“Can you come again?” I asked, flexing my fingers against the inside of her thighs so as to not touch without permission.
Folami hummed noncommittally. “Sometimes.”
“Does it feel good a second time or not?” Lex asked quietly, his hands stroking her face, her chest, her arms.
“Yes,” myayabawhispered.
“Can my Vessel try and make you come again?”
Folami’s legs tensed again, but relaxed a second later, falling farther to the sides and stretching herself wide.
“Yes,” she said, eyes locked on mine from where I stared at her from between her thighs.
A sound somewhere between a grumble and a groan rattled through my chest as I pressed a kiss against her sex. Folami jolted but remained still, unsure whether to flee or feel.
Slowly and delicately, I stroked my tongue against her lips, relishing in the quiver of muscles beneath my fingers and mouth and the combined taste of her and Lex. My motions became more sure, more demanding as I read her body and listened to her needy moans and quiet gasps. Once I was certain she was relaxed, mind fully grounded in the present, I pushed my tongue into her opening, scooping out Lex’s leftover cum.
There wasn’t much—most had dried on her thighs or the sheets—but it was enough to set my soul on fire, make me want more from both of them.
“How does she taste?” Lex rasped, hands stroking Folami’s flesh and fingers tweaking her nipples.
“Like you—like ours,” I replied, earnestly returning to my task.
Folami gasped and writhed, her skin erupting in goosebumps and a thin sheen of sweat as I brought her to the brink once more. Carefully, I pushed a digit inside, palpating her internal walls until her muscles contracted and she came with a cry, wetness soaking my hand and mouth.
“Fuck,” Lex whispered as I groaned the same sentiment.
Rising from between our woman’s legs, I wiped my chin with my clean hand and shoved my wet fingers into Lex’s waiting mouth. Folami’s eyes were wide with lust and disbelief as she watched Lex clean me completely, mewling at her taste.
My cock strained to be inside her, desperately twitching and leaking precum as I watched her breasts bounce with each heaving breath.
“Folami,” I said, pulling her attention back to me. “Is this what you want? Can I have you,ayaba?”
Sudden tears wet her eyes, and my brow furrowed in alarm.
“Fo?” Lex asked, instantly pulling her into his arms as emotion cascaded silently down her cheeks.
What did I do?
My palm roughly stroked her ankle in a soothing cadence as she took comfort in our Mage.
“What’s wrong, Fo?”
She shook her head as much as possible in the confines of Lex’s hold and, when she spoke, her voice was strong despite the tears that still coated her lashes.
“I—I just feel so . . . wanted. So desired. So respected.” She said it as if it were an incredulous concept—trust and respect.
I chuckled lightly, still stroking her calf.
“That’s because wedo,” I said and Lex nodded at my declaration.
“I’m sorry for all of this. Howembarrassing,” Folami muttered, pushing out of Lex’s hold. I reached up suddenly to lightly grip her chin and press a chaste kiss to her lips.
“There is nothing—nothing—to apologize for or be ashamed of,” I said, voice hard as I searched her expression for understanding. “We have enough trauma between the three of us for the entire Vesperan army”—Lex and Fo both hummed at my comment—“and how we work through that is up to us. Lex’s and my first time was not dissimilar,ayaba. It will take time, as anything good does, but it will feel normal again.”
“Do you still want this?” I asked. “There is no shame in stopping now.”
She nodded and craned her chin toward me, indicating her desire for another kiss. I obliged, tangling my tongue with hers as my other hand snuck between us to find her cunt. I inserted one, then two fingers, slowly pumping them while rotating my wrist in such a way that would stretch her inner walls.
