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“I need you.”
Mira looked up from the magazine in her hands, arching her eyebrow.
She was on the couch, lounging, slouched down, long legs extended and propped up on the coffee table.
Zoey looked at her, stumbling toward her. She looked tired.
Exhausted, really. She’d been streaming for hours. Longer, actually: days. But she’d had a few big collabs and charity streams lined up, so she’d locked herself in her room, and locked in. Mira and Rumi hadn’t seen her except for food and bathroom breaks.
Zoey grabbed the magazine from Mira’s hands, unceremoniously throwing it to the other end of the couch, before swinging a leg over Mira’s lap, and settling down. She buried her nose into Mira’s neck, her ragged breathing tickling the fine hairs on Mira’s neck.
She started rocking her hips, unprompted, and Mira let out a shaky breath as Zoey grabbed the lapel of her shirt with both her hands, balling the shirt up in her fists and using the newfound leverage to rock harder.
“Please, Mira.” Zoey whimpered, sounding almost pathetic.
Fuck.
“I need you.” she whined, moaning a high-pitched, needy, breathy moan against the skin of Mira’s neck.
“Zoey.” Mira warned softly.
Normally, this would work. When Zoey got like this, Mira knew what it was she needed. What it was she wanted.
She wanted Mira aggressive. She wanted Mira mean.
She wanted a hard scene.
Which was fine, Mira was usually happy to oblige, except –
“Zoey.” Mira tried again, Zoey mewling, hips still rocking. “Zoey, we can’t.”
Zoey whined, the sound so breathy it made Mira shudder. God, she knew this tone well. Knew this side of Zoey well. Knew what she wanted. Knew how to give it to her, too. Knew how to treat her roughly, just like she liked it. Indulging the freakier side that Zoey had – indulging her own freakier side, as well.
But they couldn’t, because –
“Zoey. Rumi will be home soon. Like, an hour-if-we’re-lucky, soon. We can’t.” she reiterated softly, sliding her hands under Zoey’s top and trying to stroke small circles into the small of her back with her thumbs.
Rumi. Their wonderful, incredible girlfriend, who loved them with all she was, but who had made it clear that their darker delights were between them. Who had her own kinks, but who opted out of this one particular one. She’d decided it wasn’t quite for her, assuring them both she loved them regardless, though. That she didn’t think any less of them. She’d simply requested they keep their hard scenes to moments she wasn’t around, lest she hear something that would make her worry for them.
Mira’s ministrations on Zoey’s back did little to discourage Zoey, who let out another high-pitched whine, leaning back into Mira’s touch, hips starting to roll instead of rock. Desperate.
Mira shivered.
“Trust me, Zoey. I want to. You know I want to.” she murmured, Zoey looking at her with half-lidded, needy eyes. Her lips were parted.
Mira suppressed a shudder. “Is there – can I do anything else for you though?” she asked, knitting her brow in slight concern.
“Just need you.” Zoey whimpered. “Please. Whatever you can do. Need something.”
Mira let out a shaky breath. “Right. Okay. How about this?” she racked her brain quickly, trying to think of something she could do. Something she could give Zoey, to at least help her through the mood. She licked her lips. “I’ll get the strap, okay? And you can ride me. I won’t help you at all. You can put on a depraved show for me, okay? And you can’t come until Rumi gets home and sees you being my little slut.”
Zoey moaned at “slut”, shivering. “Mmkay.” she whimpered.
She slumped against Mira, hips finally stilling, and Mira gently dug her fingertips into Zoey’s waist, encouraging her off.
Zoey did as she was directed, slumping against the couch, and Mira padded to her room, watching as Zoey straddled the sofa, sliding a hand down her pants and starting to rock her hips against her hand.
Fuck, okay. Mira let out a breath, digging her phone out of her pocket as she stepped into her room.
She sent Rumi a text.
SOS: Zoey’s going through it. Can you bring home ramen from her favorite place? She’s really needy rn, just a warning. She asked me for a hard scene but we’ve compromised with something else. You’re going to come home to her riding my strap on the couch, just so you’re not surprised. Will that be okay?
She tapped the side of her phone, biting her lip. She knew that, in theory, she didn’t have to ask Rumi if she was cool with coming home and seeing her girlfriends having sex. She’d seen it more than once. But, Mira still liked to check in, when possible. Mira knew that sometimes, if she herself came home after a hard day, or if she just wasn’t in the mood, walking in and seeing Rumi hilt or knuckle deep inside of Zoey (or vice-versa) could sometimes annoy her, more than be arousing to her. Sometimes, she was indifferent. Sometimes, it was exciting, and she’d join.
Just depended on her mood. So, she liked to give a heads up, whenever possible.
Her phone dinged as she opened the drawer with her straps, scanning her selection before quickly making her decision, and grabbing the one she wanted.
Okay, will do! And thanks for the heads up <3 Should I pick up anything else?
Mira breathed out a sigh of relief.
Don’t think so, but I think it’s gonna be a night of cuddles and comfort and probably a couple documentaries, so, brace yourself.
A beat, and then Mira also typed out:
She’s only allowed to come once you get home, so just...be prepared for that.
Rumi’s answer was instantaneous:
Lol, love that for her. And me. ;)
Mira smiled at her phone, letting out a low breath, yanking off her sweatpants, pulling on the strap-on with practiced ease. She grabbed a lube bottle and then was out of her room in a couple steps, pulling the door half-closed behind her.
She headed back out to the living room, Zoey still very much in the same position, whimpering, grinding against her hand, forehead pressed into the back of the couch. She looked up, dazed, when she heard Mira approaching. Her eyes were unfocused, hair mussed.
Mira took her seat, Zoey’s eyes zeroing in on the dildo, licking her lips.
Mira went to offer Zoey the lube, but Zoey swung herself back into position. She didn’t even take her sleeping shorts off, pulling them to the side as she sank down onto Mira’s strap, gasping.
Mira’s eyes widened, surprised. She dropped the lube bottle uselessly at her side. Best to keep it close, just in case.
Zoey panted as she pushed herself lower, finally mewling and lifting herself when she couldn’t take the stretch raw, anymore.
Mira arched an eyebrow, fingers twitching. Ready to offer the lube again, but Zoey paid her no mind, letting the dildo slide out of her before lining it back up and sinking down onto it again, moaning brokenly as she forced herself further down on it. Rather than pull back up, though, she started rocking her hips. Not up and down, but front to back, slowly working the rest of Mira’s cock inside of her: slowly coating the silicone with her slick arousal until her cunt met the base.
Mira breathed, impossibly turned on from the display.
“So big, baby.” Zoey whimpered, starting to grind. She threw her arms around Mira’s neck, rolling her hips. “Wish you could fuck me raw, Mira. Make my cunt so red and swollen for you.”
Mira moaned, digging her fingers into Zoey’s sides, under her shirt. She let out a small growl, pushing the shirt up. Zoey wasn’t wearing a bra, and the shirt came off easily, Zoey’s bare chest exposed as she kept riding Mira’s strap.
“Do it for me, slut.” Mira said lowly, pushing Zoey up with her hands. Zoey moaned loudly, lifting herself almost completely off of the dildo – following Mira’s silent instructions – before Mira pulled down on her, and Zoey plunged down on it, burying the entire thing inside of her. She mewled brokenly, getting the message, and she started to ride quicker: rising on Mira’s dildo and then coming down hard on it, bouncing.
She bit her lip as she rode, panting desperately.
Mira slid her hands down Zoey’s body, digging her nails into Zoey’s thighs as they flexed, Zoey mewling when Mira ran her nails up her supple skin, leaving angry red marks in their wake.
“Fuck.” Zoey breathed.
“Yes. Keep going.” Mira hissed, letting her fingers trail around the sides of Zoey’s ass, coming around and cupping it. She kept her hands there, helping keep Zoey steady, kneading her cheeks, encouraging her to roll her hips as she bounced.
Zoey moaned, high and needy, picking up her pace. She threw her head back, and Mira watched, entranced, as Zoey’s throat bobbed with each sound she made.
Fuck. She couldn’t resist, letting one cheek go and bringing her hand up, cupping Zoey’s jaw, pulling her down for a searing kiss.
“That’s a good girl.” Mira murmured against her lips, using her other hand to slap Zoey’s ass.
Zoey’s body jolted, the dildo clearly hitting a new spot as she cried out. She panted into Mira’s kiss, Mira delivering another slap, biting down on Zoey’s bottom lip at the same time.
She released Zoey’s jaw, then, Zoey once more throwing her head back, releasing a guttural moan, hips moving lewdly. Mira looked down, watching Zoey impale herself on the dildo.
Fuck, it was hot. The dildo was soaked.
Zoey was known to be able to get turned on at the drop of a hat, so it wasn’t entirely surprising she’d been able to take the dildo without lube, but it was still a bit unusual for her to be so wet that it soaked the entire base of the strap-on.
Mira was not complaining.
Zoey carried on like that, arms still wrapped around Mira’s neck. She alternated how she fucked herself. Sometimes long, slow strokes. Other times, keeping the dildo entirely buried inside of herself, grinding: panting, loud, with each shift of the shaft inside of her. Sometimes, she threw her head back, filthy, heady sounds torn from her throat, and other times, she pressed her forehead to Mira’s collar bone, panting wantonly and whimpering into Mira’s skin. She’d speed up, slow down, until she finally seemed to hit a rhythm, and a consistent depth, that she really liked.
She steadied herself, gasping each time she rocked her hips forward. Mira could feel the dildo catching on something inside of her, and clearly, whatever it was: it was a good spot. Zoey screwed up her features, breathing deeply, shakily, as she found the perfect cadence, hitting the same spot with each roll of her hips.
She kept up the rhythm even when they could hear Rumi’s arrival. Even once the door opened, Rumi opening it just enough to slip in, plastic bag of take out in her hand, letting the door close behind her.
She opened her mouth but clamped it shut when she caught sight of what was happening in the living room. The entire kitchen, dining room, and living room were open plan, so she could see exactly what Zoey was doing: riding Mira’s strap. She could also hear it, Zoey still incredibly, incredibly wet.
Not even the smell of ramen seemed to pull Zoey from her trance, though Zoey whimpered, clearly at least aware of the smell, even if she continued her depraved endeavors.
“You wanna come, Zo?” Mira asked softly, and Zoey didn’t answer verbally. She just puffed air, still not breaking her rhythm, and shook her head against Mira’s collarbone.
Mira couldn’t say she was that surprised. Zoey didn’t usually like coming, if she was in marathon mode. Unless Mira made her, which...she probably could, but she’d have to see if she could talk to Rumi about it, first. Rumi didn’t like being involved in their hard scenes, but since this one wasn’t anything like those, maybe she'd be interested.
Well. Mira already knew Rumi enjoyed watching Zoey get tortured with forced orgasms. She still wanted to check in, though: just to be sure.
Rumi put the take out down on the counter, then turned her attention back to her girlfriends. She padded over to them, smiling softly (though with a slight edge of concern to it) as she approached, coming up behind the sofa and leaning against it, taking her two girlfriends in.
“Hey.” she murmured, touch feather-light on Mira’s shoulder as she bent down, careful not to disturb Zoey, still rocking on Mira’s strap.
She kissed Mira, and Mira happily accepted it.
“Hey.” she greeted right back, and Zoey moaned breathily.
She lifted her head, eyes unfocused, looking at Rumi.
Rumi sent her a small, worried smile. “Hi, Zoey. Feeling needy tonight?” she tilted her head, and Zoey stilled her motions.
She panted, bangs stuck to her forehead, body slick with sweat from her work out. Her lips parted, and she nodded.
“Are you being so, so good for Mira?”
Zoey nodded again, and licked her lips. Rumi threaded her fingers through Zoey’s hair, kissing her gently.
Zoey moaned into the kiss, starting up her rhythm again, removing one of her arms from around Mira and bringing her hand up to cup Rumi’s jaw.
Rumi pulled away after a few moments. “Okay, gorgeous. I’ll leave you both to it –”
“No!” Zoey moaned brokenly, the sound a fractured plea as she kept riding Mira. She writhed, pressing her temple to Mira’s chest. “Want you both. Need you both.”
Mira’s eyebrows shot up, as did Rumi’s as they exchanged a look.
And, well. Both, that…
They could certainly do that, though Mira furrowed her brow, trying to think of how that could look. Spit roasting, was the easiest option, but Zoey seemed pretty pleased with their current position. Mira wasn't sure she wanted to change that up on her.
“You want us both, Zoey?” Rumi gently inquired, seeming to make sure that she heard their girlfriend correctly.
Zoey panted, but nodded, turning her head so her forehead was resting on Mira’s collarbone again. “Yes, please! Fuck, need you both inside of me. Fuck me please, fuck me, I need it so bad…”
Mira shivered, digging her fingers into Zoey’s ass cheeks, Zoey mewling, spurred on by the action. Mira squeezed again, Zoey picking up speed, and, oh…
She had an idea, looking to Rumi and arching an eyebrow.
Rumi raised one back, clearly realizing that Mira was scheming. She nodded towards the hallway, and Mira responded with a small nod.
“Zoey.” Mira murmured, Zoey whimpering. “Plug your ears.”
Zoey obeyed, bending her arms at the elbows – keeping her arms on Mira’s shoulders, but reaching her fingers into her ears.
Still, Mira kept her voice low as Zoey kept bouncing on her dick.
“We need to get her to a bed.” she murmured.
Mira let her head fall back, looking up at Rumi, who looked back at her, eyes wide.
“She’s really far gone, huh?” she whispered, and Mira nodded.
“I know how we can do this. You’ll need to strap up. Go grab whichever one you want: make sure it’s a decent size, she wants to feel like she was thoroughly fucked, when she gets like this.” Mira said softly.
Rumi nodded, but didn’t move: awaiting further instructions. “Once you have it on, come back and we can coax her to the bed. We can use mine: it’s closer. Make sure you bring lube. She sat herself down on me before I could apply it. She’s going to need it. Hell, apply it before you even come back out here, that way we don’t have to worry about it.”
Rumi arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You already have her riding you, I could just get –”
“No.” Mira shook her head. “Sorry, Rumi, it’s just a logistics thing. You’d have to be at such a weird angle here on the couch. And, well. My legs are longer. If you keep your legs closed, I can straddle you easily.”
Rumi pursed her lips, but nodded, clearly seeing Mira’s train of thought. “Okay. Anything else?”
Mira hummed. “Yeah. She hasn’t asked to come, but she likes when I force her. Are you okay with watching that?”
Rumi shivered, eyes fluttering. She almost let out a pant of her own, complimentary to the whines and moans that were still falling from Zoey’s lips.
“Fuck. God, yes, Mira.”
Mira couldn’t help the small smirk that graced her lips. Her needy little sluts.
“Good girl.” she praised softly, Rumi shuddering.
“And, one more thing, Rumi.” Mira called, as Rumi pulled away to head down the hallway.
Rumi turned.
“For the love of god, make sure you get these shorts off of her. Gonna be hard to do what I want, with them on.”
Rumi chuckled, giving a salute before continuing down the hallway.
It didn’t take long for Rumi to do what she was told, coming back out a few minutes later, Zoey’s pace changing to a slow, languid grind, fingers still in her ears.
Mira released her grip on Zoey’s ass, gently tugging at her wrists, and Zoey got the hint, pulling out her fingers and sitting upright.
Her face was flushed: chest too. Sweaty.
Mira licked her lips, hungrily drinking in the sight before her.
“Hey, gorgeous. You still want both of us?” Rumi purred, coming up behind Mira, grazing Mira’s bare shoulder with a soft touch of her fingers.
Zoey moaned, rolling her eyes in pleasure, before she zeroed in on the dildo strapped to Rumi’s hips.
She started panting, and Rumi leaned over, grabbing her chin and kissing her.
“C’mon, Zoey. Let’s let Mira have a break, okay? She’ll join us in a minute.”
Zoey hummed. Not quite in agreement, but clearly not in protest, either. With a few more heated kisses, Rumi was able to coax Zoey off of Mira’s strap, the whole thing sliding out of Zoey’s body with an obscene sound, absolutely covered with Zoey’s arousal.
It was Mira’s turn to shudder, the sight sending heat shooting through her entire body.
Fuck. What she wouldn’t give, to bend Zoey over and fuck her until she begged Mira to stop.
But, no. Not today. Next time, though. Mira pushed the swelling aggression down, squarely keeping herself out of her harder-scene headspace, standing and padding to her room.
She arrived just in time to see a naked Zoey lowering herself onto Rumi’s (thankfully very lubed) strap. It was definitely comparable in size to the one that Mira was wearing, and Zoey moaned brokenly as she impaled herself on it, taking it all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion.
“Good girl.” she heard Rumi praise softly, Zoey trembling as she started to ride Rumi.
Mira watched the show for only a moment more.
Right. She had things she had to do.
She took off her current strap, letting it fall to the ground. She padded over to the bed, coming up on the side. She put a knee on the bed, leaning over and pressing her mouth to Zoey’s ear.
“How big do you want me?” Mira asked, gently caressing her ass.
“Fuck.” Zoey whined. “Biggest one, biggest one! Split me open, Mira, please!”
Zoey yelped, Rumi reaching up and tweaking her nipple. “Focus, Zoey. Ride me.”
“Yes, Rumi, fuck.” she started bouncing in earnest, the sound of her cunt getting fucked making Mira shiver as she headed back to her drawers.
She knew exactly the dildo that Zoey wanted, and she wasn’t at all surprised.
Still. She knew that Zoey could take a lot, but this? This was going to need a warm-up.
She pulled on the dildo, taking out another bottle of lube. She also reached back into the drawer, pulling a nitrile glove from her box of a hundred.
She lubed the glove first, heading back to the bed. She lifted one knee onto it, then the other, making her way up behind Zoey.
She shimmied up over Rumi’s closed legs, as discussed, before finally settling right behind Zoey. She carefully assured the dildo didn’t poke Zoey’s ass cheek. It felt a bit silly: it wasn’t like Zoey didn’t know what was coming.
But, still. The small guesswork – the slight chance that Mira picked a different dildo to use, that small mind-fuck – was enough to keep Mira from letting the toy touch Zoey quite yet. That one last tease, completely irresistible.
Zoey slowed her riding, switching back to grinding, knowing what was coming next.
Mira brought her gloved fingers to where she knew Zoey wanted them: pressing the tip of her pointer into Zoey’s asshole.
Zoey keened loudly, body shuddering as Mira slowly warmed her up: just the tip, to start.
Zoey adjusted her position on Rumi’s strap, arching her back, giving Mira better access.
“That’s a good girl” Mira grunted, watching as she pushed her finger further in.
Anal sex wasn’t necessarily her favorite, but there was something so inherently erotic about double penetration, to her. She preferred penetrating Zoey’s cunt, but if it was already full? Well, her ass would do just fine.
At least, until they worked Zoey up to being able to take two dildos in her vagina, but they were still working on that…
Mira felt her lip curl, that dominant, aggressive side within her clawing to get out.
No. Not tonight.
She pushed it down again, but couldn’t quite resist pushing the rest of her finger in without waiting for Zoey to get used to it, making Zoey gasp as Mira started to thrust: slow, at first, and then with more insistence.
Zoey didn’t have any rhythm she was going on, sometimes seeming to follow Mira’s thrusts, other times making up something, grinding against Rumi, chasing her pleasure.
Mira pulled out, Zoey moaning brokenly, but Mira didn’t give her much reprieve. She pressed her pointer and middle fingers together, and pushed them back inside.
Just the tips, again, Zoey panting as Mira steadily stretched her anus.
“Fuck.” Zoey whined, Mira slowly thrusting, pushing her fingers in deeper with each forward movement.
“You’re taking Mira so well, Zoey.” Rumi purred, “Bet it feels good, doesn’t it? Feels nice, being so full of your girlfriends, huh?”
Zoey mewled brokenly, grinding – almost writhing – in desperation.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Zoey babbled, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “So good, Rumi, fuck. Fuck me, please. Both of you.” Zoey righted herself, straightening her spine, no longer leaning on Rumi for support.
Mira saw Zoey’s thighs tremble, but she didn’t let that stop her, starting to bounce in earnest.
Mira glanced at Rumi, shivering as she saw Rumi’s dark eyes hungrily watching as Zoey buried the dildo inside of herself.
Rumi licked her lips, an incredibly sexy smile sliding across her features at watching her strap splitting Zoey open.
Mira’s fingers, too, continued to impale her, until Mira pulled out. Again, she gave Zoey no reprieve, checking to make sure she still had enough lube. She popped the lid on the bottle anyway, squeezing more out before pushing three fingers inside, Zoey gasping brokenly.
She wouldn’t need more than three, but Mira still gave her time to adjust to them. Not much time: Zoey did like it a little rough, after all.
She pulled out, pulling off the glove, assuring it was completely inside-out, and then tossing it to the floor. She’d pick it up and dispose of it properly once they were done.
She popped the lube again, generously spreading it on the smooth dildo situated on her hips.
It was big. As big as some of their vaginal dildos. Less texture (they were still working up to that) but still very intimidating. Mira knew she wouldn’t ever be able to get it in her own ass – nor did she want to – and she doubted Rumi would want it up hers, either.
No, it was just Zoey, who liked being stretched. Who liked being made to ache, who liked being made to feel so full that she lost control of all of her faculties, of her entire body. Surrendering entirely to the women she loved.
Mira scooted closer, making sure the dildo was positively dripping with lube, before lining up the head of the dildo with Zoey’s anus.
Zoey stilled her riding, legs trembling with the effort, and Mira pushed inside of her.
The noise that Zoey made was positively filthy, a moan and gasp in one, reaching a new, high note of whine that Mira had never heard before.
Music to her ears, that aggressive side within growling in appreciation, but she controlled herself. She refrained from pushing the whole length inside, instead slowly easing it in with shallow thrusts. She watched, too, as more of herself disappeared inside of Zoey.
God. It was lewd, knowing that Zoey was taking both of them at once. Absolutely full to the brim, both of her girlfriends claiming her so intimately.
Finally, Mira bottomed out, Zoey panting, head tossed back. Mira could see how Zoey was bracing herself on Rumi’s waist, eyes wide, mouth dropped open, yet no sound coming out. Mira pressed herself into Zoey’s back, rolling her hips, starting to thrust inside of her, Zoey gurgling from the pleasure.
“That’s it.” Mira hissed, biting into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around Zoey’s slender frame, grabbing her tits firmly. She teased them, as well as teasing Zoey’s asshole: keeping her thrusts shallow, for the moment. She could feel Rumi’s legs working beneath her, too: grinding against and inside of Zoey, since Zoey seemed stunlocked from pleasure.
Finally, Mira released her breasts, hooking her arms around Zoey’s shoulders.
“Ready?” Mira hummed in her ear, and Zoey moaned.
Mira rolled her hips back, pulling the dildo most of the way out before plunging it into Zoey. She used her arms to hold Zoey in place, forcing her to take the force of the thrust, all the way inside of her.
Zoey squeaked, panting as Rumi ran her hands up her thighs.
“Lift yourself up, Zoey. Let me fuck you.” Rumi purred. Despite the tremble, Zoey lifted herself up just enough to give Rumi room to buck upwards into her cunt.
Mira lifted herself with Zoey, hammering into her in earnest as Rumi did the same. Mira held her in place, Zoey unable to do anything but take what her girlfriends were giving her. She reached one hand behind her, threading it through Mira’s hair as she panted brokenly, so many sounds dropping from her lips that Mira couldn’t keep up.
She fucked Zoey good and hard, keeping her pace matched with Rumi’s, until she decided to switch it up.
Rumi kept thrusting, the sound of her own pants mingling with Zoey’s, and Mira intentionally paused, buried deep inside of Zoey’s asshole.
She counted Rumi’s rhythm, and as soon as she had it, she matched it – in syncopation. Rumi plunged in, and at the same time, Mira pulled out. Mira plunged in at the same time that Rumi pulled out, and Rumi seemed to realize what she was doing, because she slowed, assuring that their timing was perfect.
Zoey was shaking, but Mira held her fast. Rumi, too, dug her nails into Zoey’s thighs, right where they met her hips. Holding her steady as her girlfriends fucked her.
“You’re taking us so well, Zoey.” Mira practically purred in her ear, and Zoey squirmed.
“So good, Zoey. You look so thoroughly fucked right now.” Rumi complimented, and Zoey cried out, body shaking from the effort of taking all she was receiving.
“Such a good girl.” Mira kissing along her neck, nipping.
She and Rumi kept up the uneven pace, and she knew it was driving Zoey insane, because she was opening and closing her mouth, but no sound was coming out. Just the sound of her heavy breathing, desperate for what they were giving her.
God. It’d be fun, to tag team her like this, in a heavier scene. Mira and Rumi taking turns defiling her, Zoey progressively getting more and more destroyed, both of them using whatever holes they wanted.
Mira growled at the thought, breaking her rhythm and starting to hammer into Zoey’s ass in earnest, Zoey finding her voice again as Mira fucked her roughly from behind.
Mira pressed into her, and her weight forced Zoey forward. She let got of Zoey’s shoulders, bracing herself on either side of Zoey, digging her fingers into Zoey’s thighs as she viciously fucked her. Her pace was so brutal, she could feel Zoey’s whole body swaying, forcing her to grind against Rumi’s dildo.
“Oh, fuck!” Zoey wailed, “Fuck, god, fuck! Mira, fuck, fuck!”
The last one was almost a scream.
It was the only word she seemed to know, torn from her throat by the intensity of Mira’s lust.
“So full, so full, fuck.” Zoey moaned.
Rumi grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply, Zoey going almost limp as Mira had her way with her ass, hammering with reckless abandon.
Finally, though, the burning in her muscles forced her to relent, leaning back on her heels, though careful to make sure that the dildo didn’t slip out of Zoey’s ass. She slowed her thrusts and the force of them.
Zoey managed to get herself upright, but Mira could already tell she was flagging.
Mira pushed the dildo all the way in, and at the same time, put her hands on Zoey’s waist, encouraging her to sit all the way down on Rumi’s dildo.
Zoey did so, breaths coming in short bursts.
“Go ahead, Zoey. Fuck yourself on our cocks.” Mira encouraged in her ear, and Zoey shuddered.
It took her a moment: she was definitely getting tired. But, she did start to do it, picking herself up, and lowering herself onto the two dildos inside of her, filling her up.
Mira looked down, watching, licking her lips.
They let Zoey do that, for a while, Mira gently whispering in her ear how well she was taking them. Rumi ran her hands up and down Zoey’s thighs, touch feather-light, sometimes pulling her down for a kiss, or running her hand through Zoey’s hair when Zoey gave herself a slight reprieve, resting on Rumi’s collarbone.
Rumi, too, encouraged her. “Such a good girl for us, Zoey. You’re taking us so well. Bet you like being full of us, huh baby?”
Zoey only nodded. Probably couldn’t do anything more than nod, deep in her own head, body wrecked with pleasure.
They avoided her clit, but ran their hands all over the rest of her. Mira, with her hands on Zoey’s hips, on her tits, her stomach. Still thrusting slow and easy, into Zoey's ass. She also ran her hands over Zoey’s throat, kissing along her neck and shoulders, murmuring praise into her skin.
Rumi, too, teased her breasts and nipples, as well as her inner thighs. She scratched at the back of her scalp, Zoey mewling like a cat in heat when Rumi dug her nails in.
“You wanna come, baby?” Mira asked softly, and Zoey shook her head.
“No. No, just wanna feel this. Feel you both, mmph. So good, so good…”
“Mmm.” Rumi hummed, running her hands up Zoey’s thighs. “Too bad.”
Zoey’s eyes snapped open, panting heavily at hearing Rumi deny her. Rumi, ignoring her request. Rumi, degrading her choice.
That was usually Mira’s job. Mira could tell, though, from the way Zoey shuddered, that she was not upset by the turn of events.
“We want you to come, baby. And we’re going to get you to come, whether you want to or not.” Mira said hotly in Zoey’s ear, and Zoey’s entire body trembled violently. “Your body is ours. Your pleasure, is ours.”
“Color?” Rumi checked in softly, running a finger up Zoey’s body, right from her belly button to her clavicle.
Zoey moaned. “G – green.” she whined desperately. “Green, please!”
Mira chuckled. “Desperate slut.”
She rolled her hips, Rumi matching her pace despite not being able to move much, and Mira slid her hand over the swell of Zoey’s hip, bringing her long fingers to Zoey’s clit.
Zoey breathed in sharply, crying out as soon as Mira started making small, tight circles.
Rumi licked her lips, watching the show.
Zoey started to grind against Mira’s fingers, the movements also shifting the dildos within her, and within moments, she was a total goner. She lost complete control of her vocal cords, sounds coming forth that were broken and wanton, hungry and desperate. Almost reluctant, like she couldn’t handle what was happening.
She came in a matter of seconds, a guttural moan tearing from her lips as her entire body shuddered violently.
Mira felt her squirt, letting out a satisfied moan of her own as it covered her hand.
It wasn’t often that Zoey was so overwhelmed that she squirted, but it was always incredibly fucking hot, when she did.
Rumi, too, let out a moan, neither of them letting up, fucking Zoey through the orgasm even as she spasmed in Mira’s arms.
She went to collapse, but Mira grabbed her, hooking her arms under Zoey’s armpits once more, holding her up and nodding at Rumi, whose eyes widened.
Still, she got the message, reaching forward and circling Zoey’s clit with her own finger.
“There.” Mira cooed softly, Zoey nearly limp in her arms, swaying dangerously, breath stuttering, gasping, hips still bucking with aftershocks even as Rumi worked to bring her to her next orgasm. “One for me, good girl. Now, one for Rumi. Come on, Zoey: for us. Come for Rumi.”
“I can’t, I can –”
“Come for me, Zoey.” Rumi murmured softly. Reverently, looking at Zoey with encouraging eyes, practically pleading.
Zoey shuddered, rolling her eyes at the sight of Rumi’s near-pout.
Zoey’s body shook violently again, and she threw her head back, mouth falling open with a silent scream, body positively convulsing as she came again.
“Fuck. So hot, when you squirt for me.” Rumi said, voice rough, fingers working with blinding speed against Zoey’s clit.
Zoey’s whole body went taut, another guttural moan tearing from her throat, the sound strangled: strained. Her poor vocal cords, absolutely fried after getting fucked in multiple holes.
She collapsed forward onto Rumi. Mira let her fall, Zoey absolutely spent.
“Red.” Zoey breathed into Rumi’s chest. “I can’t, I – red.”
Rumi kissed the crown of her head, glancing at Mira for confirmation, and Mira nodded.
“It’s okay, Zoey. We’re done. You did so, so good for us.”
Zoey moaned at the praise, the sound rough.
“I’m going to pull out first, okay?” Mira whispered softly, leaning over to assure that Zoey heard her.
Zoey simply nodded, breathing heavy, eyes hooded.
Mira slowly pulled herself from inside of Zoey.
She knew that Zoey was tired, because she didn’t even react as the dildo slid out of her.
Getting Rumi out was slightly trickier, and involved Mira helping Zoey up and off of the dildo, Zoey’s strength entirely sapped from her body, muscles not seeming like they wanted to work at all. She was absolutely dead weight in Mira’s arms.
It was fine, Mira was a deadlift champ, but Zoey was heavier than she looked.
Still, Rumi was able to slide out, also with little protest, and they both wrapped Zoey up tight in a hug.
Zoey shivered against them, and so Mira untangled herself from them, discarding her strap-on and heading to the closet for a blanket.
She pulled it out, bringing it over and wrapping it around Zoey, who accepted it with a small, shaky smile, Rumi helping her get it around her shoulders.
Mira returned to her closet, pulling out their aftercare clothes. Comfy clothes they’d selected ages ago, to wear after any kinky scene (and sometimes, just after sex in general).
She brought them over to the bed, kissing Zoey softly on the top of her head, Zoey pulling back and accepting the clothes with a smack of her lips, clearly very spent. Rumi also accepted her pair, smiling fondly at Mira, accepting a kiss on the lips.
Mira and Rumi changed, taking turns holding Zoey while the other put on their aftercare clothes, and then both helped Zoey into hers.
She was out like a light as soon as they turned their backs: Mira, to put the lube bottle on her nightstand, and Rumi, to slide off her strap-on.
Rumi decided to stay with her, while Mira padded out into the kitchen, to the inevitably cold take-out.
She opened the bags, sifting through what Rumi had ordered, and carefully poured the different ramen broths into different pots on the stove, heating up the broth that way.
She also got the couch ready: pulling the cushions off, to make their customary cushion-raft (all the cushions arranged in a large square, to accommodate them all laying together) on the floor. And, finally, she turned on the tv, flicking to the right streaming service, chalk full of nature documentaries.
She wasn’t sure how long she was out there, but she heard the door to her room open, and looked over to see a very sleepy Zoey meandering out, Rumi right behind her.
Despite being in the aftercare clothes, Zoey also had the blanket wrapped around her, and it was so fucking adorable that Mira felt she might combust.
Zoey came right up to her, plastering herself to Mira’s back as Mira checked on the ramen. Zoey pressed her face between Mira’s shoulder blades.
“Thank you.” she said, the words muffled. Mira still heard them, though.
She chuckled softly. “Of course, Zoey. Was it good?”
Zoey pulled her head back, shifting to the side, and Mira lifted her arm so that Zoey could glue herself to her side, Mira settling her arm around Zoey’s shoulders.
“So good.” Zoey moaned, voice rough from use.
“She slept like a rock.” Rumi reported, coming to the stove as well, though she didn’t crowd them. She smiled fondly at her girlfriends.
“Thanks, too, Rumi.” Zoey said, humming contentedly. “Thank you, both. I needed that.”
“We know, Zoey.” Mira said softly, turning and leaning down for a kiss, Zoey eagerly giving it.
“Love you.” Mira murmured, as Zoey pulled back.
“Love you too.”
Rumi smiled fondly, Zoey detaching herself from Mira to go to her, hugging her tight.
“Love you too, Rums. You were so amazing. Thanks for forcing me to have that second orgasm.”
Rumi chuckled. “You’re welcome. And, I love you too, Zoey.” she looked softly to Mira. “And you.”
Mira simply smiled in acknowledgment, knowing that Rumi knew how much Mira truly loved her. She didn’t need to say it.
“Now.” Mira said, waving towards the TV. “Go pick something to watch, Zoey. It’s whatever you want, for being such a good girl for us both.”
“Yay!” Zoey smiled tiredly, and, oh. That meant she was definitely wiped out: she couldn’t even muster up the energy to do her usual small, happy jump and clap that came with her “yay”s.
Zoey grabbed Rumi’s hand, pulling her towards the cushion-raft as Rumi sent Mira one last, fond look.
Mira put the ramen in their respective bowls, mixing in the noodles and vegetables, bringing them over to her girls before going back for her own. She settled in with them on the couch cushions on the floor for the remainder of their aftercare: delicious food, some water, and snuggles before the documentaries inevitably put them to sleep.
She could think of no better way to spend an evening.