4-7 Longing II (R-18)

4-7 Longing II (R-18)

It had been far too long for Lyra. She had waited for those gestures for nearly what felt like an eternity for her. They were out in the open with nothing but the reliable shades of the trees and boulders to hide behind, and Lyra couldn’t give a single damn about their bare environment. She was at her limit. She was wearing leather armour and a belt harness. They were not easy to take off and required a degree of precision but Lyra’s desperation and fermented longing had overwhelmed her senses and prudence. She grabbed them tightly and simply yanked them off with all the strength she could muster. It wasn’t just her armour and harness, she also simply tore her shirt and pants, and also her undergarments. The cold breeze of the night splashed against her naked body but she was far too hot and bothered to be feeling the night’s chill.

It wasn’t fair, Lyra thought. The sight of Erin sharing such a fervid kiss with Siv ached her heart and inflamed her jealousy. They had stripped and disrobed one another as they passionately exchanged the greetings of their tongues and breaths, only parting their lips briefly in order to rid themselves of every last piece of fabric between them. Such an ardent display by her lover with another woman and she wasn’t included in it. Lyra couldn’t help but let her jealousy burn into a pyre. She moved in front of the two and forcefully pushed them apart. The two were neither surprised nor annoyed at the abrupt interruption. They were only grinning at her as if everything had been a farce to spite her. Lyra grimaced and unbridledly shoved Siv aside. The Wolf-kin merely staggered a little due to the difference in strength and if she so wished, Lyra wouldn’t have been able to make her budge at all. Lyra fixed her glare on her lover with indignant fury in her eyes.

“Not fair,” Lyra muttered. This was unlike her. She knew how head over heels she was for Erin but never to this degree of being so feverish and absentminded, at least not before they were right in the middle of their love-making. But somehow, her body was already incredibly warm and her honeypot was already drenched beyond belief.

Erin snickered and put a finger on the entrance of Lyra’s womanly cavern. She gently stroked her finger across the entrance and flicked the bud lightly. And that was all it took for Lyra to moan at the top of her lungs as a torrent of juices sprayed out of her womanly cavern. Her shoulders trembled violently and her legs quivered intensely. Her mouth was gaping open as she breathed heavily from her instant and fierce orgasm. This was the quickest she had ever peaked on her pleasure and it wasn’t just some light shock of ecstasy. It was an unimaginable precedence but Lyra couldn’t care less about that. It was just one orgasm. It wasn’t enough. Her gaze only sharpened further as her orgasm receded and left in the afterglow.

“So this is Lust…” Erin mused, peering at her own fingers that were creating strings of Lyra’s orgasm juices. Unlike Lust Deviant, the effects were much more potent and focused, instead of just spreading it radially like before. Moreover, she had control over it. She was still with her sound mind but not Lyra. Her gaze was already blank with lust and she was tottering towards her like a mindless ghoul. Erin chuckled and sucked her fingers that were soaked in Lyra’s juices, intentionally in front of the person-in-question herself.

Something snapped in Lyra’s mind, then. She lunged at Erin. She practically threw herself into the Fox-kin’s arms. She let the entirety of her weight rest on her lover but she wasn’t afraid that her lover would topple under her force. After all, her lover was the most aberrant and strongest person she had ever met, and she couldn’t be prouder of her lover. She trapped her lover’s head between her hands and slammed her lips harshly onto her lover’s. Her reckless and unrestrained action brought along some pain but the anticipation and desperation had killed all the pain she should be feeling. Her lover’s bountiful mounds were deformed against her pressing plain chest but that only served to increase her vehemence further. She left her lover’s lips and went down to her neck, shoulders, and finally, her lover’s prideful mountains with the lovely little peaks all perky and throbbing for attention. Lyra simpered and proceeded to devour the pair of supple mountains, licking and biting on them. Her hands trailed down from her lover’s head to her lover’s ample rear which she grabbed a handful of and gave the pair a good squeeze. Her lover moaned into her mouth and she squeezed them even harder. She wanted to hear them more but before she could go any further with her uninhibited display of love and lust, a pair of arms came restraining her from behind, trapping her arms behind her head.

“That’s enough, Lyra,” Siva whispered into her ears from behind. “You shouldn’t be so heedless of mistress. You are being quite impertinent, Lyra.”

“S-Siv? What are you— Ah~!” Lyra could even finish her question before she was being assaulted on her flat bosom, her lover’s retaliation. She didn’t have much volume to her breasts but she did have a high sensitivity and the one capitalising on that sensitivity of her was none other than Erin, her lover. It was sheer impossible to suppress her voice of ecstasy as her lover gnawed and nibbled on her shallow bosom. Her thighs were rubbing against each other and her body was squirming with the pleasure constantly washing over her.

“Mistress… I wanted to have a taste of her too…” Siv asked, pleading with her gaze.

Erin snickered. “Of course. We are all friends and lovers here,” she said and stopped feasting on Lyra’s bosom. She knelt before Lyra with her face levelled with Lyra’s crotch. She took a deep whiff, relishing in the smell of the lubricating honey that was gushing out of Lyra’s honeypot.

Receiving her mistress’ permission, Siv forewent Lyra’s consent and began leaving kisses and bites on her neck and shoulders as her hands went to fondle and pluck Lyra’s sparse breasts. “I always wanted to do this, Lyra. I hope you don’t mind.”

Lyra scoffed in disbelief. “You’re telling me that…. now!? You— Oooh~!” She shrieked when she felt Erin’s fingers and tongue brushing and stroking the entrance of her womanly cavern. “Damn you… Siv! Is this retaliation for all the times that I— Eeeek~!”

“All the times that you what, Lyra?” Siv asked, simpering as she clamped down on Lyra’s teats with her fingers. “I’m not holding any grudge, Lyra. This is just my due response. I love you too, Lyra. Admittedly, not as much as I love mistress but you made her happy and you… you were indiscriminate. You weren’t averse to me as a Beast-kin. Your spite merely stems from your adorable jealousy.”

“Adorable jealousy?” Lyra managed a snort but was quickly replaced by another moan of pleasure. “Like hell, I’ll be jealous of you with— Hmm~!” She was assaulted by another pulse of rapture as she let loose another torrent of her juices, drenching Erin’s face in it but the Fox-kin was deterred and continued lapping her tongue and wriggling her fingers all over Lyra’s cunt.

“See? So adorable,” Siv said and kissed Lyra lightly on the cheek. “Seeing as how we can no longer live without mistress, I want the two of us to be something more than just acquaintances or friends.”

“L-lovers?” Lyra asked breathlessly from the orgasm she just had.

“Well, there’s no other word for that, is there? Lovers, it is.”

“But I already have Erin… She’s the only one that I truly love.”

“Now you’re just being a hypocrite, Lyra.”

“I am not,” she baulked but meekly. She was still coming down from her high and Erin was still devouring all that was leaking from her honeypot. “I don’t mind her fucking anyone else but… I want her to love only me…”

“So you can be this adorable.” Siv tittered, a rare sight for even Lyra and Erin. “I understand your feelings, Lyra. I truly do. I want something like that too but knowing mistress… She’s too much for just the two of us to handle. If she can handle the love of a Dragon, then how much can we handle?”

“As much as she has to offer. I don’t care if it breaks me. I just want her love… as much as possible.”

“In that case,” Erin said as she rose to her feet, “I shall grant your wish, Lyra.” She kissed Lyra on the lips lightly before shoving her to the ground with a gentle push.

Lyra allowed herself to fall and she had plenty of time to brace herself. But before she could reposition herself as she lay on the grass, Siv came and restrained her arms. Erin dropped to her knees in front of Lyra and spread her legs apart, slowly moving their respective cunts towards one another.

“E-Erin…?” Lyra breathed hard. The desire and lust in her lover’s eyes were unlike any of the previous times. It was significantly stronger but there was also more focus she saw in those eyes of her lovers. “W-wait… I am not prepared.” Suddenly, Lyra was feeling afraid despite how many times she had done it. She was far from being a virgin. She was experienced but against Erin, she couldn’t help but feel like a maiden about to have her first-ever coitus and it would not be a gentle one. Perhaps it was the tails that were flourishing like the pale flames of the night. They were as intimidating as they were majestic. Lyra felt like a small animal up against a large predator. She wondered if this was how most of the monsters felt when being in Erin’s presence.

“You know… it’s a little frustrating to let Aedan have his way with me just because he has an impressive cock. That fucking bastard… I can’t wait to meet him again and repay him for all that he has done to me…” Erin’s voice was shuddering as much as her body was in anticipation. “But for now… I’m going to unleash that frustration on you, my dear sweet Lyra…”

“So he was better than me…” Lyra brooded with a scowl.

“Different doesn't mean better, Lyra.” Erin snickered. “Siv is right. Your jealousy is truly adorable.”

Lyra tried to avert her gaze but Erin leaned forward, looming over her, and steered her gaze back with a finger.

“No matter how many lovers I will be having in the future, I will never abandon you, Lyra. I will never forget you. The same goes for the others.” Erin raised her gaze and looked at Siv. “I intend to see this queer relationship of ours through until the end.”

“Mistress…” Siv muttered with a flush. She bared her dripping honeypot over Lyra’s face as she leaned forward to kiss Erin.

Lyra didn’t need to be told as Siv’s damp entrance was enough indication as to what she should do. With her arms no longer restrained, she returned the favour by clutching Siv’s hips firmly and pulling her cunt down on her mouth and lips.

Siv howled out her pleasure like a wolf as ecstasy surged through her body. She even snapped her thighs shut with Lyra’s head in between as she endured the pleasure washing through her. Instead of toning down, Lyra only increased the intensity with her lapping and nibbling, causing Siv to shut her thighs even tighter.

Erin smiled warmly at the two’s debauched yet wholesome interaction and proceeded to rub and brush her own drenched cunt against Lyra’s. With just the first stroke between both of their cunts, Lyra was already peaking again and her juices splattered all over her own legs and Erin’s crotch. But Erin didn’t stop there. No, it was too early to stop. They had only just begun and Erin hadn’t even had her first orgasm.

“Right there, Lyra… Right there… Yes, that’s it. That spot…” Siv was moaning her pleasure and directing Lyra’s aim at the same time. She was even grinding her hips to feel more of Lyra's tongue and teeth. Every once in a while, Siv would lean forward and exchange brief but passionate kisses with Erin or take a few bits or nibble on her bouncing and undulating perfect mounds that could mesmerise nearly everyone with just those motions alone. Erin would shriek softly in response to those acts of hers and sometimes, Erin would even repay the favour by dining on her own malleable and ample mounds. She would moan and cry louder than her mistress did.

They knew their voices of ecstasy would definitely be heard by all those back at the camp but they didn’t care. Lyra and Siv were starved for Erin’s love and Erin was starved for theirs. Though she had more than enough of Aedan’s love, she couldn’t be truly satisfied until she also had the two’s love. It did not matter how much love any of them could provide. All that matters was that she had savoured and relished all of their love, regardless of the depths of their love. This was her lust. She wanted them all. She needed them all. She absolutely refused to compromise for even a bit. It was only a matter of time, she told herself. It was only a matter of time before she could completely devour them all, Nivia, Lilian, Aera, Aedan… and even Olivia too. She wanted to taste them all. She couldn’t deny her lust any longer. Her chaste nature was a lie she crafted for herself to keep herself in check.

As she fucked Lyra hard and ravaged Siv intensely with just her mouth, Aedan drifted to her mind. She wanted him too… She wanted to fill him inside of her again… But she was no longer by her side… at least not for now.

“Come back… please…” Erin found herself muttering and secretly wishing for some unforeseen circumstances to bring him back to her. She didn’t want him to go anywhere. She refused. His place was right beside her and he belonged to no one but her, she declared so in her heart.