Stefan’s POV
I stayed inside the afterglow only long enough to catch my breath.
Jonquil was still straddling me, my cock softening but still buried in the wet heat of her. Kara stood close, her chest rising and falling too fast, nipples tight, her eyes dark with something that looked a lot like hunger she didn’t know how to name yet.
I reached up and brushed a thumb across Jonquil’s lower lip.
"Show her what can come next," I said, my voice coming out low and rough. "Show your clan sister."
Jonquil’s golden eyes flicked to mine, then to Kara. She didn’t ask questions. She simply lifted herself off my cock with a wet sound that made Kara’s throat bob, then slid down between my knees until she was kneeling on the gold floor. Her hands settled on my thighs with quiet certainty. She looked up at Kara once, the same way she looked at a new recruit before a drill, and then she took my cock into her mouth.
No hesitation. No teasing. Just the warm, wet slide of her tongue along the underside and the slow sink of her lips until her nose pressed against my stomach. She hummed once, the vibration rolling straight through my spine, and started working me with the same steady, obedient rhythm she used for everything else.
Kara watched like she was memorizing a battlefield.
I crooked a finger at her.
"Come here. Kneel next to her."
Kara’s jaw tightened, pride warring with curiosity, but she dropped to her knees beside Jonquil. The two of them side by side between my legs was almost too much. Soft curves and hard muscle, both of them naked, both of them staring at the thick, glistening length of me.
"Show your clan sister how to do it." I urged Jonquil.
Jonquil pulled off with a wet pop and turned her head toward Kara. She didn’t speak. She simply took Kara’s wrist, guided her hand to the base of my cock, and then leaned in again, this time slower, showing her the angle, the way her lips stretched, the way her tongue pressed flat against the underside on every upward stroke.
Kara’s breath left her in a shaky rush.
"Like that," I murmured, reaching down to stroke Jonquil’s hair. "Watch how she uses her tongue. Feel how she takes it deep. Then you try... You do it too." I explained further so she’d understand.
Jonquil released me and sat back on her heels, waiting. Kara leaned in. Her first attempt was slow, unsure. She began with her lips brushing the head, tongue darting out for a cautious taste. The moment she got the flavor of me mixed with Jonquil’s wetness, something in her expression cracked. She opened wider and took more, clumsy at first, teeth almost scraping, until Jonquil’s hand settled on the back of her head and guided the rhythm.
I groaned.
Kara’s mouth was softer, wetter, less practiced, but the eagerness made up for it. She sucked harder than she needed to, like she was trying to prove something, and every time she pulled back for air her lips were shiny and swollen.
"Good girl," I said, and watched the words land. Kara’s eyes flicked up to mine, dark and defiant and already a little glassy. "Deeper. Let her show you."
Jonquil leaned in again. The two of them shared me: Jonquil taking me to the root while Kara licked and sucked at whatever she could reach, tongues brushing, spit running down my shaft. The sight alone had me hard enough to hurt. I threaded my fingers through both of their hair and let them work, hips rolling in slow, shallow thrusts, feeding them inch by inch.
Kara made a small, frustrated sound around me when Jonquil took over again. Competitive. Hungry. Perfect.
I pulled free with a wet sound and looked down at them.
"Change."
Jonquil understood before I finished the word.
She dropped to her hands and knees on the thick furs without needing further instruction, back arched, heavy breasts hanging, that perfect warrior ass presented. I looked at Kara and crooked a finger.
"Sit on her."
Kara’s brows pulled together, but she moved. I guided her until she was straddling Jonquil’s back, but facing me. Her soft thighs bracketing the other woman’s waist, her bare cunt pressed against the warm, muscled plane of Jonquil’s spine. Kara’s hands hovered for a second, unsure where to put them, until I reached up, grabbed both of her wrists, and planted them on Jonquil’s shoulders for balance.
I knelt behind Jonquil, lined myself up, and pushed into her in one slow, deep stroke.
Jonquil’s head dropped forward with a low, controlled growl. Her cunt took me like it had been waiting for it - tight, wet, perfect. I gripped her hips and started fucking her in steady, powerful thrusts, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Then I leaned forward, still buried inside Jonquil, and took one of Kara’s breasts into my mouth.
Kara jolted so hard she almost slipped off.
"Ah!"
The sound that ripped out of her was loud, startled, and completely unfiltered. I sucked hard on the tight nipple, my tongue circling, teeth grazing, while my free hand slid between her open thighs. I found her clit immediately - already swollen, already slick and started rubbing tight, ruthless circles over it.
Kara’s whole body shook.
"What - ah- oh my moon!"
She couldn’t form a full sentence. Every deep thrust I drove into Jonquil made the other woman’s back rock beneath Kara, grinding Kara’s cunt against muscle and skin, while my mouth and fingers worked her without mercy. I switched to her other breast, sucking marks into the soft flesh, and rubbed her clit faster.
Kara’s moans turned shameless.
They spilled out of her open-mouthed and raw, bouncing off the gold walls: high, broken, getting louder with every second. She wasn’t trying to hold them back. She couldn’t. Her fingers dug hard into Jonquil’s shoulders as her hips started moving on their own, grinding down against my hand and Jonquil’s back like she was chasing something she still didn’t have a name for.
I fucked Jonquil harder, angling up so every stroke dragged over the spot that made her growl deeper, and kept my fingers flying over Kara’s clit. The contrast was filthy - Jonquil’s controlled, animal sounds beneath us, and Kara’s completely unrestrained cries above.
"Something’s - ah- !"
Kara’s thighs clamped tight around Jonquil’s waist. Her back arched. A raw, helpless scream tore out of her throat as she came, hard and shaking, her cunt pulsing against my fingers, wetness flooding over my hand and down onto Jonquil’s back. She kept moaning through it, loud and broken, body jerking with every wave while I sucked her nipple and rubbed her through the entire orgasm.
Only when she started twitching and trying to twist away did I ease up on her clit.
I didn’t stop thrusting into Jonquil though. I kept fucking her in deep, steady strokes, one hand locked on her hip, the other still cupping Kara’s trembling thigh, until Jonquil’s arms shook and she came with a low, guttural growl that vibrated through both of us.
I followed a few thrusts later, burying myself to the hilt and spilling deep inside her with a rough groan.
For a long moment the only sounds in the room were ragged breathing and the soft drip of wetness onto the furs.
Kara was still sitting on Jonquil’s back, chest heaving, breasts wet from my mouth, thighs trembling, eyes wide and dazed. Jonquil stayed on her hands and knees beneath her, head hanging, taking slow, controlled breaths, my cum already starting to leak down her thigh.
I pulled out slowly, sat back on my heels, and looked up at Kara.
She was staring at me like the entire world had just shifted under her.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and gave her a slow, satisfied smile.
"Still with me?"
Kara’s voice came out wrecked and hoarse.
"...What in the name of the moon was that?"
"This is called sex. That’s the erm... Biological term for it." I said, calm and clear, glancing to check if Jonquil was taking the explanation in. She was.
Kara blinked, still trying to catch her breath.
I continued, voice low, teaching her the same way I had taught Jonquil from the beginning.
"Everything we just did -my mouth on you, your mouth on me, Jonquil riding me, the way your body shook and got wet and then lost control -that is sex. It is the thing your people never learned. I’m teaching it to you. One piece at a time."
Kara stared at me. For once the blunt skepticism was gone, replaced by something rawer.
"Sex," she repeated, testing the word like it might cut her.
"Yes. And that-" I glanced down at the wet mess between her thighs and - was you coming. Hard. It’s supposed to feel that good."
The System chimed softly, screens blooming across my vision while Kara sat there trying to process.
(**KARA’S STAT UPDATED**]
Desire: 30%
Loyalty: 20%
Affection: 20%
Trust: 20%
**Recruitment Progress: 30%**
I closed the screens with satisfaction, knowing that Kara’s recruitment wasn’t going to be as hard as Jonquil’s with those stat. I brushed a damp strand of hair away from Kara’s face.
"Still want to keep learning?"
Kara’s throat worked. She looked at Jonquil, then back at me, and for the first time since she’d walked into the room there was no armor left in her expression - only heat, curiosity, and the faint tremor that still hadn’t left her legs.
"...Yes."
I smiled, slow and satisfied.
"Well, I’d love to continue but I need to get some things done."
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