Chapter 180: One Above, One Below**

"Rose is stronger, so she needs to be the one below. Andrea cannot handle Rose’s weight... She may die."

Rose spoke in her usual calm, soothing voice, but there was a clear underlying threat beneath the surface. A low, quiet killing intent directed at only one person in the room—Andrea.

Just from the tone, she made it obvious that the final part was not simple speculation. It was a warning. If Andrea knew what was better for her, she would not test Rose’s boundaries tonight.

Andrea was steadfast by nature and normally eager to hold her own ground. Still, a wise person also understood when to step back and when to advance. Right now, open fighting was not an option. Besides, maybe not having to meet Fredrinn’s gaze directly would actually help. She could hide some of the shyness and embarrassment that still clung to the idea of a threesome.

After weighing the situation for a few seconds, Andrea let out a quiet sigh and agreed with Rose’s proposition. She would take the top position. Rose would remain underneath.

Throughout the short discussion Fredrinn had been practically floating. He could barely contain his eagerness to get them into the exact arrangement he wanted. Every small delay felt longer than it was. Finally his patience was rewarded.

Rose laid herself flat on the mattress without further argument. She stared up at him with those shimmering heart-shaped eyes. The brightness in them had not dimmed at all; if anything, the pink glow had grown stronger with anticipation and leftover lust from earlier.

Andrea gulped down her saliva and stared at Rose’s naked body for a moment in a daze. The height difference between them made her hesitate. She was not entirely sure where to place herself so that everything would line up the way Fredrinn clearly wanted. Her hands hovered uncertainly above the sheets.

Luckily, Fredrinn had no intention of wasting any more time on logistics.

He wrapped a firm hand around Andrea’s waist, flipped her over so her stomach faced downward, and settled her carefully on top of Rose. The height difference meant almost nothing once he adjusted their bodies. Andrea’s head ended up resting against Rose’s shoulder, nestled near the warm curve of her neck. Soft crimson hair brushed against Andrea’s cheek. The important part, however, was lower down.

Their pussies sat at exactly the same level.

Andrea’s dripping wet cunt rested on top, still flushed and heated from earlier fingering and leftover arousal. A light sheen of sweat covered parts of her skin. Beneath her, Rose’s folds were equally slick, wet with a mix of her own fluids and the thick cum Fredrinn had left inside her not long ago. The soft, intimate contact of their most sensitive places pressed fully together made Andrea’s breath catch in her throat.

"MM~"

She hummed softly the moment their pussies brushed against each other without any fabric between them. A heavy wave of embarrassment crashed over her all at once. She could feel her own breasts pressing into Rose’s fuller ones, the soft give of warm flesh against flesh. Her entire body was spread open on top of the succubus. Every inch of her was either completely visible or in direct contact with Rose’s skin. Behind her she could sense Fredrinn’s piercing gaze traveling slowly over the stacked pair, taking in every detail and clearly burning the image into his memory.

The position left her feeling more exposed than anything that had happened earlier in the night.

"Ladies~"

Fredrinn murmured the single word, his voice husky and thick with open lust. His fingers reached out and roughly squeezed Andrea’s soft, bubbly ass—right in front of his eyes. He moulded the pliant flesh under his palms, then spread the cheeks apart with deliberate care so he could get an even clearer view of her pussy and the exact place where it met Rose’s. The cool air of the room touched the newly exposed skin and made Andrea shiver.

"Hnng~"

Andrea moaned softly on pure reflex. Her body shuddered on top of Rose. The small movement sent vibrations down through both of them. Rose managed not to let out a sound of her own, but the tiny shared sensation made her reconsider, just a little, how harshly she had been thinking about the idea of a threesome. The friction of their wet folds sliding against each other was not unpleasant. If anything, it carried an unexpected, low spark of heat.

Fredrinn kept his hands on Andrea’s ass for a few more seconds, thumbs brushing dangerously close to both of their entrances, before he finally spoke again.

"Who wants to be first?"

He continued with a wide smile, looking like a man who had just won the lottery twice in a row. His cock stood fully hard between them, still glistening from earlier rounds, the thick tip hovering only inches away from the stacked pair of wet, flushed folds.

Rose immediately snapped out of any lingering private thoughts.

"Rose! This Andrea disturbed hubby and Rose... Rose needs to go first."

Her voice carried a clear edge of possessiveness even while she remained pinned underneath.

Andrea, more shy because of her completely exposed position yet equally stubborn, countered at once.

"No! It should be me. Rose and you already did it... Now it’s my turn."

"It’s Rose’s. Andrea’s the one who’s interfering... Least she can do is wait."

Rose’s tone stayed calm on the surface, but the underlying claim was unmistakable.

"You greedy demon, you can wait a little too."

Andrea shot back, cheeks burning a deep red, though she made no move to climb off or change the position. Her wetness was already mixing further with Rose’s against their pressed-together folds.

The short argument hung in the air. Neither woman seemed willing to yield.

"Chill chill, ladies~"

Fredrinn intercepted the rising verbal battle with an easy, amused smirk. He shifted his hips forward and pressed the thick, hot tip of his cock right between both their pussies—nestled directly between the two swollen clits. The blunt heat of him rested against both of them at once, sliding just enough to tease without entering either entrance yet. Both women twitched at the shared contact. Andrea’s breath hitched again. Rose’s pink eyes fluttered for a brief second.

He held himself there, letting them both feel the promise of what was coming while keeping full control of the pace.

"No one’s going first~"