Goblin Queen

"Listen to her, Ru."

It was unfair, really, just how fucking good Mira's voice sounds, even if it's made tinny through the speaker of the phone. Their low voice brushes like silk over Rumi's ears, providing a toe-curling harmony to Zoey's whimpering gasps and moans.

She can't see Zoey, but Rumi can imagine her, laying on the bed, legs spread, allowing Mira access to her dripping pussy. Her fingers would be clutching the sheets, knuckles white.

Rumi wants those fingers to be clutching her. She longs for the sharp pleasure-pain of Zoey's nails digging into her skin, forming the red lines she'd admire in the mirror the next morning. Rumi presses her nose into Zoey's pillow, breathing deep, inhaling her scent. She's left it mostly untouched with the two of them gone, not wanting to lose the smell, but now she needs it, needs that bit of extra closeness.

"Hear how good our girl sounds."

"Ha-ah, FUCK!"

Our girl, our girl, our girl. Rumi finally allows herself to grip her dripping cock, fingers just barely closing around the over-sensitive skin. She's only allowed herself to rut against the bed sheets up until now, knowing she won't last long with the sounds floating over the speakers. Their girl, voice rising in pitch as the lewd squelching fills the air.

"That's three, Ru. She's taking three of my fingers. So good, isn't she, our girl? She's taking me so well."

"Mira! Rumi! Fuck! Oh- oh!"

"Yes… yes!" Rumi whimpers, her free hand gripping the sheets just as hard as she imagines Zoey's to be. "Tell… tell me, Mir. Tell me how… how she feels."

"So wet, Ru. My fingers are soaked. She's absolutely dripping. Are you? I bet you are, pretty girl."

And, oh, she is. A steady stream of precum drips from her cock, staining the sheets below as her hand speeds its stroking. Those two words- pretty girl- do something to her brain, making everything sharper. Fuck, she won't last much longer.

Thankfully, it sounds like Zoey isn't far off either. The wet sounds increase, and Rumi can see it in her mind's eye- Zoey's thighs shining with slick, her pussy gripping Mira's fingers just as it would Rumi's cock- wet, warm heat, rhythmically clenching as Zoey approaches climax.

Rumi's trembling now, biting the inside of her cheek to stave off her own growing pleasure. Zoey's cries are constant- their names repeated over and over, merging together into one beautiful sound.

"Mirumi, Mirumi, Mirumi…!"

"So… close… come for me, for me, baby, come for us, let me hear you, please…"

Zoey shrieks, and Rumi can see it- head thrown back, cunt pulsing around Mira's fingers, hands gripping the sheets, toes curled, back arched. Rumi howls, her body going stiff as her own orgasm strikes. Cum spurts onto the sheets as she babbles and whimpers.

"That's it. Let us hear you. Give her one more, Zo. You can, one more… one more…"

The wet sound of Mira's fingers increases as they work Zoey once more to orgasm. It doesn't take long- Zoey never needs too much after climax- and then Zoey cums. There's no shriek this time, just a long, low groan accompanied by Mira's gasp.

"Shit, Rumi, she squirted. Oh, Zoey, you're just so perfect for us."

"FUCK!" Rumi's cock jumps once more, a final dribble of cum sliding onto the sheets below. Heedless of the mess, she sinks into the bed, boneless and breathless, hissing as the fabric rubs against her too-sensitive skin.

"There we go. God, the two of you. Perfect, just perfect."

The shake in Mira's voice is slight, but Rumi can still hear it. It takes a few tries to grip her phone, and more swallows to get her throat working again, but finally Rumi manages to rasp, "Did… did you come, Mir?"

The slight pause over the line gives Rumi the confirmation she needs, even before Mira speaks.

"I… no. But I'll be fine, watching and listening was enough for me."

Rumi chuckles as she hears an indigent sound from Zoey.

"Well, that just won't do. Mon coeur, do you mind remedying that?"

Rumi can hear the grin in Zoey's voice.

"It would be my absolute pleasure."

"Zoey… wha… oh fuck…"

Rumi closes her eyes, one hand drifting to palm a breast as the sounds of Mira's pleasure begin to fill the air.