#irida x reader

It has now been over a year since you first arrived in Hisui. You did your very best to adjust to local customs in a bid to appease the villagers, which worked more or less, but you still got quite homesick once certain dates came and went.

Today, it was February 14th. You had talked to Professor Laventon before, trying to figure out which holidays were celebrated in Jubilife, and you learned that although Galar and Unova celebrated Valentine's day, they were currently the only regions that did.

You were originally hoping to use the holiday to impress your crush, but if they had no idea why you got them a gift, would they understand the meaning behind it?

You decided to just roll with it, purchasing a nice pack of sweets from the candy stand, asking Bonn to wrap them extra nice. Gift in hand, you set out to find the one person you couldn't take your mind off of all this time.

Approaching them, you gave a quick greeting, and quickly started to explain the reason for your visit. "It's a holiday where I'm from", you said, suddenly shy, your bravery fading once you actually stood in front of them. "It's tradition to gift sweets or flowers to someone you really like. The receiving person may reciprocate a month later, but you really don't have to! I just wanted you to know... I appreciate you."

You held out the bundle of sweets in front of you, hopeful that they understood your meaning, waiting for their answer.

Adaman

Adaman's mind is as sharp as his face is handsome. He understood immediately, honestly having a hunch as to what your visit was about when you greeted him all shy and cute

Of course he accepts your generous gift! The effort put into it was obvious, you hand-selected the flavours to be of berries he mentioned in passing he enjoyed, with the packaging being a beautiful combo of shades of blue

You scuttled of rather quickly, before he managed to invite you to stay for dinner

It annoyed him that he didn't have a gift in return; had he asked more about you in the past, he could have known about the customs from your homeland. It certainly would have impressed you

But, the past can't be changed, so he looks towards the future; one that involves you by his side, hopefully

This man is neither a cook nor a baker, so he asks the ladies in the settlement to help him out. Rumours about their leader crushing on the hero of Hisui were already swirling among the clan members, and the elder ladies were delighted to hear that their Adaman was finally making a move. He would always stay their baby, after all, no matter how old he was or which position he held

Everyone really came together. The whole affair escalated into a bake-off, in which the winner's pastry got to be the gift Adaman would present to you. He didn't complain much, finding the perfect gift for you would never be a waste of time. Plus, he got to taste-test everything

On the 14th of March, he made his way to the village, pastry wrapped in a nice, patterned cloth (also vetted by the Diamond clan's ladies), ready to return the favor

He intended to ask you for courtship today, but his usual bravado was nowhere to be seen when he handed you the sweet treat, completely enthralled by your smiling face. Well, maybe on his next visit

Akari

She already has her mouth full of candy before you can finish your explaination

She's very intrigued, curious as always, and runs straight to the professor after waving goodbye to you

Akari promptly bombards Laventon with all kinds of questions. What's Valentine's about? How did it come to be? Why do people give gifts? Does the White Day gift have to be white??

Poor Laventon, he has no idea about that either. He only knows to give his wife a nice bouqet and cook dinner, everything else is lost on him as well

"Bouqet and dinner... Sounds easy enough! Thanks prof!" Before he could stop her, Akari had already run off, on a mission to source ingredients and flowers

Thankfully, Choy managed to talk her down from buying everything right away, explaining that the ingredients would go bad in a month's time. Akari was just so excited, she wanted to give you something right away!

It was getting dark when she found you again, about to go into your room. She ran up to you, almost barreling into you, stopping just centimeters in front of your face

"Hey! So. I know you said "in a month", but that's, like, in a month! So I got you this so you know I like you too right away!" Akari beamed at you, revealing the freshly picked flowers from behind her back, thrusting them into your face

Apparently she pulled them out by their roots. They still had a bit of dirt on them. But you didn't mind. Her gusto and enthusiasm for everything she did was what made you fall for her in the first place, after all

Irida

This girl is flabberghasted that you managed to pull a fast one on her. She always imagined herself to be the one to confess, by sunset at the beach preferrably, starting a beautiful courtship immediately and getting married in the spring-

Irida has a type A personality, preferring to plan out everything in advance. But how could she plan something she had no idea existed!

Of course, she gratefully accepted your gift, trying desperately to appear as unbothered as possible. It was so very very sweet of you to get her something, and she wanted to make sure you knew how much she appreciated it

At the same time, she tried to sneakily press you for more information on Valentine's and White Day. She swore then that would get you the perfect gift in return

The next month was spent planning and preparing. As embarrassing as she found it, Irida asked for advice from Palina, since her bestie had more experience with romance than her

"Well, I always melt when Iscan cooks for me", she said, her hand flying to her cheek, reminiscing about their secret dates in the coastlands and all the little things that made her fall for her fiance

Irida can cook. She totally can. She hasn't burned anything in-

Okay maybe she shouldn't cook. But the dinner idea was still very nice, and she knew exactly how to make it work

On White Day, you woke up to a note at your door, inviting you to the Wallflower at sunset. You could barely focus on anything else all day, excited to see whothe mysterious note-writer turned out to be

Arriving at the restaurant, you were greeted by a beautifully arranged table. Flowers, placemats, the whole shebang, not to mention a very nervous Irida sitting before you

"I thought talking over dinner would be nice", she said, blush taking over her face, "I wanted to make an effort, after you gave me such a nice gift."

Rei

Poor guy is completely flustered. A love holiday? And you chose him to give a gift to?? Oh wow. Oh my. That's... He's speechless. Completely. Which leads to him not say another words before waving goodbye and retreating to his room to calm down

It took him a whole hour to calm down enough to be able to leave the room without blushing profusely. But, if anything, it made him determined to not make you regret choosing him. He would give you a proper gift in return, in a month's time, as your tradition dictates

... Only he had no idea what to get you. And who could he ask, honestly? Akari claimed to know all about romance, but her advice was usually questionable. Laventon seemed like a good choice, until he remembered the disaster how his wedding anniversary a few months ago. In general, he eliminated the men he knew from his list. Kamado and Beni were still on your shit-list after the exile thing, and Ingo was... Confused, at the best of times

Which left him with the one woman he trusted most. The only sensible choice, really. Stepping into her office, Rei explained his plight, asking for her advice

"I see. That is complicated, yes." Cyllene stroked her chin, deep in thought. "You may have heard about flowers and sweets, but someone like them desires something different altogether. Lucky for you, your skills will prove useful."

It was a simple plan Cyllene outlined for him, and he truly wondered how he didn't think of it himself. He got to work immediately, tinkering with the gift for many nights until it was perfect. Now all he had to do was wait for March

In the morning hours of March 14th, just after the sun rose, you awoke to a soft knock on your door, opening it to reveal a very nervous Rei holding a rather large box

"Uhm... For, uh... For White day..." He practically shoved the box into your hands, quickly making his escape to around the corner, where he hoped you wouldn't see him peeking

Perplexed, you chuckled at his antics, and opened the box to find... Hyperballs?

"You won't have to craft for weeks! Hopeyoulikeitbyeeeee" Rei shouted from around the corner, sprinting towards Galaxy Hall, not looking back

Volo

He knows about Valentine's Day, actually. He's deeply interested in cultures of all kinds, and holidays are a central component of them. Besides, the guild kept droning on about "Valentine's sales" in other regions, so it was impossible to not hear about it

He tactically didn't get you anything. He wanted to see wether you were still interested in him first, since the whole Giratina thing created a rather big rift in your relationship. If he got you a gift and you rejected him, his ego would never recover

Of course, he had the perfect gift locked and loaded for weeks. Volo is an overthinker, obsessing over details and potential outcomes, so he took care of that early on. Now, he only had to get you alone, which proved much trickier than anticipated

While you didn't outright tell anyone what happened on Mt. Coronet, it was clear to everyone that something happened between you two, and your friends were less than amused. Whatever it was, they were sure that you had a good reason to be as angry at Volo as you were, and they did everything in their power to keep him away from you

Which was fine, for a while. Until your anger faded and you were ready to forgive him. Your friends though, bless them, still ran interference, suspicious and unwilling to entrust him with you

His best bet might be to slip in your room at night, although he was sure the night guards would have something to say about that. Perhaps a scheduled meeting, then? Slipping you a note should be easy enough

Which is what he did the next time you stopped by the guild wagon. "Obsidian Fieldlands, Floaro Gardens, March 14, 7pm"

He tried to tell himself that this was no big deal. If you came, great. If you didn't, he'd just cry himself to sleep for the rest of his life. No biggie

That day, you left early in the morning, off to do your survey work. Volo didn't know to which region of Hisui you went; he could only hope you were on your way to the fieldlands

You once told him that this time of year saw new Cherubi sprouting, perhaps you were off to research them? Before everything, he would have never bothered to remember something as miniscule as this. You really managed to soften him up, he thought

Sunset rolled around and Volo made his way to the flower fields, nervous despite himself. He wouldn't fault you for hating him, for playing a prank with the gift you gave him, making him think there was a chance after all-

There you stood, among the Gracidea flowers, looking as nervous as he felt. Since you actually showed up, surely you would hear him out, right?

Once you exchanged greetings, Volo took off that ridiculously big backpack, rummaging through it to produce an envelope

"All the rage in Galar, or so I've heard", he said, handing it to you. Sceptically, you opened it to find... A card? "I understand we aren't exactly... Lovers, at this point, but I thought this might be a first step to smoothing things over."

Opening the card, you began to read what could only be described as the most rueful love letter you have ever seen

"My dearest, my regrets run deeper than the caves of the highlands, farther than the vastness of Hisui itself. To see your beautiful eyes shimmer with tears broke my heart anew, and I finally realized-"

☄️ After he notices your lack of appetite, be it from being unconscious for many hours or just being too exhausted to do anything, he sighs and accepts his fate. People avoid the canned soup aisle as he stares at the options intensely. He has no idea which of these works best. You wake up to a knock on the door and French onion soup in a bowl. You wonder his plans.

☄️ Even if you're crying in front of him (his literal one weakness), he is refusing to touch you. The Team Galactic Boss does not want to be ill. Ever. The idea of his admins funnelling into his apartment annoyed him. Though, he does feel awful for your condition. You get a Weavile or Crobat to cuddle with, depending on your preference. (Crobat makes a great pillow, but Weavile's purrs help with headaches. Choose wisely.)

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Everything felt bad. Your head pounded, your throat tickled, every time you coughed or sneezed you felt more and more upset. The stuffiness allowed no more blowing your nose for now. Tears blurred your eyes as you felt alone. Hiccuping quietly to yourself, you reached for the tissues. A knock suddenly rasped from the door, a deep voice called out to you, “I am home and I brought more medicine.” You sighed. Cyrus did not seem to grasp that you had more than enough. The sound of a pokeball opening rang out, and a familiar cry soon followed. “Once more, I am apologetic that you have fallen ill. I hope my pokemon is a nice enough substitute for me in this time,” Cyrus spoke with finality before waking off. You laughed until you coughed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ Gross, he says, stepping away from you. He immediately tells you that you pushed yourself too far for Team Galaxy and demands you rest for a day or two. His friendly demeanour is always there, but always made you remember everything that happened between you both. You do as he says and wake up to a steaming cup of tea beside you alongside a warm rag on your forehead. It's obvious this was either his or Cogita's actions.

⭐️ He brings you whatever he thinks can help you with your symptoms. There's little in proper medicine during this period of time, but you get meals cooked with medicinal leeks and oran berries quite often. His concern is oddly apparent. You then remember that even things like the cold had a decent fatality rate in this time period. You're gifted little trinkets, too, that he thinks may help make you feel better.

⭐️ He's no cook, but having been on his own for a while, he does know how to make things that at least fall under edible. You awake to more of his medicinal soup at your bedside and start feeling a strange warmth in your chest despite the fog in your brain from sickness. Volo can be oddly sweet in his own way.

⭐️ He's not cuddling with you, even if you're begging him to. Volo will, however, sit near you and speak with you. You're updated on goings-on in Hisui and wonder how he manages to get this information despite having “vanished.” Sometimes, his hand drifts near yours and holds it for a moment. The soft warmth from him is much appreciated. You do swear that you wake up and feel a warm spot in the futon beside you, but Volo never is around for you to question when it happens.

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You woke up from a nightmare, desperately gasping for air. The sudden amounts of air triggered a coughing fit and had you leaning forward as your head throbbed from the sinus pressure swelling in your head. The door to your small, shared home slid open, and a hand rubbed your back. Volo's hair was down and running over his shoulders gorgeously as his stormy eye gazed at you intensely. The emotional high came down, and you managed to regain your breath. Laying back down, you sighed as he ringed out a rag to lay across your forehead. “… If only this happened after you received the last of the plates,” he sighed, “Do get better, my angel.” You nodded and sneezed into a hand cloth. He grimaced. His face almost made you laugh.

⚡️Elesa🌟

⭐️ Panics when you start showing symptoms. Immediately searching whatever could be wrong with you while also forcing you to lay down. A humidifier is plugged and tissues are left on the bedside table. Her next thoughts are if she needs to take off work and what to do if she gets sick, too. She tries to recall what she knows about sickness and debates asking help from her friends.

⭐️ She goes to buy medicine and returns with a distressing amount. The idea of seeing you in pain bothers her too much. She's quickly concocting a potion of medications, but you'll likely need to ask her to slow it down a little. She's just worried for you, in the end, but her panic results in a potion of bone hurting more than a cold cure. Small gifts of chocolates or similar things are left for you, too, as a surprise.

⭐️ Her cooking is not… the best. She's a busy woman that doesn't have the time to settle down and cook, but she does know a guy. A certain train adjacent man comes over and helps her make soup for you, to which she eagerly gifts you while offering to feed you. If you're feeling lethargic enough, there probably won't be a question, just your girlfriend making sure you eat something. (She also aggressively makes health teas for you to drink to help you stay hydrated and get some extra vitamins you might be lacking).

⭐️ She knows she shouldn't, but seeing you so ill and pitiful, she crawls into bed with you and cuddles you. Elesa tries to massage your temples to help with any head pain and presses a sneaky kiss or two to your cheek. The gym leader coos over your weakened state while trying to make sure you feel comfortable. She also leaves her Ampharos to keep you company as a cuddly friend when she has work.

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You coughed so hard that your head pulsed with pain during each nearly involuntary actions. It was unknown where you caught this vulgar affliction, but when you found out, you would attack whoever passed it along. Ampharos nuzzled into you with a quiet bleat. Electric types always held a pleasant warmth. Just as you were drifting off from the soft comfort of your girlfriend's pokemon, the door of the room opened. Elesa peered in carefully, steaming bowl of soup in her hands. “Oh!” her face grew flustered, “Sorry, sweetie… Ingo brought you some more soup, since he was worried when I said you really weren't eating a lot.” She held the bowl forward. You smiled. Her friends were extremely kind. “It's okay,” you managed to respond, “His cooking is really nice; I'll have some.” She giggled and took a seat beside you, setting the bowl on the night stand. You managed to raise up from the embrace of the sheep and enjoy a nice meal with some banter from your lover.

❄️Irida🦪

⚪️ Poor thing is heavily concerned when you get sick. Obviously, getting sick in this time period isn't something preferred. Especially when you're a member of a rural clan in a region that has had little to no modern development. She demands that you take time off from your Survey Corps work and rest. Irida will go to Kamado if you don't request it yourself. Preferably, too, she can keep you in the Pearl Settlement, but she also acknowledges the benefit of the Galaxy Team's more advanced medical knowledge.

⚪️ Medicine isn't exactly the same as it is modernly, so you're more likely given herbal teas and ground up spices to help with your affliction. If you need to be cooled, she leaves her dear Glaceon at your side, but if you need to be warmed, you're given her Flareon. There's little she can do outside of keeling you company and hoping you get better. She may start hunting for a Blissey if her concern gets bad enough. The legends of their caring natures and healing capabilities aren't unknown to her, after all.

⚪️ You are often shaken awake from your sickness induced slumber to be offered a warm bowl of soup with plenty of medicinal leaks and oran berries inside to help with your health or a tea that's made from herbs that are believed to help manage pain and sickness. She's incredibly soft in these moments, chiding you lightly about not getting proper nutrients. The Pearl Clan leader knows she's seen you go against Noble pokemon at their most powerful, but she can't help but worry. Maybe using all your energy against them left you vulnerable. She'd try to ask the Sinnoh for help, but you captured it. (This helps her believe you'll get better. After all, no ordinary person could capture such powerful pokemon and wield them.)

⚪️ She does maintain a slight distance until you're seemingly getting better. Irida would remain at your beside during the worst parts of your sickness, but during the more manageable moments, she let you rest your head in her lap and stroked your hair. Often, she suggests you sit in the hot springs, but you jokingly ask her to join you in that case. Her face is deadly serious when she says she will. In the end, you would say her kindness and conversation made you feel better than any of the medicines, admittedly.

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Irida has always found solace in the beautiful, sweeping landscape of Hisui. The dips and curves of hills, the delicate flow of cobalt rivers, the branching forests dappled with colorful leaves… She could never understand people who refused to stand and admire the glorious space because of the “biting cold”.

As a clan leader, Irida doesn’t get enough free time to just be herself. To just sit back against a hardy tree trunk and gaze over the sprawling fields, thanking Almighty Sinnoh for the space It provides. She would never relent to the Diamond Clan’s beliefs and perception of The Almighty, but she often wishes she had more time to herself. But Hisui is unforgiving, and so she settles for slinking off to be on her lonesome for moments at a time.

Being alone allows her mind to breathe, pondering thoughts other than clan business. Mainly, what she would do if she didn’t have leaderly duties to attend to, and it’s in these moments that she finds her mind wandering off to you. It’s only natural, the beauty of the land could only be rivaled by, well, you!

Yes, if she had more time, she would spend it with you. She loves the Pearl Clan with her whole heart and soul, but if she could put their business on the back-burner for a day or two, she would take it, just to be with her dearest love. 

Irida is always going to and fro, visiting the clan settlement, Jubilife Village, and the places where the Pearl Clan’s dear Nobles reside, and so she occasionally gets to see you. Sometimes she calls out, wanting nothing more than to speak with you and spend time with you and just revel in your presence. Other times, she says nothing at all, content with watching you go about your day. Like still water, she can’t find it in herself to disturb the majesty unfolding in front of her. Simply seeing you makes her heart drum, because she knows that you will only be close to her for so long before she inevitably has to move on. 

Sigh… just thinking about all the times she’s forced to walk away hampers her spirit. Sure, Irida will see you again, at some point, and maybe, just maybe, you would get to spend time with one another, but that doesn’t prevent the bitter sting of parting…

Sometimes she wishes that Palina did take over the Pearl Clan. Irida knows that she’s a competent leader and all, but Lina would likely have been a better leader in general, having bigger ideas planned out for the clan in the coming years. But Lina didn’t get appointed, dwelling on the decision now does little.

As much as Irida loves Lina for all she’s done, she can’t help but be jealous. Because she’s not the leader, she has time to herself (when not tending to the late Lord’s progeny), time that can be spent with Iscan… Surely, if Irida didn’t become the leader, she could have time like that. She could have spent so much time with you. Time just being young and dumb and in love. No responsibilities, no greater duties, no looming deadlines or events needing to be taken care of, just you and her… 

Glaceon nudges the limp hand at her side, sensing the melancholy tone that has fallen over her wielder. The movement forces Irida out of her head and back into reality. Glaceon rubs her head against Irida’s hand, trying to bring her spirit up by reminding her of the present. Reminding her that she shouldn’t be stuck on what could be when she could get lost in what she already has…

Of course, Irida yearns for what she can not have. Everyone wants more time to spend with the people they love and to do the things they love. Such is human nature. But her partner is right. At least, Irida thinks that’s what glaceon is trying to tell her…

She needs to think about you. Not what she could do with you given more time, but what she can do with you in the moment. The small interactions spared in between long journeys across the land, the hastily written love-letters you two send when apart for too long (and the one’s Irida was too embarrassed to send), the days she managed to untangle herself from Clan work to spend with you and only you…

Oh, those are her favorite days. The one’s where you would take her by the hand and run through Jubilife, looking through the shops and pastures and The Wallflower. The one’s where you would set off into the wild, going wherever the wind took you. The one’s where you looked for rare pokemon (shinies, she believes is what you had called them)... The one’s where her day’s schedule was just you, you, you!

…Maybe she could convince Lina to look after the clan for a little bit, for just about a day. Or even two. Maybe three? Yes, three days would be perfect, just to take a little break with her lover. She would certainly understand, given her own relationship. She would take a few days off to spend with Iscan given the opportunity, so surely she wouldn’t mind helping Irida out, not when it was for the sake of love.

Yes, for love. Time for her and her beloved, her darling, her most beloved treasure. Time where she could sweep you off your feet and into her strong arms. She could bring you anything you wanted… She could give you anything you wanted… Hell, she could carry you as much as you wanted (at least, until she starts overheating). Your arms wrapped around her neck to steady yourself while your body is cradled in her own are reward enough.

Just three days to strengthen her most important relationship without the worry about the Pearl Clan or Team Galaxy, with the only disruption being the needy complaints of her partner (who was once again attempting to drag her away from her thoughts).

"So you agree?" Irida looked at you with expectant eyes and you scratched the back of your head. You had been called to her place in the bitter cold, the old man saying it was an important business meeting, and here you were. Irida and Adaman asking if you wanted to join them in a threesome.

Apparently they both liked you, far more than they should, and the main issue is they wouldn't want a clan feud over romance. So they decided, if you were willing, to share. It wasn't just a threesome they were offering...but it was a perk.

"I mean..." You said, looking between the two clan leaders. They were both near your age and extremely attractive. Not to mention everything you had gone through with them. You literally fought both their gods with them standing right by your side. You didn't just like the two clan leaders, you were in love with them.

"You don't have to, if you're uncomfortable with it." Adaman said, though the pained look in his eyes was telling. You took in a deep breath before finally looking at the two leaders.

"I uh never said that. I just...don't know how we'd go about it is all." You barely had experience with a single partner, now you were being thrown into a polyamorous relationship? A thruple, if you recalled correctly.

Irida beamed, looking at you and then grabbing one of your hands. She brought it up to her lips and kissed your knuckles, "Then let us lead...please."

Adaman nodded in agreement, and he too had a goofy grin on his face like a purloin that caught the rattata. "We don't have a crazy amount of experience, but at least in the diamond clan sexuality is looked at as a very...free spirited thing."

"It's a bit more closed off in the pearl clan but it doesn't mean it's forbidden." Irida nodded. You swore if both of them had experience in this, you might actually die and see Arceus way sooner than expected.

Adaman had come closer, wrapping his arm around your waist from behind and began peppering kisses alongside your neck. Right as Irida came up to kiss you, noises were heard from outside the home. Someone cleared their throat and Irida and Adaman took a step away from you and you tried fixing up your clothes as to not look suspecious.

One of the pearl clan members came inside and looked at the three of you, "Perfect, you're all here! We just had notice of a time space distortion appearing close to the village." He said and Irida sighed.

"However...perhaps this will have to wait for a different time it seems." She said as she was already gathering her team. You already knew you were being dragged into this battle and were silently thankful it was happening, battling was far easier to manage than relationships. You knew you would eventually have to deal with it again though. The thought both terrified and excited you.

It should've come as no surprise then when not even a week later the three of you had set up camp in the outskirts, away from anyone in either clans and far from the Gingko Guild's travel route.

Adaman laid flat on his back, his cock burrowing into you while Irida sat on his face. Her hands sprawled over his chest as she grinded her cunt on his mouth, whimpering at the sensation while you rode him to the best of your abilities.

You had no clue how long you two had been at this, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour. Your legs burned from the exertion but the pleasure that coursed through you every single time you hilted back on Adaman had your eyes rolling back.

AFAB

Irida leaned closer, pulling you by the back of your neck and locking you into a kiss. You moaned into her mouth as her hand came up and rolled over your clit. It was just the right amount of stimulation you needed to be coming again on Adaman's cock.

Adaman groaned, pushing Irida slightly off him as he bucked up into your hips. "S-so tight." He murmured as Irida sat back down. The lewd slurping noises would've normally had you blushing bright red, but at the time you couldn't find it in you to care.

Irida bit down on your lip, opening it up so she could deepen the kiss. She let out a high pitched mewl as she came on Adaman's face, rolling her hips even more and Adaman had to hold her steady or else he'd really die from eating her out.

She was shaking and it wasn't long before you felt Adaman tense up, his warm seed filling your cunt up.

AMAB

Irida leaned forward, pulling you closer to her and locking your lips together. Her hand went over, running over your weeping cock and spreading some of the precum to help lube her up. You groaned into her mouth as she began working her cock at the same time you were riding Adaman.

You needed barely any stimulation to be coming on your stomach and her hand, gasping for breath against her lips. Your eyes half lidded as you tried to process what was going on.

The lewd slurping noises from Adaman still eating out Irida was all you needed to come back, blushing from the sound and wondering what she tasted like.

Irida let out a high pitched moan, coming on Adaman's face and rolling her hips against him. Adaman had to hold her up so she wouldn't completely collapse on his face and suffocate him.

You felt Adaman tense up underneath you, filling you with his seed as he groaned, finally coming to his peak.

Gender Neutral Ending

All three of you took a moment, breathing deeply and trying to catch your breath. Irida was the first to move, moving away from Adaman's face and actually laughing at his wet, but blissed out face. She grabbed one of the many towels and tossed it on Adaman's face and he shot her a glare before wiping his face off.

You were still saddled on his cock as he leaned up and grabbed your chin, giving you a short but passionate kiss. You could taste Irida on his lips and groaned into the kiss, wishing you could've gotten a more direct taste. Next time. You'd do that next time.

Irida slapped your thigh and got your attention, "You going to sit on him all day, or are we going to get cleaned up?" She teased and you rolled your eyes. You winced as you got up and off Adaman, your thighs burning from working muscles you never really used.

Adaman helped you and couldn't help but swallow a lump in his throat as he watched his seed drip out of your hole. Irida brought him back, smacking him with a towel.

"Well stop staring and start helping them." She said and Adaman stuck out his tongue.

"So demanding for someone falling apart on my tongue earlier." Adaman noted as he grabbed the towel and flipped you on your back. The towel was damp as it ran across your sex, cleaning up the cum that was seeping out.

"I should've suffocated you when I had the chance." Irida murmured, finishing cleaning herself off and she looked between you two. "Next time you should feel his mouth though; it has at least one good quality."

"Damn, gotta love this sweet pillow talk." You laughed, sitting back up and looking over at your two new lovers.

"Romance is our specialty." Adaman said with a shrug, pulling you back in for a kiss.

"So what's for dinner, by the way? Doubt Beni is willing to travel off in the middle of nowhere for room service." All three of you, despite the activities, were still looking pretty awake and your stomach was starting to feel empty. You looked between the two leaders who had sheepish grins on their faces.