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It starts the way all the best things start: with Xal’atath face down in the mattress as her adoring fiancee rails the living daylights out of her. It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, the week still only a vague, creeping nightmare at the peripherals, and Xal is very happy to be spending it getting absolutely hollowed out at the hands of Alleria Windrunner. Thoughts, concepts, words, they’re all sort of hazy, melting into a happy mush of pleasure, and so when Alleria, her voice raspy and tight, moans, “Fuck, Reesa,” Xal honestly does not register it. She does, however, register Alleria suddenly freezing, Alleria pulling out and scrambling back, and Xal has already moved to grab her wrist by the time her brain has caught up to the events.
“I’m sorry,” Alleria blurts out, looking absolutely anywhere but Xal. “I’m ‒ I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I’m ‒ shit, shit, I didn’t‒”
“Alleria, slow down,” Xal says, mostly out of muscle memory. Reesa, she had moaned. Reesa, as in Vereesa? Fascinating, but she has bigger fish to fry: Alleria is hyperventilating, her eyes wide, clearly jumping head-first into a panic attack, if not a fullblown episode. So Xal’atath tugs her back, sitting up against the headboard and pulling her into her lap, pressing soft kisses into her fluffy blonde hair as she clumsily takes the strap off. She might not be able to feel her legs right now, but she’s still a good partner, goddamnit. “I’m here, baby. I’m here. I’m not mad, and I’m not going to leave. Do you want to do your affirmations, darling?”
“Xal ‒ I don’t ‒ you don’t understand,” Alleria sobs, but thankfully she throws her arms around Xal and clings tight regardless of her protests. “You don’t ‒ you don’t know‒”
“We can talk about that if you want,” Xal’atath tells her, “but I need you to breathe for me first, alright? In, out. In, out. Good! Good girl.”
“I’m sorry,” Alleria says again, in between five second breaths. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t, I swear‒”
“Calm,” Xal’atath says softly. “You’re safe, Alleria. I’m not mad. You said someone else’s name, right?” She goes with someone else, because she thinks it might be a tad brusque to jump straight to you moaned your little sister’s name.
“I love you,” Alleria begs. “I love ‒ I love you so much, I promise, I love you so much and I would never, I would never, I‒”
“I know, Alleria.” And that’s the thing, because if this were anyone else Xal would be mad, she would be furious, she would be running out the door and keying the car. But Alleria? Alleria Windrunner? Alleria is so in love with her that it hurts, and the feeling is very much mutual. She knows she’s the one for Alleria. But maybe, just maybe, not the only one. “I love you so much it’s insane. Is it ‒ the, uh, the woman you named, do you‒”
“Oh, God,” Alleria whispers, and the hyperventilating starts up again. “Oh God, oh no, I’m so, I’m so sorry, so fucking‒”
“Your sister,” Xal’atath interrupts, because she thinks it’s probably best to just lay it all out on the table so that Alleria knows she’s not in trouble. “You moaned Vereesa’s name. Are you ‒ are you into her? I won’t be mad either way, I promise.”
“I didn’t‒” Alleria whines, looking at Xal’atath like it’s pouring rain and Xal’atath is the only one with an umbrella. “I’ve never told anyone ‒ I don’t‒”
“It’s alright,” Xal’atath says, and finds that it’s true. She’s never really given incest much thought, and if you asked her last week, she’d probably say that she’s generally against it, but she’d also say that anything and everything Alleria does is perfect ‒ and, besides, Vereesa is pretty cute, all things considered. “You have a thing for Vereesa?”
“All my life,” Alleria says hauntedly. “All my fucking life, Xal ‒ but I never, she doesn’t know ‒ oh, fuck, you can’t tell her, you cannot tell her, please‒”
“Of course I won’t tell her!” Xal’atath clicks her tongue, rolling her eyes as she rubs soothing circles into Alleria’s back. “You have a thing for Vereesa. Huh. Do you want to talk about it? Because we don’t have to, honest. We can just cuddle for a while and then maybe watch a movie.”
Alleria whines again. “I don’t ‒ you’re not mad? Or grossed out?”
Xal’atath shrugs. “You want to fuck me, right?”
Alleria nods so fervently that Xal’atath is a little worried she’ll hurt herself. “Yes, fucking, God, yes, Xal, I love you so much, I want ‒ I want you every fucking minute of every day.”
“Then who cares?” Xal’atath grins. “Plenty of couples have threesomes, y’know. So. You’ve wanted to fuck your sister your entire life?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Alleria murmurs. “I’m so sorry, I really am so fucking sorry, it’s just…”
“No, Alleria, I get it.” Xal’atath laughs, taking Alleria’s chin into her palm and tilting her face up so that she can press a soft kiss to the tip of Alleria’s nose. “It was hard enough for you to build up the courage to ask me out, I can’t imagine the subject of your incestual desires was a walk in the park to broach. But it’s done, now! I know, and I’m not mad, and I’m not grossed out, and I still love you just as much, if not even more.”
Alleria swallows. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Alleria,” Xal’atath warns, “you know very well that girls who talk like that get put in the self appreciation corner for fifteen minutes while they repeat their affirmations.”
Alleria laughs weakly, and then she rests her head on Xal’atath’s chest, and for a while they’re both silent, basking in each other’s presence. At length, Alleria says, “It’s not just… it’s not just, um. I don’t just want to, er…”
“Oh my God,” Xal’atath whispers, delighted. “Oh my God you’re in love with your sister! That’s so unbelievably adorable! Tell me everything! When did this start? Were you ‒ oh my God, was she your gay awakening?! Is that why you said it just ‘sorta happened?’”
Alleria’s brow furrows. “I don’t think that’s the response you’re supposed to have to your fiancee confessing that she’s been in love with her sister for years and years.”
“Okay, but. But.” Xal holds up a finger, giggling when Alleria immediately tracks it with her eyes. She’s really just a big lovable puppy, at the end of the day. “What’s your ideal scenario? Is it just her?”
“My ideal?” Alleria hesitates. “Like, deepest darkest secret, wet dream, encoded journal entry ideal?”
Xal nods.
“I guess…” Alleria blushes. “No, I mean… it’d be… you know. Both. But that’s ‒ I know that’s fucked up, really, I do, and I’m working on it, I swear, I’m trying to ‒ I’m trying to curb, um, or cut down on the, uh, the fantasies, although clearly I fucked it up here so that’s ‒ look,” she finishes. “I’m really sorry and ‒ and I hate it as much as you do, I promise.”
“Both,” Xal’atath murmurs. “Both of us. Both of us fucking you?”
Alleria blinks. “I ‒ what?”
“The fantasy,” Xal says. “The fantasy is Vereesa and I double team you?”
“The ‒ well, it would ‒ it would be me and you, um. Double teaming her. Or that’s…” Alleria winces, scratching the back of her neck. “That’s what I, er, I tend to think about.”
“You want me,” Xal says thoughtfully, “to fuck your baby sister?”
Alleria moans, bucking forward, and then she flushes so hard that the tips of her ears turn red. “Um ‒ I don’t ‒ I, wouldn’t, er‒”
Xal’atath grins, pushing Alleria down onto the mattress and climbing on top of her, the tips of her fingers finding Alleria’s clit and rubbing soft circles into it. “You want me to ruin her, hmm? You want us to work together? Maybe we’ll both wear straps, how does that sound? I can take her throat and you can take her ass?”
“Xal,” Alleria whimpers, her pupils blown as she rocks her hips desperately into Xal’s touch. “Holy fuck, Xal, that’s so insanely hot, oh Jesus‒”
“Think of how pretty she’d be,” Xal’atath husks. “Spitroasted on our cocks, covered in our marks? Think of how well we’d treat her. How well you’d treat her, baby, I know you would. Breakfast in bed and three orgasms before noon, yeah? She’d be so devoted to you, darling. To us. And every night we would lead her to this bedroom and we would ravage her, we would make her scream our names.”
“Xal ‒ Reesa,” Alleria moans, eyes fluttering shut, and Xal’atath is so, so proud of her, because she doesn’t even flinch when Vereesa’s name falls from her lips. “Vereesa, oh, fuck, Vereesa, she’s so ‒ she’s ‒ you’re‒”
“She’s mine,” Xal’atath agrees. Alleria is close, she can tell by the way her hips are quivering and her breath is losing its rhythm. “Mine and yours, that’s how you want it? I’m honored, Alleria, that you’d let me take care of your darling little sister. I’ll teach her everything I know about your body, baby, I’ll tell her just how to push your buttons, how to have you pleading her name for more. Do you like imagining that, Alleria? Do you like thinking about your baby sister fucking you?”
“Yes,” Alleria pants breathlessly. “Yes, yes, please, Xal, yes‒”
“I want you to say her name,” Xal’atath murmurs, “when you come. Alright, puppy? You’re going to cum for me ‒ no, for her ‒ and you’re going to say her name.”
“Ve‒Vereesa,” Alleria moans, her thighs shaking and then going limp as the pleasure washes through her. Xal’atath licks her fingers clean and then lies down on top of Alleria, nibbling lightly at her ear in an affectionate manner as she waits for her fiancee to reboot. It takes a minute, as usual, but, as usual, Xal’atath does not mind in the slightest. The chance to hold the love of her life in her arms, to close her eyes and just be, she’ll never get used to it, and she never wants to. “Xal,” Alleria says at last, sounding slightly mortified. “I don’t‒”
Xal’atath silences her with a kiss. “I know,” she murmurs, grinning wickedly. “It was really fucking hot, wasn’t it?”
Alleria huffs out a laugh, her fingers coming up to card through Xal’s hair. “That’s not ‒ that’s not all,” she says, blushing. “I mean ‒ I want all that, I do, but I just want… I want her, and you, and I know it’s fucked up and selfish but I can’t get myself to stop. I ‒ I wake up with you, and it’s perfect, but I can’t help but think, sometimes, how much better this would be if she were here. And I kiss you, and it’s enthralling, and then I pull back and I see your eyes gleam and I think, wow, it would be so fucking hot if you kissed her, and I…” Alleria looks away. “I… this is… promise you won’t be mad?”
Xal’atath chuckles. “Darling, I just got you off with a fantasy of the two of us having a threesome with your sister. I am the exact opposite of mad.”
“We… we were going to be, uh, maids of honor ‒ well. She is my maid of honor. But ‒ it was going to be… we had planned that for years, right? Like we’ve talked about? But I just… when I was little, and then even when I was way too old, honestly, I just…” Alleria swallows. “I wanted… I wanted her. It’s so fucked up, I know, it’s so gross, trust me, I hate myself for it plenty, but… sometimes, I think… fuck, God, I’m so sorry, this is‒”
“Alleria and Vereesa,” Xal’atath sings, “sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S‒I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Vereesa with a baby carriage!”
Alleria chews on her lip. “You don’t… you don’t think it’s fucked up? I mean, it’s incest, right? Isn’t that, like, the worst of the worst of the worst.”
“I think you love her,” Xal’atath says. “I think you love her and you love me and you want us all to be happy, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. And I think this is something you’ve struggled with for a long time, and I’m really proud of you for talking to me about it ‒ no, don’t interrupt, I know that you didn’t intend to let it slip, but you’re here now, you’re telling me about it and you’re letting me comfort you, and I know that’s very difficult for you, and I’m ever so proud. And…” Xal’atath smiles sadly. “And I’m sorry. I know it must hurt, to be in love with someone and know that they can never even know.”
“It’s ‒ yeah, fuck, Xal.” Alleria sighs. “It’s ‒ it’s really fucking rough. I can’t ‒ I can’t let her know, because it would ruin everything, and ‒ and it’s not, y’know, the end of the world, because I have you. And I love you so, so, so much, and I love this life we’ve built together, and I’m so happy every day because I know I get to spend it with you. But it’s just… I want. I want, and I don’t know how to stop wanting. And I need to stop, because it’s never going to happen, she would rather die ‒ you would rather die, I’m guessing‒”
“Well. I wouldn’t say that,” Xal’atath says slowly. “I mean. I can’t say I’ve given the matter much thought, but… she’s adorable, and very beautiful, and she’s… she’s fun to talk to, she’s endearing ‒ she’s lovely, honestly. She’s an all around lovely woman. The thought of her… of you, of us… hm.” Xal’atath laughs in disbelief. “No, I… I think I’d like that, Alleria, if it’s okay. I think I’d like that a lot.”
Alleria blinks, and then snorts. “Jeez, what a pair. We both have a crush on my sister.”
“We have great taste,” Xal’atath says, and then she leans down and presses a soft kiss to Alleria’s lips, because she can, and because she thinks Alleria needs it. “I know you’re scared, baby. You’re always so scared and it breaks my heart, but I’m here. I think you’ll feel a lot better, now that I know, won’t you? And you can talk to me about it whenever you want.”
Alleria exhales. “I’m sorry, Xal, I… I’m sorry I’m making you deal with this. I don’t ‒ I know this isn’t what you signed up for, uh, indulging in my perversions, and I‒”
“Alleria,” Xal’atath says dryly. “As if I’m not head over heels for your perversions. Besides, like I said, the idea isn’t unappealing. We could even make it a regular fantasy, if you’d like.”
“Wouldn’t…” Alleria hesitates. “That’d be fucked, though, wouldn’t it? To do that to her?”
Xal’atath hums. “I don’t see why it’s any worse than normal fantasies. And, anyways, she loves you so much, I don’t think she’d really even mind that much.”
Alleria snorts. “Right. Yeah. Wouldn’t mind that much. Try ‘would never talk to me again.”
“You said that about me, once,” Xal points out. “You thought I would never, ever say yes to a date. And look at us now. Living together, engaged, the proud mothers of the dirtiest little rat bastard ever known to man‒”
“Mr Dimensius is a gentleman and a scholar,” Alleria says seriously. “And he has more grace in his cute little nose than you have in your entire body. Even if he coughed up a hairball into my coffee this morning. You know what, no. Especially if he coughed up a hairball into my coffee this morning. I don’t see you doing little things like that!”
“I suppose not,” Xal’atath says. “I am a horrible, horrible witch and I would never do anything nice for you, and I certainly did not wake up early to make the coffee that the boy seasoned with his hair because I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”
Alleria laughs, and for a moment Xal’atath forgets the whole panic attack over incest thing, at least until Alleria tucks her nose into Xal’s neck and sighs. “Thank you for trying, Xal, but you know it’s not the same. It’s fine, really. I’ve lived this for as long as I can remember, and I’ve accepted that it’s not going away any time soon, even if I sometimes wish it would. When I met you, when I fell head over heels instantly, I thought maybe I was finally free, but no, of course not, I was just hopelessly in love with two women who I had no chance with. But I have you, somehow, and that’s more than enough.”
“I love you too, Alleria Bedelia,” Xal’atath says, and she presses kisses to Alleria’s jaw and thinks.
<OOO>
And that, of course, is not the end of it. The fantasy, first of all, is very quickly incorporated into their rotation, until Alleria (and, in time, Xal’atath) is moaning Vereesa’s name at least once a week. And she would expect it to be awkward, but it’s not, somehow. They still have Friday night dinner together every week, Vereesa still comes over whenever she misses the cat, Xal and Vereesa still have their sneaky little wedding conspiracies, and it’s all… it’s normal, regardless. Except it’s not, because Xal starts noticing things, about Alleria, about Vereesa, about herself. She notices the way Alleria gazes adoringly at Vereesa, she notices the way tries to keep both Vereesa and Xal in her sight, she notices the way Alleria just simply beams whenever Vereesa and Xal are talking. She notices that she likes it, she notices that she likes feeling at home, she notices that she seems to slip into their bond like she’s always been there. And she notices, oh, she notices Vereesa. She notices the way her hair flows over her shoulders, she notices the way her nose quirks when she laughs, she notices the creamy skin of her neck, just begging to be bitten and marked. And she notices, now, the way her cheeks are flush with wine, the way her legs curl up on the couch as she waves her hands wildly, accentuating a point that Xal’atath is only half paying attention to.
“It’s like ‒ it’s like, so big,” Vereesa is saying, her words running together as she blinks like a housecat. Dimensius, the actual housecat, is happily purring on her lap because she’s his favorite, and she’s his favorite because he’s a nasty, vile little traitor. “Like, Xally, you gotta ‒ it’s fourteen fuckin’ stories tall, I’m telling you, and it’s ‒ I had to go allllll the way up, on the stairs, cause the elevator was broken, right? So I’m ‒ I’m on these goddamn bullshit stairs, and I swear to God, like ‒ okay, you know how… you know how stairwells work? With the, they circle around, y’know? Spirals, n’ shit?”
“Spirals,” Xal’atath repeats. It’s late, past midnight, and Alleria has long since gone to bed, leaving Xal and Vereesa alone in the living room with a bottle of wine and, nominally, seating arrangements to go over. The extended Windrunner family is sprawling and incredibly prone to bickering, except neither Xal nor Vereesa have even the slightest bit of impulse control, so they decided to put the charts away until Alleria was once again available to veto putting their uncle and aunt who haven’t spoken in thirty years at the same table, just to see what happened. And it’s not ‒ it’s just spending time with her fiancee’s sister, or her best friend, depending on how you look at it, but Xal’atath is warm from the wine and drunk on the presence of the most adorable woman she’s ever met in her entire life, and she’s rubbish at self control even on a good day. So maybe she’s undressing Vereesa with her eyes a little, but she’s keeping it on the down-low, because ‘getting caught perving on your future sister-in-law by said future sister-in-law’ is probably in the top three ways to blow up a wedding. Sheesh, is this what Alleria’s had to deal with all this time? She’s honestly surprised it took her fiancee this long to slip up. “Yes. I believe I know what a spiral is.”
“You’re such a bitch sometimes,” Vereesa says gleefully. A few years ago, that would have terrified Xal, but now she just laughs, enjoying the way Vereesa’s eyes glitter in the soft lamplight. “So it, it, uh ‒ it falls, right? The purse! The purse, like I, uh, said, it falls, and I’m on maybe the first or second or third floor, and it goes hurtling by, and it lands ‒ I can see it land, because I’m not that far from the dirt. The ground. Uh, the bottom, of the stairwell, you know. So I go rushing down to grab it, cause I wanna know ‒ I don’t know it’s a purse, right? It’s just this flying ‒ falling, not flying ‒ this falling thing, and…” Vereesa pauses to drain her glass, and then she frowns, and then she turns on Xal’atath with the most adorable puppy dog eyes of all time. “D’you think Alleria would be mad if we opened another?”
Xal’atath sighs, tempted to say yes, because she fucking loves getting wasted with Vereesa, but, again, their impulse control is currently sleeping upstairs, and besides Vereesa is probably too drunk already. She’s a total lightweight; always has been, according to Alleria. “We should probably be getting to bed, actually. Maybe Alleria will let us drink more in the morning.”
Vereesa sticks out her tongue, but she obligingly puts her glass down, takes Dimensius into her arms, and marches up the stairs towards ‒ well, technically, the guest bedroom, but she stays over so often it’s really just her bedroom. Her spare clothes in the dresser and her pills on top of it, her toothbrush in the bathroom, her magazines and novels crowding the shelves. Xal’atath follows her, doing her level best not to stare at her future sister-in-law’s ass, and she lingers at Vereesa’s doorway, watching the woman lovingly set the child down on her pillow before faceplanting onto the mattress. Xal, because it’s eminently clear that Vereesa will not remember, grabs the estrogen bottle and counts out Vereesa’s dosage before taking it over to her. “Under your tongue, Reese’s Pieces,” she murmurs, and when Vereesa dutifully goes aaaahhh so that Xal’atath can place the dissolvable pills into her mouth, she definitely does not think about anything else to do with Vereesa’s open, wet, willing mouth. Definitely.
Xal swallows, turning to leave ‒ there’s an Alleria one room over that she needs to snuggle ‒ but Vereesa calls her name, waving her arms helplessly. “Don’t leave me here,” she whines. “No man left behind, c’mon. Bros before ‒ before hoes.”
Xal’atath sighs, padding over and perching at the end of the bed, except of course that isn’t enough for Vereesa, who tugs at her until she comes to sit by the headboard, and then she suddenly finds herself with a lapful of Windrunner ‒ which is normal, to be fair, but usually it’s not this Windrunner. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Alleria and I used to cuddle all the time, back when we were kids,” Vereesa mumbles. Her eyelids are drooping and her words are so slurred and sleepy as to be almost unintelligible, but Xal’atath strains her ears as best she can. “Not anymore, though. She doesn’t like me much anymore.”
Xal’atath glances at her sharply. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re her favorite person in the entire world.”
“Nah.” Vereesa pokes her finger into Xal’s chest, yawning, and Xal’atath thinks she would kill for the chance to hold Vereesa this close for the rest of eternity. Yeah, okay. She gets it. She definitely gets it. “Cause now that’s you. I used to be so mad at you all the time for taking her away, but then I… I got… what’s, uh. I got to know you, and you’re just ‒ you’re so cool, Xally. You’re so fuckin’ badass and sexy and smart and just, like. You’re awesome. And Alleria’s so scared, y’know? She works so hard and she’s so tired and scared all the time and ‒ and you take care of her! And I never…” The sad Windrunner sniffles. “I never figured out how to get her to let me take care of her. Cause I was always just the younger sister, even if ‒ even though I wanted to be more, right?”
Xal’atath feels her heart stop. That — Vereesa can’t possibly mean what Xal thinks she means, right? She’s just drunk, absurdly drunk, and she’s saying random bullshit.
“You’re…” Vereesa shrugs, or at least she tries to. It comes out more like a shiver. “You’re kinda living my dream, Xally. And I just ‒ I want you to know that I don’t… it’s not… I’m not mad. Jealous, a little. But not mad. Okay. I think it’s sleep time. Goodnight.”
Xal’atath exhales. “Goodnight, Reese’s Pieces.”
And the next morning, when Vereesa stumbles down to the breakfast table, grousing about her killer hangover and the three separate times Dimensius woke up her up, she acts like all is well, and given that Vereesa is absolutely awful at acting, Xal’atath is inclined to believe her. If she’s being honest, not entirely sure she didn’t dream up the whole thing herself. So she won’t tell Alleria, of course, because that would be a betrayal of Vereesa’s trust, and because it would get Alleria’s hopes up. Vereesa probably didn’t mean it like that. She meant ‘more’ as in ‘friend.’ Yes, that was not at all how words worked, but one, Vereesa had been drunk, and two, the low probability of Vereesa happening to misspeak in such a way that implied she, too, had a thing for her sister was far, far outweighed by the even lower probability that not one but two Windrunner sisters were, to put it mildly, incest afficionados ‒ not to mention the cosmic luck that it would take for them to be into each other.
And also. Well. Even if Vereesa happened to want Alleria in such a way, that didn’t mean she wanted Xal. Which was fine, of course. Xal’atath would happily share Alleria, and it’s not like she would be jealous ‒ first come first serve, after all. Vereesa and Alleria were sisters, and if Xal’atath’s suspicions were correct, they’d both been pining for decades. They deserved it. Xal’atath had no right to swoop in and lay claim to them ‒ either of them, really. But she just… she can’t not want, now that she knows what that warm, fluttery feeling in heart is whenever she spends time with the sisters. Her sisters, her girls, she thinks, as she watches Alleria dutifully spread cream cheese across Vereesa’s bagel as the younger woman lies facedown on the table and whimpers. Hers, hers, hers.
Alleria glances up at Xal’atath, in her usual perch leaning against the counter, coffee in hand as she stares at the women she’s obsessed with, and smiles shyly. Xal’atath sets her mug down and comes around to press a soft kiss to Alleria’s lips, prompting an agonized groan from Vereesa. “I know you guys are literally perfectly in love,” she complains, “but, like, jeez. Save some holy matrimony for the rest of us.”
“Love you too, Reesa,” Alleria says sardonically, and then she looks at Xal and smiles. “She is pretty great, isn’t she,” she murmurs. “So tall.”
“Freakishly tall,” Vereesa agrees, flipping off Xal’atath with a shit eating grin, and Xal’atath feels her heart lurch in her chest as she realizes that the situation is far, far more dire than she’d thought.
<OOO>
“A pair of lovely ladies! May I ask who the bride is? Or are you both bridesmaids?”
“I told you we should have gotten them from Amazon,” Alleria whispers, loud enough that the clerk definitely hears, because she’s a little bitch and Xal’atath loves her that way.
“We’re both brides,” Xal’atath says. They realized about a week into the relationship that Xal is the only one who has the patience to deal with heterosexuals, and she’s been smiling sunnily and telling Alleria to heel ever since. “We reserved a few dresses on the website that we’d like to try out in person? It should be under Windrunner.”
“Windrunner,” the man says, checking something on his bulky monitor. “Xahlahtath and Ally-rea? You’re in dressing room three.”
“Thank you so much,” Xal’atath says pleasantly, and she drags Alleria away before she can get them kicked out of another store. “Allyrea,” she murmurs, as they file into the dressing room and lock the door behind them. “Every goddamn‒”
And then she’s being pressed against the mirror, and Alleria is on her, her tongue hot and wet as she licks into Xal’s mouth. “I love you so much,” Alleria murmurs, nipping at Xal’s lower lip. “Fucking hell. I can’t ‒ we’re getting married, Xal. We’re going dress shopping.”
“We are,” Xal’atath says, bemused, and then she pauses, glancing at the dresses lined up on the racks. (They’re all for her; Alleria is planning on wearing a suit, a suit that Xal’atath cannot wait to see on the floor of their bedroom.) “Alleria, can I ask you something? About Vereesa?”
Alleria straightens, panic sparking in her eyes. “Is everything‒”
“You’re fine, baby, I’m not mad. I’m just… thinking.” Xal’atath drums her fingers against her wrist, chewing on her lip. “If you had to choose, between us, do you think you’d be able to? And answer honestly, please. And it’s fine if the answer is her. I’d understand it ‒ you’ve known her for so much longer, and‒”
“Xal, no, wait, slow down,” Alleria says frantically. “That’s not ‒ not at all, Xal. I wouldn’t ‒ I would… I would never choose her over you, I promise. It’s not ‒ I wouldn’t be able to choose at all. You both mean the world to me, I don’t… I think I would die before I gave either of you up.”
“But you don’t have her, right now,” Xal’atath says. “What if you did?”
Alleria blinks. “What?”
“If you ‒ if you had her,” Xal’atath explains. “If you had a chance, an actual chance, if you knew that she was in love with you too, what would you do? Would you take it?”
“I would…” Alleria sighs. “I would ask her to join, I guess, but I would never leave you for her. I don’t want ‒ having just her would be torture too, Xal. I need you both in my life. Honestly, I think… I think I need to be with you more than I need to be with her. No, that sounds bad, I mean… I mean I’m okay with being sisters. That can be enough for me. But you? I just… it would kill me, Xal, to not have you.”
Xal’atath sighs. “This is killing you too, Alleria.”
“I…” Alleria shrugs. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”
“It… it’s so…” Xal’atath licks her lips, trying to find the words. “Torture, it really is torture, to have her so close, and yet not close enough. I… I think I might be in love with your sister, Alleria, and she ‒ she won’t… she wouldn’t want us. Either of us. And I don’t know what the fuck to do, baby, I just ‒ I want her,” she finishes, somewhat pitifully. “I want her.”
Alleria smiles sadly. “You get used to it, Xal. You get used to the longing. And you have a better chance than me, you know, with the whole not being blood related thing. Maybe I’ll bite the dust early and you can console each other in your grief. Silver lining, yeah?”
“But imagine,” Xal’atath says softly. “Imagine. Us, and her, all together. She could move in ‒ we’d have to get a bigger bed, I guess, and the rat bastard would always be sleeping in our bed, since she’d be there, so that’d be nice. And we could convert the guest room into a study for her, so she can lock herself in there and write as long as she needs to, and we… we’d get to cuddle with her every night, every single night. And we’d have to make excuses, sure, we’d have to say that it was just economical, or something, but it really wouldn’t be that outlandish. Plenty of families live together like that. We could keep her safe, the two of us. We’d take care of her, and she and I would take care of you.”
“And you.”
“Hmm?”
“We’d take care of you,” Alleria says. “The two of us. We’d keep you on track, keep you grounded. Keep you from spiraling. And, I mean. Do we even have to say it? The sex.”
“The sex.” Xal’atath huffs out a laugh. “Oh, God. The sex. I wouldn’t let either of you out of bed for at least a month straight.” They’re quiet for a long moment, standing in the dressing room, staring at wedding dresses and thinking, and then Xal’atath exhales. “If you had a chance, Alleria, and I mean this honestly, would you take it? If you knew she was into you ‒ into us ‒ if you knew that she wanted what we want, would you pursue it, or would you be scared?”
Alleria glances at her. “Would you?”
“Of course I would,” Xal’atath replies. “In a heartbeat. But never without your explicit approval, Alleria. You know her best, you’ve known her longer, she’s your sister. I defer all judgement and decision making in this case to you.”
“If I knew that she wanted us?” Alleria shrugs. “If I knew she wanted you, too? Of course I would, Xal. I don’t care if it’d blow up in our faces five years down the line, as long as we just tried. I think I would rather die than not try. But it doesn’t matter, because she doesn’t want us. Doesn’t want me, at the very least. You, again, at least have a chance. Snowball’s chance in hell, sure, but a chance.”
“Yeah,” Xal’atath says. “Snowball’s chance in hell.”
<OOO>
Xal’atath despises a lot of people, but chief among them is Lireesa Windrunner. If it were up to her, the damnable woman would not be allowed in a thousand foot radius of Xal’atath’s girls, but Alleria wants her mother at her wedding, despite everything, and so Xal’atath bites her tongue and plays nice. It’s the weekend before the wedding, and Xal’atath wishes, she really fucking wishes, that she could focus on that, focus on how beautiful her soon-to-be-wife is, how absurdly happy she is to actually, finally, really be marrying Alleria Windrunner. But she can’t, at least not right now, because instead of their usual relaxed, warm Friday night dinner, just her, Alleria, and Vereesa, their dining room table is absolutely lousy with Windrunners. Which isn’t a bad thing, necessarily, typically Xal’atath quite enjoys family dinners, but typically those family dinners don’t include Lireesa. Alleria and her ‒ and, despite both of their protestations, Vereesa ‒ had been running around all day, tidying up the house, in and out of the kitchen, desperately trying to get things up to snuff before the Windrunner matriarch arrived.
Well. The once-matriarch, a fact in which Xal takes no small amount of pride in. Alleria sits at the head of the table now, Xal to her side and around the corner, and Lireesa is banished to the foot, where she keeps a critical eye on her children and their partners. Almost three dozen Windrunners will be at the wedding, but here it’s just immediate family: Alleria, Xal, and Vereesa, of course, and then Sylvanas, the middle sister who Xal’atath still can’t quite get a read on, even after almost four years; Jaina, Vereesa’s best friend and Sylvanas’s girlfriend of… one year, maybe? one and a half? they’ve been will-they-won’t-they for so long that Xal’s lost track; and, finally, Lirath, the youngest of the Windrunner siblings, and by far Xal’atath’s favorite after her girls. They’ve made baked spaghetti and matza ball soup and Vereesa, who has been getting into baking lately, has made homemade challah, and it would be such a perfect, perfect night, if it weren’t for Lireesa. Alleria is stressed enough, she’s halfway to tears on a good day, worrying and worrying and worrying about the wedding, and Xal’atath wishes she could take that all away, could just make her fiancee happy, could make her relax and breathe, if only for a moment. It’ll be better once it’s the day of, Xal’atath thinks. Once they’re at the venue, once all the planning fades away and it’s just her and Xal’atath and…
Vereesa, who is sitting to her side, nudges her, which is how she realizes she’s been staring into space. “I think it’s going well,” she murmurs, just loud enough for Xal’atath to hear. The rest of the table, Alleria nominally included, is deep in a discussion of a movie, Xal thinks, she’s not really paying attention. Alleria’s hand is in hers under the table, and Vereesa’s thigh is resting against her own, and she’s maybe a little bit daydreaming. She’s always known that she liked it when Vereesa was close to her, but she’d thought it was just a close friends thing. Looking back, now, she has no clue how she ever thought that. Vereesa is still talking, her voice cotton candy sweet. “You okay, Xally? I know we can be a lot.”
Xal’atath takes a breath. “I’m wonderful, Reese’s Pieces. You?”
Vereesa smirks. “I’m not the one marrying into this twisted bloodline. It’s not too late to elope, by the way. I can cover for you two while you escape to Australia, or something.”
“Australia?”
“What can I say? You seem like the kinda gal that’d dig a kangaroo.”
Xal’atath glances at her and smiles. “Only if you come with us,” she murmurs softly. “Australia would be boring as sin without you.”
Vereesa purses her lips, pushing a matza ball under the broth with her spoon and pressing it down. “Thanks, but you don’t have to say that. I know you two don’t really… I know I should leave you alone more often.”
“Vereesa, what the fuck are you talking about?” Xal glances around to make sure no one is hearing their discrete whispers, and then turns back to her — her Vereesa, who is smiling sadly at her. “Alleria and I would — we would kill for you, darling. If there’s something we’ve done to give you the impression we don’t want you around, then I’m horrendously sorry, Vereesa. We love having you over.”
“No, I know, but…” Vereesa sighs. “That’s only cause you have to, y’know? I’m just the annoying little sister who you have to humor because I haven’t — because I…” Vereesa shrugs. “Because I have no life of my own.”
“Vereesa‒”
“A toast!” The sound of the spoon against the wine glass is shrill and unpleasant, especially considering that Xal’atath paid top fucking dollar for these glasses, and if Lireesa chips one of them she genuinely might just kill the bitch, right here, right now. Lireesa, either unaware or unaffected by Xal’atath’s seething glare, continues on, and Xal’atath takes Vereesa’s hand in her own, so that her, Vereesa, and Alleria are in one long hand holding chain. It makes her feel like a kindergartener, but Vereesa squeezes her palm gratefully, so she thinks maybe she’s okay with that. “To my eldest daughter, and to Xal’atath, who has somehow decided to throw her lot in with Alleria’s.”
“To Alleria,” Xal’atath says, mostly as a correction, and there’s a chorus of to Alleria as they all drink. Xal’atath swirls the wine around in her mouth, considering, and then she swallows and raises her glass again. “And to Vereesa, who made this wonderful challah and who saved the soup from burning not once but twice. We owe it all to her.”
“To Vereesa,” Alleria says, glancing at Xal’atath, and Xal instantly knows that Alleria instantly knows exactly what’s going on. “To the rest of you lot, but mostly to Vereesa, because she’s clearly my favorite sibling. Sorry, Lir.”
“No offense taken,” Lirath says cheerfully. “She’s much better at chess than me.”
“Oh, well,” Vereesa says, blushing. “Jaina checkmates me every time, so if that’s the qualification, I don’t think I quite make the cut.”
“Jaina is not yet our sibling,” Alleria reminds her, “because our dear sister Sylvanas has yet to make an honest woman out of her. Although I assume you’ll be catching the bouquet, Lady Moon?”
“Go fuck yourself,” Sylvanas says, and then she drains her glass, and, yeah, Lireesa is still here, glaring at the entire table and in general being a right prick, but Xal’atath loves this family, she really does, and so she squeezes Vereesa’s hand back and smiles.
<OOO>
Xal’atath’s wife is sitting in her lap. Her wife. Alleria Windrunner is her wife. She’s genuinely shaking with excitement, pressing kiss after eager kiss to Alleria’s fluffy blonde hair, rubbing her hands up and down Alleria’s arms wondrously. “I love you,” she murmurs, maybe for the ten thousandth time so far today. “I love you so fucking much, baby, I’m so happy.”
“Wife of mine,” Alleria whispers happily, nuzzling back against Xal’atath’s chest. The ceremony had been beautiful ‒ both of them had fully cried during the vows, which unfortunately had probably been recorded by multiple attendees ‒ and they’ve already done their rounds, thanking everyone, collecting Mazel Tovs, and now all that’s left is to sit back, snuggle, and eat cake. Around maybe two thirds of the guests have filtered out by now, leaving just close family sitting underneath the night sky, warm summer air and the sound of laughter drifting through the tables. “We did it, Xal, we actually really did it. Forever, babe, we get this forever.”
“I can’t wait.” Xal’atath’s suit is creased and wrinkled, her tie undone so that she can breathe, and her hands and lap are full of Alleria’s ridiculous frills, white and lacy and beautiful. “You know, I had a great time tonight. We should really do this again.”
“Mm, take me out to dinner first.” Alleria cranes up to press a kiss to Xal’atath’s jaw, her hand coming up to encircle Xal’s neck. “You’re so handsome right now, babe. I sort of want to go home and tear this off of you.”
“The feeling is very much mutual,” Xal’atath purrs. “You look so beautiful in all that makeup, darling.”
“Yeah? You want to ruin it?”
“Read my mind.” Xal’atath kisses her wife ‒ her wife ‒ softly and sweetly despite the fire in their words, closing her eyes and losing herself in the taste of the woman she has indelibly tied herself to. She doesn’t know if she’s ever felt so happy. “I love you so much, Alleria Bedelia. So, so, so much. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put it into words.”
“You can tell me in other ways,” Alleria says, and then she sees something over Xal’s shoulder and frowns. “Wait, hold on ‒ put me down for a sec, I think Vereesa’s leaving.”
“Vereesa’s leaving? Without saying goodbye?” Xal’atath purses her lips as she slides Alleria off her lap and stands up, turning towards the parking lot. “Maybe she’s just… fuck, no, she’s definitely calling a cab. Should we… I mean ‒ do you‒”
“Go after her,” Alleria says. “I’ll tell everyone we’re gonna go home and, uh, consummate.”
“Right,” Xal’atath says. “Love you, babe. Don’t leave me waiting.” She kisses her wife and then takes off through the venue, or rather walks briskly, because taking off would draw too much attention. The parking lot is up a hill and off to the side from the main field, and she a little bit has to scramble up said hill, and she a little bit totally gets some grass stains on the kneepads of her beautiful beautiful suit, but she a little bit does not give a single fuck. “Vereesa,” she calls, flagging the woman down. “Vereesa, hold on.”
The Vereesa in question whirls around and pales, holding her phone with a guilty expression. “Xal! Hi! I just ‒ um, what are you… where’s Alleria?”
“Making our goodbyes,” Xal’atath says. “You weren’t going to leave without a farewell, were you?”
“Oh, well, you know.” Vereesa scuffs her shoe against the asphalt of the parking lot, not meeting Xal’s eye. “I don’t… you… I didn’t think you’d, um… you seemed to be ‒ pretty wrapped up, uh, I didn’t want to bother you guys.”
Xal’atath sighs. “Vereesa… let us drive you home, at the very least? It’s only fair, seeing as we’re the ones who made you come out all this way.”
Vereesa grins weakly. “Xal’atath, really, I don’t ‒ thank you for trying to be nice, but‒”
“I’m not trying to be nice,” Xal’atath protests, and then she hesitates. “Well ‒ I suppose I am, but… I’m not just trying to be nice. Or, rather, I’m not trying to be nice just to be nice. I’m being nice because I want to be, because I like spending time with you ‒ because Alleria and I both like spending time with you. Just a thirty minute drive, that’s all, then we’ll be out of your hair if you so desire. Come on, Reese’s Pieces, it’s my wedding, you can’t say no.”
Vereesa swallows. “Okay,” she says, after a moment. “Okay. You can drive me home. Thank you.”
“Perfect,” Xal’atath says with relief, and she grabs Vereesa’s wrist and sets off to her and Alleria’s car. “I was thinking,” she says casually, “this Friday, I want to try that noodle dish again, the one that we screwed up so royally the other month. Lightning can’t strike twice, right?”
Vereesa is quiet as Xal’atath bundles her into the backseat, kisses her forehead (which Xal knows she shouldn’t, but she can’t resist), and climbs into the front seat, and the click of her seatbelt sounds oddly loud against the still air of the car. “Yeah,” Vereesa says, at length. “We could… we could do that.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Xal’atath says, plugging her phone into the car. “Siri, call Alleria Bedelia on speakerphone.”
“Calling Alleria Bedelia on speakerphone via Carplay,” her phone says, and then it rings, and then it rings, and then it clicks. “Xal! Hi, I’m just about ready to leave. Did you‒”
“I have her,” Xal’atath says. In the rearview mirror, Vereesa blushes. “You’re on speaker, we’re in the car. I offered to drive her home.”
“Oh, perfect. I’ll be there in a moment, I just ‒ yes, thank you so much for coming out! It was really great to see you! … Yes, brunch, totally ‒ text me the details, all right? Thank you again!” There’s the sound of shuffling from across the line. “Vereesa, can you hear me?”
“Hmm?” Vereesa perks up. “Leera?”
“Hey, Reesa,” Alleria says. “Bad news, I may have just signed us and Sylvanas and Lir up for brunch with the bad uncle, so, uh. My bad.”
“Wait, the bad uncle or the weird uncle?”
“Bad uncle,” Alleria says morosely. “I ‒ BOO!”
Xal’atath jumps despite herself as her wife bangs against the window, rolling her eyes as she unlocks the door and pulls Alleria down for a quick kiss. “Years off my life,” she says, as her wife cackles unrepentantly. “Get in the car, young lady.”
Alleria clambers in, not to the front seat, but to the back, gently lifting her ridiculous dress so that it doesn’t tear. She gives her sister a hug once she’s safely buckled in, kissing her on the cheek as Xal begins to pull out of the parking spot. “Thanks so much for letting us do this, Reesa. I hate to imagine you in some creepy stranger’s car this late at night.”
“It’d really have been fine,” Vereesa says shyly. “I’m sorry I’m stealing all this time. You guys are probably so sick of me by now.”
“We could never be sick of you, Reese’s Pieces,” Xal’atath says. She’s a little bit lonely up here in the front with no Alleria, but it’s so, so, so worth it for the sight of the younger sister hesitantly resting her head on Xal’s wife’s shoulder as they set down the road. “Never, ever, ever.”
“You guys are the best,” Vereesa mumbles, after a moment. “And I’m so, so, so happy for you. You guys really deserve each other and you’re so perfect and I just ‒ Mazel Tov, really. Mazel Tov. I wish…” Vereesa hesitates, and then shakes her head. “You guys are great, that’s all. I hope I find something like this eventually.”
Alleria makes eye contact with Xal in the rearview, and Xal’atath exhales. “I’m sure you will, darling. You’re cute, you’re hot, you’re funny, and you’re an absolute wonder in the kitchen when under strict supervision by at least two trained professionals.”
Vereesa snorts. “I’m glad at least one person in this car believes that.”
“Vereesa…” Alleria purses her lips. “Vereesa, you know you’re amazing, right? Like, genuinely, you’re such a catch. Is that… is that why you’re… why you’ve been down lately?”
Vereesa bites her lip. “Yes. No. A little bit, I don’t ‒ it’s just… I’m a mess and I’m sort of a failure and I’m trans and ‒ no, no, it’s your wedding, we can talk about this another time.”
“Vereesa,” Xal’atath says softly. “Don’t say such things about yourself. If I weren’t already married to Alleria, I’d ask you out myself.”
Vereesa blushes. “Don’t say things,” she mutters, “that you don’t mean.”
“Xal’atath,” Alleria says hesitantly. “Xal’atath, um, do you remember ‒ that place we looked at? Three months ago? For our honeymoon? I was thinking maybe we should book those, uh, book the tickets.”
Xal’atath swallows, meeting Alleria’s wide eyes, and then slowly nods. “I think you’re right,” she says. “I think we should.”
<OOO>
It takes Vereesa an adorably long amount of time to notice, with her eyes closed as she leans against her sister, and it’s only once the car stops and she blearily opens her eyes that she frowns. “Wait, we’re ‒ oh, did you guys need to drop something off, or…?”
Xal’atath parks the car in front of her and Alleria’s house. Her knees are shaking and her palms are clammy but she takes a breath, settles herself, and then shakes her head. “Vereesa, we…” Fuck it, no, she can’t, she can’t, she’s too terrified. “Alleria,” she says helplessly. “Alleria, can you…”
Alleria reaches past Vereesa and opens the car door, and for a second Xal’s heart plummets, because she guesses they’re not going to do it after all, but then Alleria takes Vereesa’s wrist and looks her in the eye. “Vereesa,” she murmurs softly. “Listen carefully, okay? You can, at any moment, unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of this car and go inside, and it’ll be like nothing ever happened. We’ll watch a movie, order some takeout, and you can spend the night, because it’s really too late for you to be going home anyway. And we will never, never, bring it up, ever again.”
Vereesa looks at Alleria, and then at Xal, and then back at Alleria. Her voice is guarded and anxious. “Bring what up?”
“We…” Xal’atath hesitates. “We’d like to invite you inside, Vereesa.”
Vereesa blinks. “Didn’t you just invite me inside?”
“Not like this,” Alleria tells her. “Not like we’re inviting you now.”
Vereesa laughs, once. “Guys, I really don’t know what the fuck either of you are talking about ‒ if you’re mad at me, I get it, you don’t have to‒”
“We’re not mad at you,” Xal’atath blurts out. “We ‒ we ‒ oh, fuck, Vereesa, we want you.”
It’s quiet, deathly quiet, and for a horrible, torturous second, Xal’atath and Alleria look at each other, and she thinks, they both think, that it’s over, that they’ve fucked it all. And then, gingerly, Vereesa says, “What do you mean, want me?”
“We…” Alleria shrugs helplessly. “We love you, Vereesa.”
Vereesa’s eyes widen, but still, still, she does not get out of the car. “Of course you do,” she says, and she sounds like she’s about to cry, but Xal’atath cannot for the life of her tell what from. “You’re ‒ you’re actually both my sisters, now, through blood or marriage. It’d be weird if you didn’t love me, right?”
“Vereesa,” Alleria murmurs, her voice heavy and yearning. “Vereesa, Reesa, if I ‒ if I… if Xal’atath kissed you, right now, if she came around back and kissed you, what would you do?”
Vereesa makes a sound, a cut off sound in her throat, some mixture of want and fear and desire and confusion and Xal’atath thinks she might die. “I would…” Vereesa, their perfect, beautiful Vereesa, swallows. “I would let her.”
“And…” Alleria shifts closer, and Xal’atath’s pupils dilate with an aching need. “And if I kissed you?”
“Alleria,” Vereesa whimpers, her gaze flitting between her sister and her sister-in-law, and, oh, she sounds broken. “Alleria, if you’re ‒ if this is a trick‒”
“It’s not a trick, baby.” Xal’atath reaches back, places her hand on Vereesa’s knee. “Now, darling, answer the question. If Alleria kissed you, what would you do?”
“Don’t make me say it,” Vereesa whines. “Please, I can’t ‒ don’t make it say it.”
“It’s okay,” Alleria promises. “It’s okay. We want this so, so, so badly. What would you do, Vereesa, if I kissed you?”
“I‒” Vereesa sobs, her shoulders shaking. “Fuck, Alleria, I would let you, of course I would, I’d ‒ I’d let you two do anything to me. I ‒ please, Alleria‒”
“Not here,” Xal’atath says, because she can tell that her wife is half a second away from absolutely mauling Vereesa. “If you want this, Vereesa, if you want us, then you have to let us do it right. You deserve ‒ you deserve nothing but the best, baby.”
“And you can change your mind at any time,” Alleria says. “And we won’t be mad, we won’t be upset, and we’ll never bring it up again, if you don’t want us to.”
Vereesa looks at her sister, tears in her eyes. “What if ‒ what if I want you to bring it up?”
Alleria smiles. “We’d love nothing more, baby. Do you want to go inside?”
“I just…” Vereesa swallows. “Just to be clear, I want to… you’re… we’re going to go inside, and…”
“And whatever you want,” Xal’atath says. “If you want to cuddle and watch a movie, we’ll do that. If you want to go to bed, we’ll do that. If you want to make out with one or both of us, we’ll do that. And if you want ‒ if you want us to fuck you, darling, we will most certainly do that.”
Vereesa moans, the quiet sound of her desire filling the car, and Xal’atath is suddenly all too aware of the open door. Alleria must realize it too, or perhaps she’s just impatient, because she unbuckles, pressing a kiss to Vereesa’s forehead ‒ just her forehead, just for now ‒ and guiding her out onto the sidewalk. Xal’atath almost breaks when she gets out of the car and comes around, she almost breaks when she sees Vereesa, standing there besides Alleria, glancing hungrily between the two of them, but instead she swallows and takes their darling Vereesa by the hand. “Come on, Reese’s Pieces. Let’s go inside.”
Vereesa clings by them, holding desperately onto Xal’atath’s hand and leaning desperately onto Alleria’s shoulder, as they bring her inside. The soft air of the house, the warm orange glow of the lights, it’s a sharp contrast to the openness, the vulnerability, of the car, and Vereesa seems to agree, judging by the way she sighs with relief as the door locks.
“Would you like a drink?” Alleria kicks off her heels, running a hand through her hair, and Xal’atath falls in love all over again, with Alleria, with Vereesa, even, with the both of them, with her girls. “I’d give you options, but I’m pretty sure you know our fridge better than me, so‒”
“Alleria.” Vereesa’s voice is surprisingly firm and steady, and Xal’atath finds herself proud of the younger woman. “I would ‒ I would like you to kiss me. Both of you.”
Alleria glances at Xal’atath, and she can tell they’re thinking the same thing: holy fuck thank God this is actually happening. Xal’atath clears her throat, stepping closer, letting the scent of Vereesa’s sweet candy-cane perfume wash over her. “Who first, darling?”
Vereesa swallows and shrugs. “I don’t ‒ I don’t care. Just ‒ just, please, I’m ‒ I need this, I need to know…” She swallows again, her voice growing quiet. “I need to know this is real.”
“Kiss her,” Xal’atath says to her wife. “She’s your sister, after all.”
Alleria exhales, cupping Vereesa’s cheek in her palm. “I love you,” she murmurs, “I love you, so, so much,” and then she leans down and she kisses her sister. It’s like a cord is struck in Xal’atath’s heart, like something is finally shifting into place, a piece that’s been missing for years slotted in next to its compatriots. Vereesa melts, whimpering softly as Alleria licks into her mouth, and it’s strange, in the best possible way, to watch her wife kiss another woman. Xal’atath knows exactly what Vereesa is thinking and feeling right now, she knows exactly what it’s like to have that wicked little tongue exploring your mouth, and she can’t help but to advance, coming up behind Vereesa and wrapping her arms around her waist, and, oh, Vereesa presses backwards, writhing and shifting in the embrace. Alleria breaks the kiss, panting, and then she laughs, short, breathlessly. “Vereesa, fucking hell, Vereesa, you’re perfect.”
“Alleria,” Vereesa whines. “Alleria ‒ Xal, I ‒ I need you, I need‒”
“We’ve got you, darling,” Xal’atath purrs, and then she whirls Vereesa around so that they’re face to face, and she, finally, finally, leans in and kisses her. Vereesa’s lips are soft and warm and she tastes sugary sweet and Xal’atath can’t get enough, nipping greedily at the younger woman, hands coming to rest possessively on her hips. “I think,” she pants, breaking away, “that it just might be time to move upstairs.”
Vereesa blushes even brighter, her eyes dilated and unfocused. “Please,” she whimpers. “Please, I ‒ touch me, one of you, both of you, please.”
“First things first,” Alleria says, and then she fucking picks Vereesa up, bridal style. Xal’atath has been on the receiving end of that particular move multiple times, and she has to admit, it’s a little bit vindicating to see Vereesa just completely collapse into gay panic. “Grab my hem, babe,” Alleria murmurs. “Let’s take her to bed.”
It’s like a procession, like some royal parade, as Alleria carries her sister upstairs, down the hall, into their bedroom ‒ their bedroom, now, hopefully, all three of them. The vile beast is napping on Xal’s pillow, the evil fucker, but he obligingly jumps to the floor scampers off when he sees them, scurrying out the door as Alleria sets her sister down on the mattress. Vereesa is breathing heavily, licking her lips and unabashedly staring, and Xal’atath can’t help herself, she pounces, climbing on top of Vereesa and kissing her into the mattress. Vereesa is warm and writhing with pleasure under her, and she’s so fucking eager, so soft and pliant. “Good girl,” Xal’atath husks. “Such a good girl for us, hmm?”
“Easy,” Alleria laughs. “You’ll terrify the poor girl.”
“I’m ‒ I’m good,” Vereesa squeaks. “I’m ‒ more? Please?”
“Patience, baby. I need my dear little wife to help me out of this ridiculous dress.” Alleria pauses, glancing up from said ridiculous dress. “If that’s alright with you, Vereesa?”
Vereesa nods so eagerly that Xal’atath is a little bit worried she’ll hurt herself. “Fuck, Leera, yes, oh my God yes, I want ‒ I want to see you, I love ‒ I love you, I need you two, I want ‒ please, I need‒”
“Shh,” Xal’atath whispers, pressing one last kiss to Vereesa’s lips before sliding off the bed to help Alleria out with the ridiculous dress. “We’re here, Vereesa. We’re going to take such good care of you, baby, we’re going to give you everything you want, everything you need. Whatever you want, darling, just say it and it’ll happen, alright?”
“I ‒ I…” Vereesa licks her lips again. “But what ‒ what if you don’t ‒ what if you don’t want what I want?”
Alleria snorts, lifting her arms so that Xal’atath can slide the dress up and off. “Trust me, Reesa, there is precious little that we don’t want when it comes to you. We can start simple, okay? Do you want more kisses?”
Vereesa doesn’t respond for a moment, which coincidentally aligns perfectly with Xal’atath unclipping her wife’s bra, letting her bare breasts tumble out. Alleria glances at Xal, smirking, and then back at her sister, raising her eyebrow, and Vereesa blushes. “Can I ‒ can you ‒ can I touch you?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Alleria purrs, and, wow, the sight of her wife, dressed in naught but her silk panties, clambering on top of Vereesa, rolling them over, so that Vereesa’s on top, so that Alleria is spread out for the taking ‒ Xal’atath’s pants are suddenly very tight, metaphorically. “Like what you see, baby?”
“Fuck,” Vereesa murmurs wondrously. “Am I ‒ am I allowed to touch?”
“Please fucking do,” Xal’atath laughs, taking off her jacket and undoing her belt. “For her sake, for your sake, for my sake. I think, in five minutes’ time, if we’re not all touching each other vigorously, then something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.”
“Doesn’t she just have a way with words?” Alleria pauses, dropping her sardonic tone. “Seriously, Vereesa. You can do anything and everything you want to me. I know it must be hard to believe, that this is okay, that we want this, but it’s true, and we’ll tell you as many times as you need and as many times as you want. Okay?”
“I want‒” Vereesa exhales shakily. “Alleria, I want ‒ I want to touch your ‒ your chest, is that‒”
Alleria takes Vereesa’s hands, guides them up to her tits, and Xal’atath has to hold back an awwww at the wonderstruck expression on the younger woman’s face. “Good girl,” Xal’atath purrs, her clothes left strewn on the ground as she climbs into the bed and comes to sit besides Vereesa. “You’re doing so well for us, baby.”
Vereesa looks at her and freezes, pupils somehow dilating further as she takes in Xal’atath’s naked form. “Fuck,” she whispers, “Fuck, Xally, you’re‒”
“She’s wonderful, isn’t she?” Alleria runs her hand across Xal’s thigh, looking up at her wife adoringly. “She’s so breathtakingly beautiful, our perfect Xal’atath. And you can do anything you want to her, Vereesa. Absolutely anything.”
Vereesa bites her lip. “Can you ‒ can you two kiss? If it’s ‒ am I allowed to ask that?”
“Of course, darling,” Xal purrs, and then she leans down and kisses her wife. She plays it up a little bit for the audience, makes a show of it, she kisses slowly, sensually, she kisses Alleria until they’re both out of breath, and then she bites down, hard, on Alleria’s lip, drawing a needy whimper from the older sister. Vereesa looks utterly broken as Xal draws back, redder than a tomato and staring like she’s in bed with the goddamn Mona Lisa. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like seeing us kiss?”
“Yes,” Vereesa whispers. “Yes, so much, it ‒ you two ‒ you’re so perfect, you two, you’re everything ‒ everything I’ve ever wanted‒”
“You have us,” Alleria says, and then, seemingly unable to resist, she pulls Vereesa down into another kiss, running her hands over Vereesa’s maid of honor dress. “You can say no, baby, of course you can say no, but I’d really like to see this dress come off, if that’s alright with you?”
“I don’t‒” Vereesa swallows, glancing at Xal and then at Alleria and then at neither of them. “I’m not… I don’t know how much Xal knows, about me, but I haven’t ‒ I’m not, like, I’m not really, uh… I haven’t had surgery yet ‒ at all, I don’t, I don’t want to get it at all, but I don’t‒”
“Vereesa, slow down,” Xal’atath says. “I don’t care a single bit about what your body looks like as long as it’s yours. You don’t have to do anything you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with, but I agree with Alleria here. If you want to, I would love to see you naked.”
“If…” Vereesa swallows. “I… could you…?”
“Could we undress you?” Alleria prompts, and Xal’atath shudders with delight at Vereesa’s nod. They move in sync, gently pulling Vereesa’s dress up and over her head, leaving the girl in just leggings and her bra, and holy fuck she’s so beautiful. Her skin is pale and creamy and soft, her tits perky and cute, and ‒ and, Jesus, she’s hard, she’s straining against the fabric of the leggings, for them. “Baby,” Alleria murmurs, “is it alright ‒ is it alright if we keep going?”
“Please,” Vereesa begs. “Please, I need you, I need you both.”
They peel Vereesa’s clothes off, leaving her shivering, naked, in their bed, and oh, Christ, she’s so wondrous, her cock perfect and adorable and painfully hard. She shifts, perhaps instinctively, covering herself with her thigh, and then Xal’atath places a hand on her leg, glancing at Alleria, who nods her assent. “Vereesa,” Xal’atath murmurs. “Is it alright if we touch you?”
Vereesa sucks in a breath. “Xally,” she breathes, “please‒”
Xal’atath thinks she sees God as she wraps her fingers around Vereesa’s cock, she thinks her life ends and starts all over again, and she remembers the feeling. It’s how she felt, all those years ago, when her tongue first met Alleria’s cunt ‒ which, now that she’s thinking about it… “Vereesa,” she says, “can I ‒ er, what do you want me to… what terminology should I be using?”
Vereesa blinks, and then laughs. “Um, just ‒ it’s a dick, you can call it a dick.”
“Right. Well.” Xal’atath ghosts her thumb across the tip, marveling at the way Vereesa’s hips buck forward, chasing the friction. “Vereesa, can I suck your dick?”
“Oh fucking hell please oh my God‒” Vereesa’s pleas are swallowed by Alleria leaning in for another kiss, licking into Vereesa’s mouth, claiming her younger sister like she owns her. “Leera,” she pants, “Leera, please, I‒”
Alleria kisses her once more and then moves, sitting up against the headboard and pulling Vereesa into her lap, pressing Vereesa’s back flush against her chest and leaning down to nip at Vereesa’s neck. “I’ve got you, baby. Just lie back and let us take care of you, okay? Xal’atath is going to make you feel so wonderful.”
It’s enthralling, to come to rest snuggled in between Vereesa’s plush thighs, to look up and see the two Windrunners gazing down at her: Alleria with excitement and giddy joy, Vereesa with lust and wonder and desire and pure need. Xal’atath leans in and licks a stripe up Vereesa’s cock ‒ she’s never done this before, but she figures it can’t be that different from sucking the strap, except it’s warm and not plastic and also you can’t bite down. Vereesa tastes salty and sweet, she tastes amazing, Xal can’t wait to find out what her cum tastes like. She wraps her fingers around the base once more, giving it a few slow, exploratory pumps ‒ Vereesa sounds like Alleria when she moans, Xal’atath is learning, except higher pitched and louder. More girly, in a way. “Oh, darling,” Xal’atath purrs. “I can’t tell you how excited I am. I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for months.”
“Months,” Alleria repeats sardonically. “Oh, you’ve wanted this for months, how horrible. I’ve wanted her for longer than I can remember, and I’ve been tearing myself up about it this whole time, but, no, tell me more about your months-long crush on someone who isn’t even blood-related‒”
“Bite down on her arm,” Xal’atath instructs, and Vereesa does so eagerly, if a little clumsily, grabbing Alleria’s hand and sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of Alleria’s forearm. Alleria shivers a little, but that’s all, and Xal’atath laughs. “No, dear, you have to bite far harder than that. You should be drawing blood, ideally.”
Vereesa blinks at her. “Won’t that hurt?”
“I like it when it hurts,” Alleria admits freely. “I really, really like it. We have a paddle in the closet with the other toys, and we used to have a whip, but then Dimensius stole it to use as a toy and ruined it so we had to throw it out. We keep meaning to get a new one ‒ maybe we could take you with us to the store, actually, and you could pick out some‒”
“Alleria,” Xal’atath says, because she, unlike her wife, can see Vereesa’s face, and so she can spot the poor girl’s growing expression of overwhelmment. “Heel. I’m sorry about her, Vereesa, she’s ‒ we’ve both been dreaming of this for a while, and that’s perhaps causing us to throw a little too much of our caution to the wind. Nothing happens, not tonight and not ever, that you aren’t one hundred percent ready and eager for ‒ especially not toys, Alleria, for heaven’s sake. Now, Vereesa, your sister is going to hold you and play with your hair while I suck your dick, alright? If you want it to stop, any of it, just say the word.”
“I think I would rather die than stop,” Vereesa breathes, “but, uh, yeah, I’ll tell you ifff-f-f-fuck, please, please‒”
Xal’atath is already aware that she loves sucking Alleria’s strap, so she’s expecting to enjoy sucking dick, but holy fuck she is not prepared for how wonderful it feels to have Vereesa, warm and hard and twitching, in her mouth. She presses her tongue against the base of the shaft as she swallows the first few inches, her dark purple lipstick leaving marks on Vereesa’s cock as she slips her lips down. She can’t take it that far, unfortunately ‒ Alleria loves getting her face fucked, though, and, hell, would Xal pay to see that. The list of things Xal needs to see ‒ let alone do ‒ is miles and miles long, though, so she focuses on the here and now, she focuses on the half of Vereesa’s dick that she can actually fit inside her mouth, she focuses on breathing through her nose as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks. She’s not sure if she’s exactly doing it right, but Vereesa certainly isn’t complaining, writhing and shaking in her big sister’s lap, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she fists the sheets. Her moaning is loud and wanton, holding nothing back, and fuck if Xal’atath doesn’t love it, doesn’t love knowing that this is her doing, her and her wife, that they’re the ones reducing Vereesa to such a state.
“Look at her,” Alleria whispers, voice low and husky. “Look at Xal’atath, Vereesa. Look at her cheeks, her lips. Doesn’t she look so goddamn beautiful right now? This is for you, baby, this is all for you.”
“Fuck,” Vereesa whimpers. “Oh, fuck, fuck, I ‒ don’t stop, please, please don’t stop‒”
“We’re not going to stop, darling,” Alleria murmurs, and Xal’atath realises an unforeseen benefit of a threesome: she can just focus on giving Vereesa the best head of her life, licking and lapping at Vereesa’s cock with her tongue, while Alleria handles the dirty talk, the reassurances ‒ oh, the reassurances. What is sex with a Windrunner without the reassurances? “We love you so much, Reesa, both of us, we want this so bad. We’re so absurdly happy to have you, baby, I promise.”
“Leera,” Vereesa whines. “Leera, I don’t ‒ I don’t know how long I can ‒ feels so good‒”
Oh, someone’s eager. Xal’atath meets Alleria’s eyes, lets her know that she’s happy with anything and everything, and then looks back at Vereesa, making eye contact as she slowly pulls off her cock, pressing kisses to the tip as she pumps the shaft with her fingers, before sliding back down. Alleria laughs softly, carding her hand through Vereesa’s hair, and Xal’atath ‒ Xal’atath has never been able to do this before, never been able to take care of someone so thoroughly, working together to make Vereesa feel utterly perfect, she doesn’t know how she lived without it. “You can,” Alleria whispers. “We have all night, baby, and the next night, and the next, and the next. I know you want to make it last, I felt the same my first few times ‒ but you have this forever, Reesa.”
“D-d’you…” Vereesa pants, gasping for breath, her hips shaking and her cock twitching as she nears her climax. “Do you promise? You won’t ‒ this is ‒ it’ll… it’ll happen again?”
“We’d be devastated if it didn’t,” Alleria purrs. “Cum for us, baby, we know you want to. Cum down her throat, make her swallow it all. She wants it ‒ oh, look at her, Reesa, she needs it.”
It’s true, she does, and she’s making it known as much as she possibly can, nodding eagerly, eyes wide as she begs for Vereesa’s cum. It had taken a while for her to reach the point where she felt comfortable being this submissive for Alleria, but being with Vereesa ‒ it feels new, of course, it’s new and exciting and wonderful, but it also feels so safe, like it’s a natural extension, like it’s what they’ve been building towards, the past two years of Vereesa dropping by every month, then every few weeks, then every week, then almost every day, like the three of them have been orbiting each other, falling closer and closer in line, and now, finally, blissfully, rapturously, everything is snapping into place. Which is to say: she actually whines as Vereesa cums, as she finally gets to taste her, salty and warm and perfect. She sucks and swallows and she doesn’t stop, even as Vereesa moans her and Alleria’s names in choppy syllables, even as she bucks forward instinctively, chasing the pleasure. Eventually, though, Vereesa shies back, and Xal’atath sits up, beaming, and licks her lips. “Was that good, baby?”
Vereesa blinks, gaze unfocused. “Fuck,” she rasps. “Xally. Fuck.”
Alleria scatters kisses across the back of her neck, across her shoulders and scalp and the tips of her ears. “You did so well for us, baby. So, so well. How do you feel, Reesa?”
“I…” Vereesa huffs out a laugh. “Good. Really ‒ really good. Can I ‒ can I hug you, Xally? Is that‒”
Xal’atath decides to forgo a verbal response, choosing instead to simply sweep forward and pull Vereesa into her arms. She feels as if she almost might cry from the relief of it all, from knowing that she has her girls, both of her girls ‒ and she’s never going to let go, not ever. “Of course,” she murmurs; she tucks Vereesa’s head into her chest, kissing Alleria lightly over the top of her silky white hair. “Thank you so much, Vereesa, baby, you don’t know how much I wanted that. Do you want more, baby? I’m sure Alleria is dying to touch you.”
“Um ‒ maybe in a minute,” Vereesa says hoarsely, pulling back a little bit and trying, unsuccessfully, to not stare at Xal’s tits.
“You can look,” Alleria says, laughing. “You can touch, even. Right, Xal?”
“Fuck, yes, please,” Xal breathes. Vereesa still looks a little hesitant, so Xal takes the initiative, closing her fingers around Vereesa’s wrists and bringing her hands up to rest on Xal’atath’s chest. “You can touch me anywhere and everywhere, Reese’s Pieces.”
“I want…” Vereesa swallows. “I want to make you feel good. Both of you. But I don’t ‒ I’m scared I’ll get it wrong, and‒”
“Shh, baby. You’re doing great, and if you do something we don’t like, it’s not the end of the world at all. And we can teach you, darling, we can guide you through it every step of the way. We’ve spent the past three years fucking like rabbits, we know each other’s bodies inside and out, and we would be happy to share that expertise with you. A masterclass in fucking your sister and her wife, yeah?”
“Okay,” Vereesa says. “Okay. Um. How do I ‒ how do I start?”
Xal’atath hums. “Alleria, are you okay with being our little guinea pig?”
“I would love nothing more,” Alleria says. She presses one last kiss to the nape of her little sister’s neck and then shifts out from underneath her, stretching out so she’s lying face up on the bed and smiling welcomingly at Vereesa. “And don’t go easy on me, okay? Xal will show you exactly what to do.”
“First things first,” Xal’atath says, shuffling round so that she and Vereesa are sitting across from each other, on opposite sides of Alleria. “What do you want to do to her?”
Vereesa glances at her big sister, spread out on the mattress, willing and eager, waiting for her, and Xal’atath totally relates to the massive blush spreading across her darling’s cheeks. It’s a dizzy, heady feeling, to have Alleria submitting to you. Xal’atath would know. “What ‒ what does she like?”
“Plenty of things,” Xal’atath says. She trails her fingers down Alleria’s chest, squeezing her hips. “She likes it soft and she likes it harsh, she likes to be fucked and she likes to be made love to. She’d be happy with anything you give her, Vereesa. Right, babe?”
“Right,” Alleria murmurs, reaching out to take Vereesa’s hand in her own. “Anything, Reesa, we mean it. Anything you want. I just want you, baby, that’s all.”
“Can I…” Vereesa swallows. “Could I eat you out? I want ‒ I want to know what you taste like.”
“Fuck, babe,” Alleria breaths. “Yes. A thousand times yes.”
“Put this pillow underneath her hips,” Xal’atath instructs. “And then lie down ‒ like that, exactly. She smells good, doesn’t she?”
Vereesa, staring up at Xal from between her big sister’s thighs, nods eagerly. “She ‒ she smells amazing. I want ‒ can I taste her, Xally?”
“No fair,” Alleria grumbles. “I want to be the top.”
“You had your turn, dear,” Xal’atath says sweetly, and then she turns back to Vereesa. “Start slow, okay, baby? In fact, don’t even touch her cunt yet. Taste her thighs ‒ bite them, if you’re willing. Leave plenty of bruises.”
Vereesa does as she’s told, sinking her teeth into the flesh of Alleria’s thighs ‒ gently, at first, and then harder, rougher, drawing a happy whine from her sister’s lips. “She’s so soft,” Vereesa mumbles, licking at the bite before switching sides. “I’m so jealous that you get this every night.”
“You do too, now,” Xal’atath reminds her. “Alright, now, normally I would tease her for a while longer, but you seem like you’re just dying to make her cum, so we’ll let her off easy this time. I want you to put your mouth on her now, okay? Run your tongue through her folds ‒ yes, like that, exactly. Good girl.”
“Fuck, Reesa,” Alleria pants. “You feel so good, I ‒ f-fuck‒”
“Eager, aren’t you?” Xal’atath chuckles, carding her fingers through Vereesa’s soft hair as the girl continues to lick and kiss at her sister’s cunt. “You’re a natural, baby, you’re doing so well. And so is Alleria, don’t you think? She deserves a treat. I want you to press the flat of your tongue against her clit, like you’re licking an ice cream cone, and I want you to do slow circles. Yes, just like that. Alright, now suck ‒ gently, but with pressure.” Xal’atath grins as the sound of Alleria’s whines and whimpers grow ever louder, her hips shaking as she tries not to buck into her sister’s mouth. “Oh, wonderful, Vereesa, you’re doing so wonderfully. She’ll be able to cum from this, especially with how turned on she is right now, but if you want to speed her along, you can finger her. It’s up to you, baby.”
Vereesa pulls back, panting, and looks up at Xal’atath, eyes wide with lust. “I can ‒ really? I can ‒ be inside of her?”
“You can do anything you want to her,” Xal’atath says softly. “To either of us. We mean it, Vereesa, we really do. Do you want to finger her, Vereesa? Do you want to feel her walls clench around you?”
“Vereesa,” Alleria whispers, and the two women glance at her. She’s breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, and for Xal’atath it’s a familiar, if still wondrous sight, but for Vereesa? Oh, for Vereesa, the poor girl must be halfway to implosion by now. “Vereesa, I ‒ you can do anything you want to me, baby. Anything, alright?”
“Okay,” Vereesa says. “Okay, I ‒ Xally, can you help?”
“Certainly, darling. Have you ever fingered a woman before?”
Vereesa pales. “I haven’t, uh, um. I’m ‒ I’ve never done…”
“Oh, holy fuck, she’s a virgin,” Xal’atath breathes. “Alleria, you did not fucking tell me she was a virgin.”
“I didn’t‒” Alleria scrambles up into a sitting position, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “I didn’t know she was. I thought you ‒ you had that girlfriend for a while, didn’t you? Eleven months, I think?”
“We never, um. We never went that far.” Vereesa swallows, glancing between them, and she suddenly looks like she’s about to cry. “Is that ‒ is that bad? I’m really sorry, I didn’t ‒ I thought if I told you that you wouldn’t want to‒”
“No, no, baby,” Xal’atath assures. “No, it’s not bad at all, it just means ‒ it just means we have to make this all the more special for you.”
“You’re…” Vereesa licks her lips. “You’re not mad?”
“No, of course we’re not mad, darling, I promise ‒ it’s an honor, really, to get to be your first. Er, your first and second, I suppose.” Xal’atath takes Vereesa’s hand in her own, pressing a light kiss to her fingertips. “Do you want to keep going, darling?”
“Yes,” Vereesa says immediately. “Yes, please, please, can we keep going?”
“Of course we can, baby.” Alleria leans forward and kisses her sister, lightly, on the lips, soft and sweet and eager. “Do you still want to finger me? Xal’atath can show you how, if you’d like.”
“Yeah,” Vereesa breathes. “Yeah, I ‒ I want that, Alleria, I want to make you ‒ I want to make you cum, I really, really… uh, yeah. Yes. Please. Xally, can you‒”
“Here, baby, I got you. Lie back down, babe, and scoot back a little bit, give us some more room to work with. Oh, and could you spread ‒ yes, just like that, perfect.” Xal’atath glances at Vereesa, who is watching with her, by now, signature wide eyed gaze, and laughs. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it? I have her completely trained. So docile, so obedient. Now then! Lie down between her thighs, and keep playing with her clit, you can use your tongue. Yes, like that, good girl. And now I want you to take your finger‒”
“Two fingers,” Alleria interrupts, already breathless from Vereesa’s clumsy ministrations. “Fucking ‒ start with two. Definitely start with two.”
“Two, then,” Xal’atath agrees. “You’re going to go slow, but not too slow, and you’re going to press alllll the way in before you start moving, give her a chance to adjust. The angle might be a little bit unwieldy for your wrist; if it proves too uncomfortable you can come sit next to her with me instead.”
“No,” Vereesa says instantly, muffled against her sister’s cunt, and then she blushes and leans up. “No,” she says again, more clearly this time. “No, I ‒ I need to taste her.”
“After my own heart,” Xal’atath says proudly. “Alright ‒ you can do middle and ring or middle or index, whichever is more comfortable. Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
Vereesa, still licking and sucking at Alleria’s clit, shifts up a little bit so that she can run the tips of her fingers through Alleria’s folds before, hesitantly and yet unmistakably eagerly, pressing in. She actually groans as she slips inside, eyes fluttering and hips bucking, drawing sharp, raggedy breaths. “Fuck,” she moans, “fuck, she’s so warm.”
“Keep ‒ keep going,” Alleria pants. “Please, Reesa, please, more ‒ all the way in, I need it, just ‒ down to your knuckles ‒ yes, like that, fuck, just like that, you’re ‒ perfect, Reesa, just perfect.”
Xal’atath exhales, licking her lips. She can wait, she’s normal, she can wait, but holy fuck she needs to be up next or she thinks she might die. She’s incredibly tempted to start playing with her clit, but she thinks if she, too, starts moaning, Vereesa might short-circuit. One thing at a time. “Alright, Reese’s Pieces, now I want you to start moving ‒ start slow, but you can speed up pretty quickly, she seems pretty damn desperate for it. And you’re going to curve your fingers as you move ‒ there’s a specific spot you’re looking for, it’s about two thirds up my index, typically, but your fingers are shorter so it’ll be a little higher up. Once you find that spot, you should try to rub against it on each thrust, both in and out.”
“Find the spot,” Vereesa mumbles, once again forgetting that her words are barely legible with her mouth buried in her big sister’s cunt, and Xal’atath can tell that she’s started moving from the soft whimpers that begin to spill from Alleria’s lips, from the way she grinds down into her little sister’s fingers. And then Vereesa, apparently, finds the spot, because Alleria is moaning, cheeks flushed as her fingers grasp the sheets.
“Oh, darling,” Xal’atath murmurs, cupping her wife’s cheek in her palm and leaning in for a kiss. “Feeling good, baby?”
“Y-yes,” Alleria pants. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes, more, Reesa, please‒”
“Faster,” Xal’atath says softly, running her hand up and down Vereesa’s back. “There you go, just like that. You’re doing so well, Vereesa, you’re taking such good care of her. She’s close, can you tell?”
“Tight,” Vereesa mumbles. “So warm. Love her so much ‒ love you, love ‒ love you two.”
“L-love you too,” Alleria gasps. “I ‒ I ‒ f-fuck, please, please ‒ so close, so ‒ right there, Reesa, right ‒ right there ‒ fuck, fuck, Reesa‒”
Xal’atath can sense something shift in the air as her wife cums, something deep in Vereesa’s soul click into place. She knows the feeling, all these years later, she remembers what it was like to draw her first orgasm out of Alleria, to realize that this was it, that she was going to be hopelessly addicted to this woman for the rest of her life, that she was never going to be able to resist falling into bed with Alleria Windrunner. “Leera,” Vereesa murmurs wondrously. “Leera, I love you so much, so fucking much, I…”
“Come up here,” Alleria begs. “Both of you. Wanna cuddle.”
Vereesa giggles and complies, pulling Xal along with her as she stretches out by Alleria, tucking herself into her sister’s side happily. “You’re so pretty, Leera. So beautiful.”
“So beautiful,” Xal’atath agrees. She props herself up on her elbow, looking over at the two snuggling sisters, and she thinks she’s never felt so content. “So very beautiful,” she murmurs, resting her head on Alleria’s chest. “The both of you.”
“How saccharine, babe,” Alleria says sardonically, before turning to Vereesa and saying, conspiratorally, “she’s fucking soaking, Reesa, she’s getting my thigh all wet.”
Xal’atath, who had not up to this point realized she was grinding against her wife’s thigh, and who also sees no reason to stop, grins lazily. “Guilty as charged, darling. But can you blame me? When this is what I get to watch?”
“Can I…” Vereesa bites her lip, looking up at Xal and blushing. “Could I ‒ could I ‒ I don’t want to be selfish, but I haven’t touched you yet and I ‒ if it’s okay, I would really, really love to‒”
“Stop me if this sounds unappealing,” Xal’atath says, “but I think I’d like you to fuck me into the mattress while my wife plays with your hair and calls you a good girl.”
Vereesa’s jaw actually drops, and it takes her a second to realize and slam it shut. “Yeah,” she squeaks. “Yeah, uh, if you ‒ you mean‒?”
“I mean your cock inside of me, baby,” Xal’atath purrs. “I mean you rutting deep into me, taking me for all I’m worth, making me whine and whimper and beg for it.”
“She’s beautiful when she begs, she really is,” Alleria murmurs. “Now, if you do want to fuck her, there’s one condition, alright?”
Vereesa nods anxiously. “Of ‒ of course, Alleria, anything do ‒ do you need me to wear a condom, or‒”
“I need you to promise me,” Alleria says gravely, “that you will fuck me the instant you’re ready again, alright? It’s only fair for Xal to get fucked first, given that she’s been waiting so patiently, and given that I was the first to kiss you, but I’m not going to wait any longer than that, alright?”
“Also,” Xal’atath adds, “no condom, we don’t even have any. We can pick up plan B at the pharmacy tomorrow, and Alleria and I haven’t slept with anyone besides each other for half a decade. I suppose ‒ I suppose if you’re uncomfortable, we could try to find an open convenience store‒”
“No,” Vereesa blurts out, and then she blushes and glances away. “I mean ‒ if you ‒ if you’re okay with it, uh, that wouldn’t… and…” She pauses, licking her lips hesitantly. “I can ‒ Alleria, if you… if you still, um, if you still want me, yeah, I can… I’d‒”
“She’s so adorable,” Alleria murmurs conspiratorially, pulling herself into a sitting position and pressing a kiss to the tip of her little sister’s nose. “So shy, she can’t even say that she wants to fuck you.”
“Utterly precious,” Xal’atath agrees. She lies down, spreading her legs, and winks at Vereesa, which causes another round of blushing and stammering, and her gaze can’t help but be drawn to Vereesa’s cock, once again hard and yearning. She’s around the same size as the strap, Xal’atath thinks, if the tiniest bit smaller, which works out perfectly. “Come on, baby, don’t you want to fuck me?”
Vereesa glances at her sister, and when Alleria nods encouragingly, she clambers over, climbing on top of Xal’atath and then just sort of collapsing, head buried in Xal’s neck. “Xally,” she whines, “you’re so ‒ you’re so soft.”
“She really is, isn’t she?” Alleria looks entirely too pleased with herself, lounging against the headboard, carding her hand through Vereesa’s silky white hair. “She’s the perfect plush little toy, and she’s all yours, now. Right, Xal?”
Fucking hell. Xal’atath thinks perhaps she shouldn’t have been dishing it out if she so clearly cannot take it, but counterpoint: holy fuck does she want to take it. “Yes,” she says, or she tries to say, but it comes out more like a whimper. Her blood is boiling and Vereesa is so close and so hot and Xal can feel Vereesa’s dick against her thigh and just ‒ wow. “All yours, Reese’s Pieces, just ‒ please, fuck me?”
“I don’t ‒ I’ve never done this before,” Vereesa mumbles shyly. “I don’t want to get it wrong.”
“I don’t care about it being perfect,” Xal’atath says. “I just need it to be you. Please, darling, please‒”
Vereesa bucks up, the tip of her cock brushing against Xal’atath’s cunt, and goddamn she needs it, she needs it. “I ‒ tell me if I’m not doing it right,” Vereesa murmurs, so goddamn sweet that Xal’atath thinks she’ll get a cavity if she’s not careful, and then she presses the first inch in and Xal’atath thinks she sees God. Makes fucking sense, if she thinks about it, that her one weakness is getting dicked down by a Windrunner. Or maybe not her one weakness, because Vereesa makes a soft, shy little moan, snaking her arms underneath Xal’atath and hugging her tight, and Alleria stretches out besides them, kissing and petting indiscriminately, and Xal’atath seriously wonders if she’s died and gone to heaven. “Xally,” Vereesa moans, “you’re so wet.”
“All for you,” Alleria purrs, running her hand down her sister’s back, coming to rest on the slope of her ass. Lucky, Xal’atath thinks. “For us. She’s ours, Vereesa, and we’re hers, and that means you can fuck her like you own her, alright?”
“N-no,” Vereesa protests, slipping deeper and deeper in until she’s completely hilted, her hips flush with Xal’s, and Xal’s eyelashes flutter in tune with her cunt. “No, she’s ‒ I’m not ‒ don’t deserve‒”
“Yes, fuck, you do,” Xal’atath pants, trying to keep her voice somewhat legible despite the waves of pleasure crashing through her, because Vereesa is moving, now, clumsily and nowhere near fast enough, but she’s moving, and every drag of her cock against Xal’s walls is blissful and perfect and altogether mind-shatteringly pleasurable. “Vereesa, you ‒ you ‒ fuck, yes, I‒”
“What she’s trying to say,” Alleria says, and thank God because Xal’atath is in no state to string together anything more coherent than a plea for more, “is that you’re perfect, Vereesa. You’re perfect and we love you and you deserve this, you deserve this more than anything, Reesa, alright?”
“Please,” Vereesa whimpers, voice quivering with need, and she’s holding back, Xal can tell she’s holding back, and it warms her heart but she really, really just needs to be absolutely ruined by this beautiful, wonderful woman. “Please, don’t ‒ don’t stop‒”
“Won’t,” Xal’atath promises, throwing her arms around Vereesa’s shoulders and holding on tight. “Won’t, won’t ever ‒ faster, baby, please, please just ‒ ha ‒ don’t hold back, I need it, I‒”
Vereesa thrusts, with far more force than Xal even thought her capable of, and Xal’atath is gone, utterly gone, her thoughts all broiled and baked and melted down into raw pleasure as Vereesa truly starts to fuck her, fast and hard and clumsy, yes, but still so goddamn good. “Love you,” Vereesa whimpers, and she sounds ‒ she sounds broken, she sounds like a little puppy, rutting into her owner ‒ fuck, that’s a thought, Vereesa in a collar and a leash, that’s ‒ that’s something, that’s fucking something, for sure. “Love you so much, Xally, Leera, love you both, just… just want you, forever and ever ‒ so tight‒”
“Good girl,” Alleria says, somewhat breathlessly. “Oh, Reesa, you’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you. You’re taking such good care of her, darling, you’re treating her so well, you’re treating both of us so well. I’m so… I’m so fucking happy, Reesa, you can’t even understand ‒ we’ve wanted this for so long, for so agonizingly long ‒ we’re never going to let you go now, Reesa, you’re ‒ you’re ours, and we’re yours, okay?”
“Okay,” Vereesa pants. “Yes, okay, fucking ‒ please, Leera, don’t ever want to be anyone else’s, just ‒ just want to be ‒ want to be yours‒”
“You are,” Alleria promises, and then she slips her hand in between their bodies to rub firm circles into Xal’s clit, and holy fuck oh Jesus Christ. “You’re ours, Vereesa, we’ll take care of you. Are you close, baby?”
“So ‒ so close,” Vereesa whispers. “Wanna ‒ wanna make it last‒”
“We have forever, baby,” Alleria tells her, and Xal’atath ‒ Xal’atath is not ‒ Xal’atath can feel her climax, unstoppable, now, impossible to shake. “You can let go, darling. Fill her up, Reesa, make her yours. She needs it, trust me, she needs it.”
“Love ‒ love you,” Vereesa whines, “Xally,” and then she hilts herself one last time and cums with a sob, and half a second later Xal’atath follows her, fluttering desperately around Vereesa’s cock, sticky warmth flooding her cunt as her vision blurs with pleasure. She feels like she’s floating, or falling, surrounded by ecstasy, and she’s panting as she slowly comes to, and Vereesa is ‒ Vereesa is not doing much better, still buried within Xal’atath, gasping and whining as she tries to catch her breath. “Xally,” she chokes out. “Xal’atath‒”
“Darling,” Xal’atath murmurs, fighting through the haze of pleasure to press a kiss to Vereesa’s forehead, now slightly damp with sweat. She’s exhausted, warm and sated and practically purring, and she doesn’t think she wants anything other than to stay here, wrapped up in Vereesa’s arms, forever ‒ except, no, because where is Alleria? “Wife,” she mumbles. “Wife, come here.”
Alleria laughs, tucking herself into Xal’atath’s side and kissing her neck. “You two feeling alright?”
“Fantastic,” Xal’atath rasps. “Vereesa?”
Vereesa blinks, flailing around wildly until her hand finds Alleria’s. “Love,” she pants. “Love you two. So much. So wonderful.”
“We love you more,” Alleria responds, and then, because she’s a cruel bitch, she says, “okay, time to get up, girls.”
“No,” Vereesa whines. “Sleep.”
“We all have to shower and brush our teeth,” Alleria says. “And you have to take your estrogen. And, uh, we probably are going to want to change the sheets.”
“Don’t listen to the mean lady,” Xal’atath whispers. “Stay here, warm woman.”
“We can shower together.”
Xal’atath considers this. “Perhaps we shall listen to the mean lady a little bit. Just this once.”
“Just this once,” Vereesa agrees, and they both shiver as Vereesa pulls out, sitting back on the mattress, eyelids drooping, smiling shyly. “Wow. Wow.”
“Wow. Now, come on, it’s only…” Alleria squints at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand and then whistles. “Hot damn, it’s a quarter past eleven. We’ve been fucking for… what, a full hour? Hour and a half?”
“Hour fifteen, I think.” Xal’atath rolls off of the bed; it takes her a few seconds to remember how legs work. “Mm, fuck, Reese’s Pieces, you sure know how to treat a lady. Thank God we did this after the wedding, I won’t be able to dance right for a goddamn week.”
Vereesa blushes, and then clears her throat. “Um. Okay. So. I think ‒ I think maybe it’s ‒ maybe it’s pretty obvious by now, but, uh, I sorta. I. I think I am in love with you both. Just to… just to put that on the table.”
“She’s so fucking adorable,” Xal’atath crows. “Oh my God. We’re in love with you too, darling. Very, very, in love.”
“Yay! Okay. That’s ‒ that’s really good,” Vereesa stammers. “Er ‒ so, uh, if ‒ could ‒ would you want to‒”
“We’ll take you out on a proper date tomorrow,” Alleria says, pushing off of the mattress and rooting around in her discarded dress. “Dinner and a movie, at a nice restaurant, and then we can come back here and you can make good on your promise.”
“My ‒ oh! OH! Yes. That.” Vereesa seems to just be perpetually blushing, now, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her chest. “Um, that ‒ that sounds really ‒ I’d like that a lot, Alleria. So ‒ should ‒ am I ‒ can I stay over tonight?”
“Stay over ‒ no, Vereesa, no, listen.” Xal’atath takes hold of Vereesa’s hands, making eye contact, which is difficult given that Vereesa’s eyes are flitting wildly around the room. “Tomorrow morning we are going to drive to your apartment and pack all of your things and then you are going to come here and stay with us, alright? Preferably here, in our room, but if that’s moving too fast for you then feel free to use the room you have now.”
“I…” Vereesa swallows. “Really?”
“Really really,” Alleria confirms. “We talked about this, actually, a few weeks back. We can turn your old room into a study, and it’ll also work as, y’know, a place for just you, if you need some alone time.”
Vereesa beams, and then freezes, her face falling. “Oh, but ‒ but we’re sisters.”
Ah. Yes. Xal’atath glances at Alleria, who purses her lips and nods. Thank God, Xal’atath really does not want to be the one who has to field that one. “Well. Look. It’s not that strange for you to live with us, not really. People aren’t going to assume incest, they’re going to assume that we’re close and that the economy is tight or whatever ‒ and we’ll leave the bed in there, so that we have plausible deniability. It’s… look, Reesa, it’s not going to be easy, I won’t lie to you. Anyone you want to tell, we can tell, even Mother‒”
“Oh, fuck no,” Vereesa interrupts. “Jesus fucking Christ absolutely not. I want to tell Jaina eventually, and that means we’ll have to tell Sylvanas, and then we should probably tell Lirath, but ‒ but Mother? I’d rather fucking die.”
Alleria snorts. “Right. Well. Feeling is very mutual. My point is, though, that yeah, to the outside world we’re going to have to look like just close sisters. And that’s ‒ I really, really fucking hate that, Reesa, and it makes me a little sick to think about, but… but we’ll know the truth, and that’s enough for me, and it’s enough for Xal.”
“We’d understand,” Xal’atath says softly, “if that isn’t enough for you, though. It’ll be hardest on you, and even besides that… if this isn’t what you want, if you want something that you don’t need to keep secret… it would hurt like hell, Vereesa, but we would respect your choice.”
“Okay. I choose you,” Vereesa says simply. “I would choose you even if it actually did have to be a secret, but, like… it doesn’t, not really, y’know? I can move in with you and sleep with you and take showers with you and eat dinner with you and ‒ and if you two ever, like, have kids, then I’ll be Aunt Reesa, right? I’ll probably get made fun of for being an old maid a lot, but the joke is on them, because I get to go home to you two every night. And…” Vereesa shrugs. “And, like, who the fuck cares? I’ve been in love with Alleria for as long as I can remember and I’ve been in love with Xally for… actually, I don’t know exactly when I fell in love, but I’ve had a crush on you since we first met, so, like, six years?”
“Almost seven, I think,” Xal’atath says.
“Almost seven is six, dumbass,” Alleria says, grinning like an absolute maniac. “So ‒ so we’re doing this, then? All three of us?”
“That’d make me, what, your girlfriend? Both of your girlfriends? Of yours ‒ girlfriends of…” Vereesa scrunches up her nose. “I’d be dating both of you?”
Xal’atath hums, tugging Vereesa off the bed so that she can begin to strip the linens. “Girlfriends, for now, but only because if I have to look at one more wedding dress I’m going to fucking scream.”
“Oh, shit,” Alleria says, returning to her foraging and coming out with her phone. “Seventy three messages in the family group chat. Mother is, uh, not very happy about how quickly we left. And…” Alleria pauses, and then bursts out laughing. “Vereesa, she wants to know if we know where you are. Apparently she’s been calling and you haven’t picked up.”
Vereesa snorts, padding up behind Alleria and taking the phone from her. “Haven’t seen her,” she types, reading out loud. “Thought she was with you.”
“Reesa, no,” Alleria whines. “She’s gonna be so pissed.”
“I’m not done,” Vereesa says. “Question mark emoji, question mark emoji, inquisitive face emoji. Send message. Okay!” She turns the phone off, handing it back to her sister, and then glances at Xal, beaming. “Shower time?”
“I love you both so incredibly much,” Xal’atath says, by which she means yes, shower time.
(It turns out that it’s utterly impossible to fit three people into their already somewhat cramped shower, and Xal and Alleria have to stage a revolution to get equal time under the water, and at one point Xal’atath tries to kiss Vereesa and then misses and ends up with a mouthful of shampoo, somehow. Xal’atath thinks she’s never been this happy in her entire life.)