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Hair loose on their shoulders and skin bared to each other. They’re half-lying, half-sitting on Rumi’s California king bed, the very picture of leisurely indulgence. Naked skin—save for Rumi’s boxers—lips kiss-swollen and hands twitching with the eager need to touch and feel.
Mira’s lithe fingers are drawing circles on Rumi’s knee, the touch gentle enough to borderline ticklish. “I can’t believe you waited this long to tell us you have a—“
“Huge ass dick!” A gleeful smile sits on Zoey’s face as she interrupts Mira with a playful slap of her palms on Rumi’s stomach. The impact has Rumi jolting with a yelp, cheeks flushing hot from the drag of warm palms down her hips and the brash words coming out of Zoey.
She squirms on the bed, stammering as Zoey manhandles her boxers off her hips. Rumi doesn’t fight it despite her squirming. The fabric flies across the room, comically fluttering to the floor as a silence suddenly descends between all three girls. Two pairs of eyes are locked between Rumi’s legs, fixated on the long and thick cock standing at full attention, bobbing as precum dribbles out the slit of the cockhead, slowly leaking down the shaft in a tantalizing display.
Rumi fidgets quietly, nerves rolling in her stomach as she watches Mira and Zoey stare at her with an intense look. Hunger and desire swirl in their gazes, and that has Rumi squirming, her own arousal responding to the way her girlfriends’ want her.
“I’m, uh… I just didn’t know… when to tell you?” A sheepish smile tugs at Rumi’s lips.
Zoey leans in first, her warm lips gliding up Rumi’s inner thighs as she plants gentle kisses on soft skin. Her fingers curl around the back of Rumi’s knees, tapping lightly as if to reassure her. “It’s okay, Rumi. It is a scary topic to bring up when you’ve been hiding for most of your life.” Zoey’s tone is soft and sweet as she rests her cheek on Rumi’s knee, fondness and adoration gleaming in her eyes as she peers up at Rumi.
“Yeah,” Mira licks her lips before she bends her head, brushing her mouth slowly along Rumi’s knee. “The whole half-demon thing, the patterns, sealing the Honmoon—it probably was in the back of your head the entire time.”
And here now, with her girls touching her, looking at her like she’s the only thing that matters in the world—Rumi feels her heart wobble and her stomach flip, emotions swelling in her chest while her core floods with arousal. It’s an odd sensation to be feeling so loved and aroused at the same time, but Rumi cracks a grin as she stares down at her girls. Hers. Mira and Zoey caressing her thighs as they stare up at her with unmatched love and affection.
“Yeah,” Rumi inhales deeply, her hands reaching out to cup Mira and Zoey’s cheek each, thumbs sliding gently, reverently across their cheekbones. “You’re with me now. All of me. That’s what matters.”
“And your… pistachios.” Zoey waggles her eyebrows, a flirty suggestive glint in her eyes as she playfully nips at the skin of Rumi’s thigh. It has Rumi shivering, pleasure rushing up her spine like a hot ember. “You can cum? You can fill us up, baby?”
Zoey’s words are a potent concoction of lust and desire, of a hopeful wish the three of them shared with each other on a soft, intimate late night bundled up on the couch as they spoke about the future. Their future. Knowing that Rumi was capable of being fertile, knowing that Rumi was able to help them conceive—it’s a game changer.
Because starting a family together had remained a far away dream until they sealed the Honmoon and all the truths were laid out before the three of them. Crackling, shimmering, iridescent truth floating freely.
Rumi groans as Zoey’s words rush up her spine, heat steaming and crackling like tension erupting from cooled down lava. She shudders as arousal floods her belly, her cock twitching and throbbing from how much she wants her girls.
“Y-Yes. I-I can.” Rumi whines, breathy as the words leave her lips.
“Yeah, Rumi? You’ll fill us up? Breed us like a good girl?” Mira is dangerous right now, mischief and sultry seduction enveloping her as she drags her warm mouth and wet tongue up the crease of Rumi’s hip and thigh. She moans as she tastes salt and arousal on her tongue.
Rumi’s cock bobs from the sensation of Zoey and Mira’s mouths on her inner thighs, close but not close enough. Her hands flex, fingers gripping black and pink hair tightly as Zoey and Mira both descend on her cock. Two pairs of lips kissing the base of Rumi’s cock has her letting out a guttural moan, relief and disbelief rocking through her senses as she watches her girlfriends slowly kissing and licking at her cock.
“Yes, yes, please!” Rumi lets out a whimper, making soft pitiful noises as her eyes dilate to dark black pools. Arousal and lust tinged with a needy desperation.
“Pistachios.” Zoey giggles as she murmurs under her breath. There’s a fond and exasperated eye roll from Mira while Rumi blushes a shade brighter.
“Zoey.” Rumi and Mira groan simultaneously.
With another mirthful giggle, Zoey nuzzles into Rumi’s balls, her cheek pressed against Rumi’s inner thigh. A heady whiff of musk is inhaled, something essentially Rumi, and it makes Zoey moan low and loud. She loves how Rumi smells, how Mira smells as well. Her tongue darts out to lap at the soft sack, smirking at the way Rumi immediately groans above her. It’s salty and musky, the taste of Rumi stark on her tongue as precum dribbles down that thick shaft.
“You smell good, mhmm, can’t wait to have you in my mouth, Rumi.” Zoey purrs as she suckles on Rumi’s sack, the flat of her tongue lapping slowly.
“She tastes good, Zo.” Mira moans as she licks her way up Rumi’s shaft, kitten licks applied to the sensitive ridge of the tip, and she giggles as Rumi squirms and gasps, face flushing red as pleasure washes over her. It’s an intense sort of pleasure, the type that’s concentrated on her cock and balls as her girls worship her, love her, unravel her with their sensual touch and filthy words.
“Thick and hard in my mouth.” Mira winks up at Rumi, and the sight of her taking Rumi’s cockhead in between those plush lips is heavenly. It’s sinful. It’s so hot. Fuck, Mira’s mouth is so wet and warm, and when she sucks—
“F-Fuck, Mir!” A strangled noise leaps out of Rumi’s mouth when Mira sucks hard on the tip, forcing Rumi’s hips to jerk involuntarily. Her hand grips tight on Mira’s pink hair, eliciting a moan as pain-pleasure stings along her scalp.
“Oh, you’re throbbing, Ru.” Zoey murmurs gleefully as she hums along Rumi’s balls. She sucks and licks at the sensitive skin there, lapping at the base of Rumi’s cock as Mira works her magic around the tip. Here, Zoey lets her mouth run, lets the dirty talk flow out and rouse them into a cocoon of sensual lust.
She brings a hand up to cup Rumi’s sack, fingers rubbing the soft flesh that’s not currently in her mouth, “I love your balls, Ru. A perfect mouthful, mhmm. So full and heavy… you’re going to breed us, right?”
“Pump us full of your cum? Make sure your seed takes deep inside of us?” Mira joins in on the filthy talk, a playful gleam mirrored in her eyes as she bobs her head on Rumi’s cock. Her tongue slides from side to side, focused on the underside of Rumi’s cock, the tip of her tongue tracing the path of a throbbing vein.
“O-Oh, fuck!” Rumi whines, a breathy and tortured moan as her lovers’ suggestive words wash over her. It’s lewd, yes, but the praise feels like molten heat flooding her stomach, warmth sliding over every inch of her skin, devotion and want swimming beneath the surface of obscenity. It’s good, embarrassingly good as Rumi whines uncontrollably.
“Answer us, baby.” A tentative squeeze of Zoey’s hand on her balls has Rumi’s abs flexing, a squeak rising out of her from the pressure on her sensitive parts.
“Y-Yes! Yes, I’ll breed you so good. F-Fill you up, have you dripping with my seed. I’ll fuck it back in, make sure both of your cunts are stuffed with my cum.” Rumi’s words shift from tentativeness to pure salaciousness, as if she was testing the words in her mouth before breathing them to life. The reaction is enough to stroke her ego—Zoey and Mira’s breaths hitching, moans spilling out wantonly before they double down with their mouths, slurping and sucking and licking until Rumi is shuddering and crying out loud, hips bucking—and then everything halts.
Her pleasure recedes. That tight coiling pressure relents, easing back to loose liquid arousal.
A whine slips out of Rumi as she blinks sluggishly, ragged breath exhaling from her lungs as she stares down at Zoey’s smirk and Mira’s devilish grin.
“Oh, not yet, baby. You can’t cum anywhere but inside of us, Rumi.” Zoey giggles as she rises and pushes Rumi down onto the bed in one smooth motion. She kisses her, lips slotting together until they’re both breathless.
A warm weight settles on top of Rumi, Mira straddling her hips, and the brush of soaked folds against her thick cock has Rumi gasping out loud. Her hands rush to grip Mira’s hips, hissing loudly as Mira grabs her shaft and teases the tip against her entrance. Mira sinks down effortlessly with how wet she is, and the velvety heat that envelops her entire cock is beyond incredible. Rumi is a spluttering mess of moans and whimpers by the time Mira is fully seated on her cock.
Two mouths kiss at her lips, her cheeks, her neck—scattering kisses on every inch of skin they can reach.
A delightful shiver rocks through Rumi as she feels Zoey’s mouth on the shell of her ear, hot breath puffing with every sultry word:
“You’re gonna breed us good, right, Rumi?” Zoey chuckles softly as she sinks her teeth into Rumi’s neck, relishing the throaty moans her girlfriends let loose.
“You’ll be good for us? I know you can, babe.” Mira hums and moans and purrs, her voice like a siren call as she rocks down, lifts her hips before sinking down on Rumi’s cock again and again. “What do you say?”
“Please, please—I can be, ngh, I can be good!” Gasping for breath and gritting her teeth, Rumi pulls Mira’s hips down as she thrusts upward, savoring the delighted moans she manages to pull out of her lover.
“Hah! R-Rumi—don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Whiny moans and harsh panting breaths drip from Mira as she clings to Rumi’s shoulders, mouth parted as she cries out every time Rumi fills her up, every time that thick cock slides deep inside of her.
A sweet giggle comes from Zoey as she busies herself with touching Rumi all over; roaming hands glide up and down Rumi’s sides, eager palms cup supple breasts and deft fingers roll stiff nipples. There’s a triumphant smile on Zoey’s lips as she explores Rumi’s body, mapping out every inch with a hunger to know and to love.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for us.” Zoey smiles as her lips graze the smooth column of Rumi’s throat.
It’s the way Mira is bouncing in Rumi’s lap, eager lifts and drops of her hips, constant slick heat squeezing around Rumi’s cock like a vice grip; it’s the way Zoey goads Rumi on with filthy speak and affectionate praise, her roaming hands gliding all over Rumi’s skin like she’s insatiable, the sneaky hand that snakes between Rumi and Mira’s undulating bodies to fondle at Rumi’s balls, squeezing and caressing until the two shudder and collapse into each other.
“R-Rumi! Come inside, come inside—I want it, want it, want it!” Mira’s mouth presses into Rumi’s, eager and hungry as their lips slot together again and again.
And Rumi chokes on a moan, gasping for air as pleasure slams into her like a violent wave. A crescendo of moans and whines rising in the bedroom as pleasure floods her senses, white-hot bursts of it cascading down her spine. It’s a relentless force, and Rumi surrenders to it as she wraps her arms around Mira, moaning into her girlfriend’s neck as thick ropes of hot cum spill from her cock. A viscous flood of heat that splashes deep in Mira’s cunt, filling her up to the brim.
Violent, delightful shudders roll through Rumi as aftershocks set in. Everything is a hazy blur, but it feels good, the way Mira’s slick walls squeeze around her shaft, milking her cock for every drop she has.
A slow kiss captures Rumi’s attention, and she leans into the slender hand cupping her cheek.
And then there’s a blur of movement; Mira lifts herself off of Rumi and lies on her back, a dribble of creamy white leaking out of her cunt before its slowly pushed back inside—the lewd squelch that follows is debauched enough to spark the heat coiling in Rumi’s belly—only to be replaced by Zoey as she straddles Rumi’s lap with a wicked grin.
“Oh, did you think you were done, unnie?” Zoey giggles, soft and light, a complete contrast to the obscene way she strokes Rumi’s drenched cock—the way she’s still soaked from Mira’s wetness is so damn arousing—before pressing it to her own pussy and sinking down on it. The moan that erupts out of their mouths is a sweet, saccharine sound.
“F-Fuck! You’re so wet—ngh!” Rumi’s eyes screw shut as she’s enveloped by Zoey’s walls, wet and hot and fluttering around Rumi’s cock like it’s trying to suck her in deeper. Grunts leave Rumi’s lips as Zoey immediately rocks down onto her, giving her no ounce of mercy as she sets a brutal pace with her bouncing.
Whines and moans continue to escape Rumi. She’s so sensitive, but she can’t deny that it feels so good. Especially with the way Zoey sinks her hands into Rumi’s hair and scratches so pleasantly with her blunt fingernails, murmuring sweet praise that makes Rumi’s belly flip and swoop, makes that arousal flare hotter and hotter.
“So big, unnie.” Zoey puts on a show with her sultry voice and her wicked words, panting and moaning and letting Rumi know exactly how it feels as she rides her thick cock. “I can feel Mira on your cock—fuck, that’s so hot. I can’t wait to feel you cumming inside of me… filling me up. Breeding me like. Your. Whore.”
Each filthy word is punctuated with a swift lift of Zoey’s hips and a harsh downward slam, the clap of skin reverberating within the room like an echo of their debauchery. Rumi can only stutter out moans as Zoey bounces in her lap, fucking down on her cock like she’s a personal fuck toy. It’s so hot, god, Rumi whimpers as Zoey tugs her face into her chest, smothering Rumi with supple softness.
“Oh my god—Zoey!” Harsh pants slip out of Rumi as she grips Zoey’s hips, holding on tight enough to leave a bruise in the shape of her fingers. “C-Close! I’m close—“
“Yes, yes, yes! Breed this pussy, unnie! Wanna feel you fill me up!” Urgency and excitement rises in Zoey’s voice as her nails scratch down Rumi’s back, moaning louder as she feels Rumi’s hips buck up into her. That thick cock slides deeper, smacking harshly in a particular spot that has stars bursting in Zoey’s vision.
They’re both a mess of moans and claps of skin, and a sly glance over to Mira lounging nearby reveals a hand between her long legs working furiously at her clit, the slick sound of wetness mingling with their moans.
A deluge of heat floods Zoey’s walls as their pleasure crests as one. Tension snapping as all that pressure building erupts in a cathartic release.
A yelp tumbles out of Zoey as Rumi surges beneath her, strong arms cradling her body as she’s suddenly uplifted. In the blink of an eye, Zoey finds herself on her back, breath hitching at the change in position; Rumi’s cock drives deeper inside of her, rubbing against her cervix as firm hands push her knees to her chest. A throaty moan tears out of her lungs as Rumi starts moving, setting a brutal pace as growls and grunts leave her panting mouth.
“Gonna breed you, Zoey. That’s what you wanted, yeah? To be filled up with my cum?” Rumi groans out loud as her hips smack harshly into the back of Zoey’s thighs again and again, a punishing repetition as she fucks her cum deeper inside of her lover.
“Yes—fuck, don’t stop, Rumi! K-Keep—oh, fuck—breed me, gimme your seed!”
“Ohhh, shit! I’m—” Rumi whines, a high pitched sound warbling at the back of her throat as she pumps her hips, lost in the sensation of her slick cock sliding in and out of Zoey’s pussy. Another broken moan dies on her lips as Rumi hilts deep in Zoey, grinding slowly as her hips finally stutter in its brutal pace. “Yes, fuck, take it, Zo! Take it all… every drop. All for you, it’s all for you.”
She drops her forehead to Zoey’s collarbones, sweat beading on her skin as Rumi pants harshly. Zoey’s knees bracket her sides, and she lets her palms glide down her girlfriend’s thighs, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath her touch. Her hips move in small half-circles, grinding out the last remnants of pleasure and making sure her cum is pushed in as deep as it can go. She’s making sure her seed takes—because that’s what Rumi really wants, her girls full of her, her girls carrying her children.
A family. With Mira and Zoey.
Slender hands smooth down Rumi’s back, and she hums pleasantly as they continue to stroke and caress her skin. Two pairs of lips graze her cheeks, her temples, her forehead before finally kissing her mouth. Zoey and Mira alternate between kissing her, slow and leisurely touches, sharing this intimate moment as sweet nothings and praises are murmured in the small proximity between the three of them.
Rumi feels sluggish but sated, warm and good all over. Her heart feels so full, a wealth of tender affection and adoration lapping at her sternum as she gazes upon her girlfriends.
“How was that?” Rumi asks with her words slightly slurred together. Her hands reach out and clumsily tug Mira and Zoey closer to her. Cuddles are a must, and Rumi is all too content to be draped over Mira and Zoey.
“Perfect. That was amazing.” Zoey smiles as she presses her lips to Rumi’s temple. “God, that felt so good, babe.”
“Mhm, yeah, tiger. You filled us up so well.” Mira ducks in for a kiss as well, taking her sweet time as she kisses the both of them leisurely. No rush, just tenderness in every touch.
Hope fills up her lungs as Rumi worms her hands between their flushed bodies, fingertips grazing the curve of Mira’s and Zoey’s lower stomach. It’s a slow brush of fingers before Rumi lets her palms settle over their navels, tentatively at first before her fingers are splayed out fully, almost protectively as her gaze swings between her two loves.
“I… I hope it takes. There’s nothing more I’d love than to start a family with you two.” Rumi sucks in a breath as she buzzes into Zoey and Mira, eyes fluttering shut as she feels their hands fall on top of hers.