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Semeru and Deno were on grocery duty while Amani spent time crafting in the shed. Now that they were all so busy, and Deno had less time to spend with them on land, they made sure to steal a weekend, or two, each season for just the three of them. They would rotate dinner duty, and whoever it landed on that weekend would either cook or pick what to buy for dinner. To both Semeru and Deno’s delight, it was Amani’s turn. While they were both improving rapidly in the kitchen, Amani had grown up in a household that taught her how to prepare dishes from around the world. She’d also learned a diverse assortment of recipes from residents on the island. That being said, Deno and Semeru could certainly acknowledge her talents without denigrating themselves. Because she would be cooking, the duo was tasked with retrieving the items she would need, because no one wants to shop and cook.
They were able to grab most of the ingredients from the farm, but there were a few items that Amani didn’t want to have to make from scratch. They decided to divide and conquer so they could make it back in time to fit in a quick sparring session with Amani before they helped her with dinner prep. After the fight with Tula, Deno and Semeru dedicated a considerable amount of time and energy to leveling up their land combat skills in different environments. Amani took them to the mines, the beach, and to the highest altitude on the island. The teachers had become the pupils for the first time in a very long time, but they would not be caught at a disadvantage again.
Semeru had just turned the corner holding the last bag of rice when he spotted Pablo in the meat aisle. He considered going to speak to him until he realized that something else had dominated his attention, or rather someone. Deno had stepped up next to him, probably looking for the boneless, skinless chicken breasts that were on the list, and he looked absolutely smitten. Semeru had noticed that when Pablo’s not allowed to flirt with someone he’s attracted to, he could have a very difficult time engaging. And because he was attracted to Amani’s entire household, he tended to tense up whenever he found himself in a space with any of them. Deno had been the most successful at bringing him back out of his shell, and Semeru wondered if she was in the market for a new plaything.
They’d all agreed early on that, despite the depth of her feelings for Amani, Deno was free to sleep with people outside of their developing pod. After a handful of trips to the blacksmith, Semeru had fallen under the impression that Deno had more in common with the younger brother, Rafael, but perhaps she found Pablo more interesting physically. He kept his distance while they spoke and tried to tune out their conversation out of respect for Deno and her privacy. He went to the counter to pay for his items and then waited outside for Deno.
She found him minutes later with Pablo following close behind. She waved to him as he headed back towards his home and turned back to Semeru with a raised brow.
“What’s that look for?” She asked.
“I thought you liked the other brother,” Semeru said bluntly.
“Excuse me? I don’t like either of them.”
Deno’s cheeks held a hint of scarlet as they made their way back to the farmhouse.
“But you would be interested in sleeping with them, yes?”
Deno hummed contemplatively, accepting that he wasn’t going to drop the topic. “I don’t really have enough of a read on Rafael to say. I think Pablo could be fun, though. But, why do you ask?”
“He seems quite taken with you.”
“He literally can’t speak to you without stuttering and tripping over himself. He’s ‘taken’ with all of us.”
“And yet, he can actually hold a conversation with you.”
“Barely. Truth be told, I haven’t given anyone else any real thought, especially after Amani’s last heat. The last battle with Istana wasn’t half as exhausting as those four days with her.”
Semeru’s dick twitched at the memory. “She was quite…ravenous. Her next cycle shouldn’t be nearly as severe now that her heat and my rut have aligned, and it shouldn’t hit again anytime soon.”
Deno narrowed her eyes at him. More of Amani’s habits had started to seep into both of their lexicons. “Why do I sense an ulterior motive in this line of questioning?”
“Do you think he would be interested in spending an evening with us?” Semeru asked, to Deno’s surprise. “Because you and I have our boundaries with each other, Amani doesn’t usually get the opportunity to just watch or be watched casually.”
“You think she’d be interested in watching Pablo fuck me?” Deno asked in slight disbelief.
“I think she’d only be as interested in it as you are. If you’re not interested in Pablo, then we can end the discussion here.”
Deno crossed her arms. “Are you sure you’d be willing to let someone outside of us watch her?”
Before Semeru could open his mouth, Deno remembered what took place after the battle against Istana ended.
She raised her hands to stop him from responding. “Don’t answer that. I forgot about mating logic. Of course you’d want to fuck Amani in front of her previous suitors.”
Semeru smiled a toothy grin at the thought. At this rate, the sparring session might need to be postponed for a different type of workout. “Not all of them, but certainly the ones who still show interest in her despite knowing she’s married.”
Deno shook her head but chuckled at him, nonetheless. “You’re so messy, but you have my attention. No offense to the strap, but I wouldn’t mind getting real dick every once in a while.”
Semeru nodded in understanding. While he and Deno had become comfortable with kissing and occasional oral, actual fucking still seemed like a step too far. Now that they’d been together for half a year, it only made sense that there may be certain things she would miss as a part-timer.
“How should we bring this up to Amani?” Deno asked, but she had a sneaky suspicion that they may have been thinking the same thing.
“Should we surprise her?”
“But give her an out in case she’s not interested,” Deno added.
“We could invite Pablo over for dinner so there’s a consolation for everyone if we need to abort the plan, and tomorrow is your dinner night,” Semeru offered.
“And I pretty much always pick to order dinner, so she won’t think it’s weird.”
“So, tomorrow night, then?” he asked.
“Definitely. We’ve got ourselves a date tomorrow night,” Deno said, clapping Semeru on the shoulder.
“If Pablo agrees.”
Deno flipped her locs over her shoulder dramatically. “Do you honestly think he’d tell me no?”
They walked through the stone arch to the farm as the sun set. They could watch the sun fall over the farm a hundred times and never get tired of the view. Deno smiled wide before jogging to the shed and stepping in. She was inside for a few seconds before Semeru heard screaming. He unlocked the front door to the farmhouse and left it open as he sat his bags down. Deno left the shed with her bags in one arm and a squirming Amani on her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Amani screamed. “I was almost done for the day.”
“You can finish tomorrow. Sem and I want to eat you before dinner,” Deno said as she stepped over the threshold to the farmhouse.
Semeru had started to unpack the bags. “I would just like to point out that I’m not involved in whatever that is," he said.
“Yeah, but you’re gonna want to be,” Deno said as she sat her bags on the table and walked past him up the stairs. Semeru nearly dropped the pack of bacon. He’d forgotten that Amani had left the house in just her shorts and sports bra that morning, and now Deno’s hand was splayed over Amani’s ass, partially to keep her still but mostly for the enjoyment of feeling the jiggle. Semeru wasn’t sure which side he loved more, the view from the front or the back. He was tempted to tease Amani’s breasts as they bounced with each of Deno’s steps up the stairs, but he continued to put the cold food away diligently.
Semeru loved the summer weather and Amani’s little work outfits, but he loved her praise more. He would behave and do what he knew she would’ve asked him to do even though the scent of Amani’s arousal hit him like a tractor. Her squeal and the sound of the bed creaking was closely followed by her soft moans. Semeru growled as he ran up the stairs.
He’d begun to strip before he even saw Deno and Amani on the bed. Amani’s head was thrown back as Deno fucked her with her tongue. After watching him drop his shorts, Deno spread Amani’s legs to make room for him. Amani’s eyes were closed but she reached her hand out just inches from his. He held it for her and kissed her wrist as he lowered himself beside Deno. Once they were all situated, he and Deno kissed and licked from the curve of each thigh to her center. They sucked her lips and folds and divided to conquer. Semeru ducked down to her hole while Deno sucked her clit. Her first orgasm had her squirming with her feet planted on the bed as they held her down.
Their tongues stroked her slowly, bringing her back down so they could rile her right back up, alternating before slipping into a rhythm, licking her in tandem. Tongues tangled as they each fought to taste more of her. Whimpering, Amani grabbed handfuls of their hair, hips grinding desperately. Slowly, Semeru lifted her legs, folding her until she was nearly upside down and positioned himself behind her back where he could grip her thin waist and knead her ass with his teeth and fingers. Deno fluidly slid to Semeru’s side so Amani could watch them kiss as they pleased her. As much as Amani enjoyed the view, her eyes were locked on Semeru’s hand on her stomach. They had been married for half a year and the sight of her band on his finger still made her heart race and her pussy throb. Semeru may have noticed this a few days in and might have made sure to use his left hand where she could see it every chance he got, but especially when they made love. In half a year, he’d nearly become ambidextrous, and Amani had absolutely no complaints.
Amani’s short legs clenched in the air as her toes curled. Deno crawled over so she could straddle her wet cunt over Amani’s face and grind her hips. Craving her, Amani swiped her tongue back and forth and held it out so Deno could ride at her own pace.
“Fuck, that mouth,” Deno cried against Amani’s clit. While Amani had Deno trembling and distracted, Semeru pumped two fingers into Amani’s cunt and swirled his tongue over her hole until he could breach the tight ring of muscle. He snarled against her rim, holding her tightly in place as her thighs tensed and her muffled moans grew louder. Deno clawed her way out of her stupor long enough to spit on Amani’s clit and rub it quickly until they both came together. Semeru licked Amani through the last of her aftershocks and gently laid her on her side. From where she sat at the end of the bed, Deno spotted the hungry gleam in Amani’s eyes and climbed over her excitedly to lay next to Semeru. She knew what was coming next.
Semeru’s head dropped back against the pillows as he stroked himself slowly. The bed dipped as Amani climbed over his legs and ran her tongue up his fingers to his tip before taking it between her lips and sucking. He kept his hips still as a tremor shuddered through him. Releasing his dick, he propped one hand behind his head and used the other to hold Amani’s curls so he could watch her swallow him down unobscured. He nearly lost it when her tongue curled around the underside on her way back up.
Deno teased her own folds while she watched, engaged as if she was watching her favorite video. She wondered how Amani would feel about recording their sessions, but Semeru’s groans pulled her from her train of thought. Amani opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out with her eyes on his, letting him know that he could fuck her throat. His fingers flexed in her hair and he tilted her head slightly before thrusting over her tongue. She purred as her lilac eyes took on a slight haze.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he moaned. “Fuck, I could watch those pretty lips stretch over my dick everyday. How are you so perfect?”
Deno’s fingers worked faster to keep up as both of Semeru’s hands found themselves stroking Amani’s scalp, fucking her throat deeper until her lips met his pelvis. Drool and soft cries leaked past her lips as her eyes began to flicker. Deno and Semeru both groaned and felt the tightness in their gut when they noticed the beginnings of the glow, a Pavlovian response. Amani started to grind into the bed reflexively. The slightest amount of friction proved to be enough as her back went rigid.
“Such a good girl. You’re so close. Cum for us, siren,” Deno breathed. Amani’s eyes rolled into her head when she came, and her lips locked onto Semeru’s shaft. Deno and Semeru were both pulled into her euphoria as her eyes began to glow vividly, one brown and one blue.The three were tethered together, feeling each other’s pleasure while existing in their own as they came together. Amani saw herself through their eyes, and they were startled to see themselves through hers. Taking control of Semeru’s hips, Amani swallowed the last of his cum quickly before making him pump into her rougher than he had before and cup his hand under her throat so he could feel himself inside her. His labored breaths stuttered from him as he felt another load building for her. Amani took over Deno’s body next and had her sit up so she could pull Amani’s hair at the root, just hard enough to get her wet again as she moaned through it. It was a level of roughplay that they only participated in when Amani could control the pressure to make sure they couldn’t hurt her, which allowed Deno and Semeru to sit back and enjoy the view without fear.
Feeling how close Semeru’s orgasm was, Amani made Deno lay down where Amani could swipe her palm against Deno’s clit fast enough to bring her to the edge. They wanted to touch Amani, too, but she held them at bay, and before long, the intensity of their orgasms sent Amani into a spiraling, squirting orgasm of her own. Amani’s hold on them was released instantly as Semeru gently pulled her off of his twitching cock and lifted her limp body onto his chest. He grabbed the comforter from where it had been knocked onto the floor and pulled it over the three of them as the glow slowly began to seep from their eyes.
“Fuck,” the trio whispered together. Semeru was glad he put the groceries away because they would definitely be ordering take-out tonight.