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It starts like this. Zoey and Mira had been teasing Rumi all day. Nails lightly dragging over patterned skin, grabbing her ass while walking down hallways, gently teasing where her horns and tail grow from while fans are just around the corner, a hand brushing over her tits in a flimsy excuse to adjust her jacket, sliding a leg between her thighs before a meeting, and a breathy "good girl" in her ear as they leave the dressing room.
It had been driving her crazy, poking at pressure points with no way to let off steam. They'd been surrounded by crew since breakfast, and each hour seemed to only bring more delicious torture.
Other than a mild game of footsie during dinner, they seemed to drop it, leaving Rumi high and dry. Well, not dry.
She wasn't sure if the rules had changed or if this was still part of the game. Regardless, she didn't push, letting her girls set the pace, no matter how pent up she felt.
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Rumi was brushing her teeth, doing her night routine. Zoey passed by the open bathroom door, hiding something behind her back, a small devilish smile as she waited for Rumi's attention. When she glanced over, Zoey revealed what she had been hiding: a leather leash that was black with gold thread. Mira's leash, swinging from Zoey's elegant finger; a reminder that the game was still on.
Rumi stared for a moment, snapping her mouth shut when Zoey laughed at her. Her teeth, suddenly much sharper than she remembered, broke her toothbrush in half.
Quickly spitting out the broken brush and rinsing out the bristles and paste, she left to follow after the shorter woman, ignoring the rest of her nighttime routine. Reaching the bedroom doorway, she watched as Mira knelt in front of Zoey on the bed, a pretty blush warming her cheeks as Zoey clipped the leash to her collar.
Waiting for Zoey's nod, she flexed her claws, wanting desperately to run her tongue over their pet's elegant and eager body. At Zoey's signal, she pounced, eyes flashing in the lamplight as she tugged at the hem of Mira's clothes. Her claws got caught, and she growled, fumbling with the sleep shirt. The fabric ripped under her sharp claws. "Hey!" Mira whined, "I liked that shirt." Her whines turned into a gasp of pleasure as Rumi latched onto her now accessible chest, nipping and licking her nipples.
She could hear Zoey moving beside her, the tangle of ripped clothes eased out from underneath Mira's shuddering body, but she was too preoccupied with tasting Mira's drooling cunt, tongue dipping in her folds and lathing over her clit.
It wasn't till she felt her arms being tugged back, forcing her head up, that she saw what Zoey had been getting up to. Mira's torn shirt was being wrapped around her claws, tied around her back.
She growled at being forced away from Mira's slit. "Uh-uh, none of that, tiger," Zoey admonished, tightening the makeshift restraints.
Rumi focused her eyes on Mira, taking in her flushed cheeks, the way her chest heaved as she panted, the dazed look in her eyes.
Zoey snapped her fingers, getting Mira's attention. Rumi whined and pulled as Mira moved off the bed, joining Zoey behind Rumi's back. Someone's hand stuffed a tangle of ruined fabric into Rumi's mouth, gagging her while she waited impatiently.
"Wait just a moment, tiger," Mira reassured, her usually calm voice raspy from the attention Rumi had given her. She ran her hand down the length of Rumi's back, groping her ass and wandering up to her tail. Stroking the cartilage, she wrapped around the length and gently pulled. Rumi's pathetic whines turned into a moan as Mira gripped the sensitive flesh, eyes fluttering shut while she shuddered at the sensation.
Her face was grabbed as Zoey's hands, mildly callused yet soft, drew her attention to the new body underneath her. "Can you behave for us, sweet girl?" she whispered.
When Rumi nodded, Zoey removed the wet fabric from her mouth, tossing it to the side. She stared at Rumi's now open maw, admiring the sharp teeth shining with Mira's slick and Rumi's drool. With a flick of her wrist, she tugged at Mira's leash, sparking movement behind Rumi.
She trembled as nimble fingers slowly dragged her slick folds apart, spreading the wetness up to her clit. "You're so pretty like this, all pent up and desperate. Already dripping and we've barely even started," came Miras voice from over Rumi's shoulder. She slid two fingers inside with ease, scissoring her open.
"So wet, so ready for us, aren't you?" Zoey cooed, tracing along the patterns on Rumi's front, cupping her breasts. Bringing her face closer, she started kissing her face patterns, before slowly licking along her jaw.
Mira removes her fingers and slides the head of the strap against her cunt. Grasping onto her horns, Mira thrust into Rumi, all three moaning as she entered oh so easily. Hips quickly found its rhythm, strap pumping in and out of Rumi while she panted over Zoey's eager body.
Rumi moaned as Mira moved faster, and Zoey kissed her way to Rumi's mouth, catching her lip on a tusk. Mira moved steadily, holding her bound claws in one hand while her other glided over her back before wrapping around her tail, fondling it as she fucked her.
Rumi grunted out a "close" as she feels her orgasm within hair's reach.
"Good girl, Rumi," Zoey praised, licking her tusk a final time, shivering under Rumi's ragged breathing. "Gonna come for us, sweet thing?"
An obscene sound left Rumi's throat as she writhed her way through her orgasm, patterns lighting up and body shaking, eyes rolled back in hypnotizing ecstasy.
"So good for us," sighed Mira. rolling her hips to a slow, slow grind, she stroked the tail, her gaze dark with want.
Rumi closed her eyes, shivering as she felt Mira release her tail. Her fingers skated up her back, over patterns and rippling muscles, reaching her hair and making a fist. She pushed Rumi's face forward, into Zoey's awaiting cunt. The overwhelming smell of slick filled Rumis mouth as she dragged her tongue along her wet folds.
With a gasp, Zoey grabbed onto Rumis horns, pressing her closer. Her moans filled the room as Rumi devoured her like a woman starved. Filthy pornographic noises sounded as Rumi's tongue worked over Zoey's cunt. She tapped the horns twice, and the noises stopped, and Rumi lifted her head, a concerned look on her face.
There's a pause, Zoey's eyes searching hers, lips parting to speak. "Green," Rumi says quickly, before her girlfriend can even ask. "Green, green, green, dear god, green." A feral grin spread across both Mira's and Zoey's faces as the moment ended and the delicious torture resumed.
Zoey pulls at Mira's leash, urging her to start fucking Rumi again. Her cry of delight as she orgasmed almost muffled the wet sounds of impact as Mira finally quickens her pace.
Mira rolls her hips against Rumi's, cheek resting against the broad expanse of patterned shoulders and toned stomach against clawed fists as the supple leather of her leash pulls her closer to her girls. When Rumi lifts off Zoey's thighs, drool, slick, and cum are smeared over her lips and chin. Zoey stares, transfixed, as Mira pounds into the half-demon.
When she recovers enough to move, she wiggles down so she's almost face-to-face with Rumi. planting a kiss on the cartilage of her horns, she caresses them, forcing another shudder from Rumi before restarting her kisses along her jaw. When she finally leans up to kiss her, it's a mercy. Tongues darting out as they kiss greedily.
Mira continues to fuck Rumi through it, hips snapping forward with purpose, thumb massaging her clit. Her body wracked with sensations of her horns, tail, tusks, cunt, and clit all being played with. Fingers denting into the flesh of her ass as Zoey kneads at the flesh.
They felt her tremble before she cried out, eyes squeezed shut and pussy clenching around the strap as she collapsed into her orgasm. Her legs falter beneath her, and she crumbles to the bed, crushing into Zoey's side.
Slowly pulling out, Mira huffs in exertion, falling to Zoey's other side.
"You did so good, pet," Zoey murmured, hands trailing down sweat-damp skin. "So good for us," she echoed Mira's earlier words before pulling her into a messy kiss. She reached for the straps on Mira's thighs, loosening them before slipping her fingers through dripping folds. gathering wetness, she moved up to her clit, swiping at the bundle of nerves as Mira whimpered in her ear. A sinful smile spread across her face as she quickened her pace. "Ready for your reward?" Mira nodded, hips rolling to meet Zoe's fingers. With some well-executed movements, she had her taller girlfriend trembling under the touch, body aching as she finally melted into her own orgasm.
The three lay in the bed, a tangled knot of satisfied limbs, twisted sheets, and a well-sated half-demon.