After years of moving and travel, you’d landed in upstate New York where you had discovered Lottie’s wellness center. You had started by teaching a few meditation seminars on and off, and then it had turned into a regular thing, and soon enough you were living on site, with your own sizable cabin as the wellness center’s designated mindfulness counselor.

It had been five years since you had come to the wellness center. Five years in which you had fallen in love with Lottie Matthews, and you had moved from your place to hers, and the two of you had started teaching joined classes. In those five years, the two of you had become one.

It had only been a year since Natalie had joined the wellness center. Having heard that she’d gotten out of rehab, Lottie sent some of her people to watch her, and after a few months an intervention had been required. Lottie had brought Natalie to the wellness center, and that started all of it. The three of you had hardly separated since.

Which is why, when an old friend from college found her way to Lottie’s wellness center, you were absolutely fucked.

Your friend, Ivy, had always been rather flirty. It didn’t matter if she meant it or not, it just tended to be how she was, and the two of you had been close enough in college for you to know that most of the time it was meaningless. You weren’t quite sure how you were to explain this to your girlfriends, however, especially being sandwiched between Ivy and Natalie as everyone stood listening to Lottie’s instructions for the group activity you were about to start.

You knew Ivy was getting on their nerves, and Natalie was the worst at hiding it. She stood staring at Ivy, watching the woman with an almost humorous glare, as if daring her to meet her eyes. You doubted Ivy even noticed.

It was insanely awkward for you, being stuck in the middle, Ivy reaching over to hold your hand and Natalie reaching her arm around your waist. They were fighting over you, it was blatantly obvious, and even Lottie, who had been completely immersed in leading the group therapy, paused every so often to watch the three of you suffer.

It would all boil over soon, you had no doubt. Natalie would reach her limit first, as she always did, and she would do something irrational, and hell, if she was really pissed you might not see her for a day or two and later find her somewhere in the woods with a bottle of vodka and cocaine from god knows where. Lottie would react less drastically, and it wouldn’t take her long to get over it, but still you would have to put up with how sensitive and clingy she got when she was jealous, especially when Nat wasn’t there to balance everything out.

It was when Ivy whispered in your ear to ask if you wanted to be partners for the group exercise that Natalie had had enough.

Taking your hand she led you out of the room wordlessly, stopping for a moment at the door to catch Lottie’s gaze before pulling you into the hall.

You were a bit confused, a bit irritated, knowing the emotional mess you would have to put up with for the next couple of days. Your girlfriends completely fell apart when they were jealous, and you always ended up mediating.

“Before you start,” you said, meeting Natalie’s gaze, “I just want to say that nothing–”

Before you could finish your sentence her lips crashed against yours, taking you off guard in the best way possible, her hands finding your waist and yours wrapping around her neck.

Her tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned, pulling her impossibly closer. She was addictive in every way, her hands on you, the taste of cigarettes and booze every time you kissed her, as she lit the match that set you on fire.

“You know who you belong to,” she said, pulling away. “You know how this works.”

You nodded, but before you could respond you felt another pair of hands on your shoulders, trailing down your back and settling on top of Nat’s at your waist, their fingers intertwining.

“Couldn’t wait another ten minutes?” Lottie said from behind you, her complaint aimed at Nat. She kissed your shoulder, lips trailing your neck as she spoke. “I had to have Lisa take over, you were so desperate to fuck her I couldn’t even finish the class.”

You inhaled sharply at her words, and though they weren’t directed toward you they had even more of an effect than if they had been.

Natalie’s hands traveled below the hem of your pants, but Lottie stopped her, gently grabbing her wrists.

“You want to fuck her here?” Lottie asked, her tone a bit demeaning, and you had to hold back a moan. “Where anyone could see? What’s the fucking point, if you put her on display?”

Nat nodded, almost drunk on Lottie’s words, the same as you, helpless to the incantations laced in every word she uttered.

You allowed the two of them to lead you through the halls of the compound, and you became incredibly grateful that your home was right next to its main cabin.

As soon as the front door locked behind you in the comfort of your home Natalie had you pinned against the back of the door, sucking bruises onto your neck. Lottie stood behind her, pulled Natalie’s shirt off, began to whisper something in her ear that you couldn’t quite hear.

After a moment you were tugged forward from the back of the door, and Nat’s lips were replaced with Lottie’s, giving you a bit of whiplash in the best of ways — roughness replaced by gentle touch, darkness replaced by burning light.

You barely processed that you were moving forward, their hands guiding you exactly where they wanted, and in the art of a few moments you were being pushed onto the bed.

The two of them loomed above you, Lottie sliding her caftan off her shoulders. Natalie came up behind her, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor, kissing down Lottie’s neck and meeting your eyes briefly as you watched.

You shifted on the bed, becoming restless as the two of them kissed, the desperate need for their attention growing unbearable inside of you.

“Look at her,” Lottie breathed, speaking to Nat as she guided her over to you. “So desperate for us, for you, my love.”

Guided by Lottie, Nat crawled onto the bed, straddling you. She leaned down to kiss you, and you sat up a bit to let her pull off your shirt.

Lottie snuck to your side, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles as Nat began to make her way kissing down your body. Where Nat’s lips had left you, again they were replaced by Lottie’s.

“Our pretty girl,” Lottie purred into your ear, “who do you belong to?”

“You,” you answered instantly, your hips bucking slightly as Nat pulled off your pants. “Both of you.”

“And what do you want, my darling?”

“I want you to prove it.”

She smirked, moving back to Nat, hands on Nat’s waist. “Did you hear that, love?” She asked softly, and Natalie nodded, closing her eyes for a moment.

Lottie’s hand traveled to the woman’s throat, delicate fingers wrapping gently around and prompting Nat to open her eyes. “Show her.”

Her grip released, and Natalie leaned down to you again, a finger trailing along your jaw as she whispered in your ear.

“Ivy,” she said, her voice raspy, jealousy from earlier still present. “She can’t fuck you like I can, baby. Like we can.”

You nodded your head in agreement, letting your mind turn off and your body simply feel as she kissed down your neck, sucking bruises at your chest. Every kiss, every bruise set your skin on fire, and you knew that she knew it.

She began to suck at your tits. She took one of your nipples into her mouth and you gasped, grasping at her bare shoulders, letting your eyes fall closed for a moment.

“So beautiful,” Lottie murmured, and you looked up to see her watching you from behind Nat. When you reached out for her she crawled back to your side, meeting your lips in a gentle kiss, her hands finding your tits as Natalie moved down further.

Underneath the touch of both of them, you felt at home — in the jealousy, in the threat, in the perpetual safety despite it — goddesses, both of them, and you were blessed by heaven in their kiss.

Nat began to kiss your thighs, and your need for her touch grew incessantly deeper, more insatiable, and there was no cure for it apart from her lips on your skin, praise rolling off her tongue.

“She’s so wet for us,” Nat said, and you heard Lottie’s breath hitch. “She’s so perfect like this, all spread out for us, such a little whore.”

You whimpered, hips bucking slightly, and finally she took pity on you, her tongue sliding through your folds, sucking at your clit.

You couldn’t help the string of moans that escaped from you, the pleasure that shot through your veins as the two of them praised you for it.

“You’re doing so well, my love,” Lottie said softly, kissing your temple, your forehead, as if Nat wasn’t working her tongue inside of you, nails bearing into your thighs as she gripped you as tight as she had to to keep you from moving.

Natalie shoved two fingers past your entrance, hardly giving you a second to adjust before setting a fast pace in and out of you.

“Be gentle, love,” Lottie urged her, noticing the way you were squirming under the intensity of Natalie’s pace.

“She’s fine,” Nat said firmly, keeping her pace, causing you to moan. “She can take it, she should take it, she needs to know she belongs to us.”

Your eyes fell closed as she hit deeper, and you were completely engulfed in the sensation of her moving inside of you.

After a few minutes of the same pace she halted her movements, pulling away, crawling back up the bed to look down at you, straddling your hips.

“Nat,” you whined, squirming beneath her, and she raised her eyebrows.

“You don’t deserve to cum yet,” she said, and slipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking at them, and you could hardly handle the emptiness between your legs as your gazes locked and she smirked, dropping her fingers to your throat, running them along your bruised neck. “You looked so fucking clueless out there with her. Holding her hand, letting her whisper things to you. A pretty little clueless whore, with no idea how badly she wanted you.”

You nodded again, unable to speak, a slight whimper your only reply. They consumed you completely, leaving your mind blank, taking everything they could get.

“She knew you were ours,” Lottie added, “and she still tried, so hard, but who wins, baby? Who else can fuck you like we do?”

You shook your head, clutching her hand as she moved closer and Natalie moved back down between your legs. “No one,” you rasped, hardly able to speak. “Only you, you’re all I want.”

“Good girl,” she purred, and after a moment her expression changed, almost a moment of inspiration, desire burning like fire between you. “Do you want to taste mommy, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you breathed, and clutched her thighs as they settled on either side of your head. You pulled her down onto you, and just as your tongue began to circle her clit Natalie pushed her fingers back into you, setting a slow pace. You moaned, and the vibrations made Lottie’s hips jerk into you as she clutched the headboard.

Lottie’s hand slid into your hair, gripping slightly, holding you where she wanted you. You could hardly hold on, could hardly keep yourself from cumming already but you knew from experience that you couldn’t yet, not until Lottie did, but the way Natalie was hammering into you and the taste of Lottie on your tongue as you sucked her clit into your mouth was almost enough to throw you over the edge.

“She’s so close,” Natalie said, and from the way her words were labored you could tell she was using her free hand on herself, and the thought of it only furthered your struggle to keep from cumming.

You could tell Lottie was close as well, the way she was clenching around your tongue, the grip she had in your hair tightening with every moment she spent on top of you.

Looking up at her, you moaned. She was a picture of perfection, the divine personified, eyes clamped shut and hair falling beautifully over her shoulders. You would’ve been content to stay there forever, drinking in the view of her, blessed with the taste.

“You’re doing so good for us, pretty girl,” Lottie breathed, and you whined, relishing in the way she took over your senses, and Nat fingerfucking you and sucking your clit into her mouth. “Such a good little slut for us.”

The coil in your abdomen tightened desperately at her praise, and your legs began shaking ever so slightly, and then all at once Lottie clenched around your tongue as she hit her climax and the coil released, bathing you in a wave of pleasure like fire. Your entire body was subjected to it, the perfect white-hot heat that the two of them brought upon you so effortlessly with their touch. Lottie’s cum spilled onto your tongue, and it prolonged your climax, the sensation of heaven.

As you came down, Lottie moved off of you, and Natalie crawled back up your body, meeting your lips in a kiss that’s gentleness contrasted the intensity you’d felt from her before. She laid back on the bed and you rested your head on her chest, snaking your arm around her waist. Lottie laid behind you, her chest flush with your back, a hand combing through your hair soothingly.

“Our perfect girl,” Natalie said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You belong to us.”

You chuckled softly, nodding. “I think you made that clear.”

“Good.”