Ch.47 – Competitive Arrangement (Part 3)

Light through the bark-wall gaps woke me.

Morning light. Gold-green and warm, the fungi lanterns burned out, the canopy filtering dawn into the treehouse room. The air was cool on my face and warm everywhere else because there were two bodies pressed against me and the moss bedding had trapped the heat from the night.

Llusse was curled on her side with her back against my chest. Her hair was in my face and her ears were relaxed, half-lowered in sleep, and her breathing was slow and even. She was small against me. My arm was around her waist and my hand was resting on her stomach and at some point in the night her fingers had found mine and held on.

Filia was on Llusse's other side. Facing us. Her red hair was spread across the moss pillow and one arm was draped over Llusse's hip, her fingers touching my forearm. Their legs were tangled. Filia's face in sleep was different from Filia's face awake. The composure was gone and her mouth was slightly open and her jaw was slack and she looked younger.

Both of them had found me in the night. Llusse's fingers laced with mine on her stomach. Filia's hand on my forearm from behind.

I was hard. The morning and the heat and Llusse's bare ass pressed against my cock and the smell of her hair and the warmth of two women. My cock was resting against the curve of her body and she was warm and soft and I was awake and she wasn't and I needed to move.

Llusse stirred. Her hips shifted backward. The press of her ass against my cock went from incidental to direct and her breathing changed and her ears went from relaxed to alert in one twitch.

She didn't move away.

Her hips shifted again. Smaller. Testing. Her ass grinding back against me in a slow circle and her breathing was still slow but her fingers had tightened on mine.

"You're awake," I said. Low. Against her ear.

Her ear twitched away from my lips. "Don't talk."

"Morning."

"I said don't TALK."

Her hips rolled back. Deliberate. My cock slid between her thighs and the heat of her was immediate, the damp warmth where her legs pressed together, and she inhaled through her nose and her body tensed.

I pressed forward. Slow. My cock sliding along her pussy from behind and she was wet. Already wet, the morning arousal and the friction and the memory of last night all doing the work. The slide was slick and she shivered and her fingers crushed mine on her stomach.

"Nn-"

Quiet. A morning sound. Her mouth barely open and her eyes still closed and her ears flat against her head. She didn't want to be awake yet. She didn't want to acknowledge what was happening. She wanted to stay in the warm dark space between sleep and conscious where she didn't have to decide anything.

I angled my hips. Found her entrance. Pressed in.

The sound she made was small. A breath that caught and held and released as a whisper that wasn't a word. I pushed deeper. Slow. The fit from behind was different from last night. Tighter, the angle narrower, her thighs pressed together and the resistance gentle and warm. Each inch was a slow slide into heat that gripped and held.

I bottomed out. Inside her. Spooning. Her back against my chest and my cock buried in her and my arm around her waist and our fingers laced together and the morning light was gold through the bark walls.

She was quiet. Her breathing had changed, faster, but she was quiet in a way she hadn't been all night. The competition was gone. The performance was gone. She was half-asleep with me inside her and she wasn't trying to be louder or quieter than anyone.

I rocked. Slow. Barely moving. Long strokes that pulled halfway out and pushed back in and the wet sound was soft in the quiet room. Her pussy was warm and slick from sleep and the arousal and each stroke was easy and unhurried.

"Ah-"

A whisper. Her head tilting back against my shoulder. Her ear brushing my jaw.

I kissed her neck. Below her ear. The skin was warm and salt-sweet from last night's sweat and she shivered and her pussy clenched around me and I kept the pace slow. There was no rush. The morning was warm and the room was quiet and nobody was watching.

Filia shifted.

Her eyes opened. Blue, unfocused, blinking in the morning light. She looked at Llusse. At me over Llusse's shoulder. At the slow movement of my hips behind Llusse's body.

Her mouth curved.

She didn't say anything. She scooted closer behind me. Pressed her body against my back, her breasts against my shoulder blades, her face close to mine over Llusse's head. Her arm went over both of us, her hand finding my hip, and she held us together.

Llusse's eyes opened. Filia was right there. Close enough that their noses were almost touching.

"Hi," Filia said. Quiet.

Llusse's ears went pink. "Don't-"

"Good morning."

"I'm not- this isn't- he started it-"

I rocked into her. She gasped and her eyes fluttered and her mouth stayed open and Filia was watching from an inch away.

"Ah- nn- that's not fair-"

"What isn't fair?" Filia's voice was soft. Morning-rough. Her hand on my hip guided the rhythm, pressing me forward on each stroke, and Llusse was caught between us.

"Both of you- at the same- ah-"

I kept the pace slow. Filia warm against my back, her hand on my hip. Llusse pressed against my front. Every stroke pushed into Llusse and Filia's hand guided the rhythm from behind. Her breathing was getting faster. Short inhales through parted lips. Her eyes were open and she was looking up at me and her hands were gripping my arms and her ears were trembling.

"Nn- ah- right there- don't stop-"

Low. Barely voiced. The morning volume, all of it whispered and half-formed. The wet sounds of me inside her were soft and rhythmic and the bed creaked gently under three bodies.

Filia's hand came over my shoulder and touched Llusse's hair. Just her fingertips, brushing the strands back from Llusse's face. Llusse's ears went rigid. Her mouth opened. She turned her face into my chest.

"Don't look at me," she said. Muffled.

"I'm looking at you," Filia said.

"I SAID don't-"

I drove in deeper. Slow still, but deeper, the angle from behind pressing against the spot and Llusse's body went stiff for a second and a sound came out of her that was swallowed by the pillow.

Her hips were moving on their own. Rocking back against me, the grinding motion she did when she stopped fighting it. Her pussy was clenching in the rhythm I knew. Her fingers were white on Filia's hand. Her ears were trembling.

Going rigid.

The tell.

"Ah- ah- nn- I'm- don't stop- please-"

Against Filia's skin. Muffled. Her face hidden.

I didn't stop. The slow rhythm, deep and steady. Filia's hand pressing my hip forward on each stroke. Llusse between us, shaking, her body tight, her pussy gripping me harder with each thrust.

"Nn- AH-"

Louder. Even muffled against the pillow she was loud. Her ears locked rigid and her whole body clenched and her pussy tightened around me in pulses and she came quietly, pressed against me, her face hidden in the moss bedding and her hand crushing mine and her body shaking in waves that went on for a long time.

I held still. Inside her. Her aftershocks gripping me and my cock throbbing and I was close but the morning pace had kept me on the edge and I stayed there, letting her finish, my lips against her hair.

She went limp. All the tension draining. Her body heavy against both of us, her ears going flat, her breathing ragged and slowing.

A long silence. Morning sounds outside. Birds in the canopy. Elves waking up on the platforms.

"Did you..." she said. Into the pillow.

"No."

"Oh." A pause. Her hips shifted back against me. My cock twitched inside her and she made a small sound. "You should."

"Yeah?"

"Just- finish. It's fine." Her ears were pink. "Don't make a big deal about it."

Filia's hand on my hip pressed forward. Guiding.

I moved again. Slow. Each stroke inside Llusse's sensitive, swollen, post-orgasm pussy and she flinched and gasped and her body was oversensitive and each thrust made her make sounds she wasn't trying to make. Small ones. Quiet whimpers and bitten-off gasps and her hand tightening on Filia's.

"Ah- nn- it's- I already- it's too much-"

"Should I stop?"

"DON'T stop I said FINISH-"

Her ears contradicted her voice. Flattening and rising and trembling, and she was pushing her hips back against me even while saying it was too much.

Filia's hand guided me faster. Not by much. The pace was still morning-slow but deeper now and Llusse was making sounds on every stroke and I was close, the pressure that had been building since I woke up against her, and the heat of her and the tightness and Filia's hand on my hip and Llusse pressed between us.

I came. Quiet. My forehead against the back of Llusse's neck and my hips pressed flush and the warmth flooding and Llusse gasped at the heat of it and her ears went flat and she pressed back against me and held still.

Breathing. Three sets. Slow. Morning-quiet.

I stayed inside her. Softening. Her body warm against my front and Filia warm against my back and the three of us in a pile in the morning light.

Nobody moved for a long time.

"That also means nothing," Llusse said. Her voice was very small.

"Mm-hm," Filia said.

"It was a- a biological response. Morning. Proximity. It happens."

"Of course."

"I'm going back to sleep."

"You do that."

Llusse closed her eyes. Her ears were pink. She was still holding Filia's hand. She was still full of me.

She didn't go back to sleep. But she pretended to, and Filia let her, and I lay behind them and watched the morning light move across the bark walls and listened to the settlement waking up around us.

Outside, on a platform below, someone was singing. Old Elvish. The same melody Lucie had been singing when we found her.

Llusse's ear twitched toward the sound. Filia's breathing evened out and deepened and she actually fell back asleep.

I closed my eyes. Warm. Heavy. Two women against me, one pretending to sleep and one genuinely asleep and their hands still joined.

An elf settlement waking up around us and not one of them knowing what had happened in this treehouse last night.

Or this morning.

Or caring, probably, because they'd definitely heard.