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Three days later, Shura stood in the doorway, watching across the room as Yuki embraced Merielle at the foot of their bed. It was strange… it wasn’t like she didn’t know that Yuki had the other woman as a slave – The selkie had, of course, been in her life longer than Shura had, and she had met the redhaired beauty at precisely the same time she had met Yuki. Her existence, and the somewhat shockingly easy intimacy she saw, still came as something of a painful surprise to her with the tiny knot of jealousy it inspired… or maybe that was just because her own interactions with her Mistress felt so testy and raw all the time.
Shura didn’t exactly know how she should feel about Merielle’s return. Yuki had invited her down for these weeks for lessons because Merielle had been heading to Hanei to spend time with her sister, and Yuki still wasn’t welcome there. It had created a perfect opportunity for them to work on Shura’s lessons, but with her being away it had also been easy to pretend that there was no other woman in Yuki’s life. She somewhat knew how to act around her Mistress, how to live next to her, how to make her happy… and how to piss her off. The reactions she got from the nogitsune were predictable. With Merielle, however, things were different. She was very similar to Shura in some ways, but mostly the similarities highlighted how different they were in others… the foreign-born selkie liked teasing her Mistress at least as much as Shura did but it felt more gentle, more teasing, less antagonistic. She was also, once her brattiness had borne fruit, a very different kind of submissive… happy to please and subservient. Shura was more stubborn and less obedient by far, and while Shura wasn’t jealous of their relationship she did have some niggling doubt that Yuki might prefer the kind of obedience she wasn’t capable of giving. Without Merielle around, Yuki might tolerate the amount of trouble she made… but how did that dynamic work if she could just focus on another woman and save herself some trouble?
Shura knew how things had gone when Merielle was last around, up in Hanei, but during the course of this visit it felt like there was something new between her and Yuki. Maybe it was because they were spending much more time together, or because there were only the two of them – or because Yuki was the only bitch on the planet more stubborn than she was, and the teasing asshole of a Mistress still hadn’t let her cum – but whatever it was Shura had to admit she liked it. She cherished that antagonistic master/student relationship they had built up during the time Merielle was gone and she was afraid of what would happen to it once there were three of them again. She wasn’t afraid, of course… maybe just a little insecure about her future. That was it.
Ultimately, though, it didn’t really matter. The change was happening whether she wanted it or not.
It certainly wasn’t happening the way she would have wanted. If Shura had a chance to choose, she would have had Merielle come back when they were about to sit down and eat… give her a chance to have a proper chat about how this household is going to be run now. That hadn’t happened. Instead, Shura had stepped out of the house for an hour to shop for a few things she needed, and when she returned Merielle was already there, back in Yuki’s bed… all without a single warning.
When she walked into the apartment she saw bags dropped on the floor, a pair of shoes thrown next to it and a dress, that was clearly torn off, lying on the floor. Some part of her wanted to pick it up and tidy up. Look at it. It was some morbid curiosity that was leading her that way, but she stopped herself. And then the sounds started.
Of course, she knew that once Yuki got her girlfriend back they would want to have some alone time, but Shura still couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that it was the new norm. That she wouldn’t be the only one pleasing Yuki now. Maybe it was her own sense of possessive jealousy coming into the play, no matter how silly it was. She knew that Yuki wasn’t hers to keep, it was the other way around. No matter how hard it was to ignore her emotions, her insecurities kept rearing their head. Over the last weeks she had slowly been improving in her education, convincing herself that Yuki wasn’t going to be disappointed if she was succeeding, but suddenly being ignored was making that sense of dread flare up again. She just… wasn’t sure she knew yet how to deal with this arrangement.
Shura tried her best… she was going to make this work. She went to cook herself dinner and eat, while still hearing all the sounds of pleasure coming from her Mistress’ bed. She wondered if Yuki acted with Merielle the same way she did with her or was there something special about their connection. Maybe she was easier, maybe Merielle did the things that Shura couldn’t. Shura shook her head. It was useless. She was just making herself anxious over nothing. Still, though, she wondered.
A few hours went by until, finally, there was silence. Shura didn’t know if they were just getting ready for another round or if there was something else happening, but soon she heard the door open. Only one set of footsteps sounded, though, and she felt relieved. She couldn’t stand the thought of seeing both of them together after they just had loud sex.
She looked up at the muscular nogitsune as Yuki walked out of the room, barely dressed and utterly unconcerned by how exposed she might be. Shura didn’t want to look at her, but it was hard to stop herself. Yuki smiled at her happily and came closer, fully displaying that post-orgasm glow on her skin. Yuki was draped in a silk robe that was loosely tied to her waist but both of her breasts and most of her legs were fully visible… Shura could still see almost all of her, her chest covered in red marks from kisses. Her own lips were red too from touches and kisses and Shura could clearly see some wetness around her mouth.
“Having dinner without me?” Yuki asked, looking at the empty plate on the table. She didn’t look angry or disappointed, Shura didn’t think… but the nogitsune was more than a little unpredictable to her. As she walked closer to Shura, the kitsune could smell the strong scent of sex from her Mistress. She used to be the reason for it, but now things were different. Shura wondered if her pussy was still wet and bright pink from the pleasure that Merielle gave her. It thrilled her just a little, but she didn’t want to get too distracted.
“It didn’t seem like you were getting to the finish any time soon,” Shura said, trying to sound calm.
Yuki sat next to her, putting a hand over Shura’s shoulders. She looked up, feeling uncomfortable, as Yuki leaned closer to her. “Fair…” she whispered, blue eyes glittering. “You seem so tame tonight,” Yuki said softly, brushing some hair away from Shura’s face. Her thumb ran over Shura’s lower lips, making her shiver. “So you don’t always have to be a rebellious bitch. Obedience is a good look on you, too…” She leaned even closer and for a moment Shura thought about moving away, but that would’ve been a clear sign to Yuki that she was upset about what was happening, and she couldn’t allow that… she might make a big deal about it. So instead she stayed still, and in the next moment Yuki kissed her, her tongue running over Shura’s lips before dipping in.
Immediately, she could taste the sweetness of her Mistress’ tongue, the sensation overwhelming. It was Merielle, she knew… Merielle on Yuki’s tongue, and for a brief moment, her emotions became too much. All the insecurity she felt, all the questions she had running in her head made Shura want to scream. She didn’t want to continue until they figured out how it was going to work.
Shura pushed Yuki away, seeing a flash of confusion on the nogitsune’s face, a flash of anger, hurt, and questioning that flashed by in rapid sequence. She leaned forward, as if about to touch Shura’s face, but stopped short. “No!” Shura growled through her teeth. “I don’t want to do this now. Not like this!”
“What?” Yuki looked lost. “What’s the matter with you?” She hesitated a second, her face turning… incredulous. “Is this about Merielle?”
“Yes!” Shura shouter. Almost immediately, though, she back-stepped. “No! It’s about you. And me. And her. And… and…” She jumped to her feet, walking briskly around the kitchen. “I don’t want to get confused about how it’s going to work. Are we putting up a schedule? Are we just sharing?”
Yuki tilted her head a little. “I don’t understand then… this wasn’t a problem for you before now, was it? And it’s not like you didn’t know she was coming back…”
“I… don’t know,” Shura said. “Yes? Maybe?”
She was pacing in front of Yuki until the nogitsune suddenly stopped her, reaching out and grabbing her hand. “You need to rest, okay?” She looked Shura in the eyes. “You’re not acting like yourself.”
“Or maybe I am!” Shura protested, “and you just don’t like how that is!”
Yuki opened her mouth to say something, but Shura wasn’t listening. She turned around and stormed into her room, not wanting to hear any more commands. If Yuki wanted her to rest, she would rest. Her heart was pumping and her thoughts were heavy. She didn’t know how to feel about the changes that happened today and she didn’t want to be the one to find a way to make it work, so instead she grabbed her pillow and just piled on on top of her head, burying her ears so she wouldn’t hear anything else for the rest of the day.
It was hard for Shura to fall asleep that night. She felt tense and upset, so many thoughts running in her head that she couldn’t stop them. How would tomorrow be? Will Yuki be upset with her? How was Merielle going to act? With all those scenarios still going on in her mind, how could she hope to sleep… and that fact that she was still almost unbearably, insanely horny Shura didn’t so much fall asleep as she tumbled down into it when it ambushed her and clubbed her down into unconsciousness, worrying all the while about what tomorrow would bring.
The next morning Shura didn’t feel any better. Her mind was foggy and she didn’t have any desire to come out of her room and see anyone at all. She was supposed to be down here for another week, and, grimly, she began to wonder if she’d last that long. Still, she knew that there was nothing she could do to avoid it so, putting on a brave face, she walked out and into the kitchen.
Yuki and Merielle, of course, were already there, moving around. The freckled selkie was moving around the kitchen, comfortably prancing around between the burners as she worked. When Shura stepped out, she looked up and smiled wide right at the woman, the bright expression making Shura feel… guilty. “There you are, sleepy head,” Merielle teased, and she spoke Japanese quite well, with only a hint of an accent in her smooth voice. “Sit down! Breakfast will be up soon.”
Hesitantly, Shura approached. Something did smell good… if unfamiliar. “What is it?” she asked, looking at Yuki, who didn’t say anything.
“I’m living up to my reputation as an ignorant foreigner,” she said with a grin. “I’m making pancakes for all of us.” she said, putting a plate on the table. “Eat up!”
Yuki took the top three stacks onto her place, spreading some butter over them. It was hard to remember, sometimes, that Yuki had spent centuries living in America. The nogitsune dominant looked relaxed, however, leaning back in her chair as she began lazily eating her breakfast. “It’s good to see you up already,” Yuki said, pulling a chair so Shura would sit next to her. “Maybe some delicious food can cheer you up…”
Shura didn’t know how to feel about all that, she was just getting used to this new dynamic. Seeing Merielle, acting so welcoming and sweet, made her feel guilty about the way she acted. Maybe she was wrong about how she acted yesterday, but that didn’t mean she was about to apologize. She sat down, pulling over a plate, and a bit hesitantly pulled two of them onto her plate. She imitated how Yuki ate and… they didn’t taste the way she imagined. Much richer, and sweeter, and she had to admit the taste was delicious. Shura took a second bite before she saw Merielle leaning over the counter, watching for her reaction.
Shura felt a moment of tension, and another flash of guilt welled up. She raised one hand, giving Merielle a thumbs up. “They’re really good,” Shura admitted, swallowing and feeling more than a little silly… like she was acting like a moron. Five minutes, and she felt like she was getting used to having Merielle around already. “Thank you, Merielle.”
“Oh, you’re welcome!” she laughed, sitting next to Shura. Now she was close to both women who sat by either side of her and it was making Shura feel another spike of discomfort and tension… or maybe it was just her libido welling up as the incredibly beautiful redhead moved so close that she could smell the faint smell of soap on the selkie’s skin. “I’m glad to see you enjoy it. Maybe a little too much…” Merielle laughed, and Shura saw her hand come up, coming closer… and then the redhead moved her finger over the line of Shura’s lower lip, collecting the butter and syrup, wiping it away. Shura looked, almost not breathing, as the redhead put a finger in her mouth and licked it clean.
“You should be more careful next time,” she said with the same sweet smile.
Shura felt like she was frozen to the spot… but this was a dynamic she understood. She just hadn’t… expected it. The way Merielle acted with her couldn’t be called dominant, she was far too sweet for that, but still, there was something about the way she acted that made it clear she was taking ownership of the kitsune. Shura’s heart beat faster, confused and surprise warring with the constant low-hanging buzz of arousal she’d been stuck in for weeks… And it seemed from the smile on Yuki’s face that she was seeing something she expected.
“I guess you’re going to act nice after all,” Yuki said, pulling Shura by the hand and forcing her to look her in the eyes. “Maybe you should try and show Merielle how much you missed her?”
Shura didn’t know what it meant, but some heaviness in the pit of her stomach was telling her that she was more intrigued than anything else. Now her fit yesterday seemed stupid and childish. Maybe it wouldn’t be this hard to build their new dynamic? “Do you think it’s just going to be that easy to work things out?” her lips protested without seeming to consult her brain, tongue lashing out in her usual rude tirade.
The second she finished speaking she kind of wanted to sink into the floor and vanish… but Yuki just smiled. “I do think so, bitch,” Yuki said, teeth showing. “Merielle is going to be a part of your life, so it’s time you get used to the idea, student mine.” Yuki’s hand laid down on Shura’s shoulder, squeezing it…
…and at the same time, another hand landed on her other shoulder. When she looked back she saw Merielle, her green eyes shining as she smiled at Shura. “I know, it’s hard to accept change… but I’m ready to prove that this change is for the best. Just let me take care of everything for you, and I’ll show you how good I can treat you.” Merielle sounded utterly confident, an odd mix of submissive service and absolute commanding insistence that made Shura feel like it was Yuki’s words coming out of her mouth. There was some softness to her words, and they lacked the hard, somewhat cruel edge that the nogitsune’s had… but they promised the exact same kind of possession and command, the same energy that was overwhelming Shura.
“And what if I don’t want to?” Shura growled, looking back at Yuki.
“And what if I didn’t want to ask you?” Yuki laughed. “You agreed to be my student, Shura… and this is how I say it’s going to be.”
And that, Shura realized, was that… and just like that most of the tension in her head disappeared. She didn’t need to worry about making the wrong choice anymore, because she didn’t have any choices anymore. Yuki, and Merielle, were going to do whatever they thought best with her… they would make all the decisions. Merielle pushed against her, and Shura turned her whole body to meet her, one of the selkie’s knees coming between her legs as the selkie looked directly at her face like she was memorizing it, inventorying her new possession.
She felt another light push in her back as Yuki pushed her forward, and as she leaned forward Merielle met her, pressing her lips against the kitsune’s. Her lips were soft, the kiss seeming much tamer and softer than what she was used to with Yuki… but only at first. Soon Shura felt the redhead tagging on her hair and making her get even closer, the kiss surprisingly firm and forceful… given strength by some obvious, willing hunger in the redhead. Now her knee was pushed against Merielle’s crotch just like redhead’s was against hers, the selkie half crawling into the other woman’s lap.
She opened her lips, letting Merielle use this opportunity for them to become even closer… and she took full advantage. Her tongue slid inside as their bodies pressed closer, food forgotten as Shura’s lust-soaked body seemed to mold itself against the selkie’s thighs and shoulders and arms and breasts, holding on to them as if trying to save balance before falling. It was amazing and Shura’s head was spinning. She wanted more of it, she didn’t want for the kiss to break so she could look in Merielle’s face, panting and embarrassed.
Yuki, however, seemed to have other plans for them.
She chuckled, dark and hungry. “That’s enough,” she said, pulling Shura away by the shoulder. She didn’t realize what happened at first and why Merielle’s mouth wasn’t on her anymore, mouth open and panting. Shura didn’t know how she looked, but she could see how Merielle looked… hungry, happy, and looking like she wanted more and was ready for it, and she couldn’t imagine she looked any less so. “We should get you ready for some real fun…”
“I didn’t know she needs much preparation for that,” Merielle laughed, and two of her fingers swiped casually down Shura’s jeans and between her legs, rubbing over her soaking pussy. “I think she’s already ready to go, Mistress.”
“Of course the little slut is,” Yuki teased, smiling and watching and Merielle leaned forward. Yuki grabbed onto Shura’s hands, pinning them together behind her back even as the redhead put her hands on Shura’s waist and tugged on her top lightly to make it go up. Shura held her breath, while Merielle looked at her bare breasts with a smile. “Still, she needs to be trained before she’s ready to get what she wants. You don’t appreciate a reward that you don’t earn, right?”
“Of course, Mistress,” Merielle agreed eagerly… and in the next moment, Shura’s whole body became filled with desire utterly as the selkie’s mouth closed around her breast. Her dexterous tongue teased the nipple, wrapping it in a passionate embrace until Shura couldn’t think against the tide of that suction and pressure.
“Ah… Yes, Mistress…” Shura’s voice was so weak that it was barely audible but Yuki could hear her anyway, and her softly spoken words made her Mistress laugh. It made her feel a little embarrassed, but not enough to stop… especially now that her needy cunt was insisting that she would be insane to do anything to take Merielle’s skillful mouth off of her nipple.
Unfortunately, even without her protests her efforts only lasted a few more moments before Merielle withdrew, leaving the well-teased kitsune with nipples hard as diamonds, her whole body aching and wanting more. Merielle looked at her with a smile, knowing what power she had over her now. For some reason, Shura thought that a soft, sweet submissive like Merielle wouldn’t be as cruel as Yuki. It looked like, in this way at least, she was very wrong. “You’re going to do what we say, right?” the redhead asked, her fingers running over Shura’s sensitive breasts. “I wouldn’t want Mistress to have to punish you…”
Shura, belatedly, was beginning to realize that she was in trouble… that she was a swimmer who had suddenly found herself deep out to sea and well, well over her head and in danger of sinking. Now, instead of dealing with just Yuki, she had Merielle on top of her as well. It was too much… and yet if she really thought it was too much then why was she so insanely aroused at the thought?
Maybe… maybe she could learn to love this…
Merielle led her to the living room, with Yuki following after them. The nogitsune, however, wasn’t really participating, letting Merielle call the shots for the moment. Shura didn’t know what the deal was, but she knew Yuki well enough to be certain that there was some evil plan behind it. “Let’s get you ready,” Merielle said, grabbing a rope and demonstrating it to Shura. Yuki settled into her favorite chair a few feet away, kicking up her legs and watching them. “You should put a knot between her legs,” Yuki commented, looking between her two slaves. “So she can have a bit of friction. Like I showed you when you helped me tie up Shindou.”
Shura’s eyes went wide, but she wasn’t even able to even say a word before the selkie laughed with joy. “Yes, that’s a great idea!” Merielle agreed. “Just the perfect thing to tease a pretty little slut, isn’t it? Come on, take your clothes off for me…”
“It’s not how it works here,” Shura shook her head. She wasn’t about to take it easy on Merielle just because she was new here. “I’m not going to do what you say…”
“You should show her who the boss is,” Yuki commented with a small laugh. “She’s more stubborn than even you are.”
“Oh really?” Merielle said with a smirk. She looked Shura up and down, making her nervous. “I doubt that, Mistress. I’m sure little old me can manage…” “She grinned more broadly. “It’s not like she can stop me, now can she?”
Shura mentally flinched as it abruptly hit her… wait, that was her line! In Merielle, she recognized the same provocation to a fight she had with Yuki… only unlike the nogitsune, Merielle seemed gentle as a flower. With her Mistress she would have started punching and kicking and wrestling with her, but Merielle was… disarming. Fighting against her that way felt like she would be punching at a stained glass window or something. It was like she was being disarmed by her very helplessness… Merielle wouldn’t fight back if she pushed the way Yuki would, and Shura wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop the redhead. In the next moment, before Shura could decide how she was going to resist, the redhead grew closer, and Merielle’s hand roughly pushed in her shorts and slid over the blue fur in her panties, the plentiful wetness beneath her legs, and the incredibly sensitive lips. Shura breathed out, gasping at the feeling of the selkie’s insisting fingers teasing her clit gently. Merielle smiled looking at her and, when she looked at Yuki she saw her Mistress looking at her in exactly the same intense, invested way.
“Stubborn little thing? With how wet you are, I’m sure you won’t be able to keep being stubborn for long,” Merielle said, as her thumb pressed tight to Shura’s clit. The pressure of her finger against a sensitive spot was driving her mad, but Shura tried to stay quiet, biting her lip. “Still, if you don’t want to take them off yourself, it might be fun to lend you a hand…”
Merielle pulled her hand away, leaving Shura aching and wanting more. The redhead started to undress her quickly and Shura remained almost ramrod still as her clothing dropped to the floor, one piece after the next, the only movements of her body a shiver and a slight swaying towards Merielle like she was hoping to brush her cunt against her again. She wasn’t used to being so helpless, to giving up so easily, but maybe the fact that Yuki was watching, or Merielle’s newfound dominance, or maybe just the weeks of edging was pushing her to the edge faster than she was ready to admit.
“Mistress does pick the best pets, doesn’t she? You do look delicious,” Merielle smiled, looking at the naked Shura in front of her, putting one hand on her swollen, sensitive right tit as it heaved with each of her panted breaths. “And trust me, you’ll look even better once you’re soaking wet and begging.”
“I’m not going to b-” Shura wasn’t able to finish the sentence. With surprising force, Merielle shoved against her and she fell back onto the couch with Merielle straddling her, still holding the rope. She didn’t expect something like that from a soft and tame selkie, but it looked like Yuki shared a thought or two with her, or else she had picked up the tricks just by observation.
“So much for not going down without a fight,” Yuki said with a smile.
Shura turned her head to glare at her. “Screw… you…” Shura said – whimpered, really. “I’m not begging for you.”
“Yes you will,” Merielle promised as she put the rope over Shura’s neck. “Ready to feel helpless and in my power?”
Shura couldn’t bring herself to struggle all that much. Merielle wasn’t a fighter, it didn’t feel sporting… and in the end, she had to admit that she… really, really, really wanted this. Looking at Merielle she almost felt hypnotized as she saw all the knots, all the way rope got wrapped around her. Her wrists got tied in front of her, the rope was digging into her breasts but, worst of it all, was the knot between her legs, just against her clit, that made Shura want to move around in the search of friction.
“Don’t you look nice now?” Merielle said with the same bright smile. She looked Shura all over as if searching for something. “Something is missing, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. Maybe something to motivate her even more,” Yuki smiled. As Shura looked at her, she saw the dark fox opening her palm, revealing the pair of metallic nipple clamps she had sitting there, waiting to be used.
“Oh, those will look lovely on her!” Merielle said excitedly.
“You’re not putting those fucking things on me!” Shura protested.
Once she returned with the clamps, Merielle straddled Shura again, smiling down at her. “If you wanted to protest, you should have done so before you were allllll tied up and helpless. You want me to untie you you just say the word… otherwise, I’m just going to go ahead and ignore eeeevery little thing you say not to do.” She leaned down further, pulled out one of Shura’s rock-hard nipples, and then closed the clamp over it. Shura jumped… it didn’t hurt as much as she imagined. Instead, it just felt incredibly intense, like there was heat glowing through her whole body, radiating outward from her sensitive nipple.
“Does it hurt?” Merielle whispered against her ear.
“She’s too tough to tell us,” Yuki laughed. Merielle, nodded, pulling lightly on Shura’s nipple and seeing her squirm.
“You’re so helpless now… and so wet.” She closed the other clamp on Shura’s other nipple, and the kitsune cried out harshly “How is it,” Merielle said, voice husky. “Don’t you want to feel sweet relief, my darling?”
Shura swallowed. “…yes…” she whispered.
The selkie chuckled warmly, then rose up a little on top of Shura and started to undress herself, pulling her shirt off over her head. Shura couldn’t take her eyes away from the woman. There were just too many soft spots on her body that she would’ve loved to put her mouth against, too many sweet places she wanted to squeeze, but she wasn’t exactly in the state to do what she wanted, not anymore. It was all about what Yuki and Merielle wanted.
As she undressed, Yuki finally rose out of her chair, coming closer and joining them. She ran one hand through Merielle’s silken hair as she looked at the work she did on Shura, the winding of the ropes. She seemed to be pleased with it, as she smiled happily. Then Yuki leaned closer, tugging on the rope in the way that made a knot dig in Shura’s pussy. She moaned, wanting more. She knew that a knot was fully soaked in her juices and that all three of them knew how helpless and needy she was already.
“You know, I think you weren’t acting very nice yesterday,” Yuki said, tugging again, lightly this time. “To be honest, you were acting like a total brat and you know I can’t let that go without punishment…”
“Is this your punishment?” Shura said, looking at Yuki’s fingers that were still lifting the rope that dug into her clit. “I’ll…” she swallowed. “I’ll be good, Mistress.”
Yuki laughed. It wasn’t often that she saw compliance from Shura. “Oh my sweet girl,” Yuki said. “You’re so going to regret this.”
Somehow, Shura doubted that, but even if it was true she found that she didn’t care that much. She just needed to get her release, one way or the other… and if being a good girl was what she needed to do, then… she’d do it. She could do it.
Merielle was already standing over her, Shura could see her wet folds and she knew what was about to happen. Redhead smiled, lowering herself, until her pussy was near Shura’s mouth and then got even lower. “Go and eat her out good, little slave,” Yuki commanded with a grin. “Worship her the same way you would me.” Shura didn’t need to be told twice. She had gained lots of experience in eating out a woman properly at this point, but there was still some nervousness in her because it was the first time for her and Merielle. The feel of the selkie was a little different, and the taste was different too, but Shura didn’t mind even before her lust-fogged brain weighed in on it. Even the way Merielle moved her hips to get more friction with Shura’s mouth was more gentle when Yuki would’ve simply sat fully on her face.
Yuki had leaned down and her hands were teasing Shura’s nipples, pinching and pulling them as she enjoyed the show of one of her subs enjoying the tongue of the other, watching them together. The moment the redhead made a sound of pleasure, she tugged on the rope, stimulating Shura’s clit with the knot… trying to give them spikes of pleasure at precisely the same time, and make sure that her tonguing was rewarded perfectly to give her utmost motivation. The tied fox whimpered, her legs squirming and trying to grind her clit, but Yuki stopped almost instantly. Her plan was simple and elegant – she wanted Shura to be filled with desire, begging and crying for release after all the teasing. Shura didn’t need to read her mind to know it… she had been living it all week.
“She is… very good at this, Mistress.” Merielle laughed, feeling Shura’s tongue circling her clit, lapping at her pussy, sucking on her wet folds. “I might get used to all this…”
“Want to make me jealous?” Yuki smiled, smacking Merielle’s ass.
“Just sharing my experience,” the redhead purred, now fully sitting down on Shura’s face. “Am I… am I permitted… to cum, Mistress?” she asked.
“Today, as long as you are having Bubblegum here do it for you, you have permission,” Yuki agreed easily as she pulled on the rope again.
For Shura, the words only made a little bit of sense. It felt like she had been here for an eternity, eating Merielle out as her nipples were stimulated by the sharp teeth of the clamps and Yuki kept teasing her clit with the knot, but she wanted more. She was working so hard to get an orgasm, but she hoped that once Merielle was happy maybe Yuki would finish her off too…
She licked and sucked, hearing the redhead’s moans, feeling her hips moving faster. Shura’s legs were shaking, her body arching from every touch. She needed the release so badly her clit was aching and her inner thighs were coated in her juices. She wanted it, she needed it, and yet she couldn’t get it. Finally, Merielle seemed to be about ready to finish. She moved her pussy against Shura’s mouth more intensely now, leaving more and more slickness. Yuki, in turn, teased Shura’s clit even more. She knew that she was close, that Yuki was about to give her what she needed, but then, suddenly, all the teasing stopped yet again. Shura moaned in protest, while Merielle was finishing herself off using her face, moaning hard. It wasn’t fair it wasn’t fair it wasn’t fair… she wanted to cry…
Soon Merielle got up, her legs shaking, her pussy wet and her smile wide. She seemed happy and satisfied, unlike Shura, who got nothing out of it. “But what about me?” she asked, annoyed with how pathetic she sounded. She looked at Yuki, who was smirking at her and absolutely enjoying it.
“I told you… you get to cum when you’re a good girl. You weren’t being one… do you want to be one now?”
Shura could only whimper, less than fully sane at this point. “Yessssss,” she swore, trying to hold onto her thoughts. Yuki was going to get what she wanted today… she was going to make her obedient and submissive like never before and use all the weapons she could for it. After all, she was laying bare, tied, and helpless, and the only one who could let her cum was Yuki, and no matter how much of a betrayal it felt like her body just… couldn’t… care… less…
“Now it’s my time to use my mouth,” Merielle said with a smile, kneeling between Shura’s legs. Then her tongue began to tease her way across the blue-furred fox’s pussy, licking and kissing and making her writhe.
She still needed a release badly enough for it to hurt, but Merielle did nothing to make it better. She made it worse. Her tongue was moving over Shura’s inner thighs, collecting the wetness that was there, running higher, but never high enough to go to Shura’s pussy. She even licked over her outer lips but didn’t touch her clit once and it was making Shura insane.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Yuki asked with a laugh. “I love seeing you like this. So helpless, so squirming and weak. You’re ready to give anything to me for a chance to cum, right?” Shura was ready to swear and scream, but another move of Merielle’s tongue made her moan instead. Yuki laughed again, making her even more frustrated. “Let’s see how fast you can make me finish, little slut,” Yuki smiled. “And when you do… then you’ll be a good girl.”
Right now, Shura would have stolen the moon from the sky if Yuki promised that would make her a good girl. She expected that the kitsune would strip and use her mouth too, the way Merielle had… after all, it seemed like a thing she would do. Instead, Yuki just sat down on her chest, fully dressed, and kept playing with her tits. “So… make it happen,” she commanded.
Shura stared in utter frustration. “How?” she demanded. “You have me tied up1”
Yuki rolled her eyes. “Are you some furry mongrel fox or are you my student?” the nogitsune mocked. “What have I been teaching you?”
Shura froze. That was… that was… Impossible. She was all but insane with lust… how was she supposed to focus? She couldn’t do anything physically, couldn’t move at all… she didn’t have any…
She could do it.
The thought came to her all at once. She could do it… she actually had everything she needed. Yuki had been teaching her simple enchantment, and how to use true foxfire to tie them into illusions. It was, as far as Yuki could tell, where her natural talents lie. Redirection wards, like the ones around Hanei, like the one she had crafted in the tunnels beneath Paradisium, used that kind of enchantment inside the illusion…. Feeding sensation into the target along with the illusion to convince them to do something more forcefully than mere illusion alone could ever do. All she really needed was a connection to the target, some focus, and a sensation to feed to her.
Yuki was right there… Shura could see her. She could target her. Merielle was licking her cunt… she knew exactly how that felt, how badly she needed that. It created a template… she could just feed everything that she felt over to her Mistress. All she needed was… the will to make it happen.
Shura tried to block out the sensation of what Merielle was doing to her, but that was impossible… her own lust and needs were too great for that, and even if she could all she would do was rob herself of the genuine sensation she would need to make this feel real. She didn’t need to block out the distraction… she needed to do this despite the distraction. Instead of blocking it out, Shura let herself fall deep into subspace, just riding the wave of sensation and trusting her instincts and talents, drilled over years of natural skill, months of training and practice, and weeks of denial, to know what to do.
And then Yuki let out a moan, and it was the single most beautiful sound Shura had ever heard.
“Yes… just like that, Bubblegum,” Yuki said, grabbing onto a fistful of her hair while her hips rode on Shura’s stomach. Down below, Merielle licked up and down, letting her tongue do its work on the insides of her thighs, her swollen labia, inside her cunt.
It was the most glorious, pleasant torture that Shura could imagine. Merielle seemed to know exactly how to extend her pleasure, to not let her peak while not holding back at all. Whatever she licked off her thighs was instantly coming back, because of how turned on Shura was. It just made Shura more frustrated and even hornier by the second what to do to make her frustrated and even hornier, and she fed all of that back into Yuki as well, making her moan almost as much as Shura was.
“I like to see you like this,” Yuki said, her breathing becoming faster. Shura could feel, in her head, how wet Yuki was, how much more turned on she became since they started. “Helpless slut, begging to be fucked and ready to do anything to get it. You’ll say anything for me to let you cum, wouldn’t you.”
“Not… a… any… thing…” Shura moaned softly, knowing that it was almost certainly a lie.
“Oh, really?” Yuki purred. “Tell me this. Do you love me, Shura?”
Shura whimpered in frustration but her mouth opened. “…yes…” she whispered, and she knew it was the truth.
“And do you love my Merielle, too?” she continued, short of breath, drunk on pleasure.
Shura swallowed. “…yes…” Her voice was so breathy it almost didn’t sound like words, but they all heard it.
“That’s what I thought,” Yuki smiled again.
Shura didn’t know how long she had been doing this. For her, it felt like an eternity. All she could right now is make sure that Yuki would finish quickly and Shura did all that was in her power to reach that conclusion… feeding everything to the woman… making it feel better for her, and seeing her Mistress enjoy it more and more with every second. Yuki moaned loudly, her body arching, as Shura felt her thighs squeezing the kitsune’s chest. It was an amazing feeling and she would’ve loved it even more if it wasn’t for the throbbing between her thighs, only intensified by Merielle’s tongue.
And then Yuki nodded, and the beautiful redhead stopped holding back.
Shura screamed as the selkie’s mouth closed over her clit, and her orgasm simply exploded. When it came, it came so fast and powerful that all the gods and all the kami working together couldn’t have stopped it. She felt like all her being was concentrated on her pussy, on the way it tensed, while she was screaming in pleasure. Her mouth went dry and she didn’t realize where she was, thinking that it couldn’t be any better… and even as she did, even as the pleasure obliterated her mind she fed all of that to Yuki as well. Her mistress came at exactly the same second, enchanted into feeling all of the same sensations as Shura did. With an orgasm this well-edged for this long, it would have been an act of will the size of a mountain for her not to cum just as hard, and she did and she did and she did…
Shura lost track of time for a bit after that.
When her mind recovered enough to even be aware she was still alive and her eyes could focus, she was in Yuki’s bed, still tied, held between Merielle and Yuki as they petted her. Her body was shaking like a leaf, during a hurricane, in the middle of an earthquake, and her thoughts felt at least that scrambled… but she did know one thing for sure. She felt safe, and cared for… and competent.
“I… actually did it…” she whispered.
Yuki chuckled, a rippling purr of sheer pleasure. “You certainly did, student mine,” her mentor said, clearly pleased and greatly proud. “You certainly did.
“Thank you…” Shura whimpered.
Yuki laughed. “Don’t thank us yet, Bubblegum,” she said. When Shura’s weight shifted slightly to look at her more directly, Yuki simply shifted her own weight to hold her more firmly down. Then her hand was on Shura’s pussy… no less insanely sensitive than it had been for weeks. “I think it’s only fair that you get a second round, since you’d been waiting so long for your first,” she heard Yuki’s voice, and in the next moment a fingertip pressed against her entrance.
Her vision clouded for a second, but she still felt it clearly as Merielle’s hands joined Yuki’s on her sex. “Let’s see how long this one will take you,” Merielle added.
“You’re taking it really good, slut,” Yuki smiled as her thumb found Shura’s clit, and the blue-furred kitsune moaned. “And just think… it’s barely even breakfast yet!”
Shura smiled, relaxed down onto the bed, and spread her legs wider for the pair of her lovers. She knew that this was going to be the best trip ever…