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Eoin - Jules - Risa

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“What’s all this then?”

An indignant tone in her doorway. Risa lifted her head, one eye peeking open to view the cause of the intrusion, even though she already knew. She observed Eoin, arms crossed over his chest, wings tucked close to his shoulders and an annoyed look on his features. She smirked and her gaze fell away from him, turning instead to look at the figure poised between her legs. She watched the way dim lighting reflected off golden rings that lined silver-furred cat ears, and then she smirked.

“I think it’s pretty obvious?”

His gaze had followed hers. Julianna continued her rhythmic ministrations. Slow licks to the silken folds at the apex of Risa’s thighs. The feline seemed unperturbed by the interruption. Eoin almost admired the way Risa’s skin looked in contrast to Julianna’s where her leg was hitched high over darker woman’s shoulders. Like cherries covered in chocolate. He would have admired it more had it not been his kitten pinned beneath her calf.

“In or out Eoin,” Risa breathed in a sigh, letting her head fall back upon the mountain of pillows. One of her hands found its way into Julianna’s hair, settling between her ears which fell to make room for it. The other snaked up her abdomen until she held her own breast in her hand, thumb teasing over her taut nipple. Both gestures were meant to irritate him.

It worked. Eoin huffed, wings flaring outwards until they filled the space of the doorway. Shining black feathers with the shift of an oil slick shook with the motion. He took the one step across the threshold that he needed to be inside the room and closed the door firmly behind him.

“Have you ever had the pleasure of her mouth?” Risa asked, though the words were staccato with her own hitched breathing. Julianna had shifted her position, curling one hand around Risa’s thigh to pin her to the bed and stay the rocking motion of her hips. “I like the way her tongue is a little rough like a cat's,” Risa continued, a waver in her tone. “And fuck me the purring is-”

“Yes, I know of her mouth,” he snapped to silence her. To stave off the images of Julianna looking up at him as she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, purring all the while. And the erection that such images threatened. His wings settled closer to his body, but the curved edges still remained high above his head, as if she had threatened him and not merely taunted him. He was frowning at her, but she couldn’t care enough to look at him and see it.

“Are you stealing my pet,” he demanded in a forced monotone, to hide some mild feeling of distress.

Risa laughed, a resonant chuckle that was mostly contained in the back of her throat. She was still amused that he entertained the idea that Jules was the pet and not he. “You are deluded if you think she- oh!” Julianna’s lips had closed around Risa’s clit and she sucked on the sensitive bundle to shut her up. Green eyes rolled upwards to watch the rise and fall of her breasts; toned thighs trembled in her hands.

“But she’s so cute,” Risa pointed out as if he did not already know. “There is no rule that says I can’t play with her,” Risa whined, a sound mixed with her own annoyance with Eoin and her pleasure. “And if she plays with me sometimes, Zella will get off your case.”

His wings flared again at the implication, but the incubus had not taken his eyes of Julianna. She still had not looked at him. He was feeling something tight in his stomach. A feeling close to anger but not quite. He did not like it.

“If she’s yours, then take her,” the succubus challenged.

“Fine,” he replied, curtly through clenched teeth.

Julianna’s ears swiveled to the sound of clashing metal as he undid his belt. Her gaze followed shortly after to watch him as he undressed. He smirked at having finally caught her attention. Eion left his clothing in an unceremonious pile on Risa’s floor and he watched as Jules looked him over. Tracked her eyes as they slowly trailed across his exposed flesh; they lingered on his cock, standing at attention before jumping back to his face and locking with his blue hues. She looked away from him again, returning her regard to Risa, who fisted a handful of her hair in response.

Eoin moved the end of the bed, hovering over the two woman, observing them silently for a few moments. He was still unwilling to admit the pretty picture they made together, despite the hardness of his own member. He leaned over the bed to reach for Julianna. His hands filled the curve of her waist, just above her hips and he lifted her ass from the bed until she was on her hands and knees, spine curved at an attractive angle, presenting herself to him. Her tail curled over her back. Eion knelt on the bed, he continued to grip her waist with one hand; with the other he dipped two fingers inside her, curling them upwards. He stroked her slowly, he knew her body well enough that she would quickly be soaked in her own arousal. Her purring soon gave way to soft moans, ears fell towards the crown of her head, her fingers pressing dimples into Risa’s skin.

“You’re distracting her,” Risa complained.

“So be it,” Eion replied.

He removed his fingers from her and ran the slick digits over his cock. The hand at her waist moved to wrap around the base of her tail, eliciting a gasp from her and he watched a shudder roll between her shoulders.

Risa fought against the pressure of Jules grip to grind against the kitten’s face. Jules nipped her thigh in warning, and waited for Risa to settle before running her tongue across her slit. Risa felt him move on the bed again. “I think she’s too short for that,” the succubus warned, watching Eoin through a heavy fringe of dark lashes.

“Oh?” he inquired, still looking smug as he adjusted Julianna’s knees, spreading them wider. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass, pulling another sharp inhale from her. “What do you think, kitten?” he murmured, and she whined desperately as the head of his second member lingered just outside her entrance, she could feel the cold metal of the ring that pierced through it. “Too short?”

Julianna moaned her assent with Risa’s clit in her mouth which caused Risa to moan in turn. He took pride in the eager way she tried to push against him, so he acquiesced to her desires, burying himself to the hilt inside her all at once, and she cried out. She’d had both his cocks before, but the sensation was always too much at first. A tightness; a pleasure mingling with an underlying pain, and she quivered beneath him.

His thrusts started slow, and Julianna matched the agonizing slowness with her tongue. Risa whined and squirmed in response. Eion grinned, knowing that he was now in control of both women. By proxy if nothing else. He tested his theory, increasing his speed and he could tell by the pitch in Risa’s moans that Jules was still following his lead.

Julianna came first, because Eoin knew how to push her to the edge. Bruising hands on her hips and deep strokes of his cocks, left her breathlessy begging for more as she pushed against him, gripping Risa’s thighs as her orgasm rippled through her. Eion continued to thrust into her as the aftershocks of her pleasure gripped him. Julianna pushed two fingers into Risa, matching the pace Eoin had set with her touch and her tongue. The succubus came next, she was louder than Julianna, back arching off the bed, heels digging into the halfling’s shoulders. Julianna did not let up until Risa was sensitive enough to beg her to stop.

When Jules was finished tending to Risa, Eoin leaned over her, chest pressing against her back. He wrapped his hand around her neck and slid an arm across her chest, pulling her upwards and against his body. Risa was content to watch them. To watch the way Eion’s wings flared as he fucked her; content to watch the way the breast he wasn’t kneading bounced with each thrust. Risa admired the color of Eoin’s red flesh against the skin on Julianna’s throat with much more enthusiasm than he. The darkness of their hair mingled together. Risa was much more willing to admit that they were a pretty picture. She brought her legs upwards, curling against her pillows and making space for Julianna when Eoin released her. She fell forward onto her hands. Eoin gripped her hair and her hip, his thrusts becoming as erratic as Jules’ breathing.

He came with a shuddering groan, the pleasure played over his usually tense features and Risa felt smug for having witnessed it. His wings pulled closer to his sides as he worked to catch his breath. Slowly he unsheathed himself from Julianna, and fell back onto the bed, the hand still on her hip drew her back with him. He arranged her small frame until she was tucked against his chest, wings encircled her in a way that was almost protective. Risa continued to observe, quiet as if they’d forgotten she was there.

He tilted his head downward and Julianna lifted hers to meet him halfway. He kissed her fiercely, and with a possessiveness that was undeserved of someone who was so unwilling to be possessed himself. He was disappointed to find the taste of Risa lingering on that tongue he so enjoyed. Eoin took Julianna’s chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “You should thank Risa.”

Julianna pulled her chin from his fingers to turn her gaze to the satisfied succubus. “Thank you,” she lilted pleasantly and Risa smiled in response.

“Did you pay her?” he asked next, and the halfing nodded, pointing out a gilded music box that had taken residence on Risa’s vanity table.

Eion sighed. “You are such a naughty kitten.”