“Woah, sailor!” Sam exclaimed giddily after I’d grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap, “Aren’t you forgetting someone?”
“I’m sure she can hold for a few moments,” I said before turning my attention to the surprised Jane, “right?”
“Mmhm…” Jane replied, her face telegraphing just how relieved she felt that she moved her hand in time, “But I swear if you pass out after-”
“Please,” I interjected cockily as I turned back to Sam, “I don’t think Sam has the ability to get me anywhere near that level.”
Sam raised her eyebrows at that, but instead of defending herself verbally, she started to sultrily grind her ass against my tightening pants.
Not willing to let her pretty damn justified confidence slide, I stood up and threw her on the couch, sending a slightly involuntary smile across her lips.
Confident that that was all the approval I needed, I went to work pulling her pants down, a process she was more than willing to help spur along with a few cute little wiggles.
“What about me?” Jane asked with what sounded like genuine jealousy, “Am I supposed to just sit here looking pretty?”
“Of course not,” I scoffed, “Sam, help our lovely mage with her pants.”
The cat girl clearly wasn’t impressed with the pause, but did as I asked anyway, practically rolling off the couch and just barely landing on her feet as she started helping the exceptionally excited Jane with her pants.
And that’s when I got my opportunity, right as she bent down to get the waistband around Jane’s knees and gave me the perfect angle to grab her by her hip with one hand and guide my rock-hard cock into her.
For a moment, the room fell still, Sam looking over her shoulder with her eyes wide and her lips forming a near-perfect ‘O’, Jane waiting for Sam to loosen her vice-like grip on the sides of her pants.
“What… was… that?” Sam asked breathlessly, her tail quivering slightly against the small of her back.
“Is there a problem?” I replied with a smirk.
“Yes, my pants are still on.” Jane half-jokingly snapped, “Can we please hurry this up?”
“Can I please just have a minute to…” Sam trailed off as I pushed in another inch, “acclimatize myself?”
“He’s clearly not going to allow that,” Jane replied pointedly, earning her a proud little grin from me, “now, hurry up, he’s got that look in his eye.”
I can’t say for certain if I did have a look in my eye, but I do know that I had an undeniable, unquenchable, almost unholy urge to be as ‘evil’ as possible.
Okay, so maybe Sam’s mindboggling ass was doing a good job of spurring me on as well, but some kind of Tiefling-Eldritch mix-match of chaos was definitely helping me along.
“Jesus!” Sam yelped weakly after I’d surprised her with a thrust, her legs trembling as she struggled to get in a good position for Jane, “How am I supposed to work like this?”
I shrugged, “Not sure, guess you’ll have to figure it out.”
Sam went to say something, but I managed to cut her off with another hard thrust that nearly made her legs give out completely.
“I’m… serious…” Sam whimpered, biting her lower lip as her quaking sent vibrations into me, “C-can we please m-m-move to the arm or something?”
I weighed my options, which took me a surprisingly long time, before deciding that low-key torture would work better if she didn’t literally collapse before I’d finished having my fun.
“Alright, fine,” I sighed, pulling out and letting Jane reposition herself and an almost completely breathless Sam make her way over to the arm of the couch, “but this is the last interruption, next time I’ll just go have a nap.”
“Oh, believe me,” Sam replied saucily, waggling her ass at me and flicking her tail in the air as she finally got comfortable, “this train’s already left the station.”
“Kind of weird way of putting it, but alright.” I joked before once again grabbing her by the waist and, without a word of warning, thrusting in as deeply as I could, pushing Sam’s head further between Jane’s thighs.
Surprised by Sam’s apparent eagerness to go to work, Jane let out a quick gasp before biting down on her lip and grabbing ahold of Sam’s hair, her thumb rubbing her twitching black ears as she did.
As for me, I had to admit that the view of both Sam’s ass and Jane’s heaving chest was pretty damn great, even if Jane’s clothes were preventing me from getting the full picture.
Not that it mattered for long though as Jane, either having heard my thoughts or simply wanting to liberate herself, pulled off her jacket and, with no small amount of difficulty, got her sports bra off.
“That’s more like it…” I trailed off, realizing only after I got a sultry look from Jane that I’d said it out loud.
“Yeah?” Jane asked, clearly struggling to maintain her composure while a talented and practically purring Sam sent tingling waves of pleasure through her body, “Such a shame you’re all the way over there and these… Well, these are all the way over here.”
“Don’t you dare,” Sam warned breathlessly, earning her a disappointed look from Jane, “he’s mine.”
“Fine,” Jane huffed, again grabbing a handful of Sam’s hair, “but you’re mine.”
It felt good to have them argue over me, even if it was only for a short time and for most of that I was distracted with wanting to grab Sam’s tail and pull her closer to me.
I wasn’t about to voice that though, no, I was too busy thrusting with a tenacity I didn’t know I was capable of, sending moans from Sam’s lips that Jane clearly loved.
Before long, Sam’s call to move to the arm of the couch proved to be the right one, her knees touching as her legs all but gave out.
That, along with some adjusting on my end, gave me an even better angle and made her tighten around me while Jane struggled with the multitasking of playing with her breast and tugging at Sam’s hair.
My blood was racing to my brain, my hands squeezing Sam’s hips tighter, and my cock felt about ready to explode as Sam and Jane’s moans reached a fevered pitch.
The way Sam’s tail flicked at the air, the way Jane gasped breathlessly, the knowledge an Angel could walk within three blocks and hear the girls was pushing me over the edge, and as Sam tightened around my throbbing member I knew I wasn’t alone.
“Oh God…” Jane murmured desperately as Sam’s whole body shuddered and twitched.
I nearly felt bad as I continued to thrust into Sam’s quaking body, but it seemed the cat girl didn’t mind, pushing against me as best as she could with her trembling ass while Jane pulled her head deeper into her thighs.
Then, with one final, deep thrust, I pumped into her, creating a knock-on effect that made Jane tense up as she let out an almost inaudible scream, her knuckles turning white in the mess that was Sam’s hair.
For a while we stayed like that, me pumping into Sam while both she and Jane shivered and twitched happily until the mage loosened her grip on the cat girl’s hair and let her head come to rest on her lightly toned abs.
“Happy?” I asked amusedly after pulling out, sending a little twitch through Sam’s tail.
“Mmhm…” Jane murmured tiredly, curling her finger in a strand of Sam’s hair, “You?”
“Is that even a question?” I scoffed with a smirk on my way to the kitchen, “What about you, Sam? You seem awfully quiet.”
Sam let out a few adorably embarrassed sounds at that but failed to make any actual words as I found a glass and got myself some water, my hands apparently knowing what I wanted before I did.
I like to think I was doing a pretty good job of hiding it and playing cool, but the truth was all I wanted to do was flop down on the bed and have a good ole fashioned post-nut nap.
It was weird to be sure, and it definitely wasn’t the most strenuous sex I’d ever had, not by a mile, but it was like my brain had made an association with sex, the game, and getting out.
Only it wasn’t just that, it was like I had little alarm bells going off in my head, and a quick look over to the girls after polishing off my glass let me know I was the only one who had them.
“You okay?” Jane asked, noticing my vacant stare, “You look spacey.”
“I’m fine, I just…” I trailed off, the metaphorical alarms turning literal as wires crossed in my head and I felt like I was somewhere between consciousness and sleep.
“Buck?” Sam called out as my eyes widened with realization and a subtle but real panic settled over me, “What’s wrong?”
My wisdom teeth were tingling, my toes were involuntarily tapping, and I could feel my abdomen starting to tense up.
I had to pee.
22
Words cannot accurately describe how thankful I was to discover just how similar our apartments were, especially seeing as it wasn’t until I’d burst into the bathroom that I properly realized I wasn’t at my place.
“Oh, sweet merciful Christ…” I groaned while my bladder attempted to punch a hole clean through the porcelain.
It was interesting to discover that Echo had systems in place to make sure I didn’t wet the bed, but as I struggled to stay vertical, I couldn’t help but feel like I could’ve used a bit more of a heads up.
“Everything alright in there?” Jane asked, leaning against the doorframe without looking in, “You make sure to lift the seat up?”
“What kind of heathen do you take me for?” I replied as my thirty second stream finally came to a relieving stop, “Sorry, by the way.”
“Why?” Sam asked with a smirk, not bothering to avert her gaze as she came over to lean on the opposite side of the doorway, “What kind of mess have you made in there?”
“Very funny,” I chuckled before flushing and moving over to the sink, “I just mean running out like that. You two were in a very… compromising position.”
“And you weren’t?” Sam scoffed as I looked in the mirror and got the login thing off my head, “It’s not like you had a gun on you.”
“True, but at least I was on my feet,” I replied, shuffling out of Sam’s way and heading for the door as she made for the toilet, “you two were all tangled up with your asses out.”
“Please,” Jane laughed, leading the way to the kitchen, “I’ve got magic and Sam’s got claws. Now that I think about it, you were the only one in any real danger.”
“Ha!” I huffed, “I know magic too, you know.”
“Spewing smoke’ll only get you so far,” Jane replied pointedly before pulling down a few cups, “coffee?”
“Doesn’t it seem kinda late?” I asked as I walked over and leaned on the bench, internally setting a reminder to learn more magic.
“If you’re a pussy,” Sam mocked after washing her hands and making her way out to us, “besides, you still owe us that date.”
“Didn’t we just go on a date?” I chuckled before giving Jane a nod and a smile.
“That was a firefight, not a date.” Sam explained, “I’ll admit they’re similar, but dates are significantly more scary.”
“Alright,” I agreed before looking between the girls, “so what do you want to do then? Movie?”
“Like, here or out?” Sam asked.
“Either.” I replied with a shrug.
“Nah,” Sam sighed, “could go bowling?”
“I’m not really in the mood to do anything too active,” Jane added, “I want something where we can sit down and just have a good time.”
“You just described going to the movies.” I chuckled.
“Yeah, but not,” Jane replied as she continued preparing our drinks, “somewhere we can talk is important.”
Not trying to sound whingey, but there was definitely a part of me that was concerned we were going to end up sitting there until the following morning and still have no idea what we were going to do.
Thankfully, right as I was about to give up hope, Sam jokingly asked “You have to know of somewhere, right, Buck?”
“Last place I went out to for a good time was that strip club for Carl’s bachelor party,” I scoffed, “and that’s not exactly the type of place you take your girlfriend. Well, girlfriends.”
“Why not?” Jane asked as she filled each of our cups with freshly boiled water, “It’s not like we wouldn’t have a good time. Plus, I heard they have a really good buffet.”
“Why has everyone heard of that buffet?” I chuckled before a more obvious question dawned on me, “And how did you know which club I was talking about?”
“There really aren’t that many strip clubs around here,” Sam replied with a shrug, “and cool people know where the best buffets are.”
“Why do you have to come at me like that?” I asked, feigning offense as I took a stupid and painful sip from the still steaming coffee, “But yeah, I guess if you guys are up for it-”
Before I could even finish saying the word, the girls had gone off to get ready, barely containing their eagerness as they went back to their room.
“I guess…” I murmured to myself after taking another, slightly less painful sip, “I should get dressed then…”
23
I’m not going to sit here and pretend I wasn’t at the very least amused by how excited the girls were to head out to the strip club, but I can say that I genuinely would’ve been just as happy, if not more so, to just stay at home and watch a movie or something.
“C’mon,” Sam pleaded as she practically bounded away from Jane and me, her skirt attempting to run up her legs as she did, “I don’t want to miss out on the buffet!”
“I’m sure that’s the only reason you’re running.” I chuckled, zipping my coat up a little tighter and wondering how Jane and Sam were getting around in stockings and thin sweaters, “I still don’t know why you two aren’t wearing sweatpants and washed-out band shirts.”
“I can’t speak for Sam,” Jane replied before snuggling a little closer to me, “but I like looking pretty.”
“You look pretty no matter what,” I said with a little smile as Sam begrudgingly slowed down and hooked her arm around mine, “you both do.”
“Of course you’d say that.” Sam sighed, rolling her eyes.
“And my opinion doesn’t matter?” I jokingly asked.
“It matters,” Jane said, “but you’re also required to find us attractive no matter what.”
“I’m required to?” I chuckled, “And here I thought I just had good taste in women.”
“How very foolish of you.” Sam mocked after squeezing the crook of my arm with her free hand, “Honestly though, I do kind of wish I’d worn something a little less… not pants.”
“So, like pants?” I asked, “Like the ones I suggested a billion times before we left the house?”
“I refuse to fall in line with the patriarchy and let some man tell me what to wear.” Sam replied jokingly, “Also, I wanted to save my pants for tomorrow.”
“What’s tomorrow?” Jane asked before I got the chance.
“Don’t know yet,” Sam said with a shrug, “but I’m almost certain I won’t want to wear this.”
It was undeniable that Sam was keeping something to herself, a fact that was clearly obvious to Jane and I, but neither of us got the chance to probe deeper before rounding the corner to see the neon lights of our destination come into view.
“Finally,” Sam let out with relief, “and here I thought you were just walking us into the middle of nowhere.”
“I tried my hardest.” I joked, noting the odd look we got from the bouncer.
“Still don’t know why you didn’t park closer.” Jane said as we entered the club and were hit with a welcoming warmth, “There were a bunch of free spots.”
“I like walking,” I replied, leading us to a free table not too far from where I’d sat last time, “and it feels safer to keep a bit of distance between my car and the drunks.”
“Makes sense,” Sam replied as we took our seats, “I’m definitely
going to complain about it on our way back though.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I chuckled before unzipping my jacket halfway and taking a moment to acclimatize myself to the familiar but still mildly overwhelming space.
At first, I didn’t know where the small amount of tension I was feeling was coming from, though one look at the topless redhead twirling around the pole center stage helped to clear things up.
The girls had wanted to go, I knew that, it was just that there was something hardwired into my mind about being there with them that felt distinctly unnatural.
I was enjoying the music, sure, and I’d be lying if I said the talent wasn’t putting on one Hell of a show, but again, the whole situation felt kind of… weird.
However, with all that being said, I was working through whatever it was that had me sweating and was actually managing to have a good time.
‘Was’ being the operative word.
“Hello there, stranger,” a familiar voice sultrily whispered in my ear as two hands slid from my shoulders down my chest, “long time, no see.”
“Hey, Rachael,” I replied as confidently as I could, ignoring the confused looks from the girls, “or is it Cinnamon or something?”
“Rachael’s fine,” she said as her hands ran back up my body and she circled around to the front of the table, revealing she was once again wearing a wig but had traded in her ‘patriotic’ garb for a more traditional black and purple, “and who do we have here?”
I wasn’t sure if she was deliberately pretending we hadn’t talked about them or not, but I decided to err on the side of the caution, “These lovely ladies are my girlfriends, Sam and Jane.”
“Girlfriends?” Rachael asked with what sounded like genuine surprise, confirming for me that she was being deceptive for some reason, “How’d you manage that?”
“Just got lucky, I guess.” I replied with a smile while Rachael put the least amount of effort into her dance.
“You look tired.” Sam pointed out.
“Five minutes and I’m done for the night,” Rachael explained, clearly struggling to pull her attention from me and put it on Sam, “then it’s right back to Echo.”
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