In Kuroinu

Llusse found me after dinner.

I was on the lower platform, cleaning my sword by fungi-lantern light, when she dropped from the branch above and landed in front of me in a crouch. Her ears were flat. Her arms crossed before she'd finished standing.

"We need to talk," she said.

"About?"

"About the fact that you had a threesome with Filia and Tianne and I found out about it THROUGH A DOOR."

I put the sword down.

"Llusse-"

"I heard them. Both of them. Through the wall. In the inn at Mirabel." Her ears were trembling. "I heard Tianne make sounds I didn't know Tianne could MAKE. And then I heard Filia say your name in a voice I've never heard her use. And I was on the other side of a DOOR."

"That was-"

"If the priestess gets group time, I get group time." She said it like she'd been rehearsing. Which she probably had. For weeks. "That's the rule. If there isn't a rule, I'm making one now."

"There's no rule."

"There IS now."

"Llusse, you can't just-"

"Fine." Filia's voice. From behind me. I turned. She was leaning against the railing at the platform's edge with her arms crossed and one eyebrow up. She'd been there for a while.

"Fine what?" Llusse said.

"Fine, tonight." Filia pushed off the railing. Walked toward us. Her stride was even and her face was composed and she looked at Llusse with the same expression she used when accepting a sparring challenge. "If you want equal time, you can have it. Tonight. Both of us."

Llusse's ears went rigid. Straight up. Her mouth opened.

"I- that's- I didn't mean-"

"You said group time. This is group time." Filia looked at me. "Unless you object."

I looked at Filia. At Llusse. At Filia again.

"I don't object."

"Good." Filia turned to Llusse. "My room. Sundown. Don't be late."

She walked away. Llusse stared after her. Her ears were cycling through every position I'd cataloged: forward, back, flat, rigid, forward again.

"She just-"

"She did."

"And you just-"

"I did."

Llusse's face went through red, pink, back to red. She pointed at me. Her finger was shaking.

"This doesn't mean anything," she said.

"You asked for it."

"I asked for EQUAL TREATMENT. I didn't ask for-" She gestured vaguely at the platform where Filia had been standing. "-THAT."

"You kind of did."

Her mouth opened. Closed. Her ears went flat.

"Sundown," she said. And walked away in the opposite direction from Filia.

Filia's room was one of the guest treehouses, a small structure grown from a single branch, walls of living wood and a bed of woven moss over a frame of bent saplings. The ceiling was low. The door was a curtain of woven leaves. Through the gaps in the bark-walls, the settlement's fungi lanterns cast gold-white light across the floor.

Filia was already there when I arrived. She'd taken off her armor and was wearing her loose shirt and trousers, her red hair down, and she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands on her knees. She looked up when I came through the curtain.

"She's going to be difficult," Filia said.

"She's always difficult."

"More than usual." She stood. Rolled her shoulders. "Let me handle her."

"Since when do you handle Llusse?"

"Since she asked me to share you and I said yes." She crossed her arms. The movement pulled the loose shirt across her chest. "I know what this is for her. She doesn't want to be left out. The threesome with Tianne hurt her pride."

"She said she didn't care."

"She said that through a door she was pressing her ear against."

The curtain rustled. Llusse stepped through.

She'd changed. Her usual traveling clothes replaced with a lighter shirt, sleeveless, and shorter trousers. Her hair was loose past her shoulders. Her feet were bare. She looked like she'd spent an hour deciding what to wear and then grabbed the first thing she saw so she could pretend she hadn't spent an hour.

Her ears were pink at the tips. Her chin was up. Her arms crossed immediately.

"I'm here," she said. "Let's get this over with."

"Romantic," I said.

"Shut up."

Filia walked to the door curtain and pulled it tighter. Checked the bark-wall gaps. Turned back.

"Nobody can see in," she said. "But they can hear, so."

"I can be quiet," Llusse said.

Filia and I looked at her.

"What?"

"Nothing," Filia said. "We'll see."

Llusse's ears went red. "What is THAT supposed to-"

Filia kissed me.

She crossed the room in two steps, put her hands on either side of my face, and kissed me. Steady. Warm. Her mouth on mine and her hands firm on my jaw and she tasted like the honey from dinner and her body was warm when she pressed against me.

Llusse made a sound behind us. Her weight shifting. Her breath catching.

Filia pulled back. Looked at Llusse. "Your turn."

Llusse was standing by the door with her arms still crossed and her ears crimson and her chest rising fast. She looked at Filia. At me. At Filia again.

"I don't need a TURN. This isn't a- it's not a ROTATION."

"Then come take what you want." Filia stepped aside. Left space between me and Llusse. An open lane.

Llusse's jaw worked. Her ears were vibrating. She uncrossed her arms, crossed them again, uncrossed them. Walked forward.

She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me down to her height and kissed me. Hard. Teeth. Her tongue in my mouth immediately, aggressive and messy, and her hands fisted in my shirt and she was kissing me like she was proving a point.

When she pulled back her lips were wet and her breathing was ragged and her ears were pointing straight backward.

"That's how you start," she said. To Filia.

"Noted." Filia's voice was dry. She moved behind me. Her hands slid under my shirt from behind, palms flat against my stomach, and she pulled the shirt up and over my head. Cool air on my skin for a second before her body pressed against my back. Her mouth on my shoulder. Her breasts against my spine through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Llusse's eyes were on Filia's hands on my stomach. Her jaw tightened.

"I can do that too," she said.

She grabbed the hem of her own shirt and pulled it over her head.

No binding underneath. Her breasts were small and firm, her nipples already hard from the cool air or the arousal or both, and she was flushed from her collarbones to her ears and she stood there with her chin up and her arms at her sides like she was daring someone to say she was embarrassed.

"Well?" she said. To me.

I pulled her in. One arm around her waist, the other hand in her hair, and I kissed her again. Slower this time. Her bare chest against mine and Filia's hands still on my stomach from behind and Llusse's sharp inhale when our skin made contact. Her nipples hard points against my chest. Her stomach pressed flat to mine and I was hard already, had been since her tongue hit my mouth, and when her hips pressed forward she felt it through my trousers and her breath hitched.

Filia's fingers went to my belt. Working the buckle from behind.

Llusse's hand went to my belt from the front.

Their fingers met on the buckle.

A pause. Both of them with their hands on the same piece of metal and they looked at each other over my shoulder and the room was quiet except for breathing.

Filia moved her hands. Llusse opened the belt. Filia pulled my trousers down from behind. My cock was hard and the cool air of the treehouse hit the skin and Llusse was looking down at it and I was standing between two women who were each deciding their next move.

"Well," Llusse said. Her voice was higher. Her ears were doing things. "That's- you're-"

"Move." Filia stepped around me. She pulled her own shirt off. Her body was lean muscle and the scar along her ribs and her breasts were fuller than Llusse's, heavier, and her red hair fell across her shoulders and she looked at Llusse with an expression that said your move.

Llusse looked at Filia's body. At mine. Her ears cycled through three positions in a second.

"I'm better," she said.

"That's not how this works," Filia said.

"It IS how this works. Everything is how this works." Llusse pulled her trousers off. Kicked them aside. Bare. All of her. An archer's build, lean and quick, the flush spreading down her chest and her breathing fast and her ears bright red. She was looking at us with the expression of a woman who'd jumped off a cliff and was trying to look like she meant to.

I sat on the bed. Both of them standing. Both of them bare. Both of them looking at me.

"Both of you," I said. "Come here."

Filia moved first. She straddled my lap, one knee on each side, and her hand went to my cock and she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and guided me to her entrance. She was wet. Slick against the head when she pressed me against her, and the heat of her was immediate and when she sank down the first inch I felt the stretch, the tight grip of her opening around me, and she was wetter than the first touch suggested because the second inch was smoother and she kept going. Sinking. Her weight settling on my hips and the heat of her surrounding me inch by inch until she was flush against my lap and I was buried in her and my hands went to her hips and my grip was tight because the familiar heat of Filia was different when Llusse was standing right there watching.

"Ah-"

A small sound from Filia. Her mouth barely open. Her eyes half-closed. She settled her weight and her hips shifted to find the angle and the shift dragged her pussy along the length of me and the fit adjusted, tighter on one side, deeper on the other. Her breathing was steady through her nose. Controlled. The composure she wore like armor.

Llusse was standing beside the bed. Watching Filia sink onto me. Her ears were rigid and her hands were fisted at her sides and her breathing was ragged and she was wet. I could see it on her inner thighs in the lantern light, the sheen, and she hadn't been touched yet.

"You're just going to WATCH?" Filia said. Her hips rolled once. Slow. My cock shifted inside her and I gripped her hips harder and the wet sound of her body on mine was audible in the small room. Her blue eyes were on Llusse. "I thought you wanted equal time."

"I don't know where to-"

"Here." Filia reached over and took Llusse's wrist. Pulled. Llusse stumbled forward, one knee on the bed.

"Face him," Filia said.

"What?"

"Kneel over his face."

Llusse's ears went vertical. "I am NOT-"

"You asked for this. I'm making it work." Filia's hips rolled again and her voice stayed even despite the motion and she was looking at Llusse with the calm patience of a squad leader giving orders.

Llusse looked at me. I was on my back with Filia on my cock and my face was right there and Llusse was kneeling beside me with her thighs parted and her pussy glistening and her ears were broadcasting.

"Get up here," I said.

She moved. Swung her leg over. Knelt above my face with her thighs on either side of my head and she was hovering, holding herself up, shaking. The heat of her was on my face before I touched her. The scent of her arousal, sharp and close. Her inner thighs slick.

I grabbed her hips. Pulled her down onto my mouth.

My lips found her pussy and she was soaked. Dripping. The taste of her hit my tongue, salt and musk and Llusse, and I dragged my tongue from her entrance to her clit and the clit was swollen and hard under my tongue.

"Nn- ah-"

Her thighs clamped against my ears. Her hands grabbed the headboard and she jerked above me, her whole body jolting, and the sound she made was loud enough that Filia's eyebrows went up.

"Ah- don't- you can't just- nn-"

I licked again. Slower. Tracing the shape of her with my tongue, circling her clit, pressing flat and dragging. Her hips rocked forward on their own. She was trying to stay still and her body wouldn't let her.

"Ah- ah- that's-"

Filia started riding me. Rising off my cock until just the head was inside, the cool air hitting the wet shaft for a second before she sank back down and the heat swallowed me again. Slow strokes. Full depth. Each one a wet slide that I felt in my spine and my jaw clenched and my tongue pressed harder against Llusse and Llusse gasped and ground down.

Two women. One on my cock, one on my face. The wet sounds from both of them filling the room. Filia's pussy gripping me on each upstroke, the drag of her walls, the slick heat on the downstroke. Llusse's pussy against my mouth, her taste on my tongue, her clit pulsing under my lips. My cock aching inside Filia and my jaw working against Llusse and my brain wasn't keeping up with two women at once.

"Comfortable?" Filia said. Her voice steady despite riding me. The question aimed upward.

"Shut UP." Llusse. Between gasps. Her hips grinding in a circle against my mouth.

"You're louder than I expected."

"I am NOT- ah- that's- he's-"

"He's good with his mouth. Yes."

"Don't NARRATE it-"

Filia's pace increased. Her hips rolling faster and she was getting wetter with each stroke, the friction easing, the sounds louder. I could feel the heat building where our bodies met, my stomach slick with her arousal, the room warming around us. Her hands were flat on my stomach and her fingers dug in when she hit the angle that made her breath catch.

I sucked Llusse's clit between my lips. Her hips bucked. Her thighs crushed my ears and her back arched and a moan ripped out of her that was loud enough to carry through bark walls.

"Ah- AH- don't- someone's going to HEAR-"

"Then be quiet," Filia said. Rising and falling on my cock. Her breathing coming harder now, through her mouth, the composure fraying at the edges.

"I CAN'T be quiet when he's- nn- right- right there- ah-"

I pushed two fingers inside Llusse while my tongue stayed on her clit. She was so wet my fingers slid in without resistance and the sound of it was obscene, loud and wet in the tight space between her thighs and my face. Her pussy clenched around my fingers and her whole body shuddered.

"Oh- oh that's- nn- don't stop- ah-"

Filia was riding me harder now. Deeper strokes, her hips slamming down and the bed creaking and sweat forming between our bodies. Her stomach muscles were flexing above me and her red hair was sticking to her neck and her eyes were closed and her jaw was tight and each downstroke pushed me deeper and she was making sounds now. Quiet ones. Small catches of breath on each impact that she was trying to hold back and couldn't.

"Nn-" Filia. Barely audible. Through her teeth.

She was getting close. I could feel it in how tight she was gripping me, the walls of her pussy clenching on each outstroke, her rhythm less controlled and more desperate. The heat between us was everywhere. Sweat on my stomach where her thighs pressed. Sweat on my face where Llusse's thighs squeezed.

Llusse was grinding on my face now. Her composure gone. Her hips moving in circles, chasing my tongue, and her hands were white-knuckled on the headboard and every stroke of my tongue made her body jerk. Her ears were trembling at the tips.

Going rigid.

The tell. She was close. I backed off.

"Wh- no- what are you- don't STOP-"

I slowed. Lighter. Pulling my mouth back just enough that she could feel my breath on her clit but not my tongue. Her hips chased me and I held her at the distance and she was squirming above me, desperate, her thighs shaking with the effort of holding herself up.

"Haruto- you- if you don't-"

Filia's hand reached across my body. Found Llusse's hand on the headboard. Covered it.

Llusse's eyes snapped down. Looking at Filia's fingers over hers. Looking at Filia, who was riding me with her head tipped back and her red hair catching the lantern light and her hips moving in long deep strokes and she was breathing hard now, the composure cracked, her lips parted, her stomach slick with sweat.

"Together," Filia said. Her voice was rough. The control gone. "Not a competition right now."

Llusse's mouth opened. Her ears were shaking. She looked at Filia's hand on hers. Her fingers uncurled from the headboard. Curled around Filia's fingers instead.

"Fine," she whispered. "But I'm still louder than you."

"I know," Filia said.

I put my mouth back on Llusse. Full contact. My tongue on her clit and my fingers curling inside her and she was so wet the squelching was louder than either of their voices. Above me her body jolted and her hands clawed at the headboard and her mouth opened wide.

"AH- ah- right there- don't stop- please- ah- AH-"

Filia was riding me hard. Her composure shattered, her breathing ragged, her hips slamming down and the bed frame creaking and the wet sound of her pussy on my cock loud and fast. Her hand was locked with Llusse's. Her eyes were closed. Her jaw was clenched and her lips parted and I could feel her tightening around me, the rhythmic squeeze that meant she was right there.

"Nn- Haruto-" Filia. Low. Through her teeth. Her hips stuttering.

"AH- ah- I can't- I'm- ah-" Llusse. Loud. Getting louder. Her ears rigid. Straight up. Locked.

I sucked Llusse's clit hard and curled my fingers and drove my hips up into Filia at the same time.

Llusse came first. Her whole body went stiff and her thighs clamped and her hands white-knuckled on the headboard and the sound was a strangled scream she couldn't stop, loud enough that the fungi lanterns flickered, her pussy clenching around my fingers in hard rhythmic waves.

Filia heard it. The scream broke whatever Filia had left. Her rhythm shattered and her hips slammed down and she came, a low gasp ripped from her chest, her body going rigid, her pussy clenching around me in deep slow pulls that were different from Llusse's fast waves, and her free hand clawed my stomach and her back arched.

I lay there. My face wet with Llusse. My cock buried in Filia. Both of them shaking and their fingers locked together and the room was hot and smelled like sex and sweat and the lanterns were flickering. My cock was aching inside Filia, throbbing, still hard, and I hadn't come and both of them had and I was going to lose my mind.

Breathing. Three sets. Ragged. Loud. Slowing.

Llusse's thighs loosened. She listed sideways and collapsed onto the bed beside me, her hair stuck to her face, her ears flushed scarlet, her chest heaving. Her hand was still holding Filia's.

Filia leaned forward. Her forehead against my chest. Her body heavy on mine. Still full of me. I could feel her pulse around my cock, the aftershocks, small clenches that made my hips twitch. Her breathing hot against my skin. Her fingers still locked with Llusse's across my body.

The room was quiet except for breathing.

"I was louder," Llusse said. Into the pillow.

"Yes," Filia said. Against my chest. "You were."

Llusse turned her head enough to look at Filia with one green eye.

"We're not done," she said.

"We're not done," Filia agreed.

They both looked at me.

I was hard. Still inside Filia. Both of their hands joined across my stomach. Sweat cooling on my skin and the ache in my cock from not finishing and two women who were already talking about round two.

"Round two?" I said.

Llusse's ear twitched. "Don't look so pleased with yourself."

"I'm lying under two beautiful women who just came while holding hands. I'm going to look as pleased as I want."

Her mouth opened to retort. Closed. Her ears went red.

"Round two," she said.

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