The Acolyte of Spirits and Curses

After dinner, Klein walked into the living room and saw Arwen sitting on one of the couches with the remote in hand, casually scrolling through a list of movies on the large screen.

Across from her, Cynthia was already sprawled on the other couch with one arm behind her head, and she was still naked.

Klein approached the couch Cynthia was sitting on and gently touched her bare thigh.

She glanced up, then shifted just enough to make space.

The moment he sat down, she climbed straight onto his lap, settling herself against him.

Her bare thighs straddled his, and before he could say anything, she pressed her breasts firmly against his face, squishing the warm, full flesh against his cheeks and mouth.

"Open your lips," she murmured in a playful voice.

Klein parted his lips.

Cynthia adjusted slightly, guiding one nipple past his lips and into his mouth.

The soft nipple rested on his tongue as she cupped the back of his head with both hands and pulled him closer, hugging his face firmly into her chest.

"That’s better," she whispered, her fingers threading into his hair as she kept his head pressed against her.

Klein’s hands settled on her bare waist as he closed his lips around the nipple and gave a slow suck.

Cynthia let out a quiet, pleased hum and gently rocked her hips against his lap as she held him there

Arwen looked over from the other couch, "What movie do you want to watch, Klein?"

Klein made a low sound against Cynthia’s breast but she showed no intention of releasing him.

She kept both hands on the back of his head, holding him in place while her hips gave another small, lazy roll against his lap.

"He’s busy," Cynthia answered for him. "Pick whatever. Or we can skip the movie."

Arwen watched them for another second, then leaned back against her couch with a quiet sigh and continued scrolling through the movies.

He slowly pulled back, letting Cynthia’s nipple slip from his mouth with a soft, wet sound.

Seeing that he is free of her hold, Arwen spoke from the other couch.

"Any movie you want to watch, Klein?"

Klein’s gaze lowered for a moment before replying "Before that... I want to talk about something... or rather, someone."

Upon hearing this, Arwen’s gaze narrowed slightly "Is it a woman?"

He slowly nodded "Mhm."

Cynthia immediately turned her head toward Arwen.

"See?" she said, as if her point had just been proven. "I told you earlier. Klein is sexually frustrated."

Klein blinked, caught completely off guard "...What?"

Cynthia ignored his reaction and kept going, gesturing between the three of them with one hand while the other rested on his shoulder.

"Because he didn’t get enough sex with us over the weekend, he’s already looking at other women. It’s obvious."

"We left him at the Academy for too long, and now look... he comes home and the first serious thing he wants to talk about is some other woman."

Arwen stared at her for a second, "That’s not how that works."

"It is how that works," Cynthia shot back.

"He’s twenty-one, has a Mythic-rank class, and spends most of his time around other women at the Academy. If we don’t keep him properly satisfied, of course his attention is going to wander."

Cynthia pointed at herself, then at Arwen.

"Quality and consistency. We need a proper schedule. Weekends only isn’t enough anymore."

"If we move closer to the Academy like we talked about, we can fix this before he actually starts collecting more women."

-_- Huh? Klein sat there in silence, "...That’s not what I was talking about."

Cynthia patted his cheek lightly, as if reassuring a child.

"It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. We understand. We’ll take responsibility and make sure you’re properly taken care of from now on."

Arwen stared at her for a second, "You damn cunt, you’re just horny and want to fuck him 24/7."

Cynthia turned her head toward Arwen with an offended look "That’s not true."

"It is exactly true," Arwen shot back, leaning forward on the couch.

"Every time he comes home you climb on him within five minutes. And now you’re inventing some ’sexual frustration’ theory so you have an excuse to demand more sex. This has nothing to do with him looking at other women."

Cynthia pointed at herself with both hands.

"I’m being considerate. He’s a young man with a high-ranked class. His body needs regular release. If we don’t handle it, someone else will."

Arwen’s eye twitched "You’re not being considerate. You’re being greedy. There’s a difference between making sure he’s satisfied and trying to keep his dick permanently attached to your pussy."

Cynthia opened her mouth, closed it, then glanced down at Klein as if looking for support.

Klein remained silent, and his expression was still caught somewhere between exhaustion and secondhand embarrassment.

Arwen wasn’t finished.

"And stop acting like this is some noble sacrifice. You just want an excuse to jump on his dick every day instead of only on weekends. At least be honest about it."

Cynthia huffed and crossed her arms under her bare breasts, which only made them push up more against Klein’s chest.

"...So what if I do? He’s our boyfriend. It’s normal."

Arwen was not ready to let it go "Normal is wanting him and having sex when we’re all home. What you’re doing is treating every free hour like it’s mandatory dick time."

"You climbed on him the second he sat down and you shoved your tit in his mouth before he could even finish a sentence."

Cynthia pointed at Arwen with one finger, "You’re just mad because you didn’t get to him first tonight. Don’t act like you weren’t planning to jump him after the movie."

Arwen shot her a look "Shut up, I am not like you. Every time he says something, you redirect it straight to sex. It’s like you have a one-track mind permanently locked on his cock."

Cynthia’s eyes narrowed "And you have a one-track mind locked on being the responsible one. ’Oh no, don’t distract him, he has a Tower tomorrow.’ ’Oh no, don’t sit on the table naked.’ "

"You’re not his mother, Arwen. You’re his girlfriend. Act like it."

Arwen’s lips twitched "Acting like his girlfriend doesn’t mean trying to milk him dry every single time he’s in the house. There’s a difference between affection and treating him like a free-use toy."

Cynthia gasped, one hand flying to her chest "Mind your words, Arwen. I do not treat him like a free-use toy. I love him so much."

"You literally just told him to open his mouth so you could feed him your nipple while he was trying to have a conversation."

"That was aftercare!"

"That was you being horny!"

Klein closed his eyes for a brief second, with both women arguing over his head as if he isn’t even there.

The earlier serious topic he had tried to raise remained completely buried under their escalating back-and-forth.

Arwen jabbed a finger in Cynthia’s direction again "And another thing, stop pretending this is about protecting him from other women."

"You’re just worried there might be hours in the day when his dick isn’t inside you."

Cynthia leaned forward, pressing her breasts harder against Klein’s chest as she fired back.

"At least I show him affection! You walk around acting like the only way to love him is by cooking and taking care of the chores!"

"Someone has to make sure he is well because his girlfriends kept him up all night fucking!"

She then looked past Cynthia and fixed her gaze on Klein again.

"Ignore her. Who is the woman you actually wanted to talk about?"

With a deep breath, Klein began to talk about how he ’accidentally’ ate an aphrodisiac, and then he went to spirit realm and had to have sex with Orpheus to relieve himself of the aphrodisiac

As he finished saying, a slow smile spread across Cynthia’s face.

She tipped her head back and let out a bright, unrestrained laugh.

"Well, well, well... what did I say? It’s all because of his dick."

She turned toward Arwen and lightly patted Klein’s chest as if the entire situation had just proven her earlier point.

"See? I told you. Sexually frustrated, aphrodisiac, Spirit Realm, ancient spirit woman... whatever the details are, it still comes back to the same thing. His dick needed attention and found it."

This time, even Arwen didn’t argue.

With a soft breath, she asked, "You’re telling me that you got dosed with an aphrodisiac, ran off to the Spirit Realm, and ended up sleeping with the Mother of Spirits herself."

Klein gave a small, tired nod.

Arwen covered her face with one hand for a moment.

Cynthia grinned wider and leaned in, resting her chin on Klein’s shoulder while still looking at Arwen.

"So? Are you still going to say I’m the only one being greedy?"

Arwen walked toward him and gently caressed his cheek "Then I guess we have no other choice."

Hm? Klein was quite confused "What do you mean?"

Cynthia’s eyes crescented as she licked her lower lip "Hoh, tonight’s going to be very pleasant."

Her arms tightened around his neck as she leaned in closer, "See, Arwen finally understands. Your body needs proper attention."

Arwen’s hand slid from his cheek down to his shoulder, then lower.

Klein opened his mouth, still half-convinced they were overreacting, but Cynthia silenced any protest by pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his lips.

At the same time Arwen leaned down and kissed the other side of his neck.

Klein tried to speak "I think there is a little misunderstanding here... we should-"

"There are no misunderstandings. Get the pills."

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