"Äzäleä?!." Exclaimed Naylyn, not believing the indecent masturbation perpetrated by the beautiful young woman of metalized, dark chocolate long wavy hair, and heterochromic irises of blue and yellow tonalities.
Like her roommate, she gave the appearance of a dutiful, studious damsel.
But her gaze is lost, accompanied with erratic, labored respirations; Leaving her breath visible in every noiseless exhalation, and flushed cheeks show her desperate effort, not wanting to moan aloud bedside her companion.
Nevertheless, the hand under her skirt continued exploring the expanses of her inner thighs, teasing with her index the moistened fabric of her laced thong.
While the scene is impressive to watch, it’s worth noting that Mätzeniä is not far behind of the trend. Her hands tentatively massaged her breasts without missing Äzäleä’s mild exhibitionism.
Vurckair pulled Naylyn along, and they both entered the hidden room.
"A spectacular view. Isn’t it?."
Mätzeniä replied absentmindedly. "Yes. Leä is often an ideal flower, like Perfection Incarnated. Untouchable, unattainable, untamable..."
Mätzeniä finally realizes the obvious; She wasn’t alone.
Looking away, she leaped to the side with an emerald Node casted in hand, throwing it to Vurckair’s head.
Even with the short distance, he effortlessly dodged; The Node’s speed was too slow in comparison to what he is used to face.
Basically, anything that doesn’t go faster than Mach 6 (2km/s) has no chance of hitting him.
"Good night, Miss Mäwller." Naylyn said from behind Mätzeniä. The former wielded her saber, the sharp edge near the latter’s neck, ready to behead Vurckair’s attacker.
He whistled in amusement. "Such protective intent is very appealing, Nalune. But the blade isn’t necessary. Or it is, «Piper»?."
"Piper?." Inquired Mätzeniä confused.
"If you prefer «Peeper», that’s fine by me. I don’t judge anyone for their tastes."
Mätzeniä’s entire face got red, including her ears. "I don’t spy on Leä!. I... I watch her over so no one tries anything strange with her."
"Really?." Vurckair joked sarcastically, as if he truly didn’t understand the meaning. "To me seemed the opposite. You want to see the event unfolding, save her, then feel her passionate gratitude. Or perhaps you expect someone with the guts to satisfy her, while you attentively watch. That it’s called a «Cuck Queen». But seeing how passive your approach is, you might not even count as a, Cuck Princess."
He snorted, and Mätzeniä growled briefly, the blade at her neck pressed tight, activating her Nimbar; An unkind reminder from Naylyn, just in case Mätzeniä attempted anything rash.
"I’ll behave. The saber is not necessary, Miss Nephron."
Naylyn didn’t complied, her gaze aggressive, bordering maniacal madness.
Vurckair moved in a blur, embracing Naylyn from behind, his hands tracing the damsel’s torso towards the modest breasts. "That expression doesn’t suit you, Nalune."
The comment snapped Naylyn back into reality, confused and excited because Vurckair was hugging her so intimately.
What made her lose focus, vanishing her saber.
"You’re very close." She stammered, wanting to change her posture, which only made her chest press against Mätzeniä, both sandwiched between the wall and Vurckair.
"But i want to be near. Close enough to be inside you."
Naylyn panicked. "Here?!. With her?!. N-No. My virginity... You can do as you like. You are the expert. But... Just You and Me."
"That seems appropriate. But there’s a small problem, Nalune."
"Which is?."
"Well, it’s not actually that small, and you can feel it, right?." Vurckair retracted the Adarga’s scales, and dry humped his hardened dick against Naylyn’s skirt; Of course, the movement reached Mätzeniä.
"Could you stop that?."
"Why, Piper?. Aren’t you the one using this place to get off?. Why is a problem if i do the same?."
"You are a man!."
"If it bothers you so much, you should help me, rather than complaint. «The sooner, the better», right?."
Even with everything Vurckair said, his gaze was locked on Naylyn’s excited face.
Likewise, Mätzeniä watched Äzäleä’s ongoing masturbation. "Fine. But you two leave afterward. And not a word to anyone about what happened here. Or what you saw."
{What a way to take advantage of this situation. But you’re not the only who can play}
"Okay, Piper. But we won’t leave if i’m still erect. Deal?."
"Deal..." Nothing occurred for a few seconds, until Mätzeniä broke the silence. "What we should do?."
"Wow, so eager now?." Vurckair teased, and Mätzeniä kept her cool by using the young man’s phrase.
"«The sooner, the better»."
"Jha!. Sure..." Aware of Mätzeniä would follow his suggestions, as long as they weren’t exaggerated, he devised a plan. "Tell me Piper; Which one is your dominant hand?."
She rised her right.
{Nice. As a Handleress, Naylyn must be ambidextrous}
"Good. Both of you stay straight with your legs firm." They obeyed, and given his position; Vurckair used his wolfish dick.
The extra length came in handy when he let the girthy shaft pass between the lady’s thighs.
"Nalune, reach out and touch the tip of my cock. Piper will do the same. Don’t be shy and intertwine your fingers."
They followed the instructions to the letter, while Vurckair groped Naylyn’s and Mätzeniä’s breasts over their clothes.
"Any problem, Piper?."
"No. Whatever you need to end this torture."
"Really?!. Then brace yourself." He thrusted his dick forth, gliding between the thighs, and rubbing against the private’s of both ladies.
The sudden sensation forced Mätzeniä to use her free hand to cover her mouth. Not wanting to give Vurckair the satisfaction of hearing her moans.
Which backfired immediately. Because her situation is not different from what Äzäleä is enduring.
"You are doing it wrong Piper." Commented Vurckair, his hand swapped place from the breast to Mätzeniä’s face.
He urged her to move her hand away. She didn’t want to do it, but complied, revealing her drooling mouth; What made her try to keep her lips sealed.
But was short lived.
When Vurckair’s fingers demanded entry, she let them pass between her sensuous maroon lips.
The sensation of acceptance and faint resistance gave Mätzeniä a ticklish pleasure she was unaware of.
"Suck on them. Slowly, and with purpose; Treat them with your tongue as if they were wounded after protecting the Sexy Lady masturbating in the bedroom..."