Amaranthine

“What the FUCK just happened!?” Kennedy yelled over her comms. Her girls had just come back within link range, and Cait and Qi were keyed up more than she’d ever felt save Winnipeg. Maybe more.

-ME FLAVOR APOCALYPSE.-, Breastman responded, doing little to soothe her. -DON’T WORRY, DIFFERENT UNIVERSE. I THINK.-

“Fucking what!?” Kennedy yelled once more, fighting to sit up in bed. Cait being able to pull power out of her was a good surprise in some ways, reeaaaalll fucking annoying in others. If they ever had that talk with Lira and Qi about boundaries, the two of them might need to have a superpower sidebar.

“It’s all good, babe,” Cait cut in, speak of the devil. “We saved the day and everything. Even got a bunch of former Silvers out of there.”

If anything, that just forced more questions into Kennedy’s skull, for which she had absolutely no space. She groaned, falling back against the pillow she’d fought so hard to rise from.

“Head back to the Column,” she ordered, “we gotta debrief. See what else they knew about these guys.”

As she sighed, letting the comm connection fall, Lira lifted her head from between her legs, where she’d been since Kennedy woke up an hour ago. No amount of waving off had dissuaded her, so Kennedy had finally accepted her role as bowl of milk to Lira’s cat.

“What,” Kennedy asked, raising an eyebrow as she lifted her head slightly to meet Lira’s own questioning gaze, “I’m finally actually stressed out and you’re just gonna stop?”

Lira’s bright green eyes threatened to roll out of her skull, but Kennedy felt her lips twitch up into a smile, then felt those lips get back to doing what they did best. Her body tightened for just a moment as Lira switched from a kind of relaxed, slow, worship to really trying to get Kennedy to cum.

After an hour of attention, the insane buildup and arousal had somehow started to feel normal, fading into the background of her mind. Enough that she’d been able to have a coherent conversation, at least, and to her great embarrassment, Cait had shown her that wasn’t always the case.

If the gang called again now, they would find a much different Kennedy answering them, if she even could. Her body tensed as Lira sucked her clit into her mouth, doing nothing but massaging the sensitive flesh with her lips, but even that was enough to make Kennedy grip the sheets like they were the side of a cliff and she was falling off. She felt them cut rents into the soft satin, and lamented forgetting what a link with Qi entailed. Just as she was reaching her height, Lira’s lips parted with a performative ‘pwah!’ and moved themselves to Kennedy’s inner thigh.

Oh, this bitch.

Kennedy let those troublesome talons trail against Lira’s scalp as she dove one hand into her hair, clenching one big handful. The redhead made a very satisfying squeak of submission as Kennedy wrenched her head back around to where it belonged, grinding that pretty face into her pussy. Lira, having gotten exactly what she wanted, complied with enthusiasm.

Not for the first time, Kennedy marveled that Lira’s tongue was a work of Biology, not Magic. She’d had sex with Qi now, who depending on how she was feeling, had a tongue that was more or less a foot long and sensuously well controlled. So it really said something that Kennedy would pick Lira every time.

The redhead just knew her, inside and out, in a way that honestly didn’t even make sense for the amount of time they’d been together physically. That wasn’t even mentioning the absolute love that flowed from her during every lick, every kiss. Sure, maybe it was egotistical. Okay, it was definitely egotistical, but knowing, with utter certainty, that you were the flavor someone would request for their last meal just made a girl feel like a Goddess.

A Goddess about to head back to heaven, Kennedy thought, as Lira’s pert little nose nudged up against her clit and her tongue curled up against her G-spot. Her eyes rolled back and her hand went loose in the tangle of Lira’s fiery hair. She felt her body roll on its own, riding the waves of her orgasm as Lira worked her expertly, keeping it rolling out of her, crashing from her center for more than a minute.

When she finally had control of her body again, that hand clenched tight in Lira’s hair once more, and Kennedy’s other found her throat, yanking her up easy as a doll into a kiss so deep it might as well have been a second round.

Mmm… fuck, I kinda get it. I taste fucking good.

That kiss was still happening when the door to the room swung open, filled immediately by Cait, trying and failing to look stern.

“You’re fucking,” she said, arms crossed, lips doing their damndest not to twitch up into a grin, her eyes twinkling. “I just stopped an apocalypse and you’re fucking.”

It was Lira’s hand that found Kennedy’s throat this time, pushing her back into the pillow as she put all her weight against the scaled armor to raise herself up and look back at Cait.

“I’m fucking,” Lira corrected, nodding her head back at Kennedy “Would you believe I’ve been eating her out for an hour, and this inconsiderate slut hasn’t so much as touched my pussy?”

Kennedy felt Lira wiggle her hips at Cait, a few drops of burning hot liquid falling against her own.

Cait looked like she might actually die, and through their link, she felt like it too. Kennedy could imagine. The view she had right now would be too much for a eunuch to handle, and Cait was as far from that as it got. She was also covered, head to goddamn toe, in dripping gore. Honestly, goth aesthetic or not, it would be a little much even for Kennedy to bone down with her like that.

God, apparently as eager to see this play out as anyone, intervened in the form of a Dragon.

Cait was swallowed in an inferno burst of flame, coming out the other side clean as a heat sterilized scalpel. “You’re welcome,” growled Qi on her way to the shower.

The flame had done double duty, also doing away with Cait’s pesky supersuit. No matter how many times Kennedy saw it, the magic trick of the suit’s feminine lines being replaced by Cait’s massive, throbbing meat stick would never stop being baffling.

Lira beckoned over her shoulder, leaning back to rest her thighs against Kennedy’s. Her weight felt good there, especially when Cait joined her, straddling both of them and sliding into Lira’s ready pussy like it was the most casual thing in the world.

Despite Cait’s attitude and Lira’s confidence however, the massive blonde was not something one could receive ‘casually’. Lira gasped, back arching, hands reaching down to steady herself against Kennedy’s breasts. As soon as they’d rested there though, they were lifted right back up, Cait wrapping both hands around Lira’s neck to bend her backwards, kissing her from above. Kennedy could feel her arousal beginning to build again as she watched her girlfriends like that, running her eyes from where Cait gripped Lira’s throat to her extended, vulnerable body. Her eyes rested on Lira’s tummy, watching a slight bulge appear and disappear in time with the rolling of Cait’s hips.

Yeah, I’m ready for round two, she thought.

Lira had gone entirely limp in Cait’s hands, a feeling Kennedy knew well, so when Cait picked up on Kennedy’s empathic go ahead and released her throat, the redhead fell, sprawling against Kennedy’s chest. She felt Lira’s breath, hot and fast against her neck, as she recovered from the welcome, but overwhelming, intrusion. Kennedy stroked the back of her neck, cooing, telling her what a good girl she was, all the while trying to keep the warring nervousness and excitement out of her voice. Cait was hiking her legs up under Lira’s, and the hot, heavy weight sliding along her slit removed any possible questions about what came next.

That sliding stopped, and Kennedy felt an insistent pressure against her entrance. She pulled Lira’s face close into her neck, tight like a stuffed animal for comfort, and met Cait’s eyes.

Those forest green globes took on a hard kind of kindness during sex. Like Cait was going to give you exactly what you wanted, even if you had to be shown it was what you wanted. It made her feel small. It made her feel taken care of. It made her fucking wet. She bit her lip, and nodded, just slightly.

Despite a month of almost nothing but this, Cait’s size hadn’t stopped being a shock. Kennedy kind of hoped it never would be. The hot pain of that initial stretch…. It made the pleasure it grew into all the sweeter.

Each of Cait’s thrusts crashed into her like a wave, leaving her both overwhelmed with sensation, but still keenly aware of each inch, each pulsing vein of Cait’s cock as she made Kennedy’s pussy her own. Really it was a miracle she could even still perceive Lira, recovered enough now, as she kissed and licked at Kennedy’s neck, the occasional lovebite stopping her from drifting away fully into bliss, keeping her conscious.

She felt Lira rise off of her swinging her leg off to sit up and whisper something into Cait’s ear. The burst of wicked excitement that came from both of the girls was a little concerning, but far more exhilarating. Cait wrapped her arms around Kennedy’s waist lifting her off the bed and into a suspended kiss without leaving her for a moment. Then she reached around, grabbed the base of Kennedy’s tail, and flipped her around dropping her to her knees.

Kennedy’s face hit the pillow, and she started to rise onto all fours, but Cait’s hand covered the side of her face, pressing her right back down. Lira’s much smaller hand joined it, fingers interlacing with Cait’s, its very presence more impactful than the minor added weight.

“We want you just like that, baby,” Cait purred, lining herself back up and thrusting back inside. It wasn’t like Kennedy could get more full, but…. Fuck, maybe it was like that, it felt like her entire stomach was just Cait. She felt Lira’s small fingers stroke along her belly, realizing they were tracing the shape of the lump Cait’s shaft made her guts form in her abdomen before they found her clit, gently circling the pulsing nub and making Kennedy let out sounds that couldn’t be described in any way other than a whimper. And that was before Cait pulled her tail aside, and Lira ran that magic tongue over Kennedy’s asshole and up Cait’s shaft during an outstroke.

It took maybe a minute of that treatment before Kennedy’s vision whited out and she was wracked with an orgasm so powerful the only thing holding her ass up was Cait’s cock and her tail clenched in her fist. Cait let that go, and Kennedy fell forward, spent.

Or she thought she was spent. When Lira’s firefall hair fell back around her face, her weight pressing rhythmically against her back, and Kennedy realized Cait was using her as a bed to rail Lira on, her talon, trapped underneath her, snaked its way down to her pussy once more.

If you’d told me a month ago I’d ever cum from sex, I’d probably have fought you. Now I’m going back for thirds.

Her proclivities made the experience of being pressed into the bed by Cait giving Lira the absolute business on top of her nearly as hot as being Cait’s business partner herself, and she blissed out a little. She returned to herself only during the little peaks of pleasure as Lira reached her own orgasms, so much easier for her than Kennedy.

“-you sure?” Kennedy heard Cait whisper after one of those, her breath rough and ragged in a way Kennedy was starting to know well.

“Hell yeah I am, she loves it,” Lira nearly growled, clearly immensely into whatever she was suggesting.

Cait groaned, and the rhythmic pressure against Kennedy’s back ceased.

It was replaced immediately by a massive intrusion, Cait’s cock filling her to the womb, pushing both of them over the edge. The waves of her orgasm pulsed out of sync with the pulses of liquid heat filling her center, but each sensation elevated the other. Kennedy knew she was literally mewling like a kitten, but couldn’t give half a fuck. Lira leaned over her, catching one of those mewls in her mouth with a gentle kiss. Her bright green eyes shone with mischief and satisfaction against the red backdrop of her hair.

“Aren’t you glad I followed you to the big city?’ she asked.