In Kuroinu

Filia lifted off me.

The wet slide of her pussy releasing my cock, the cool air hitting skin that had been buried in heat, and the ache in my cock doubled with the absence. She swung her leg over and sat on the bed beside me, breathing hard, her red hair stuck to her neck and her thighs slick and her hand still holding Llusse's across my stomach.

Llusse was on her back beside me. Her hair was a mess and her ears were scarlet and her chest was still heaving from her orgasm and she was watching Filia with green eyes that were glassy and half-focused.

"My turn," Llusse said.

Her voice was hoarse. She cleared her throat. Said it again, steadier: "My turn."

"Your turn," I said. I sat up. My cock was hard and wet with Filia and the air was cold on it and I needed to be inside someone before I finished from the breeze alone.

Llusse rolled onto her back in the center of the bed. Her legs parted. She looked at me, then away, then back. Her ears were cycling.

"Well?" she said. "Are you going to-"

I moved between her legs. Her thighs opened wider and she was wet. Glistening in the lantern light, her pussy swollen from her orgasm and the arousal from watching Filia ride me and the oral and my fingers. The scent of her was sharp. Salt and musk and the note that was Llusse alone.

I lined up. Pressed the head against her entrance. She was slick and hot and swollen and the first contact made her breath catch and her hips tilt up.

"Don't be-" she started.

I pushed in.

The sound she made was worth every second of the ache. A high broken "ah-" that she tried to catch and couldn't. Her pussy was tight. Tighter than Filia, different. The archer's smaller frame gripping me on the entry and the first inch had real resistance despite how wet she was because she was swollen from coming and each inch after was a slow push through heat that clenched and resisted and clenched again.

I sank deeper. Her legs came up and her knees pressed against my sides and her hands grabbed the moss-bed frame and she was breathing in short sharp gasps through her nose, trying to stay quiet, and failing because the sensitivity from her first orgasm made everything sharper.

"Nn- ah- you're- that's-"

I bottomed out. Fully inside her. The fit was different from Filia. Tighter. The angle higher because she was shorter and her hips tilted differently and the depth hit a different spot and she jerked when I pressed the last inch and her ears went rigid for a flash.

I stayed still. Let her adjust. She was clenching around me in rhythmic pulses, her body reacting to the fullness, and her chest was heaving and her face was red and she was looking at the ceiling because she couldn't look at me.

"Look at me," I said.

Her eyes came down. Green and wet and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and her ears were trembling.

I pulled back. Pushed in. Slow.

"Ah-"

Again. Slow. Full depth. The wet sound loud in the room because she was soaked and each stroke was a slick push that made a noise she flinched at.

"That's- don't- not so-"

"Not so what?"

"Not so SLOW. I can feel EVERYTHING when you go slow."

"That's the point."

Her ears went flat. "I hate you."

I drove in hard. One thrust. Deep. The bed shifted and her whole body rocked and the sound she made bounced off the bark walls.

"AH-"

"Quiet," I said. "The settlement."

"YOU did that on PURPOSE-"

I did it again. Her back arched off the bed and her hands clawed the moss and her mouth opened and she was louder than round one and we'd been going for thirty seconds.

Filia was beside us. Sitting on the bed, her legs folded, her body still flushed and sweating from her own round. She was watching. Her blue eyes were moving between my face and Llusse's face and the place where my cock was pushing into Llusse. Her breathing had picked up again from watching.

"She's louder with you inside her," Filia said. To me.

"I KNOW she is," Llusse snapped. "I can HEAR myself-"

I thrust again and the sentence died. Her head dropped back and her throat worked and the moan was long and sustained and her ears were incandescent.

I built a rhythm. Each stroke deep, angled up, and Llusse's body was responding to every one. Her hips rising to meet me, her pussy clenching on the outstroke, the wet sounds getting louder as her arousal mixed with the slickness I'd carried from Filia. The room was hot. Three bodies in a small elf treehouse with the air thick and the sweat forming between our skin where my hips pressed against her thighs, where my hands gripped her waist.

"Ah- ah- nn- right there- ah-"

On each thrust. She'd stopped trying to be quiet. Her hands were gripping the bed frame above her head and her small breasts were shifting with each impact and her stomach was flexing and the flush had spread down her chest and she was sweating and the gold-white lantern light caught the sheen on her skin.

My cock was aching. The good ache, the deep one, the pressure that had been building since round one when I'd been inside Filia and eating Llusse and hadn't come while both of them did. Each stroke inside Llusse pulled the pressure tighter and the heat of her was everywhere around me and the wet grip of her pussy on each stroke was making my control thin. I grabbed her hip harder. Slowed myself. Not yet.

Llusse's eyes snapped open. "Why are you- don't SLOW DOWN-"

"Trying not to finish before you."

Her ears did three things at once. "You- you're close?"

"I've been close for an hour."

Her mouth opened. Closed. Her lips twitched at the corner and her chin lifted and her hips rolled up against me, deliberate, a grinding motion that dragged her pussy along my full length and my grip on her hip went white-knuckled.

"Then hurry up," she said. "I want to beat Filia's time."

Filia's hand moved.

I saw Filia watching from the corner of my eye. Her blue eyes on the angle of Llusse's hips, assessing.

"Tilt her up," Filia said. To me. "Higher angle."

I grabbed Llusse's hips with both hands. Lifted. Tilted her pelvis up toward me.

The new angle hit different. My cock pressed against the front wall and Llusse's eyes went wide and her mouth opened and the sound that came out was a register she hadn't used yet. Higher. Thinner.

"Ah- oh- that's- what did you-"

"Better angle," Filia said. She was watching Llusse's face with focused attention. "Hold her there."

"I don't need your HELP-"

I drove in at the new angle and her protest dissolved. Her pussy clenched so hard around me that my rhythm stuttered and I had to grab her thigh to keep moving. The heat of her body against my hips, my stomach, everywhere we touched. The wet sounds loud and fast. The pressure in my cock building with each stroke and I was fighting it, holding on, because she wasn't there yet and I wasn't finishing before she did.

"You can hold her hand," I said. To Llusse. "If you want."

Llusse's eyes flashed. "I don't need to hold anyone's-"

Filia reached across and found my free hand. Squeezed. Llusse's hand was already on my arm. Both of them holding onto me.

Llusse's eyes flicked to Filia's hand on mine. Her ears twitched. Her fingers tightened on my forearm.

I drove deeper. The angle was devastating and each stroke made Llusse's body jolt and her grip on my arm tighten and the bed was creaking and the room was loud with wet sounds and breathing and the slap of my hips against her thighs.

"Nn- ah- Haruto- I'm- ah- ah-"

Her free hand found my arm. Her nails dug in. Her breathing was the pattern. Short. Shallow. Each inhale higher than the last. Her ears trembling at the tips and going rigid.

The tell.

I didn't back off this time.

Hard. Deep. Each thrust pressing her into the bed. Filia was holding my hand and Llusse was gripping my arm and her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was open and she was loud. Louder than round one. Louder than she'd been behind the treehouse yesterday.

"AH- ah- don't stop- please- I'm- I can't- ah- AH- AH-"

Her ears went rigid. Locked. Her back arched hard enough to lift her shoulders off the bed. Her pussy clenched around me in a vice grip, rhythmic and hard, and her nails drew blood on my forearm and the sound was a scream she couldn't form into words.

The clenching pulled me over.

I thrust deep. Held. Came inside her. Finally. After all of round one and both their orgasms and an hour of aching. My hips jerked and the warmth flooded and my vision went white at the edges and Llusse gasped at the heat of it and her pussy clenched tighter around me and she was still coming and I was still coming and I couldn't-

Breathing.

The room came back in pieces. The lantern light. The creak of the bed settling. The smell of sex heavy enough to taste. Sweat cooling on my back and Llusse's stomach and the damp moss bedding under us.

I was still inside Llusse. My face was buried in her neck and her hair was in my mouth and her hand was still holding Filia's and her other hand was still on my arm, nails embedded, and she was trembling. Full-body tremors. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and she hadn't let go.

I lifted my head. Looked at her face. Her ears were limp. Flat against the pillow, not pointed in any direction. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were swollen. Her cheeks were flushed and tear-streaked at the corners.

Filia was lying beside us. On her side, propped on one elbow, her red hair spilling across the bed. Her hand was still locked with Llusse's. Her blue eyes were on Llusse's face and her mouth was soft and open.

I pulled out. Slowly. The slide was slick and hot and Llusse made a quiet sound, a soft "ah" with her eyes still closed, and my cum was dripping from her and my cock twitched at the visual even though there was nothing left.

I rolled to Llusse's other side. Three of us on our backs. The bed was wrecked. Moss twisted, frame dented where someone had gripped too hard.

Breathing. Getting slower. Three sets.

Llusse hadn't let go of Filia's hand.

"This means nothing," Llusse said.

Her voice was rough. Used. She was staring at the ceiling and her ears were still limp and her body was still shaking and she was holding Filia's hand with both of hers now, clasped to her chest.

"Nothing," she said again.

"Okay," Filia said.

"I'm serious. This was- it was just- equal treatment. That's all it was."

"Okay, Llusse."

"And if you tell ANYONE about the hand-holding thing I will put an arrow through your-"

"I won't tell anyone."

"Through your LEFT KNEECAP specifically-"

"Llusse." Filia's voice was soft. "I'm not letting go."

Llusse's mouth closed. Her ears twitched. One of them rose halfway, then fell back to limp.

She didn't let go either.

The room was quiet. Through the bark-wall gaps, the settlement's lanterns glowed. The distant sound of elves on the platforms that hadn't stopped for us even though we'd been loud enough to give them an education.

I put one arm behind my head. Stared at the ceiling. My body was heavy and warm and spent.

"Thirty seconds," Llusse said.

"What?"

"She lasted thirty seconds longer than me. In round one." Her ears rose to half-mast. "That's unacceptable."

Filia turned her head. "You're thinking about this now?"

"I'm thinking about it ALWAYS."

"You just came hard enough to crack the bed frame and you're thinking about competitive timing."

"The bed frame was already cracked."

"It was not."

"It was DEFINITELY cracked before we-"

"Llusse."

"What."

Filia squeezed her hand. Llusse's ears went pink.

"Next time," Filia said. "You can go first."

Llusse's mouth opened. Closed. She turned her head just enough to look at Filia and her green eyes were bright and her ears were cycling and the flush was creeping back.

"Next time," she repeated.

"If you want."

A beat. Llusse's fingers tightened on Filia's.

"I want," she said. Small. Then, louder: "But it still means nothing."

"Of course," Filia said.

The Blessing hummed in my chest. Warm. Both of their contributions settling in, the absorbed attributes compounding. Filia's swordsmanship sharpened. Llusse's agility refined.

I closed my eyes.

Llusse's ear twitched against my shoulder.

"Don't fall asleep," she said.

"I'm resting."

"You're smiling."

"I'm allowed to smile."

"You're smiling because you're PLEASED WITH YOURSELF."

"Llusse."

"What."

"Go to sleep."

Her ear twitched again. A pause.

"Fine," she said. "But this still means-"

"Nothing," Filia and I said together.

Llusse's hand tightened on Filia's. Her body pressed closer to my side. She was asleep in four minutes.

Filia lasted five.

I lay there with two women breathing against me and their hands joined across my chest and the lanterns dimming as the fungi cycled down for the night.

Standard arrangement.

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