Chapter 53: Afterglow
It was midnight before the guests began to drift away from the party. It was two in the morning before Wentworth confirmed that the last guests had left the grounds. We staggered back to Fiona’s room, all more than a little drunk. Opening the door to her bedroom, Fiona’s spartan one person bed greeted us.
“Yes, of course.” Fiona said, “We should move to one of the guest rooms.”
“My guest room had a queen-sized bed.” I answered, “What about yours Amy?”
“Mine was a queen as well.”
I smiled to myself. I was sure the terms king and queen sized were modern. Not that it mattered. I was happy with the game designers choosing such modern conveniences. I preferred it to them doing their full diligence on historical accuracy. I preferred a sanitized Victorian era to the real thing.
“Is there a guest room with a king-sized bed, Fiona? Or must we make do?” I asked.
“The guest room at the back, furthest from the stairs, has the only king-sized bed. How stable is everyone on their feet? Can we make it ladies?” Fiona said.
“Getting to be alone with the two of you?” I said, “I’d make it even if I had to fight another three werewolves.”
“Don’t tempt fate, Ren.” Amy said, looking around as she spoke.
Leaning on each other we made our way to the back of the second floor and into the empty guest room. Fiona closed the door behind us. And we paused. I looked at Fiona and she looked back at me, as we both had the same realization.
“How are we getting out of these gowns without a maid?” I asked.
“It cannot be that difficult,” Fiona declared. “Ren, turn around and let me get a good look.”
I spun to put my back to Fiona. I could feel Fiona take hold of the strings on my back and begin pulling and fiddling. After two minutes, give or take, I heard Fiona huff.
“Amy? We need to call a maid.”
Amy burst into a fit of giggles, “Well aren’t you two ladies lucky that you’re marrying one?”
I spun around and looked at Amy and then turned to face Fiona, “We are idiots, aren’t we?” I said. Fiona nodded.
Amy helped us escape our gowns and then talked me and Fiona through the process for her own gown. Extracting Amy took longer than it had taken her to extract the two of us. But we found ourselves standing before each other. We stood in our lingerie: bra, panties, corset, garters and stockings. I stared at Fiona and Amy. They looked fabulous: curves and sloping lines. I stared at their smooth skin flushed from the night’s events. We exchanged awkward smiles.
“I’ve had dreams about this,” Amy sighed.
“As have I,” Fiona confirmed.
“Mine involved more flowers than you might expect. And the Seer from the catacombs interrupted it.” I said.
Amy giggled and Fiona caught the bug and began giggling too.
“Seriously? She interrupted your erotic dream? She didn’t see any of it, did she?” Amy asked
“No idea,” I said.
“Can she choose to peep on you, do you think?” Amy asked, scrunching her face up as she spoke.
“I do not care.” Fiona announced. “I intend to ravish the two of you. Get on the bed.”
“Of course, Your Excellency!” Amy skipped to the bed.
I moved slower. Fortunately, I was almost recovered and didn’t keep them waiting too long.
Fiona stood beside the bed, looking down as we reclined. I was trying to appear as sultry as possible. I have no idea if I pulled that off.
“So,” Fiona said, “How do we do this?”
“I’ve never done this before,” Amy said.
I smiled, “It might be most appropriate that we serve, as wives, the one who wears the trousers in our family.”
"You are not wives yet." Fiona said.
"Close enough," I said.
Amy smiled, “That works. Fiona, on the bed. Sit back and let your wives work!”
Fiona raised her eyebrows, “Why am I intimidated?”
Amy grinned, “Has Ren been telling stories?”
Fiona propped up a few pillows behind her and lay back, “I am ready.”
Amy leaned in and gave Fiona a long deep kiss. Fiona looked stunned, and she went very red. When she finished her kiss, Amy slipped back and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Your turn Ren.”
I shuffled forward and leaned in, “Still ready?” I asked.
“Not as ready as I had thought before.” She admitted.
I kissed her and held her head in my hands as we kissed. I felt hands near my breasts and looked down. Amy was reaching behind Fiona to remove her bra.
“Keep our countess busy, Ren. I’ll get her ready.”
I smiled and licked my tongue across Fiona’s lips and then pushed my tongue into her mouth. She gasped and leaned back. I shifted and began kissing her neck. Her breathing had become heavy. I licked her ear and continued kissing her neck and listened as she gasped for air. I felt Fiona’s bra come away in Amy’s hands. Then I felt hands on the back of my own bra. And then my own bra disappeared. Fiona and I found ourselves pressing our naked breasts together. This time we both gasped.
“Lower, Ren,” Amy said. “Keep her distracted.”
I began kissing down her collarbone towards her breasts. Fiona moaned and arched her back. I laid kisses across her breasts. Stopping occasionally, I teased her nipples with my tongue. Fiona was holding her hands over her mouth, but the occasional moan still escaped as I worked. While I was pleasuring Fiona with my mouth, Amy slid Fiona’s panties down her legs. As the panties descended, Fiona made a sound somewhere between a moan and a gasp.
“Gods! Yes!” Fiona groaned.
I turned back to kissing along Fiona’s shoulders. From the corner of my eye, I could see Amy position herself between Fiona’s legs and lower her face out of sight.
“Wait, Gods, wait!” Fiona gasped.
Amy and I removed our hands and scrambled backward, “Are you okay?” we asked in unison.
Fiona lay on her back gasping, “Yes. Thank you. It was too much and too fast. I have. I have never gone that far before. It dredged up a lot of emotions. I was not ready for all my old fears about sex to bubble up like that.”
I nodded, “Oh I get that. First time with a guy, I was sobbing about being tainted goods by the end. I don’t know how he managed to finish himself off. But he did. Ugh.” Only time with a guy, actually. But that wouldn’t match what they knew about me.
“Wait,” Amy asked, “What about Vincent? You hinted pretty hard that you two were intimate.”
“Intimacy with Vincent is, well, different. But that’s not for me to explain. He will tell you if he wants to tell you. But even then, we never went below my waist. I would get scared, intimidated.”
“I’ve never seen you scared before,” I said, “I promise we’ll protect you. Whatever you need to feel safe in this bedchamber.”
“Thank you, beloveds,” Fiona said. “Now what will we do?”
“We can adjust things, if you prefer. Fiona, how would you like to assist me?” Amy said.
“Assist you how?” Fiona said.
“Well, it seems to me that this whole thing started because we both had feelings for Ren. Shouldn’t we make her the focus of our affections. It seems only fair to show our appreciation.”
Fiona smiled, “Indeed. I owe her as much pleasure as she has given me, and as intense.”
“Fiona, stay where you are.” Amy said, “Ren, lay back- recline against her.”
I did as Amy told me. I could feel Fiona’s breasts against my back, and I settled between her legs.
“I’m not too big for you, am I?” I asked.
“Beloved, I can toss you into the air. This feels wonderful.”
“Now Ren,” Amy said, “Raise your arms over your head.”
“Like this?” I said, raising my arms like I was surrendering to the police.
“Close, cross your wrists.”
“I’m suspicious now, Amy,” I said as I did what she instructed.
“You should be. Fiona, hold her in place.”
I felt Fiona’s hands on my wrists, holding my arms still. And as Fiona restrained me, Amy came in to steal a kiss. The fact that I couldn’t move my arms as she kissed me, did something to the feeling.
“How do you feel?” Amy asked.
“Like I’m getting away with something naughty,” I answered.
Amy kissed my neck, and then began to kiss her way down to my breasts.
“Fiona, why don’t you kiss Ren’s neck?” Amy said.
I felt Fiona as she bent her head around my arms to begin delivering gentle kisses to my cheek. She eased down to my neck. Meanwhile Amy had reached behind me and removed my corset with practiced ease. Definitely a modern corset. My corset fell away exposing my ribs and naked belly. Amy began to kiss lower and lower, until she reached the top of my panties. Fiona ran her tongue along my neck at the same time and I shivered from the feelings rolling through me.
“It’s your turn to distract Ren like she did to you,” Amy said.
Fiona let go of my wrists and began to caress my breasts with her hands. She brushed across me like a feather. I began to moan in ecstasy. And then I felt delicate hands begin to pull my panties down. And then she lowered her head between my legs.
“Oh gods! What are you doing? Oh Gods!” I was screaming now, but I couldn’t do anything about that.
I was helpless on a boat with no oars. The pleasure swept me down stream towards the waterfall again. I could feel Amy’s hands on my thighs. I could feel Fiona’s hands on my breasts. Two pairs of hands toyed with me. Two sets of lips pleasured me. And like that, I was over the waterfall into a free fall of ecstasy again. I think I screamed. But I couldn’t hear anything but the rushing blood in my ears. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. And Amy didn’t stop. Her head remained between my legs, and every time I thought I must be done, another wave washed over me. And over that waterfall I went again.
At some point I managed to gasp, “Air, I need a break, please.”
I think they stopped, but the pleasure didn’t. My body had a mind of its own by this point. I lay on the bed shuddering and gasping. Pleasure coursed through my nerves with no regard to what I could still handle.
Eventually I regained some of my senses. Beside me on the bed Fiona lay curled up asleep. Amy spooned Fiona from behind.
“How are you doing, Dearest?” Amy asked. She smiled as she spoke.
“I can think again. So that’s good. But holy hell, what you two did to me. You’re spoiling me. I’ll be ruined for anything less than that in the future.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to think of something else for the future.”
“Did Fiona pass out?”
Amy nodded, “She’s a terror on the battlefield, but she’s a fresh recruit in the bedroom. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that Vincent has the honor of being her only lover before us.”
“You didn’t push her too far? Go below the waist before she was comfortable.”
“Of course not. I didn’t go below her waist at all. I didn’t have to do anything like that. She’s as much a lightweight in the bedroom as I am with wine.”
“So, you’ll be teaching us both wonderful new things then?”
Amy nodded, “Something to look forward to then. But now, it's my turn. I've taken my ladies' honor. I need you to take mine."
"With pleasure," I said, and I moved to embrace her again.
Read more in "Daughters of the Digital Empire," Available soon!
.png)
Comments
Post a Comment