#melran

Look out for her. That was the favor that had been asked of Sevika. She didn't need to be kept out of trouble, according to Lest. She could apparently handle herself, but it couldn't hurt to have someone around as insurance until Lest met her. Clients could get demanding. Schedules moved around. And the last thing anyone on this side of the bridge needed was a member of the council falling too far down into their crack in the earth and not surfacing again. Another excuse for Topside to interfere. To try and crush them for the hundredth time in so many years.

So she brought Ran with her and lurked near the lounge Lest had named. It wasn't down in The Lanes. No, it was up by the surface. She knew the building they were leaning up against well. Part of the roof had been destroyed at one point. When she was too young to be allowed somewhere like this; they had turned it into a skylight for whoever wanted to trip and stare up into the void. One of the few places in Zaun where you could do that. Watch the stars. She placed a joint between her lips and glanced to the side. Ran flicked open the lighter in their right hand - the mechanical one - and lit up for her. She took a long drag and blew it out in their face. They smirked at her and tucked the lighter back in their pocket.

"Whoever spots her first gets to drive," she said. She passed the joint to Ran.

"You don't mean that," they said. They puffed on it a couple of times before they handed it back. They slouched against the wall with their right shoulder nearly touching her cloak on the left side. They were dressed in their usual black and white with a single pop of color on them. A light blue handkerchief sticking out of their right pocket. Dangling freely and out in the open. They breathed in when Sevika exhaled another lungful of heady smoke in their direction.

"Course I don't." They flagged on the right for a reason. She tapped their right hip with the back of her left hand through her cloak. "Even if I did, you already lost. Look." She nodded in the direction of a figure headed their way. Even in a crowd, she was unmistakable.

Mel Medarda. The richest person in Piltover. If she had thought that wearing black would make her harder to spot, she had been completely wrong. For one, the layers of dark fabric concealing her were far too luxurious, pouring over her in long, curving lines of shadow that still managed to be shiny. The edges of the fabric were embroidered with gold, hell, even her pretty little heels looked like they were solid gold. Was she trying to draw some kind of dangerous attention? Even if she didn't look like she'd keep anyone on the street with her flush for ten years, the way she carried herself made her look out of step with the crowd. Her movements were lithe and deliberate in a way that radiated authority. The sky had darkened enough for a few stars to come blinking into view, and her face was shadowed by what had to be silk wrapped around her head.

Sevika wondered if it was thin enough to be wound into something like a rope. She supposed she might find out soon. She watched the other woman draw closer, moving with the flow of the people around them toward the lounge with the fluidity of someone who knew where they were going. Good on her to fake that. According to Lest, this was their first time meeting here. She filled her lungs with more smoke. Savored the burn and the fogginess it brought as she shared it with Ran. This wasn't even meant to be a job. If they were lucky, Lest was around the corner somewhere and they'd have time for some real cruising before they had to buckle down again.

As she got within a few yards, clearly headed for the line at the entrance, Ran pushed off the wall behind them. Sevika turned to grab them by the shoulder with her right hand. "Hold off for a second." She didn't comment on them slumping back with their shoulder leaned against hers. Or on their hand wandering behind them to brush against the front of her pants through her cloak. They knew she was hard packing, but hopefully it wouldn't distract them too much just yet.

The two of them continued to watch, burning the joint between them down to nothing as their target -well, Lest wouldn't want her friend thought of that way- at the back of the line. Sevika was pleasantly surprised. She had expected her to try and cut. She still stood out as she inched her way down the line. Both for her excellent posture as she clasped her delicate-looking hands behind her back and for the insane curve of her ass, even in extra layers of fabric. How in the hell she was carrying all of that around and not shaking the ground under her was a mystery.

Ran stomped the last ember out underfoot as she reached the front and glanced over their shoulder at their boss. She gave them a curt nod and pushed them off her, striding ahead as they followed with their hands tucked into their pockets. She passed the line, reaching the bouncer just as he was telling the Councilor that he wasn't letting her in without a name or updated password.

She caught a snatch of the other woman's voice just before she spoke up. Low, resonant and smooth. And without a hint of the bitchiness she would have expected. Good on Lest. This favor would be worthwhile for sure.

"She's with me, Mike. Lest is catching up with us later," she said. Was she standing far too close? Absolutely. But Mel Medarda hadn't budged.

The bouncer looked between the two of them. What a sight they must make. And with Ran lingering behind the stranger. Caging her in between the three of them. Sevika looked down. Shameless as she took her chance to appreciate the ass she had been admiring from a far. If she got her way, and she was sure as hell she would, it would be planted in her lap or on her face before Lest got here.

"No problem, Sevika." Mike stepped to the side, and Sevika shoved the door open with her right hand. She stopped it with her foot and gestured for the other two to follow. Mel Medarda glided in with that same grace as before. As if this had been her plan all along. Sevika still couldn't quite see her face. She caught sight of a sharp chin, a narrow jaw and long, lovely neck adorned with gold. So much gold.

The lounge was lit in dim shades of green, yellow, and purple. Bulbs sparking with the same power source as most of the augmentations that circulated throughout the city, warmly glowing lamps burning acrid oil and throwing colors through their stained glass onto surfaces and faces alike. The real draw, though, and the source of all the violet in the air, was shimmer being peddled in its most popular forms; liquid and gas. Swirling in glasses of every shape and size, floating through the air, permeating the atmosphere. More eyes than not were flashing purple.

A host dressed in shades of lavender approached them before any more guests were let in. She met Ran's eyes over Sevika's shoulder and gave them a little wave first, hugging a tray of warped green glass against her chest with her other hand. They gave her a little smile and waved right back, wiggling their mechanical fingers. She cleared her throat before looking up to Sevika, trying to tame the coy curl of her lips. But not that hard.

"Nice to see you again, Sevika. Is it just the three of you?" she asked. She glanced over at Ran again. She didn't seem to have eyes for their new guest at all aside from counting her for the sake of seating.

"We're meeting Lest in a while. She should have her spot ready," she said.

The hostess nodded. "It is! Can I get you anything while you head up there?"

"One mist cart if you've got 'em. I know they're popular as hell now," Ran said.

The hostess stepped closer to Sevika, but she leaned toward them. "There's supposed to be a waiting list for the next round, but I'll get you the first one as soon as it's ready." She gave them a little wink and stepped to the side, gesturing toward a bend in the aisle running between the tables of this first room. There was a thick curtain pooling on the floor with a staircase behind it. This time, Ran took a step ahead and pulled it to the side so Sevika could pass through with Mel Medarda following her. She still hadn't hesitated.

The wrought iron staircase curved twice, the first curve leading out into a mezzanine that overlooked the first floor with couches instead of tables. Further up was their destination. A floor segmented into discrete rooms separated by a winding, narrow hallway lit only by a few lanterns. The conversations and other interactions taking place behind the doors were muffled.

Mel was tempted to tune in as she passed them by. What got discussed here? She knew what she intended to speak with Lest about. Was it the norm or was she an anomaly? Among those who were actually speaking, that was. This was technically not a brothel, but a private room was a private room. She directed her attention forward again. To woman Lest had told her about. Almost a warning. Not for her being dangerous, though she had an air of brutality to her; Lest knew Mel better than to act as if that would be a concern. No, Lest had warned her that Sevika might be a bit too much her taste. The side of it she almost never got to indulge in. And she had been absolutely right. Most of her body was concealed by the heavy red cloak she wore, but the glimpses Mel had gotten? The sheer bulk of her right arm? The shapely curves of her legs? She was sold. And that didn't even include the gentleman she had brought with her. The one who had practically made the hostess swoon.

She steeled herself to keep from smiling as Sevika opened the door at the end of the hall.

The room was larger than she had expected. Perhaps it owed that to its position on this floor. It was curved outward away from the door, lit by more lanterns, with a massive couch tucked into the far wall, surrounded by more rich fabric that reminded her of the comfortable outfittings not just across the bridge but further out. Back in Noxus. All deep, dark colors and enticing textures. Her fingers curled in on themselves, her long nails digging slightly into her palm as she scanned the pillows and blankets piled onto the couch and imagined how it would feel to sink into it with hands on her.

"When do you estimate Lest will join us?" she said. She heard the door shut behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and was greeted by the sight of her other chaperone. The one with one eye concealed and only one color to be seen on their entire body. Did it mean what she thought it might mean?

"Dunno. Her schedule's always changing," Sevika said. She pulled her cloak off and draped it over an upholstered wooden chair in a corner by the side of the couch. There was a small, tall wooden table and another chair in a different style there as well, mirroring a trio of pieces on the other side of the couch. The table had a copper bucket with a couple of bottles sticking out of it. She picked up the one made of deep blue glass and dropped into the empty chair by the table. "We might be here a while. You should get comfortable."

Ran passed behind Mel and went to the metal rack of cups on the wall, plucking three from their cradles and placing them on the table by Sevika. They took the bottle from her and uncorked it with their metal fingers so they could pour. Sevika took the first glass as soon as they stopped and swirled it around with her right hand. They resisted the urge to see what look Mel was giving her. They had already spotted her eyeing the other woman from behind and knew the plans they two had of cruising had probably just changed.

"Do I get to know both of the names of my babysitters or shall I make something up?" Mel asked. She wasn't sure where she was supposed to look. Sevika's face was a masterpiece of sculpted lines, all sharp features save for her kohl-darkened eyes and full lips. Her body was similarly composed of enticing muscle and dramatic, sweeping curves, all offset by the marvel of engineering that was her left arm - a masterpiece of frosted glass, copper, and brass that culminated in wicked-looking clawed fingers. She sat with her legs splayed open, her body language casually domineering. Even the way she gripped her glass was tempting. Had Mel really been so busy that she was fawning over a stranger's fingers? Gods, had Lest planned this to help her blow off some steam?

Ran had poured the other two glasses and set the bottle back in the bucket to stay cold. They tapped their glass against Sevika's and turned around, leaning against the edge of the table with one arm braced beside their hip. "What would you call me, Miss Medarda?"

Mel met the one dark green eye peering out at her from their handsome, androgynous face. Their lips were painted black, and their eyes were lightly shadowed with more of the same shade. The stark white of their shirt contrasted not only the rest of the room, but their companion and their own accessories. Was that harness stretching across their chest made of leather? It looked like it might be. Her fist tightened further behind her back. "Do I get that drink if you like what I have in mind?"

They pushed off the table and slowly stepped toward her. They didn't have the same sway to their movements as Sevika, and they held out their yet untouched glass to her with the same slight smile they had given the hostess. "I'd give you what you want without it."

Mel took the glass, keeping one of her hands tucked behind her back, and raised it to them in a small salute. "That is much appreciated, but I would like to retain my manners for the time being. What shall it be, then?"

They tucked a hand into their left pocket, the mechanical fingers of their right one twisting the light blue handkerchief tied to their belt. "It's up to you, Miss Medarda."

"Their name's Ran." Sevika got up from the chair, swapping the drink they had poured from her right hand to her left. Her right hand landed heavily on their shoulder. "They'd probably prefer you call 'em a good boy, though." She tightened her grip on their shoulder and leaned down closer to their ear. "Isn't that right?" Now that she was closer, her left cheek turned toward Mel, the other woman's eyes were drawn to the branching network of glowing blue scars that ran from beneath her left eye underneath her clothes.

Ran's tongue darted out to lick their darkly painted lips and they nodded. "Sure. It's up to you, though, Miss Medarda." Now they were saying it in a more pointed way. It had been teasing before. Now it felt like a title. The look they were giving her was growing more heated by the second, their previously easy posture bowing beneath the hand on their shoulder and presence behind them.

"You can call me Mel," she said. She crossed her arm under her chest, resting her elbow on her own wrist and holding the glass they had given her by her face. She gave Sevika a critical look. "What is this meant to be, then? Are you offering your companion to me? Is that why Lest asked you to meet me here?"

Sevika huffed and shook her head. "I'm sure Lest would rather be here with us or just with you." She paused and took a sip of her drink, giving Mel a very purposeful and slow sweep of her frosty gray eyes. "We had plans to pick up someone, but we got luckier than we expected." This woman was almost hard to look at. Her face was barely the start of it. Flawless, deep brown skin, a high, open forehead adorned with a gold headpiece and swept over by tightly wound twists. Arched brows with tiny little loops coiled underneath them. Captivating dual-colored eyes of amber and green framed with deep purple shadows and yet more gold beneath them. A gently sloping nose flanked with more sparkles that sat atop a beautifully full mouth. Her chin was narrow, her cheekbones prominent, and the line of her jaw spoke to a level of stubbornness that Sevika new would spell trouble for her.

Mel squared her shoulders and tilted her head as she met the other woman's eyes. They were still clear. She was still in control. "You're quite presumptuous to assume I am already sold on both of you. What if I just want the good boy?" She gestured to them with her glass and took her own sip. The flavor was harsh but not wholly unpleasant. She wouldn't mind finishing what she had already been served.

Sevika shoved at their shoulder, and they dropped to their knees with a soft sigh. "Keep your hands to yourself," she told them. Then tucked her thumb into the waistband of her low-rise pants. "You want 'em? You can have 'em." Below her, Ran nodded slightly, their hands resting on their thighs. "You seem like you'd want more of a challenge, though. Think you can get me on my knees?"

Mel hadn't meant to follow her hand and let her gaze linger on the perfectly cut muscles she was showing off with her cropped shirt and low pants. It had to be on purpose, how low they sat on her temptingly wide hips. And the visible bulge in them, previously hidden by the thick cloak she had removed was as open a statement of her intentions as anything else. She could even see a dark stripe of leather peeking out above that absurdly low waistband. Was it meant to match Ran? Her attention snapped upward again, and she smiled as she raised her chin. Was she leaning in closer to Sevika? To Ran, still kneeling beneath them? Maybe just a little bit. "I am certain I will."

Sevika's eyes darkened, and she knocked back the rest of her drink. She dropped the glass on the rug-covered floor and grabbed Mel by the side of the neck, pulling her into a kiss. She could feel Ran leaning back against her legs. She had told them not to touch Mel, and that was going to be a lot more difficult soon. She should give them an order. Tell them she wanted their hands taking this gorgeous woman apart. Instead, she was tugging the scarf away from Mel's head to reveal the elaborate updo of her dark hair. She slotted their mouths together and found with a flare of heat that Mel was not shying away from her in the slightest.

Mel leaned up onto her toes and curled her fingers into the tiny gap in the patches of fabric that formed Sevika's shirt. Her sharp, shiny nails lightly scraped the other woman's skin as she drew her full bottom lip between her own. Sevika tasted like the bitter, somewhat spicy liquor they were sharing. Like herbal smoke and tobacco and pure debauchery. Her grip on the fabric in her hand tightened, and she felt an answering squeeze of the large, warm hand curling around the back of her neck. She was clutching the glass Ran had given her so hard it caused an audible screech that nearly made her flinch. Then suddenly it was gone.

Ran plucked the glass from the Councilor's delicate fingers. They took care not to brush her skin with their own. Not yet, at least. They were practically salivating over the sight above them, their lips curled into a sultry smile as they watched Mel tugging at Sevika's clothes with both hands and Sevika answered by plunging her tongue into the other woman's mouth. Both of them were breathless already, the space between them - the space Ran occupied - growing smaller as they pulled each other closer. Ran's tight black pants were getting tighter by the second, too, but they kept their hands away from the growing bulge there. Instead, they leaned back a bit further, pressing their full weight against Sevika's legs. They felt her shift and watched her finally tear her mouth from Mel's.

"Show her why you're flagging light blue, boy," Sevika said. She reached down with her left hand and ruffled their blunt black hair with her claws, drawing another soft sound from them. She still had her right hand grasping the back of Mel's neck, digging her fingertips in and watching the other woman's plush lips part. She pulled her into another heated kiss as she felt Ran move beneath them. Her left hand came to rest on Mel's hip, and she heard the hydraulic mechanism in it kick into overdrive just before a burst of violet vapor escaped from her artificial bicep when that lovely, gold-adorned hand reached up to grab at her right arm.

Ran drained the glass they had offered her; it was bad manners, but it would prevent a spill later. They set the glass aside then reached up to untangle Mel from more of her shawl. There was no reason for her to hide from them or Sevika. The fabric revealed as they unwound more black silk from her curving frame was stark white. It brought a broader smile to their lips; monochrome like them, was she? Though with more gold accents than copper or brass. It suited her well. They stroked their way up the exposed skin of her legs. The slits on either side of her legs were surprisingly high, allowing them unrestricted access nearly all the way to her hips.

Mel felt a cascade of tingles racing up her legs from the hands caressing her, yet more sparks raining down from the back of her neck where Sevika’s fingers provided a relentless, demanding pressure. She bowed back for both of them, now grateful she had lingered by the door. She needed something to brace herself against as she felt lips pressing to the side of her thigh, a hand wrapping around her other one beneath the long back panel of her dress. She still pulled Sevika down with her, nails scratching the bulging bicep in her hand as she sought more of the other woman's skin against her own. She couldn't get a breath in at all, but she had decided oxygen was quite overrated.

Sevika could tell when Ran had gotten on with things and made a real move on Mel, because she shifted on her feet and moaned into Sevika's mouth. She glanced down just in time to see them slipping something down Mel's long legs. A narrow strip of shiny black fabric. Black. Knowing she was wearing that under all this pristine white amused her. Maybe she had wanted someone to take it down for her. She drew Mel's bottom lip between her own as the other woman panted and clung tighter to her. "Don't worry, princess," she said, an openly sardonic tone in her voice. "We've got you."

"Oh, shut up," Mel said. She'd meant for there to be more venom in it. She sucked in a shuddering breath as she felt the front panel of her dress move, felt soft lips against her inner thigh. Two hands were still roaming her legs. One of them cool and hard, the other warm but still somewhat rough. Both of the people handling her like she was a toy to be shared between them had rough, strong hands. She was melting into them far faster than she had meant to. There was a slight prickling of those metal claws on her hip, brushing her upper thigh where the slit in her dress began. It was a complete contrast to the blunt metal fingertips digging into the back of her thigh, tugging for her to shuffle her feet and open her legs just a fraction wider.

"Yeah? Shut me up, then." Sevika watched those lovely brows furrowing, her eyes squeezed shut as Ran followed the order they had been given. She held the other woman steady even as she felt a light smack on her right bicep. She just scratched the back of Mel's neck, right where the elegant line of it met the base of her skull, and watched a shiver wrack her body. Seeing Ran move up higher on their knees drew her attention further down, and she was treated with the sight of their head vanishing completely under that front panel of her dress. Reaching its destination. "I'm waiting, princess," she said.

"Oh, fuck off," Mel moaned. A scorching tongue was between her legs, delving between the lips of her pussy and sliding back and forth with torturous slowness. She was torn between continuing to cling to Sevika for dear life and reaching down to grab a fistful of the short black hair tickling her inner thighs. She clenched around nothing as that long tongue dragged over her hardening clit and ripped a gasp out of her. The hands on her thighs were still roaming, stroking her back and forth with a hypnotic rhythm.

"Told you they were a good boy," she purred to Mel. She ran her left hand up her side, following the dip of her waist, feeling her bend so easily into her touch. "Isn't that right? You love it down there, don't you." She leaned to one side and lightly kicked Ran's ass as they lapped at Mel like she was the most delicious thing they had ever tasted. Her own mouth was watering over the thought of getting a taste for herself. Soon. Once the edge was taken off. Once Ran was pussy drunk and nonverbal and this gorgeous, cocky woman was trembling on her feet. She kicked them again with a bit more force and heard them moan in response.

"Do you ever…Quit talking?" Mel said. She had felt Ran moaning into her pussy, felt their body jerking forward and didn't understand why, because she couldn't keep her eyes open. She was falling into the hand on the back of her neck, the metal arm wrapping around her, clinging helplessly to the leather in one hand and digging her nails into the meat of the bicep in her other. Ran's tongue was splaying her open, stroking her with more pressure, lingering on her clit, sending wave after wave of a molten warmth through her whole body. She wouldn't beg them. Not because they weren't deserving of it, but because she didn't want to give the woman in front of her the satisfaction of hearing it. "They're doing…all of the work anyway."

Ran would have smiled if their mouth wasn't extremely busy. They expressed their gratitude by sliding their hands up the back of Mel's legs to grab the gloriously round ass they had admired on their way up here. Their fingers, metal and flesh alike, sank right in and drew a soft sound of satisfaction from them as they continued to stroke Mel's dripping pussy with their tongue. They craned their neck back, surrendering to the pressure of her thighs on either side of their head, their plush lips parted as their jaw worked to rub over her fluttering hole and twitching clit in turn. They hadn't been ordered not to tease; they flagged light blue out of a sheer love and hunger for giving head. Their goal wasn't to wring multiple orgasms from this gilded beauty right away, though. They wanted to savor her first, so they refused to linger where she was most sensitive just yet. Instead, they spread her further open with their hands and dipped the tip of their tongue inside of her to make her cry out. With bliss or frustration, they didn't know yet.

Sevika pressed Mel more flush against her to hold her up as her legs began to tremble. She needed her right hand free so she could start undoing the little circular buttons that ran down the back of the other woman's high-necked dress. The black lace paneling that framed her collarbone was pretty and all, but she was far more interested in getting that flawless-looking skin under her lips and between her teeth. And of course whatever was so nicely cradled by the cups slightly below that line of lace. The front of the dress sagged once some of the buttons had been undone, and Mel dug her nails into Sevika’s bicep again.

"Anything you take off me, I'm taking off you," she breathed. "Don't think I won't fight you for it. I can do two things at once." She grabbed the rolled up right sleeve of Sevika’s shirt and tugged on it, then reached for the bolts securing it to a panel of fabric covering her shoulder. Her brows furrowed in concentration even as her eyes kept fluttering shut from Ran greedily slurping at her, tormenting her by alternating between brief, blinding intensity and teasing licks.

"Those aren't buttons, princess," Sevika said. She was already halfway down Mel's back and not pausing as her dress sagged further, almost ready to be slipped off those lovely, narrow shoulders. "You wanna see what I've got? Open up the front." She leaned back just enough to make space for her right hand between them. Enough for Mel to grab at her brass buttons and fight to get them open. The other woman's breath kept catching, her beautiful features contorting with bliss and frustration as Ran devoured her. She balled up her fists and rested them against Sevika's chest for a moment, giving Sevika the chance to drag the top of her dress forward, sliding the lace down her arms over her detached sleeves. "Can't manage it?" she said.

"You are…positively incorrigible," Mel snapped at her. Or rather she tried to. The last word tapered off into a moan from Ran rolling their tongue over her clit in searing waves that pushed her closer to her climax with every pass. She wrenched her eyes open anyway as she felt her dress being pulled off her and yanked her arms back to free them. It left the top of her torso bare, but she only focused on popping open the buttons standing between her and the generous chest of the woman looming over her. She had to lean on Sevika again when her knees suddenly weakened, a choked whimper coming from her as she felt a warm finger pressing into her. As deliberately slow and teasing as Ran's mouth had been moments earlier.

"That's a lot of big words, princess. Seems like my boy's not doing such a good job, huh?" Sevika says. She lets Mel's dress drop, the white fabric pooling around her open legs and the hunched form of Ran, who was clinging to her ass and caged in by her thighs. She brings up one of her feet and presses the sole of her boot into Ran's back. "You hear all that, boy? She's still chatty. I thought I trained you better than this." She digs her heel into their back, forcing them to push back up against her to keep from being shoved away from Mel's pussy.

Ran couldn't stop pleasuring Mel to answer Sevika without her punishing them, but they knew it was also against their arrangement to seem like they were ignoring her. So they let out a long whine and held their position despite her boot in their back getting heavier and heavier by the second. They kept their left hand tucked against their chin, curling their finger with the same rhythm they used to drag their tongue over Mel's clit and felt her clenching around them. She moaned above them and bent her knees slightly to grind against their hungry mouth. They increased the pressure, feeling a droplet of her arousal dripping down their chin and neck, disappearing under their buttoned collar. That sensation alone made them twitch in their pants, which felt unbearably tight at this point. They dug their mechanical fingers into the globe of her ass cheek to keep from reaching down and grabbing at themself to get even an ounce of relief. They would be good. They had to show her they were good.

Mel yanked at the patchy leather of Sevika's shirt around those buttons until something gave and her breasts bounced into view. She let out a breathless laugh and smiled, shoving at the shoulder pad on the right. She wasn't sure how she would get it off completely, and the pleasure radiating out from between her thighs wasn't helping her think it through, but at least she could get her hands on the soft flesh she had just revealed. Of course this woman wasn't wearing a bra, and of course the heavy tits that had been in Mel's face since she got up close looked glorious when laid bare. She splayed her hands out on them to remain upright as a jolt rocked her. Ran had pushed a second finger into her and sucked on her loud enough for the sound to pierce through her heart racing in her ears and the infuriating chuckle of the woman she was clinging to. She reached up with one hand and pulled Sevika down into a kiss just to shut her up.

Sevika's tongue plunged into her mouth as Ran curled both of their fingers, stroking her clit from the inside and outside at the same time. A large, rough hand was running up her side, thumb pressing into her hard nipple and adding another layer of sensation to the chorus already overwhelming her. Mel scratched at the soft hairs at the back of Sevika's neck and returned the favor by rolling one of her puffy nipples between her own fingers. She tried to swallow back her own whimpers with no success, her thighs trembling and hips jerking against Ran's face. The tension building in her finally unraveled when they drew on her sensitive flesh yet again, moaning and huffing into her trimmed bush like they were getting high just from pleasuring her.

Mel broke the kiss with a keening sound, feeling sharp, cool metal curling around the back of her neck. Sevika was mirroring her, grasping at her to keep her in place, their noses brushing together as she fought to catch her breath. Ran still hadn't let up, plunging their fingers in deeper and tonguing the twitching flesh just above her hole as it squeezed their fingers. In bowing her head, she spotted Sevika stepping on the back of her companion, turning her booted foot back and forth to dig the sole of it into them, and felt a flare of irritation tempered by a rush of more heat. "Good boy," she said, her voice husky and rougher than it had been when she arrived. She left off clinging to Sevika to scratch her way through the choppy black hair between her thighs.

Ran whimpered in response and hugged their right arm around her leg, still lapping at her and slowly thrusting their fingers. They were happy to remain down here until someone pulled them out. Hell, they would tuck themself against the couch behind them to keep tasting Mel when Lest did get here to speak with her or whatever their plans were. She tasted and felt incredible, and they found they loved her nails against their scalp almost as much as they loved her grinding against their tongue like they were little more than a toy for her. The praise echoed in their head, distracting them from the boot still on their back. Sevika would probably find a reason to give them shit, but they had earned what they wanted from Mel. How should they thank her? They should make her cum again. They should make her cream around their fingers and tongue-

"Alright, that's enough," Sevika said. She grunted and shoved her foot down hard and suddenly enough to fold Ran further in on themself. She stepped to the side and let Mel go so she could reach down and scruff them by the back of their collar and yanked them back to get a look at them. Their face was flushed, the front of their asymmetrical hair in complete disarray, and the entire lower half of their face was shiny from spit and Mel's juices. They blinked up at Sevika, dazed and terribly pleased with themself from the look of their damn cheeky smirk. "You still with us, boy?" she demanded.

Ran nodded and licked their lips without thinking. Then licked their fingers. She really did taste good. Fresh and light but still salty with a touch of musk that they hoped would cling to the back of their throat for hours to come. Sevika looked smug as ever, but there was a spark of something else in her gray eyes that made them twitch restlessly in their pants. A blaze of competitiveness.

"Get her dress out of the way, take this off me, and strip. Understand?" she said. "You can stand for it." She let them go, and they set out obeying immediately.

They gathered up Mel's dress, waiting as she lifted her long, lovely legs out of the pool of white fabric, and folded it up before they stood. They tucked the bundle under one arm and undid the pair of buttons on the left side of Sevika's shirt, under her prosthetic arm, so the whole piece could be slipped off her and bare her torso completely. They were particularly proud of themself for not just standing there and staring at the two women. No, they still wanted to be good, and they still had to strip, too. So they headed for the table.

Mel was still braced with her back against the wall beside the door. She was thankful for the pause, because it let her regain her bearings enough to remember that Sevika had been getting on her nerves. She couldn't just get away with that because she was stunning and clearly used to being in a dominant role. Mel was already fighting herself to keep her gaze on Sevika's face and not drink in the sight of her bare torso like Ran had tried to drink her dry. "So far Ran has proven quite fun," she said. She bit out their name with a pointed tone. They weren't just an extension of her, much as she seemed to treat them that way. She wouldn't reduce them to just 'Sevika's boy'. "You seem to think quite highly of yourself for someone who did fuck all to get me off. Perhaps I should take them to the couch for another round."

"Thought you wanted to get me on my knees too, princess. You already giving up on that?" Sevika said. She stepped into Mel's personal space again.

"Of course not. You simply have not offered anything but them, and I would prefer to take what is given." She raised her chin, matching the arrogant posture of the other woman.

"Who do you think taught them how to handle a woman, huh? You can thank me for every little trick they just used," Sevika said.

"Prove it and perhaps I'll consider such a thing," Mel shot back.

She had expected for Sevika to cage her in against the wall. Maybe to kiss her again. What she did not expect was for the larger woman to bow and grab her by the back of her legs. "What are you doing?!" she gasped. Her feet left the floor in the next second. She grabbed Sevika's shoulders, digging her nails into her the muscle of the right side as they scrambled and scraped the frosted glass of the left. She was lifted even higher, her back brushing the wall, and soon couldn't keep her grip on Sevika's shoulders without hunching so far forward she felt dizzy for a second. So she arched backwards and pressed herself as best as she could against the wall until Sevika settled her thighs over her broad shoulders. "Put me down!"

"You don't really want me to do that," Sevika said. If it had been possible for her to get even more smug, she was reaching that point now. She spread her hands open to let her fingertips sink into the perfect, plush ass she had been staring at, that Ran had gotten their hands all over before her. She would pay them back for it later. It was easy for her to support Mel's weight in her hands and hoist her up just enough for her press her face between the soft thighs framing her head with a low sound of anticipation.

Her goal wasn't going to tease. Ran had done that already. She wanted to suck some of the venom out of the woman she had tossed over her shoulders, and she would start with the hole Ran had begun to pry open with their skillful fingers. She tilted Mel's hips toward her face, seeing the other woman's hands grasping for nothing against the wall behind her out of the corner of her eye. It made her grin as her tongue stretched out of her mouth to slide inside. She took in a deep breath of Mel's scent, a heady blend that reminded her of the sparse flowers that grow in patches around the surface. She pressed her nose into the soft mound of flesh above her pussy and dragged her tongue over Mel's hard clit. She was rewarded with a twitch of the thighs hugging her head, with a hand in her hair, sharp nails against her scalp again. Stubborn woman wanted to keep quiet all of a sudden. She shifted a fraction of a step back from the wall and tilted Mel's hips for her to make it easier for her to suck the sensitive nub against her tongue between her lips. She was rewarded with a gasp and the hand in her hair tightening. It wasn't nearly enough.

Mel had nowhere to grab for purchase other than the woman between her legs. She was already sensitive, her pussy already so slick she could feel herself slipping against Sevika's face. She had to grab onto her thick, dark hair, had to lock her ankles together against the magnificent shoulder blades she had gotten a glimpse of. She had no concern as to whether it was too much pressure, she was already trying to ride the tongue rolling over her clit as Sevika sucked on her with steady, pulsing pressure. Her teeth ground together as she fought to keep quiet.

The door opened mere feet beside them, and the hostess from downstairs bowed in, a pipe in hand. "Hey Ran! Oh, am I interrupting something?"

They had replaced their chest harness on their bare torso, stripped down to their jockstrap and tied their light blue handkerchief on the right side of it. There wasn't a hint of shame in the curl of their lips, their lipstick still smeared around their mouth. "Not at all. Thanks for bumping me up." They crossed the room to take the pipe from her. "You can put this on Lest's tab." They didn't react to the slurping sounds coming from the pair beside them. At the moment, the door was blocking the hostess from seeing Sevika and Mel, but she had already glanced in that direction.

Ran chuckled and took a hit off the pipe, making the crystallized shimmer at the end glow bright like an ember before they breathed it out. They offered it back to her. "How long're you still here for?"

"I've got the whole night shift," the hostess said. She accepted the pipe with a smile and leaned against the door frame. Ran watched her wrap her lips around the end of it before they turned their back on her and headed over to Sevika. It took active effort for them to not get mesmerized by the swivel of Mel's hips as Sevika's fingers pressed into her supple flesh. They walked around to the other side of her and wriggled their hand into the pouch tucked into her pants on her left hip. They heard her grunt in acknowledgement, but she couldn't do shit with Mel trying to strangle her with her thighs, including free up a hand to swat at them. They pulled out the drawstring bag she kept her coins in and untied it.

Back at the open door, they shook out several coins into their left hand. "Here. Night shift sucks," they said. They handed the coins over and took the pipe back from her.

She pocketed the coins without question, giving them a slow once over and a smile. "I'm off the day after tomorrow."

"Up for another game, then?" they asked. They took another pull from the pipe.

Her eyes lingered on their chest harness before she met their gaze again. "What do I get if I win this time?"

Ran lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "You won't have to wait to get back to my place before I bend you over."

Her smile broadened and she straightened up, folding her hands behind her back. "See you then. And you know how to reach me if you need anything else up here." She glanced off to the side one more time before she shut the door.

Ran took the coin purse and dropped it on the table, puffing away until their vision sharpened, their heart began to pleasantly race in their chest, pumping molten bliss through their veins. They took the pipe with them and made their way back to the wall where Mel remained pinned.

She was an absolute vision, her back arching away from the wall, thighs clamped around Sevika's head, chest heaving and breasts bouncing with her stuttering breaths. The light caught her tattoos as she gripped Sevika's hair and scratched at the wall with nails that shone like the rest of the gold adorning her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her elegant face contorted with exquisite agony.

"Fingers…would help…" she said. "But you can't manage that…in this position, can you.." She let out a breathless chuckle. Her already smooth, resonant voice had a huskiness to it that was intoxicating to both the woman between her legs and the witness to her pleasurable torment. "Didn't think this through…"

Sevika's answering growl was muffled. She stepped further away from the wall, making Mel bow forward and grip the back of her head for balance. She delved between the dripping lips of Mel's labia again, plunging her tongue past the fluttering muscles of her hole. She was loathe to lose the sensations of it all. The soft yet surprisingly strong thighs squeezing her head, the heat of Mel's cunt against her face, the sleek, slippery slide of her pink flesh on her tongue and lips and nose. But if this woman wanted to be split open on her fingers so bad, she would give it to her until she buckled.

This fic is being written as a (very, very late) birthday gift to my bestie @butchmiles who came up with this trio and helped me build a dynamic around them.

More to follow! This fic will be part of a 3-part series exploring the evolution of this relationship.

Chapter 2 (To Be Posted)

Credit to @cafekitsune for purple and gold dividers

Sevika lowered Mel slowly, brushing her nose and lips against her lower stomach as she brought her down. And Mel so easily folded, her legs sliding off Sevika's shoulders until her feet finally hit the floor with a soft click of her heels. Sevika ran her hands up her body, following her curves like she was committing them to memory. She backed her right up against the wall again, clawed metal fingers gripping her hip while her flesh ones sought Mel's center.

Mel was still clinging to her with both hands. One around the back of Sevika's neck, the other hand digging her nails into the meat of Sevika's right shoulder. She looked beautifully outraged, her shapely brows furrowed as she gave Sevika what amounted to a half-hearted glare at best. Her breaths were coming in short little pants, but she still spoke up. Getting bandied about like she was a doll wouldn't silence her. "I may not have gotten you on your knees…But you do certainly take instruction of a kind, don't you. Did you teach Ran that, too?"

The two of them only had eyes for each other at the moment, and Ran didn't mind in the slightest. They were happy to take in the sight of Mel Medarda, stripped completely bare while Sevika was still hard packing in her low-rise pants, her abs already glistening a bit from exertion after bearing Mel's entire weight in her hands. Ran wanted to lick her clean. Instead, they rested their shoulder against the wall and took another pull from the pipe, turning their head to blow it away from them as Sevika shot back. She really wanted the last word, but they were sure she wouldn't get it.

"You think I didn't know you needed this, princess? I caught you starin'. You've wanted my fingers in you since I opened the door downstairs. Now shut up and take 'em." The rough fingers of Sevika's right hand were gliding between her glistening lips with almost no resistance at all. Her spit had already mixed with Ran's and with Mel's cum, and when she found the fluttering hole she had already pressed into with her tongue, she didn't hesitate to slide in all at once. One thick finger at first, plunging into Mel's feverish cunt as the other woman clung to her with her hands and her pulsing walls. A muscle ticked in her jaw as she bit back a groan of satisfaction finally feeling Mel squeeze her like she wanted. It wasn't nearly enough. And before Mel could gather herself for another retort, she stretched her around another finger.

Mel had wanted to show Ran how much she enjoyed them regardless of Sevika bearing witness. Their fingers had been more slender than the digits pressed into her now, but they had been undeniably skillful. Now she felt like she was drawing on all her exceptional self-control not to react the way that would be easiest. To hang on for dear life and plant all of her weight on one foot so she could hook her other leg up over Sevika's beautifully curving hip and try to ride her fingers while upright. To moan against the full lips curled into an obnoxious smirk and rake her nails down the stunning, broad back she had admired earlier. No, she wouldn't do any of that. Nor would she shut up.

"You may be used to getting your way and having your praises sung, but I am afraid you will be sorely disappointed by me." Mel had been proud of herself for managing to sound coherent. That was until Sevika had dragged her calloused fingertips against a shallow spot inside of her and forced a waver into her voice and tremble into her spread thighs. She did her best to glare up st Sevika when the other woman had the nerve to chuckle at her and curl her fingers faster.

"Just love the sound of your own voice, huh? Didn't ask you to say shit about me, Medarda. Your pussy's talking plenty for you." She jerked her fingers back and forth, her palm grinding against Mel's clit. She felt the other woman's hips starting to rock against her even as the set of Mel's lovely, defined jaw grew more visibly stubborn. The way the other woman's nails prickled her skin gave her away, too. Sevika was sure she would be getting clawed up by the time she got Mel onto that couch, spread open and desperate for more.

Seviks glanced to the side just in time to see the violet glow of Ran taking another long drag from the cart they had ordered. She heard Mel suck in a breath and shoved her fingers in to the base of both her knuckles to make her take a moment. Enough to give Sevika the chance to say, "You paid or tipped with my money, boy. Quit being greedy and share some of that."

Ran looked to her, one forest green eye fixed on hers, and kept inhaling as they reached for her. Their lips curled around the end of the cart in their mouth as they stepped close and pulled her in at the same time. Their left hand tangled in the back of her hair, underneath where she had half of it tied up, and they pressed their lips to hers. Ran opened their mouth, tilting their head as she followed them, forming a seal.

The two of them shared a long breath. Ran exhaling the thick, somewhat floral, somewhat metallic vapor into Sevika's mouth, and she drew them in. Ran was already swimming in enhanced sensation, in a bone-deep relaxation that managed to also be energizing, and they shamelessly pressed themself against her, the bulge in their jockstrap flush against the curve of her hip. The sound of Mel huffing and trying to swallow back her moans as Sevika continued her pitiless plundering of the other woman's cunt was echoing in Ran's ears. It all made them that much more eager to get back on their knees for one or both women. They hadn't gotten off yet, and neither had Sevika, but they were certain Mel would lose track of the number of times she would be brought to climax between the two of them. Ran couldn't wait to be used for that again. To feel and hear and taste her with their senses sharpened by the shimmer dancing in their lungs.

Sevika broke the seal to let the vapor pass between them again, but she didn't withdraw from them by any means. She didn't stop grinding her hand in time with the rocking of Mel's hips. No, she bit the lower lip of one lover and curled her fingers faster inside of another. Greedy. She was greedy as hell and she had no intention of ever apologizing for it. She still had her prosthetic holding Mel by the hip to keep her upright, but she'd be lying if she didn't feel tempted to wrap it around Ran's lean body. She wanted both of them writhing against her and that wasn't possible here.

But first. Mel Medarda had to bend. And she still hadn't yet. Though Sevika did open her eyes as Ran slid their tongue between their lips to catch the other woman staring at the two of them. A pretty sight for her, were they? Mel's hazel eyes were blown, their vivid colors nearly swallowed up by a lustful darkness that matched both of her companions for the evening. Her full lips were parted, soft sounds barely audible over the obscene squelching of her cunt as Sevika kissed Ran senseless and fucked her with the same determination.

Sevika could feel her relentless pace working as Mel clenched around her, dripping down her own thighs and onto the floor. She could feel how it was all affecting Ran, too. They were hard as ever, yet untouched save for how they were rubbing up against her in slow, sensual circles. Their left hand was scratching her scalp, their lips plush and delicious against her own. She couldn't lose her head, though. So she broke the kiss despite the way her heart was pounding between the two of them. "On your knees," she grunted to them. "You wanna hump me like a dog? You don't get to be upright."

"Always so…mean to them…" Mel gritted out. She was clutching onto Sevika's right arm, her shoulders pressed to the wall as she rode the other woman's fingers in long, slow rolls of her body. She wouldn't dignify Sevika by matching the almost frantic pace she had set. Not when her knees felt barely able to hold her up. Waves of heat were radiating through her entire body, unceasing for what felt like ages between Ran getting her started, then Sevika's scorching mouth and now the hand she had indeed been staring at.

Sevika scoffed. Ran was already on their knees, left arm wrapped around her leg with their cheek pressed to the leather pouch at her hip. The same one they had plundered to pay the hostess who liked them so much. She'd get them back for that, too. At least they'd had enough mind to tuck the cart of shimmer into the pouch so they didn't break it before they went mindless with their cock against her leg. "They love it. You should see how they throb when I get 'em good in the stomach with one of my boots."

Mel gritted her teeth and let out a shuddering moan. "How about you do anything else, hm?" She almost cursed when Sevika ground the meat of her warm, firm palm against Mel's clit again. She dared to glance down like it would help her. Seeing Ran coiled around Sevika's leg, muscular thighs squeezing Sevika as they moved their body with short, jerking movements far less languid than Mel's. Now that she thought of it, it did remind her of a dog. So she reached out with a slightly trembling hand, and scratched at their head again. Never mind that the movement brought her closer to the handsome, smirking face still watching her. The way Ran tilted their head into her touch and smiled made it worth it.

Just in time for the pressure Sevika had built inside her to snap. For her thighs to tremble again. For her to need to lean forward and lash an arm around Sevika's waist. The force of the ache as her body gripped Sevika tighter than ever forced a curse from between her lips. She could feel a trickle of something warm down the inside of her leg as she pressed her face into the generous chest bared to her. She refused to pick her head up right away. She knew she would be met with a self-satisfied smile from the woman slowly pulling her fingers free.

Sevika could let Mel catch her breath and let Ran work themself up into a frenzy against her leg. Or she could wipe her drenched fingers off on Ran's face and in their hair and hoist Mel up into her arms. She opted for the latter, of course. It wasn't like the Councilor could hold herself up.

"You had better be aiming for the couch and bringing Ran with us," Mel said. She didn't try to protest. She wrapped her arm around Sevika's shoulders and tucked her face against the side of her head. And latched onto the other woman's ear. Ran's were heavily pierced from what she could see, but Sevika was fair game. She drew a hiss from Sevika and smiled around the tender flesh caught between her teeth. "I'd like to see that sweet puppy get their paws all over you."

Sevika wouldn't let Mel drive. This might be about her and Ran taking the chance to pounce on her, but she wouldn't be in charge. The shimmer they had breathed into her was certainly working. As fast as the injections through her arm, where her veins felt like they expanded and her muscles turned to pliable iron and she could walk a hundred miles without feeling a thing. Until the crash came. But Ran hadn't given her enough to crash. It was enough for Mel Medarda to feel like nothing in her arms, not that she had weighed a damn thing while Sevika was sober.

She liked the idea Mel had given her, though, and she looked down to see that Ran was following them. On their hands and knees. Crawling like she had them on a leash. It was that kind of night. And she had come prepared.

Mel was shameless in splaying herself out on the soft pillows and blankets on the couch when Sevika placed her there. She grabbed at a couple of the pillows to tuck them more comfortably under herself, propping herself up to get the best view of Ran sitting by Sevika's feet, their muscular thighs splayed open. She could see the head of their cock peeking out of the top of their jockstrap. And she was already licking her lips. How would they sound when she got her mouth around them? She was determined to find out before either of these two were back out the door.

"You're a lucky pup, you know that? This one likes you," Sevika said. She tapped the pouch on her hip with her left hand, watching Ran's eyes flick there before meeting hers again. "C'mon. Fix that posture." She reached into the pouch and curled her metal fingers around the two leather pieces she knew were in there. One longer and narrower than the other. Both well-used and black to match the chest harness framing Ran's perky tits.

Ran sat up higher on their knees and tilted their head back. Their smile broadened from the impish one that almost always curled their darkly painted lips to a more genuine one. They could feel Mel's piercing gaze on them, but they were too happy about the slide of buttery black leather around their neck, Sevika's hands brushing their skin, to feel self-conscious about it. The quiet clink of the buckle behind their head was one of the most soothing sounds in the world, followed closely by the click of the leash in the ring that dangled from their collar. They let out a soft sigh as they feel Sevika pull it taut, their head falling back.

"You gonna behave, boy? Not gonna let all that shimmer go to your head, are ya?" She coiled the leash around her left hand, leather covering the sharp knuckles as she straightened back to her full height.

Ran wouldn't be caught out by the chance to answer her out loud. Dogs don't talk and neither would they. So they nodded their head, keeping their hands planted on the floor between their thighs. They would be good. They had to show off for Mel. Maybe they would be rewarded with the chance to taste her again. They licked their lips to gather up some of the cum Sevika had smeared onto their face.

"Good. Now get my dick wet and ready for her. We both know fingers aren't nearly enough." She held the leash taut and turned to stand with her side facing Mel so she'd be able to see what Sevika was packing and how eager Ran was for it.

"Seems like one lover isn't enough for you either. But they're so sweet," Mel said. She smiled at Ran and gave them a wiggle of her fingers to acknowledge their look in her direction. She'd gotten her breath back. And some of her sense, despite the intoxicating sight before her. "And they got me wet enough to take you already, did they not?"

Sevika wouldn't get baited into snapping at her. She had been the one to make Mel drip like a busted pipe before she stretched her on her fingers, but sure, give Ran the credit. She couldn't stand to look at them while they opened up her pants and pulled out her cock. She'd gone commando tonight for obvious reasons, the harness was flush against her. "Gonna need more for you to take what I'll give you, princess."

The strap in question was her favorite. Another commission. Something inspired by the hydraulic mechanisms in her arm. In its responsiveness and capacity for delicate motions. A solid frame of interlocking pieces could be bent and hold whatever curve or angle she wanted. A thick layer of clear silicone with the soft texture of skin covered it, enhanced further by a pattern of ridges and bumps. Inside of the frame were narrow tubes that coiled in on each other and glowed with the same purple light that came from her left arm. The shimmer was pure, and she had control over whether it emerged or not. Ran loved sucking it out of her, but perhaps Mel would be more hesitant about it. She'd find out once Ran was even more blasted, and they were already halfway there. Or further.

Ran licked their lips and bowed their head to rub their cheek against her thigh, taking in a deep breath filled with her scent. They let out a soft groan, their right hand splayed on her thigh while their left stroked her shaft. They grinned up at her, hungry and expectant, when she tugged on their leash to keep them focused.

"Get to work, mutt. We might not have all night," Sevika said. She watched with her lips pressed together as they let their tongue hang and dragged it up her shaft before swirling it around the tip and pumping it in their fist. A damn professional, that's what they were. No one gave head like they did, including her. And when she saw them go to work, their tongue curling around the side of her shaft before they sucked her into their mouth, their hand working the length of it, she swore she could feel the suction. Sevika swallowed a low moan she felt rising in her chest as they took her in deeper.

Her clit had been hard under this thing since she'd first gotten Mel clinging to her back by the door. Now there was finally some pressure, and it took all of her self control not to openly chase more of it. That would give away the game, and she had no interest in that. But she would gladly reach down and press the pad of her artificial palm to their head and scrape her claws against their scalp. She was careful about how hard she grabbed them; she would hurt them later and somewhere else, not here. She tugged on their leash and watched them, felt them draw her in deeper. Her cock hit the back of their throat and they kept going.

Sevika gritted her teeth against another sound of bliss. "Is that the best you've got, boy? I should rip that hanky off you." She scoffed at their answering moan and slid her hand to the back of their head. She thrusted forward, pulling them in until their nose was pressed into her bush where it stuck out from beneath her harness. And Ran took it all. Without gagging or resistance. She had trained them for this. This was what they were for. "Keep your hands to yourself or I'll bash your head in," she said. She felt her lips twitch with the urge to smirk as they obeyed, folding their hands behind their own back, their dark green eye sparkling up at her. Not just tearing up from her cock down their throat, but glassy with submission.

She forgot herself for a minute. Forgot who was watching and how she had acted up until this point. She let her eyes shut, dark brows furrowed as a muscle ticked in her jaw from her teeth grinding together. The sounds of Ran swallowing around her cock as she rocked her hips in short, hard thrusts, always forcing their head right up against her, filled her with as much lustful satisfaction as watching their greedy mouth take her in. She enjoyed several long, blissful moments that way, head tilted back, exposing the long column of her own scarred throat, until a low sigh finally escaped her.

Just in time to hear the velvety tones of Mel Medarda interrupting.

"Such a good boy."

Sevika's eyes snapped open, and she glared down at the sight of Mel on her knees behind Ran, her slender, gold-adorned arms sliding around their narrow waist. Her sharp chin was tucked against their broad shoulder, resting on one of the straps of the harness cutting across their chest. Delicate fingers pinched one of their dusky brown nipples between them, her elegant hand reaching up to touch their neck where Sevika shoving herself back in formed a bulge that Mel could stroke with her palm.

"My, my, you do take her in deep, don't you?" Mel brushed her lips against the shell of Ran's ear. The low sounds they made as they fought to swallow around the intrusion in their throat vibrated against her skin. It brought a genuine smile to her lips to feel the faint tremble wracking them as they were deprived of air, to feel the flush in their skin, to roll their hard, puffy nipple between her fingers and know they were starting to squirm in place because of her.

"'Course they do. What else 's a greedy mouth like theirs good for?" Sevika said. She didn't tell the other woman to take her hands off them. That would be another dead giveaway. She'd already offered them up even though she hadn't had them collared when she did. This was all part of the game now. And besides, she knew what they liked more than Mel did. She'd taught them this, too. How to feel in their body as it had changed; where to press and pull and penetrate to reduce them to this state. Pliant and eager to please.

"I would say your mouth is just as greedy, but you like the sound of your own voice too much," Mel shot back. She hummed in Ran's ear as Sevika pulled back just enough to let Ran start to suck in a wheezing breath. The hand at their throat ventured down so she could grab at both of their small, perky breasts at the same time. And Ran bowed back for her, neck still craned and jaw slack to keep Sevika's cock between their swollen lips. "They've got you beat, taking both of us already. Such a good boy for both of us."

Sevika huffed and yanked on Ran's head again, determined to make them choke for yielding to Mel so easily. Stupid mutt. Ran never could resist having their tits played with. Not since they were first coming in and Sevika had her eye on them as they grew. As parts of them softened. And now Mel Medarda was sinking her nails into those soft parts like they belonged to her instead. "You know I'm not done with you, princess. Remember what I'm fucking them like this for."

"How kind of you," Mel said. No hesitation. She always had something locked and loaded. And speaking of loads. The poor pup trapped between the two of them hadn't gotten any meaningful attention. She'd love nothing more than to see them make a mess of themself and perhaps Sevika's iron-bolted boots. No doubt she would punish them for it, but Mel would be here to reward them for giving her the chance to get on the other woman's nerves even more.

Mel pinched Ran's nipples with both hands and left off purring in their ear to nibble on their earlobe. Then pressed kisses right underneath it. And as her lips kissed lower, following the line of their racing pulse as Sevika fucked their face, they spread their thighs wider. An invitation. A desperate, silent plea that Mel answered before Sevika could scold them for daring to want a thing. Mel dropped a hand from their breast down to the bulge in their jockstrap. To their hard shaft and the leaking head she had been admiring.

"Don't spoil 'em," Sevika said. Her voice was dripping with disdain. She kept their leash taut even as she worked their head along the length of her dick, clawed fingers clenched in their choppy fringe -their hair was too short to get tangled up in the mechanism- but she licked her lips at the sight of Mel sliding the patch of fabric concealing them down. They were so hard she knew it had to hurt, and so sensitive they were twitching at the barest brush of Mel's fingers against their silky flesh.

"You offered them to me," Mel said. She smiled wider at Sevika's furrowed brows drawing further together. "It was quite generous of you. Why should I not take full advantage?" She wrapped her fingers around Ran's shaft as she said it. They had already leaked, clear and watery, down the length of their cock. Mel spread it all over them as she stroked them slowly. Her long, gilded nails dug into the tender flesh of their breast, and Mel kissed the back of their shoulder as they whimpered again.

Sevika wanted to shut them up. Every sound they made was sending shivers down her spine, making the heat burning between her legs more intense, bending the iron of her resolve little by little. They were so fucking desperate. Flushed with sweat starting to paste their hair to their face, their chin dripping with their saliva as she fucked them, as she bruised their throat. And there were Mel Medarda's hands on them, scratching faint pink lines into their skin, pumping their cock in languid passes until it was shiny. She hadn't drawn back their foreskin yet. She was teasing. They both were.

And Ran was lost between the two of them. Hands and leather on them, guiding their movements and gripping them and pinning them in place without even that much pressure. Their lungs burned from Sevika depriving them of air for so long, their voice hoarse as Mel pumped and pressed and pulled more sounds of pleasure from them. Her soft fingers rolling their nipple between them, stroking them idly like they were a toy for her as Sevika used their throat, it cleared their head of anything but the need for more. They could feel the coiling bands in their lower stomach tightening, pressure building as they choked from another hard thrust of Sevika's hips. They were still clutching their hands behind their own back, the mechanisms in their right whirring as they bruised their own left wrist with their grip.

"I know what you're thinkin' pup," Sevika grunted. She let go of their head and swapped their leash from her right hand to her left. She pulled out of their throat, out of their wide open mouth, and yanked on the leash. "Up." She didn't care if them moving disrupted Mel playing with them. She needed them higher on their knees for this.

Mel didn't let go. She pressed against Ran's back and moved with them as they let Sevika guide them into the position she wanted. She wrapped an arm around their waist, her chest flush against their feverish back, where their skin was rosy and soft as the rest of them. Her other hand continued working along the length of their cock, squeezing gently to make their already labored, wheezing breaths hitch.

Sevika's right hand snapped out and landed a slap, swift and hard, to Ran's cheek. She didn't give them the chance to look her way again, just grabbed them by their flushed, handsome face, and turned it herself. Their plump lips were still parted and shining, a trickle of sweat running down the left side of their face, following their sharp cheekbones down to their jaw. A bead of spit dropped from their bottom lip onto their chest where Mel had brought their nipples to full hardness.

"You bust without permission and I'll lock you up for a month," Sevika said. "You wouldn't wanna disappoint all those girls you've tricked into thinking you're anything but my bottom bitch, right?" She watched with an amused smirk curling her lips as they slowly shook their head.

Mel huffed from behind them and hugged them tighter against her, pouting up at Sevika with her feline features making her look like even more of the brat that she was. "Permission from whom?" She still had her fingers wrapped around their cock. She had paused when Sevika slapped them and felt it twitch in her hand; so they were a masochist, too. This sweet pup just kept giving her more reasons to keep her hands on them.

Sevika's eyes darted from Ran's to Mel's brighter ones, the former glossy and halfway vacant while the latter were sharp enough to snap her out of the stupor Ran had drawn her into. She couldn't lose herself until both of them were pliable in her hands. "Who's holding the leash, Medarda? Who put this on 'em?" She tugged on it for emphasis, making the ring in their collar click. Ran's eyes rolled back at the sound, the sensation on their neck. And at Mel's hand moving again.

"You won't let me even touch it, will you? How selfish. You get to have them all the time." Mel stroked them a fraction faster, still squeezing. Surely she could talk Sevika out of punishing them if she unraveled them like this. If she rewarded them for being so good.

Sevika scowled at Mel and let go of Ran's face so she could wrap her fingers around her own shaft. She pulled on it, jerked the attachment to the side, and the tubes opened up. "We're done here, pup. Open and get your fix. You're gonna remember who owns you." While Mel continued to make Ran shiver, low, soft sounds escaping their open mouth, she mirrored the other woman's movements, stroking and squeezing the spit-slicked silicone strapped to her. The base of it pulsed against her, building to a buzz that increased as the shimmer inside circulated. The feedback she got for releasing some of its contents.

Ran stuck their tongue out as soon as they saw her cock glow a brighter violet color, matched by a hiss and puff of vapor from her mechanical bicep. She was enjoying herself. They were doing good. And they would get rewarded for it. They tried to focus on that. The anticipation and residual sting from her slapping them and the way her voice echoed in their head when they were high in multiple ways at once.

Mel watched, mesmerized, as a bead of glowing, almost viscous liquid gathered at the tip of the cock Ran had been choking on. Ran's own cock twitched in her hand again. Then pulsed as they wrapped their lips around the head before that bead could become a trickle. They clearly didn't want to waste a drop. And Mel felt their pulse quicken underneath her hand, now splayed out over their chest.

"Swallow it all," Sevika ordered them. Her fist worked over the length of her shaft as she watched Ran's throat bobbing. She still didn't praise them. Apparently Mel had decided that was her job now. And Sevika was already giving them more than she normally did just so the councilor clinging to them couldn't say she'd shown Sevika up. She let the leash go slack when she decided she was done with this load and sealed off the inside of the toy again.

Ran's visible iris flashed purple as they opened their mouth and stuck their tongue back out to show Sevika they had obeyed her again. The barest smile on her face only increased their euphoria, and they were so tempted to reach for her. To grip the waistband of her tight pants and press their face into the hard plane of her abs and whine to her how good it felt to bruise their knees and throat for her. They remained where they were instead, fighting another shudder from the feeling of Mel Medarda's silky skin and soft hands on them. They felt like they could just melt into her, but the leash kept them from leaning back into her embrace.

"On the couch. Now." Sevika brought her left hand down to place the end of the leash in Ran's mouth. They clutched it between their teeth and gently shrugged their way out of Mel's arms. They crawled on all fours to the far end of the plush collection of pillows and cushions and blankets. They knew how this worked, and Sevika felt another small swell of pride knowing that she'd trained them well enough to practically read her mind.

Mel Medarda would be another issue. It wasn't lost on her that the other woman had gotten on her knees to join Ran in front of her, and she knew that was obvious with them no longer acting as a buffer. So she didn't bend. Didn't squat down to be closer to eye level. No, she just extended the hand she had already fucked Mel with and beckoned her with it. "You're up, princess. Let's see how big a game you talk when you've got two holes stuffed at once."

Mel didn't smack Sevika's hand away only because it would probably just amuse her. That and perhaps she liked the view she was getting right now. Of that handsome face almost obscured by the generous chest Mel had been admiring all night. That was to say nothing about the perfectly sculpted torso, the hard lines of her stomach and thick, dark trail of hair above the harness that hugged her wide hips. Mel snapped herself out of her reverie just in time to hear a low chuckle, but she ignored it. She turned her back on Sevika, almost expecting a shove or something else to hurry her along. When that didn't happen, she squared her shoulders and turned her focus to Ran again.

They were perched at the far end of the large, deep couch, partially concealed by shadows, but she could see they were still biting their leash. And before she could be stopped, Mel crawled to them, her hands and knees sinking into the plush cushions beneath her. She grabbed at the length of their leash, running her hand up until she was holding onto part of the loop in their mouth.

"Come now, sweet puppy," she crooned to them. She let her fingertips walk along the hard line of their jaw on the left side of their face, the ends of their fringe brushing her skin. "May I hold onto this?"

Ran's pupils were blown, and a slightly flushed tint remained on their face even after all this time. They made a soft noise as she scratched underneath their ear, but they didn't let the leash go. They looked past her at Sevika, who was putting her knee on the edge of the bed and glaring at them both again.

Mel looked to the other woman over her shoulder and said, "Don't you want both of your hands free for this?" She lowered herself from being at eye level with Ran and bent over. She had absolutely no shame. Why would she after everything that had already happened? The thought of getting this ornery yet gorgeous woman to finally snap on her was too exciting, too much of a victory she was determined to taste as well as feel.

If Sevika had been less stubborn, less consumed with the need to come out of this whole ordeal firmly on top, she would have rattled off every curse she'd ever heard in her life. Because the ass she had been admiring out on the street was every bit as incredible as she had hoped. Mel's back formed a perfect, sweeping arch, the roundness of her hips emphasized by the position she had placed herself in. The globes of her ass were flawless, the light from the rest of the room catching on her dark skin and shining like every lit lantern was in love with illuminating her. Her inner thighs were still glistening, and the perfect pussy Sevika had already gotten a taste of was just begging to be filled by her again.

She tore her eyes away to see that Ran was still looking to her for instruction. Right. She couldn't lose her head just yet. Not until the two of them had shut Mel up. The thought of Ran's leash wound around one of those graceful, delicate hands made her burn with just as much outrage as it did desire. It was just the one time. She could stake her claim again later. Maybe even later tonight after Lest had finally gotten around to meeting them here. Just once.

Sevika gave Ran a nod, and there was that paradoxical combination of pride and jealousy again. They opened their mouth to let Mel take their leash at once, and she didn't hesitate to grab and wind it to be able to tug while she was bowed into the pillows. Not a word from her and they still listened. The fingers of her right hand flexed without her meaning to. She wanted to grab them. Pull them to her. Pin them down and leave them dripping shimmer for hours after she was done with them.

She could do that later. She would, she had decided, after she did the same thing to Mel Medarda. She closed the space between herself and the glorious ass being presented to her, the shaft of the toy pressed against one soft, round cheek, and slid her right arm under Mel so she could pull her back toward the edge of the bed. She wouldn't go easy on her after all this bratting, and she would need proper leverage for it.

"Have you ever considered just asking for something?" Mel snapped as she was yanked into position. Ran's leash had already been almost taut, and the sudden movement forced them to bow forward. Mel gave them some slack, but they had already been brought to their hands and knees in front of her.

Sevika scoffed and slid her right hand down Mel's side to her hip, then back around to grab at her ass cheek and spread her open. "Why bother when you're so needy for it? Didn't have'ta ask you to go face down ass up, did I?" Mel was practically dripping still, the intoxicating essence Sevika could still taste on her own tongue cinging to the other woman's cunt. Her claws wrapped around her shaft to guide it, further splaying open Mel's labia with the tip. She felt Mel press back into her hand just barely, her fingertips sinking right into the flesh in her hand.

"If you can't deliver what you've offered me, I know I have someone else to play with anyway," Mel said. She tugged on Ran's leash for emphasis, and they crawled closer to her. "This is how you'd like it too, isn't it, sweet pet?"

Ran gave her a bit of a smile before looking past her again to Sevika. Their easy posture straightened when she met their still-glossy eyes with a knowing glare. Dogs didn't talk, so their lips remained firmly pressed together.

"Keep her mouth stuffed for me, pup. Touch her however you want, but don't cum until I let you." Sevika's tone was as hard as the gaze she leveled on them. She was still teasing Mel, angling her cock down to slide against her pussy without breaching her yet, rocking her hips slowly as Mel pressed back against her with more silent insistence.

Ran nodded and rose up onto their knees again, their cock rigid and pointing at Mel's face as they slid their left hand to the back of her neck, fingertips running along the rings still wrapped around it. They didn't pull her into them. They understood what the leash meant, but they wanted to touch her somehow right away. She was too radiant to resist, and she seemed to understand, because she gave them a pleased, toothy smile that showed her sharp canines. She was going to eat them alive, and she would do the same to Sevika.

Ran already understood whatever game Sevika thought she was playing with Mel, she had already lost. Ran was happy to surrender to the victor, even if Sevika was stubbornly refusing to admit her brain was about to leak right out from between her thighs and into the gorgeous woman between them.

Mel still didn't like the idea of giving Sevika what she wanted without putting up a fight. Their banter had already made this the most fun she'd had in ages, and she was one more teasing stroke of the massive toy between Sevika's legs away from snapping at her again. Only Ran had a faint tremble wracking them already, and they were touching her neck so gently, a saccharine reverence in their dark eye as it watched her. How could she not give them the grin of a shark and swallow them down for it? She grabbed their slick shaft again and pressed her lips to their leaking tip.

Sevika was struggling to stay focused again, to keep herself moving slow against Mel as she stopped just short of giving her what they both wanted with every stroke of her shaft between the dripping lips of Mel's cunt. The broken sound Ran made when Mel shifted forward shot her through with a bolt of excitement so intense her prosthetic chattered like a bolt would fly free. She couldn't see past Mel's hair piled atop her head, woven and gilded like a crown, to see exactly what she had done. But she could guess. She and Ran had messed around more times than she'd ever care to count, but she'd take to her damn grave how much she loved sucking their cock. She dug her fingertips, clawed and flesh alike, into the plush ass pressed against her without even thinking about it. Because now Mel was getting to make them whine and shudder as she felt their silky skin against her tongue.

That's what made her stop teasing. Made her shift back and grab at her cock again to line it up with the single-minded intent of wrecking Mel. She didn't bother with spitting out something clever, she just pressed into the woman beneath her with a low sound rumbling in her throat. There wasn't as much resistance as she had expected. Clearly Mel needed this more than she let on, and her body knew it. Inch by inch, Sevika pushed into her, and finally, Mel yielded.

Mel had already slid Ran's foreskin back with her lips as she had sucked them into her mouth, subjecting their slick cockhead to the full sensation of her tongue curling around it. She had returned to her leisurely stroking of them as well, feeling them pulse in her hand as the fingers on the back of her neck tightened their grip. They still didn't pull, didn't dare assert their lust even as they moaned and their thighs trembled and their cock twitched. Desperate yet undeniably well-trained. Almost enough for Mel to want to give Sevika credit for it. And then the cock gliding against her pussy was gone, outraging her for the briefest moment before she was finally breached again.

This time, Mel felt the stretch in her cunt through her entire body, the wave of spiking heat spreading to her extremities followed closely by goosebumps at the sound she heard behind her. She answered it with a moan around Ran's hard shaft and gripped their leash tighter like it was as much an anchor for her as it was for them. She expected Sevika to slam into her all at once and had thought herself braced for it. Instead the slow, inexorable slide of the other woman's cock into her felt just as intense. She kept her fingers wrapped around Ran but let them slip from her mouth as she hung her head. Their whine of protest barely registered to her as she felt Sevika's thighs come up flush against her when the other woman bottomed out. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so full.

Sevika grabbed Mel by both hips and tried rocking her own just to see what would happen. She could feel in the tug of the toy inside of its harness, in the resistance as she moved, that Mel was squeezing her hard as hell, and it drew a grunt of satisfaction from her. Only a few thrusts and Mel was buckling under her, thighs spreading wider, back bowing until her face was brushing Ran's knee. Sevika finally smiled at the sight and set an even pace of deep, quick thrusts that had Mel's perfect ass bouncing off her every time she buried herself inside. It took several long moments for her to quit being mesmerized by the rippling of Mel's ample flesh and remember that she'd fucked this woman clean off of Ran.

She looked up to find that Ran was staring at the same thing she had been. The point where she was cleaving into Mel, the flat plane of her lower abdomen slapping against the softness of Mel's ass and making her moan and gasp into Ran's thigh as she fought to keep a hold on them. So Sevika whistled to get their attention. She smiled at the way their head snapped up and their back straightened from its perpetual slouch and said, "Put her back in her place, pup. She's holdin' your leash, but who gave it to her?"

Ran didn't yank Mel up the way Sevika might have if she was the one stuffing Mel's face. They instead sank down to sit on their feet and hooked their fingers into the black rings still looped around Mel's neck to draw her up just enough for them to guide their cock back to her lips. They remained gentle with her, leaning back on their mechanical hand so it was their flesh fingers tucked against the back of her neck. They licked their lips as they watched her blink a few times, already in a daze from Sevika starting to fuck her. They still didn't speak, but they made a soft sound of approval when she grabbed them with what appeared to be newfound determination.

Mel had thought she could count on her own self-control to get her through this. Now she knew that wouldn't be the case. These two were going to make an absolute mess of her, and the thought had her pressing back into Sevika before rocking forward to suck Ran into her mouth again. Both of them rewarded her with echoing groans, their low, husky voices making her cunt clench and her shoulders shift to disguise a shudder that passed through her. She left off holding Ran's cock and grabbed them with both hands, the soft leather of the leash cushioning one of them.

"Atta boy," Sevika said. It was the first real praise she'd given them all night, and it lit Ran right up. Their eyes flicked up from where Mel was devouring them, starting to bob her head as she was rocked between them by Sevika's thrusts, and she flashed them a toothy smile. The kind that melted them and half the women in the undercity. Pure confidence with a heavy dose of amusement over their desperation. Their need to have her approval above everything else. "Now keep her there."

Mel made a sound of protest that had no bite to it at all. She was caught between the two of them, Ran cradling the back of her hair without pressing her further on to them while Sevika did the work for them. She settled her hands around Mel's waist, her clawed thumb touching her right one as she sank her cock in to the base with every thrust. And every time she shoved herself into Mel's guts, the councilor took Ran deeper into her mouth. When they hit the back of Mel's throat, their head falling back as bliss overtook them, she rocked her hips to impale herself on Sevika's dick the second she felt the other woman start to pull out.

Sevika's composure finally cracked watching and feeling Mel's ass getting shoved into her, and she groaned aloud. Her pants would be a mess for the rest of the night because of this. This toy sat low on purpose, the feedback mechanism resting right where her hard clit poked out from between the thick lips of her own cunt. She could feel the thick hair there sliding from how soaked she was as she picked up her good knee and planted it on the edge of the bed to get a better angle. She and Mel both moaned at the new, deeper press of her as she fucked into Mel with less and less restraint. And Sevika looked to Ran just in time to see them finally starting to buck their own hips up into Mel's mouth.

Ran had always been a looker, but there had been a glow about them ever since they started their transition over a decade earlier. Their sharp features had softened ever so slightly over time despite them remaining pretty lean and muscular. It suited them, though. Suited them like the flush that had overtaken them from their face down to their chest. Like the round little tits framed by their harness that bounced every time their hips jerked to slide their cock between Mel's lips. And the padding that had settled around their hips, thickened their thighs, and made their ass fill out every pair of pants they wore like the garment was made to be fused to them. The straps of their black jockstrap were digging into some of that padding, creating a delicious bit of pudge that she wanted to sink her teeth into. Just like how she kept digging her fingertips into the softness of Mel's sides. Their throat bobbed with every breath they sucked in, their full lips, smeared with ruined black lipstick, were wide open, and every desperate, broken sound they made, tempted Sevika more and more.

She reached out over Mel, fixated on Ran to the point that her own thrusts lost their rhythm and she ground against Mel's ass with the same haphazard bucking of her hips that Ran was using. She wrapped her clawed fingers around their leash, bowed over the woman between them and pinning her on her belly with her ass still in the air. Sevika pulled them forward, her own mouth already opening so she could grip their bottom lip between her teeth as soon as they were close enough.

Ran grabbed her by the back of the neck with their right hand, their left one still holding onto Mel as she throated them. They moaned, shameless, as Sevika's teeth nearly drew blood. With every tug of her hand on their leash, their hips snapped up again, and Mel took them like she couldn't get them deep enough into her mouth.

The shifting and grinding and pushing of their bodies finally formed a rhythm. Mel was rocking back and forth seamlessly between the two of them, sucking Ran deep into her throat as Sevika reared back, then throwing her ass to meet Sevika stuffing her completely again. None of them could get a full breath in and none of them cared to. All that mattered was the chorus of sensations, the heaving of their bodies as they joined, melded, never fully separating as they grew more frantic. The caress of Mel's tongue against Ran's shaft, against the leaking head of their dick was matched by Sevika's in their mouth, making them desperate for something to suck on in turn. Making them draw a groan from her as their plump lips sealed around the only part of her they could. Their reward was another tug on their leash, another inch of them crammed back into Mel's mouth, and the woman beneath them making a delicious sound of helpless pleasure.

Mel felt compressed wholly and utterly into her own feverish skin, tethered to herself by the crush of the powerful bodies on either side of her. Caged by shifting muscle and unyielding hardness plunging into her. She had given up on gripping Ran's leash and was holding onto them instead, finding the tender flesh of their hips and ass wonderfully plush and yielding beneath her fingertips. Their cock felt even better in her mouth than it had in her hand, silky with a bit of softness to it even while they bucked desperately into her. They were leaking freely onto her tongue, sweet and endlessly tempting. Every chance she got, she dragged her tongue over the sensitive slit painting it just to hear them moan again.

She could guess what had happened when both their softer sounds of bliss and the deep, guttural ones of Sevika became muffled. She couldn't see them, but she was certain the tension between both butches had finally snapped and they had gone for each other. Knowing they were stuffing her and joining with each other in some way thrilled her to the point of dizziness. Every sloppy thrust of each of them into her, getting rougher by the second, fueled the blaze in her. Burning away all thought save for more, harder, faster, yes.

Sevika balanced herself on the knee she'd planted right beside Mel's leg and gripped the back of Ran's hair like she wanted to come away with a fistful of it. She was huffing, harsh and frenzied, into their face. The snapping of her hips had lost all consistent rhythm. She was grinding into Mel with enough force to make her choke on Ran. Every strangled sound they pressed out of the woman between them only made her harder, wetter, more determined to make Mel crumble.

Ran shuddered and broke their kiss as Mel gagged again, their hands gripping Sevika tighter. They gasped and let out a broken sound that sounded more like a sob than a moan. She yanked on their leash to keep them where they were. Let them disobey her. Let them screw up like they had letting this polished princess put her hands on them without her say so. She'd bruise them purple for it. She'd run them ragged. Every heated, furious thought was pressed into Mel, her hips rocking at a ruthless pace.

Mel's entire scope of focus had reduced to the stretch and ache in her cunt and the burning in her lungs. She was drooling freely onto the thick blanket beneath her shining chin, her thighs glistening just as much. She had raked light pink trails into the supple skin of Ran's ass and hips, clawing at them blindly as they stuffed her throat every time Sevika crammed herself in as deep as she could reach. Unrelenting, mind-melting pressure inside of her had built with every plunge of the other woman's cock into her sensitive cunt.

All at once, the tension broke, some press of Sevika's cock into a hidden place that made her entire body shake. She blindly leaned forward, shoving Ran off balance to flatten onto their back so she could drag a knee forward. For a moment, they slipped free of her throat enough for her to almost wail from the ecstasy shredding her nerve endings. She clutched at Ran's hips hard enough to leave indents in their skin, letting their cock fall from her mouth again bowing her face into their thigh with a gasp as she was yanked back onto Sevika's cock.

Mel's hips jerked forward so suddenly Sevika didn't stop her. And finally she got the reward she had been waiting for. Mel Medarda collapsing onto Ran as she squirted onto Sevika's thighs and knees, spraying the cushions beneath her and dripping honey down her own inner thighs. And what did Sevika do? She mounted Mel again and slid into her with the same slowness as before, reveling in her crackling whimper. She planted her hand against the back of Mel's head to grab her hair and picked her head up. "Too much for you, Princess? Figured you wouldn't be able to handle us."

Mel made a low sound of pure frustration and shifted her hold on Ran as she felt Sevika bowing over her. She swore she could feel the head of the other woman's cock nestled up against her cervix as her head was puppeted. "Tired already? If you can't manage another round, just say so." She braced herself for what would follow with a smile, kneading the softness of Ran's hips until her head was shoved down into the cushion between their spread thighs.

Even if Mel could have mustered the effort to make herself quieter, it wouldn't have mattered. She couldn't move an inch with Sevika's massive hand on the back of her head. So she cried out freely, knowing it would be muffled and perhaps even drowned out by the creaking of the couch's frame and Sevika's guttural grunting. Her knees had already given out, her body slumped down onto the cushions. Sevika's hips made an audible slapping sound with every thrust, her claws sending slivers of pain through Mel's ass as she held her spread open.

"You're not done yet, pup," Sevika gritted out. She was practically glaring at Ran as she forced her eyes open to take in the sight of them whining on their back with Mel trapped under her, their thighs splayed open to accommodate her. Their leash was draped down the length of their torso, their cock hard as it lay leaking onto the slight pouch of softness that gathered at their lower abdomen. They were winding their fingers into the sheets, and there was another burst of something like elation in her rattling chest. She had told them not to cum and they didn't have her permission to touch themself either. They obeyed even when they could see she'd lost her fucking mind. "You gonna mark her with me or what?"

Ran's eye had flicked to meet Sevika's as soon as they'd heard her speak to them, and their full lips curled into an eager yet smug smile. They watched as Sevika picked Mel's head up again, and Mel gasped like she'd been suffocated more than enough. They could see her eyes rolling in her head, her lips still shiny with spit, either from choking on them or drooling over Sevika's punishing thrusts.

"Aim for the mouth," Sevika said. She chuckled at the groan of excitement they let out as they fisted their cock with their left hand. She felt her own cunt clenching as the feedback from the toy increased. She gritted her teeth and refused to finish chasing her release just yet. She might not get to do it how she preferred; topsiders were so squeamish about shimmer, and Mel hadn't asked for any when there had been the chance to smoke it earlier. "Dunno if she'll let me give 'er a load, so you better do it."

"What…would be the point…if I only took one?" Mel rasped. She was licking her lips all over again seeing Ran stroke themself. The rough hand that had fucked her open earlier smearing her spit and their own arousal all over the shaft she had been throating. "Get back here," she demanded. She tugged at their hips even as Sevika rolled hers and forced another moan out of her. She could feel every graze of the fabric beneath her on her feverish, slippery skin, every tiny shift of the cock inside of her, even Ran's muscles twitching beneath her fingers as they shifted to sit up in front of her again.

"Just a greedy hole after all, huh? Not good enough to have my pup bust all over your face, princess?" Sevika taunted. She couldn't keep the huskiness out of her own voice. She was just as much a wreck as the other two, her hair pasted to her forehead, the loose strands starting to curl slightly as she rolled her body to keep grinding against Mel's ass. She paused just long enough to shift back and reach down with her claws to turn the shaft to the side. There was a faint click that was lost under the chattering sound of her left arm as she let the shimmer inside her cock circulate freely. She rocked back into Mel with a breathless groan as the feedback against her clit felt like it doubled in intensity.

Mel didn't get the chance to dignify that nonsense with a reply. Sevika promptly knocked loose her ability to speak a when she slammed back into Mel again, her cock buzzing faintly and sending more sparks darting along her sensitive nerves. She craned her neck to mouth at Ran's inner thigh, catching a piece of their skin between her teeth as her face was shoved between their legs by the hand still holding her head aloft. She was rewarded with a whine from them and another delicious press of Sevika into her. The other woman's movements were faltering again, but she fought to meet those pitiless thrusts with her own anyway. She may have been broken down, but she was taking both of them with her.

"C'mon, pup, don't you wanna paint that pretty face of hers?" Sevika was panting, but she'd gotten both of her toys for the night just where she wanted them. Mindless and whining and making messes of themselves. It still wasn't enough. She huffed out a quiet laugh when Ran's thighs twitched as they twisted their own hand and pumped it over their leaking cockhead. "Close, aren't you?" She pressed Mel back down into the cushions carelessly, still rolling her body to keep stirring up her guts as she snatched up their leash again. "Need her mouth on you again? How stupid you gotta be to not fuck yourself right, you useless mutt." She tugged on their leash and watched their head fall back with a wordless whimper.

Mel didn't have to be invited twice. She already loved the feeling of Ran's silky skin between her teeth, and she needed more. She pulled herself up enough to caress their shaft with her tongue and lips, underneath where their hand was twisting and rubbing at the head. They dropped their hand to her head, and she felt Sevika's move back down to her waist. Rough fingertips dug into her side as she sucked Ran's cock back into her mouth. It was pulsing and throbbing, harder than before and tasting delectable from how slick they had made themself. How wet she had made them.

Sevika grinned at the pathetic sound of helpless bliss that Mel pulled out of Ran. Poor thing had been on the edge all fucking night and it was making them that much easier for her and Mel. Fine. She'd let the two of them have her fun as she rocked her way into a frenzy inside of Mel. Every thrust inside of the other woman making her coil around the cock stretching her, making it buzz at the base where Sevika was swollen to the point of aching. Her teeth ground together, a low sound climbing from her chest into her throat and up and out. Her left arm spat violet flames, her heart pounding so hard she felt its vibrations in through her neck. She rutted into Mel with nothing but mindless need as she came.

The cock she bullied into Mel, her thrusts quick and deep and rough as she would give to someone whose limits she didn't know, pulsed against her as it released more of its contents. And again, Mel tightened around her like she was trying to squeeze every drop from her. She hissed from the prolonged waves of rapture that felt like they were shredding from between her thighs outward. She had to yank back from Mel to stop her cock from tormenting her too much longer. She shuddered and reached down to crank the toy to the side again. She couldn't take much more of its higher setting. Her right hand remained planted on Mel's ass, and she managed a breathless chuckle at the way Mel rocked back to keep chasing after her once she pulled out.

"Your turn, pup," she grunted to Ran. She landed a hard slap on the round ass cheek in her hand just to watch it ripple before she spread Mel open again. She watched a thin trail of vivid, glowing violet trickle from between the swollen lips of her pussy. She had to swallow from how much just a look made her want to drool. She blew out a long, slow breath as more tingles passed through her just from shifting forward again.

Mel felt Ran's hips twitch as she slurped noisily on them, bowing her head until she felt them in her throat again. Their whine made her aching cunt clench around nothing over and over, feeling so horribly empty after Sevika's ruthless pounding. She had half a mind to reach between her own thighs just to relieve the need, but she wouldn't give the woman still groping her ass the satisfaction of seeing her that needy. No, she had a very obedient, very adorable, very desperate pup teetering on the edge who needed her full attention.

Ran was too lost in the sensation of Mel's nails in their flesh and mouth on them. How her tongue caressed their head every time she drew up and flattened underneath their shaft as she sank back down. Over and over. They had permission. They did. Sevika wanted them to paint Mel's face. They wanted to obey her. They wanted to be good. They were so close again. Mel had already brought them to this point more than once tonight and then stopped and stopped and stopped and they swore they would break into pieces if it happened again.

Sevika finally let Mel go to climb onto the couch and kneel by Ran's head. They'd gone quiet in the way she knew meant they were focusing on trying to get off. Trying to do exactly as she'd said. Mel wanted two loads and she was going to good and goddamn get them. But the poor thing needed help. They couldn't get a single thing done without her. She reached down and grabbed them by the hair, making their eye flutter open, a soft sound of confusing escaping them. "Open up. Got your favorite treat right here for you, mutt." She scoffed as they stuck their tongue out and grabbed onto her thigh.

Ran moaned at the taste of Mel and slick silicone filling their mouth. There was the faint floral yet metallic taste of shimmer mixed with it, a flavor they would recognize even the faintest traces of. They pulled at Sevika's thigh in a silent ask for more.

Feeling her push in, her iron grip in their hair, at the same time that Mel picked her head up to swirl her tongue around the tip of them was overwhelming. Sevika breached their throat, made their hips snap up, and they pulsed and twitched in Mel's mouth as they painted her tongue with their load. She sucked hard on them, forcing a muffled squeal out of them, making them grip her hair and pull her off them. The next splatter of their cum landed on her cheek, then more across her full, parted lips.

"Finally got something right, boy," Sevika said. Her rumbling chuckle was proud, the impish smile on her face practically elated. By her standards, that was. She shoved herself in deeper, hearing them gag and watching their body jerk from it. She watched another dribble of white erupt from them, painting Mel's chin this time.

Ran whined in protest when Sevika pulled her cock out of their mouth with a deliberate, almost cruel slowness. They wanted to wrap their arm around her thigh to keep her close, but even this stupid from her cock and Mel's mouth, they didn't have the nerve. They panted, tongue curled over their bottom lip as they blinked up at Sevika. The look of satisfaction on her handsome face was heavenly to see.

"Don't gimme that look, you dumb dog," Sevika said. She let go of their hair, let their head fall back onto a cushion, then glanced Mel's way to see the other woman crawling up the length of Ran's body. The faint purple tint in her eyes, replacing, for a moment, the brown in it, made the gemstone green in them even more stark. A few droplets of white fell onto Ran's flexing abdomen, then between their small, perky breasts. She expected Mel to steal a kiss from them. Instead she planted herself on their lap, making them whimper with her weight resting on their softening cock, and grabbed at Sevika.

Mel was still sore, yes, but she was also wetter than she had been in ages and feeling more ravenous by the second. She smeared Ran's cum onto Sevika's lips as she pulled her in by the back of her neck. More. She needed more of both of them. She swiveled her hips in slow, languid circles, feeling Ran, still silky and luscious, against her cunt. When she felt the heavy hand that had been shoving her down into the cushions, spreading her open, slapping her like she was some plaything, landed on her waist, she pounced.

Mel placed her hands on Sevika's shoulders, frosted glass and flesh alike, and shoved with all of the considerable strength she could feel racing through her veins. It must have caught the other woman by surprise, because she toppled back beside Ran. Mel's lips drew back into a smile, her tongue snaking out to lick them clean. She crawled off of Ran, her movements sinuous to the point of mesmerism, and onto Sevika. She was shameless in planting her hands on the other woman's large breasts, rubbing her thumbs over the hardened nipples she'd been admiring since they were bared to her. She planted her knees on either side of Sevika's narrow waist and rolled her whole body to slide the thick shaft Ran had sucked clean right against her pussy.

Sevika couldn't blame how she was feeling on the shimmer. Smoking it didn't make it linger as long, and she hadn't taken nearly enough to give herself the effect Mel was getting out of it. She couldn't so much as blink with Mel poised on top of her. The gold on her arms and thighs caught the lamplight, almost bright enough to reflect on her delicate face. The press of her thumbs into Sevika's nipples, the weight of her on her cock, her round tits practically begging for attention, it made her forget herself for just a moment. She caressed her way down Mel's side, grabbed at her wide hip and pulled her along. Her claws curled around the back of Mel's neck, mimicking her a second earlier, and pulled her down until their bodies were flush.

Ran let their racing heart return to normal, their head still in a fog of bliss and submission that rendered them unable to speak. The weight of their collar around their neck would have reminded them they couldn't even if they were coherent enough to. Their head rolled to the side so they could watch Mel's mouth slot against Sevika's their cum still shiny on her gold-freckled cheek. They wanted to kiss it off, but they just squirmed in place and stared instead. Both women remained as stunning as they had looked earlier, but knowing they were sharing Ran's cum along with their own spit made them feel a rush of excitement. Maybe if Sevika fed them more shimmer they could get hard again.

They didn't get the chance to entertain that train of thought for long. They pushed themself to sit up when someone knocked on the door. A moment later, the familiar voice of their host followed.

"Ran? You still in there?"

The person in question couldn't pull their voice from where it had been banished by their collar and Sevika's commands. They glanced over at her and Mel. They seemed to have not heard a thing. It felt rude to interrupt them as they writhed against each other, Mel's long, slender fingers winding into Sevika's hair as she was groped. So they slid off the couch and crossed the room. Their legs thankfully felt solid underneath them. They turned the knob and opened the door.

Beside the host was the reason all of them had gathered in the first place. Lest stood, pipe in hand, claw tapping against the glass with impatience, and glared at them. Her large gold eyes raked them with a cold, appraising swiftness. The host could manage no such aloofness. She turned red as soon as she saw the state of them with their smeared lipstick, their black fringe pasted to their face, skin glistening with sweat and their leash dangling in front of them. They hadn't even used their jockstrap to cover up.

"I, uh, I'll see you around some other time?" the host said. She glanced past them at the two women on the couch. She folded her hands behind her back when she met their eyes again. "You still owe me that game, right?"

Ran nodded, which seemed to confuse her. Right, she'd never seen them in a scene like this. They blew her a kiss, then smiled wider when she giggled and turned on her heel to head back down the hall.

Lest shouldered her way past them with a huff. "Get out of my way. Can't believe you two couldn't keep your hands to yourselves for a couple of hours." She took a long drag from her pipe and turned back to Ran as they followed her away from the door. She blew the puff of purple smoke in their face and flicked a clawed hand at them. "Don't get near me. I am not in the mood to deal with dumb dogs tonight."

Ran's sly smile was shameless. They couldn't say a word, but just that had gotten Lest to roll her eyes and direct her attention elsewhere.

To the couch, specifically, where Mel was still straddling Sevika with the other woman's hands on her hips. She was beaming over her shoulder at Lest, one of her hands braced on Sevika's muscular thigh so she could cock a shoulder in Lest's direction.

"Ah, you made it after all. Splendid to see you, Lest," Mel said. She, too, was gleaming with sweat from her exertions. "I must thank you for finding me such entertaining guards."

"You can thank me get helping get them the hell out of here. Your hunch was right and I can't deliver bad news when your ass is looking at me like that." Lest put up her hand and squinted as she turned her head away for emphasis. Her eyes remained locked onto the ass she referred to, however, and took another drag from her pipe.

Mel hummed and let her head roll around on her neck to bring Sevika back into view. "Looks like I won't get to wear you out as I'd hoped."

Sevika scoffed and lifted Mel off her like she was a doll. She set her down beside her on the couch and sat up. "Keep believing that's how things would end. Whatever makes you feel better, Medarda." She stood and tucked her cock back into her pants, buttoning then buckling her pants before she glanced up again and found she was being quietly stared at. She raised a brow and started toward the shirt she'd left on the floor. "I'm not dressing the two of you. Ran, get moving."

The command made Ran blink a couple of times and go for Mel's discarded dress and panties first. They brought both pieces to her, leaning over the couch to hand them over.

Mel grabbed the fabric from them, then reached up to hook a finger into the ring of their collar and tugged them closer. She had seen Lest approach Sevika behind them. They would both keep each other occupied for a moment. "You were simply delightful to play with tonight, Ran."

Ran's smile couldn't have been more smug. They had their hands braced on Mel's soft thighs, and when she spoke, they stroked her skin with their thumbs. They leaned further forward, just enough to peck Mel's lips in response. They agreed, and this was the only way they could think to express that right now.

Mel let her finger slip free and slowly ran the tip of her nail along the line of their jaw with a feather-light touch that made them shiver. "Would you perhaps be amenable to meeting again like this?" She glanced at Sevika and Lest. They were still speaking. And a little inkling of nefariousness took hold in her as she watched the older woman drape her cloak back over her broad shoulders, concealing the stunning body she'd enjoyed so thoroughly tonight. She took Ran's chin between her fingers, pressing the tip of her nail into their plump lower lip. "Without her next time?"

Ran opened their mouth to accept her thumb and slowly nodded as she teased their tongue the same way she had just teased their lip, their jaw. A gentle touch that made them want to strain toward her and beg for more, even without a voice to help. The mischievous glint that had sparked to life in Mel's eyes made them almost dizzy with excitement. What would she do to them without someone else to wield their leash?

Sevika struck Ran in the back with a ball of fabric, then snatched their pants off the floor and started to roll them up, too. "You let her touch your collar one more time and you're limpin' back home on foot, you greedy whore." She closed the space between them and scruffed Ran by the collar. She slapped them in the chest with their pants and turned them around as soon as they grabbed the garment. She would undo their chest harness for them since they'd probably fuck that up somehow.

Ran didn't ask about their collar, just balanced their weight to pull their pants up while Mel crawled off the couch to cover herself up as well. It was a tragedy, really, but they found themself looking at Sevika's scowl instead of getting one last look at Mel's body. They let her slip the harness off them and put their shirt on in as much of a hurry as they could. She reached behind them to unbuckle their collar and handed them their harness. Every action between the two of them flowed seamlessly.

By the time Ran was dressed, Lest was sitting with Mel at the table a few feet away, a glass in front of each of them. Lest had poured more for herself.

Mel watched them as they went for the door, her lips curling into a smile she didn't even notice. "I do hope we three are able to further this acquaintance in the future." She slowly traced the rim of her glass with a fingertip.

Sevika stopped and gave Mel a hard, heated look over her shoulder. "I wouldn't count on it, Medarda." She opened the door and stepped through it.

Ran lingered just long enough to find their voice and said, "You never know." They shut the door behind them.

Mel listened as their footfalls staggered into synchronicity and disappeared down the hall. This couldn't be the last time she saw them. At least one of them. Just to start, of course.

Finally managed to get my shit together and finish this fic for my bestie @butchmiles! Thank you for requesting these three together way back when and also helping me build out their dynamic over the past few months!

There are two other parts to this series about Mel, Ran, and Sevika I have planned. Links will be added below once they're written and posted.

On Call (Mel/Ran)

Pressing "Paws" (Mel/Ran/Sevika)

Credit to @cafekitsune for purple and gold dividers

Mel's shoulders sagged as soon as Elora shut the door to the grand room that was her study. She glared down at the papers left behind by the merchant who had just left. It all looked like a blur to her. Just meaningless words. He had already failed to convince her cousin who lived in Piltover to invest in this venture, and he had concealed that fact until she had pressed him about it. He had lied to Elora, and her cousin had been abroad for the past several months, hardly reachable.

She was fuming over it. It was disrespectful to her, to her cousin who already knew better, and to Elora, who was already at her desk and gathering up the offending pieces of what may as well have been scrap. She wanted to clench her fists. She didn't. Her fingertips had been splayed out on the desk, pressed into its surface with more force than she almost ever exerted. She had to move them to let Elora do her job. Now they were frozen inches above the surface, hovering and nearly trembling with contained irritation as Elora glided around her.

The other woman paused on Mel's other side, her overstuffed folder hugged to her chest. She looked Mel up and down and sighed softly. "You need the dog again, don't you." It wasn't a question.

Mel's eyes darted to meet Elora's, and she straightened up from the frustrated hunch she had assumed over the desk. She brought her hands together in front of her own stomach, poised and schooling her features into neutrality. She couldn't let on about the burst of excitement she felt as soon as Elora brought up her favorite outlet for her stress when it got this bad. The only effective one, really. She could drink like a fish and go to her favorite restaurant with Elora enough times to pay their rent on her own, but it didn't unwind her. It didn't purge her of the tension always coiling beneath her skin. As if dread made manifest was dragging itself through her veins instead of blood.

"I suppose that would be enjoyable. Yes, Elora, call on them." She glanced over her shoulder at the bright sunlight streaming in around the golden Medarda crest hanging high above their heads. "Perhaps for tomorrow night? And clear whatever time they agree to." She paused and reached for Elora before the other woman could step away. The feeling of her friend's sleeve in her hand was a balm to her aggravation for just a moment. "As well as the following morning. Just in case."

Elora nodded, letting Mel's hand linger on her until Mel drew her hands together again. She folded her hands in front of her and sucked in a deep breath. Elora allowed herself a small smile and said, "I'll see if they can make it for tonight."

That made Mel's lips twitch, but she managed to retain her composure. "That would be excellent, Elora, thank you."

Elora pulled a small notebook from her pocket along with a compact pen and began scribbling. Mel's schedule would need to be significantly rearranged for this. "Fire noodles tonight if they can't make it?" she asked.

Mel's full lips curled, and she chuckled. "Always."

There weren't many things that could interrupt Ran's games at The Last Drop without pissing them off. When a buddy of theirs that worked in shipments Topside called for them and waved a little envelope, they handed their cue to the nearest person and practically vaulted over the table. They ignored the heckling that earned them and tossed an invitation over their shoulder for their teammate to finish up their fresh drink.

It had been a solid few months since they'd heard from the Councilor they had fucked with Sevika a couple of years earlier. They didn't have her in mind when these long stretches passed, too occupied with the chaos of their daily life to spare a thought for the gilded woman who loved winding them around her delicate fingers. If she was in the mood again, they'd find a way to shuffle around the rest of their night or whatever night she wanted them for. They could practically taste the tart, heady wine from her home country on their tongue again. And the floral, earthy, salty flavor of her.

They ducked into the alley behind the bar to pry up the golden seal of the Medarda clan with one of the small blades they kept in a sheath on their hip. Even the paper felt heavy and luxurious in their hand. They tucked the blade away and read the impeccable script of the Councilor's right hand. Dear Ran, Miss Medarda is in need of your presence again. I assume you are still amenable to the arrangement between the two of you as I have not received any correspondence to the contrary.

Please respond via our shared associate whether you can meet her at the usual establishment within Old Piltover tonight or tomorrow night. If tonight is possible, please assume that is her preference and aim to appear at the time previously adhered to. You shall receive your standard service at the conclusion of your session with Miss Medarda.

I assume you still have a preference for Noxian wine over the other spirits available. Please correct me if not. I shall procure what is necessary.

Best Regards, Elora of House Medarda

There was another sheet in the envelope for them to write their response and hand over to the woman who'd lit up a cigarillo and was smoking back by the entrance of The Last Drop. Ran slouched against the wall and used the sturdy envelope and folded up letter they'd just read along with their left hand as a surface to write on. They didn't have much to say, so it would be enough. The pencil they scratched it all out with was from a friend of theirs, a scribe working for Silco. Been a while, Elora.

I'll show up tonight.

Same time and place.

I want a bottle of wine to myself for the short notice. See you two later.

- Ran

They slipped their response back into the envelope and used their lighter to melt the back of the seal so it would stick again and hold the envelope shut. Another trick from the scribe. They'd cut everything too haphazardly for it to look unopened, but that wasn't the point. The sooner they got this back across the bridge, the more treats they could count on after they had tired themself and the gorgeous young Medarda out.

They tipped the messenger who'd brought it to them for the trouble, knowing she'd probably needed to dip out on half a shift to do this exchange, and hit the road. They had a few things to get ahead of before they could disappear until dawn. Or longer if the Councilor made it worth their while.

Mel placed a bundle of white silk rope at the edge of the bed along with a matching blindfold. She went to the round table tucked into an enclave flanked by tall, narrow windows. Elora had already placed a bucket on top of it and filled it with ice and two bottles of wine from her collection. One was sweeter than the other, and she would let her guest decide which one to claim. She grabbed one of the chairs and dragged it across the plush rug to stand beside the bed as well. Beneath her skin, nervous energy was bouncing along her nerves, making her impatient. They should be arriving, which meant Elora wasn't here. She had to man all of the doors between the outside and in here to keep things discreet.

Mel checked the washroom one last time. The tub was wide and deep enough for two, even with how tall the both of them were, and she already had the oils and soaps to prepare them a bath later set aside. She peeked at herself in the mirror. She had reapplied her makeup after getting ready for this, covering the dark circles and bags beneath her eyes with deep purple and gold bright enough to match her tattoos. It wouldn't matter by the time the night was over. If this went anywhere near as well as last time, not even her hairstyle would survive what was about to happen to her. The thought made her smile despite herself.

She heard footsteps in the hall and hurried back to the bed. She perched on the opposite side of the bed to where she had been arranging some of her props for later. Her white satin slip, adorned with lace along the slits that showed off her legs, clung to her as she leaned back on one hand. She placed the other over her exposed thigh as Elora opened the door.

Ran stepped through looking every bit as lovely as they had the last time she'd seen them months earlier. Their hair was still cut in the choppy style as they'd worn when she met them, concealing their left eye. They were in the same white button up shirt and black leather chest harness, the same tight black pants and belt, the same mismatched black leather boots with a simple cloth glove over their prosthetic right hand. Their lips were painted black, and liner was smudged under the eye she could see, but just like her own makeup, she suspected none of it would last long. Their slouch contrasting Elora's perfect posture amused her enough to smile sooner than she intended to.

"It is wonderful to see you again, Ran," Mel said. She remained seated as they approached, lifting her hand to meet their left one when they reached for her. When they gave her a little smirk and bowed to kiss the back of her hand, she rose with practiced grace. Their lips were as plush on her skin as she remembered them, and her tongue swiped over her own before she could stop herself.

"Good to be back, Miss Medarda," they said. They kept their hold on her hand as she placed one of her own on their shoulder, toying with the collar of their shirt. "Thought you'd finally gotten sick of me." They stroked the back of her hand with their thumb, their wry smile still firmly in place. This was always a game to them.

Mel's brows furrowed a bit, betraying genuine remorse that she had given them such an impression before their soft chuckle helped her catch on. So she pouted instead, curling her fingers into their collar and glancing past them at Elora in the doorway. "I will call on you, Elora. Thank you for all of your help."

Ran looked over their shoulder at her, watching the other woman's expression go from soft and content over Mel's gratitude to sharper and more purposefully neutral when they locked eyes. "See ya soon, Ellie." They watched her bristle a bit at the nickname, her light brown cheeks flushing redder for a moment before she shut the door and left them alone with her boss. Well, clearly they were far more than colleagues to each other, but Ran understood the importance of titles when pretending that wasn't the case.

Mel allowed herself a hum of amusement only once Elora was out of sight. They were still holding her hand, the skin of their fingers and palm rough to the touch. Every brush of their thumb across her own skin sent little sparkling rivulets of excitement through her. She rose up onto her toes when they turned back to her, their nose grazing hers. "Tell me, what are your intentions for tonight?"

Ran knew it was a trick question. They placed their right hand on her hip, mechanical fingers clicking as they curled to fit along the curve of it. "Whatever you want them to be, Miss." The title was a taunt. They didn't say it with the reverence they had shown Sevika when Mel had met the two of them together. They liked the way it softened her features into something closer to a smile than a pout. "You've been having a bad time of it, right? Lemme fix you up."

Mel's hand moved from their collar to cup the side of their face instead. She pulled them into a kiss, planting her feet as they bowed to keep her lips pressed to theirs. They wasted no time in slotting their mouth against hers, teasing her with the tip of a tongue that tasted like harsh-tasting liquor and lingering herbal smoke. She let go of their hand to grab at their arm instead, and they wrapped her up in theirs.

Part of Mel felt tempted to surrender to them this time. To lean into the firm grip of their arms and exhale until there was nothing left of her but an open shell for them to maneuver around this room. That was not the arrangement. She had called on them because she had almost snapped at someone today. Because she had been eyeing the door to her wine cellar every time she passed it for most of this week. Because she was tired of bending or dodging the gaze of prying eyes that only sought her weaknesses. Just recalling how she had felt in her study earlier, watching that charlatan show her his back, made her slide her hand back and up. Into the short, spiky hair at the back of Ran's head. There was enough for her to curl her fingers into. Enough to pull. To scruff them as they explored her mouth with their tongue and give them pause.

She broke the kiss, letting their lips remain close enough for them to share a shaky inhale, and cocked their head to the side with a firm tug. Their hold on her tightened, but they remained in place. "I have several ways you can alleviate this terrible mood I've been in." Mel could see the flush beginning to rise beneath their skin. She wanted to mark them up. Bare them to her. Be the one prying someone else apart for her own satisfaction. She knew they would break beautifully. And be just as enjoyable to reassemble as dawn rose over them.

Ran's throat bobbed as they swallowed, lips parted as she spoke like they wanted to breathe in her sultry purr. "Name 'em. I'll give ya the green light." They smoothed their hands along the small of her back, reveling in how it made her shift her weight, before they settled on her hips again.

"Why don't you have a look at the bed and tell me if you like what you see," Mel said. She reached for the top button on their shirt and popped it open. She watched their gaze leave her and land where she had directed it. They smiled enough to bare their teeth, and the hunger she had been feeling rise in her grew fangs as well.

"Been a while since I got tied. You gonna blind me too? Sounds fun." They could feel her undoing their buttons, her fingertips lingering in the space she was opening up between the panels of their shirt. Gentle touches along their skin. More gentle than they had ever received before her. They wondered what it would take for her to be rough.

"Of course, my sweet. What would be the point otherwise?" She hooked her fingers into the top strap of their chest harness and tugged on it. "Strip for me. I'll decorate you with those ropes once you do." A flash of pride blazed through her chest for a moment when they looked disappointed to be let go. She could perch on the bed again and watch them. Or she could see how they took to being rewarded pre-emptively. As they began to undo the buckles of their chest harness, she went to fetch the wine that had to be chilled by now and poured two glasses. This was a duty of Elora's, but she was hosting, and she didn't want to wait to have the butch behind her bare and at her mercy.

They were tugging the bottom of their shirt out of their pants by the time she returned. Most of it was open, sagging off one shoulder and exposing a small, perky breast with a large, dusky brown areola to her. She licked her lips and took her first sip of wine. Even the sweeter variety was sharp on her tongue. Tart and rich and feeling quite appropriate for this moment. She set down their glass and stood between Ran and the edge of the bed, watching them shrug the shirt off and kick off their boots.

Before they could reach for their belt, Mel grabbed the front of their pants and tugged. They hadn't brought their collar, and they had already promised themself and the person who owned them with it that they never would. That didn't mean Mel didn't find other ways to pull them around like they belonged on a leash for her. They followed her wordlessly when she turned around and led them to the chair waiting by the rope and blindfold.

"Show me everything else and we can get you started on the bottle I owe you for tonight, my lovely," she said. She perched in the chair. For now. She could see a flicker of something like confused amusement on their face when she complimented them again. She knew what they expected from those who dominated them, and it wasn't her style. They were a pretty thing. They should feel like it in her presence. She crossed her legs and draped a slender, elegant arm over the rest beside her as she took another sip.

"How good do I gotta be for you to pop 'em both open?" they asked. They unbuckled their belt and didn't bother pulling it free of the loops. They didn't put on those kinds of shows. The metal buttons they yanked open made enough room for them to shove the garment down. They chuckled when the sight of their legs made Mel pause and stare as they stepped out of their pants and hooked their thumbs in their briefs as they waited for her to answer.

Mel blinked and took another sip just to keep herself from licking her lips over how good their thighs looked. Thick with muscle but padded by fat just like their narrow hips and lower abdomen. The slight outward curve beneath their abs, where the waistband of their briefs dug in, was a point of fixation for her. It had been since she'd first gotten her hands on them years ago. She flicked her gaze upward and was met with a knowing smirk.

"I am still deciding that. So far, you are not doing well. I said everything, did I not?" Mel watched their smile grow as they pushed their briefs down. She should focus on their face. It was a handsome one. Sharp cheekbones and a strong, straight jawline formed the frame of a face that narrowed into a pointed chin. Their nose was broad, with a pronounced bridge that would be complemented by a piercing through it. A deep set, deep green eye was decorated with black liner that would look even better after the smudging of being slept in for more than one night. And their mouth, the roundness of their lips and how stark their shape was when painted the black shade they always wore, managed to enchant her no matter how many times she looked at it.

Ran crossed their arms, their shoulders rolled back to draw them up to their full height for once, and remained in place. They watched her eyes narrow slightly, her delicate fingers curling tighter around the narrow stem of her glass. "You can look, Miss. I got nothing to hide." They felt a pleasant tingle of heat that followed her eyes as they trailed lower. They had worked damn hard to create and maintain this physique. Between the hormone regiment they had been on for over a decade and a half and the manual labor jobs they'd had long before that, their lean frame was built out by softness and strength alike. And they knew Mel would thoroughly enjoy both features. More so than most of the women who got their hands on Ran.

Mel took one more sip, letting the chilled wine roll around in her mouth and blend with the saliva suddenly filling it, and stood. She walked around to stand behind the chair and pointed to the seat. "If you would be so kind, beautiful," she said. Her measured smile grew more eager when their cheeks were dusted with color again. They had no qualms about baring themself to her, standing proud as she drank in the sight of their soft cock resting, plump and terribly enticing, between their thick thighs. But any kind of pet name continued to render them sheepish. She would take full advantage of that.

She took a moment to set her glass down on the nightstand behind her as they sat, placing their hands on the armrests and splaying their thighs open. She returned and reached over the back of the chair to gently grab their shoulders. They dropped upon contact, and she smoothed her way down to their biceps, reveling in feeling corded muscle in her hands. "Is there a position you would prefer to be kept in?" she asked. She bowed forward to brush her lips against the short, spiky locks at the back of their head, and smiled when Ran leaned back in a silent ask for more. They had always been needy from what she had seen. It made them that much more fun to play with.

Ran hummed at the kiss Mel granted them, the pressure mirrored by her hands on their upper arms. She loved fondling them, had since the night they met, and they always acquiesced to her touch. "It's up to you, Miss. I'm flexible enough to handle something fun for you." They wanted to whine a bit when she let them go, but they knew where things were headed and stayed quiet.

Mel circled the chair as she unwound the bundle of rope and let it drop by her feet as she stood in front of them again. "I'll be nice, since you'll be in these for a while. Hands behind your back, dear." When they sat up and obeyed, resting their forearms one over the other against their back in a classic position, it reminded her they were trained and owned. She pushed the thought of the other woman who had accompanied them when they two met out of her mind. She wasn't sharing tonight. She hadn't shared them in a very long time.

Ran watched as Mel bent at the waist sliding the rope between her slender fingers, the glitter on her nails catching their eye as it flickered in the light, mimicking the shine of the rope. She folded the length of it in half to start, then reached around with it to wrap around their waist, passing her hands underneath theirs. For a long moment, they were lost in the speckles of color that gathered together to form her irises, gold and green circling each other. Then her gaze dropped to their chest as she pulled the rope taut, hugging the strip of skin just beneath their small breasts. Hers were slightly larger than theirs, with more roundness to their shape. Their breath caught, but she continued, and they shifted forward in their seat to make more room for her to work with behind them. Their knees nearly brushed hers as she leaned in again to wind another section of rope around them.

Mel had to concentrate. She hadn't attempted this on a nude body before, and it had been longer than she had expected since the last time she'd practiced. Ran had been her intended subject from the beginning, but she also needed to adjust her approach to account for the difference in shape and size between them and who she had primarily practiced on.

Lest had been the source of the idea, and the source of the matching tools she now had in her possession. She had taken Mel to her first demonstration of this discipline as well, where she witnessed a positively stunning submissive with a similarly lithe body get tied and suspended from an elegant brass frame on a stage. She had not, however, volunteered herself to be subject to Mel's amateur attempts to replicate the ties and shapes she saw criss-crossing over the lingerie of that performer.

That responsibility had been taken up by Elora. Mel had shown her the bundles of rope supplied by Lest, and she had expressed interest in assisting Mel while she pursued this new interest. Their sessions had constituted long stretches of Mel studying instructional diagrams procured for her by her initial subject and copying the techniques she found within them. The two of them were always fully clothed, with Elora more often than not as covered as she was in her waking life. Mel would study the way the rope sat against the supple fabric of her pajamas, her own hair concealed by a bonnet with the shape of her figure lost in a loose nightgown. They would chat about their days or what they were reading at the time as her friend became more and more tangled up in the designs she attempted on her.

Muscle memory guided her to a degree as she was brought back to those sessions now. As the image of Elora mapped itself onto the butch in front of her every so often. Recalling how she bowed her head to allow Mel's arms to reach over it as she wrapped her over and over again. How she would arch her back and lean into the tug of the ropes each time Mel pulled them through each other to form another band of restraint. How she would fall more and more silent as Mel continued to work. As the ropes got tighter and she could move less and less.

The similarities between this behavior and that of the submissive in front of her that were emerging fascinated her. How they both seemed to strain for her touch each time her knuckles brushed skin or clothing as she passed the ropes between her hands or hooked her fingers into them to test that she was leaving just enough slack to not cause damage. How deep green and gold eyes alike grew cloudier over time.

She did take note of where her own gaze was drawn as well. The most Elora had ever shown her was a glimpse of collarbone along with her hands and arms up to her upper biceps. Olive skin with soft, barely visible hairs decorating her slender forearms enough to command Mel's complete focus. Until the ropes pulled so much of the loose fabric of her sleep shirts into the gentle curves of her body that nothing truly seemed out of Mel's grasp to admire. The meditative rhythm of it all kept her calm, however, her mind occupied enough to not allow her heart to run away with her. She knew that Elora would feel it if a tremble took up in her hands or if they lingered too long anywhere on her body. At times she would fear that her gaze had become too heated, too obvious, as she wove intricate knots into harnesses time and time again until she managed to lift Elora clean off the floor.

That was when she had felt ready for this. When she had managed to recreate a far less decorative yet no less functional tie than the one that had enamored her with this practice in the first place.

On Ran, she found herself absorbed in the sight of the rope, nearly opalescent in its color, digging into skin several shades paler than Elora's. She had managed to leave some light markings on Elora's arms when she focused there, but the cloth prevented that from happening on her torso. Now she could count on that effect being present all over the butch she was binding. She first framed their chest in a similar fashion to their chest harness, then doubled up with a pair of triangular shapes around the softness there, smiling to herself as their dusky nipples hardened to puffy nubs that she couldn't wait to play with.

Their arms came next, forearms fixed in place with a thick band formed through several passes around with the rope. She only turned her back on them and left their field of vision to fetch another bundle so she could continue the harness around their torso, following the slight inward dip of their waist and framing their abs next. She closed off the tie by looping the long tail she had left for herself up through the body harness and wove a large knot into the center of their chest. There was enough length for her to play with as a leash of sorts if she wanted to. She knew better than to pull from their neck, and besides, the demanding pressure of yanking on the tails connected to their entire torso would create a distinct sensation from the way their owner handled them.

She took a step back as she let the tail dangle between their still open thighs. A proud smile curled her lips as she folded her hands in front of her and appraised the work of art she had made them into. This was only the beginning, but she felt a sense of satisfaction already. The ropes were evenly spaced, perfectly symmetrical, hugging their softness where it could be found and emphasizing it. The knot in the center of their chest looked like a blooming, geometrical flower. When was the last time someone had gotten them flowers? Had anyone ever done that for them? She should. She wondered what they would prefer.

Her attention was returned to where it belonged by the sound of them letting out a quiet, shuddering breath and saying, "Feels good…Nice and tight." Their voice was a low rasp, and their words were spaced awkwardly apart. Mel's smile broadened. Even without a collar, she had rendered them nearly unable to speak, and she had barely touched them. Normally them saying such a thing would be followed by some kind of quip implying that she would feel similarly coiling around their fingers or cock, but it looked like they didn't have the mind for that at the moment. That was how she wanted them for this next part.

She crossed in front of their chair to grab the blindfold she had set aside and dangled it in front of their face as they lifted their head to peer up at her. They seemed utterly taken by the proud look on her face, the fog behind their eyes reminding her of the strictness they were used to. They wanted to feel her grip on their mind tighten as much as these ropes. "Ready for this, my lovely?" she asked. She wiggled the length of sleek fabric in front of them until their eyes dropped to fix on it instead of her.

They nodded once, their throat bobbing visibly with a heavy swallow, and shut their visible eye before she even had it stretched between her two hands.

Ran welcomed the dark that came with both their eyelids and the blindfold. They inclined their head to the left when they felt Mel brush aside the long pieces of fringe away from the scarred eye they concealed. She understood their silent indication of consent that she expose that half of their face and felt the blindfold against their skin, rendering them unable to see a thing even once they opened up. They couldn't fight their smile, nor did they want to. It was harder to speak in their current state, but they hadn't yet lost their voice completely.

"Feelin' shy all of a sudden, gorgeous?" they said. The words felt like they were tangling around Ran's tongue. They heard her amused little hum and felt a flutter of satisfaction in their chest. They could so clearly picture the smile that must be curling her full lips, but they found their attention drawn to the other sounds of her. In absence of her gorgeous face and body to look at, they listened instead to the quiet creaking of the floor that said she had stepped behind them again. Then heard her taking another sip of wine.

There was a soft rustling of fabric, and Ran's mouth began to water. Was she stripping herself bare now? The thought alone was enough to make their cock start to swell again. Her deep brown skin, adorned with gold symbols that had been dancing in their dreams for years since they had first set eyes on her in person, bared completely to them and the lamplight. It was an intoxicating image. They heard her drawing closer again and fought the urge to turn their head. All of the tension that built in them through that resistance escaped them in a quiet gasp as soon as they felt her soft fingertips brush their bare shoulder.

Mel hummed again and smoothed her hand down the curve beneath her fingers until she reached the first band of rope digging into their upper bicep. They bowed into her hand, shifting in place to open their thighs wider like their mind as well as their blood was pooling between them. "So beautiful," she mused. "I'm not certain where I want to begin. What do you think, dearest?" She paused directly in front of them and reached out to run the tip of a nail along the line of their jaw before she grasped them by the chin.

They parted their lips for her, inviting the press of her nail into their plump bottom lip. The same way she had touched them years earlier when she had proposed this arrangement to them in the first place. "That isn't an answer, I'm afraid. Shall I enjoy my drink while you make up your mind?" She chuckled at the soft whine that built up in the back of their throat as they leaned forward and sucked her thumb into their mouth. "Still not an answer." She pulled her thumb free and cupped the side of their face, her other hand lightly running along the ropes that framed one small, perky breast. She wondered if they could somehow feel that her fingers were lingering there or if only she knew where she would touch next.

"Wanna taste you," Ran said. Their words were becoming slurred now. They rubbed their smooth cheek into her hand. "Just your skin? Please, Miss." They turned their head to press a kiss to Mel's palm.

It almost made her feel bad for what she intended to do. They both knew how this would end, with Ran's head clamped between her thighs for the better part of an hour at least. She still had to tease them first. Take advantage of the fact that they were so pliant already. "You've already had a taste, haven't you?" she said with a playful lilt in her voice. Again, they whined as she let their face go, the tone climbing higher when she grabbed at their chest.

Mel flattened her palms against them, leaning in to brush the shell of their ear with her lips. "Let's see if you can't sound tempting enough to let you have what you want, puppy." Again, she was careful to distinguish what she called them from their owner, who only ever used a shorter version of the title; and that was the kindest thing she'd heard the older woman call them. She reveled in their shudder and the breathless whimper that trickled out from between their lips.

Ran was straining toward her openly now, soft, ragged noises escaping them with every press of her hands and graze of her nails on their skin. When Mel finally rolled their puffy nipples between her fingers, they moaned. Every sensation was heightened by the darkness that enveloped their field of vision. The fresh, luxurious smell of the oil on her skin, the quiet little humming that sounded so pleased, and the silken slide of her hands. She tugged on them, and they swiveled their hips in place, arms flexing as they were reminded by the tight grip of the ropes that they couldn't touch their cock as it hardened. They would beg, but she had just banished their ability to speak by naming them as the pet they were. All they could do was whine and hope it was enough to earn more.

The Councilor toyed with their sensitive chest a while longer, finally getting a squeak out of them when she pressed the tips of her nails into the center of both nipples. She let out a bark of delighted laughter over how deeply their pretty face flushed over the sound, watching them press their plush lips together into a thinner line. They were lucky she'd decided to consider that satisfactory and straightened up to offer what they had begged for.

Mel raked her nails through the front of their hair, pushing it back until she could see the entire blindfold she had tied. She formed a tight fist, knuckles flush with their scalp, and pulled them toward her as she cocked her hip toward them.

Ran opened their mouth the second they felt smooth skin brush their lips. They had no idea where on her they were touching, but they let their tongue hang over their bottom lip and lapped at her like a dog trying to give kisses. They huffed and worked their jaw, sloppy strokes wetting her skin as they felt her shifting, guiding their head until they inhaled and caught a whiff of her cunt. They continued kissing at what had to be her thigh, hoping she would guide them where they both knew Ran wanted to be. They couldn't beg, but they were whining as if in pain over it.

The grip Mel had on their head only tightened, her lips curling with satisfaction at how desperate the butch in her hand was. "So messy," she mused. They were shameless in their affinity for canine behavior, in their attempts to catch at the smooth expanse of skin she offered them between their teeth. She turned in the other direction, allowing them to try gnawing at her other hip before she wrenched their head back. She pressed down on their tongue with her fingertips and felt as well as heard them moan.

They let their tongue dangle over their lip, a bead of drool gathering at the tip before it began to drip onto the ropes and the exposed skin beneath them. They pressed out against the rope just to feel more pressure as Mel's fingers slid along the surface of their tongue until she reached the back of their throat. They didn't gag, didn't flinch. She'd seen them taking Sevika's cock down their throat already. She knew they could take three of her fingers deeper than this. And all the while, their heart raced in their chest, their mind a pleasant fog of curiosity as to what she would do next. How she would guide them. What she would let them taste next.

"Such a good girl," Mel cooed to them. She felt heat continuing to pool between her bare thighs as Ran closed their lips around her fingers and began to suck. Their tongue prodded at her fingers, and she splayed them apart to let it dip between them. She felt her own breath hitching, caught in her throat as she swallowed, mesmerized by the sight of their smeared black lipstick getting messier as she pumped her fingers back and forth. She fisted their hair with intent again and felt them go still. She kept her hand in place and tugged, finding with a wondrous excitement that they let her guide them this way, too, pulling and pushing their head back and forth.

She glanced down to find their cock was standing upright between their thighs now, the tip glistening with clear arousal that resembled the slick they were coating her fingers with. Her own mouth filled with saliva at the sight of them so rigid over being played with this way. Over being helpless for her. A well-trained, ever-eager pet. The poor thing was so sweet they whimpered in protest when she pulled her hand away from their mouth, then almost yelped when she grabbed their cock with her spit-shined fingers and squeezed it.

Ran bucked into her hand, not thinking for a second if that was even allowed. They groaned at the answering slide of her starting to stroke them and balled their hands up into fists behind their back. She had already told them she liked how they sounded, so they let her jerk their head back and let every broken sound she pumped out of them ring through the room.

Little by little, the flush in their face crept down their neck, mottled the skin of their shoulders, bloomed across their collarbone. Mel could feel them pulsing in her hand, leaking across her fingers until the full length of them was slippery and so easy to caress. She leaned in closer to them, feeling their breath against her face and teasing them with a kiss to the cheek. They closed their mouth, pursing their lips for a kiss at once, and she granted them exactly that.

Their tongues tangled together as Mel's hand moved faster, palm twisting around the weeping head of Ran's dick until they tore away from her to fight for breath. She didn't help in the slightest. In fact, she had decided it wasn't fair for them to have all the fun tasting her tonight.

Ran's head dropped forward as soon as Mel's hand vanished from their hair. She paused in her relentless pumping, too, making them rock their hips up again. Then they froze when they felt the hand they were already missing on their thigh. They pressed their lips together, a keening sound bubbling up from deep in their chest. They leaned back into the cushions of the chair behind them and planted their feet with their knees even further apart. It was as close as they could get to begging.

Mel slowly slid her hand down the full length of them, watching their chest heave with desperate gulps of air, the muscles she had framed with her rope flexing with every move she made. She wrapped two fingers tightly around the base of their dick, holding it at a straight angle so she could bow forward and press a kiss to the rigid line of flesh that extended along the underside of their shaft. They trembled as she raked her nails over their thigh until she had her hand splayed open on the inside of their right one, her nails biting into the layer of fat gathered there. She kissed her way down to her own fingers at the base, then licked from there to the head mostly concealed by their foreskin.

The first time she'd had them, Mel hadn't gotten the chance to take her time as much as she had wanted to. She had been determined to make up for that every time since, lavishing their cock with careful attention. Tracing every inch of it with her tongue, cataloguing their reactions, engraining its flavor and varied textures in her mind. She found that she enjoyed when it was soft and especially sensitized as much as she did when it was stiff and pulsing between her lips. And she had learned to focus the vast majority of her efforts on the glans once she could slide their foreskin back.

She always did that with her lips and tongue, pushing the slick section of skin out of her way to reveal the ruddy flesh inside to her, feeling the slit at the very tip gushing with more thin nectar that always tasted just a little bit sweet. It was addictive hearing them gasp, feeling them throb and writhe under her hands, tasting them.

Ran had lost themself in the feeling of her mouth, the prickling of her nails on their thigh, and the tight hold of her fingers on them. She wasn't pinning them in place, but each time they felt the urge to jerk their hips up and slide deeper into her mouth, they resisted it. She had bound them, had taken complete control, and they were more than grateful to be toyed with until she was satisfied. Even if it felt like torture to have her curling her tongue so slowly along the curve of their dripping head. Even if she kept stopping to press kisses to their inner thigh or the soft pocket of fat that protruded along their lower abdomen when they sat.

Over and over, she slowly brought them to the brink of a feverish need to chase more friction, keeping them trapped in the state just before it. Their veins pulsing beneath their skin with liquid heat that melted their mind more and more with every beat of their heart. They had no sense of how loud they had gotten, how much they were straining against the ropes, how their cock restlessly twitched and jerked in her mouth or in her hand when she sucked on them.

Ran doubled over from where they had been draped against the back of the chair when Mel tongued their frenulum and began to pump the hand that had rested at the base of their cock, only ever squeezing, never stroking. She sucked on them with long pulls that forced more fluid out of them and even more sounds of agonized pleasure. Begging continued to elude them. They could only let their voice crack and break over breathless moans and jerk their hips to press deeper into the heat enveloping them.

Mel could feel how close they were in how they were throbbing between her lips and within the grip of her fingers. She pulled her mouth off them with an obscene little popping sound and focused on working her slick palm over and around the head of their pretty cock. "Enjoying yourself, puppy?" she asked. Her smile was audible to them. When they could only whine some more in response, she twisted her wrist again and gave their cockhead another squeeze. "You've been such a good girl." She ran her free hand up their thigh, passing over the ropes she had bound them with, and pinched one of their nipples.

Ran cried out, neck craned backward and jaw hanging open. They were hopelessly unable to form a single word to express that, yes, they loved this. They felt dizzy with desire and blissful submission. They were leaking all over her delicate fingers, desperate to fuck themself into their hand and finding no need. She was jerking them off like she wanted the tension inside of them to snap as badly as they did. But she hadn't given them permission to do that. That thought forced another keening sound out of them.

Mel rolled their nipple between her fingertips before shifting up higher on her knees to be level with their other breast. "Holding yourself back, are you, my sweet? You don't need to. Go on, I can feel how close you are." Her voice was a smooth melody in complete contrast to their audible desperation. She kept her hand moving, twisting and pumping at the same pace until they caved and fucked themself into it. That was when she sealed things with her tongue flicking over their nipple before she drew it between her full lips and sucked.

She felt warmth splatter the skin of her abdomen, then rocked back to sit on her feet so the rest of their load would strike her where she wanted it most. Their cum landed in streaks of white along her own small breasts, a stark contrast to her skin. All the while she watched them shudder and desperately buck their hips and writhe in their restraints. The ropes slicing across once pale skin now flushed in varying shades of red from arousal was a gorgeous sight. She could have rewarded them for providing her with it by allowing them to see her as she was. She decided against it, instead letting them go once their orgasm had reduced to a trickle, and reached between her own legs with her her cum-slicked hand. She made a soft mewling sound as she mixed some of her own wetness with theirs, teasing her hard clit with her own fingertips in anticipation of what would come next.

Ran felt Mel's hands leave them and nearly sobbed. The amused snort she let out made them feel a flare of embarrassment, and yet they bowed right into the feeling of her tugging on their bindings a moment later. They slowly sank onto their knees in front of the chair, flexing the muscles of their abdomen to assist them with balance.

"Good girl," Mel praised again. "What a mess you made. But you can't help it, can you? Puppies are always messy." She chuckled as they rapidly nodded, trying to bow forward blindly like they wanted to kiss or nuzzle her. They were panting, lips glistening, with a thin trail of shininess catching the light on the right side of their face. She had already drawn tears. She grabbed their waist with both hands, heedless of how she was smearing their combined arousal onto their skin and spots on the rope. "Ready to clean it all up?" Again, Ran's head bobbed up and down.

Mel grabbed their hair again, winding the thick, dark locks between her fingers to guide them. She ran her fingertips along the ropes around them to hook her hand into the back of the tie she had created. She needed to keep them upright, after all. She bowed back enough that they would have enough room to press their lips to her collarbone to start, and they took to the task with as much enthusiasm as they had when exploring her hips earlier. Their mad snuffling into her and wet kisses tickled her as they sought their own flavor on her skin.

Ran couldn't think past the commands she had given them. They didn't need to. They had offered their mind up to her just as they had with their body. The grip she had on the ropes held them steady enough to focus entirely on their task; she managed to be strong enough to bear their weight without them needing to consider their own balance. All they were in search of was the slippery sensation of their own slick on the satin of her skin.

The frantic rubbing of their face into her brought them to the curve of her shoulder. Too high up. They kissed their way back down to her collarbone, following the prominent ridge to its center, then bowing further down. Her grip held, and they imagined hidden muscle becoming visible in her slender arms as they finally found a trail to follow. They moaned into her skin as they dragged their tongue along the splatter they had left on her.

"There you are, my lovely. You're smart even like this," Mel said. There was a teasing arc in her voice that only contributed to the flush in Ran's face as they feasted on their own cum. On her. Their desperation was almost overwhelming. Mel's heart was racing in her own chest, only a thin layer of skin and muscle and fat separating it from the mouth that caressed her breasts in turn, the tongue that laved over both of her hardened nipples, the teeth that began to graze and gnaw at her.

She let them build their appetite further, knowing only the slickness of her cunt would sate their hunger. They whined into her chest when they found they couldn't hunch down further to lick their way to it. She let herself believe that it was the sound of their suffering over her that made her decide to finally give them what they wanted. That she wasn't persuaded by the clenching of her own cunt around nothing just from feeling their shuddering breaths of need. And the warmth of their skin. And the gorgeous sight of their mouth continuing to work against her. Beautiful girl. She hummed and let them press one more wet kiss to her left breast, over her heart, before she yanked on the rope to pull them back.

"I believe it's time for you to get in bed, puppy," she said. She ran her fingertips around the ropes that bound their lower torso, nails ghosting along the muscles she could feel shifting beneath them. And she wound the long tail she had left loose around her hand. She rose to her feet and tugged. Ran followed at once, standing without the assistance of their arms easily enough to remind her once again that they had to have been placed in this exact position before by someone.

Mel yanked Ran along the short distance to the bed, and they grinned as they followed her. They were licking their lips, shameless in their visible excitement to finally get what they were here for. They heard a soft creaking, a quiet rustling, and then felt Mel pulling them forward again. They weren't sure how she expected them to get onto the bed without their arms. They decided it didn't matter if they flopped face first in front of her so long as she let them eat.

Ran pitched forward after placing a knee on the bed and felt her hands on them again instead of striking the silk sheets beneath them. As she had before, she held them steady, bearing their weight as they crawled forward on their knees. Then she pushed at them so they remained in place, upright on their knees, and spoke.

"You have been excellent at following along tonight, puppy. I'll be nice. Would you like to keep the ropes on?" she asked.

Ran huffed. Why did it matter what they wanted? They just wanted to taste her as soon as possible. They shrugged and tried to lean forward, but her hands splayed across their chest to stop them.

"I do like the look of this part on you," she said. She hooked her fingers into one of the ropes framing their chest, having tied the harness separately from their other restraints. She smiled at the way they arched toward her, perky breasts on proud display. She hummed and smoothed her palms over both of them. "Shall I free your arms, then? Have you earned the right to touch me yet?"

It was the kind of question that was always a trick when it came to their owner. She loved baiting them into stumbling, into overstepping so she could retaliate and put them right back in their place. Mel was different. She let them guide how scenes went sometimes. So they nodded and felt the web of knots she had woven in the center of their chest loosen. She unraveled it, following the length around their torso, then finally their arms.

Mel watched their shoulders sag as their arms dropped to their sides. She reached out behind herself to drop the rope over the edge of the bed. She smoothed her hands down Ran's arms, seeking the indents she had been waiting to leave in their skin. Mel found herself smiling wider as she felt their arms growing more tense. They were restraining themself from pouncing on her, she knew, and they deserved a reward for it. She rubbed her thumbs over the grooves in their skin where the ropes had pressed in.

Ran felt Mel caressing the skin of their forearms where they had been lightly marked by the silky ropes; not enough to bruise or do any damage, but enough for there to be a texture for Mel to follow. They wanted to pin Mel underneath them and feel her legs over their shoulders and her soft thighs hugging their head already. They remained in place, ever obedient when they were laid low this way.

Instead, she kissed them. She didn't wait before she pressed her tongue past their plush lips to explore their mouth. As soon as she felt the slide of the muscle behind their teeth against her own, she hooked both hands into the rope and wrenched them to the side. They toppled onto their back when she released them with a small sound of excited surprise.

They were beaming as wide as she was, though they couldn't see her, and it made her too ravenous to keep toying with them. Mel straddled Ran's narrow hips and pressed them down into the bed with her hands on their shoulders. She bowed over them, gave them another quick, harsh kiss, and crawled up the length of them like they were a ladder she couldn't wait to reach the top of.

Ran wanted to grab at her, to finally feel her skin beneath their left hand. Instead, they curled both hands, metal and flesh, into the sheets. They would be good and wait until she had settled. Right on their face.

Mel had been kind enough to throw them into the pillows so she could hang onto the cushioned headboard of the bed. She already knew she'd need it to anchor herself and dug her nails into the thick velvet as she poised herself over Ran's face. She swallowed hard, hovering close enough to feel their soft panting against the slick lips of her pussy. She'd felt the wet slide of her own accumulated arousal between her thighs with every move she'd made to get here. When she lowered herself until she felt the tip of their nose brush against her hard clit, they brought their arms up to lash around her thighs.

The first thing Ran had ever had demanded of them in her presence had been to kneel and eat her out until Sevika had scruffed them for enjoying themself too much. There was nothing in their way now. No end in sight until Mel couldn't stand the sensation of their tongue and lips devouring her pussy for a second longer.

They pulled her down onto them, the pillowy satin of her thighs surrounding their head, the weight of her pressing them into the pillows, the rich honey of her on their tongue. They didn't even pretend to have patience. They lapped at her with the single-minded intent of bringing her tumbling over the same blissful edge she had dragged them to over and over while they were bound completely for her. Their tongue splayed the lips of her cunt apart, a groan bubbling up from deep in their chest.

Even as their movements built from a slow rocking of their head back and forth to a practically frantic flicking at her clit, Ran felt a bone-deep peace settling into them. Their lungs burned, and their head was spinning, but they felt more content than they had in weeks. They didn't need to think. Just cling to her and plunge their tongue between the delicate flesh she pressed down into their mouth so they could caress every inch of her.

Mel had no reason to hold herself back. No one else was here and no one else mattered but the eager submissive she had summoned to help her work out her stress. Ran didn't expect her to be dainty or gentle. They enjoyed being used by her. Enjoyed when she indulged her capacity for more primal reactions. So she let go of the headboard and curled both hands into their hair instead. Her nails scraped along their scalp as her fingers tangled in sections of wildly different lengths, and held on for dear life.

Every wave of bliss that rolled beneath her skin, flowing outward from her rapidly slickening cunt, loosened the tension inside her until she was moaning aloud and letting her head fall back. She didn't even attempt to balance herself, trusting the corded muscle of their arms to support her weight as they gripped her. They wouldn't let her move away from their mouth, and nor would she allow them to quit plunging their dexterous tongue inside of her.

Mel shuddered at another drag of their tongue between the lips of her cunt, seeking her hard clit and flattening so she could grind on it. She bowed forward with a sound so guttural it shocked her when their plush lips sealed around the sensitive nub and drew on it with long, slow pulls that increased in their intensity until she was trying to thrust her way out of their hold.

Ran held her fast, metal and calloused fingers digging into her soft skin, their arms locked around her thighs. They refused to let her go so they could try and cram their fingers inside of her the way they had the first time they had tasted her. They wouldn't be gifted with the chance to feel her walls clenching around them this time, but maybe if they did a good enough job, she would let them have more. They needed more. They needed their mouth filled with the fresh, salty taste of her. Their throat working as they drank her in.

Ran's mouth and chin grew shiny with Mel's slick as she rode their outstretched tongue to the point of shaking, her thighs squeezed tighter around their head until her back arched back into a graceful curve. Her grip in their hair tightened nearly to the point of pulling strands free. A cry tore from her. They were sucking on her clit and rolling their tongue over her and pressing in their fingers and holding her. They wouldn't let go. They wouldn't stop. The constant pressure and suction rattled her heart in her chest until she felt as though her lungs would cave in trying to draw in the air she needed to keep her vision clear.

A knot as dense as the one she had decorated Ran's chest with, wound tighter and tighter by every move of their greedy mouth, unraveled as they dipped their tongue inside of her again. Her hips jerked, and she would have lifted herself off them if she could. She couldn't. They wouldn't let go. Wouldn't stop stroking the tender spot inside of her that glowed with white-hot euphoria after they had laved her to the point of aching.

Mel lost track of time that way. How many instances she endured when they brought her to the point of moaning and gasping herself hoarse with their tongue and lips and fingers. She had ridden herself to exhaustion on their face, laid back and locked her thighs around their head as they pressed her back into the pillows. They turned her over and had her clawing at the sheets afterward, her thighs glistening with rivers of her own arousal in the lamplight as a frothy whiteness gathered around their fingers for them to lick away.

She only stopped them because she could feel herself reaching the point of true, complete exhaustion. She could not allow that, because their nights with her never ended with the bliss they could inflict on her. She owed them handsome rewards for such exceptional service.

A bath always came first. She knew they liked the water as close to scalding as possible, and she liked filling the water with soap and fragrant oil that would cling to their skin and hair. She raked her fingers through their hair a few times to soothe them as they sank into the luxurious mixture before crossing the bathroom to show off to them in the open shower. The polished stone tiles offered back the light that flashed off of her golden tattoos as she stood under the hot spray of the water falling from the ceiling in a simulation of rain. She lathered and rinsed herself slowly, working her hands over her own curves in a mesmerizing pattern of swirls and long sweeps.

The ravenous look Ran retained on their face as she bathed was as amusing as it was flattering. They'd spent hours at her mercy and between her legs already, and yet the heat in their gaze as they watched her remained as intense as it had been when they first looked her over in her slip upon arrival. It made her want to call on them more.

She reminded herself as she toweled off and wrapped her now loose hair that the two of them didn't work that way. She called on them when all other methods of coping failed her. When she was past the end of her rope and Elora decided to put her foot down to prevent her from snapping. She liked to think this part served a similar purpose for them.

She climbed into the deep, wide tub behind them, perching on the edge with her legs framing them. This time without the intention of them pleasing her. They had done enough that she shivered just sitting down. She distracted herself by pouring soap into her hands and lathering them up before running them through Ran's damp hair.

They had draped their left arm over the side of the tub to keep their metal hand dry. As soon as she began to wash their hair, they curled their arm around her left thigh and turned their head to kiss the inside of her right one.

Mel found herself chuckling over the delivery of such a chaste gesture after they had probably given themself lockjaw from eating her out. "So sweet," she murmured to them. She grabbed a small pitcher and filled it from a narrow faucet head on the side of the tub to pour clean, hot water over their head.

Ran let their eyes shut and their body relax fully beneath the water, soothed into another kind of silence by her nails scratching their scalp and her fingers gliding through their soaked hair. When she gave the fringe in front of their right eye the gentlest brush of her fingers, they nodded slowly.

Mel carefully exposed the right side of their face with a sweep of her hand through the longest section of their hair. It had been cut in a very distinctly uneven style that left most of their nose visible while their entire right eye and most of their right cheek were hidden. The skin beneath was shot through with a branching, raised scar of skin even paler than their natural complexion. She knew the eye beneath their scarred lid was a prosthetic one formed from a foggy green glass. In the years she had sporadically seen them, she had only caught a glimpse of it a handful of times. She didn't care either way, she just wanted them thoroughly cleaned and relaxed, ready to be wrapped in the black robe she had waiting for them on the gilded table by the door.

Elora returned for the next portion. It was conservative to estimate that Mel and Ran had burned through every calorie they had consumed that day during their escapades. And possibly everything the had eaten the previous day. No matter how many times Ran joked that they were certain Mel's pussy alone could sustain them for the rest of their life, she refused to let them so much as touch their discarded clothes before they ate at least two courses. Mel's companion chose to participate in ensuring both of them ate well.

That night, the first course had comprised of dried dates imported from Shurima and a sharp, aged cheese imported from Demacia, all drizzled with golden strands of honey that ensured Mel got to watch Ran licking their fingers clean over and over again. Elora had kept their wine glasses topped up along with one of her own as Ran savored their treat and listened to Mel describe to them an option for their next meal with her.

Elora gathered the dishes and stacked them on a cart between their table and the bed. Her face remained a mask of neutrality, not betraying the small twisting she felt while Mel spoke.

"Do you have to stick to the noodles you get at the beginning?" Ran asked. It was their first question in several minutes. An interested sparkle had been shining in their eye since Mel described all of the sides that would be available.

"That's the magic of it!" Mel said. She gestured to them, a swift vertical wave of her fingers before she had to settle them in her lap to allow Elora to set their second plates down. Thick cuts of steak, practically blue for her and medium rare for them, resting in a bed of risotto that was framed by a lightly dressed salad that extended slightly over the rim of each wide plate. Mel stopped Elora with a light touch from that same hand. "Thank you, Elora."

She only returned to her train of thought once she received a soft smile and little nod from her friend. Ran was already cutting up their steak into bite-sized chunks, but she would wait for that. "You can order as many different kinds as you'd like. I wish I would have thought of this sooner to request some samples for you to try, but the craving only just now struck me again."

"Again?" Ran said as they raised their fork to their mouth. They popped a piece of meat into it and chewed, picking up their wine glass. The black silk sleeves of the robe she had covered them with dripped off their forearm with even these simple movements. They raised it to Elora and said, "Thanks for all this, Ellie. I think this is my favorite spread of yours."

She mirrored them but didn't take a sip yet. "Yes, Elora and I intended to go tonight if you were unavailable." She raised her glass to them with a wry smile. "Your punctuality is much appreciated, I assure you."

Ran took a sip with her, albeit a much larger one than she opted for. "Happy to be on call for you, Miss. You two gonna hit that place up tomorrow, then? It sounds good. I'd like to try it."

Elora refilled their glass yet again, feeling the sweeter bottle running dry. "Of course we will." She realized too soon that she had spoken out of turn, and her stomach plummeted. Her mask remained as she withdrew to set the bottle down. She dared to glance at Mel and found her friend, resplendent in her white silk robe, smiling at her in the easy, real way she often did when they were alone.

But they weren't alone. They wouldn't be alone for the rest of the night. Perhaps even the early morning. Mel's hair was loose, her posture completely relaxed in a way that only came with these visits, and it had been hours since her guest had arrived. They would both likely be too tired once they had finished eating their entrees along with dessert to separate. Even with the coffee mixed with cardamom that Elora would prepare to conclude their meal.

And she had been right. While Mel had walked them through the process of sponsoring the creation of her favorite restaurant--their favorite; hers and Elora's--they worked their way through both bottles of wine. All four courses gone. And then she had brought them back to bed. Not to sleep just yet, but to conclude the service that was expected to show appreciation for their presence. They wouldn't accept money from Mel Medarda, but they always accepted her pampering.

Mel remained in her robe while she unwound the knot securing theirs and slid it off their wide shoulders. She folded it as they laid down on their stomach by the edge of the bed and draped it over the shapely ass she'd had her hands on several times that night already. She wanted to dig her nails into their round cheeks again, but she refrained while she knew her companion would soon be back. By the time Elora had returned from delivering the cart of dishes to its destination, Mel had settled on the bed beside Ran and set out a jar of body butter along with a bottle of oil.

Elora returned in her nightclothes, a maroon button-down shirt with short sleeves and long pants. Her hair had been freed from its signature pair of buns and was tied back in a low ponytail instead. She watched Mel carding her fingers through the short, haphazardly-cut hair of her guest and remained calm. She had known what would be expected of her tonight. She had volunteered for this. No one else could be trusted with Mel's peculiar proclivities, including her preference to observe her paramour being massaged.

"Is there anywhere I should direct my focus?" she asked. She went to the table and opened the jar first, placing the cap beside it and scooping a generous amount onto her fingers. She smoothed it lightly into her skin, not intending to saturate herself with it, and stood beside the bed on the side where Mel's caller was waiting. They had a pillow tucked under their head with their cheek resting on it, their face turned toward Mel. She was grateful for that. It would help her remain focused. They had a disarmingly charming smile and quite a handsome face.

An awkward silence stretched out between the three of them, broken just barely by the sounds of Mel's nails scraping their scalp. They were breathing, slow and steady, but that was it.

Until Mel broke it. "She's speaking to you, my lovely. Is there anywhere you've been having persistent aches and pains?"

"Upper back's been an issue, I guess. Not too bad, but since you asked, Ellie." Ran kept their eye closed, the longer section of their fringe drooping onto the right side of their face as they remained in place. They hummed quietly as Mel brushed it aside and curled her fingers behind their ear. They would have shivered if it had just been the two of them.

The nickname struck Elora just as she was hovering her hands over their shoulder blades. She scanned the broad, pale expanse of their back, creating a path for her focus to follow as she progressed through her task. She would begin with where they had directed her once she coated their skin in the body butter. They felt solid as she swept her hands over them and fought to keep her expression impartial; lots of tension meant that she could put her back into this.

She fished another generous helping of the body butter out of the jar to finish polishing the skin of her best friend's bedfellow, working her way up over their broad shoulders, smoothing along their biceps. She dared to steal a glance up at Mel as she wrapped both hands around one lean bicep, the limb corded with muscle.

Mel's expression was soft, not heated, but her interest was clear. Almost to the point of mesmerism. It compelled Elora to press and push and pull at the muscle she held with more slow, dedicated attention. Had Mel been swept up in these arms tonight? Had they pinned her? How entangled had the two of them been on this bed. It had been made up in her absence out of courtesy, but she'd already heard everything that had taken place in here tonight.

It wasn't until Mel's associate let out a low groan and sighed, "That feels great, Ellie," that Elora realized she had been pressing far harder than she normally did. It was effective, however, their body had been hardened by a lifetime of labor and stress. Gentle touches wouldn't do anything for them. Which meant she could crush every ounce of tension building inside of her into them.

That was what she did. While Mel occupied herself scratching and petting them. Elora had heard how they were referred to. Not the pet names, but the title that denoted them as an actual pet. The concept was not entirely foreign to her. She found it intriguing to ponder at times, but she didn't understand the nature of it given their context. Mel saw them a handful of times a year. That was hardly enough contact for them to be considered her pet of some kind. They came to her when called upon, but she rarely made such a request. Did they belong to someone back home? Who would send them to service another person like this?

Elora dug her fingertips into the flesh that lined their spine on one side, up between their shoulder blades. Harder and harder. The questions winding her own body tighter until she was almost gritting her teeth. And she finally felt something shift and give as they melted further underneath her. Mel's satisfied hum ignited in her the need to complete her task perfectly.

"Will you be staying the night, do you think?" Mel asked her consort. She sweetened the question by stroking along their bicep, the one Elora had tackled after the first.

"Not goin' anywhere," they murmured.

"Wonderful," Mel said. Her fingertips brushed over Elora's knuckles as her companion continued pressing her way around Ran's back.

Their eyes met for a brief moment before Elora bowed over them and resumed massaging with even more vigor. More and more quiet sounds were pressed out of Mel's midnight attendant as she progressed, finding that they didn't so much have knots in their muscles as they were a solid wall. Completely stiff. She was wearing them down, however, proven by how deeply she was able to push inward and how vocal they became.

Elora ignored the flush in her own face as she watched Mel beginning to rake her nails down their side and back, leaving the faintest trails of pink on their pale skin. As their little mewling sounds lodged themselves in her ears. As their soft, silky skin continued to yield under her hands.

She finished them off by rubbing them down with one of the oils Mel had chosen for the night. By that point, Mel had migrated from sitting beside them to laying on her side, a pillow tucked under her head while she continued her lazy caresses and scratching. And Elora found her hands lingering. Moving with a gentleness that wouldn't be effective to relieve any lingering pain.

Mel's acquaintance took a deep breath, the sensation of their body rising under her palms startling Elora out of her reverie for a moment. She pulled her hands back and finally straightened her spine. And they surprised her by rolling over. They had the courtesy to grab at the robe that had been folded and draped over them, at least. Elora averted her eyes anyway, looking at Mel.

She was an absolute vision as always, laying with one of her slender arms tucked under her own head and one leg outstretched while the other was bent over it. Her hip was popped, a lovely curve that drew Elora's attention more completely than anything else in the room could. That was until Mel's adjuvant sat up and kicked their legs over the edge of the bed. They pulled the robe on, tied it loosely, and settled with one of their forearms resting on their thigh. They rubbed the back of their neck with their left hand and gave Elora a sly smile.

"You did a killer job, Ellie. Haven't felt this relaxed in ages. Thanks," they said. They peered up at her and leaned back on their hands.

Mel rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She crawled to them, placing her hands on their shoulders as she moved up onto her knees. She had an eager sparkle in her eyes that Elora had only seen a handful of times in their life together. Her lovely, full lips now devoid of makeup, were curled into a small smile that read to her companion as a silent plea. An invitation.

The spread knees that would touch Elora's if the recipient of her service closed their legs felt like a proposal of its own. And the deep green eye that slowly raked over her. How they could manage to muster any hunger at this point astonished her. Almost enough to repel her.

And then Mel leaned into the broad back Elora had been massaging. And she reached out to brush her fingertips along the sleek fabric covering Elora's forearm. As soon as her fingers were within reach of Elora's she felt a squeeze that broadened her smile further. That was all it took for Elora to bow over Ran. Mel slid her hand back from over their shoulder and held them by the waist instead. It allowed Elora's hand to replace hers.

Ran reached out to pull Elora in by the waist and tilted their head back. They had expected a chaste press of her lips to theirs. Her golden skin was already flushing in the sweetest way. She didn't seem inexperienced, but she did seem reserved. That did not come across when she lowered her head to kiss them.

Elora drew on Ran's lower lip at once, bending her knee to rest on the edge of the bed between theirs. She felt their hand sliding across her back, pulling her in more. She answered by resting on their thigh, half bared by the robe. There were thankfully three layers between her skin and theirs between the heat at the apex of her thighs that had been a steady, smoldering ember the entire night. She traced the supple flesh in her mouth with the tip of her tongue.

Her heart sank when they only tasted like the rich flavors she had served them. Coffee and the cream of a dense cake, the faintest savory traces from their dinner. And nothing of Mel. Her fingers dug into them again. Into their shoulder. Curling into the lapel of robe Elora had commissioned from Mel's seamstress for these nights.

Ran opened their mouth for her, and they allowed themself a small smile when the younger woman shoved her tongue into their mouth. It felt less like a kiss now and more like an internal inspection. Her searching for something inside of them. They knew what it was. She and Mel couldn't hide what they were to each other in Ran's presence. They knew what it meant to seek your lover in someone else's mouth and hands and more. They wished she would have pounced on them before their bath. Before Mel made them pristine, erasing all traces of her.

They would have loved to swap spit and let the lovely young woman on top of them get a real taste of what it seemed she wouldn't let herself have. When she made the first desperate sound they had ever heard from her, a soft little sigh of a moan, something that deeply suited her, Mel's grip on them tightened. It felt like she was trying to press out the air they were sharing with her companion.

Mel bowed her head forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Elora's ring finger. Her heart leapt in her chest at the barest brush of her friend's skin against her own. She watched Elora's fingers twitch, then tighten around Ran's shoulder. And then the other woman snatched her hand away.

Elora broke the kiss with as much force as she had given it in the first place. Mel had kissed her. Mel had kissed her hand as if it was spun from glass thread. As if it was precious. She couldn't keep licking into another person's mouth when Mel was so close. She couldn't keep feeling another person's arm around her waist now. Not after that. Not when her skin was tingling from that soft, brief contact.

So she shoved herself onto her feet, barely preventing herself from stumbling. She had more control over herself than that. She was meant to have perfect control. Even here. Especially here. Mel had allowed herself to relax. Elora needed to make sure the night concluded smoothly enough for her to continue to feel free enough for that to still be possible later. For Mel to have this again. She wanted Mel to have this again, and she couldn't entangle herself with the object of her desire.

She folded her hands behind her back, seeing a pout beginning to form on Mel's face. She couldn't bear for it to blossom. Not while she was still here.

"I'm glad that both of you were happy with tonight's service." It was painfully formal, and she saw Mel's thick brows arching with an ache neither of them would dare name. "Goodnight, Mel," she said. Then snapped her jaw shut. Mel's name didn't belong here. Not in this company.

Mel smiled up at her, both of her arms completely wrapped around Ran. "More than happy, Elora. You never disappoint. Will you be sleeping nearby?"

Elora nodded. She had to hold her tongue. And her face. The way she wanted to beam had to be saved for later. So she stepped away to shut off the lamps.

"Night, Ellie," Ran said. "If you ever want a turn, you know how to find me."

Elora paused by the door at that, but she didn't respond. The possibility came with too many variables. "Breakfast will be brought in the late morning," was all she could manage to say before she left.

Ran didn't hesitate to crawl out of Mel's arms and to the headboard so they could shove the blankets aside. They shrugged their robe off and left it in a heap on the floor. Behind them, Mel did the same, baring herself to them once again. This time solely to provide comfort. She pushed the blankets away and pulled them in toward her as soon as they here horizontal.

When Ran moved to roll over, Mel wriggled her way across the space between them and pressed herself to their back. They chuckled as she hugged them to her and pressed her face into the back of their neck.

"Is something amusing you?" she asked. Her voice resembled the soft humming sounds she so often made. She was running her hands over them, savoring the sensation of their freshly oiled skin. Pressing kisses to the base of their skull where their hair had been buzzed short. And she felt them melting into the mattress beneath the two of them.

"You're always the big spoon," they said. They covered the hand resting on their stomach. She didn't lace their fingers together and neither did they.

"So?" she said. She pressed another kiss to the back of their neck. "You've never voiced another preference."

"Don't have one. This is nice," they said. They felt her nose and lips against their skin one more time before she relaxed, her arms loosely coiled around them.

They were glad she had called. They hoped it would happen again.

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