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I nibbled my lower lip, feeling myself relax into the moment. “Fine.” I undid the top button of my dress. Then another. The lace dress was fitted with some boning; I didn’t need to wear anything extra underneath. I’d never been sure about my breasts. They were nothing special. Large and just … there.

“Another?” Lysander suggested, his eyes on my cleavage.

I sucked in a breath, undid two more buttons, then pushed the fabric aside.

“Fuuuck,” Kage breathed. “Absolutely magnificent.”

I felt heat flush up my body, up my stomach, over my chest. My nipples tightened as they stared at me.

“They’re even more perfect than I thought they’d be,” Lysander admitted.

“I wish I could wrap my mouth around one. Suck one nipple between my lips, taste the little bud as it puckered and turned hard, and then …” Lysander gave Kage’s hair another playful yank. “Fine,” Kage grumbled. He looked at Lysander’s cock and licked his lips. “Can I keep going?”

“Can you?” I stared. “Yes. Keep going.”

Kage’s jaw widened as he took more of Lysander in, letting his cock fill his mouth. I imagined the feeling of the silky shaft pumping in and out of his throat. Lysander’s eyes were half-lidded, his legs planted firmly as Kage pumped his own cock with one hand and sucked with his mouth, his head bobbing back and forth expertly. My hands weren’t in my lap anymore, treacherous things. They’d slid down my legs. One was between my thighs. Not doing anything. Just … sitting there.

“Do you need some help?” Lysander asked, breathlessly. He moaned as Kage took him deeper.

“What kind of help?” I whispered.

“Perhaps instruction?” he suggested.

I nodded slowly. “All right.”

“Slide one hand over your breasts. Lift your skirt up higher with your other. Touch yourself between your legs—I want to see how wet we’ve made you.”

That was fairly detailed. I did as he said, running one hand over my breasts, feeling the way my nipples had already tightened. Then I lifted my skirt and slowly slid a hand between my thighs. I was drenched. I moaned as my fingers touched swollen, sensitive flesh.

“Slide your fingers across your pussy,” Lyander commanded. “Slide one inside.”

It had been a long time since I’d touched myself like this. It had been a long time since I’d been this turned on—to be honest, probably never. Kage and Lysander seemed like they’d be attentive lovers. The kind I’d only read about in books. I’d never had male attention like that in real life. In my experience, it was never really as satisfying for me as it seemed to be for my partner. The only time I’d ever come was on my own. Now I couldn’t help but wonder … Could my triad change that?

I moaned as my fingers slid across my bud, down my pussy and inside.

“I said one,” Lysander complained.

I gave a little whimper. “I can’t help it.”

“Do you want to play this game or not?” he asked.

I nodded. “Y-yes.”

“Then, you don’t come until I do,” he said, smiling wickedly. Beneath him, Kage gripped Lysander’s hips, his mouth moving up and down the shaft. Lysander groaned, his eyes on me as I slid a finger inside myself as Kage sucked him off. “Yes. Like that. Good.” Kage bobbed back and forth again, and Lysander’s lips parted. “Oh, fuck. Yes, I’m close. Keep going.” And then Lysander made a sound, half choke, half growl, and I knew he was coming.

I stared as Kage slid his hand back and forth, his cheeks hollowing as Lysander came inside his mouth, and he sucked every bit of him down, then leaned his head back, and licked every last drop of him off with his tongue, panting a little.

My fingers stroked my clit, one finger still sliding in and out. It wasn’t enough, though, I wanted more. I couldn’t ask for it: They’d sworn they wouldn’t touch me. Not even if I wanted them to. But suddenly I found I did. I wanted. Very much. Very badly. If not their cocks, then their mouths. Any mouth would do. I let out a little whimper.

Lysander looked at me. “Do you see now? How good this could be? All of us together?”

I nodded helplessly. “Please.”

“Tell Kage what you want him to do,” Lysander said. He sank down into an armchair, still buck naked—but unlike some men, he didn’t look vulnerable or weak or exposed. He was already half-hard again. He slid a hand around his cock as Kage moved toward me, his own erection large and obvious.

“I won’t touch you,” Kage reminded me.

“Touch yourself,” I gasped. “Please.”