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The new Kjerag commercial district is a bit of a wonder. A mix of Victorian maternities, and traditional Kjeran aesthetic; Fang is marveled by just how quickly the people had progressed since Rhodes Island had arrived. A single, grand hotel that rose from the center of the district like a mobile city’s control tower, and the surrounding streets were all lit by powered lamps. More specifically for tonight's festivities though is a novel little tavern that served both traditional Kjeran alcohol but also Lateran monastery beer and Ursan spirits.
So it was the perfect place for a festive little holiday party with some Rhodes Islanders. Enciodes, naturally, got the tavern exclusively for the company party. They wouldn’t want for business this particular Midwinter’s Solstice. The Doctor and Fang, however, had slipped out partway through the second rendition of an ad hoc Kjeran choir to instead wander the evening streets as VIP and bodyguard.
At least, it looked like a man and his bodyguard. Unlike someone like Degenbrecher, Fang is far more… inconspicuous. Thick blue coat and fur lined at the collar, shorts that -despite the cold- went up to the mid-thigh, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses; none of her getup screamed “I could take you” outwardly, but that’s because they couldn’t see the fit Kurantan beneath the oversized coat. Truth is, she and the Doctor were having a little moment together- a little romantic moment. Watching the gentle snowfall past the glow of streetlamps, the festive Solstice decorations draped across entrances and window displays of the artisan shops lining the street, the thinning crowds as the night drew closer -and colder- giving the pair a sense of solitude. Soon Fang would suggest that they retire- but not back to Rhodes Island. There were plenty of little hotels off the side-streets that she and the Doctor could have a little… uninterrupted moment together.
At least until they come across another couple turning where Fang had intended. The woman drunkenly loses her footing and stumbles, but when the man goes to catch her, she shoves him away. If that isn’t suspicious enough that this might be a case of unwanted attention, when they draw closer they can hear the argument at hand.
“C’mon, lets get out of the cold.”
“S-Stop. I need to get… back to the station-”
The woman even sounded familiar. Siracusa accent… beautifully bushy tail… Lupo ears… is that Penance? The party was supposed to go until midnight, so why did she leave? The man beside her -or rather trialing her like a scavenger- is some Feline looking fellow. Columbian accent, thick and flashy coat, and is definitely not anyone either the Doctor or Fang recognize as being a part of Rhodes Island. The way that he keeps trying to get his arm around Penanace- around Lavinia’s waist gives the both of them a bad vibe. Fang gives the Doctor a look of concern flashed in just the tiniest frown and pursing of the lips, and soon the two of them are arm-in-arm approaching from behind.
“I know a nice place where I could warm you up…”
“Nnn… I need to… get back…”
“You’re pretty drunk. How about we rest up, I’ll get the room and you just need to-”
Fang, already on the alert, goes into cop-mode immediately. Already creased bro locks into a steadfast glare as she marches her way up to the opportunist and-
*Thwack!*
Fang and the Doctor stand stunned as the sound of leather and chain cracking off the Feline man echoes down the side street.
“What the fuck, lady!? I’m just tryin’ to help you!” the would-be-casanova snarls. His posture is decidedly less friendly now. This should be when Fang lunges forward, but she holds back when she sees how Lavinia starts spinning that purse-
“No means no, seccatura!” Lavinia bellows. Even in her supremely drunken state, she can see through a liar’s attempts, but also because of her supremely drunken state, she’s swinging that purse like it's her mace. Now instead of the worry of Lavinia being led off, the pair rush to stop her from beating a man to death.
“Lavinia!” Fang calls out, buying the slimy little shit a chance to escape, lest he be beaten into a bloody pulp by the former judge. Their Lupo comrade-in-arms, despite having been savaging a man with a handbag moments before, melts into a friendly demeanor instantly as Fang and the Doctor catch her drunken stumbling.
“Miss Fang and… oh, il Dottore?” Lavinia warmly purrs as the two lift her to her feet. “I thought you two had left for the landship. I was worried about you!”
Fang and the Doctor exchange a glance. They had left early, but not to head back. At least Fang held in her blush well enough and hid the soft smile by pushing her glasses up. Before Lavinia could really ask what the pair of them were up to, an echoing chime rang through the Kjeran streets.
“This is a public warning: snap-freeze warning is in effect, blizzard warning is in effect. Please seek immediate shelter. Repeat, this is a public warning…”
A “snap freeze”? Was this an often enough occurrence that the Kjerans had installed a system just to warn tourists? He would have to ask Enciotes later, but for right now the Doctor grimaces as announced, “We’re still a ways off from Rhodes Island.”
Fang, though, is ever pragmatic. “There!” she announces, pointing to the nearby hotel- the one that the two of them had intended to spend a little… private time in. With Lavinia stumbling between them, they slip into a slowly filling lobby. The Doctor gestures that he’s heading to the counter.
“Welcome, sir.” The Browntail receptionist greets. “Due to the emergency shelter-in-place order, you may shelter in the lobby, or take a room at a discount.”
“I think a room would be best, Doctor.” Fang whispers, suddenly by the Doctor’s side as she gestures towards Lavinia. Their Vulpo companion is slouched in an armchair, the inebriation clear for everyone here to see.
“We’ll take a discount room.” The Doctor quickly decides as Fang goes to help Lavinia to her feet.
“Just one?” The clerk’s smile seems almost teasing when her eyes dart between a very drunk woman clinging to his other female companion and him. The clerk seemed to be saying, ‘You have two beautiful ladies and a man all in a single room?’
“Just the one.” Fang answers hastily before going to comfort Lavinia.
“Ah, yes what my… companion said, just the one room.”
“We don’t have too many available-”
“Because of the shelter-in place, that’s fine. Just somewhere so my friend can sober up privately.”
The clerk smiles wide and mischievous, her Zalak ears twitching with a sudden delight. “Of course, right away!”
Maybe the Doctor should have phrased it better, or specified that he wanted a simple single room. The honeymoon suite certainly wasn’t what he’d have chosen, especially when budget-minded… but he couldn’t fault the clerk for tactically exploiting a Catastrophe for gains.
Fang’s eyes light up when they open the door to the spacious suite, tail flicking with a more subtle excitement.
“I’ve never really gotten to stay in a place like this.” she wonders aloud while wandering in. There’s a lounge with a moonlit view of Mount Kjerag, or at least a view until the blizzard really rolls in, so really all they get is a view of the lamplit district below. She moves to a long, spacious couch that sits before a gently crackling fireplace, gesturing for the Doctor to help Lavinia over to it.
They lie her down gently, the former judge sighing softly as she curls her legs up onto the cushions. With their friend comfy, Fang and the Doctor continue exploring the suit and really take in the glitz of it. The lounge came with a bar, and a complimentary bottle of wine set with several wine glasses at the ready, not to mention a small kitchenette stocked with some snacks and fruit to tide them over through the blizzard. The bedroom was slightly less spacious, but it made up for the square-footage taken up by a massive bed meant for a chieftain. It was a unique mix of contemporary Kjerag with the more traditional… and it struck the Doctor as familiar. Victorian decor mixed with Kerjan…
“Enciodes, you damn devil.” he mutters under his breath. The bottle of wine had a neat little bow and tag addressed to “my promiscuous business partner”. He didn’t know what chilled him more, the Kjeran blizzard or the spy network Enciodes seemingly had-
“Hmm? What, Doctor?” Fang pokes her head from the bathroom, the long cobalt ponytail swinging there in the doorway.
“Nothing, Fang. Is the bathroom nice too?”
“It’s got a huge bath and a separate shower. It could probably fit all three of us-” Fang’s ears twitch and the blush across the bridge of her nose is instant as it is telling.
The two return to find that Lavinia wasn’t as passed out as they had first believed. Despite her state of inebriation, Lavinia had deftly poured out three glasses of the wine and was already sampling the notes of it.
“It is a bold bottle. Gaulish style but from a Siracusan winery, found in a Kjeran hotel that was constructed in a Victorian style, undoubtedly using Columbian funding. Truly this is an international effort.” Lavinia waxes with surprising lucidity, motioning for the two to join her at the bar.
“Are you sure you should be drinking, Lavinia?” The Doctor must ask as he watches Lavinia raise the glass once more.
“What is one more cup in a night like this?” Lavinia cutely chuckles before her plump, pink-painted lips press to the clear rim.
“Well what else is there to do during a shelter-in-place?” Fang smiles and shrugs, sitting on a barstool beside Lavinia, who stands leaning back against the marble. With the Kurantan taking a glass, well he was the odd-one-out now, wasn’t he?
“Drink, sleep, get hung over.” he concedes, clinking the wine glass to Lavinia and Fang’s. Drinking in good -and beautiful- company during a blizzard was certainly a better way to pass the time. Lavinia, as drunk as she had first appeared, strikes a composed -if not slightly seductive- figure leaning back against the bar. She’d left her winter coat at the door, and just like her usual uniform, she’s clad in all black. The long-sleeve sweater-blouse is slightly loose, no doubt from all the stumbling around, but still does a phenomenal job at clinging to Lavinia’s generous chest. Her skirt is modest when reaching down to her ankles, but the way Lavinia stands flashes a bit more of her leg as well as the stylish high-heeled boots.
And Fang? Well as one of the Doctor’s most trusted subordinates, he’s… intimately familiar with the tight, fit figure beneath the cobalt-blue jacket, as well as the grey sweater beneath that- not to mention the sports bra and shorts beneath those layers too. Where Lavinia is voluptuous and full, he knows that Fang is cut and fit, any and all fat trimmed from a tight, toned belly. Legs powerful enough to kick the door off a bathroom stall are all sensually curved to a hip and waistline that could be nothing less than curvaceous.
“I am… a bit of a mess.” Lavinia chuckles lightly to herself as she places the wine glass down and letting her head roll back until it hits the backrest of the couch. “Most unbecoming of me.”
“You’re gorgeous.” Fang gushes instantly, “I’m convinced you could wear a potato sack and still look beautiful, Lavina.” The cobalt-haired Kurantan glances at the Doctor, signaling to him that there was no better time than now.
“Ravishing, even.” the Doctor lets the alcohol in his veins speak for him. He expects Lavinia to sober up instantly, stammering or scolding in equal measure to the clear come-on…
Well, the Lupo does stiffen up, but he can see her chewing that plump bottom lip of hers like she’s actually contemplating the subtext that floats around the room.
“-and it’s not like anyone else will see you like this. Just us.” Fang adds softly. What sounds like a hand outstretched in compassion proves to be that little proverbial push off the curb that sends Lavinia stumbling instead
With a deep, longing sigh, Lavinia pulls herself together enough to grab the wine bottle and pour herself a chug or two. A desperate few gulps and the Doctor and Fang give each other concerned glances before Lavinia slams the glass down and grabs the Doctor by the collar, reeling him in face-to-face.
“Ravishing? A woman like me, ravishing? Best watch your words, Dottore. I might be the most civilized of Siracusans, but I am still a Siracusan woman at heart!”
Paradoxically boastful words whispered with wine-red lips and alcohol laden breaths. Lavinia’s blush is from more than just the booze or makeup. With all the enmity of Lavinia’s perceived inadequacies aimed at the Doctor, Fang slides into the opening beside the drunken judge.
“Well, I agree with the Doctor.” Fang smiles while pushing up her glasses, lending the airs of honest and innocent assessment as she gives Lavinia a clear and obviously lingering once-over.
“And what of you, Miss Fang? You have the legs of a Kurantan! Curvaceous and toned! Not like mine-” without much thought, Lavinia hikes her skirt up right up to the border of modesty, showing off the full length of soft, milky skin… before pinching at her thigh as if to show the flaws.
“Flabby. Even with all the exercise of being an operator, I can’t ever quite trim them down.”
Fang places her hand over Lavinia’s to stop the self-depricating pinching… but quickly it turns to appreciative strokes of those full, curvaceous thighs. The Doctor holds his breath, taking in the sight of his lover teasing another woman’s leg and committing the whole scene to long-term memory… at least until Fang subtly gestures to him with a coy tilt of her head.
“Flabby? Lavinia they’re full and curvy, and with your hips and waist? They fit you perfectly.” The Doctor gushes the truth that both he and Fang see but Lavinia tries to deny.
The Lupo suddenly stands straight, ears perked in alarm and eyes darting sharply between the two who flank her. Has she suddenly realized that she is the prey here?
“You two… are incorrigible.” she growls accusingly. “I am a judge of Siracusa! A woman of morals! Such blatant and shameful flirting! I know what you are doing.”
Fang and the Doctor exchange glances once more, worried that they might have gone a bit too far this time- and considering what Lavinia had done to that other prospective paramour with her bag… Well worry turns to sudden and blatant fear as Lavinia grabs the Doctor’s collar…
-and slams her face against his. Tongue out in a clumsy, drunken, and inexperienced attempt to make out, or maybe Lavinia was just panting from all that pent of heat?
Fang watches them Gaulish kiss in a sloppy and completely undignified manner… and realizes just how hot it’s making her. She scoots closer, very aware of how her face is burning up as she lets them know.
The tiniest little mewl, needy and wanting…
The Doctor’s eyes, as glazed over with a dangerous mix of asphyxiation and intoxication as they are, glances to Fang. Just a little turn of his head as a hint to Lavinia that he wanted to give some attention to his secretary and team leader. It’s a hint that Lavinia takes, giving the Doctor a moment to breathe.
Fang was expecting the Doctor to take her lips like usual, but Lavinia’s the one who suddenly grabs Fang by the hair and draws the Kurantan in.
“Ahhh Miss Fang… I could just eat you up, too.” Lavinia huskily growls and jams her ravenously wild tongue into Fang’s mouth.
The vigor of it! Fang squeaks in surprise, but Lavinia’s lust-laden gasps and growls drown Fang’s littler utterances like a Catastrophe coming off the plains. It isn’t long before everyone is tugging at one another’s clothes in between the bouts of tongue-wrestling, hands groping in an unabashed frenzy. Any breather taken was filled with more wine before diving back into the fray.
Gods above, it’s been… years since Lavinia’s kissed anyone, and even then it had just been a chaste little kiss on the lips- nothing at all like this. Fang has a sweetness that swirled with the wines’ bolder notes and an intoxicatingly feminine allure... and when Fang pulls away Lavinia switches to the Doctor. A more heady front to it, and though there’s a sweetness there’s also the . The Doctor stiffens slightly during Lavinia’s fresh taste of him, but his tongue suddenly redoubles in effort as moans leak from the gaps between their lips. One of his arms grabs hold of Lavinia’s head to keep her from retreating from him, but his other is… elsewhere? Probably around Fang’s waist, ready to pull her in. Lavinia wants to shy from the attention he lavishes on her for a moment so Fang can take her due, but the Kurantan isn’t in the scrum anymore.
There’s a wet suckling sound though, like Fang was making out with another, but the Doctor was preoccupied with Lavinia-
And Lavinia suddenly realizes that it’s coming from below.
The Lupo breaks the kiss, but the Doctor doesn’t pursue her, instead letting his head roll back with mouth agape and moans lodged tight in his throat. Lavinia can easily see why.
Fang is shamelessly on her knees, looking up straight at Lavinia, the Doctor’s… throbbing gavel in her mouth. She smiles momentarily, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes before she closes them to focus on the sensation of her vulgar act. Lavinia is transfixed by the unexpected escalation of lusts, unable to blink as Fang bobs her head back and forth. It’s an indecent magic show; inches of the Doctor’s… wand momentarily disappearing only to reappear the next blink far more slathered in shimmering saliva. There’s an occasional suggestive slurp or *gluck!*, and that candidness only entices Lavinia more.
“D-Dottore? D-Does it feel good?” Lavinia timidly whispers.
“Gods… yes…” he groans, grasping for Lavinia.
She backs up just out of reach, eyes darting back and forth between the Doctor gritting his teeth from the pleasure, and Fang seemingly debasing herself for him. It's bearing witness to the sheer immorality of the act that sobers her momentarily. Just what she’s doing here, when they clearly are… a thing? Lavinia can’t help but wonder if she’s just an extra in this little… pornographic film when Fang pops the tip of the Doctor from her plump lips and, while slickly pumping his girth with dexterous flicks of the wrist, looks up at Lavinia and asks so innocently, “Want to try, Lavinia?”
Propositioned like Fang were asking Lavinia if she wished to borrow a cigarette or play a game. Lavinia should be insulted! She thought… she thought that the Doctor and Fang were above this!
But something in her belly ached, and the delight and devotion on Fang’s face -the enjoyment on the Doctor’s too- caused her heart to pang painfully. Sex was… supposed to be between lovers, right? Lavinia… harbored feelings for them- but this is an escalation! Not to mention she had no idea that the Doctor and Fang were… are-
“Lavinia… it’s okay if you don’t want to. We thought you-” The Doctor begins, only to be cut off by Fang. When the cobalt Kuranta offers the opportunity again with a smile… Lavinia drifts closer. As Fang gracefully moves aside, Lavinia takes her place.
Never has Lavinia ever been on her knees before anyone.
Yet here she is for the first time; not in supplication or surrender, but in curious craving.
“Give it a lick first, Lavinia.” Fang tempts softly.
Tongue out tentatively, Lavinia inches closer. There is a musk -a mix of saliva and something else- that makes her skin tingle. Her tongue touches warmth… and Lavinia gasps in surprise when the thing bounces in response.
Before Lavinia could apologize, Fang giggles and reassures with a gentle hand through the hair and soft coo, “Look Lavinia. Look at how excited you make him- it jumps on its own.”
True to Fang’s word, the Doctor’s… gavel bounces on its own, reacting to Lavinia’s warming breaths against his skin. A bead of clear liquid wells on the tiny slit on the tip… and there's a sudden sense of urgency- like she shouldn't let that droplet fall.
So Lavinia opens her mouth and lets the Doctor’s girth rest upon her tongue. A musk hits her tastebuds and flows through her throat with every breath, but it's the warmth and the throbbing of this meat that gets her salivating.
“Lavinia!” the Doctor suddenly groans. The sweetly strained note in his voice makes Lavinia’s ears twitch and tail instinctively swish back and forth excitedly.
The Doctor looks down to see the scandalous sight of Lavinia on her knees, his cock suckled by her lips, her face blushing pinker than a raspberry as she slowly and timidly works her way down his length. Her beautiful eyelashes flutter, golden irises looking up at him to ask how she’s going in this endeavor. They make eye contact just then and Lavinia, in all her refinement, moans some muffled word into his length before she closes her eyes and surrenders to the moment.
The deeper Lavinia goes… the more pleasure she sees when she steals glimpses. Now that… is a thought.
“Lavinia!” the Doctor moans again, this time more desperate. His hand caresses her ear, gingerly rubbing and scratching in a way that sends an excited chill down Lavinia’s spine. She feels her tail instinctively batting back and forth and that’s when she knows she’s too far gone back out.
Deeper.
She can get more of him in… she can taste the whole length- no she can get her tongue out that little bit more beyond her lips and lick that little bit further. His tip hits the softness in the back of her throat but Lavinia doesn’t gag. No, Lavinia purrs as she feels him curve slightly down into her throat…
“Amazing…” Fang hotly whispers in her ear, nuzzling the soft fur of the Lupo’s ears in place of the Doctor’s affection, encouraging Lavinia as she slowly and sensually slurps her way back up the Doctor’s manhood. On the next mouthful, she strokes the back of Lavinia’s head, running her lithe fingers through Lavinia’s lovely chocolate locks to further motivate the Lupo to go where she couldn’t. With eyes fluttering on each gulp down, Lavinia takes the Doctor’s manhood deeper. Her mind panics the moment she feels that stimulating girth flex around the bend in the back of her throat, her body wanting nothing more to constrict and force the obstruction out… but Fang’s eagerness is infectious. The cock throbs, swelling even bigger… but it still bends and she feels that precum painting a clinging line down as her lips approach the Doctor’s crotch.
Lavinia lingers -breath still held- with the Doctor’s full length in her throat. She can feel his pulse against her throat’s walls, feel the twitch of it threatening to tickle her throat, and savors it until she’s nearly out of precious air. When she comes up she can feel the absence his girth leaves in her throat while greedily gulping humid air. His throbbing is only against her lips instead of her tongue– instead of deeper in her throat, and that lack makes her hungry. At the Kurantan’s wordless urging with her finger strokes, Lavinia gobbles their Doctor right back up. Nothing like the gradual plucking of her lips from before– oh no no. When she said he looked delectable, she meant it. Mouth open wide, tongue dragging and wrapping around his shape as she feels that gentle, soft rigidity probe the back of her throat.
And then Fang’s hands slide somewhere else.
A warmth brushes up into her skirt, following her thigh upward to a place that… only Lavinia has ever touched.
“Uhlk! Ghhck!” Lavinia reflexively constricts around the meat, coming up to slurp and slobber on the knob just long enough for another breath. Both her partners pause- the Doctor panting and looking down with worry etched on his face; Fang’s hand hovering against the laced hem of Lavinia’s panties…
And Lavinia takes that length all once again.
“Lavinia…!”
“Lavinia!”
Both Fang and the Doctor gasp with delight at what they were witnessing. Strong willed Lavinia; beautiful and stalwart Lavinia; upstanding and honorable Lavinia… on her knees between the Doctor’s scandalously spread legs… swabbing the back of her throat over and over with his cock as if she were trying to reach something deeper. Each guttural utterance she makes as she works him deeper, each raunchy slurp when she sucks her lips tight, each sloppy spill of saliva as she bobs her head up and down his length just shatters that refined image of her. She’s pummeling her own uvula with his cock, and all from Fang whispering like a devil in her ears.
“Is he tasty, Lavinia?” comes Fang’s breathless ask, mouth agape as she watches Lavinia work their lover’s cock with gusto.
“Nngh… uhlk! Mmmn hmm…” Lavinia rudely speaks with her mouth full, but spreads her legs slightly so Fang can "encourage" her further.
Fang wants to see just what will happen if Lavinia takes their Doctor all the way down to the base. Even with the… practice Fang gets with him… Lavinia just seems to have no gag reflex. She could be jealous, could get herself all worked up over just how naturally Lavinia seems to grasp things that others have to train for… or she could simply sit back and enjoy it. It’s… well it’s fucking hot, and Fang would be lying if she said she wasn’t getting a little wet watching it. Her hand slips down her own shorts, the familiar sensation of her fingertips through her bush and down onto her clit is made all the more spicy when she mirrors it to Lavinia. The Lupo has a bit more fur than she does, but her pussy lips are just as wet and puffy as Fang’s
“Lavinia…” Fang whines into Lavinia’s ear, feeling how it cutely twitches in response to her suggestive tone, “Make him cum for you, Lavinia…”
A bawdy groan signals that she’s doing something that the couple both find invigorating. When she comes up for air, the Doctor definitely has grown in girth from watching her, and Fang… Fang’s mouth is agape and panting. The Kurantan’s lips are quivering as if she wants a bite, or perhaps a kiss from Lavinia… but Lavinia can hear just how busy Fang’s hands are.
Fang leans in again, nibbles on Lavinia’s ear, giving the Lupo a secret hint that only she used to be privy to. The Doctor’s jaw is clenched tight, his breaths hissing, his legs rigid and tight and toes curled…
“He’s close…” comes Fang’s strained whisper, “You’re making him… cum, Lavinia…”
And Lavinia hums at that realization, closing her eyes tight as she works him all the way. She fights back the gag, eyes watering at the pressure against her airway, lazily wagging her tongue across the underside of his cock.
She feels the excited pulse throbbing in counter to her own running through her neck as the pleasure of Fang’s fingers roils up from below.
Fang gasps and shudders, slumping against Lavinia’s shoulder…
The Doctor’s long, drawn out groan as his hips quiver and buck…
And an explosion- a molten release straight down to her gullet. At first she thinks she can handle it, but unlike her past lovers he keeps flowing. It’s thick and sticky, clinging as she tries to swallow it all down, but in a moment of panic she can’t. His girth slips from her stretched throat, trailing molten seed as it goes until, eventually, she has to gasp for air.
One last pulse of his virility the moment his tip leaves her lips, streaking a warm, sticky trail across Lavinia’s face as she falls back on her haunches. Dazed, begging for air, she watches Fang let out a deep and throaty moan as her body spasms electrically. The Kurantan folds in on herself as she leans deeper into Lavinia, urging the Lupo to finger herself in Fang’s absence. Mewling a deeply sensual song, Fang wetly rubs and fingers more tremors from herself in a mindless need for more pleasure. In that obsessive need for more sensation, Fang gingerly scoops the leftovers from Lavvinia’s lips and sucks it from her finger, sharing in the savoriness.
Lavinia is stunned silent, absolutely captivated as the normally diligent, upstanding woman that Fang was hedonistically sucks on each finger, lapping up what she could. Just like Originite into a furnace, it fuels her tapering orgasm, stretching out the pleasure until her engine burns out with one final, delirious groan.
The absolute state of Fang’s insatiable arousal has Lavinia’s hand drifting down her belly. The Doctor’s warmth pools in her stomach but it’s the throbbing heat from her lower abdomen that makes Lavinia’s hand drift further- to where Fang had been exploring. The urgent need burns through her panties and skirt, and the ache of being momentarily distracted from enjoying her own release tempts Lavinia’s fingers beneath the fabric…
“Lavinia…” The Doctor’s moan startles Lavinia and she yanks her hand out from under her skirt. The man she respects so dearly covers his face with an arm, voice clearly hoarse as he utters a sacreligious, “Dear gods-” He’s left seeing stars, heartbeat drumming away in his ears as it feels like blood is rushing back to his brain. “Lavinia that was-”
“-amazing…” Fang finishes with a dreamy sigh, her own tide of orgasms slowly receding. She finishes lasciviously licking her own fingers with a delightfully showy smack before turning her crookedly-bespectacled gaze upon Lavinia. With the Doctor catching his breath, Fang takes charge again, helping a shaky Lavinia to her feet and over to the couch for a breather before going to fetch a fresh glass of wine for them both.
Lavinia watches as the Kurantan woman she thought she knew walks with a feminine sway to her hips. It’s a sensualness Lavinia never noticed when on the landship; like Fang is a completely different person when in private. More at ease, more confident, more… well, herself. A lot like how Lavinia felt in private, except far more… sure of her femininity. Clearly, there is a side to Fang that she never dared show anyone else, and Lavinia is now one of the privileged few that has witnessed it. When Fang sits down beside Lavinia, the judge gladly takes the glass offered to her, saying a private “Salut~” to Fang as they clink their glasses, all before helping wash some of the Doctor’s virility from the deeper reaches of her throat. The body of the red tastes different -more rich- and the finish is far more… robust with the scent of the Doctor lingering in the back of the throat.
Fang smiles at Lavinia through her own glass before they finish. It’s a fleeting, knowing, flirty sort of smile, one that is gone when both glasses come back empty and Fang delicately plucks Lavinia’s from her hands.
“Doctor, are you okay?” Fang asks delicately, glancing over Lavinia’s shoulder to the Doctor nearly folded back on the counter, grasping at the marble to keep himself upright.
“...Gods yes. Give me a moment though, Fang.”
“... I think you broke him, Lavinia.” the Kurantan teases, leaning closer to Lavinia with a hand suggestively placed high on her thigh, cobalt eyes sparkling and intense.
“Th-That wasn’t my intention… b-but I did that?”
“You did that.” Fang whispers hotly, lips just a hairs breadth from Lavinia’s. “You didn’t climax though.”
Lavinia stiffens for a second as Fang’s hand playfully kneads the inside of her thighs, but she doesn’t push the Kurantan away- not that Fang stops, either. She doesn’t say anything when the Kurantan starts hiking the hem of her skirt up to expose Lavinia’s legs, but her expression must speak a thousand other words, because Fang leans in and places a chaste kiss on Lavinia’s cheek. Now, normally the Siracusan woman might have chuckled at the predicament- she a Lupo woman, fierce and proud, frozen and pinned to a couch by just two Kurantan hands- but all Lavinia can do is stare as Fang’s hand disappears beneath her skirt that’s now up her thighs.
“F-Fang…” Lavinia hotly exhales the moment fingertips brush the eager and sensitive place between her legs. Even through the underwear, its like Fang’s touch burns. The cobalt Kurantan traces Lavinia’s swollen mound before teasing the gap between clearly parting petals.
“Sshhh… just lay back, Lavinia. I always look out for comrades in need.” Fang’s suggestive twist on duty hitches the scandalous gasp in Lavinia’s throat, but it's her fingers that unleash twist it into something more slovenly before unleashing it.
“Gods above!” Lavinia moans as she sinks deeper into the couch and giving Fang more access to her subconsciously spreading legs. Fang’s slipped beneath the lace now as was stirring up Lavinia’s sticky nectar- no even more wantonly, she was smearing it across Lavinia’s lower lips and making an absolute mess of Lavinia’s best panties.
“Ah… Gods it’s stuffy in here!” Fang abruptly announces as she suddenly pulls away, leaving a bewildered Lavinia absolutely hot and bothered, trapped right on the cusp of sweet, sweet relief.
In one swift motion, Fang yanks her sweater up-and-over her head before playfully tugging at the hem of Lavinia’s. The forwardness makes Lavinia’s heart leap; it’s like Fang is the Lupo on the hunt and she the prey.
The willing prey, no less!
When Fang lunges for an embrace, Lavinia is not proud to admit that she squeaks in excitement. When Fang’s fingers return to cup her moistening mound, Lavinia grinds her hips against the pleasing pressure while biting at Fangs’ lips. There is no more shame, not when relief is so close- quite literally at hand-
-and once more, agonizingly, Fang pulls back and leaves Lavinia right at the cliff’s edge of her climax. Something rumbles up in Lavinia’s throat and it’s only when Fang stands up completely that Lavinia realizes she’s growling at her.
“Don’t worry, Lavinia,” Fang smiles, placing a knee against the inside of Lavinia’s to keep those legs wide and welcoming.
The captain’s physique is only shown through her half-nakedness; modest breasts covered in the Rhodes Island branded PT sports bra that is accented by a lithe frame that spoke to her being more muscle than fat. She undoes the button of her high-rising shorts and as they fall away down the feminine curve of her deceptively wide hips, the subtle contours of her abs are revealed. The reveal of light-grey spandex clutching her curves like what wraps her chest, the tightness of her hind and thighs for Lavinia to gaze upon… Lavinia could certainly appreciate the female form, but she never thought she could be as… attracted to it.
“You said you wanted to gobble me up… but from here, Lavinia…” Fang says as she drops to her knees and holds Lavinia’s legs open. Her breaths puff cool air against Lavinia’s womanhood- and Gods just how burning was Lavinia’s need that such hot breaths could feel like a refreshing breeze?
“-I think I want to unwrap and eat you up.”
Fang’s words are like Arts cast over Lavinia’s already clouded mind, and with just a suggestion and a gentle tug Lavinia is undressing. The skirt comes undone and falls to the floor with just a lift of Lavinia’s hips and flick of her tail, her blouse is hastily yanked up and over her head with the excitement of a child tearing open the Midwinter’s Solstice gift that even her cupped and padded breast fall with enough weight to bounce.
“F-Fang…!” Lavinia squeaks as the cobalt Kurantan crawls atop her, planting teasing kisses all down Lavinia’s body. Collarbone first, so close to the vulnerability of the neck that it gets Lavinia’s heckles raised on instinct. Heckels… and two once-soft nubs now erect with that electrical buzz when Fang’s hands slip under the cups protecting Lavinia’s doughy chest- just when had she undone Lavinia’s bra? No matter, it’s gone the next second, and Lavinia doesn’t care, not when Fang wiggles her tight hind back as she makes room for herself.
“I could be a bit jealous…” Fang mumbles against Lavinia’s skin, her words vibrating through the suppleness of Lavinia’s well-endowment, lips brushing the silky skin of their tender undersides. Lavinia is going to protest– compliment Fang even, but the words are ripped from her throat and replaced by an excited gasp when she feels the warmth of Fang’s tongue circling one of her stiff nipple while the other is roughly pinched between mischievous fingers.
Lavinia can barely stifle her arousement, covering her mouth with a trembling hand as Fang moves back and forth, teasing out the sensitivity of her chest’s nerve-laden tips. While she can stifle her voice, Lavinia can’t hide her reflexive wiggling, how she presses her thighs together and fidgets, trying to stimulate herself more-
When Fang finally moves on, Lavinia lets out a sigh of relief that might have had a tad bit more disappointment and impatience to it than she’d ever care to admit- as short lived as it is. Fangs’ tender lips trail down her belly, her abs, teasing her navel…
Lavinia sucks in a sharp and anxious breath as two hands gingerly spread her shapely legs. A soft kiss on the supple skin on the inner-thigh only makes the Lupo shiver and whine more, hips wiggling and tail fidgeting nervously.
“I-I’ve never… been with another… woman…” Lavinia confesses, blushing even brighter than when they had begun this whole raunchy escapade.
“Oh? Then… I. Hope. You. Enjoy. It~”
Each word, each puff of humid breath on Lavinia’s lower lips makes her shudder. Fang feels the embarrassment radiating from Lavinia in just how tense her legs are, how ready to snap closed she is, and so she eases the lovely Lupo in at first. Gentle fingers playing with those perfectly pink petals much like how Fang would play with herself– perhaps how even the rigid Penance might, too–
“Nnn… ah…” Lavinia softly gasps, legs relaxing a little more. Fang barely has to hold them open as she closes to just a hair’s breadth from Lavinia’s glorious womanhood. A simple kiss to go with the sensual circles her fingers swirl has Lavinia arch her back, bouncing the bed, but once Fang’s tongue makes contact, it’s too late for Lavinia to slam shut.
“F-F-Fang!?”
“Mmmhmm?” she hums her response, really lets those vibrations play havoc on Lavinia’s clit.
“...!”
When Fang glances up, Lavinia’s mouth is hanging open like she is going to say something, but all that comes out is a raspy breath and a dumbfounded moan.
And Fang smiles, playfully wriggling her tongue through Lavinia’s folds. The Lupo is surprisingly sweet; tart, but still sweet. Her nectar is a silky warmth that Fang takes tongue-fulls of while her fingernails sink into Lavinia’s delightfully springy thighs.
Lavinia manages to strife the moan, but not the electrical shiver that spikes her alcohol-addled nerves. Her tail flicks reflexively, brushing against the chest of the woman that is… that is… oh, per gli dei!- of the woman that is currently eating her out like she’s a fine tiramisu! She instinctively grabs at the Kurantan’s cobalt-crowned head to push her off, embarrassment hitting a critical tipping point, but finds that she can’t quite muster the strength to; desire sapping it from her.
Gods above, she has never felt so hot before, and when the Doctor returns to the bed the embarrassment and need mix into a volatile cocktail that has Lavinia softly mewling. That’s when Fang comes up for air, smacking her lips and savoring the honey still clinging to her fingers.
“Fancy a taste, Doctor?” The Kurantan hotly beckons, holding Lavinia’s legs invitingly open and the soaked crotch of her panties aside like a curtain.
“Oh, most certainly!” comes the naked man’s reply as he places the steaming mugs on the displaced coffee table.
Lavinia can’t contain the excited shiver as the Doctor takes his place and lowers his face between her legs. A tender, loving kiss right on her trimmed crown of chocolate curls makes the Lupo squeak, and when his lips take her more private ones for a soft suckling, Lavinia can’t hold back the gasp, either.
Leaving Fang to do as she pleases, and what pleases her is playing with the former judge’s delightfully pliable melons. When freed from the black lace, they temptingly jiggle with each heaving breath, and she can’t help but nuzzle into that heavenly suppleness. A two-fold font of affection has Lavinia confused on just who to encourage more, her hands wildly going back and forth between the Doctor and Fang’s hair, before she simply settles on biting down on her own finger to keep the moans at bay.
“P-Please… it is too… too much…!” Lavinia cutely whines, and that’s when Fang takes the opportunity to continue her feast upon the Lupo. Lavinia shudders as Fang’s tongue lasciviously circles the now-pointed tips of her heavy mounds, teeth grazing those stiffening buds to illicit little yelps and shudders as the Doctor’s slurping grows more and more uncivilized. From left to right, back and forth, Fang plucks her lips off each nipple until they’re hard and sensitive while groping fingers deep into their supple bounty like a horny teenager.
“F-Fang! S-Stop I -ahn!-” Lavinia tries to protest.
Fang puts emphasis on that she “tries” because the moment she kisses the judge and thrusts her tongue into the gap of Lavinia’s moral armor, the Lupo melts into putty and yanks Fang closer rather than pushing her away. Smacking lips, dancing tongues, slurps of slobber and love juices- it’s an absolute debauched, drunken feast. Fang instinctively sways her hips, tail swishing this-way-and-that to draw attention to her needs, and the Doctor displays just how adaptable he is. Even with his face buried in Lavinia’s muff, one of his hands seeks out Fangs’ rear and gives it an appreciative squeeze. Isn’t long before his fingers find their way inside of her to see how much “rainfall” there was down there.
“Doctor-”
“Dottore-”
Both women hotly call out for more ministrations, and damn if he doesn’t step up to please. The love for his loyal sweetheart Fang, the affection and adoration for Lavinia; his heart swells with the desire to please both these women and gives him the strength to muscle through the weariness in his jaw or the awkward angle of his wrist. Lavinia’s sweltering sweetness sticking on his tongue, Fang’s pussy-pleats pulsing her panging need on his digit
The reward? Both women crying out his name as they melt into the couch as a cooing, spasming mess of delight.
Actually, the real reward is how when Fang stands up, takes Lavinia by the hand, and gently guides her towards the bedroom without any qualms or worries. If anything, the Lupo is blushing and biting her bottom lip in anticipation and desire. He trails behind them, making sure to bring the wine and glasses along as well.
Lavinia and Fang crash into the sheets side-by-side, and the Doctor takes in the splendor of both women. Fang -reliable, diligent, devoted Fang- stares up at him through crooked glasses with her face flushed red, biting her bottom lip in anticipation for what she already had planned for the rest of this evening. All she’s got left of her modesty is the light-grey Rhodes Island branded PT’s- the sports bra tight on her modest chest and bottoms clinging to her hind like a second skin.
He has to forcibly remember though: Fang is a bit bustier than some… but when compared to Lavinia? Lavinia’s black-lace bra had barely able to contain her, and though those silk cups lay discarded by the couch, her panties match- and they are certainly beyond what the Doctor could have ever pictured the prim-and-proper Lavinia wearing. Well, tonight is a special night. The question lingering on his mind is “was she hoping for something to happen?” Well, something is happening indeed.
Where Fang is tight, sporty, and full of eager pep, Lavinia is both entranced and hypnotic in her own right. Each heavy breath heaves her chest and makes those soft mounds roll with a sensual fluidity. Her tummy isn’t as defined as Fang’s, but her luscious frame has curves and plumpness in all of the right places to make her stunning beyond words. Her eyes are luridly half-lidded as they look up at him expectantly, arms up by her head as if to say, “I am all yours, Dottore.”
And before the Doctor could accept such a wordless invitation, Fang sits up, propped by one elbow so she can get a good once-over of Lavinia with the same admiration as him. Her hand drifts up Lavinia’s rolling curves and brushes across her ribs until coming to a teasing rest in the shadow of Lavinia’s gingerly rising and falling mountains -the exact path he was about to take!
“I think… our sweet guest should be first, Doctor.” Fang suggests with a knowing smile.
“F-Fang? What do you mean… ‘first’?” Lavinia stammers, but she’s blushing with that explicit expectation.
Fang answers by pulling Lavinia atop her, hugging and smooching the Lupo with such loving affection even while scandalously urging her to spread her legs and lift her hind. As… mortifying as it is to be in such a compromising position, Lavinia finds comfort in the fact that Fang, of all people, is the one guiding her through it with both affection and authority.
The Doctor sets himself behind Lavinia, caressing her tail and running a gentle hand down the arch of her back, and through that simple attentive touch she can tell that his hesitation is out of respect for her. Lavinia gives him a tacit glance back, catching his eyes and smiling softly before turning her full attention to the woman beneath her- yes the one who was currently playing “find the nipple” with Lavinia’s breasts dangling in front of her face. With a forgiving little huff, Lavinia lays more flat atop Fang, smothering the Kurantan’s handfuls with her own generous chest.
Something hard slaps against Lavinia’s tender petals and makes her yelp in surprise. There’s a momentary bashfulness in not being able to see the face of the man rubbing himself against her slippery slit, but that trepidation ends in electrically-chated shivers each time his warmth-radiating rod glides down against her clit, the head of his spear striking her hooded button like a door bell ringing with pleasure. Up and down he glides through her opening, his pre-cum oozing head giving teasing little dips into her now-drooling pussy. Each pass is slower than the last, more lingering, just that shy bit deeper…
“Are you ready for him?” Fang teases with her lips a hair's breadth from Lavinia’s.
Lavinia closes her eyes and holds her breath as her answer as she waits for the sensation of finally, finally feeling something hot and hard slip into her achingly impatient folds. She doesn’t wait long- his manhood slowly kisses her opening before gently sliding into her. He’s slow and tender, making sure that his girth gently stretches her unaccustomed walls, lighting up her nerves as it caresses each internal bump like streetlamps coming to life down a Sircussian street. Yes, the Doctor is warmer and more wholly filling than her fingers ever could be, not to mention he reaches deeper than she could ever comfortably reach herself, and with a pulse that thrummed with eager virility. Each inch she takes of him is slow and savory, and is accompanied by another playful partner exploring every other exterior inch of Lavinia.
“Yes…” Lavinia whispers in a long, low, and lust-filled hiss. Fang’s grip glides back up Lavinia’s legs… and gently pushes Lavinia back onto that last little bit of exposed manhood that the Doctor hadn’t the heart to shove in. The Lupo gasps her surprise at first, only to have it ratcheted into a moan as the Doctor’s hands hold her waist firm and steady so that he could keep reveling in her suckling pussy.
“Like it deep, Lavinia?” Fang playfully purrs before plucking a kiss off Lavinia’s quivering lips..
“Y-Yes…” comes Lavinia’s breathless reply the moment the Doctor starts to gently hump and grind.
Fang can’t help but be impressed- it took her a few times before she could take all of the Doctor’s stallion-of-a-cock. Her lover hasn’t started moving though, still just soaking in the small wiggles and micro-tremors of Lavinia’s intimate adjustments. Face flushed a shade brighter than what the wine had done, eyes clouded over with more drunkenness than alcohol alone, a thin veneer of sweat on Lavinia’s brow… poor thing must be packed with meat tighter than a Colombian hot dog, so Fang reaches down to assuage Lavinia with affectionate strokes of the Lupo’s ashy-gray hair.
Lavinia lets out a mewl somewhere between a plea for mercy and cry for attention, twinging something protective in Fang. The cobalt Kuranta embraces the Vulpo chastely at first- at first. Lavinia’s sweet summons were more than just wanting reassurance when her lips clash against Fang’s, tongue lancing straight into Fang’s mouth to tantalizingly tango.
And then he starts to move. Steady and slow at first, Lavinia sucking in a long breath as he pulls out, like once the girth was gone she could breathe… only for it to hiss out of her in a long drawn-out groan of satisfaction when he pushes back in.
“You look like you’re enjoying it, Lavinia.” Fang playfully points out.
Though Lavinia wishes to rebuke such slander to her good and virtuous name… all that comes out is a salacious little squeal when the Doctor’s spear starts thrusting in earnest. Lavinia grips the sheets beside Fang, doing her damndest to try and hold all those erotic sounds in-
And failing spectacularly.
Fang smiles when she sees Lavinia’s true pleasure start cracking through the mask, not to mention helps her along when she could. Kisses help loosen her, of course, but as the Doctor starts to beat out a tenderizing rhythm against Lavinia’s ass, Fang does her best to reach between their bodies to rub the place where the Doctor’s cock can’t quite stimulate.
The result of their combined efforts are literally right before Fang’s very eyes: stoic-but-sweet Lavinia mouth agape and singing the primitive song of pleasure inherent to them all. The Doctor’s impacts make those luscious eyelashes flutter, Lavinia’s golden irises seemingly flickering from the pleasure plapping her from behind. Fang knew that expression well enough- she had seen herself getting fucked from behind in the mirror… especially that one time in that coffee shop’s bathroom-
So she does what she would have wanted at that moment. Caresses, kisses, coos and erotic whispers- anything to accentuate the pleasure Lavinia was
“D-Dottore… I want to see your face! I… want to see your pleasure too…!” Lavinia sobs as she hits her first climax.
Both Fang and her lover pause, looking past the convulsing woman sandwiched between them to wordlessly communicate their surprise and willingness to… accommodate Lavinia. Though Fang can feel the panging ache of waiting for her turn, watching the Doctor and Lavinia make love might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Besides, she has ways of staving off the burning desire for copulation that are only going to be more hot when given a private show.
So when Lavinia sighs in relief from the Doctor acquiescing, Fang takes her by surprise once again by rolling the Lupon onto her back and exposing her vulnerability. Belly up, leg open, tail wagging back and forth- Gods above Lavinia looks as submissive as a , and Fang can’t help herself. As the Doctor finds his place between Lavinia’s luscious thighs, Fang’s fingers slip into herself in full sight of Lavinia.
“Lavinia…” the Doctor and Fang moan in unison as the pleasure builds once more, and the Lupo can’t settle on where her eyes should linger- on the man who’s spreading her legs -and her pussy-, or the woman crouched by her head finger-fucking herself.
Fang’s fast fingers match to the same pace the Doctor thrusts, the sticky lubrication of her and moaning forming a low harmony with the wet slaps of the Doctor’s crotch against Lavinia’s twat. They take turns kissing Lavinia and stealing her breath away. They count the times that the Lupo arches her back and thrusts her chest up before crying out that she’s cumming. They lavish Lavinia with so much affection and praise that the poor woman would shrivel and curl up from bashfulness if she didn’t have her legs wrapped tight around the Doctor’s waist…
“Gods, Lavinia… soon!” the Doctor hisses.
Lavinia… doesn’t understand at first. She sees his strain, feels his swollen cock jammed deep into her belly throbbing urgently, and in her ecstasy-addled mind can’t comprehend his sudden stop… or why he slowly draws himself from her most intimate embrace. She whimpers her protest, but her legs feel like jelly from sheer overstimulation shorting out her very muscles.
“Six… for her.” Fang chuckles, settling down beside Lavinia. The Lupo’s lips move like she’s trying to say something… so with a kiss to the cheek first, Fang tilts her ear beside Lavinia’s mouth and listens.
And she perks up instantly.
“What’s she saying, Fang?” The Doctor asks while catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his brow. His sweet captain just smiles while fixing her crooked glasses with a quick push of them up her nose. “Fang?” he asks again as the cobalt Kurantan scoots herself beside him. She hugs him from the side, rubs his arm between her breasts while guiding his hand to her absolutely drenched and ready pussy. He expects her to say something along the lines of “my turn”, when instead she grabs his Lavinia-cream coated cock and whispers,
"A spearwoman knows how to handle a haft-"
Fang nudges the Doctor back into place between Lavinia’s luscious legs and guides his instrument right back into those quivering folds.
“Fang, wait I’m-” he tries to protest, but caution and self-control are swimming through a particularly rough and unforgiving sea of impulse and lust- and those waters only get more tempestuous when Fang starts stroking the half of his haft that isn’t inside Lavinia’s silky folds.
With just a simple ring of thumb and forefinger all slathered with Lavinia's buttery excitement, all Fang needs to do is squeeze the exposed base of the Doctor's already rapidly pulsating girth. Lavinia can feel him react to Fang’s touch while he’s half inside of her… how he throbs harder than before.
“Fang, hold on-” he hisses through clenched teeth, but she doesn’t heed him. No, Fang quickly switches hands so she can descend upon Lavinia’s, smothering the Lupo with her lips while she pumps the Doctor’s engorged cock with each urgent beat of his heart. Doesn’t take more than a few strokes to push him past the point of no return.
And that’s when Fang lets the Lupo breathe. Lavinia half screams, half moans when she feels that warmth shoot into her belly. There’s the urgency, the sudden and sobering fear of being impregnated… but at the same time it feels… good. It might be the lack of breath dancing dangerously with alcohol, it just might be because of the hot frustration she’s felt recently, or maybe it was just a deep-seated desire of hers coming to the fore… but Lavinia doesn’t fight Fang off, doesn’t pull herself away from that still-spurting shaft that is painting her tight folds white… no she wraps her powerful legs around the Doctor’s waist instead, ramming him deep as a third splurt of his seed squirts into her womb.
Fang gasps in the moment she pulls away, a surprised but pleased purr in the note she expresses, but Lavinia doesn’t let her escape that easily. This… this perversion is the Kurantan’s fault, and so she needed to pay recompense!
Lavinia grabs Fang by the back of her head, fingers menacingly tangling themselves into that silky blue wave of hair as she yanks Fang back down to her. The satisfied moan from Lavinia is sung straight into Fang’s mouth, at least until the tongue come out to play- then they escape with breathy huffs and puffs and raw smacks of their lips. The sensuality, the raw sexual passion makes Lavinia shudder and spasm, a dollop of the Doctor’s cum squeezing out onto the bedding…
Wasted.
Fang gasps, only to have the precious breath stolen by an absolutely incensed Lavinia. The Lupo grows fiercer than before as she sits up and drives Fang back while grabbing hold of her at the same time. For a moment she really does think that Lavinia is trying to devour her… but it’s almost like… the judge was trying to punish her? No… no she definitely is! Lavinia starts pushing Fang’s head down towards her legs, the implication clear. Kiss after kiss against Lavinia’s sweat-stained skin, forcibly guided down to the most pungent and humid place imaginable… Fang takes those tender folds into her mouth, feeling how Lavinia’s surprise and shame makes them pulse and push another glob of a familiar… yet remixed flavor onto her tongue.
“Fang…” Lavinia needily purrs, hands gently stroking Fang’s mane now. Who knew that Lavinia could be this… suggestive when all inhibitions were out the window?
Well, it is a special occasion- a once-in-a-lifetime night for all three of them… so Fang settles on making it one that Lavinia won’t forget. She eagerly laps up the squeezes of warm white-stuff that Lavinia drip-feeds to her, licking and humming between servings to coax out the next batch. When the supply is spent, Lavinia lets out a massive sigh and flops back into the bedding and face covered by her arm.
But that doesn’t stop Fang. The Kurantan smirks, her tongue ravaging an already overstimulated Lavinia, twisting a reluctant groan from her...
At least until a pair of hands grab Fang’s raised hips, something hot and hard pushing into her from behind.
“Dwohk-hrrr!” Fang groans into Lavinia’s pussy as the Doctor plunges himself into hers. Unlike the slow and loving pace with Lavinia, the Doctor is hitting Fang hard straight from the get-go. That’s fine, though- that’s how Fang liked it! His first stroke spears through her folds and strikes home against her cervix, and its the start of the three-thrust combination that she had instructed him on. Two fast and shallow feints to soften the “guard” before driving home with the impaling thrust. Fang’s body tenses with each repetition, but she knows this pleasure. She’s disciplined enough to be able to keep swirling her tongue in sensual circles until-
Until there’s the sharp and surprising sting of a harsh hand clapping off one of her asscheeks! The shock of it shoots straight up her spine and exits out her mouth in an unrestrained moan of sick satisfaction. Her other cheek gets the same- and the Doctor goes back and forth between the two, spanks timed for the moment he’s completely sheathed inside of Fang so that she squeezes down on his entire length.
A sharp hump detaches Fang’s mouth from Lavinia, and the bedroom is filled with obscenely wanton moans. Her shrieks peak Lavinia’s concern, the Lupo suddenly becoming quite concerned for her newfound lover- at least until the judge sees the delirious joy and pleasure on Fang’s face. Well, at least until the Doctor shoves Fang’s head down into the wet, sex-stained sheets. Theirs is a harsh coupling; one filled with growling and snarling from the both of them as the Doctor thrusts with a vigor that Lavinia finds concerning. At first, she is glad that it wasn’t her taking it like that… but she certainly is envious that Fang is accustomed enough to it to be howling in ecstasy- whenever she manages to twist her face from the stained sheets to breathe. Between the spanks and the yanking of her tail, Lavinia is the enrapt audience to Fang’s degradation as the Kurantan bites the sheets, gripping them with such strain and stress that it seems like she’s hanging on for dear life with every rut.
“Take it Fang. Be my good girl. Take it, Fang.” The Doctor growls with a single-minded intent as he fully leans over the supplicating Kurantan, hands on her shoulders to pin her in place for the harsh fucking that he had spared Lavinia. He looks like he’s lost in a feverish trance, thrusting away without a care.
“That’s my beloved captain. Gods you’re so fucking tight, Fang… Lavinia-”
The Doctor’s tone suddenly shifts from that frightfully harsh and hungering growl to light and loving when he looks at Lavinia.
“Y-Yes, Dottore?”
He gestures with his chin, and Lavinia is on her knees beside him instantly. Despite the absolute abuse he’s imparting on Fang’s hind, his kisses to Lavinia are soft and caring… an incongruity that leaves her in a confused, but seduced daze. He pauses the assault on Fang’s nethers for a moment- but only after shoving his cock so deep into Fang that the Kurantan deliriously groans. A guiding hand moves Lavinia’s hand to Fang’s already rosy-red hind… and the implication blares a blush across Lavinia’s face like a wildfire.
He wants her as an accessory to this… assault and battery he’s perpetrating on Fang’s backside. His hand slips from atop hers to grab Fang’s lithe little waist… and yanks her back onto him.
“Nggh!” Fang grunts, jaw hanging open, glasses slipping down to the bridge of her mouth. She looks absolute intoxicated despite not having a single sip of wine in the last… has it been an hour or two of lovemaking? Well, “lovemaking”- Lavinia is still a bit concerned about this kind of love.
“P-Please…” Fang pleads as the Doctor winds his hips back.
Lavinia is about to stop him when she realizes that Fang is looking up at her and begging- nay she’s wiggling her hind with tail twitching with anticipation.
She’s not begging for Lavinia to stop him.
The next set of strokes are slower, but harder than before. Deeper than he had with Lavinia, cock coming out smeared with Fang’s honey. Where Lavinia was tight but supple, Fang coils and clenches when he strikes her pleasure just right. He needs to be slow, deliberate, yet unrestrained to get the most reward from his lover. Each time she takes his full length, his tip crashes into her gateway and his crotch sticks to hers, and Fang tightens like a vice to keep him from pulling back- or rather so that he can feel every bump and fold to her when he does.
When Lavinia’s palm makes that harsh contact, though? Fang quivers and spasms, loosens just enough that he can draw himself back without worry for her- all so that he can ram home on her deepest pleasure button once again. Over and over again, Fangs screams and grunts the guide on just what he needs to do. He lets Fang ride out a climax, grinding his tip against an opening that feels like his tip seats perfectly to while her muscles twitch wildly around his girth- all before repeating. It could go on like this for an hour, until Fang is completely spent and left a babbling wreck of ecstasy… but Lavinia adds a new spice to their routine.
At first the defender seemed trepid about striking Fang, but once she realized the joy Fang was getting out of it… well that changed her mind real quick. By Fang’s first rumbling orgasm, she was grinding herself against the Doctor, pressing those massive pillows against his body and kissing at his neck- at least until he turned his head so she could catch his lips. By Fang’s second or third, Lavinia seemed hypnotized by the sight and sounds of Fang’s most perverse needs. Between the debasing spanks and hot, needy kisses, Lavinia had been not-so-subtly rubbing her fingers through her own tender lips, chasing after the residual pleasure absolutely radiating from Fang. Partway through Fang’s fourth, the Doctor can feel Lavinia tense against his body, a soft whimper escaping her throat.
By Fang’s fifth? Well that climax coincides with his own. The bestial groan claws its way up his throat as Fang’s pussy milks his length. Tip seated with the gateway to her womb, the shudder preludes the flood of seed into his mare-
And Lavinia’s fingernails sink into his rear, her raw strength trying to push him through Fang’s tight little opening to really ensure that not a single drop misses. The Lupo squeals madly before trying to devour the Doctor, her own climax as much as a surprise as it is a delight to everyone.
“Lavinia…” Fang weakly beckons while recovering from her degeneracy, drawing the Lupo’s ravenous attention from the Doctor to herself.
“Miss Fang…” Lavinia hotly coos back while wrapping herself atop Fang to shelter the ravaged Kurantan.
“Thank you.” Fang manages to mutter, suddenly awash with embarrassment. She had shown her comrade her deepest and most secret self… and Lavinia cast her judgement in the form of an accepting embrace and a soft kiss.
“I should thank you.” Lavinia whispers back, suddenly pulling Fang into an embrace that brought the Kurantan’s head upon a loving and motherly breast. “Trusting me enough with your secrets? Including me in your love? How did… how you know?”
Fang glanced from the corner of her eye at the Doctor, who caught the hint and quickly went to go get the water.
“I had my suspicions… cop intuition.” Fang admits.
“The Doctor…”
“Has love to spare for you, too… if you want to, um…”
“-share?”
Fang weakly nods before nuzzling into Lavinia’s chest further.
“...” Lavinia sighs softly, pulling Fang in tighter and running her fingers through the Kurantan’s hair. “I must think about it. I do not know if my… affection for him burns as brightly as yours does.”
“But this-”
“-was an… experiment. A unique one, at that.” Lavinia announces despite the pang in her heart.
“-is.” Fang corrects, twisting herself with what energy she can muster to be able to look Lavinia in the eyes and smile. “The night isn’t over, and you really should make sure, shouldn’t you?”
The shower’s been on, but Fang doesn’t step in yet. It’s occupied -obviously- and though she knows there’s more than enough room in there, she chooses to watch and listen for now. There just happens to be something so arousing about seeing the slight obscured but still distinctly curvaceous outline of a woman pushed up against frosted, condensation-clung glass. The squeak of skin being forced across the slick surface from massive breasts pressed up flat like they were trying to wipe away the fog with them- or was it the hands desperately trying to find purchase on the glass? The wanton moaning and the wet claps of flesh meeting flesh certainly painted a particularly suggestive picture of what was going on just on the other side of that semi-translucent wall.
Fang shudders, her tail twitching with excitement at the fact that she’s getting her own private little porno- one that she could participate in at any moment by just stepping through the door. She doesn’t, there’s something… more intimate about watching like this. It reminds her of what she used to watch on those more lonely estrus nights before the Doctor started… assisting her with them. The towel she kept around her for false-modesty drops to the tile, forms the little carpet where she sits back, legs splayed open. Her fingers, though not as intimate as her lover’s, still know instinctively where to play as she watches Lavinia get what Fang has gotten time and time-over in the past year she and the Doctor have been together. More and more of Lavinia starts to appear through the steamy glass, the thumping of the Doctor’s cock driving Lavinia’s belly into the barrier hard enough that it rattles growing all the more concerning, but the shower’s holding up just fine so far.
Fang exhales slowly as she drinks in Lavinia’s howls of excitement, her screams of being bred, and can see the precise moment that Lavinia climaxes when the Lupo tries to claw at the glass. Gods, it makes her so fucking hot seeing another woman get driven mad by the same dick that got her good, too- a validation of her choice of lovers. Fang lays back onto the towel as she really starts feeling herself, putting it all on full display for her more… “captive” audience. The voyeuristic spice sends a tingle down her spine, and she can see those amber irises of Lavinia seeking her out and going wide in shock when they catch Fang… “handling her business”.
Lavinia had been hoping that Fang would tag in and spare her, but no, the Kurantan was clearly pleasuring herself to Lavinia’s tortuous pleasure. The Doctor slows his rutting, but not out of fatigue- oh no. Lavinia can feel how he’s still rock-hard and throbbing with a desperate need for her, he’s only slowed because Lavinia’s knees are knocking together like a landship’s superstructure giving out beneath its weight. He hooks his arms through her armpits and with surprising strength, holds Lavinia up against the shower wall… and starts fucking her again.
“Dottore! Ti prego, lasciami mi riposare un po!” she tries to protest, but the Doctor doesn’t understand Siracusan. If anything, he heard ‘prego’ as ‘pregnant’ and started grinding up into her womb harder than before. She vaguely remembered screaming for him to, in her words, “fill her like a pasticciotti...” but that felt like ages ago- or at least four or five climaxes ago.
“F-Fang… please!” Lavinia pleads, unable to look away from the Kurantan on the floor just a foot away, separated only by a sheet of glass- a surprisingly robust one, too. Fang was arching her back, mouth agape with moans that Lavinia can’t hear over her own, one finger deep in her folds while the other rubbed at her hooded pearl with the ferocity of a woman possessed by a demon.
“Cum inside her, Doctor! Fill her until she’s dripping! G-Gods!” Fang shouts gleefully before throwing her head back and letting the throes of pleasure take her, too.
What a betrayal! What an absolute travesty! What a… a…!
Lavinia squeals as the Doctor rams her up to her tiptoes, the majority of her weight either against the shower glass or on his cock. One throb, two throbs, and one final twitch and groan…
Warmth floods up into Lavinia’s belly. An infusion that had been boiled in the heat of their lovemaking, far hotter than than the shower water that had turned the bathroom into a chokingly humid chamber- or has all that been from their continuous coitus, too? It was the last thought Lavinia could have before the girth in her belly pulls out and the arms supporting her let her go. Its as if someone has yanked her spine out, her body limp as she slides down the shower glass to rest on the tiles below, and Lavinia finds herself face-to-face with Fang’s pretty pink flower bud. It’s spread by Fang’s fingers, all flooded with sweet, shimmering nectar, pulsing like it was gasping and ready for a sweet Gaulish kissing… and in Lavinia’s sex-addled, oxygen-starved mind she tried to. Tongue out, eager to taste what wine the Kurantan had... only to lap up beads of condensation from the glass. Lavinia would be embarrassed, if not for the profound disappointment that overrode it. So instead of a squeak of surprise at her own immorality, a needy moan fogs the one obstacle separating Lavinia from that achingly seductive treat, forming fresh beads that are lapped up again by the eagerness she wants to show Fang.
Seeing Lavinia’s sudden… incapacitation, Fang seductively coos, “My turn.” before curling a finger to the Doctor and sauntering back to the bedroom. Let Lavinia rest, recover, and redeploy- Fang could most certainly occupy the Doctor’s lusts undaunted.
“My turn.” Fang whispers excitedly as she mounts the Doctor’s lap and slips his spear into her sweltering snatch, moaning out a hissing, “Yes!” as she feels his girth slipping all the way to her core, only stopping short of completely crushing up into her gut… but still nice and snug.
“Fang-” the Doctor’s concern at her short-lived discomfort has meaning. He knows her, knows when she has those little bits of self-doubt.
“You’re still hard for me.” his lover smiles as she pushes her glasses back up her nose. “Even after having all of Lavinia, too-”
The Doctor sits up and throws his arms around Fang, kissing her with an intensity that spoke to his unfettered love for her. It's a kiss that wipes away all of Fang’s fears.
“Lavinia is wonderful- a beauty unlike any other, but you-” the Doctor brushes his nose against hers in a childish and innocently earnest show of affection, “I will always love you, you know? That you’d do all this for me- for us. It is certainly a ride of a lifetime, isn’t it?”
The Doctor’s spear throbs with his heartbeat that Fang can feel in his chest when he holds her close; a powerful pronouncement that his words are the truth. He refuses to let her pull away, only freeing her enough so that he can kiss her with such ferocity it even steals Lavinia’s breath away.
“-and what a ride has been so far, Fang.” Lavinia purrs from behind Fang, having snuck up on the couple while they were lost in one-another. The captain nearly jumps in surprise, only to feel Lavinia’s soft warmth press into her back, strong arms wrapping them all in a loving and accepting embrace.
“And now… I will have your taste, Fang.” the Lupo announces before her hot breaths cling to Fang’s neck. It makes Fang mewl softly, her body reflexively constricting around the Doctor so sensually that he gasps against her as well. When Fang’s hips falter in their dance, Lavinia picks Fang up- literally. The deceptively strong woman lifts Fang up the length of the Doctor’s entire spear before pushing her back down onto the Doctor’s lap, impaling the Kurantan on the pleasure jabbing into her belly.
“L-L-Lav…Lavini -ahhh!-” Fang groans to the heavens above when Lavinia yanks her braid and pulls her head back. The Lupo’s mouth clamps over Fang’s, devouring her gasps and sampling what lust truly taste like with an erotically playful tongue. Being bent back like this, breasts thrust into the Doctor’s face, Fang can only rock her hips and grind the Doctor’s pleasure in lest Lavinia makes her again. Her eyes roll back from the building pleasure, vision going white with Lavinia’s hunger bearing down on her from above… Fang submits, groaning into Lavinia’s mouth as the Doctor leans back and starts humping his hips up into her.
She doesn’t have the breath to scream anymore, but both partners can feel the orgasm crash through Fang… and they do not relent. She is just a Vanguard, she doesn’t have the staying power like Lavinia. She… she…!
Gods above, she loves this!?
“Dottore… -Ah!- oh Gods!”
“Doctor…! M-Me next… fuck!”
He starts inside of Lavinia and finishes inside of Fang, his cream welling into a milky-white bead from the Lupo’s hole just as he pulls free from Fang’s. Both women are face-down-ass-up, hands reaching back to spread themselves for his viewing pleasure as the cum drips from their overstuffed holes. He wants to keep going… he wants to keep flooding these two beauties with more seed than he’s ever managed with just Fang alone…
But somewhere between swirling a cum-slick finger in Lavinia’s pussy and Fang deliriously sucking him clean… he just collapses. The mind willing, the body though- the body just can’t keep up. Fang naturally cradles him and checks his vitals while Lavinia gingerly gives him sips of water… but the moment the two women realize that he’s not in any danger… well they still have vigor to spare.
The Doctor watches as the woman who holds his heart share a little place in her own for Lavinia. Hungry lips, needy hands, a tangle of limbs that crashes into the bed beside him as a captive audience. Fang takes top first, as expected, forcefully grinding the cum leaking from her against Lavinia’s equally seeping slit. The pinned Lupo moans uncontrollably as Fang works their clits together with erotic sways of her hips, but the Doctor recognizes Lavinia’s more unrestrained voice… and what he hears right now coming from her quivering lips isn’t that.
So when Lavinia reaches out and tenderly strokes his cheek in a wordless request… he nods back to her, smiling as he eagerly awaits the show.
The Lupo’s pounce is powerful and authoritative, taking Fang completely off-guard as she crashes back into the bed. She pins Fang’s hands, drags that weight chest across Fang’s, and licks her lips hungrily.
“Miss Fang… I do hope you are committed to having a Siracusan lover. We are… rather passionate-”
Rather passionate, indeed. For what feels like the next hour, the Doctor bears witness to Lavinia’s commitment to her and Fang’s little secret. He bears witness to the unchecked, raw passion of a woman as dedicated as Lavinia. He bears witness to someone just as capable of dominating his lover as he is… and knows that she’s the perfect fit.
If only Lavinia herself comes to that same conclusion.
Sunlight cuts through the tiny gap in the blinds like a knife- so naturally it jabs Fang in the eyes and twists until she’s awake. Thankfully being one of the outer spoons, she manages to untangle herself from the mess of limbs without too much effort, but her absence makes the woman cradled between her and her lover stir. Water first- a cup for herself then a pitcher for the others, or maybe she should make coffee instead? Its obviously daytime, and even more obviously the blizzard has passed, leaving a quite-breathtaking view of Mount Kjerag.
And, if anyone on the peak just so happened to be looking back with a spyglass, they’d see Fang standing proudly at the window with only her glasses on- so she quickly heads to the bathroom to at least grab one of the robes. When she passes the bed, she pauses, smiling at how preciously curled up Lavinia is. The Lupo’s braid has completely come undone, chocolate locks flowing down the pillow and across the white sheets like a silky tributary. Her nakedness belies the earnesty she entrusted to the couple and remembering the judge’s usually upright demeanor, Fang grabs the other robe and lays it at the foot of the bed for her before heading back to the kitchenette.
The lounge reads like a debauched crime scene. There’s discarded clothes, stains, tipped glasses and empty bottles, and even the slightly-faded feminine smudge on the window- she doesn’t remember that one, but wouldn’t put it past the Doctor to have taken her there too. Her communicator buzzes from the floor, and checking it reveals… fifteen unread messages. A few from her teammates, one drunk dickpic from the Doctor while he was tip-in someone, and most concerningly a text from Kal’tsit. She taps out a quick ‘We’re fine, stayed in a hotel for the blizzard.’ and sent without a second thought to the implication. If anything… Lavinia could help give the story of ‘No, nothing happened everything was innocent’ a bit more credibility- though Fang quickly retracted that thought. She and the Doctor would own up to dragging Lavinia here and doing all those debauched things before they’d ever implicate Lavinia’s complicity without her consent.
Fang returns to the bedroom, four bottles of water in hand, to find Lavinia is the next up. The judge looks back at her from over her shoulder, pulling the robe over those seductive curves like putting a particularly intoxicating bottle of liquor back onto the shelf and just out of reach. With a light step, Lavinia brushes past Fang, but takes her by the hand as she goes. They close the door behind them before drifting back to the couch where Fang had broken down Lavinia’s composure so readily the night before. Seeing the serious look on Lavinia’s face makes the bit of post-debauchery clarity hit her like a particularly weighted purse to the face.
“... so…” Fang begins but is suddenly aware of just how dry her throat is. Masking the awkwardness with a sip of water, and stalling with an extra gulp or two-
“It was a memorable night.” Lavinia smiles warmly, graciously accepting the bottle that Fang drank from as a peace offering. “While it was… enjoyable I do not know if it would be appropriate to repeat it.”
“Ah…” Fang deflates slightly, but Lavinia holds up a halting hand. Her turn to talk, her turn for honesty.
“Thank you, Miss Fang. I didn’t know that you and the Doctor were… seeing eachother.” while Lavinia chooses her words carefully, Fang can sense the trepidation in her body language. Tensed fingers on the bottle, stiff expression, rigid body… nothing at all like the freed woman from last night. “For the sake of simplicity and… deniability, we should consider this a one-off affair, yes?”
“If… that’s what you want, Lavinia.”
“It would be… simpler that way.” The wistfulness in Lavinia’s voice… there’s a little bit of doubt in her own words that makes Fang’s heart flutter like a butterfly’s wings.
Fang moves closer, tentative and hopeful as if Lavinia were a fowlbeast that’d spook from any sudden movement. Tentartivley- oh so tentatively like her words were made of glass, Fang states, “You like the Doctor, too.”
Lavinia’s ears twitch as she tents her fingers in her lap. “He is… an admirable man. One that I… could see myself fighting over.” she answers.
Fang weighs Lavinia’s words, and her heart sinks. Fang is willing to share, but she never considered that any invited “guest” might… want more.
“But… perhaps… next year?” Lavinia suggests, slipping a warm hand over Fang’s in a gentle reassurance that soothes Fang’s quaking heart.
“Y-Yes… Lavinia. Perhaps next year.” Fang smiles.