mira helped her onto shaky legs and guided her onto the bed. Zoey waited patiently for Mira to get Rumi into position while she dribbled lube onto the ridged blue dildo bobbing between her legs.
Once she was on her hands and knees with a wedge cushion under her hips she felt Mira leave the bed and once again heard the jangle of buckles as Mira strapped up as well.
“God, look at you-” Zoey murmured, hands reaching out to spread her open from behind, Rumi yelping as she blew a cool stream of air against her.
“You’re so fucking wet and swollen baby…I don’t think it’s going to take long before you make a pretty mess all over my cock, is it?”
Rumi sobbed.
“Shh it’s ok, we’ll take care of you.” She whispered soothingly, dragging the tip of the dildo up and down, bumping at her clit when Rumi was suddenly aware of Mira’s presence again.
She looked up, swallowed thickly, her words still a jumble in her mind, only able to feel, to take, her eyes resting on the pink cock, Mira had selected. It was thick enough to stretch but not enough to make it too difficult to take it down her throat.
They were going to ruin her.
“Remember your signals if it gets too much-”
Rumi tapped Mira’s thigh again. Just once.
Green.
“Eager little demon aren’t you?”
Rumi opened her mouth before she was even asked. “ I suppose we should stop being so mean to you hm?” Mira murmured, grabbing her cock and tapping it against Rumi’s bottom lip.
Rumi looked up at her, tears of need springing unbidden into her eyes even as she pressed the flat of her tongue to the underside of Mira’s cock.
“You want it so bad? Fucking take it.”
And with that she slid into her mouth, hand curling around her braid once again to hold her in place.
When Zoey pressed inside her it made her groan around the cock in her mouth, the ridges breathtaking as the grazed over that spot inside her that made pleasure ricochet up her spine.
Zoey was right. It wasn’t going to take long.
They didn’t go slow, they didn’t go gentle, she didn’t want or need that from them. She wanted to be taken, to be used until she was utterly broken, utterly theirs.
They would be there to help put her back together again afterwards.
They always were.
Always had been.
Always would be.
Always hers.
Zoey was fucking her in earnest now, the grinding pad on the base of the strap clearly having an effect on her, Rumi could feel her grinding her hips against her ass with every inward thrust. And all the while Mira kept pressing into her mouth until her nose was flush to the leather, pulling back every so often to let her breath and then pressing right back in again.
It made her feel used, filthy-
Then Zoey reached round and pressed her fingers firmly to Rumi’s clit.
And the pleasure that had been lying in wait for hours now, exploded.
Her eyes rolled back in her head while stars burst in her vision, back arching, fingers clenching in the sheets, throat squeezing around the cock in her throat-
It was suddenly all a little too much.
Two taps. Yellow.
Mira quickly eased out of her mouth.
Zoey paused, one hand smoothing up and down her back.
“Give me your colour Rumi-”
Two taps. Yellow.
“Tap once if you want Zoey to keep going.”
One tap.
“Good girl.”
“Tap once if you want me to stop fucking your mouth?”
She knew her so well.
One tap.
“Thank you for using your yellow baby.” Mira smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Love you-” Rumi managed to rasp, her mind floating somewhere far away but still close enough to feel how much they both adored her.
“Shh, you don’t need to speak, just feel pretty girl-” Zoey whispered against the nape of her neck just before she pulled out til only the tip of the strap was inside her-
Then slammed back in again.
Rumi groaned, letting her weight sag against Mira and Zoey’s supporting hands, giving herself over to the pleasure that was already building in her core.
“You’re such a good girl, our good girl", Mira breathed, cool palm pressed to the blazing skin of Rumi’s cheek.
“Just ours-” Zoey sobbed, “Oh God, I’m gunna-”
Mira’s smile turned wicked. “Yeah, you gunna come inside her?”
“Fuck, Mira. please-”
Zoey’s thrusts turned frantic again, hands gripping hard enough to leave fingertip shaped bruises on Rumi’s hips.
The pain just took her even higher and she was so close-
“Not until she does…it won’t take much more.”
And when Mira slid her hand down Rumi’s stomach, through sweat slick curls and circled roughly around her clit, Rumi shattered, screaming so hard she felt her throat give out, suddenly realizing that the Honmoon was flaring around them, matching the iridescent flickering of her patterns-
She was dimly aware of Zoey crying out and she let out a little sob as the jerking of her hips set off a new wave of spasming pleasure through her.
They collapsed together in a sweaty mess, a soft whimper leaving her lips as Zoey slipped from inside her, her cunt fluttering futilely around the emptiness left behind.
She didn’t know when she started crying, but the inevitable tears started, they always did when they played like this. She could feel them trickle down her face, hot and stinging but they bring with them a wave of relief, as she let out years of shame, years of self loathing, years of hating who…what she was.
In a matter of seconds, Zoey and Mira had pulled her between them, wrapping themselves around her trembling body and whispering over and over how they love her, how good, how beautiful, how perfect she is.
And when she heard it from them…she believed it.