Archive of Our Own

It’s a curious thing—being connected to two other souls not your own. 

Unprecedented is the word that feels right for what happened after the Idol Awards. Yet Rumi has known Mira and Zoey for all her life so it wasn’t like it was something out of the blue; it feels like coming home, it feels like a warm hug at the door and a gentle kiss greeting her after a long day; it feels like reassurance holding the small of her back, letting her know that everything will be alright. It’s a tether that binds like falling in line, puzzle pieces slotting together like they were made for each other. 

That’s not the issue. 

The issue lies in the nature of her half-demon physiology. It’s the excess energy that thrums and hums and buzzes with the resonance of three souls in close proximity. It’s the excess that stirs the half-blood in her veins, the way it crawls beneath the surface of Rumi’s skin and gets her all worked up over nothing. 

Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing—filling her with an alertness that feels like pure lightning coursing through her veins. Electrifying, exhilarating, a sting that shocks wherever it touches. It culminates in leftover energy that builds and builds, churning in the pit of her stomach with nowhere to go. The hair on her body stands on end, her skin becomes overly sensitive to touch, her hearing attuned to the smallest noise possible, and it’s as if her senses of smell and sight have been dialed to the max number on the knob. 

It’s a state of overstimulation that makes Rumi feel weak and frenzied and agitated all at once. 

What was once deemed as normal—the burn of rays of sunlight peeking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon glow of city lights flashing below the penthouse, the sound of chatter floating around the night market crowd and the rhythmic step of pedestrians and the rumbling rattle of vehicles—now pushes Rumi into a state of agitation. 

She snaps at the littlest thing, whining and clenching her teeth and gnashing her fangs until her jaw aches. She hates the feeling of annoyance souring her mood, leaving her physically ill at how emotional she gets in reaction to the environment around her. 

With no more demons afoot—and if there is any sort of demonic activity, it’s taken care of rather quickly between the three of them—the lack of a drawn out fight puts Rumi back at square one with her body brimming with restlessness. 

Frustration is an emotion Rumi knows intimately well nowadays. Some days she wakes up feeling all too much, hyper aware of every single little thing as soon as her eyelids flutter open: the body heat that’s tripled in her bed; the soft sheets embracing her body; the warm weight of hands and arms and legs draped over her figure; the soft tickle of Mira’s hair draped over her shoulder and the warm, steady breaths from Zoey ghosting over the cliff of her collarbone; the quiet hum of the air conditioner circulating in the penthouse and the birds chirping as they perch on the little bird feeder beside her balcony plants. 

She can hear everything. She can feel every single thing that’s touching her. 

A slow glance around has Rumi softening as she takes in Mira’s and Zoey’s peaceful expressions, admiring their unfurrowed brows and soft cheeks and the gentle slopes of their lips. Rumi takes it in, savoring this moment of calm, engraving it into the depths of her mind. She feels her breath hitching imperceptibly in her lungs, and her heart wobbling as adoration swells in the space of her chest, the feeling of contentment rising until she feels full to the brim. 

But then the buzzing begins once again, disrupting her peace like a jagged strike of lightning upon her senses. Crawling under her skin, itching against her muscles, rattling her right down to her bones; a sudden urge to move and do something sinks deep into her core—but Rumi knows it is a trick of the body and not her mind. There is no threat or anything of the like. Just restless energy gathering as her soul hums in proximity to her girls. 

Zoey and Mira. 

Rumi sighs as she wiggles free of her lovers’ cuddling, unable to keep the smile from tugging at the corner of her lips when Zoey’s soft whining becomes audible and Mira’s hands tighten around Rumi’s waist subconsciously, as if searching for her the nanosecond Rumi has left her grasp. They’re adorable, Rumi thinks. She presses a kiss to Zoey’s temple and Mira’s hairline, extracts herself from their clingy hands, and stifles the laughter bubbling in her chest when she all but herds Zoey into Mira’s arms. Zoey takes the replacement cuddle buddy with a happy little sigh, whereas Mira’s brows furrow in her sleep as she becomes squished repeatedly in Zoey’s deceptively strong embrace. Unable to resist the urge, Rumi snaps a picture of them cuddled up, a toothy grin on her lips as she saves it in her secret-not-so-secret folder with their names plastered all over with an extra amount of heart emojis. 

Rumi changes into athletic wear before hopping down to the tower’s gym floor, intent on burning off this excess energy. She’s found that the further away she is from her girls, the less chaotic the buzzing becomes. It eases a little—Rumi is grateful for that—before her heightened senses slap her across the face with another wave of stimulation. A pulse of violet lights up her patterns. She huffs with indignation before getting to work. 

Shiny and sleek is the equipment in the gym—state of the art grade to keep up with the demand of their Hunter training, of course—and Rumi is especially grateful for the investment given the strength and endurance of her half-demon traits. She runs a circuit on the treadmill fit for a marathon runner, then does a weight-lifting set for the weight class of an ogre demon, before finishing up with a heavily customized core workout that landed her on the cover of South Korea’s Women’s Fitness several times over the course of her idol career. The title of ‘abs of steel’ tends to trend on their social media platforms for weeks every time Rumi lets their fans see a glimpse of her ripped stomach muscles. 

Her girls eat it up every time; Zoey stares at her and vibrates like a golden retriever on zoomies and Mira glares at anyone within their vicinity while secretly drooling over Rumi. And Rumi likes their attention, she preens and chuffs as she flexes her hard-earned muscles for them. Running herself through extreme workouts isn’t so bad when she gets to reap the reward of being her girlfriends’ eye candy. 

Sweat glistens on Rumi’s flushed skin as she goes through the workout circuit repeatedly, groaning and huffing as the exertion eats away at her energy. But it works. It burns all that restless buzzing in her chest, the weight of urgency abating until Rumi feels all quiet and loose once more. She sighs contently as she takes her time cooling down while putting the weights back in place, diligently wiping down all the equipment she used earlier with a leisureness that feels good and rightly earned. 

Time for a shower, Rumi thinks as she drags herself to the elevator. Easy strides take her through the hallway after the doors slide open, and Rumi pauses in her tracks when she catches a glimpse of Mira’s back in the open kitchen. The sizzle of a pan on the induction stove can be heard, the smell of garlic and oil and spices hovers in the air, and Rumi lets out a quiet, pleased sigh as breakfast is in progress. Rumi lets herself linger to admire the long, pink ponytail her lover adorns, eyeing the silky length of it before she whisks herself away to get cleaned—

Before temptation has a chance to take root. 

Another sigh twists on Rumi’s lips as steps into the large bathroom, shedding her clothes off leisurely, taking stock of the exhaustion lingering in her bones as garments flutter to the smooth tiled floor. Soft footsteps pad towards the shower, pausing before a quiet click of the shower door sliding shut precedes the rush of water through the large overhead shower head. That cloak of restless energy is finally expelled, and Rumi feels lighter as she washes all the sweat and grime away. She stands under the hot spray of the shower head, basking in the heat of the water and letting it run over her skin. Vibrant color shimmers across her patterns, and Rumi sighs again, happy as she watches iridescent threads of the Honmoon reflect off of the steam coiling in the air. She hums softly, smiling as the Honmoon reacts in trills and undulating waves, a happy motion apparent in the threads dancing around her body. 

After finishing her shower, Rumi towels off and dries her hair, indulging in the time-consuming act of taming her long purple hair into her usual braid. Hiatus has given her the opportunity of slowing down, gifting her the privilege of taking her time, something she hadn’t dared to grasp with both hands when she was racing the clock against a golden Honmoon and the looming shadow of Gwi-Ma. Now that’s all behind her. Rumi luxuriates whenever an opportunity comes up, catching up on chances she once passed up before. It’s a new thing she’s been learning at Mira’s and Zoey’s highly supportive encouragement. 

A pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt—some tour merch she grabbed from Mira’s closet—is thrown on before Rumi emerges from the bedroom and into the kitchen. 

A smile automatically stretches across her lips when she spots Mira and Zoey by the kitchen island. Kicking her feet, Zoey lounges on a bar stool while Mira plates their breakfast for the day. 

“Rumi!” Zoey exclaims happily when she spots her, sunshine glittering in her eyes like seeing Rumi has brightened up her day. Rumi’s heart stutters at the thought, melting at the notion of being a reason for Zoey’s joy. 

“Zoey!” Rumi says her lover’s name excitedly, mirroring the enthusiasm sent her way. She strides towards Zoey, practically barreling into her, the momentum only stopped by Zoey’s back pressing gently into the marble counter. 

“Oof!” Zoey’s arms wrap around Rumi’s broad shoulders, hugging tight as Rumi settles to stand in between Zoey’s legs, content to perch there while Zoey is seated on the bar stool. Soft giggles leave them as Rumi nuzzles into Zoey’s hair, rubbing her cheek against her lover’s temple before she tilts her head for a proper morning kiss. It’s slow and sweet, and Rumi loses herself in the taste of Zoey, in the smell of her lover, in the warmth that zips from soft lips to Rumi’s own before spreading down her neck to settle in her chest. Every kiss never fails to feel just like the first for Rumi, her mind flooding with wonder and awe that she finally, finally gets to have her girls like this. 

“Where did you go earlier?” Zoey asks in between chaste pecks, giggling every time Rumi chooses to answer with a kiss instead of words. 

Eventually the answer slips out between the fifteenth kiss or so. “Gym.” 

“Ooh, okay.” Zoey grins as she sneaks a hand beneath Rumi’s shirt, blatantly feeling up those prominent abs with neither discretion nor shame. It makes Rumi laugh, makes her grin at the goofy eyebrow waggle Zoey gives her. “Yeah, you definitely did, hehe.” 

“Enough fondling her, Zo. Let her sit down and eat.” A huff of amusement escapes Mira as she sets down the last plate. It draws Rumi’s attention to the spread on the counter: gyeran-mari, jeon, and fried rice with leftover bulgogi. Rumi’s mouth waters as her stomach growls, the exertion from her morning gym session making her aware of how hungry she is. 

Rumi’s hand reaches out to snag Mira’s wrist, playfully tugging when Mira all but raises a brow in question. 

“Can I help you?” 

“Yes. Yes, you can.” 

Zoey’s giggles drift in the background as Rumi pulls Mira towards them, a triumphant expression unfurling on Rumi’s face when Mira rolls her eyes, unable to keep the affection from blooming there. The soft smile unfurls like a radiant flower, sweet and shy and only meant for them. Mira enters their bubble and everything clicks into place as her arm winds around Rumi’s shoulders, her other arm curling around Zoey’s back. 

It doesn’t feel unpleasant now that all that extra energy has escaped Rumi. Rather than feeling overwhelmed, her girls’ touch is an anchor that tethers Rumi close by, soft and gentle and addictive in nature. 

Rumi leans in, bumping her nose against Mira’s cheek like some sort of affectionate cat, repeating the gesture until Mira is grinning as goofily as Zoey is as she watches them. 

“Hi.” Rumi smiles as she nuzzles into the line of Mira’s jaw, dragging her lips along the smooth column of Mira’s neck and preening giddily when she feels her lover’s pulse quickening. 

“Good morning to you too.” Mira’s voice dips a little lower as she becomes flustered, the skin along her cheeks glowing with the beginnings of a pink dusting. 

With a hum, Rumi slides her mouth along Mira’s until their lips slot together. It’s a slow kiss, exploratory and indulgent as their lips move together. A sweet sigh leaves Rumi when she feels Mira’s hand sinking into her hair and Zoey’s blunt fingernails scratching down her abs, the combined sensation is slow and sensual and makes Rumi shiver with how good it feels. She pulls away after another moment of indulgence, smiling wide at the bright flush that is mirrored on all of their faces. 

“Let’s eat before Mira’s effort goes cold.” Rumi steps back and clears her throat, laughing at the whine that slips out of Zoey and the dazed look on Mira’s face as she licks her lips. 

“Right, breakfast…” Mira bites down on her bottom lip, stifling the smile that wants to emerge as she moves to grab utensils. 

“You’re a tease, unnie, you know that?” Zoey grumbles but she gathers three bowls of white rice before settling into her seat again. 

“And don’t you forget it.” Rumi laughs as she settles beside her girls, her chest light as they dig into their meal. 

// 

Slowly, Rumi’s body unintentionally builds a tolerance to the vigorous morning workouts. The energy in her system reroutes itself, like a river finding another path to cut through after being stopped by a dam, and soon enough, that overwhelming feeling coils tight within Rumi once more. 

Another gym session is done in vain, leaving Rumi feeling more amped up than drained. She puts away the equipment with a frown on her lips, the furrow in her brow growing tenser by the time she walks into the elevator and slumps against the cool metal wall. The buzzing won’t stop crawling under her skin, itching at her gums in her mouth—and this awful headache is beginning to push at the forefront of her mind. She grits her teeth as she paces back and forth in front of the couch, the tread of her footsteps softening the plush rug beneath her feet until it follows the path of her frantic pacing. 

What can I do? What can I do? 

The question repeats in Rumi’s mind like a mantra, puzzling as she turns the words over and over again. Frustration builds quickly as she finds no real solution. 

Her hands curl into fists, slender fingers creaking and shaking from the force of her own strength. She feels hot all over, and it shows through the rippling flash of bright violet across her patterns. 

Footsteps pad out from the hallway and the faint scent of citrus—Zoey—curls in the air, making Rumi’s senses perk up in acknowledgement of the new, familiar presence. She twitches at the way her heightened senses have surged to a higher level, knowing all too well that it’s related to the keyed up energy rushing through her veins at the moment. 

The proximity of another soul resonating with her own tugs at Rumi’s attention, insistent until her eyes settle on the shimmer of iridescent colors humming around the corner of the hallway. 

Zoey enters, footsteps padding gently as she winds around the couch, notebook and phone in hand before she takes notice of Rumi’s frenetic pacing. She raises an eyebrow, curiosity and a hint of concern swimming in her gaze before she speaks. “Rumi? Are you—wah!” 

A startled yelp falls out of Zoey’s mouth as Rumi whirls around to pounce on her, knocking them both down onto the soft cushions of the couch while her phone and notebook go flying out of her hands. It would be comical if it weren’t for the urgency thrumming through Rumi’s veins like a roar of molten fire. 

“What’s going—“ 

“Zoey.” A warbled whine, loud and breathy and uncharacteristically desperate, slips free from Rumi as her brows furrow and her teeth—no, her fangs click against each other. Elongated canines that itch at her gums, itching with the need to sink into something soft, aching with the need to be soothed. Desperation paints her face as the buzzing beneath her skin grows stronger and stronger, making Rumi whine in frustration as she screws her eyes shut. 

The call of her name like that has Zoey’s teeth clicking shut with how fast she closes her mouth. Vibrant red flushes her face as she’s met with this needy side of Rumi out of the blue. 

“Loud—too loud.” Rumi whimpers as she burrows her face into Zoey’s chest, rubbing against the thin fabric of her shirt as if she could nuzzle it all away. Oh, if only that worked—she would hold her girls captive all day for a cuddle session. 

“Oh, unnie. Are you… overstimulated?” Zoey coos as she strokes her hands down Rumi’s back, slow at first but then rougher when she clocks the way Rumi shudders from the touch. Rough drags of her palms down the length of Rumi’s back seem to settle her lover, so Zoey makes sure to keep stroking until it’s the main sensation that Rumi can focus on. 

“Y-Yes…” Rumi whimpers as her eyes squeeze shut, the tail end of the sound tapering into a soft whine. 

The buzzing lessens, a sharp electric jolt now dimming to a dull hum, enough to make Rumi let out a deep sigh of relief. She whimpers as she arches into Zoey’s touch, the tension along her brow diminishing the longer her lover touches her. 

“Better?” Zoey asks as she presses her lips to Rumi’s forehead, pulling back slowly to examine the small nubs protruding from Rumi’s hairline. Her brows rise in surprise as she stares at the base of what appears to be horns? Yeah… that’s gotta be horns. A giddiness rushes through Zoey as she studies Rumi’s demonic features, fascinated as she is turned on by their presence. 

“A little…” Rumi sucks in a breath before hissing it out in a soft whine. “Can you… can you touch me more?” A pink tongue darts out of her mouth to wet her own lips, the question twisting gently in the small space between their bodies. 

“Oh. You need a distraction, unnie?” Zoey hums as her hands pause, a moment of processing before they return right to stroking up and down Rumi’s back. Newfound eagerness brims within Zoey, translating to her rough palming of Rumi’s back, greedy little squeezes that match the energy of the crooked grin beginning to tug at one side of Zoey’s lips. 

“Yeah, yeah—please,” Rumi croaks as she shivers through another wave of insistent stimulation, trying to wiggle her headspace free of its grip. “Touch me, touch me—” 

“I got you. Let me take care of you, unnie.” And Zoey croons as she slips her hands under Rumi’s shirt to drag her blunt fingernails down Rumi’s back. Rumi, in turn, jolts like a live wire just shocked her, and the answering moan that she lets out is rich and throaty, a downright attractive sound that makes Zoey giggle, her cheeks blushing a ruddy red color as she feels her own arousal answering. 

Rumi’s hips buck involuntarily, a stuttering motion, before they start to roll in slow circles, grinding against Zoey’s firm body beneath her. A shuddering breath is expelled as Rumi’s brain switches tracks, slowly registering the pleasure that breaks through that restless fog. It spreads like wildfire, smothering that overwhelming feeling with the familiarity of intimate pleasure instead. 

“A-Ah!” Rumi whines as Zoey’s hands curl around her hips before pushing down hard enough to have her clit graze Zoey’s thigh. 

“You know you can come to me or Mira any time, right? For this… hah, for anything at all, unnie.” Zoey leans closer, close enough to knock her forehead gently with Rumi’s, mindful of the small horns protruding from her lover’s hairline. Warm breath ghosts over her lips before she tilts to the side to kiss Rumi. 

It’s soft and sweet and slow enough to halt every single train of thought Rumi has chugging in her brain. A haze of warmth blooms, and Rumi gasps at how pleasant it is being kissed like this, blatant want and affection pressing against her mouth over and over again. Her soul hums warmly in her chest, trembling like she’s taken aback, sometimes still in disbelief that Mira and Zoey could want someone like her. 

Zoey presses the advantage of Rumi’s parted lips and slips her tongue in, moaning softly as she licks into Rumi’s mouth, exploring every inch surrendered to her. It effectively shuts down all Rumi’s thoughts before she can spiral. The soft, wet tongue that lap against her own is all she can focus on now. 

“Please, please—I’m—ah, n-need you…!” And Rumi gasps against Zoey’s mouth, hips trembling and stuttering in their grinding motion. 

“Shit, Rumi.” Zoey gasps loudly as she slips her hand inside of Rumi’s pants to discover the wetness that immediately coats her fingers. It slicks her fingers, wet and warm and dripping. “Oh… you’re so fucking wet.” 

To which Rumi lets out a whine of a moan, shrill and shameless as she surges forward to kiss Zoey again, lost in the sensation of soft lips moving against her own. A filthy noise slips free as Zoey strokes her pussy, gathering the abundance of wetness there to smear it along her clit. Jolts of pleasure zip up Rumi’s spine in electrifying waves, making her let out these little sensual, wanton noises that would make anyone blush. 

“Touch me, touch me—please!” Broken gasps litter the air as Rumi squirms atop Zoey, chasing after the pleasure that is coiling tight in her belly. None of that pestering buzzing can be found, entirely replaced by the euphoria caused by Zoey’s touch. 

“So eager, hm? You should see yourself, pretty girl. I love the way you’re practically humping my hand.” Zoey smirks as she circles Rumi’s clit, the pad of her thumb pressing against slick flesh protruding from its hood, enjoying the way her lover cries out her pleasure, moaning and whining just from the littlest touch given. She pauses to withdraw, tugging Rumi’s pants down and off her legs before returning to the wet heat between Rumi’s thighs. 

“Fuuuck, Rumi. Feel that? Feel how easy you take me, babygirl?” Zoey’s voice grows husky, a little growl tacking onto the end of her sentence as she sinks a finger inside of Rumi’s cunt. Slick, hot walls cling to her digit, and the eagerness of their fluttering makes Zoey’s stomach flip with unchecked desire. Her mouth drops open in awe as she pumps her finger in and out of Rumi, mesmerized by the smooth glide of her digit—in and out, in and out—nothing obstructing the obscene squelching sound as Zoey sinks all the way in to the knuckle. 

Schlick, schlick, schlick! 

“M-More! More, I need—“ And the way Rumi whines as her pussy clamps down on Zoey, squeezing her finger with a desperation that makes her lover’s mouth go dry, is utterly debauched. 

“Yeah, I know, baby. I can feel you squeezing so tight around me. I’ve got you, just… just hang on, unnie.” Zoey hums as she adds a second finger with no hesitation, plunging her fingers in deep before curling them along Rumi’s front wall. Fingertips snag on a sensitive spongy spot, and Zoey watches with awe glimmering in her eyes as Rumi’s back arches explosively, a keening moan loosening from her lips as pleasure unfurls across her face. 

“Z-Zoey!” A breathy whine escapes Rumi. 

It’s beautiful, Zoey thinks, the raw emotion stamped on Rumi’s features as she revels in the two fingers sinking into her, eagerly rolling her hips into the motion, sighing and moaning at the way Zoey fills her up and stretches her walls out. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re taking me so well.” Zoey coos as she leans in to kiss Rumi’s ear, nibbling on the shell of her ear and giggling at the way it flushes red while Rumi lets out a shuddering whine. 

Slick wet squelching sounds echo in the living area, adding to the depravity circling the pair. Rumi shivers as she hears it alongside the roar of blood in her ears, alongside the thumping of her racing heart in her chest. Her hips buck as Zoey fucks into her, two fingers stroking against her slick walls until stars are bursting at the edge of Rumi’s vision, spinning like lazy comets streaking across her sight. 

“One more, one more—please, Zoey!” Rumi babbles as she begs, a sloppy slur of words trickling from her lips as she nudges against Zoey’s face, the column of their noses sliding together slowly in a sensual moment. 

“Yeah, unnie? You want another one? Want me to stretch you open, hmm?” The corner of Zoey’s lips curls into a devious smirk, an expression that looks fitting paired with the mischief gleaming in her dark eyes. “Tell me how much you want it.” 

And Rumi’s face burns hot with the prompt. She whines and pants and moans until the desperation brims within her, forcing her to speak. “I want—I want it! Wanna feel you stretching m-me out—hah, it… it feels s-so good!” 

“God, you’re so… yeah, take it, unnie. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Zoey is breathless as she listens to Rumi beg, her own arousal curling in her gut as those salacious words swirl in her ears. Her own cheeks grow warmer as Rumi whines and moans in front of her face—for her. 

For her, for her, all for her. 

Zoey’s teeth clamp down on the near possessive urge of arousal crawling up her throat, sinking her teeth into it and swallowing with a greed that overflows her chest. Her hand snakes up Rumi’s front, dragging up soft skin until her palm settles around Rumi’s neck, fingers flexing before they grab either side of her lover’s throat. 

A choked whimper escapes Rumi, and primal satisfaction shines in Zoey’s eyes as she locks gazes with Rumi, the want there snarling and snapping its teeth hungrily as Zoey simply murmurs, “Ask me again, unnie. I wanna hear you beg for it.” 

The squeeze to her throat has Rumi shuddering out a heaving gasp, her chest rising and falling quickly as the exquisite pressure there jolts her hips into an uncoordinated stutter. The moan that crawls out of her throat is decadent and desperate, rich as it curls in the air. She lets her mouth run, lets the desire churning in her belly run wild as she begs without an ounce of shame. 

“Fuck me, Zoey! W-Want you to stretch this pussy… hah, I wanna feel you deep inside me… wanna be so full of you!” And hearing those salacious words coming out of Rumi makes Zoey’s breath hitch, makes her body shudder at the sheer lust in her lover’s tone. She’s so turned on that it’s starting to hurt. And watching Rumi beg for her is a stroke to her ego, a spur of arousal that drives Zoey mad with want. 

“Good girl. You beg so nicely, it’s kinda insane, unnie,” Zoey rasps out the praise as she squeezes Rumi’s throat, satisfaction laced in her tone as she prompts, “Up.” 

Rumi sits up on her knees quickly, eagerly, panting roughly as she feels Zoey’s two fingers drag their way out of her walls. She squeezes them like she doesn’t want them to go, moaning shakily as they inevitably slip free with a debauched squelch. 

“Greedy girl.” Zoey huffs under her breath, smirking when Rumi merely whines at the soft admonishment. 

Zoey presses three fingers against Rumi’s entrance and stills, their gazes meeting and locking as the motion dies. Trembling, Rumi can do nothing but wait and pant and shudder as Zoey watches, grinning slow and wide as she holds her in the palm of her hand. It only makes Rumi wetter, the power dynamic between them clear as the sun sitting in the sky. Her own pussy clenches as she leaks another wave of wetness, dripping down her inner thighs and part of Zoey’s fingers brushing against her. 

“You’re the prettiest, you know that?” Zoey murmurs, the comment so soft and honest and genuine that it elicits a darkening bloom of red across Rumi’s face, concentrating at the tips of her ears. 

“Yeah, I know.” A soft huff escapes Rumi, fondness mixing with affection in those dark pools of her eyes, the warmth unfurling across her features as she stares down at Zoey. “It’s hard to forget when you and Mira tell me every day.” 

Pressure around her throat tightens as Zoey begins to squeeze, careful as she controls her strength. It feels good; Rumi whimpers as she feels her oxygen slowly depleting, her headspace growing foggy as pleasure flows in to take its place. 

“Go on, Rumi. I wanna watch you sink down on my fingers. Show me how much you want it.” And Zoey smirks as she watches Rumi, mirth and affection and dark desire glowing in her eyes as she maintains that absolutely divine pressure around Rumi’s throat. Sunlight gleams in the reflection of Zoey’s eyes, and the look captivates Rumi as much as it draws her breath away, freezing her in place as she’s captivated by the golden flecks in the rich brown pools of her lover’s eyes. 

Embarrassment and arousal and want churn inside of Rumi’s chest, a hot mess of emotion there as she takes in Zoey’s words. Her walls clench in anticipation, and her mind whines with submission, wanting to please and wanting to be fucked thoroughly. She trembles as she rises on her knees, the leather creak of the couch groaning as it takes her weight, grinding against Zoey’s hand before she settles against those three fingers, letting herself sink down, down, down. 

Slick flesh yields to Zoey’s slender fingers, eager to be split, to swallow the girth of three digits. It’s a slow press inward, so slow that Rumi whines at the extremely gentle pace, yet she’s helpless against Zoey’s careful strength, a reminder that squeezes at either side of her throat. It’s good, it’s so good, and Rumi trembles as she’s held at Zoey’s mercy. All that power stringing her along, guiding her with a firm hand—it’s absolutely perfect. 

An immediate moan springs from Rumi’s parted lips at the sensation of three fingers stretching her pussy out, breathless as exquisite pleasure floods her body, flooding her brain until it’s all she can think of—Zoey’s fingers curling against her walls, rubbing and sliding against every inch of her, the friction sending delightful euphoria all across Rumi’s senses. She whines and moans and mewls, breathless at the sensual intimacy filling her cunt up, keeping her full, full, full. 

“Nghhh… hah!” Rumi’s toes curl into the couch as her back arches, mouth dropping open as her eyes flutter shut when Zoey’s fingertips curl and hook onto a particular sweet spot. A high-pitched squeal escapes Rumi, and the hand around her throat squeezes gently, sending a spike of pleasure jolting through Rumi that makes her question how she’s still sitting up. It’s so good, feels so good to be filled like this, to be fucked until her consciousness is teetering on a cliff’s edge. 

“C’mon, Rumi. I want you to show me,” Zoey urges once more, her smile sharp as a predator circling its prey. Her hand stills as her fingers reach as deep as they can go, pleased by the way Rumi’s seated fully on her three fingers, slick walls fluttering around them eagerly. 

And the urge to follow instruction sears itself inside of Rumi’s belly, the urge to be good and comply zips up her spine, an electric tingle so heavenly that Rumi almost forgets to respond to her lover. Gathering her strength, Rumi braces her thighs on either side of Zoey’s hips, supporting her weight before she begins to lift and drop onto Zoey’s hand, riding those fingers with a fervor that turns her lover speechless. 

Schlick, schlick, plap, plap! 

“Mhmmphm… h-hah, Zoey!” So much wetness drips out of her pussy that Rumi can feel how soaked her inner thighs are. She can hear the lewd slick sounds echoing in the living area. But it only adds to the pleasure, to the obscenity that coils around them, fueling the sensual energy that builds and builds. Her hips stutter once before she finds a rhythm, rolling her hips in fluid half-circles, rising until Zoey’s fingertips are sheathed inside her cunt before sinking back down, hilting at the knuckles with an audible schlick sound. 

“Oh my god—fuck…” Zoey whimpers as she watches Rumi ride her hand, fucking herself down on her three fingers as she chases after her pleasure desperately. She’s captivated by the way Rumi’s pussy is stretched out by the width of her three fingers, unable to look away from each obscene stroke and the way Rumi’s pussy lips cling tight to her knuckles. “Look at you, baby. You’re so fucking pretty, Rumi. Taking my fingers so well too.” 

“Z-Zo—hah!” The praise sinks into Rumi’s chest with a viciousness that takes her by surprise, making her cry out as another jolt of pleasure shoots through her. 

“Are you close?” Zoey licks her lips, dark eyes twinkling as she feels the fluttering of Rumi’s walls increase in frequency. She curls her fingers with every downstroke of Rumi’s hips, digging her fingertips into that sweet spot that makes Rumi falter, her hips bucking at the sheer sensation of exquisite pressure aimed directly at that particular sensitive spot along her walls. 

Rumi merely nods, unshed tears glistening in her eyes as she whimpers, unable to voice her words properly with the ironclad grip around her throat. 

“Okay, pretty girl. I want you to come for me. Come all over my hand. You’ve been doing such a good job, baby.” Zoey coos and croons, her words sweet and heady as the praise swirls along Rumi’s flushed ears. To add to the stimulation, Zoey plants her thumb against Rumi’s swollen clit and presses down hard, circling without mercy. She grins savagely as Rumi’s back immediately arches in response. She loosens her grip around Rumi’s throat in favor of sliding her palm down Rumi’s chest and cupping a breast, thumb and forefinger pinching a hardened nipple until her lover wails a broken moan out loud. 

Syrupy sweet is Zoey’s praise, and the lack of pressure around her throat, the rush of oxygen back to her brain, and the sharp stinging bite of pain-pleasure at her sensitive breast culminates in a total collapse. White-hot pleasure erupts throughout Rumi’s body, and she shakes as her orgasm thunders through her, body seizing as a loud wail of a moan pours off her lips. 

“Zoey… f-fuck, fuck, ah!” 

Zoey releases Rumi’s nipple to circle an arm around Rumi’s waist, holding her lover steady in her embrace as her other hand pumps in and out of Rumi’s cunt with deep, curling strokes, the urgency flexing in the muscles of her forearm. Transfixed by the wetness gushing out of Rumi, she moans loudly at the lewd display of squirting that soaks Rumi’s thighs and her lap. It’s so hot, and Zoey makes a satisfied growling noise as she keeps on thrusting her fingers, intent on wringing out every drop of pleasure that she can from her lover. 

“N-No… no more—it’s… nghhh…!” A whine, a breathy plea is all it takes for Zoey to stop. 

Panting breaths leave Rumi as she all but slumps on top of Zoey, weak and pliant as all of her energy is drained out of her. Her body trembles with delicious aftershocks, quivering as her mind is slow to pull itself together after that intense release. Zoey pulls her in with the arm around her back, that same hand rising to curl around Rumi’s sweaty nape before pulling her down until Zoey’s lips can reach her face. Her lover peppers her hairline with kisses and warm, gooey words that make her blush, all while the pad of Zoey’s thumb steadily strokes at the warm skin at the back of her neck, sending a rush of soft pleasure down Rumi’s spine that feels so good, it sparks a deep rumbling purr in her chest. 

“Good girl. You did so well for me. The best girl ever.” Zoey coaxes out another purr with her praise, and it’s a perfect distraction as she gingerly pulls her fingers free, sliding out of Rumi’s pussy with a soft, slick squelch. 

“Mhmm.” Rumi hums as her eyes flutter shut, sighing at the exhaustion creeping up on her, loosening her muscles even further. 

“One more?” Zoey asks, her smile soft and easy when Rumi cracks open an eye to look down at her lover. The sight of want still swirling in Zoey’s gaze—dark with lust yet gleaming so brightly—takes Rumi off guard. Her breath hitches in her throat, the air stolen from her lungs as she’s captivated by how much Zoey desires her. She swallows the saliva pooling in her throat before nodding, breathless as she stares. 

The humming in her chest feels like spluttering embers, her soul licking weakly at the cage of her ribs. What’s one more orgasm to put it to rest? Rumi nods, blushing profusely and smiling bashfully when Zoey beams at her, adoration spilling from her eyes as Zoey’s hand cups her cheek. 

There’s a moment’s pause where Zoey’s gaze drifts upward, landing on the set of horns jutting from Rumi’s hairline. They’re small and sleek, a pair of curving black smoothness no longer than a finger’s length. 

“Can you lay down on your back? I wanna try something, unnie.” 

Anything, anything for you, Rumi thinks. She swallows the thought and shimmies off Zoey’s lap so she can lie on her back properly. Curiosity churns in her belly, mingling with the molten pit of arousal there. Rumi’s eyes track Zoey as she settles on her stomach, her face right above Rumi’s head. 

“What did you have in mind?” 

“These,” Zoey hums as she plants a kiss on Rumi’s crown. Her hands cradle Rumi’s head gently, thumbs stroking along the sides of Rumi’s temple as their eyes lock. “I wanna feel your horns, unnie. They’re so cute… I wonder how they feel for you too.” 

Darkness expands in Rumi’s eyes, her pupils dilating faster than she can process the words. But once she does, she can’t help the guttural moan that crawls out of her mouth. A needy throb strikes her cunt, and Rumi whines as her walls clench around nothing. God, Zoey has such a way with words that Rumi’s mind is failing to keep up. 

“But also,” A wicked grin graces Zoey’s lips as she peppers slow kisses along Rumi’s hairline, the soft brush of lips like a tease against the junction of skin and horn. A ripple of pleasure shoots through Rumi and she groans in anticipation; if the slightest touch to her horns leaves her wrecked already then what’s the full sensation going to feel like for her? 

A sweet giggle leaves Zoey, “I want you to touch yourself, unnie. Can you do that for me? Can you fuck yourself while I play with your horns? Pretty please?” 

Another raw moan leaves Rumi’s throat as she processes her lover’s request. It’s obscene, it’s so goddamn hot, and Rumi finds herself nodding her head eagerly in response. The arousal in her belly is already coiling, raring to go as soon as those salacious words left Zoey’s lips. 

“Y-Yes—yes, yes, yes!” 

“Good girl. So eager, hehe…” Zoey lavishes another kiss to the tip of Rumi’s hairline, laughing softly as her thumbs stroke the edge of Rumi’s curved ears. “Go on, I’m watching.” 

With a soft gulp, Rumi trails her palms down her body. She shivers as her palms drag down the plane of her navel, stuttering to a momentary pause when Zoey begins to mouth at the base of her horns. 

It’s electrifying. 

It feels insanely good. The way Zoey laps at the base of her horns, that wet and warm tongue licking against soft skin and hard yet smooth keratin, feels godly. It’s like Rumi’s brain is melting inside of her skull, reduced to nothing but the toe-curling sensation of pleasure rippling through her body. 

“C’mon, Rumi. You can do it.” 

“Nghhh… hah…!” Rumi pants roughly as she struggles to get her hands to resume moving. They drag down her thighs until one hand rests on her swollen clit. It throbs insistently, arousal keeping the bud flushed and firm and slick. Rumi mewls softly as she circles her clit, her hips jolting at the additional stimulation. 

“Good girl.” Zoey murmurs between her kisses that lather the junction of skin and horn, taking advantage of Rumi’s sensitivity there. “Don’t forget your other hand.” Her voice is melodic and playful as she encourages Rumi to continue touching herself. 

“Ah… ah, ah, fuck!” 

Rumi cries out as she shifts her free hand until her own two fingers slip inside of her cunt, her hips immediately jumping as she pushes them in deep. Curling fingertips rub against her front wall, and Rumi keens at the sudden wave of pleasure that crashes down onto her. She should be embarrassed but she’s turned on, practically dripping as she touches herself so shamelessly in front of her lover. 

But Zoey wanted this, didn’t she? 

So Rumi tries to put on a show, struggling against the pleasure assaulting her senses as she slowly fucks her fingers deep into her cunt, choking on a moan when her lover decides now would be a good time to drag the flat of her tongue up the length of Rumi’s curling horns. 

“That’s… fuck, Zoey… hah!”  Any attempt at talking results in a slur from Rumi’s lips. Her tongue fails to work properly, pinned down by the weight of her own arousal as she lazily touches herself—not because she’s tired or lazy, but rather because it feels so good, too good, that her limbs feel sluggish, like she’s wading through waist-high waters while being weighed down—two fingers thrusting inside of her walls and two fingers circling her clit—all while Zoey takes her horns into her mouth one after the other, slurping and sucking and bobbing her head slowly, unraveling Rumi lick by lick at her own pace. 

“This… mhm, feels good, unnie.” Zoey pants softly as she bobs her head carefully, mindful of the tip of Rumi’s horns as she takes it into her mouth. “You’re so hard… hah, are you sensitive h-here? Mhmm… you feel so good in… hah, in my mouth.” 

“Zoey… oh my god… ah, a-ah!” 

The sucking sounds are so lewd that Rumi’s face burns with the heat of her constant blush. But she can’t deny that this feels so good. Stars burst in Rumi’s vision as she pleasures herself, lost in the sensation of Zoey’s mouth suckling on her horns; of Zoey’s tongue stroking up and down the curving length; of Zoey’s warm saliva dripping down and pooling on her forehead. 

Who knew having her horns played with would feel this good? 

Schlick, schlick! 

“You’re so pretty like this, Rumi. It’s a little unfair. Mhm, fuck—I wanna see you come like this. Just me sucking on your horns… hah, while you’re playing with your pussy—” 

Schlick, schlick! 

“Hah… d-don’t—don’t say it like—“ 

The pressure in Rumi’s belly tightens, coiling and coiling impossibly tighter with every filthy word that her lover spews. She whines and mewls and whimpers, eyes going glassy the further she sinks into debauchery. 

“Come for me.” Zoey’s voice caresses her ears—low and sweet and gentle and full of adoration—a hairpin impact that shatters the last of Rumi’s restraint. 

“Z-Zoey!” 

Rumi cries out, a shameless keening sound as her orgasm shudders through her with the intensity of a clap of thunder. She wails as the pressure in her belly snaps, her back arching while her hands scramble briefly before they cling to her thighs, spasming as she rides out the waves of euphoria. Wetness slicks her inner thighs while her clit twitches, sensitive after the many orgasms she’s had in such a short span of time. Her hips jerk involuntarily as she’s swept away, undulating on the waves of pleasure that seem endless. 

Zoey has pulled her mouth off of Rumi’s horn, retreating to the base of them so she can lather her lover’s hairline with gentle kisses, all while she takes in the sight of Rumi’s writhing body in the throes of passion. Her eyes are wide and blown black as she captures this moment in her mind, in awe of the raw carnal energy thrumming through Rumi as her orgasm rolls through her. Her hands still cradle Rumi’s head, thumbs still stroking the skin of Rumi’s temples while she whispers praises and sweet nothings to her lover, acting as an anchor for Rumi when she inevitably drifts down from her high. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. You did so well, Rumi. Now come back to me, come back, unnie.” Zoey coos as she watches the moment Rumi’s body goes entirely slack. Then she gathers Rumi into her lap, sitting up so that she can hold Rumi in her arms. The serene expression on Rumi’s face makes something in Zoey’s chest ache with a tenderness. She can’t help the burst of affection that fills her chest, can’t help the urge to gently squeeze Rumi in her arms as a wide smile curves her lips. 

Everything feels good and warm and soft, and Rumi leans into Zoey’s front, sighing as her mind remains a pliant mess incapable of any coherent thought. She’s safe here in Zoey’s embrace, and that peace of mind wards off the restlessness encroaching on the far end of her peripheral. 

“Feeling better? Did that help, unnie?” Zoey asks as she runs a hand through Rumi’s hair, fingers gently carding through long purple hair, a little damp near her hairline, but it doesn’t deter Zoey from tucking a strand of purple behind Rumi’s pointed ear. Her eyes flick up to Rumi’s forehead, noting that her horns have shrunk into cute little nubs—maybe a side effect of releasing tension? 

A soft rumble of a purr comes from Rumi when Zoey strokes her tapered ear with the pad of her thumb, a sweet caress that makes Rumi blink at her lover slowly, showcasing the depth of affection swirling in the dark brown pools of her eyes. It loosens something in Zoey’s chest, making her dizzy with adoration for the woman on top of her. 

“Yeah, you… yeah, it helped. It was really… really good.” Mumbles leave Rumi’s lips as her ears flush a bright shade of red. She buries her face in Zoey’s chest, nuzzling slowly as embarrassment ties her tongue into a knot. 

“What’s going on?” There’s no judgement in Zoey’s tone, only the ever warm embrace of her adoration. 

“Just…” Rumi grumbles as she tries to find the words, trying to put together the buzzing mess that she’s become lately. Zoey is patient with her, stroking her scalp pleasantly and brushing her hair in a manner that makes Rumi want to melt into a cuddle pile for the rest of the week. They curl closer together, flushed skin to skin until the feeling of utter contentment fills the entirety of Rumi’s chest. 

“Overstimmed. Couldn’t… I got stuck in my head.” Rumi sucks in a breath before she blows it out slowly, puffing her cheeks out in a silly manner that makes Zoey giggle. The sound is infectious, and Rumi finds her lips curling into a smile to match her lover. 

A soft hum of acknowledgement comes from Zoey but nothing more. She doesn’t say anything else, choosing to acknowledge what Rumi is saying instead of throwing out solutions immediately. The faint tension that lingers doesn’t go unnoticed, and Zoey chooses silent support instead of active problem solving—this time, at least. 

“You can come to me and Mira anytime. We’re always here, Rumi.” Zoey opens her mouth before pausing, closing it with a soft smile. She wonders what Zoey was going to say, but then the hand in her hair scratches so good against her scalp and Rumi loses all her motor functions, lapsing into a throaty purr as her eyes slip shut. 

She hums and purrs, nodding sleepily into Zoey’s collar. Her girls are always there for her. She can’t dispute that. All the anxiety prior melts away, seeming so trivial now that she’s opened up a little to Zoey. Just talking about it makes Rumi feel better, a little weight brushed off her shoulders. 

“…Is that… when did you summon your tail?” Awe swells in Zoey’s voice, a hushed whisper of excitement as her fingertips brush along the tailbone of Rumi’s lower back. 

“Wha—“ Rumi’s eyes snap open, a stupor washing over her as she feels a tingling sensation of a new appendage gaining awareness. It’s a slim and sleek tail, the end shaped like a barbed arrow as it wiggles out from the end of Rumi’s tailbone. It flicks and curls slowly, like a newborn puppy trying to figure out how to walk. 

“A-Ah!” Rumi whimpers as Zoey’s fingers brush over sensitive skin. She shudders violently, blushing furiously at the extreme sensitivity of her extra appendage. 

“Oops! Sorry, unnie!” Yet the mischievous smile on Zoey’s face betrays her words. 

“I-I don’t know…?” Rumi huffs out a little sigh as she rests her cheek on Zoey’s chest. “It must have formed during all… that.” 

“Ohh, I can’t wait til Mira sees this. She’s gonna love this!” 

The glee in Zoey’s voice and the glitter of her eyes makes Rumi grumble, an adorable pout pulling at her lips as she plants her face into her lover’s chest once more. Yet her lips shift into a smile, fondness following the amused exasperation. The emotions grow warm in her chest as she listens to Zoey’s giggles rumbling in her chest. Rumi sighs as her own soul pulses in her chest, resonating with the joy swirling in Zoey’s. Another wave of warmth suffuses at the center of her sternum, blanketing her in happy contentment as Zoey holds her close, caressing and cuddling Rumi until everything melts away. 

// 

The tail is… relatively new. 

It doesn’t appear often, and Rumi flounders at her new limb every time it does show up. She finds herself playing with it, testing out the range of her new limb and what it can do. It curls and slithers with a flexibility that seems so fluid, extending all the way from the end of her tailbone to the heels of her feet. But sometimes, it also has a mind of its own when Rumi isn’t paying any attention to it; it wiggles like a newborn pup sniffing at everything in fascination, bumping into every part of furniture and wall that she passes and knocking over objects like a curious cat. 

Mira and Zoey take to it warmly, their affection glimmering bright with amusement whenever Rumi’s tail wraps around their wrist or ankle or thigh or waist—any part of them really!—content to hold them whenever Rumi gets close. Every stroke or pet along the length of her tail has Rumi’s brain going fuzzy, a wave of delight that is hard to ignore. It’s like a pleasant scratch along her scalp or a warm hand caressing her back—a sensation that never fails to make her go pliant in the best way possible. 

The fixation on her tail keeps the stimulation at bay… for now. The constant hum in her chest sinks to a dull buzz, not as loud and vibrant like the other day, but still there beneath her skin, humming like a second heartbeat. It swims like an undercurrent as her attention is occupied with her tail. 

“Oh… that’s neat,” Rumi murmurs as she wills her tail to curl around a heavy jar of kimchi. Cold is the hard plastic of the container, and the half-full contents hold a hefty weight; curiosity swirls in Rumi’s eyes as she lifts the jar up and down, left and right, twirling it just for fun as she tests out the mobility and strength of her tail. She shivers at the coldness caressing the skin of her tail… hmm, sensitive. 

That’s how Mira finds her in the kitchen, tumbling their cold jar of kimchi like a toy with a gleeful expression. 

“Well, that’s a new trick.” 

“Wah—Mira!” A startled yelp leaps from Rumi’s lips as she jumps a foot in the air, her tail snapping out in reflex with a tiny crack! The kimchi jar lands somewhere on the counter, safe as its contents slosh from the force of the landing. The buzzing returns with a new intensity due to Mira’s presence, making Rumi wince as she leans against the long marble counter. Her tail wiggles as it curls around her calf, almost bashful in Mira’s presence. 

“My bad, Rumi.” A soft chuckle leaves Mira as she sidles up closer, slender fingers drumming up Rumi’s arm before curling at a broad shoulder. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” It’s a sweet croon that kisses Rumi’s temple, making her melt as Mira mouths a slow, warm trail of kisses down Rumi’s jaw. 

“O-Oh, yeah, n-no worries.” The tips of Rumi’s ears warm quickly, growing hotter and hotter as Mira kisses her face gently, slowly, an air of reverence curling around their bodies. Calm settles around Rumi’s shoulders until she relaxes fully into Mira’s touch, near boneless as she focuses on the tender graze of soft lips along her jaw, along her cheeks, dragging down her neck in a ticklish manner that only makes Rumi shiver quietly in delight. 

“Mira?” Rumi glances up at Mira, peeking through her lashes. 

“Yeah?” 

“What’s…?” 

A soft huff of breath leaves Mira as she stares down at Rumi, not bothering to hide the current of affection swimming in her gaze. It’s rich and deep as it glimmers in the brown pools of her eyes. “I don’t need a reason to love you, Rumi-yah.” 

And that—and that has Rumi’s heart stuttering in her chest. The casualness of Mira’s admission unleashes a cage of butterflies in Rumi’s belly, allowing them to swarm until Rumi flushes from the fluttering. “O-Oh!” 

“You’re so cute and you don’t even know it.” Another sigh leaves Mira, full of mirth and fondness that Rumi can’t help the bashful smile that graces her lips. 

The anxiousness humming in her chest dulls, abating in the light of Mira’s gentle touch. Rumi shivers under her lover’s attention, gulping quietly at being the center of Mira’s sole focus. Her body warms and pulses, thrumming awake and alert at each new touch from Mira. 

It’s no doubt Rumi’s breathing grows heavier, her senses tingling as they become hyper-aware of every sensual touch from Mira, every particle of space between them—or the increasing lack of. Her tail is enthusiastic though, shedding its shy demeanor to curl around Mira’s thigh, nudging upward until it’s enough to make her girlfriend giggle at the gentle touch coiling against her skin. 

Mira kisses her with a hand cupping her jaw, her thumb stroking the soft skin just below Rumi’s ear. It feels good and soft, it has her shivering with a delightful mewl. Her tail coils tighter around Mira’s thigh in response. 

“You like that?” Mira murmurs against her mouth; the soft drag of her lips against Rumi’s drives her crazy—in the best way possible, of course. 

“Yeah, yeah… keep kissing me.” Rumi nudges her face against Mira’s, brushing their noses together, sighing contently as Mira presses closer, tilting their heads to deepen the act. She melts into the kiss, lost in the way Mira takes command of it, guiding Rumi to exactly where and how and what she has in mind. And Rumi lets it happen, content to let herself be guided by her lover, pliant and so willing to see where Mira will lead her next. It speaks of the trust she places in her lover, the implicit consent that she places in Mira’s hands, no hesitation holding her back as she chases the intimacy and pleasure waiting for her. 

It’s so easy to work Rumi up when she’s in this state—buzzing under all the attention, squirming from Mira’s obstinate and languid touch, unable to move past her lover’s stubborn pace, panting until she’s a flustered mess that wants and wants and wants. 

“Do you want something, baby?” Mira chuckles as she kisses Rumi slowly regardless of the pent-up state her lover has descended into, sighing sweetly into Rumi’s mouth as their lips slot and move together, a sensual intimacy blooming in the sliver of space between them. 

A whine bubbles up in Rumi’s chest, sweet and saccharine as it simmers, ready to pour up and out her throat. The way Mira makes her feel all pliant and soft never fails to unleash butterflies in Rumi’s stomach. She shudders as Mira kisses her ear, nipping at the curved shell of her ear with a tender playfulness that makes her tingle all over. 

“I-I… Mira…” Rumi whimpers as she grabs at Mira’s bicep, squeezing at the firm, lean muscle there. 

“C’mon, pretty girl. Use your words.” Mira’s lips curve upward, a smirk gracing her face as she strokes Rumi’s flank. She has patience up her sleeves, bountiful whenever her lovers get too impatient and needy. It makes it all the more fun, the way she’ll drag them this way and that, teasing until they’re begging for reprieve. 

Another petulant whine escapes, and Rumi’s face burns with a soft heat as she leans into Mira’s embrace. She struggles through the heady buzz in her head and the indulgent fog slowly wrapping around the rest of her body. She doesn’t even notice the anxious buzzing of her soul dim to a tiny speck, unaware of the way it shifts before it falls in line with her growing arousal. 

“I want… hah… want you to touch me. I can’t—“ Desperation paints Rumi’s face as she surges forward, nuzzling into Mira’s collar. Warmth seeps into her cheeks as Mira’s hands slide under the hem of her shirt, squeaking at the slow drag of fingernails scraping against her stomach. A loud whimper tumbles out of Rumi as her tail tightens around Mira’s leg, squeezing once as she buries her face into the crook of Mira’s neck. God, that feels so good. 

Like thunder, the energy humming at Rumi’s chest claps through her body, stronger now that she’s so close to one third of her soul. It should make her agitated, it should make her growl and huff in frustration—but all she can focus on right now is Mira, Mira, Mira. 

Hot breath ghosts along Rumi’s jaw, her chin, further down to the hollow of her throat. A shiver races down her spine as Mira’s lips blaze a trail in its wake. “Where, Rumi. Here?” Warm fingertips graze the curve of Rumi’s waist, smooth until Mira reaches the junction of soft skin and tail. “Or here?” 

A gasping, wrecked moan is pulled out of Rumi as Mira wraps her fingers around Rumi’s tail, stroking the base slowly, slowly, slowly. She’s so sensitive and fuck, Mira’s hand feels so good there—caressing and tugging and squeezing with a feather-light touch. That buzzing ripples up Rumi’s spine until it’s knocking at the back of her skull, insistent pleasure washing over her in mind numbing waves. 

“Nghhh… M-Mira!” Rumi’s eyes threaten to roll to the back of her head, shuddering into a tremble as she takes in that near-overwhelming feeling. 

“I’m waiting for an answer, Rumi.” A click of a tongue, it sounds so loud and condescending against the quiet punctuated by the wanton noises slipping out of Rumi. It makes Rumi burn with want, makes her whimper like a pathetic and needy little thing. 

“Y-Yes! There, there—both!” 

“Greedy girl.” Mira’s voice is rich with smugness as she laughs a breathless little sound against the center of Rumi’s throat. “Sensitive?” 

To which Rumi can only nod and whimper into Mira’s chest. She shudders and gasps as Mira keeps on touching her tail, her mind scrambling into a million pieces the longer it goes on. “F-Feels good though… hah…” 

“Yeah?” A peek of pink darts out as Mira wets her lips, smirking as the desperate sounds of her lover whet her appetite. Darkness grows and expands in her gaze as she watches Rumi, captivated by the new sensitivity of Rumi’s tail coming into play. “You wanna keep going? Or is it too much?” 

Quietly, Rumi squirms. She feels hot in the face as she pants roughly, her chest heaving for air as she feels every bit of sensation wash over her body. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts, sluggish as she reaches for the pieces of her mind. 

The silence lingers, long enough for Mira to blink and loosen her posture, easing into a gentleness catered to Rumi’s comfort. Her hand retreats, curling around Rumi’s hip in a supportive gesture, her grip holding firm as if to anchor her lover. 

“You’re not all here, Rumi. What’s going on, pretty girl?” Mira speaks softly, cooing sweet enough to make Rumi whimper and nuzzle further into her lover’s collar. Another moment of silence passes by, interrupted by the occasional whimper coming from Rumi. Slender fingers relocate to Rumi’s crown and the small of her back, stroking silky purple strands and simply holding Rumi. “Do you need an anchor? Is that what it is, Rumi?” 

And Rumi nods wordlessly, her tail uncoiling from Mira’s thigh so it can sway side to side, snapping out behind her in a rhythm of sway, sway, snap. 

“Give me a color, baby. Let me take care of you.” Her hand brushes Rumi’s hair back, tucking a stray strand of purple behind Rumi’s ear with a tenderness that makes Rumi’s lashes flutter. 

“Green… please, Mira. I-I want it… want you to touch me.” Breathless is Rumi’s answer, and the urgency laced in her tone has Mira’s eyes dilating, a soft exhale escaping her parted lips before she nods. 

Tension coils in the air after Rumi’s pleading, and Mira lets it sit, letting it simmer as she draws out the silence between them. Her hand rises to cup Rumi’s jaw, the pad of her thumb brushing along the swell of Rumi’s bottom lip in a slow, sensual motion. Their eyes lock together, dark pools of hunger and want reflecting in the other. Mira taps the pad of her thumb against the center of Rumi’s lips, a pleased smile cracking the stoic facade as Rumi obeys the silent command and takes Mira’s thumb into her mouth. 

“Good girl.” The praise uncoils from Mira’s lips as a reward, thick and heady as it registers along Rumi’s senses. She lets out a long moan, her tone breathy as the warmth of that praise blooms in her belly, igniting the embers of her desire like a match thrown into a puddle of gasoline. 

Scorching flames soar as Rumi’s arousal grows, licking at her insides eagerly. Molten heat pools to her belly, further down to the space between her legs, gathering there until the pressure coils tighter and tighter, unbearable as Mira makes her wait. 

She suckles on Mira’s thumb slowly, cheeks hollowing at the gesture, the tip of her tongue tracing the digit in slow, reverent flicks. 

When Mira’s thumb retreats only to be replaced with her forefinger and middle finger, Rumi whines at the sensation of Mira’s fingers entering her mouth, shivering at the feeling of having her mouth full. Heady fog fills the space of her mind, smothering everything else until the sensation of Mira’s fingers in her mouth is the only thing she can focus on. 

Anxiety slips away, the excess buzzing slips away, every negative emotion slipping from her shoulders like a gentle cleanse. 

She takes those two fingers into her mouth, her lips closing around the girth of two digits, kissing the gentle slope of Mira’s knuckles. Drool pools in her mouth, slipping out the corner of her lips as Mira presses down on her tongue, stroking slowly as if coaxing out Rumi’s pleasure. Her fangs are caressed gently, gums and elongated canines alike, and the sensitivity there feels like a pleasant tingle across her skull. 

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” Mira coos. 

Lightning caresses the back of her skull, buzzing in a way that only feels good, good, good. 

Rumi’s eyes droop to a half-lidded state as Mira keeps her mouth full, pinning her in place with her dark, hungry gaze. Like prey standing before a predator. The arousal in Rum’s belly lurches, swooping with insistent want. 

Striding forward, Mira pins Rumi against the kitchen counter, her thigh sliding in between Rumi’s. Direct pressure against her core has Rumi whimpering and weak, and if it weren’t for Mira holding her up, Rumi is sure she would be buckling to the floor right now. Instead, she lets her weight be sustained between two solid surfaces and moans against Mira’s fingers, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure jolts up her spine. 

Mira’s free hand slides down her lower back, wrapping around Rumi’s tail before resuming that sensual stroking. It immediately garners a choked moan from Rumi, a series of whiny noises spilling out of her occupied mouth with every stroke and squeeze Mira is doing to her sensitive tail. Those little jolts of pleasure turn into lances of lightning, ecstasy zipping up her spine like fierce thunderclaps. 

“Mhmmpm… nghhh!” Rumi squirms in place, drooling and panting at the new wave of stimulation. 

“Grind down, pretty girl. I want you to use my thigh to get off.” Mira’s husky voice swirls in the slim space between them, her tone a sensual tint to the tension coiling around them. It’s heady and thick, and Rumi whimpers around Mira’s fingers as her panties grow damp, surely soaked with how wet and aching her cunt is right now. “I wanna see you come with just my fingers in your mouth. And my hand on your tail. Can you do that for me, baby?” 

“M-Mhmp!” Whimpering softly, Rumi can only nod as her hips begin to jerk, a stuttering pace before half-rolls become fluid grinding. Every pump of Mira’s hand on her tail feels good, and every drag of blunt fingernails along the junction of her lower back feels like an electric shock straight to her spine. The buzzing in her chest shifts until it’s a pleasant buzzing at the back of her head, pleasure dancing on her senses until it’s all she can focus on. 

“That’s it, baby. Keep grinding down on me.” Mira hums as she continues speaking, captivating Rumi’s attention and keeping it on her. Her smirk is so attractive, and the hunger glinting in her dark eyes makes Rumi squirm under all that undivided attention. Her pussy clenches around nothing, reminding her of how worked up she’s gotten so quickly in a short amount of time. “You look so pretty drooling on my fingers.” 

The praise feels good too, all warm and fuzzy as it sinks into her chest. Rumi whines as more drool leaks out the corner of her mouth, lost in the pleasure that wraps around her like a thick blanket. 

Mira’s fingers continue to stroke Rumi’s tongue, fucking her mouth in leisurely thrusts, filling her head with the fuzzy pleasure of being full. It’s nice, and it feels good not having to think about anything other than Mira filling her mouth up and touching her tail. Nothing but those strong hands and slender fingers touching her and filling her up, keeping her nice and full. Huh… maybe she’s got an oral fixation… and a hand kink too. 

She’s so wet, utterly drenched by now from all the sensual touching. Her panties are definitely ruined, soaked by how aroused she is. Rumi whines and whimpers, yet her hips continue to grind down on Mira’s thigh, jerking every time her swollen clit grazes the firm surface that Mira provides. The squeeze of Mira’s hand on her tail makes Rumi shudder, the petting of her extra limb transmits a flood of shocking pleasure right up her spine, traveling all the way up to her skull in a slow-moving wave, and Rumi can’t help the lewd noises spilling out of her parted lips as she feels each and every single undulation of that wave. 

Mira provides an excellent distraction; Rumi can barely feel the aching buzz in her chest, too focused on the unbearable ache between her legs instead. She moans around Mira’s fingers, flushing red hot as she spies saliva dripping down the graceful curve of Mira’s wrist. But she can’t stop the way her hips are rolling, grinding down on Mira’s thigh again and again. It feels so good—the pressure against her clothed cunt, that delicious friction on her swollen clit against the thin barrier of her panties and shorts and Mira’s firm thigh—flooding her mind with unrelenting pleasure. 

“Are you close, baby?” Mira asks as she watches Rumi, grinning at the way Rumi’s desperation grows with every roll of her hips. Satisfaction unfurls in her gaze, pleased by the way she’s able to make her lover feel this good, overjoyed by the implicit trust Rumi hands over to her. 

Rumi nods, her cry of pleasure muffled by Mira’s fingers occupying her mouth at the moment. She shivers as Mira keeps on stroking her tongue, playing with the tips of her fangs, rubbing at the sensitive gum of her canines. It’s a little weird but the sensation itself makes Rumi melt into a puddle. Who knew it would feel this good having fingers in her mouth? 

“Come for me, Rumi. I wanna see you make a mess. Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?” Mira’s smile turns sharp as her eyes glint with hunger, dark and shiny like stars illuminating a night sky. Having that gaze pinned on her makes Rumi whine, makes her shudder from all the attention—yet she adores it, moaning at the filth casually slipping out of Mira. 

“Mm… mhphm! Y-Yes!” It’s hard to talk, but the way Mira’s eyes light up in response is good enough for Rumi. Her walls clench hard at the unspoken praise. She’s whining loudly as a fresh wave of wetness leaks out of her needy pussy. 

Her hips keep rolling, grinding her way to a peak of pleasure that rends Rumi in half. A loud moan is muffled on Mira’s fingers, her back arching as her orgasm snaps her consciousness clean in two. White-hot pleasure blankets her senses, smothering it in pure euphoria. Mira’s hand keeps on stroking her tail, tugging roughly on occasion, and that sinful mouth supplies Rumi with a plethora of filthy praises, sending Rumi tumbling off the edge with a ripping cry that echoes through the kitchen despite being gagged. 

Another wave of white-hot pleasure erupts in her belly, molten arousal blooming throughout her body as Mira grinds her thigh into Rumi, rubbing against her crotch with delectable pressure, trying to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible. Her walls clench around nothing, but the friction on her clit feels incredible, making Rumi’s eyes water from the intensity of her pleasure. She closes her eyes and surrenders to the lure of another orgasm, melting into the euphoria that rushes through every inch of her body. 

“Good girl. You’re so pretty like this… falling apart for me.” Mira hums as she presses a kiss to Rumi’s throat, her lips curving into a smile as she feels the hummingbird pulse of her lover against her mouth. “You deserve it all, pretty girl. I love the way you’re soaking your panties. I can’t wait to peel them off of you and see how wet you are for me.” 

A grunt leaves Rumi as she drifts down from her high, whimpering as she drags her fangs along the length of Mira’s fingers. It’s a subtle sign but Mira relents, slowly pulling her fingers free of Rumi’s mouth. The string of saliva that clings to her digits makes Rumi flush red, her ears burning a dark shade of crimson as she stares at her lover’s wet hand. 

“Are you with me now, pretty girl?” Mira asks softly, affection curling her words as she leans forward to kiss Rumi on the nose. There’s sweetness in her gaze, and Rumi tucks her chin to her chest, grinning bashfully at the way Mira is looking at her. The buzzing has abated, a flood of adoration and warmth replacing the anxiety in her body as she basks under Mira’s attention. 

“Mhm, yeah.” Rumi’s voice is raspy from exertion, yet the affection she feels for Mira breaks through, warming her words as she all but sinks into Mira’s embrace. “Good—that felt really good. Thank you.” 

“Whatever it is, I’m glad to be able to help.” It’s a murmur against Rumi’s temple as Mira draws her in, wrapping her up in a strong and secure embrace. It keeps the buzzing at bay, and Rumi sighs happily, pliant under Mira’s watch. Her tail, of course, winds its way around Mira’s thigh once more, as if hugging her too. 

// 

The thing about restless energy is that after Rumi finds a way to exert herself, there comes a period of calm. It’s peaceful, and Rumi grows pliant as sensations go dull around her heightened senses. 

But then it builds slowly, steadily like the tick tick tick of a climbing rollercoaster. It’s as glacially slow as it is invisible, an iceberg bobbing innocently on the surface, its enormous shape hidden beneath the water—until the floor drops from under Rumi’s feet and that rollercoaster slams her right into the thick of it, the excess energy full to the top of the meter before it’s crashing down on her all over again. 

A snarl sings in the air as Rumi paces back and forth in the space between the kitchen area and the open space of the living room. The nubs at her forehead have protruded into curved horns, smooth keratin arching in a spike that would be perceived as cool if Rumi weren’t losing her goddamn mind right now. Sweat beads at her temple, highlighting the erratic pulsing violet color of her patterns. Fuschia and red and orange meld into a hot strobe of irritating emotion, the colors so vibrant that Rumi jerks to a halt in her stride to look at her arms with concern. 

Claws come up to clutch at her head, sharp and jagged as she squeezes at her head, as if she would squash the ache building and resonating in her skull. She hasn’t seen her hands transform like this in a while, not since the stressful events of the Idol Awards. A deep violet-purple coloring coats the skin from the tips of her claw down to the midway point of her forearms, where it fades to Rumi’s natural skin color. Her patterns pulse with that same pink-violet shine, rapid like her heart beating against her chest, agonized by the shuddering whine of her own soul. 

Rumi grits her teeth, mashing her fangs together as she groans and bemoans the frustrating energy that aches within her core. Her skin buzzes uncomfortably, like lightning arcing through her veins, swimming under the surface of her skin in electrifying currents. It stings unpleasantly, makes her feel hot all over like a tiny sun has settled into the depths of her chest, scorching and roiling in between the bars of her ribcage, which doesn’t help the way she feels overwhelmed in every possible aspect. 

Even her tail swishes back and forth with a manic energy, the extra limb nearly slapping at everything she passes. It’s so sensitive too, so any touch that grazes along the skin of her tail has Rumi bristling in annoyance. It’s another layer that adds to the bucket of stimulation—damn near overflowing by now—and Rumi’s chest vibrates with the frequency of her near-constant growling and rumbling and under the breath muttering. 

“Rumi?” 

“Are you…?” 

Zoey and Mira are perched beside the kitchen island, their body language alert and on guard, pensive expressions unfurled across their faces like they wanna leap into action, but still unsure of exactly how to help Rumi without setting her off. Every step taken towards their partner is met with a warning growl and a vibrant golden glare, a feral aspect glinting in Rumi’s eyes as she continues pacing back and forth. It keeps Zoey and Mira at bay, an agonizing thought that prickles at their sense of helplessness. 

“What’s going on, Zo?” Mira murmurs in a hushed voice, but Rumi clocks the sound with her heightened senses, the snap of her head towards them an obvious indicator. Yet Rumi’s eyes skip over them entirely to screw shut as another sad whine, another growl escapes her lips. 

“I think… I think she’s overstimulated. This looks—it looks familiar. She told me about it once! We um… we fucked it away, hehe—but wait, that’s not the point here! Yeah, I think Rumi is feeling really overwhelmed right now!” Zoey babbles as she twists her hands together, wringing them subconsciously as she keeps her worried gaze on Rumi’s pacing figure. 

With a soft hum, Mira reaches for Zoey’s hand, sliding her fingers along Zoey’s so that her girlfriend has something to interact with instead. “How do we help her? I mean, she looks like she’s in pain. Doesn’t she?” 

Concern lilts Mira’s voice and Zoey would coo at how adorable Mira looks right now with her furrowed brows and the frowning pout on her lips. But wait—Rumi, yes, they should be helping Rumi. 

Zoey nods to herself as she stares at Rumi, startling herself when her chin bumps against the soft padding of her headphones. Oh, hey… wait a second—“I got an idea!” 

“Just the one?” Mira’s husky voice dips into a little tease as she raises a brow, effortlessly eliciting a shrill giggling out of Zoey. 

“Well, more like 57 but this is number one, baby!” Zoey grabs her headphones and places them in Mira’s hand. She tugs Mira down until she can whisper her plan in her ear, her lips moving quickly like a spitfire rap. Then Zoey’s giggling as she darts off towards her room. “Be right back! Get Rumi, will ya!” 

A blur of motion spins her vision. By the time Mira’s able to get closer to Rumi—with lots of petulant chuffing and huffing, mind you—Zoey re-emerges with a thick blanket and a blindfold. Mira stares for a second before shaking her head—better not to ask questions now. Their focus is on Rumi. 

“Hey, babe. How are you feeling right now?” Zoey coos as she takes a step closer to the both of them. 

“Hurts… too loud…” Rumi grunts and whines, trembling gently as she fidgets at an arm's length from the pair. Her claws grip her biceps, kneading before releasing and repeating. 

Mira hovers close by, trying not to crowd but also wanting to provide comfort. A frown tugs at the corner of her lips as she clocks the way Rumi fidgets, her heart aching at the discomfort that visibly lingers on her lover’s face. 

“I think we can help you, unnie. Do you trust us?” Zoey’s crooked grin is hard to say no to, and Mira finds herself nodding along as well, relief blooming when Rumi answers with a shaky, “Y-Yeah, of course I do.” 

“Okay, we’re going to try a little sensory deprivation.” Mira corrals them to the couch first before she takes the blanket that Zoey brought. It’s a solid dark blue background with a pattern of yellow-brown teddy bears and white flowers stamped all over, invoking a warm and comforting feeling as soon as Rumi lays her eyes on it. Her lips crack into a smile upon seeing the teddy bears, weak against her favorite type of plush. 

“Sensory deprivation?” Rumi cocks her head to the side, curiosity flickering across her face as her tail worms its way across the leather before coiling around Mira’s knee. 

Quiet surprise flashes through Mira as she glances down, the corner of her mouth twitching into a pleased smile when she realizes that Rumi’s doing this subconsciously, seeking comfort from her without even thinking about it. It pleases something greatly in Mira’s chest, making her feel giddy and warm as she watches Rumi’s tail coil further around her thigh. To be a source of comfort for her lover—oh, she could just melt right now. It’s something that Mira takes pride in, something that she treasures whenever her girls confide in her. 

“Yes! You’re overstimulated, Rumi! It’s hard not to clock when you’re all growl-y and bite-y. Which is hot, by the way—I mean, yes! Totally hot, but you also look like you’re in pain soooo—not so hot.” Zoey gestures to the items she brought before she can dive into another tangent. “The headphones! And the blindfold—put them on, unnie. I promise it’ll feel nice!” 

With a huff of amusement, Rumi stays seated as Zoey drapes the blanket over her shoulders, thick and soft as it curls around her like a firm hug. Rumi’s spine loosens unknowingly as she basks in the easy comfort. 

“Okay, good, your back is already un-shrimping. See! I told you this would work!” Zoey giggles as she runs a palm down Rumi’s back, her touch light over the blanket. 

The blindfold and headphones go on next, and with them properly on, Rumi’s worldview narrows drastically. Darkness envelops her vision, but the fabric of the blindfold holds Rumi with a softness that she doesn’t expect. Quiet surrounds her hearing, and even through the noise-canceling feature of Zoey’s headphones, Rumi can still hear a smidge with her heightened senses. 

The soul bond remains, allowing Rumi to hear the rhythmic thump thump thump of Mira’s and Zoey’s heartbeats. She can hear their soft breaths, the easy inhale and gentle exhale that accompanies every beat. The hum of their resonating souls is soothing with nothing else to block it. 

It’s… nice. 

It’s so much nicer rather than hearing every sound in existence fighting for limited space inside Rumi’s head. 

Tension drains from Rumi’s body slowly, like a drip feed opening up into a babbling brook, and she sighs in deep relief as the familiar presence of Mira and Zoey flank both of her sides. Their warm weight is grounding, a pleasant touch now that her senses have been reduced to something much more bearable.  

Slowly, that desperate energy drains to a dull spark, fading from Rumi’s body like it’s being leached out of her. Curving horns recede back from her forehead until they’re small little arcs, her claws too, no longer sharp and menacing but still present. The unbearable ache at her gums has disappeared, fangs lessening to a somewhat normal size set of canines. 

Even in total darkness, Rumi can feel Mira’s and Zoey’s souls; she can see the iridescent colors of the Honmoon coalescing in the centers of their chests, pulsing in a rhythm that matches Rumi’s own heartbeat. It goes thump thump thump, a steady beat that Rumi could find anywhere in the world, a lifeline that she would follow blindly, faithfully, inevitably. Alongside their heartbeats, Rumi catches the sound of their breathing; the soft inhale of air through nostrils, the steady exhale ghosting along their lips, the warm brush of it against her cheek and collar. 

Calm swells in her chest, a cool stability that eases the antsy energy lingering in the small spaces of Rumi’s body. A hand settles on the back of her head, another at her left knee, one more palm landing on the curve of her inner thigh. They caress her gently, soothing little repetitive motions that make Rumi wanna melt into Mira’s and Zoey’s embrace. Mira closes in on her left, her temple resting against Rumi’s face, lightly touching one of her horns. Zoey rests her head on Rumi’s right shoulder, nuzzling quietly, and every content sigh that leaves her lips fills Rumi’s heart with a tingle of joy. 

Without the world ringing in her head, Rumi feels their touch on a deeper level. Every brush of skin, every gentle caress feels like the touch of the sun on her body. Warm and delightful, pure sensation lighting up Rumi’s brain in a benign manner. 

This feels good, it feels nice, it’s so much better than the buzzing that creeps up on her in overwhelming waves. Rumi sighs and settles in her seat, focusing on her girls’ heartbeats and breathing, enjoying the way they are the most prominent sources of stimulation for her in this state. 

It’s inevitable the way pressure settles in her belly, inevitable with the way Rumi is the center of Mira’s and Zoey’s attention. Arousal is a sneaky swoop in Rumi’s core the longer they sit there cuddling. Her breathing hitches every now and then when their hands brush a little too high on her inner thighs, when their touch invokes a path of lingering warmth that is hard to shake off. Rumi’s tail twitches before it starts swaying in place, inadvertently dragging against Mira’s shin while the end of it remains coiled around Mira’s knee. Her own thighs brush together, squeezing slowly in an attempt to relieve the slow, throbbing pressure at her core. 

Oh, god, she doesn’t want to turn this innocent thing into something selfish and self-centered… but Rumi can’t help the way this feels so nice. Being touched gently, hearing and feeling Mira and Zoey in an intimate, soul-bearing manner—Rumi bites down on her bottom lip, stifling a noise that wants to crawl out of her throat. A noise of want, a noise that shines light on the greedy nature of her desire. She wants them to touch her, wants them to ravage her until she’s pliant and ruined beyond thought. 

But no—she can be good. This isn’t the time nor place for that. 

So Rumi breathes in deeply, exhales gently, trying to calm herself as the want thrumming through her veins battles against her will. 

Of course, the signs of Rumi’s inner conflict are noticed by none other than Mira. 

Everyone has a habit, little characteristics that make them unique. Rumi and Zoey have some, and Mira knows every little tidbit, has them notated inside her mental catalogue of her lovers. Likes and dislikes, preferences and traits that Mira can easily locate in her super big compartment dedicated to her partners in the vault of her mind. 

It’s just the type of person she is—every little bit of knowledge about her loved ones is tucked away, secure against her chest, closest to her beating heart. Alright, maybe that was a little cheesy like the grilled cheese loaded burrito Zoey was trying to convince her to try the other night but anyway— 

Keen eyes quietly take in Rumi’s state, checking in on her as worry churns within Mira. But the peculiar flush sitting on Rumi’s cheeks has Mira pausing, and the subtle shifting of Rumi’s thighs pings a memory of a moment that would precede late, intimate nights spent together. 

She observes Rumi a little more, quietly confirming the signs of her lover being worked up—inadvertently, yes, but worked up all the same. The tail wiggling against her shin is the last nail in the coffin, so to speak, because Rumi’s tail got a little frisky the last time she was horny. It’s not hard to spot a familiar pattern now that she knows what she’s looking for—pun intended. The corner of Mira’s lips tug upward into a little smile. 

What an interesting development. 

She’ll have to talk to Zoey about this. They might be able to help Rumi with her overstimulated problem in another way. Hell, knowing Zoey, it’s probably at least one of the 57 ideas on her list of solutions. 

// 

Mira tries to figure out a way to bring it up—the thing she noticed with Rumi the other day—the thing where she noticed Rumi being turned on while snuggled in a blanket and flanked by her and Zoey. She also noticed the high level of restraint Rumi exhibited; a pang of sympathy rolled through Mira when she noted how Rumi tried not to reach out, tried not to turn an innocent cuddle session into something more. Mira has no problem doing that, but she could see how it was a moment that needed to stay in that lane for Rumi. 

The overstimulated situation was a whole thing that needed to stay in that bubble, regardless of how open to change Mira was—still is, in fact—it all depended on Rumi. 

So here she is, lounging on their couch, trying to figure out a way to smoothly tell Rumi that there was a whole world of BDSM-related concepts they could try out that played parallel to that sensory-deprived cuddle session. Smoothly though. Mira’s lips turn downward into a small frown as she wracks her brain for a seamless segue. 

Hey, Rumi. Wanna get your brains fucked out? No, no, nooooo. That’s way too blunt. Mira grumbles as she shifts her legs, crossing one over her knee as she rubs at her chin absentmindedly. 

Hey, Rumi! You wanna get tied up into next Sunday? Oh, god, noooo! Mira wheezes this time, a bark of laughter tickling her throat when she realizes all these silly lines sound better with Zoey’s voice saying it in her head. She can see imaginary Zoey wiggling her eyebrows at her in her mind. 

A small bundle of red rope sits in Mira’s palm, the material the finest that money can buy. These are one of the many things she splurges on for her girls. Her thumb runs over the length in a gentle manner, feeling each fiber comfortably until she’s familiar with the texture and the strength of the material. 

A soft sigh escapes Mira as she admires the rope. Maybe she should just be honest and upfront. That’s never failed her before. 

As if sensing her dilemma, footsteps pad into the living area. It’s now or never, Mira muses as she glances over her shoulder to see her girls walk in. A smile automatically graces her lips when Rumi and Zoey come into her line of sight. “Good morning.” 

“Morning, Mira.” Rumi smiles as she pads closer, a slow gait compared to Zoey’s energetic skip and hop-vault over the couch. 

“It’s a great morning!” Zoey screeches as she flops onto the couch, making Mira bounce from the impact. She giggles and bulldozes into Mira’s side, stealing a kiss before her eyes widen once they catch a glimpse of what’s in Mira’s hand. Curiosity and intrigue twinkle in Zoey’s eyes, an undertone of excitement that fails in all its subtlety. “Ohhh, are you gonna ask her?” 

“Ask me what?” Rumi says as she rounds the couch and sinks into Mira’s other side. She gets a kiss too—only to freeze when she sees the bundle of rope lying in Mira’s hand. “What, uh… what’s that?” 

The tiny squeak coming from Rumi makes Mira snort with amusement. It’s the perfect ice breaker, actually, and Mira eases back into the couch as her girls lean in closer, drawn to the gravity of each other. 

“This is rope, babe. Specifically for tying someone up.” Mira watches the way Rumi’s gaze is fixed on the rope, her brow rising at the way she appears captivated by it. Huh, maybe this will be easier than I thought, Mira thinks as she watches Rumi for another moment. She feels Zoey curling into her side, sighing happily at the impromptu cuddle session. 

“You still with me, Ru?” 

“Y-Yes.” Rumi fidgets but nods along quickly. A blush has started dusting her cheeks; her fingers fidget a little too but nothing extreme like before. 

“How do you feel about us tying you up?” Mira begins with a soft tone, gentle and warm and patient as she offers up the idea. “Less control in your hands, more control over your body. It might seem contradictory but…” Mira tilts her head to the side as she wraps her fingers around Rumi’s wrist, softly tugging until Rumi’s fingers are touching the rope. “Who knows—you might like the feeling of being restrained. Here. Feel this and imagine it.” 

With an encouraging nod from Mira and an enthusiastic smile from Zoey, Rumi brushes her fingertips along the red rope, taking in the silky material, the coarse fibers, and the duality of the combined texture on her skin. She shivers at the thought of it wrapped around her body, shuddering at the thought of it being firm enough to hold her down, to hold her together. Suddenly, it sounds a lot more appealing. She can see what Mira was aiming for with her proposal. 

“And… you would tie me up?” Rumi licks her lips slowly as her gaze flicks between Mira and Zoey, her eyes drooping half-lidded as her thoughts pitch into the direction of… erotic thoughts. Pressure begins to coil in her belly, and Rumi exhales quietly as she imagines Mira and Zoey touching her while she’s bound and at their mercy. It’s… it definitely sounds appealing now. “You two would touch me?” 

Mira swallows thickly as she feels the air shift with the growing tension between them. The point of contact between the three of them springs to the forefront of her mind, now making her hyper-aware of the warmth of their skin and the weight of their bodies pressing into her. She carries on though, spurred on by the signs of arousal Rumi is projecting, by the shuddering sigh of Zoey against her side. 

“I was thinking we could mirror the scenario the other day and have you blindfolded again, put those headphones on while you’re tied up. That way, all you can feel is us. Nothing else—just us.” 

And Mira can practically smell the victory of her proposal when Rumi all but shivers visibly, her lips curling into a triumphant grin when Rumi blinks her eyes open and a golden light greets her and Zoey. A slight upward curl of soft lips reveal the sharp glint of fangs as well—which doesn’t go unnoticed by the two hunters with front row seats to the display. 

To provoke such a visceral response from Rumi makes Mira preen, makes her feel special and smug with the way Rumi feels so flustered and aroused that her natural instincts have surfaced as a reaction. 

“Oh, we are sooo doing that,” Zoey chimes in with her chin hooked on Mira’s shoulder. They both stare at the iridescent shimmer along Rumi’s skin, another telltale sign of the deep emotion rolling through their lover. “I think Rumi likes your idea a lot.” 

Mira chuckles as she reaches a hand down to squeeze at Zoey’s thigh. Patience, Zo. “Well, Rumi? What do you think?” 

“I think,” Rumi hums softly, low and sultry enough to have Mira shiver at how good that sounds. “That sounds like a lovely day spent in bed.” 

An electric jolt zips through Mira, her throat going dry at the thought of staying in bed just to play. Her stomach is swooping in delight, her arousal coiling effortlessly at the mental image being provoked. She clears her throat and goes for an easy and nonchalant smirk. “Eager, are we?” 

Zoey giggles beside Mira; a mischievous, “I saw that, Mira!” gets her a poke in the side. 

“You have no idea.” In a move that surprises them, Rumi pushes forward until Mira is on her back, lying on top of her before she pulls Zoey on top of herself in an easy display of strength. The yelp that Zoey lets out from being manhandled out of nowhere makes Rumi laugh. “I think it’ll help. A lot. With the whole overstimulated thing happening recently.” 

And Mira softens at the little furrow beginning to knot at Rumi’s brows. Instinctively, her hand comes up to brush Rumi’s hair back, petting her crown as Rumi gets comfortable on top of her. 

“Yay!!! Rumi sandwich!” Zoey wiggles until they’re all comfortable, giggling softly at the exaggerated groans before she settles. She joins in on caressing Rumi’s hair, making sure to occasionally scratch at Rumi’s scalp with her blunt fingernails, knowing that their lover enjoys the grounding sensation of their deliberately slow touches. “Don’t worry, unnie. I think this is a good idea too—a hot one, hehe—but! I think we can totally help calm your body down.” She nuzzles into the back of Rumi’s hair, sighing pleasantly into silky purple strands. 

“Thank you,” Rumi murmurs softly as she closes her eyes and tucks her head under Mira’s chin, sighing happily at the warm weight of Zoey’s body pressing down on her. She doesn’t see the way Mira and Zoey’s faces soften, their gazes full of adoration for her as she melts in between them. 

All this physical contact between the three of them still feels new at times—after all the years of maintained distance, yeah, it definitely does feel like that on some days. Which makes it all the more special when Rumi is the one to initiate contact between them. Mira’s smile softens as she feels Rumi nuzzle into her chest, rubbing her cheek against the fabric of Mira’s shirt like a sleepy, affectionate cat. She shares a glance with Zoey, silently laughing at the glistening big brown eyes and the uncontrollable joy written all over Zoey’s face, and knows that it’s a mirror of her own face. 

// 

Crimson is the color of the rope that sits at the foot of the bed; it’s the color that blooms across Rumi’s cheeks, rich and vibrant as her patterns dance along the surface of her skin. Iridescent colors pulse in time to her heartbeat, slowly picking up speed as she stares at the bundle, aware of her growing arousal pooling to the space between her legs. 

“Relax, pretty girl. We’ll make sure you feel good.” Slender fingers curl around Rumi’s shoulder, and the short bite of blunt fingernails on her skin sends a pleasant shiver down her spine. Mira follows up with a chaste kiss on the curve of her shoulder, lingering when the jagged curl of a pattern lights up gold against her lips. Mira smiles into her shoulder, and Rumi loosens as she takes in the sight, her heart squeezing itself with affection as she sees that smile twinkling in the warm brown pools of Mira’s eyes. 

“And you can stop anytime, unnie. Say ‘red’ and we’ll come to a full stop.” Zoey joins in on Rumi’s other side, her fingertips caressing the length of Rumi’s arm with a featherlight touch. It’s an intentionally slow gesture, and Rumi has to fight back the whine trying to crawl out of her throat that wants to beg for more. Zoey teases with a playfulness that imbues Rumi with confidence, always waiting for her to reciprocate on her own terms. It’s touching and endearing, and Rumi feels her own arousal pulsing in her gut, the urge to give chase to those touches rising with an urgency. 

“Anytime? I don’t want to stop with you two. But yeah, I get it,” Rumi murmurs as she lifts her left hand to chase after Zoey’s, turning so that her palm slides against Zoey’s. She clasps her lover’s hand and squeezes, melting at the beaming smile that Zoey returns. 

The buzzing grows in Rumi’s chest, a rapid thrumming that outpaces her quickening heartbeat. Yet with Mira and Zoey at her side, caressing her skin and kissing her patterns, it’s a little easier to deal with alone. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you comfortable first,” Mira says as she tugs off her clothes, the other two following suit before articles of clothing go flying all over the bedroom. 

Coolness brushes against Rumi’s flushed skin now that they’re all naked. There’s no self-consciousness rising; it’s hard to with how long they’ve been living and training together. Rumi takes a moment to admire Mira and Zoey, in awe of their figures, stunned by their wonderful curves. She wakes up everyday to these two beautiful women and yeah, she’s not taking that for granted ever. 

“You’re going to catch flies in your mouth like that, unnie.” It’s Zoey that giggles softly before she closes the distance between them, her arms coming up to wrap around Rumi’s shoulders as she presses their chests flush together. Soft, soft skin and warm breasts register in Rumi’s mind, effectively cutting off any other coherent thought. 

“Yeah?” Rumi licks her lips, stifling a smirk as she catches the way Zoey’s eyes are drawn to the gesture. “What are you gonna do about it?” 

The words spark a challenge in Zoey’s eyes, bright and glimmering with the embers of arousal before she surges forward, closing the distance between their faces to drag Rumi into a kiss. It’s soft at first before the passion settles, fueling their mouths with an eagerness that spurs the arousal coiling in their bellies. Zoey kisses with a playfulness that makes Rumi’s brain go loopy; she teases with a bite to her bottom lip before suckling on it slowly, laughing breathlessly at the way Rumi’s eyes dilate and grow a shade darker with want. 

With a ragged breath, Rumi tips her head back, giving Zoey an opportunity that she seizes immediately. Zoey’s mouth descends on Rumi’s jaw, on her throat, kissing and biting and marking until Rumi is sure her brain is going to melt out her ears. 

Soft footsteps pad closer until Mira joins the fold as well, her hands roaming Zoey’s hip and Rumi’s thigh as she embraces the both of them. 

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered, unnie.” And Mira’s use of the honorific has Rumi’s brain stuttering, arousal punching her in the gut as she registers the husky lilt of her lover’s voice. “Isn’t that right, Zo?” 

“Mhmm!” Zoey lets out an enthusiastic hum as she drags her tongue along the length of Rumi’s collarbone. It’s sensual and intimate and Rumi whines loudly as Zoey begins to sink her teeth into her sensitive skin. 

A chuckle leaves Mira before she leans in, eager to join the pair. She captures Rumi’s lips with her own, kissing Rumi with a sureness that makes Rumi tremble, making her weak against the notion of being wanted so much. She grants Mira access when the tip of her tongue slides against the seam of her lips, whining at the way Mira licks into her mouth and devours every inch of her like she’s starving. Kissing Mira feels like being swept off her feet, and Rumi moans into Mira’s mouth, shivering at how much she likes the idea of that feeling—of relinquishing control, of handing the reins over to her lover. 

Warm palms roam her sides and hips, leaving Rumi feeling like a helpless puddle as her lovers have their way with her. She likes the idea of that so much. Slowly, she is guided closer to the bed, closer until the back of her knees bump into the bedframe and she’s wordlessly prompted to take a seat. Mira and Zoey alternate between kissing her while guiding her backwards, and Rumi’s head is spinning with pleasure by the time she reaches the middle of the bed. Her head is dizzy with being touched all over, pliant to her lovers’ greedy hands and mouths. To be treated like this, to be touched and kissed all over—god, she loves this so much. 

“Sit up with your hands behind your back, pretty girl. And give me a color.” Mira’s husky voice sends a shudder up Rumi’s spine, a needy whine escaping her as she complies with the instruction. Hearing Mira slip into her dominant role has her arousal aching in her lower belly, her walls clenching around nothing as Mira directs her as she pleases. 

And Rumi loves it; she relaxes at the command, her body automatically falling in line as her mind goes quiet, sinking into submission knowing that Mira and Zoey will catch her. 

Always. 

Her trust in them winds around her like a sturdy safety net, a glimpse of it present in a slow sweep of a heavy gaze, a delicate brush of a hand along her curves, lingering as they check in every so often. 

“Green… hah, green.” Rumi pants softly, letting her chest heave for air as she holds her arms behind her back, sitting as soon as the order comes through.  

“Good girl.” Mira smiles as she ignores Rumi’s squirming, busy with unwinding the bundle of red rope with deft hands. It unspools silently, making Rumi’s pulse quicken with excitement and anticipation as she watches Mira weave the rope around her fingers with an air of expertise. 

“This is a diamond chest harness. It’s going to circle your torso a few times.” Mira’s voice is low and husky as she dictates every move she’s making. 

“Let me know if any line is too tight, alright? Need you to be honest with me on this, babe. No if’s, and’s, or but’s.” 

The smooth tone of her voice coupled with the calm adoration laced in every word has Rumi relaxing, sinking into a cloud of submission that embraces her gently. Oh, she could listen to Mira speak all day. 

Rumi nods diligently, earning herself a soft yet potent, “Good girl.” that makes her flush immediately. She sucks in a breath at the smirk on Mira’s face, chewing on her bottom lip as the praise sinks into her chest with the warmth similar to a long pull of a hot drink. 

Red loops around the back of Rumi’s torso first before coming around the front of her chest, a knot tied to the space just below Rumi’s collar. The rope isn’t heavy but it bears a comfortable weight as it sits flush against her skin. It elicits a small shiver as she feels the coarse texture settling against her skin, a strange and new sensation but not entirely unpleasant. 

“Tight?” 

“No.” 

“Good.” 

A shiver quietly runs down Rumi’s spine as she hears the praise, the subtlety useless as her patterns mimic its path with an opalescent gleam. Mira meets her eyes with a knowing look and smile, and even Zoey giggles under her breath as she lounges beside Rumi. 

“It’s a basic harness but I think you’ll like the feel of it around you, Rumi. It’s got a nice support system above and below your chest.” Mira continues by trailing the rope around Rumi’s torso, once at the sides of her breasts then a second time underneath her chest. A knot is secured at either side of her breasts, the tightness perfect as it pulls the rope at her back taut. Rumi sits a little straighter, wiggling her shoulders a little to test the beginning of the rope pattern. So far it’s nice and taut, nothing too overly tight to make her squirm. 

The flush on her skin grows with every new inch of rope that covers her body. Rumi likes it, satisfied with the way it clings to her body, another extension that feels secure. Strange how Mira was right on the money about gaining control by relinquishing it. 

“Center knot. You’ll feel it every time you try to move.” Mira whispers like seduction has embodied her in this moment. The soft spoken words feel more sensual in the quiet of the room, in the building tension coiling at their feet. The aforementioned knot is tied flush against the center of Rumi’s ribcage, anchoring the diamond-shaped pattern there. 

Every rise and fall of her chest draws attention to the pretty red rope clinging to her skin. And Rumi adores it, her mind easing at the feeling of safety wrapped around her frame. 

“Wow, you’re so pretty, unnie.” Zoey sighs sweetly, her gaze heavy as it is fixated on Rumi and the intricate rope binding to her body. “Like really really pretty. Maybe I could take some pictures later?” 

The thought has Rumi squirming, her thighs shifting together as she thinks about having intimate photos of her tied up like this. The soft swoop in her belly is instinctive, and Rumi can’t help but smile at the whoop that Zoey lets out when she nods shyly in agreement. “Yeah, okay… I don’t see why not.” 

“It looks good on you, babe. Just like I knew it would.” And Mira’s praise has Rumi sucking in a harsh breath, her face growing hot as she feels the words sinking into her skin and settling deep in her bones. God, her praise kink is off the charts right now. She whines a little, squirming as Mira lets her palms rest on her stomach, enjoying the splay of those slender fingers along her skin. “I’m going to add another section, Rumi. I think you’ll like the texture of it on your skin more than anything. What do you think?” 

“Yes, yes, I-I’m fine with that.” Breathy is Rumi’s reply as she feels her head slowly sinking into a fog of pleasure. It’s slow and dense as it swallows her consciousness piece by piece, sending her into a pleasant state of quiet peace. With Mira and Zoey watching over her, she doesn’t feel any hesitation in settling into that nice, cozy submissive headspace. 

Her anchors are present, so she has nothing to fear. 

Mira smiles at her, slow and smoldering, the curve of her lips widening as she drags a piece of rope against Rumi’s abs. The subtle shiver that rolls down her spine feels like molten lava, a slow creeping of pleasure that’s a tease all on its own. She sighs as Mira winds the rope around her waist before tying a single square knot at the center of her belly and connecting it to the anchoring center point beneath her sternum, a cosmetic knot rather than additional support. 

Like Mira said, the texture of the rope snug against her skin feels good. It’s a grounding sensation, an anchoring restraint that eases the tension and the worry stewing inside her mind. Everything bleeds out of her body, leaving only the steady tautness of the ropes behind. 

“Such a pretty girl. So obedient and still for me.” Mira coos as she brushes the pad of her thumb against that first knot, satisfied with the tightness of the rope. She caresses the sides of Rumi’s chest, fingers feeling along the curves of Rumi’s ribs—the sprawl of red along Rumi’s skin after her praise doesn’t go unnoticed—making sure the rope is secure perfectly. 

“How does that feel? Is it too tight? You’ll have to let me know, pretty girl.” 

The care and affection in Mira’s voice makes Rumi melt, which feels so good when her body goes slack and lets the intricate pattern of ropes catch her instead. The tightness is perfectly snug against her skin, not too loose or too tight to chafe, and Rumi lets her lovers know this as she continues to sit there obediently. 

“Good, that’s good,” Mira murmurs as she double checks each knot, wanting to make sure it’s perfect for Rumi. 

Zoey’s hands sink into Rumi’s hair, scratching along her scalp so good that it makes Rumi’s brain fuzzy. “Good, thank you for letting us know, unnie. And Mira’s right, you’re just so pretty like this—all tied up like a perfect present for us.” Zoey coos as she presses kisses to Rumi’s temple, giggling at the warm skin flushing a darker shade of red upon receiving the praise. 

“Careful now. Don’t work her up too much before we get to play with her.” Mira smirks as she ties another section of rope to the one running parallel lowest on Rumi’s back. It encircles Rumi’s wrists, leaving her unable to reach for anything except for the soft sheets below her. 

“Try it.” Mira’s gaze remains on the restraints tying Rumi’s wrists together. 

Rumi follows Mira’s order, her hands pulling and pushing at the restraints around her wrists. They feel good, tight as they hold her place but not outright like a trap. She swallows thickly, her throat going dry as she rasps out, “It’s g-good.” 

“Perfect. Ready to start?” Mira hovers over her, straddling one thigh as she gestures to the headphones and blindfold sitting on the bed beside them. Zoey had gone to go get them while Mira finished securing Rumi’s hands together. 

“Yes.” Rumi exhales slowly, the tension easing out of her body as Zoey and Mira loom over her with warm smiles, their adoration unable to be hidden as they gaze at her with ooey gooey lovestruck eyes. Rumi’s lip twitches before she giggles softly, relaxing at the knowledge that her girls love her so much. She returns the sentiment with a fond, “I love you two.” 

It’s effective as Mira and Zoey’s eyes shine with a glistening sheen. 

“We love you too.” 

“Now let’s get your pussy purring!” 

“Zoey!” Mira and Rumi’s collective guffaw has Zoey beaming, cackling at the successful ice breaker. She gently sets the blindfold and headphones on Rumi’s face, adjusting them with a slow kiss to each covered eye and then Rumi’s forehead. The immediate glow of iridescent colors sparks a wide smile on her face. She pulls back to watch Rumi, humming to herself as she sees her lover’s posture turn less rigid. 

“It’s working!” Zoey whisper-shouts as she runs a palm down Rumi’s chest, her fingers grazing warm skin and coarse rope alike. She watches as Rumi’s nipples pebble into stiff peaks, giddy and horny at the sight. She murmurs, awe thick in her voice, “So pretty, unnie, it’s unfair.” 

“Perfect. Let’s not leave her waiting, yeah?” Mira all but purrs as she settles on one side of Rumi’s figure, pressing them flush together. Zoey does the same on the other side, sandwiching Rumi between the both of them. It feels good with their skin touching, no barrier in between to interrupt the small wave of pleasure that washes over them. 

As soon as the blindfold slipped over her eyes and the noise-cancelling headphones cushioned her ears, Rumi’s world narrowed drastically. Gone was the insistent buzzing beneath her skin, now reduced to a slow simmering tension tied to the arousal brewing in the pit of her belly. It pools to the apex of her thighs like molten heat, aching and throbbing where her clit peeks out from her soaked folds. God, she’s so wet already just from sitting through the process of getting tied up. And the praises, oh, she shudders at the memory of Zoey’s and Mira’s praises swirling in her ears, warm and rich and laced with their adoration. 

She squirms lightly, breathless at the answering tautness of the ropes biting into her skin. The touch captivates Rumi’s attention, a textured stimulation that she sinks into gratefully as it chases away that overbearing overstimulated bite. It’s like the rope is personally absorbing all that excess energy—an exaggeration, Rumi is sure—but the ropes do an excellent job of keeping her anchored in the present. 

Despite the sensory deprivation, she can still sense them, her girls. Mira and Zoey. She can hear them too, albeit their voices sound like soft whispers in her ears now. Their heartbeats drum in Rumi’s ears too, a steady rhythm that’s soothing for her own heart. She can still feel their souls resonating with hers, a constant blip of two shining iridescent orbs in her darkened vision. 

They’re there, always, constantly by her side. 

Knowing that settles Rumi’s mind and heart, allowing her to relinquish control physically. She sinks into the sheets, sighing contently at the ropes that bite further into her skin as her weight leans into them, relishing the steady pressure that holds her all together. Who knew it would feel so good to let go of her control like this? 

With two of her senses somewhat taken away, touch becomes hypersensitive. Rumi whimpers when she feels hands and fingers drifting over her skin, gasping at the warm lips that drag over every inch of her exposed body. She’s at her lovers’ mercy and god, it’s such a thrilling experience. 

Hands stroke down her shoulders, caressing her chest before focusing on her breasts. They’re sensitive too and fuck, the warm palms cupping her breasts feel so good. Rumi cries out as they squeeze and massage her, deft fingers playing with her stiff nipples. Pleasure ripples through her body like bolts of lightning, electrifying with every tug and roll and pinch done to her sensitive peaks. 

Another set of hands smooths down her hips and thighs, stroking along her glowing patterns with a sensuality that makes Rumi tremble from the intimacy of the heavy-handed touch. She shivers and mewls as those hands touch and caress and squeeze at her thighs and calves, brushing along her ass and inner thighs but never touching her where she needs it most. It’s a slow wind-up, a tease that builds her up and up, stoking the fire that licks at her from the inside. 

And then a hot mouth descends on her chest, making Rumi throw her head back to let loose a decadent moan. Rich and throaty, the moan sings in the air as she feels soft lips close around her stiff nipple. The wet lash of a tongue quickly follows, making Rumi squirm at the pleasure focused at her torso. That sweet mouth alternates between her breasts, lavishing Rumi with equal attention. She can’t see it but she can definitely feel the marks appearing on her skin, rings of teeth and bruising hickies blooming around the red rope hugging her chest. 

It must look nice, Rumi thinks, and she gasps at the mental image of dark marks scattered around the red ropes criss-crossing her chest. Warmth blooms at her core, and Rumi whines as she tries to squeeze her thighs together—only to be stopped by a firm grip on her thighs. 

Another pair of lips mouths at Rumi’s thighs, indulging in mapping out soft skin and glowing patterns with a reverence that undoes something in Rumi’s chest. She whimpers as the sharp sting of pain nips at her thighs, moaning out a wrecked sound as one of her lovers leaves a searing trail of bites along her inner thigh. 

Sweet heat settles in her belly, and Rumi huffs and whines until that mouth ghosts over her cunt. Hot breath puffing over her soaked folds has Rumi whimpering, quiet in submission as her heart thuds in her chest—thump, thump, thump—pounding against her ribs in eager anticipation. 

“Please, please…” Rumi begs and babbles as her hands squirm against the soft sheets, her body aching with insistent need. She cries out as soft lips kiss her pelvis, nuzzling into the patch of coarse purple curls before a kiss is pressed against her throbbing clit. She jerks from the sensitivity. A high-pitched whine sails through the air as a wet tongue drags through her drenched folds, licking from her entrance up to her swollen clit in maddeningly slow, broad strokes. 

It’s so good, it feels so good. Rumi babbles exactly that, letting her lovers know of her pleasure as her mouth slurs the words together in her attempt. The soft giggling that erupts from Mira and Zoey blooms like joyful iridescent flowers near their souls, so pretty against the stark darkness of Rumi’s vision that it makes her go quiet with awe. 

Relief swells amongst Rumi’s senses as she’s being touched where she desperately needs it, and she sobs out her pleasure as firm hands wrench her thighs apart, keeping them spread as that hot mouth laps at her pussy, licking up the wetness that leaks from her hole in abundance. It’s a slow yet thorough act, and Rumi melts at the feeling of that wicked tongue stroking her entrance and her labia and her clit over and over again. 

A tremble settles in Rumi’s thighs, her hips jerking with every swipe of that wet tongue, dissolving into the pleasure that washes over her. 

“Fuck, please… hah, Zoey, Mira!” 

“We have you, Rumi.” 

“You’re taking it so well, baby.” 

She can hear them, Mira’s and Zoey’s voices clear in her head despite the noise-canceling headphones. A brief moment of amusement fills Rumi as she feels their connection thrumming through the Honmoon. Of course, it wouldn’t leave her completely separated from her bonded soulmates. 

There are hands sinking into her hair, blunt fingernails scratching pleasantly along her scalp as that wicked mouth continues to eat her out. Warmth strokes her cheek, her neck, sliding upward to stroke at her horns. An immediate jolt of ecstasy shoots through Rumi as her horns are played with, fondled gently before fingers wrap around one to pump slowly. The pad of a thumb grazes the base of a horn, and the sensitive skin along her hairline tingles from the touch. It’s good, it’s beyond good, enough to make Rumi’s eyes roll to the back of her head with each torturously tender pump of her horns. 

“Again, again, fuck, don’t s-stop!” A sob of pleasure escapes Rumi as all the stimulation assaults her—before she’s muffled by soft lips pulling her into a kiss. That hand continues to stroke at her horn and god, the wave of pleasure that washes over her makes her melt into the mouth kissing her. 

She knows it’s Zoey by the way her lover kisses her—slow and sweet before it escalates with an eager hunger, like she can’t hold herself back from expressing the adoration bubbling up within her. Zoey’s tongue slips into her mouth, careful as it strokes along her canines—her fangs. Hypersensitivity kicks in and Rumi is whining into Zoey’s mouth, drooling as Zoey suckles on her tongue and does that sinful thing to her fangs again and again. She’s all but putty in the hands of her lover, mewling and whimpering pathetically as Zoey laps at her fangs, taking her time tracing the tip of her tongue alongside the elongated canines. 

“Z-Zoey. Zoey, Zoey, that’s—“ She babbles and whines and whimpers, pathetic and weak against the touches to her demonic traits. Her heart squeezes gently, wobbling from the way Zoey touches her—all of her, even her half-blood side—with the same reverence and affection that Zoey always has in store for her. It causes a fluttering in Rumi’s chest, and she chokes on a whimper, feeling emotional at the thought currently occupying her mind. 

Before she can spiral, another wrecked moan leaves Rumi’s lips, the sound stifled against Zoey’s mouth as Mira pushes her tongue inside of her cunt, prodding that fluttering entrance until it yields eagerly. The groan that leaves Mira’s mouth as she pushes her tongue in and out of Rumi is divine. The vibration feels so good against her cunt, and Rumi whines as stars burst into her darkened vision. 

She’s so wet and aching between her legs that every stroke of Mira’s tongue is stark relief curling in her belly. A warbled moan tumbles out of Rumi as Mira takes her clit into her mouth, suckling harsh enough to make Rumi's hips jerk and her toes curl into the sheets. 

“O-Oh, fuck!” Rumi cries out, helpless against the wave of pleasure washing over her, sweeping her away, lighting up every nerve in her body as she feels Mira’s teeth graze against her swollen clit. Her heart practically leaps to her pussy. “P-Please—“ 

Mira’s mouth continues to lap at her clit, building Rumi’s pleasure as two fingers circle her entrance, rimming her fluttering hole with a tease that’s all Mira. Rumi squirms as she’s dragged along, writhing as Mira continues to wind her up expertly. Those two fingers gather wetness there before pushing inside, stilling once Mira pushes all the way in to the knuckle. There’s a moment’s pause as Rumi’s pussy adjusts to the intrusion, moaning and swearing as she feels Mira stretching her walls. It’s good, fuck, the relief that rushes through her veins is a tad shy of heavenly euphoria. Groans and rough panting leave Rumi’s lips as she savors the burn, the stretch, the way her cunt wraps around Mira’s fingers and squeezes deliciously. 

Those fingers stroke along Rumi’s squeezing walls with curling motions, stretching her slick walls out and allowing Rumi to get used to the feeling. It’s good and sweet and tender, and she melts at Mira’s consideration even while they’re in the throes of passion. 

“Move, Mira. Please, move.” A soft whine leaves Rumi’s lips as her hips jog once, shuddering when her lover gets the message and starts moving. It’s a slow slide out followed by a slow push inside, repeating over and over until all Rumi can focus on is the decadent pleasure that rolls through her like a tidal wave. Wetness leaks from her pussy, coaxed by Mira’s deep strokes. Every drag of Mira’s fingers against her sweet spots has Rumi writhing and jerking, a futile struggle against the ropes that are wrapped snug around her torso. Every squirm has those ropes rubbing against her skin, and that too adds to the layers of sensational pleasure wrapping around Rumi. 

“Fuck me, fuck me—r-right there! Ah, ah!” 

“What a good girl. You’re taking my fingers so well… squeezing me like you don’t want to let go. Needy, are we?” 

“Can you blame her? Look at how wet she is for you. God, you gotta let me taste her after. I bet she tastes so good.” 

Vibration rumbles across her skin as Mira and Zoey continue to spill praises to her, and Rumi whines in response, their affection kissing her skin like a searing brand. Another wave of wetness leaks out of her, and Rumi’s skin burns hot with her arousal, easily warming under the attention of her lovers. 

“C-Close! I’m so—hah… I think I’m—close!” Rumi chokes the word out, whining loudly as pressure coils deliciously in her belly. She pants roughly as her head cranes back, allowing Zoey’s mouth to descend on her neck with a supply of stinging bites and soft, velvety kisses. The duality of soft and rough buzzes against her skull, making Rumi melt from how pleasant it feels to be utterly ravaged. 

“That’s it, baby, let go for me. You’re gorgeous like this, Rumi.” 

Mira doesn’t stop, only encouraged by Rumi’s breathy whines and sharp gasps and broken moans. She keeps pumping her fingers, moaning against Rumi’s clit in her mouth as she feels those slick walls fluttering around her digits. They’re desperate even during the inevitable hurtle towards catharsis. The curl of her fingers is persistent even as Rumi reaches her peak, a loud whine of a moan as her body seizes, hips stuttering frantically as her back arches into a pretty curve. She’s picture perfect even when she’s falling apart, and Mira moans appreciatively as she suckles at Rumi’s throbbing clit. 

White-hot pleasure erupts within her belly, all the tension there unspooling rapidly as relief blooms at her core. Wetness leaks from her cunt as Rumi sobs, crying out wanton noises as her orgasm slams into her. Her arms jerk uselessly, straining against the ropes as she writhes in the face of her pleasure. It’s intense, intense, intense, before it’s all swept away by a wave of boneless ease, her body slumping pliantly as aftershocks ripple through her. 

Mira and Zoey continue on as they watch Rumi’s orgasm decimate her physically, cooing and crooning as they admire the pulse of gold-silver patterns and the pink flush sprawling across Rumi’s chest and neck. 

Heavy pants escape Rumi’s mouth as she drifts down from her high, her chest heaving for breath as that rush slowly subsides. Lethargy begins to creep in at the peripheral of her senses, but Mira and Zoey continue touching her, prolonging the pleasure that ripples through her body like shockwaves. It feels good. It feels so good, so unlike anything else. 

“O-Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever come so—“ Rumi’s sentence is cleaved into two as a new sensation rears to life. 

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt! 

“—hard?!” 

A new buzzing settles against her lower belly, and Rumi yelps as her sensitive body jerks from the vibrations. It trails down her pelvis and with a slow realization, Rumi can feel every jolt down to her bones. It’s a toy, a vibrator, and the thought of it has her face burning red hot. Her body, on the other hand, reacts enthusiastically; arousal blooms once more in her belly, unfurling with a want so visceral that her hips jerk involuntarily, a choked whine pulled from her lips as an insistent ache settles at her swollen clit. 

“Hah… M-Mira?” 

“I’m here, pretty girl. Relax for me.” 

A warm palm squeezes Rumi’s thigh in response, and she relaxes at the touch, only to tense up at the vibrations nestled against her pussy. 

“Hah, hah… oh, fuuuck!” The muscles of Rumi’s neck flex with another throaty moan, her body arching as another wave of pleasure crashes down on her. The vibrations feel good against her clit, easily pulling her towards another peak with the way Mira holds it directly against her sensitive bud. 

“You look so fucked out, Rumi. So pretty for us… fuck, look at how much you’re leaking.” Mira’s voice is dulcet, a smooth swirl of husky arousal that slides up Rumi’s navel, circling her chest as it settles there. She gasps at the filth casually slipping out of Mira’s mouth, whimpering as the vibrations slide down to her entrance, pleasure thick and relentless as the wand vibrates against part of her soaked folds, pressing and circling until she’s leaking more wetness out of her needy hole that’s still gripping onto Mira’s slow-thrusting fingers. 

“Oh, she’s dripping, Mir. All from a little vibe? What a needy little slut.” Zoey chuckles where her mouth is pressed up against the curve of Rumi’s breast, teasing with her nips and bites, making Rumi’s control over herself slacken with every mark Zoey leaves on her skin. It’s a possessive ache in her blood, one that revels in the bruises and rings of teeth that Zoey graces her skin with. It’s a brutal craving that Zoey fulfills effortlessly. 

And Rumi chokes on a whimper, her body flushing hot at the praise and the degradation, whining at the whiplash of the combination. Her pussy walls clench around Mira’s fingers, eating up the attention nonetheless. Her hips jerk as the vibrations return to assault her sensitive clit, but the pleasure washing over her feels too good to stop. She doesn’t want to stop. Tension coils in her belly once more, deliciously tightening again and again, making Rumi sob and whimper out sweet little wanton moans as the wave of overstimulation washes over her. 

This is a different kind of overstimulation, one that Rumi doesn’t mind—oh, god, no, she doesn’t mind this at all. Another wrecked sound slips free from her mouth, high-pitched and whiny as Rumi’s body jerks, helpless against the vibrations that ripple through her, pleasure tearing her asunder. She chokes and gasps and mewls, barely holding on to the edge of self-control. 

Just a little more, just another sweet stinging bite, just another curl of those wicked fingers—

As if they’re reading her mind, Mira continues pumping her fingers inside of Rumi, the curl of her fingertips against sweet spots effective in making Rumi melt and moan with desperation. At the same time, Zoey has shifted her fingers to Rumi’s breasts, playing with them with a roughness that sends a delightful shiver down Rumi’s spine. Zoey’s mouth travels up her neck and collar, resuming with new enthusiasm, littering Rumi’s skin with the sting of pain-pleasure until it’s like her brain is melting out of her ears from the litany of stimulation. 

“I’m… I can’t—please—nghhh… d-don’t stop, don’t stop!” Rumi doesn’t even know what she’s begging for anymore—only relief. Tremors settle in her figure as her pleasure rapidly climbs and climbs, spurred on by the combination of all the stimulation assaulting her body. 

“Come on, baby, that’s it.” Mira coos as she keeps the vibrator right on Rumi’s clit, transfixed by the lewd wet squelching and buzzing that is made obscene by how utterly soaked Rumi is. 

“C-Coming—I’m coming—hah, hah, a-ah!” 

Her back arches off the bed, fingers clawing at the soft sheets beneath her, crimson rope pulled taut from futile movement, and Rumi’s mouth drops to let out an obscene moan as her second orgasm crashes into her. All that delectable pressure in her belly snaps, and tension gives way to a gush of liquid heat. Amidst the euphoria flooding her mind, Rumi vaguely registers the spray of wetness coating her inner thighs and the way they are still shaking uncontrollably as she drifts on the relentless waves of her orgasm. 

She’s completely unaware of the arc of wetness squirting out of her, stunning her lovers with that display of debauchery. 

“Did she just—“ 

“That was so hot, oh my god.” 

Huffing and panting, Rumi all but melts into the mattress, whimpering out sweet little mewls and moans as her body enters a state of boneless-ness. Her mind is the same; sunken deep in a fog of indulgence that feels as gratifying as she is spent. The only thought swirling in her mind is Mira and Zoey amidst the sated peace that echoes throughout her body, her soul settled in her chest, right in the center of that gorgeous diamond-shaped rope harness. 

The vibrations cut out when Rumi’s thighs squeeze together, trapping Mira’s hand as her body jerks uncontrollably, still squeezing, squeezing, squeezing around Mira’s fingers. That saccharine moan that Rumi releases still echoes in Mira’s ears, a sweet cry that she’ll remember forever as she witnessed Rumi falling apart under her and Zoey’s touch. It was beautiful and vulnerable, an intimate scene that left Mira breathless as it did make her unbearably horny. Her body thrums with satisfaction despite the fact that she didn’t get any relief. 

But that’s not the focus—it’s all about Rumi right now. 

So Mira discards the vibrator wand on the sheets, choosing to curl her hands around Rumi’s hips and squeeze gently, massaging her lover there with firm motions. 

“God, that was…” Zoey’s voice trails off, still thick with awe and wonder as she brushes her lips against Rumi’s collar. A reverent kiss as she tastes the warmth of body heat and the salty glimpse of sweat on the tip of her tongue. 

“Right… she’s like a dream.” Mira’s voice is thick with desire as she speaks, nodding absentmindedly as she takes in the state of their lover, wrecked beyond measure but still looking so beautiful in the aftermath. Mira’s heart squeezes in her chest, a flood of affection following as she stares at Rumi. She licks her lips as she takes in her lover’s state, her own arousal aching in her gut, wetness slick between her own thighs. 

“Rumi, can you hear me?” Mira asks as she curls a hand around Rumi’s hip, squeezing hard enough to make her lover mewl at the delectable pressure on her skin. She huffs out a little laugh, stroking her fingers where she squeezed. 

“Mhmm, y-yes.” Rumi nods softly, still catching her breath. 

“Good.” Husky is Mira’s voice as she drags her palm up and down Rumi’s flank, a slow gesture that elicits a little shiver from her lover. She smiles and continues, “Do you have one more in you, pretty girl? I’m not done with you yet.” 

And Rumi shudders as she hears the roughness of Mira’s voice, whimpering at the sheer lust lilting her lover’s tone. Her walls flutter, wetness leaking from her cunt as want pulses in her belly, her arousal awakening at Mira’s behest. 

“Y-Yes… I-I can.” 

“Good girl.” Mira coos as she strokes her hand down Rumi’s leg, following the path of a white-gold pattern pulsing gently. “Here’s the plan. I’m going to grab a strap and fuck Zoey with it. And you’re going to sit here all pretty and listen to our pretty girl come.” 

A twin whimper echoes in the bedroom, and Mira laughs at the flush spreading across Rumi and Zoey’s cheeks at the same time. “Cute. Then I’m going to fuck you afterwards, Rumi—but only after Zoey comes on my cock first.” 

“Fuck, Mira, that is sooo hot.” A groan slips out of Zoey as she lies on her side, propping her head up as she watches Mira slide off the bed and walk toward the walk-in closet. The sound of rummaging is quiet as Zoey switches her attention to Rumi, admiring the soft sheen of sweat coating Rumi’s flushed skin, appreciating the red ropes that look good contrasting the soft golden-silvery glow of Rumi’s patterns. 

“Doing okay, Rumi?” Zoey murmurs as she reaches for a water bottle on the nightstand, taking a few sips before she offers Rumi some. The bottle is brought to Rumi’s lips, allowing her small sips before Zoey puts it away, just in time for Mira to pad back into the bedroom, a black leather harness strapped to her hips. A dildo is attached to the harness, a sleek purple shaft that measures up to six inches. The girth is average, just enough to stretch Rumi out pleasantly but nothing too wild. 

Drool pools in Zoey’s mouth as she watches Mira saunter up to the foot of the bed, and she’s extremely aware of how turned on and riled up her body is at the moment. She’s wet from playing with Rumi, and now she’s absolutely drenched after hearing Mira’s proposal. Oh, she can’t wait to take her. 

“Rumi, are you ready?” Mira’s firm voice grounds Rumi, and she nods as she feels Mira’s palm settle on her chest, plucking gently at the center knot. A breath exhales from her lips as the gesture drags her forward. She goes with the movement, her head bumping into Mira’s free hand. That warm palm cups her cheek, caressing her sweetly before Mira retreats. “Good. Now listen to how Zoey takes my cock. I want you to listen to how good she is for me.” 

“Fuck…” Rumi whines at the same time Zoey does, breathless at how arousing and provocative Mira’s words are. She squirms in place as the sound of the sheets rustling carries through the room. Darkness still encompasses her vision, but it somehow makes every sound even more lewd than she thought possible. Rumi swallows thickly, her heart pounding against her chest as she focuses on her girls in the bedroom. 

The bed creaks once as Zoey’s weight settles at the foot of the bed, possibly kneeling in front of Mira as she stands there, her cock waiting in front of her lover’s face. The seductive image paints itself in Rumi’s mind, and she pants as she strains her ears. Thank goodness for her heightened senses. 

Soft licks permeate the air, the sound of it gentle as Zoey laps at Mira’s shaft. It grows wetter with every lick, the slurp of her tongue prominent in the quiet of the room. Warmth blooms in Rumi’s belly as she listens to Zoey sucking off Mira, her breathing becoming shaky as arousal pools down to her cunt once more. 

“Good girl. You look so pretty sucking me off.” Mira’s praise sends a shiver down Rumi’s spine, and she groans under her breath at the sound of Zoey’s breathy whimper. She can only imagine how Zoey looks as she takes Mira’s cock into her mouth, how pretty her lips stretch around the girth, how the drool slips out the corner of her mouth to slide down Mira’s shaft, how utterly debauched Zoey looks as her head bobs up and down on Mira’s cock. 

Gawk, gawk, gawk! 

“Holy shit…” Rumi exhales as the obscene squelching sound is made. She squirms and pants, whimpering at the lewd sound of Zoey getting her face fucked. Insistent need settles at her core once more, and she’s getting so riled up knowing that her lovers are going at it just a few inches away from her. 

Mira’s groan rips through the air, low and throaty as she grunts, “Fuck, that’s it… what a pretty whore on her knees for me.” The filth spilling out of Mira’s mouth makes Rumi’s head spin, perverse delight in this odd voyeuristic scenario. She’s so turned on, dripping wet as she listens to this obscene intimacy playing out. It’s a tease not being able to see Mira fuck into Zoey’s mouth, but at the same time, it’s also an appealing factor that has her so worked up. 

“Your mouth feels good, baby. Look at how well you’re taking my cock.” 

“Mhmphmmm!”

Gawk, gawk, gawk! 

Schlick, schlick, schlick! 

Rough pants and the lewd sound of wet squelching continues as Mira works her hips, her hand fisting Zoey’s hair to keep her lover steady as she fills her mouth over and over again. It sounds so hot, and Rumi doesn’t know how long it goes on for, only knows that by the time Mira pulls away and Zoey is gasping audibly for breath, Rumi’s belly is uncomfortably tight with how turned on she is. 

“Get on your hands and knees for me. Didn’t you say you wanted a taste of our pretty girl here?” 

“God, yes! Oh, I’ve been dying to eat Rumi out!” Zoey groans as she flops onto the bed, crawling forward on her hands and knees until she’s hovering over Rumi. Instinctively, Rumi spreads her legs when she feels Zoey’s presence, inadvertently exposing her shiny, glistening pussy to her lovers. The loud gasp that slips out of Zoey makes Rumi preen quietly, flushing at the heavy weight of her lovers’ gaze on her body even though she can’t see it. 

“Oh, you’re so pretty, this is so unfair.” Zoey whines as she tips a little closer, but stilling in place when she feels Mira’s hand on her hip. “Let me eat her out already, Mira! Please, please?!” 

“So eager.” Mira chuckles as she settles on her knees behind Zoey, peering over her lover’s shoulder to admire the abundance of wetness that is Rumi’s pussy. “Wait for me. Wait until I get inside you first, baby.” 

“God, you’re so hot when you get like this, Mira.” And Zoey complies with a shudder, a whine building in her throat as she feels the tip of Mira’s cock brushing against her slick folds. “Okay, okay, yeah, I can totally do—t-that!” A squeak leaps from Zoey’s lips once she feels Mira’s cockhead sliding through her soaked folds, unable to help the shudder that zips down her spine from the friction. It feels good, so good as that solid pressure rubs against her labia, against her swollen clit, before prodding at her entrance. 

“D-Don’t tease, Mira!” 

A twinkling laugh follows the trail of Zoey’s whine, “But I can’t help it. You’re just so cute when you get flustered, baby.” 

“Hmph!” A petulant whine slips out of Zoey, but she doesn’t make a move to stop the way Mira continues to grind against her pussy, stifling her little moans as that firm shaft rubs against her soaked folds, bumping along her clit deliciously again and again. 

“I’m going in now,” Mira warns her, a soft squeeze to her hip to signal. And Zoey sighs at her lover’s consideration, melting as she raises her hips a little higher, leaning forward into Rumi once she feels that cockhead circling her entrance, rimming her leaking hole in yet another tease. 

“Fuck me—yesss!” Warmth covers Zoey’s face as she feels her arousal surge, red hot all over her skin as needy want coils tight in her belly. 

Her hands brace themselves on Rumi’s thighs as Mira begins to push in, a steady palm splayed along Zoey’s lower back as Mira feeds inch after inch inside. The stretch is slow and exquisite, and Zoey lets out a long moan as Mira fills her up perfectly. Her body trembles as pleasure sweeps through her like a visceral flood, her mind going blank as Mira’s shaft rubs along her slick walls, sliding and sliding and sliding until—that cockhead kisses the deepest parts of her. 

“O-Oh, god…!” A throaty moan is pulled out of Zoey as Mira bottoms out, shaking as her walls are stretched out properly. Mira’s hands are caressing Zoey’s sides, gentle gliding palms and tender squeezes as her lover coos at her soothingly, comforting her as her body adjusts to the intrusion. It’s sweet and Zoey’s heart flips in her chest, adoring the woman holding her with affectionate reverence. What on earth did she do to deserve a lover like this? 

“You okay?” Mira murmurs as she slides her palms down to Zoey’s hips, brushing along the freckles scattered along her lover’s lower back. Beautiful constellations that catch Mira’s eye, luring her to linger and admire the pretty sight of Zoey’s back arching for her. 

“Perfect, perfect… fuck, oh my god, you feel sooo good.” Zoey groans as her hips tremble in Mira’s hands, relishing in the delicious stretch of her pussy and the feeling of fullness pinging across her senses. 

“Good.” Mira smiles as she admires the way Zoey’s pussy lips are gripping her cock, her breath hitching at the lewd sight right in front of her. She groans as she admires the slick wetness dripping from Zoey and drooling on her shaft, her own arousal lurching in her gut as her gaze sweeps up the muscles of Zoey’s back and the soft curves there. Then she plants a hand between Zoey’s shoulder blades and pushes her lover down, pushing her closer to Rumi. “Now get to work. You don’t want to leave Rumi hanging, do you?” 

“Mhmm, no, not at all!” Eagerness seeps into Zoey’s tone as she leans her upper body down, leaving her hips high in the air at Mira’s mercy. Her thighs spread a little more to accommodate her balance, and her mouth waters as she becomes eye level with Rumi’s soaked pussy. Her palms rest on the warm skin of Rumi’s toned thighs, pushing them apart as she settles between them. A giggle escapes Zoey when she kisses Rumi’s inner thigh, her lips brushing along the crease of hip and thigh, making Rumi jump at the brush of her lips. 

“This is so hot.” Rumi’s little murmur tapers into a choked whimpering moan as Zoey kisses her clit. It’s followed by a slow drag of Zoey’s tongue up Rumi’s pussy, vibrations muffled against soaked folds as Zoey releases a loud moan as the taste of her lover blooms on her tongue. Decadent and tangy with a hint of sweetness. Ambrosia in her mouth, pooling thick on her tongue. Zoey moans as she dives in, uncaring of the way her lover’s arousal smears along her lips and mouth and chin and cheeks. So she’s a messy eater—that won’t stop her from burying her face into Rumi’s cunt and chasing after another divine mouthful. 

“I was right. Mhmm, you taste so good, Rumi.” The words are spoken in between slow laps of Zoey’s tongue, sweet moans and sighs slipping free as she gets lost in eating Rumi out, indulging in rough drags of her tongue and quick lashes against that swollen clit. Rumi’s thighs tremble beneath her palms, but Zoey keeps those toned thighs firmly pinned to the bed, eager to ruin her lover with nothing to obstruct her. 

Mira watches for a little, panting softly at how obscene this is, her own core aching with need as this debauchery unfolds between the three of them. She takes a breath before joining in, her hips dragging backwards only to snap forward, driving her cock deep inside of Zoey’s pussy once more. A steady pace is set, long measured strokes allowing her to drive that cockhead deep inside of her lover with a roughness that she knows Zoey adores. 

“Ah, ah, ah! F-Fuck!” Zoey’s moans are loud and sloppy as they are buried in Rumi’s cunt, making their lover writhe at the combination of Zoey’s mouth and the vibrations traveling across her sensitive flesh. 

“You two look so good… hah, so perfect together.” Mira groans as she maintains her pace, fucking deep into Zoey while admiring both her lovers. “God, I love you two.” 

Schlick, schlick, plap, plap! 

Her hips are a blur of motion as she fucks into Zoey, relishing in the slap of skin and the obscene sound of slick that follows every punishing thrust. 

“Feels good, s’good, oh my god—Mira!” Zoey babbles as she struggles to speak, her words slurring before she plants her face into Rumi’s pussy again, licking and slurping eagerly as she takes Mira’s pounding. Her face is flushed brighter than before, the sprawl of red crawling down her chest as Mira pounds into her relentlessly. But she carries on eating Rumi out, licking and moaning and slurping even as slick smears across the lower half of her face. She’s sandwiched between Rumi and Mira, and this is exactly where she wants to be. 

Plap, plap, plap! 

“C’mon, baby. I know you’re close—you can’t stop fluttering around my cock.” A grunt leaves Mira as she works her hips, gasping at the resistance that squeezes around her shaft every once in a while, growing in frequency with the way she’s roughly thrusting into Zoey. The wet glide of her shaft is impossibly smooth, and the way Zoey’s hips are twitching faster and sloppier speaks of her hurtling orgasm. Mira grins and powers through the burn in her abdomen, her own pleasure sparked by seeing her lovers’ pleasure. 

“Go on, Zoey. Let Rumi know how you feel… mhm, let her know you’re about to come on my cock.” 

“Mira! H-Hah!” And Zoey whines as her face grows hotter, flushing pink at the lewd suggestion, squirming as she tries to get her brain to work through the heady waves of pleasure crashing into her. She moans into Rumi’s pussy, slurring against the wetness that continues to soak her mouth and chin. “So good, s-she’s fucking me s-so good, Rumi…! I can feel M-Mira all the way… ngh, s-so deep!” Decadent moans press into the slick flesh of Rumi’s pussy, and Zoey half whines, half licks along Rumi’s clit as Mira pushes her closer and closer to the edge. “I’m so close… ngh, she’s gonna make m-me… come on her cock—fuck! Oh, Rumi—hah, I-I can’t stop!!” 

And Rumi—another long moan spills out of Mira’s mouth as she spies their third, breathless at the way Rumi is writhing atop the sheets, flustered from hearing the dirty, shameless retelling coming out of Zoey’s mouth. Her back arches to push her chest upward, allowing Mira the gorgeous view of those breasts framed beautifully by red rope. 

“Oh, you’re just too hot… my god.” Mira huffs as she squeezes at Zoey’s ass before swinging her hand down, eliciting a loud smack against a plush cheek. The strength of Mira’s impact is enough to elicit a squeak of a moan out of Zoey. 

“Close! I’m gonna—Mira, I’m—” 

Smack! 

Another slap to her ass has Zoey squealing, her frame jolting from the stinging impact, jerking as pleasure lances through her. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Come on my cock, Zoey. I know you wanna make a mess. Don’t hold back now, pretty girl.” A grin tugs at the corner of Mira’s lips, smug and indulgent as she moves her hips a little faster, delivering rough strokes that have her hips colliding against the plush curve of Zoey’s ass. She reaches a hand out to fist in Zoey’s hair, her grip tight as she yanks silky black strands hard enough for her lover to scream in delight. The sting of pain-pleasure has Zoey’s voice hitching, breaking apart as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her. 

“Mira, Mir—ahh!” Zoey’s back arches into a pretty curve as her orgasm slams into her, pleasure crashing down on her with an intensity that has her whimpering, crying out loudly into Rumi’s thigh. Her eyes squeeze shut as white-hot pleasure blooms in her belly, shockwaves rippling all the way down to her curling toes. Her walls clench down around Mira’s cock, squeezing like she’s trying to milk her. Another gasping moan slips free as she feels that cockhead grinding perfecting against her sweet spot, dragging her pleasure out for another weak orgasm. Her walls flutter as wetness gushes out of her, soaking Mira’s shaft with her release. 

“Good girl, good girl. You’re perfect, mhm, so perfect for us.” Mira huffs out the words as she catches her breath, a satisfied smile on her lips as she runs her hands down the length of Zoey’s back, adoring the flex of toned muscles there as Zoey drifts down from the height of her pleasure. Her fingertips trace the constellation of freckles scattered over the plane of her lover’s back, grinning with affection as she feels Zoey’s breathing even out. 

Gingerly, Mira pulls out of Zoey, careful to watch for signs of discomfort on her lover’s body and face. A slick sound follows the head slipping out of Zoey, making Mira’s cheeks glow hot as she stares at the viscous wetness coating her shaft. “Fuck… you soaked my cock, pretty girl.” Mira squeezes Zoey’s ass cheek affectionately, huffing out a breath of mirth as Zoey whines weakly. 

“C’mon, shimmy on up next to Rumi.” Mira pats Zoey’s hip, coaxing her lover up so that she can deliver on the second part of her promise. 

“Mhmm, Rumi cuddles, yes, please.” With a groan, Zoey hauls herself up beside Rumi, a lazy smile stretching her lips as she settles into Rumi’s side. Warmth immediately bleeds into her from the skin-on-skin contact, and Zoey hums happily as Rumi leans into her, their lips meeting for a series of chaste kisses. 

“Zoey.” And the way Rumi says her name, all sweet and soft and reverent, is enough to make Zoey’s chest melt, her insides ooey gooey with the flood of affection. She leans forward to kiss Rumi again, smiling against the mouth that giggles tenderly against her own lips. 

“God, you’re both so cute. I’m about to get cavities.” Mira groans as she shuffles forward, her hands palming at Rumi’s legs before she pushes them up, folding Rumi in half with a speed that makes their lover yelp in surprise. “Whoops—sorry, Rumi.” 

“Mira!” Zoey guffaws at the startled expression peeking through even with Rumi’s blindfold on, giggling before she strokes a hand down Rumi’s chest, soothing their lover from Mira’s abrupt movement. “It’s okay, babe. It’s just Mira… about to wreck you.” A cackle leaves Zoey as she buries her face into Rumi’s shoulder. 

“Like that’s better?” Mira laughs as Rumi whines, “Zoeyyy.” 

“Shhh, I got you, Rumi.” Mira coos as she pushes Rumi’s knees to her chest, moaning at the obscene sight of Rumi’s soaked pussy spread out for her. Flushed skin and slick flesh glisten under the bedroom lights, and Mira feels her pulse thumping hard, her arousal coiling in her belly as she rocks her hips, sliding her soaked cock against Rumi’s pussy. 

“Can you feel that? It’s Zoey… fuck, she was so wet… mhm, coming all over my cock. And now she’s all over your pretty pussy too, Rumi.” 

“Oh my god, Mira.” Zoey squeaks as her face blushes red, yet the darkness in her eyes speaks of her lust. She stares at the way Mira is grinding her cock against Rumi’s pussy, smearing her release over their lover’s lips and clit. She can’t look away from the salacious act. 

“F-Fuck… that’s… hah!” A startled moan stutters in the air, and Mira shivers as she listens to it, wonder swelling within her as Rumi makes all these beautiful sounds. She keeps on sliding her cock against Rumi’s cunt, the tip bumping against Rumi’s clit, and Mira grins when she feels Rumi’s hips rock at the sensation. 

“Put me in, Zoey,” Mira says as she holds Rumi’s knees to her chest, still folding her half as she stares down, breathless at the sight of Zoey grabbing her cock before sliding it against Rumi’s entrance. They’re both mesmerized by the lewd sight of Mira’s cockhead slipping inside of Rumi’s pussy, a chorus of a moan coiling in the air as they watch how Mira’s cock slides in, in, in—inside of Rumi in one effortless stroke. It’s obscene, it’s debauched, it has Mira’s vision swimming with pleasure even though she can’t feel this like a real dick. 

“God, she just—” 

“Took all of me.” Mira says it breathlessly, groaning at how aroused she is. 

“M-Mira…!” Rumi whimpers, her knees twitching in Mira’s hold as her head tilts back, resting on the sheets as she takes in the exquisite stretch of her pussy walls. A hand sneaks under her to hold one of her hands—Zoey—and Rumi’s chest goes warm with the affectionate touch. 

“I’m here. I’m right here, pretty girl. We have you,” Mira says as she keeps still, her thumbs brushing the soft skin of the back of Rumi’s thighs as she waits for her lover to adjust. 

“Full… mhm, f-feels so good.” Rumi exhales sweetly, breathless as she savors the feeling of being filled to the brim. Her walls flutter around Mira’s cock, and her arousal coils tight in her belly at the thought of being fucked and ravaged thoroughly while being tied up, exactly what she wanted when they first discussed this. 

“Can I move yet, Rumi? Are you feeling okay?” 

“Yes, yes—m-move!” Rumi whines, nodding quickly as eagerness takes root in her core. She rocks her hips upward, faltering at the pleasure that immediately races through her body. A sharp cry springs from her mouth as Mira snaps her hips forward, setting a brutal pace that has Rumi whining and moaning loudly. 

Schlick, schlick, schlick! 

Plap, plap, plap! 

It’s deep strokes, fast and rough with the way Mira is hammering into Rumi. Grunts and moans and ragged breaths fill the bedroom as Mira drives her cock deep into Rumi’s pussy, again and again as she’s intent on thoroughly ruining her lover. The slick squelch of wetness echoes in the air, adding a layer of depravity to their shared pleasure. 

Zoey caresses Rumi’s chest with a featherlight touch, skimming along the lines of the rope while her mouth is occupied with Rumi’s chest, kissing and nipping and suckling at stiff nipples that are hard against the flat of her tongue. Her free hand sneaks down between her legs, eliciting a drawn out moan from her lips as she starts touching herself, unable to resist the temptation as she watches Mira wrecking Rumi. 

“H-Harder!” Rumi whimpers as Zoey bites down on the curve of her chest, crying out at the pain-pleasure that rushes to meet her. Another moan spills from her lips as Mira obliges with her plea, her hips smacking harshly against the back of Rumi’s thighs as she delivers stroke after stroke, that cockhead rubbing deliciously against her sweet spots. 

Plap, plap, plap! 

“Yesss! Don’t stop!” 

“Your pussy feels good, Rumi. Mhm, I wanna feel you coming on my cock. Just like you did before.” Mira grunts and growls as she increases her pace, her hips smacking into Rumi’s ass as she hooks Rumi’s legs over her shoulders, crossing her lover’s ankles behind her head. The new position makes Rumi gasp out loud, makes her keen as it allows Mira’s cock to drive deeper inside, that cockhead smacking against a sweet spot that has her thrashing with how good it feels. 

“Hah… you’re so d-deep—Mira!” 

“I know, baby… hah, and you look amazing. Taking my cock so perfectly.” 

The sobs coming out of Rumi’s mouth sound heavenly, debauched moans that make Mira’s hair on the back of her neck stand on end based on sheer awe and arousal. She grits her teeth and keeps up the brutal pace, her own pleasure stoked by watching her lover get off. Rumi’s orgasm slams into her mercilessly, and she’s beautiful as her back arches and her hips stutter. 

“H-Haaah!’ 

“O-Oh, fuck!” 

Pleasure rushes through Mira like a flood, blindsiding her as her own orgasm sneaks up on her. All that delectable pressure in her belly had snapped, relief swooping in swiftly as her body shakes with the force of her orgasm, hips stuttering in their pace as her vision swims with white. The roar of blood and adrenaline in her ears drowns out everything else, until it dies down with every gulp of air Mira takes. 

“This is unreal. I should have propped up a camera!” Zoey groans as she watches Mira trembling in place, wide eyes fixated on their lover as she rides out the last wave of her orgasm. The hand between her legs works furiously, and as she takes in the lewd sight of her lovers basking in their pleasure, a debauched cry leaves Zoey’s lips as she tumbles off the edge to follow after them. 

But even with aftershocks buzzing delightfully through her veins, Mira picks her pace back up while gritting her teeth. Her hips snap forward to bury her cock deep inside of Rumi again, intent on making Rumi fall apart thoroughly. She keeps on pounding away at Rumi’s cunt, groaning in pleasure as Rumi shakes, her legs trembling violently as her walls continue to flutter around Mira’s cock. 

“Keep going, you can do it, Rumi. Again.” Mira coos as she works her hips, a feral type of hunger singing deep in her bones as she drives her cock into her lover’s dripping pussy again and again. 

“Mira, Mira, I c-can’t—” 

“C’mon, pretty girl. You can. I know you can give me one more.” Mira’s voice dips a little lower, breaching that sinful depth that elicits goosebumps across Rumi’s skin. “Don’t you want to be good for me?” 

“Y-Yes, yes, please, I—wanna be good, wanna be good!” The words slur around Rumi’s tongue, slack and loose as she babbles through the pleasure of feeling Mira rutting deep into her, that thick girth stretching her out so good while simultaneously plowing her into the sheets. It’s rough and deep but so intimate with the way Mira folds her in half, pushing her knees to her chest as she carves out a space inside Rumi’s pussy with her cock. 

“Let me have it, Rumi. Give it to me.” Mira growls, lust lilting her tone as she coaxes it out of her lover. 

White-hot pleasure bursts inside of Rumi, her lips parting to let out a weak cry as her body jerks and seizes. Pleasure rushes through her body, smothering her senses in a heady fog as Mira drills deep inside of her pussy, rubbing and sliding and touching every inch of her until all she knows is the pleasant shock of another orgasm, until all she can feel is Mira buried deep inside her and Zoey’s touch resuming all over her chest, soft lips and the sharp edge of her teeth peppering Rumi’s sensitive breasts. 

“Get the wand, Zoey. She can give us one more.” Mira says as sweat beads at her temple, her skin flushed with exertion and arousal. Yet the hunger in her eyes glows brightly, greedy for more as she looms over Rumi’s pliant body. 

“Oh, you’re kinda hot when you’re a little evil.” Zoey giggles but reaches for the wand anyway, the buzz of the toy singing as it’s turned on with a press of a button. And the shriek that leaves Rumi’s mouth when the wand touches her swollen clit is beautiful. It’s a shrill wail of ecstasy as Mira and Zoey push her to the edge, lovingly, eagerly. 

Bzzt, bzzt! 

Plap, plap, plap! 

Schlick, schlick! 

“Please, please, ple—hah! It’s t-too—I’m—coming!” Rumi’s body seizes violently, her back arching as her hips jerk involuntarily. The rush of another orgasm—her fourth—so soon after another feels like being flung into the depths of the ocean after resurfacing for a deep lungful of air. It’s fast and heady and Rumi is powerless against the thrum of pleasure hurtling through every inch of her. Her pussy clamps down on Mira, halting her thrusts with how strong Rumi’s body locks up in ecstasy. Her legs shake with tremors as a gush of wetness sprays from her pussy, soaking Mira’s cock and her lower abdomen with a powerful squirt. Drops of wetness drip down her thighs and Mira’s lower half, staining part of the sheets with their act of debauchery. 

“Fuuuck, that’s it, Rumi. Good girl, good girl. Fuck, baby, you’re dripping all over me.” A deep guttural moan escapes Mira as she slows her thrusts to a deep grind, panting as she rolls her hips in languid circles that reach deep inside of Rumi. She shivers at the wetness dripping down her skin, nearly delirious with perverse delight as she relishes in the obscenity of being caught in the range of Rumi’s release. “I love it, I love how much you’re coming for me. You’re so beautiful… hah, fuck, I love how it’s dripping all over me.” 

And Rumi whimpers loudly in between breathless pants for air, desperate and bashful but wanting all the same as she soaks up Mira’s words. 

“Holy moly, it’s all over you!” Zoey’s eyes are wide as she takes in the wetness glistening all over her lovers’ bodies. 

“I know.” Smugness fills the tone of Mira’s voice as she catches Zoey’s gaze, their eyes locking in a shared reflection of love and lust and affection. 

“Can I lick it?” Mirth swells in Zoey’s gaze as she slowly licks her lips, the sight of glistening skin drawing her closer like a siren’s call. 

Bzzt, bzzt! 

“Hah… nghhh, t-too much!” Rumi cries out beneath them, hips bucking against the stimulation that straddles the line pain and pleasure. 

“Oops!” 

Zoey pulls the wand away and switches it off immediately while Mira slows down her pace, grinding into Rumi with slow rolls of her hips to drag out the last dredges of her intense orgasm. She lowers Rumi’s legs gently before her and Zoey’s hands tenderly caress Rumi’s sides, her arms, her hips, and her legs—every part of their lover that they can touch—coaxing her back into a warm, calm, and soft setting. 

Carefully, Mira pulls out once Rumi’s body relaxes enough, tenderly sliding free to prevent any discomfort to her lover. Deft hands unbuckle the harness before tossing it and the wand to the side, a spare towel bundling it up for proper clean up later. 

“We should get her comfy.” Mira says as she sits on her haunches, sweaty and tired but with a satisfied glow to her visage as she looks at her lovers, tender adoration brimming in her gaze as she strokes a hand along Rumi’s leg. 

Zoey carefully removes the blindfold and headphones from Rumi’s face, a fond smile etched on her face as Rumi’s dazed expression lingers in her post-coital glow. Brown and gold blink up at her, warm affection swirling blatantly in Rumi’s gaze despite how glassy her eyes are at the moment. Zoey coos, “Hey there, pretty girl. Are you back with us?” 

“Can you sit up for us? I wanna take the rope off so you can lie down comfortably.” 

“Mhmm…” A soft groan is all that Rumi manages as Zoey helps her sit up properly, making Mira chuckle as she begins the ginger process of removing the red ropes. 

Every motion and tug is treated with care, and Mira feels a sense of contentment swelling within her as she unwraps Rumi. Gradually, the red ropes loosen before falling away from Rumi’s body, bundled hastily before they are set aside. Mira leans in a little closer, inspecting Rumi’s skin with an air of concern. She sinks into aftercare mode automatically, the urgency of taking care of her lover settling at the forefront of her mind. 

Zoey watches this play out with a grin on her lips, her heart warming at Mira’s caring nature. She merely lets Mira do her thing as she reaches for the nightstand.  

“Here, unnie. Gotta hydrate after all that fluid you lost!” A water bottle is opened and pressed to Rumi’s lips once Zoey finishes laughing at her own joke. A few sips are taken before the bottle is passed around to Mira. “You did so good for us. Oh, you’re so pretty, Rumi, hehe. How was it?” 

Mira all but pushes Rumi down again as she answers, busying herself with a bottle of lotion. A dollop is spread onto her hand before she rubs them together, spreading it evenly on her palms. The lotion is applied to Rumi’s skin, specifically where the ropes left their mark. She carefully works it into the pink grooves imprinted onto Rumi’s skin, each massaging motion reverent amongst skin and patterns alike. 

“S’good.” Rumi licks her lips, sighing sweetly at Mira’s massage and the scratches Zoey is giving her head. “It was… I really liked it. It felt really, really good.” Her words are breathy and slow, a languidness flowing through her body that is a result of how thoroughly her lovers have taken care of her. A little bashfulness creeps into her voice when Rumi says, “Thank you. Both of you.” 

“You’re welcome, unnie. I think I can speak for me and Mira when we say we’re happy to help you through this.” Fondness swims in Zoey’s eyes as she cards her fingers through soft, purple strands. 

“Ditto.” Mira nods as she settles her hands on Rumi’s stomach, satisfied now that the chafing of the ropes is taken care of, yet still wanting to feel her lover. Her palms rub at Rumi’s hips and waist, a slow back and forth that makes Rumi melt further into the mattress. “Thank you for letting us help. You know we never mind. And you were gorgeous, Rumi. Especially that grand finale at the end.” She grins down at Rumi’s flushed face, barking out a laugh at the high-pitched squeak that escapes her lover. 

It’s not like none of them have squirted before, but Rumi always gets so flustered over the act that it’s endearing. Zoey merely waggles her eyebrows and laughs, prompting Mira to join in. “I agree. It was super hot. And wet.” 

“You guys.” With her hands covering her face, Rumi whines loudly. Soft giggles surround her as do Mira and Zoey’s hands, still caressing her, still holding her tenderly. Joy swells in her chest, her soul humming in correspondence to them, and it manifests in the form of adoration slipping out of her mouth. “I love you two.”  

“I love you both.” 

“I love you two too!”