Sixteen Avirin
SIXTEEN
Avirin
Cascade settles between Avirin’s legs. “We’ll take it slow. Open you up.”
The head of Cascade’s cock teases her entrance, but Avirin can hardly feel it before it’s gone again.
Cascade keeps their eyes locked together. “It should start slow the first time. Your husband should savor you”
Cascade lowers her face so they can be closer, all three of them sharing the same breath. She rocks her hips and eases past Avirin’s folds, but as soon as Avirin starts to make a sound, Cascade pulls back again.
“Every change on your face,” Cascade murmurs. When she breaches Avirin again, Avirin tenses, and Cascade withdraws. “Every sound you make.”
Cascade’s fingers move against Avirin’s clit in time with the motion of her hips. The sensations are so strange and new that Avirin doesn’t know what to make of them, but every time the pressure between her legs starts to feel like too much, Cascade pulls away.
It makes Avirin want more. Some part of her is screaming that this is deplorable behavior, but that part is very far away indeed.
With every glorious thrust, Avirin makes excuses for herself.
Yes, Cascade is a woman, but — gods — she knows how to use a cock.
Cascade calls Avirin her wife, and is that not almost the same as being married?
Lord Riften is only here as a chaperone, ensuring nothing untoward happens.
This union is righteous. This union is very, very good.
It’s so easy to convince herself. Avirin’s knees fall open when she wriggles her hips to get closer. Cascade meets her efforts and rolls deeper, and Avirin lets out a puzzled cry, clutching at Lord Riften’s knees when Cascade pumps slowly in and out of her.
The wooden cock grows darker with Avirin’s desire. It’s such an odd feeling, a stretch unlike anything Avirin has known. Her vision blurs, but the sight of where they meet is hypnotic, her swollen cunt clinging to Cascade’s member.
Lord Riften must think so too, because his hips rut, rocking Avirin further onto Cascade.
Avirin whines. Lord Riften hisses an apology, but Avirin’s shaking head falls back against his shoulder.
She can’t speak. She can’t tell them how good it feels.
Her mind is a needy mess, but Lord Riften looks into her eyes and understands.
They cradle the back of her neck. “Do you want me to help you take more?”
Avirin nods. Lord Riften tightens their arms around her waist, bracing their feet on the mattress and rocking their hips forward.
It makes Avirin squirm, gooseflesh spreading across her skin when Lord Riften works her over the wooden cock.
It’s so sinfully erotic, being pressed between two beautiful people clutching her like a favorite toy.
When Avirin pants, Cascade slows her movements, inching forward until she’s seated to the hilt. “There you are,” she purrs. She watches where they meet and rubs soothing circles into Avirin’s thighs, patiently waiting for her to adjust.
Sweat clings to the back of Avirin’s neck.
This feels so different than she imagined.
There is no piercing pain, no disconnect from her body, just an odd sort of discomfort that blooms steadily into pleasure.
A tendril of her hair falls loose from its pins, but that doesn’t stop her from trying gracelessly to fuck herself over Cascade.
It’s helpless and embarrassing, but she can’t stop herself. She needs it.
Cascade coos in amusement. “What happened to my sweet little virgin? I thought you didn’t know what you were doing.”
In response, Avirin drops her hand between her legs, sliding the V of her fingers against her clit and Cascade’s cock.
Cascade groans as their naked bodies mold together. Avirin’s touch is hesitant, but Cascade’s praise emboldens her to explore. “I love when you touch me,” she breathes. “When your hands ask for more.”
The knot in Avirin’s stomach cinches tighter. She runs her fingers up Cascade’s neck and skims a thin branch that extends from her head. When Avirin reaches the leaves, she takes one gently in hand, teasing the tips and rubbing the soft leaf between her fingers.
Cascade laughs when her hips stutter. Her tongue lowers to Avirin’s nipple, and the pebbled feeling makes Avirin arch, chest heaving when Cascade licks and sucks.
There’s a crackling sound from Lord Riften’s back, but Avirin can’t be sure what it is. She can hardly hear it over the feeling of everything else, of Lord Riften cupping her breast while Cascade’s warm mouth closes over her nipple.
“Someone enjoys watching you, Avirin.” Cascade smirks.
She rests her head on Avirin’s chest, holding Lord Riften’s gaze while she grazes her teeth against Avirin’s breast. “Perhaps I should be jealous…but then, you’re my wife, aren’t you?
” With a dark chuckle, Cascade rolls deeper, making Avirin moan.
“I’m the one inside you. Kissing you. Fucking you. Getting every part of you.”
Sensuously, she outlines Avirin’s full curves before she fucks into her again. Avirin’s ass rolls back between Lord Riften’s legs, and he tightens his grip on her.
Cascade drags her mouth to Avirin’s ear, teasing with teeth and tongue before she whispers, “Should we let them watch me feed you, too?”
Avirin’s face lights up.
Cascade grins and guides their mouths together. “Pye will stop you when it’s too much.”
Pye makes a strangled sound, but Cascade’s lips part against Avirin’s, slick and swollen when Avirin inhales.
Blue smoke flows between them. Cascade presses closer, turning the feeding into a sordid kiss, her essence coiling around both their tongues.
She tastes like spices and earth, star anise and burning leaves.
Avirin swallows more, and Cascade makes a hot sound in the back of her throat.
When their hips grind together, the smoke between them glows brighter.
That spurs Avirin on. Her hands travel down Cascade’s body to grip her hips, to urge her deeper. This time, it’s Cascade who whines, her hip bones slapping against the backs of Avirin’s thighs as she fucks into her.
There’s a sound behind Avirin. She can hardly make it out until Pye’s hoarse voice draws close to her ear. “That’s enough, Lady Avirin.”
The trickle of smoke has become a stream, spilling out of Avirin’s mouth like she can’t swallow it all. She gulps and gulps, but there is always more to take.
Pye speaks again, but Avirin can’t hear him.
It’s like he’s at the far end of a long hall, and she is too wrapped up in the taste of Cascade to listen.
A part of her knows she’s taking too much, that she’s draining Cascade, but that part has been drowned under the deluge.
Hot, pulsing need fills the room. Cascade’s sounds are muffled by Avirin’s mouth, her movements growing sloppy and weak as she fights to get closer to Avirin.
A touch settles on Avirin’s throat. It’s so featherlight that she might not have noticed it if it did not bring new life to her hunger. She doesn’t understand it, but she wants more of that touch. She wants that steady hand against her neck. She wants Pye to hold her like this.
The fingers tighten, applying soft pressure until her airway constricts. Avirin makes a strangled sound, and she stops inhaling. Cascade gasps like she’s surfacing from beneath water, and the smoke between them dissipates.
Cascade’s eyes are still glassy. The color has faded from her leaves, and her arms wobble, but that doesn’t stop her from burying her face into Avirin’s neck. Her hips find a steady pace again, and Avirin’s words jumble together at the sound of their skin meeting again and again.
Pye releases his hold on Avirin’s throat, but her head lolls back toward him. She can’t think straight. She knows only what she craves. “Choke me again.”
Pye’s cock twitches against her. “It’s too much for you.”
His voice is rough. He’s trying to be sensible, but she’s long past that. She grinds back in search of friction, rolling against his hard length and trying not to whine. “Please,” she gasps, “Pye —”
He looks at her like he’s been set ablaze.
It takes a moment for her to realize why.
Never has she called them by their given name.
Never has she pulled back that final, thin curtain of propriety between them.
She doesn’t know where it came from, but she loves the way it sounds.
The way it feels. She wants to keep it in her mouth forever.
Pye’s hand tightens around her throat. “Say it again,” they beg, like she holds their entire world on her tongue. “Say my name like that.”
The desire in the room grows to a fever pitch.
Avirin clutches the back of Cascade’s neck, her nails raking Pye’s thigh.
“Pye —” Her breath dances across his jaw, and she feels like a siren drawing him closer.
She wishes she could tempt him into taking more of her, all of her, until there is nothing left.
When she licks her lips, her tongue brushes their mouth.
They are so close that she could close the gap and finally, finally kiss them.
When Cascade thrusts, it rolls Avirin against Pye, the three of them moving toward the same crescendo. Pye’s fingers press to the pulse in Avirin’s neck. Her blood slows. Her head swims. Her mind is carried away with pleasure, but the look in Pye’s eyes pulls her back.
She has never seen a look like that. She can’t decipher it. Gentle. Agonizing. All-encompassing, all at once.
She doesn’t know what it means, but it sends her crashing over the edge.
When Avirin comes, it sends Cascade toppling, the dominoes of one release knocking into the other. Cascade ruts completely into Avirin, turning her vision white with pleasure. Behind Pye, there’s the crackling sound again, and something tears in two.
Avirin wonders if her fervor has broken the bed clean in half.
Whatever it is, Cascade couldn’t care less.
She nuzzles Avirin’s chest and presses lingering kisses to her skin.
Avirin traces soft lines down the length of Cascade’s back, and Cascade mewls happily.
The grain of Cascade’s wood meets Avirin’s fingers, a soothing texture that draws her hand again and again.
When she reaches Cascade’s hips, the dryad bottoms out, stirring a gasp from Avirin as Cascade rocks through the final strains of their release.
Avirin’s eyelids grow heavy. She settles back against Pye’s chest. They’re quiet now, but their delicate fingers still linger on her throat. Her pulse hammers into their skin. Perhaps it will make an infinite impression. Perhaps she will leave her mark on them as certainly as they have done to her.
If that is all they can have, it will have to be enough.