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It had been convenience that pushed their hands first. Camilla and Palamedes had been roommates since... since they knew what roommates were, and Dulcinea needed a place close to the hospital to stay between in-patient "vacations" as she called them. Then Pyrrha lost her job shortly after Nona moved out with her own girlfriend, so Pyrrha joined them as well.

Everyone had their own room, or as close to one as it got. Palamedes' room was a study with a very small camping cot she pulled out at extremely irregular intervals. Dulcinea's room resembled a hospital room, with packages of medicine and different accessibility devices strewn around as tripping hazards. Pyrrha insisted on not taking a room, saying she was only staying a little while, living out of a duffle bag and sleeping on the couch. She'd said that for six months now. Camilla's room was the closest to an actual bedroom with nightstands and a dresser, but they all knew it was likely to step on a hidden knife if they went in uninvited. As a safety precaution, Camilla locked her room regularly, whether she was in or out of the house.

On month four of the four adults living together, Palamedes cornered Pyrrha and questioned her on everything there was to know about gender and presentation. Pyrrha, being older and generally good-natured, took it in stride and offered Palamedes some reassurance and handy tips and tricks. This left Palamedes with enough to go on, and a little self-imposed isolation from her relationships as she figured herself out. She certainly hadn't meant for a dry spell.

It was month seven of the four adults living under one roof when Dulcinea leaned across the dining room table and groaned, deep from the chest. Even with effort, it was still weaker than most others might produce. It did get the attention of all living in the home however.

"I'm so horny," Dulcinea whined, her fists in her short curls. "It's terribly unfair that so much of my body doesn't work but you know what does?"

"Your pussy," Pyrrha answered from the far side of the couch.

"Yes! Exactly!" Dulcinea agreed, propping herself up with an arm.

"Well, good luck with that," Camilla said neutrally as she left the room, heading upstairs to her own room. The remaining three waited for the lock and click of her door before continuing to speak.

"Sooo... What did you want to do about your er- problem?" Pyrrha ventured, setting herself down in front of the still-dramatically fallen Dulcinea. Palamedes sat across the room still, book in hand, frozen but listening.

"Oh how kind of you to ask, Pyrrha Dve," Dulcie smiled and propped herself back up. "Well, if you'd be interested in..." She trailed off, looking between Pyrrha and Palamedes. Pyrrha followed her eyeline to Palamedes. Never to be caught unaware, Pyrrha smirked as she connected the dots.

"When would Hect be out of the house then?" She asked both of the other occupants. Palamedes swallowed, finally setting down her book.

"Camilla has a practice for four hours on Saturday. It's a final run through before the season kicks off." She adjusted her glasses and swallowed again. "We should have the run of the house for... A while."

Pyrrha and Dulcinea grinned like twin wolves. Palamedes felt like her whole body was electric.

Everyone take care not to die of dehydration while I'm gone. - C. Hect. The note was left on top of a clear plastic bin filled with various electrolyte drinks and already cracked open water bottles. Dulcinea nodded and sighed dreamily at the display.

"She does take care of us in her own way, doesn't she," Dulcie smiled at the water bottles that were easy for her to open, since they were already cracked. Pyrrha snickered and nodded. Despite being involved with both of them before, Palamedes sat away from the other two, wringing her fingers while staring at nothing and really thinking of nothing too.

It had been exactly 86 days of taking estrogen and her body had only changed enough for her to feel it, but not enough for the others to notice yet. And Dulcinea hadn't touched her since... well. It had been a while. Pyrrha had slept with her shortly before starting HRT, treating her with delicate hands and even more delicate words that had her trembling at the older trans woman's breath. She was certain it was about to be more of the same.

"Pal, darling," Dulcie cooed. "Won't you join us? I'd like to talk about what we will be doing shortly..." The two women stared at the other across the room, Pyrrha's arms folded and Dulcie's hands tucked under her chin. They both looked devious. Pal gulped and nodded, standing bolt upright immediately.

"Good girl," Pyrrha growled lowly and Pal flushed. Dulcie giggled.

"Alright, well, I think I would like some of Pyrrha's attention, but I would also like to give you attention, darling." Dulcie pinned Pal with devillous eyes and she flushed a deeper crimson.

"I'm not sure what I can offer...." Pal stammered, feeling the struggling tissue in her pants already. Dulcie waved a dismissive hand.

"I have Pyrrha for that, silly girl. I was hoping to use my mouth on you, if you'd allow that?" Dulcie licked her lips as her eyes roamed Pal's body. Pal shivered and nodded, adjusting her glasses.

"Meanwhile, someone gets the honor of being fucked silly," Pyrrha winked at Dulcie, who finally got a bit pink in the cheeks. "Though, I doubt you could get much more silly."

"You wound me, Pyrrha Dve," Dulcie said through her hands, face covered to hide the spreading blush. Pal was a little stunned to see the wicked little fairy of Dulcinea blushing. That was the power of Pyrrha Dve. Anyone would fall for it, Pal thought. She cleared her throat.

"Are we not wasting time?" Pal asked. The other two looked between each other and then at Pal.

"I don't think so," Pyrrha started, leaning forward to put her hands on Pal's knees. Her lips met her neck and a low groan came from softly parted lips. Pal's hands reached out and felt what Pyrrha meant. She was hard, deliciously so, and somewhere distantly, Pal heard Dulcie moving around the table. Hands tangled in her hair, curls wrapped around frail fingers and being tugged, tugging more low groans from Pal's throat.

Those same frail fingers found her chest, rolling hard nipples through fabric, touching, just touching her in ways that Pal was not aware she enjoyed and enjoyed thoroughly. Pyrrha pulled her mouth off her neck and before she could mourn her absence, her shirt was being removed and that devillish mouth was working its way down her neck to her collar bone. Pyrrha's scruffy face left little itchy sensations as it moved, but fuck, Pal would be an absolute idiot to mention it. If anything, it added to the sensation - the little red trail would be a path to trace with her fingers later, a souvenir from their time together.

Some time later, Pal was unsure how long as she was deliriously lost between Dulcie and Pyrrha, she was lifted up in Pyrrha's arms, listening to the patter of Dulcie's feet and her giggles as they moved from dining room to a bedroom. Pal worried instantly that they would choose hers and she felt ashamed of the mess left behind earlier.

Relief spread from head to toe when the soft lavender light of Dulcinea's room hit her face. The bed had been adjusted, laid flat when it usually propped for Dulcie's breathing. Regardless, a familiar wedge pillow sat waiting in the middle of the bed.

"You get yourself comfortable," Pyrrha said with a kiss to the forehead as she deposited Pal on the bed. Pal blinked, trying to look around Pyrrha, hearing the unzips and falling fabric of Dulcinea's undressing. "Tsk, don't be a whore." Pyrrha mused with a smile, kissing Pal's forehead again, nudging her head down to the pillow again. Pal relaxed, letting Pyrrha kiss her silly again, waiting for the Duchess to be revealed to them.

The Duchess, as Dulcie had taken to calling herself in the bedroom, was a magnificent woman. Powerful and kind, breathtaking in the perfect way. Sometimes, she had lace wrapped around her, other times just the lazy wrap of an arm covering herself until it was time for her reveal. Either way, it drove Pal insane. She hoped that Pyrrha would appreciate the reveal of the Duchess just as much.

"The Duchess is ready," Dulcie called from across the room. Pyrrha turned away from Pal and whistled softly. Pal rushed to sit upright and felt her mouth fill with saliva, desire pooling between her legs.

The Duchess was wrapped in blue floral lace, the color of the ocean that made her skin look paler and softer than usual. She sat on a tall stool, feet dangling off the ground, and Pal's eyes drifting up and down the same blue floral material in robe form covering her. Dulcie gestured with her hands, which Pal noted black lace gloves on, and smiled happily at her audience.

"Impressed?" She asked with a cocky air. Pyrrha slid off the bed and crawled on her knees to the Duchess. She lifted one of the Duchess' legs in her hands, kissing up the woman's foot and leg.

"More than, Duchess," Pyrrha purred, and despite being across the room watching, Pal shivered. "How would you like us to start?" Dulcie laid a leg over Pyrrha's shoulder and hummed thoughtfully.

"Pal? Do you feel ready to play or do you want to watch for a bit?" The Duchess asked, twinkling eyes pinning her down. Pyrrha turned to look at her as well and there was a mad urge to cover herself from the attention.

"Uhm... I would like to watch, if that's alright," Pal swallowed, pushing herself back upright against the headboard. Dulcie grinneeeeed and Pyrrrrha smirked.

"If that's what you wish, darling, of course." Dulcie dropped her attention from Pal and ran her eyes and hands affectionately over Pyrrha's face. Pyrrha's whole body had gone tense, a body held on self-control so tight that it would take little to break.

It caused a little bit of Pal's mind to wander into self-reflection, wonder if that is what she looked like when the Duchess commanded her attention. Pyrrha's mouth nearly hung slack, letting Dulcinea's fingers trail over her bottom lip. Pyrrha put the glove between her teeth and tugged it off. Palamedes could see the calculations Dulcinea was running behind her eyes, the wonder of having such a strong woman like Pyrrha on her knees for the Duchess. It was nearly too much for Palamedes to even watch. She forced herself to keep her eyes open and focused.

The Duchess put one delicate leg on Pyrrha's shoulder and Palamedes watched that smartass mouth of Pyrrha's kiss its way up to Dulcinea's core. She knew the effort Dulcinea was putting into keeping her eyes locked on Pyrrha now. The heaving in her chest was enough to know, enough to feel it in the air. Palamedes swallowed, gulped really, and adjusted herself in her pants.

Pyrrha kissed and sucked at Dulcie through lace underwear and The Duchess groaned, satisfication rumbling through the air. Pale fingers tried to grab at Pyrrha's hair, shaved close to the skull, and The Duchess grumbled, holding Pyrrha tight to her. The woman on her knees only chuckled.

“You don't need to hold me there, darling,” Pyrrha mused, kissing a damp kiss to Dulcinea's bare thigh. “I will die here if given the opportunity.” Dulcinea huffed.

”You better not, Dve, I have much better plans for you,“ Dulcie tapped the tip of Pyrrha's nose, which appeared to cue Pyrrha. Pyrrha lifted The Duchess off her stool and spun her around, laying her on the bed. On top of Palamedes in fact. Palamedes shivered, the folds of the lace dressing gown pressing into her skin. Dulcie leaned her head back and grinned wickedly.

“Doing alright, Pal?” She drifted chilled fingertips down the side of her face and Palamedes nodded, gripping those fingers with her own, keeping them on her skin. Those devious eyes glimmered and stayed on Palamedes, even as Pyrrha undressed herself and The Duchess. As much as she could while Dulcinea laid down, unwilling to shift her minimal weight too much on top of Palamedes.

“Are you ready for me, sweet girl?” Pyrrha's husky voice asked, calloused fingers gripping skinny thighs. Dulcinea squeaked and looked away from Palamedes to look into Pyrrha's coy and curious face. Swallowing, Dulcinea nodded and Pyrrha smirked. Palamedes watched as Pyrrha merely dropped her cock onto Dulcinea's dripping pussy. The Duchess gasped and pouted. Palamedes bit her lip in sheer desire to be plunged into as Pyrrha was teasing Dulcie with, the shiny mess between Dulcie's legs enviable beyond belief.

When Pyrrha stopped teasing The Duchess, Palamedes felt it in every fiber of her being. The bed shook, Dulcinea rocked into her, rocked against Pyrrha, sandwiched between the two women. Palamedes' hands did not feel her own as they reached out and massaged Dulcie's nipples. Pyrrha grinned as Dulcie squealed and jerked her sensitive body between them.

“Oh darling girl, you are only the warm up act,” Pyrrha growled, kissing Dulcie's sternum as her hips bucked faster and faster. Palamedes leaned into Dulcinea's ear and kissed and nibbled.

“This will all feel so much better if you relax,” Palamedes whispered and felt as The Duchess relaxed vertebra by vertebra, tension plucked from her with the ease and finess of a surgeon. Pyrrha groaned helplessly, the bed seemingly vibrating from the speed at which she slammed into Dulcie. The soft groans and whines of pleasure from Dulcinea were the only true sign she was still aware of what was occuring. Otherwise, she seemed well and truly fucked out of reality.

Palamedes continued to kiss down The Duchess's neck and shoulder, teasing her with little love bites that blossomed purple before Pal had even really started. Cold fingers held onto Palamedes like the drowned hold onto their savior. She would not let The Duchess down. She would be steady for her, anything for her.

Dulcinea squealed loudly, body jerking as her body had pleasure ripped forcibly from it, Pyrrha slowing to massage her clit. Riding out the softer ripples of pleasure, Dulcie panted and became boneless. Pyrrha talked softly to her, but Palamedes could not hear. All she was aware of now was the warm feeling in her pants. She had orgasmed without being touched by Dulcie, as they had planned. All from their rocking! She flushed, lost in thought, unaware even as Pyrrha came and joined their dog pile, resting her full body weight on the two pathetically scrawny women beneath her.

The world started to come back to Palamedes when two sets of lips kissed her cheeks. Scratchy facial hair on one side and chapped bitten lips on the other. She shivered, adjusted her glasses, and turned to Dulcie.

“What did I miss?” She asked, kissing the tip of her nose. Dulcie smiled serenely.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” she said, eyes twinkling. “Where did you go, Pal? We've been talking for a minute and only just realized you went away for a moment. What's wrong darling?”

Palamedes flushed again, feeling uncertain. She adjusted her pants, still warm and sticky feeling.

“I uh... I know we were planning to focus on me after, but, uhm...” Palamedes stuttered and trailed off, body feeling radiately hot. Dulcinea still had that sweet smile and Pyrrha chuffed happily.

“Pal, from lady to lady, I was hoping you'd come before we made you the main event.“ Pyrrha looked her square in the face and she had to adjust her glasses more frequently to keep that stare.

”Why?“ She asked, confused. Pyrrha smiled, reaching her hand down to her waist band. When Pal nodded, she reached beneath and rubbed the edge of a sensitive spot even Pal barely knew existed.

”It's much easier to do this when you're relaxed, and being ready to bust is never relaxing,” Pyrrha murmered, kissing down her neck, Dulcinea joining her on the opposite side. The feeling of being surrounded made Pal woozy again, like she could drift down a lazy river of sensation. Dulcie kissed softly as she undressed her and then she ran soft fingernails down her bare skin, pricking just enough to keep Pal present and she could see from the corner of an eye, Dulcie's eager glint in those gorgeous eyes.

“Have you ever done this to yourself?” Pyrrha asked, still just gently rubbing beneath Pal's half soft clit. Pal nodded.

“Only... only the once though,” Pal panted and Pyrrha nodded.

“Did it feel good at least?”

“It felt exquisite,” Pal responded and Dulcie giggled, mischevious.

“We can't have burned you too badly if you can still say exquisite.” Palamedes rolled her eyes and groaned when Pyrrha tucked one finger inside a ridge. Dulcie kissed down Pal's neck, making her way down to roll a nipple between her teeth. The way Dulcie's eyes kept watching her made Pal a little nervous, but this was the first time since Pal had come out. Pal's breath hitched when Dulcie sucked and Pyrrha tucked the one finger just a little more internally, rubbing the ridge just inside. Pal shuddered and felt the stirrings of another erection, but there was no way she would come again. Right?

Now it was Pyrrha driving her mad, one calloused hand on her thigh holding her down, the other fucking into her with a gentleness that would have driven most people mad. For Palamedes, for the moment of focus she was experiencing both uncomfortable and wildly pleasurable, it was perfect. And Dulcie kept her kisses and sucking going until she trailed further down, licking up the cum from Pal's first orgasm. She was quickly realizing that she would be forced to cum again, whether she wanted to or not. She really did.

"Relax, we've got you," Pyrrha squeezed her thigh as she spoke softly, like she was coaxing a frightened kitten. In a way, she was. Palamedes felt like a skittish kitten waiting to be chided for one thing or another, but when she relaxed, she could feel Pyrrha get a little deeper, cooing sweet words at her. Her body tensed in anticipation. Dulcie stared up from where her head lay on Pal's stomach.

"Can I kiss her?" Dulcie asked, eyes wide and curious. Pal made a confused noise and Dulcie lifted her head up to gently nudge Pal's clit, now more than half-hard. Pal nodded.

This was it. This was how Palamedes was going to die. Dulcinea's lips pressed the most gentle kiss to Pal's head and Pal bucked into the sensation. Pyrrha ended up a little deeper and she hissed, pulling out, which caused the most wonderful tugging and Pal moaned. Both of the other women looked up, studied Pal's hot and red face, looked between each other, and set to work killing Palamedes via orgasm.

The electricity tingled through her body, feeling achingly tender and loved. That was... not new, but welcomed in this current body with this current feeling. Loved, I am loved by two wonderful women she thought as they dragged another moan out of her. Two women who are going to kill me soon. As Palamedes was certain she could not live without a soul that was currently being fucked out of her with haste.

Dulcie had changed her technique and Palamedes' heart was full of love for the woman for it. Instead of taking as much as she could as she had before, she focused on the head and swirled it with her tongue. Her eyes kept looking up at her for confirmation that it was good and Pal nodded and whined and moved in any way to show that yes, yes, it's great, please more.

It all became too much suddenly and tears pricked the edges of her eyes and Pal's fists tangled in the sheets and there was suddenly quite a lot of talking when there hadn't been before. Pal felt herself lift off the bed and moan and shake, but no characteristic splash of orgasm. And she felt very empty and yearned for Pyrrha's hands again. She didn't need to yearn for touch for long, Dulcinea and Pyrrha crowding around her on the bed as the three women made themselves comfortable.

"That was incredible," breathed Palamedes, eyes shut, still woozy.

"Thank Pyrrha, I asked for her advice," Dulcie kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, Dve, you have changed my life for the better twice now," Pal muttered, throwing an arm over her eyes, then grumbled and removed her glasses. Pyrrha snickered.

"You would have figured out the girl thing with or without me," she said, kissing Pal's cheek. It was Pal's turn to snicker.

"I doubt that. Also -" she blinked between the two of them before giving up and closing her eyes again. "You two. My God. The Duchess is not just a wonder for me then." Pal could hear Pyrrha's smile and felt Dulcie's cheek warm on her shoulder.

"No, it appears you will now have to share The Duchess with Dve," Dulcie giggled a little. Pyrrha huffed and Pal jolted when a cold bottle landed on her.

"The Duchess will have plenty to give all the girls, I'm sure," Pyrrha said, handing Pal her glasses again as she fumbled with the electrolyte drink. "Now drink this before Hect revives us and kills us again for dying of dehydration." Dulcie rolled her eyes affectionately and took the bottle from Pal afterwards. Palamedes was left laying there feeling more content with herself than she had in a long, long while.