Dutchess of the End

Within moments, both Stephanie and I had doused our Marks, stripped our body of clothing, and were engaging with the Alihjn woman whose name I’d only just learned in the moments before bedding her. The moment was beautiful. I watched Stephanie kiss this woman, the passion as their arms wrapped around one another’s backs, clawing with their fingertips, gasping in the pleasure, squeezing one another tight in an embrace I found myself longing to join. With every inch of my skin exposed to the interior of the wagon, I reached out with both hands to touch at their backs, their sides, running my hands up and down their skin as the kiss continued.

It broke off with a satisfying smack, leaving the two gasping for air and staring at one another. Stephanie was the first to break the eye contact, moving her head to look at me. We stared wordlessly for a moment before I leaned in, lips barely apart, foreheads pressed together. I felt Alana’s hand on my back, on my thighs, even feeling at my womanhood while me and Stephanie looked into one another’s eyes.

“It’s all for you.” I whispered, then leaned in for a kiss. I whimpered into it as fingers began to play at my folds- feeling the dampness that had accumulated while we began. Not enough to push within, but just enough to whet my appetite for it. Stephanie kissed back with as much intensity as she had with Alana. Our peach-colored skin intermingled with Alana’s as I felt those fingertips inside me, just barely. I moaned into the kiss, surging forward to push her onto the mattress. Alana’s fingers followed, filling my body with that familiar heat, though now administered by a fresh new face.

I had never done something so bold in the confines of my sleeping quarters before. My physical encounters had always been romantic gestures when they had happened. Upon being appointed High Archivist four years ago, that had changed. A plan had formed, and I had given up dating and romance in order to pursue that goal. Laying here tonight, with Stephanie the Crown Prince of Telbud and a woman here to aid in our pleasure, it seemed my goal was in sight. If not for that dastardly Prophecy, anyway.

I pushed Stephanie down onto the mattress, kissing her, stroking my hands up and down her sides as I felt her hands around my neck, pulling me in closer. A lack of breath had us breaking the kiss, and I spoke even while both of us had no business doing so.

“How do you propose we continue?” I asked. I prided myself on being the most competent person in the room at all times, but in the field of physical love, I was severely outclassed by Stephanie and surely by Alana as well. I had no choice but to follow their lead.

“I want to taste her.” Stephanie whispered. I nodded and rolled off, feeling the cold air against my skin the moment I left the contact of her warmth. With interest, I watched as Alana lay down next to me on her back, Stephanie on her stomach, already kissing at Alana’s chest.

There had been no time to admire the woman’s physical beauty from a lustful eye during our conversation yesterday. Even though I knew what she intended on doing with me, there were more important things on my mind. With those settled, I could gaze upon her pale body with sheer enjoyment. What a joy it was. Her skin- save for a small scar on the left side of her stomach- was flawless. It curved up and down her body, showing off every inch of her bountiful curves both above and below. I sunk my hand into one of her breasts as Stephanie crawled lower, tasting of her directly. Alana let out a loud moan at Stephanie’s first contact, I could see Stephanie’s eyes glow, a blue reflecting the light of the moon so perfectly as to rival her Marks in times of intense need. 

Alana’s breast felt warm and soft in my hand, my fingers sinking into its flesh easily. I squeezed lightly, feeling it move on my palm and in between my fingers. Her moaning only got louder, her back arching up into Stephanie’s mouth, urging her for more pleasure. They were larger than they had appeared under her shirt, my fingers unable to reach the base of either breast while my palms pressed down against her nipples. Her skin felt warm, hot even despite the cold surrounding us. Perhaps it was the threat of the cold returning in full force to the cabin that spurred us on so desperately.

Neither I nor Stephanie dared silence her moans. They were enticing, and Stephanie hummed into Alana’s body in a way to only encourage the noise. If not for my desire for pleasure as well, I would have let her scream out her enjoyment for the rest of the camp to hear. If Alana was lucky, this would be a common sound in our little band until we arrived back home.

Hiking one leg over Alana’s head, I positioned myself atop her, facing Stephanie so as to watch the proceedings. My hands instinctively went to Alana’s chest to greedily grab at them as her tongue began to dance atop my skin, earning her some moans from my throat. 

When I had told Alana that I was loud upon our first meeting, it was but a falsehood meant to ensure our privacy. Now, with a space for just the three of us, I could be myself while I was taken by this woman. My true self in the bedroom was a quiet, grunting, moaning thing rather than a creature who shouted for the entire city to hear.

It turned out that Alana was the latter. Even with her voice muffled by my womanhood and her tongue busy giving it the pleasure I asked of it, her voice was still the loudest out of the three of us by far. Were we anywhere but the private quarters of the Grand Archivist, there would have been a crowd circled around us by now- if not a host of women stripping to join us. No doubt Stephanie would love that, though would earn the both of us reputations as willing to lay down with just about anyone. Stephanie may have had that, but others knew me as a reserved woman in that regard.

I guided Alana’s hands up to my chest. Much like my fingers had been, hers eagerly accepted their new position and met my skin with several soft squeezes and touches. I sighed into it, my nipples pressing up against the palms of her hands. The grabbing didn’t last long, as those hands quickly retreated, leaving only two fingers in the wake of what had been the presence of a whole hand. Those two fingers though, felt better than the entire hand atop them. My nipples stood at attention, begging for the attention they now received as Alana squeezed and flicked both of them, as though she were a Mage casting a complicated spell on my body.

It would be a spell resulting in further, louder moans from me as the pleasure in my gut mounted. I could feel the heat ripening to a boiling point, the tongue lapping at my folds skilled in how it traced along my entrance, dove inside me, played at my clit, like a whirlwind of pleasure focusing on exactly what part of me needed attention at that exact moment. 

“Fuck…” I whispered. My eyes shot open wide and I looked down, watching the woman beneath me squirm in pleasure at Stephanie’s administrations. I watched Stephanie drive two fingers into her hard and fast, tongue playing at her clit how she was so damn good at. I watched Alana’s hips lift up off the mattress, and Stephanie’s eyes locked with mine.

That was when I lost it. I felt my body explode from within me, the pleasure emanating to every corner of my body. Limbs locking up, resting atop Alana’s chest for balance as I rode out the storm watching Stephanie keep her mouth on Alana’s clit, face pointed upwards to look at me. My eyes finally closed, my throat burning for air, gasping for it in silent desperation, barely more than a whimper atop my heavy breaths as I rode out the intensity.

My body felt light, yet heavy at the same time, and I flipped sideways onto the mattress. I could still hear Alana’s moans turn into screams, followed shortly by Stephanie beginning to gasp out her own pleasure. Too weak to move at what I had just witnessed and felt, I heard Stephanie scream as well, though it sounded distant. The cold turned to warmth as a body- whose it was I didn’t know- pressed against me. Then another on the opposite side. Words were spoken, though I responded to none as sleep finally took me.