She gasped, arching her back while Theo fucked her with the urgency of being right on the cusp of his own climax. I put my hand against her shoulder and pushed her down against Theo. Then I ran my tongue along the crack of her ass, tasting the mix of her sweat and our lubricants.
"Riley? What are you do-oooh god!" I taught one of my loves about an erogenous zone she didn't know she had, by sliding my tongue into it. Her anal muscles clenched down as I pushed past the ring and licked inside her. Surprisingly, the taste kind of turned me on.
"I'm almost there!" Theo shouted. Missy slammed hard against him as he made good on that promise. I could feel his cock pulse through Missy's inner wall, flooding her pussy with his cum. Well, in truth it was only a tablespoon or two, but it was fun to pretend.
"Me too!" Missy wrapped around Theo as she experienced a truly monumental climax. I withdrew my tongue from her and started kissing my way up her body. Not quite as simultaneous as I'd aimed for, but they'd never know the difference.
She lay there on Theo's chest, panting like she'd just set a record time on a marathon. She had that special smile of a woman who had everything she wanted in this world. I smiled down at them.
Theo met my eyes and mouthed 'thank you'. He reached around my back and pulled me up agains his side, while I rested my arm on Missy. He kissed me, soft, loving, and without a care about what I'd just done. He loved me as much as he loved her. They both loved me as much as I loved them.
This is where I belong.
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A/N— Riley's Yandere mode: not-platonic edition. Analingus... planetary conflagration... as long as it makes those she loves are happy, she'll do anything.
And that's Part Two of Three for this particular threesome. Next, Riley's turn, from Missy's perspective. Unless I decide to do a visit to Taylor getting violated by tentacles vines thanks to Amy. Really depends on my mood.
Woulda gotten it to you sooner, but I was busy writing smut for Price (and getting paid for it, you deadbeats). Oh, right, and on that subject...
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Amelia Bonus: The God-Empresses of Poon
Tags include Amy/Taylor, Taylor has issues, Amy has issues, lesbian, dom, dubious consent, terrible acting, tentacles (they call them "vines", but they're not fooling anyone), anal, oral, inflation, a bit of pregnancy fetish, romance, and a twist ending.
I tried to get a partridge in a pear tree, but its lawyer served me a restraining order.
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I struggled against the mass holding me, but I might as well be trying to push a mountain. There was no way for me to know how long I'd been up here before I woke up, but I didn't feel the kind of soreness that would come from not moving for extended periods of time, so it couldn't have been too long.
My mouth and eyes were covered my something which felt like rubber, making it impossible to see, hear or speak. I reached out with my senses, seeking my insects, but I was blind to the outside world. As far as my power was concerned, only this room existed, and there wasn't a bug to be found here. Lacking other options, I sniffed the air; there was a vague hint of lilacs, but nothing of value. On the other hand, there were far worse smells I could have woken up to, such as that of burning.
"Oh, good, you're awake," a woman's voice came from behind me. She sounded far too pleased with herself.
The material covering my face slid back, letting me see the room, as well as speak. "Where am I? Who are you?" Unable to turn my head, I could only draw so many conclusions. The part I could see suggested the room was perhaps the size of a small living room, but it was also alive. The walls were made of bark, with bioluminescent fruit providing the only source of light.
I dangled from a particularly large bulb in the middle of the room, held aloft by dozens of vines. Without my bugs, I was unsure of the exact number. "How did you shut off my power?"
"You like my little garden? I made it just for you." Made? The woman walked into my peripheral vision. Her hair a medium brown that matched her eyes; a mousy face lined with freckles, shorter than me by quite a bit. If that wasn't enough, the white robe with a red cross symbol made it clear that I was dealing with Panacea. "Oh, and I won't tell you how I beat your power. Villains like you are the ones who gloat. I'm a hero."
Her eyes ran up and down my costume, making me painfully aware of how little a silk body stocking left to the imagination. I swallowed, the first thing I needed to do was get free, but first I needed to figure out how. I started with the most desperate weapon in my arsenal: diplomacy. "I guess this is about the bank. Listen, I know you have no reason to believe me, but I'm sorry."
"You're right, I have no reason at all to believe you." Panacea didn't bother looking me in the eyes when she spoke. "But let's pretend I did. Would it make a difference? You're still going to jail."
Fuck. "I... I could do something? Make it worth your while to let me go?"
Her laughter was cruel. "And what could you possibly offer me? I don't want your money, if that's what you think. All I have to do is ask and I can get pretty much anything my heart desires. What do you have that I desire?"
I swallowed, closing my eyes. If she wants to humiliate me, she's doing a fine job of it. "I... I can give you my body."
"No thanks, I work better with plants than meat."
I shivered, considering the magnitude of what she could do, the sheer power she had to make or unmake me however she pleased. Permission was the only thing I could give that she couldn't simply take. And even that was debatable. I shivered in what wasn't entirely fear. "That's not what I meant."
"Then what, exactly, do you mean?" She licked her lips, openly eying my legs. She knew my answer, she just wanted to force me to say it.
"Sex." I used what little freedom of movement I had to spread my legs as much as possible. It wasn't much, but it would get the message across. "I... I'll do whatever you want. Play with you... l-lick you? Just... just name it..."
A smile found its way onto her lips. "I want you to beg. Convince me you're so desperate for me to fuck you."
She wants me... what? How do I? I clenched my jaw, fighting to ignore the humiliation. "P-please. I need you. I... just let me down so I can show you how wet I am for you." I could almost hear Acting Itself facepalmed at my shoddy performance.
"Oh? I don't need to set you down for that." Before I could ask her what she meant, several of the vines holding me started squirming across my body. They explored until they found gaps in the fabric which allowed them to slide between my skin and my clothes. What shocked me was how warm and soft they were. They brushed across my breasts, down my legs, between my thighs and up my back. Others worked their way up from my ankles and wrists.
Then they pulled, stretching my costume in every direction. I heard the fabric give. One thread here and there at first, the zipper popped, then everything started to rip like flimsy tissue paper rather than silk that I had to use wire cutters to get through. She had at least three times as many vines holding me here as she just used to rend the costume.
The vines shifted around me, leaning me back and forcing my legs open. My arms remained spread out, away from my body. Panacea just smiled, her eyes locked on my now very exposed body. "Vicky's right, that is the hottest thing ever."
"It... it is something..." She can rip me in half with a casual thought, and for some sick, twisted reason that Freud would have a field day with, it turns me on. "Please, let me down. I won't f— Oh! Mmmm..."
Panacea interrupted me by slipping a finger along my clit and into the folds. "Remember, this was your idea. I'm just deciding if I like the deal." She slid back and forth, brushing the tip of her finger along my tunnel, but not entering me. I struggled where I could, trying to get that elusive finger inside me. "Oh, you are wet. I thought you were just saying that to get down."
For several mind numbing minutes, that was all she did, rubbing my labia in a steady rhythm, too much to ignore but never enough to scratch the itch she was building inside me. "Maybe you are serious about wanting me to fuck you?"Her smile was softer, now that she was secure in her victory over me.
The truth was that I was enjoying myself. I'd heard of the phrase 'magic fingers', but this was unlike anything I ever imagined. Her delicate touches combined with the power she could unleash with them had be on an edge I'd never imagined existed before. "You don't have to let me down. Just. Please fuck me. M— Mistress?"
"Good answer." A second finger joined in rubbing between my lips, still refusing to slide inside me and offer the release I was starting to crave. "I must say, Skitter, I'm surprised to learn you shave. Got someone special?"
"Mmm..." I moaned. She was far too good at what she was doing, perhaps using her power to cheat. That or being tied up and helpless presses my buttons harder than I realized. "N-no, I just... please go deeper."
Panacea withdrew her fingers from my sex. She sucked them into her mouth. "Not bad. So you were saying?"
"You're a horrible tease," I whined. "Fine. It's just, my costume's so tight that I have to shave or you can see it. Please put your fingers back."
She ran both her hands up my calves. "Well, I can see why you'd want to wear a tight costume." She batted a dangling bit of destroyed silk. "You have a fantastic body." Somehow, the compliment made me feel more vulnerable than being tied up naked by vines that could rip me into pieces with my pussy on display. One of her hands slid up to squeeze my ass. "You must work hard to keep a figure like this."
I pushed my hips toward her, trying to get her to give me attention where I needed it. I took a breath, if I begged for that, she'd just tease me more. "Can... can I look at you? Naked. Please, mistress?"
She stood there stunned for a moment, before that wry smile returned. "You don't want me to finish you off?"
Yes, but that's a trap. "I can wait. I want to look at you first. Maybe taste you?"
Panacea stepped back, her hands moving up to her shoulders. "I suppose, since you asked so nicely." She let her robe slip off her shoulders onto the roots which made up the floor of this crazy building. To my surprise, she was naked under the costume. Her breasts were easily C, perhaps D cups, and despite being so much larger than mine, they were almost as perky. The nipples were larger as well, and jutted out from dark areola on her otherwise pale skin. I couldn't help but feel jealous that I'd never have curves like those.
"You're beautiful," I said before I'd realized I even thought it. As pale as she was, her blush extended all the way down her neck and to the top of her breasts. I considered that one victory in this night of defeats. Not that I would mind if all my defeats turned out like this.
She was content to let me watch her, even sliding a hand up to play with one of her breasts and moving her legs apart to give me a peek of her own sex. Her lips were visibly swollen even from this distance. "Do you still want to taste me?"
I nodded. Finally I can get down from— Panacea slid her fingers down between her legs, slipping them inside her like I begged her to do to me. She slipped them out, then stepped back up to me. I could feel her hard nipples pressed against my legs, and her breath on my naval. I pushed my hips forward, hoping she'd show some mercy and perhaps use her tongue to give me some relief.
Instead, she held her hand up near my mouth. I could smell the musk which proved she was every bit as aroused as I was. Knowing what was expected of me, I turned my head to her fingers and stuck out my tongue, rubbing the tip across her wet fingers.
The taste was different than mine (yes, I got curious once or twice, who hasn't?), with less of a tang and more of a sweet, almost fruitt quality to it. It wasn't bad at all. I leaned in, to try and suck more of her in my mouth, but she withdrew her hand.
"Do you really like looking at me?"
"I... yes..." I'd like to do a lot more than look, but nothing short of Panacea's mercy would free me now.
The floor shifted beneath her, forming what could only be described as a botanical lounge chair. She relaxed back, her legs spread much as mine were. Her pussy, now that I could see it clearly, had thicker lips than mine, puffed out where mine remained closed despite my arousal. Another, more pressing difference were the delicate fingers taking a leisurely stroll over her clit while I went untouched.
"How bad do you want it?"
"Bad. Just tell me what you want me to say or do, I've never been this turned on in my life." All true, though my experience was admittedly limited.
She smirked at me. "I bet. You're dripping all over the floor, Skitter."
I bet I blushed all the way down to my knees. "Sorry. If you let me down, I can clean it up... with my tongue?" I can't believe I just offered to—
"No, that's okay," Panacea pulled her fingers away to taste herself. "It likes the taste. Maybe I'll give both of you a treat."
Some of the vines around me shifted, sliding over my breasts and between my legs. "You can't be serOHGODOHGOD!!!" One of the vines pushed its way inside my pussy, stretching me out in ways I'd never imagined. That wasn't hyperbole; I could literally feel it changing shape inside my pussy in ways no natural life form could. It rubbed, pulsed, vibrated and shifted inside, never finding a single pattern long enough for me to anticipate what would come next.
"Don't worry, I won't forget about your other erogenous zones."
Some of the other vines slid over my body, rubbing against my breasts with skin that was oddly both hard and soft at the same time. Firm, perhaps was the right word, but the ridges they had felt amazing as they grazed over my nipples. Vines already around my hips began to squeeze, pulling me down as the vine pushed up inside me, and two more brushed back and forth along my spine.
My first climax of the evening (if indeed it was still evening) caught me off guard. Every muscle in my body clenched as the thing inside me pulsed in a way that I swear was calculated to keep me cumming until I died of a heart attack. I fell limp, held only by the vines. Dimly, I was aware of Panacea playing with herself using only her fingers.
I forced myself to speak between gasping breaths. "Would you like me to help you with that?" The part of my brain responsible for good dialogue may have had a stroke and died during that orgasm.
