6-74 Night of Many II (R18)

“T-this is…” Nivia stammered as she lay on the bed. Her head was resting on Erin’s lap, but above her was Lyra, who was prone over her.

The trio had moved to the bed after they had all stripped themselves bare. They were all as naked as they were when they were born. It was a chilly night, but the insulation spell cast on the estate had provided enough warmth for the cold to be irrelevant to everyone in the embassy. With every piece of clothing cast aside and scattered all over the floor, their bodies entangled on the bed in a twisted yet passionate, heated romance.

“This is what?” Lyra asked, teasingly. “Whatever you mean by that, Nivia?” She couldn’t help but smirk at how Nivia was acting: vulnerable, shy, and yearning. Such an adorable Elf was right under her, and she was hovering above Nivia.

“Y-you know what I mean…” Nivia’s voice trailed off as she looked away, but Erin turned her head back to face Lyra. “Erin…!”

“Nope~” Erin tittered. “You can’t escape this. Be honest, Nivia. You want this, don’t you?”

“I-I don’t!”

Lyra smiled and sighed. She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Nivia’s lips. Their bare chest slowly touched, and their nips met, brushing against one another as their kiss gradually turned rough and sloppy. Nivia, who was initially reluctant and resistant, was reciprocating the kiss. Erin no longer needed to keep her head from turning away. Nivia wrapped her arms around Lyra and pulled her deeper into the kiss. Their bodies also touched even more. The heated and passionate exchange morphed. Nivia shifted the orientation. They tumbled and rolled off Erin’s lap, and Nivia ended up being on top of Lyra. The Elf returned the favour by trapping Lyra’s arms under hers as the former’s kiss trailed away from Lyra’s lips and onto her neck and shoulders.

“Oh, Divines!” Lyra moaned as she felt her Nivia pecking on her sensitive spots. “How did you know?”

“Not telling,” Nivia returned the teasing and planted more loving pecks all over Lyra’s neck and shoulders, eliciting moans with every nibble.

Meanwhile, Erin was looking at the two enviously. She wanted to join, but at the same time, she wanted to give the two their moments together. She would have to wait for a while. Just as she was thinking about pleasuring herself while waiting, a faint noise from the balcony caught her attention. Lyra and Nivia were too engrossed in one another to catch the sound, but Erin heard it plainly. Instead of stopping the two, she smiled excitedly.

A shadow swooped past outside. A second later, a figure in a cloak appeared on the balcony. The figure opened the door and stepped into the room.

Lyra and Nivia heard the sound of the door opening. They stopped and stared at the intruder with widened eyes, fearing they were caught. However, they promptly returned to their passionate exchange once they knew who it was.

“I was wondering when you would show up, Siv.”

The Wolf-kin girl shed her cloak as she approached the bed. She was not wearing her usual adventurer garments, but a plain blouse and a pair of shorts. She was dressed lightly, as if she was anticipating joining the heated mess of an embrace. “Forgive me, mistress.”

“What for?”

“I hesitated to come to your aid when you needed it.”

Erin chuckled. “My silly wolf. You don’t need to apologise for such a trivial thing, but… if you wish to apologise, do it with your body.” Erin beckoned Siv to come to her with a wag of her finger.

Siv nodded with her ever-unchanging deadpan expression and slowly approached Erin. She undressed herself as she walked towards her mistress. When she reached Erin, she was as naked as everyone else in the room. She climbed onto the bed and spread her mistress's legs. The bed was large enough to accommodate four of them. Even a fifth person would still leave some space on the bed.

“Siv…” Erin caressed the Wolf-kin’s head.

“Mistress…” Siv softly held her lady’s hand and rubbed her face against it. “I am… unworthy of such a gift, but I will not disappoint you.”

“Stop talking and pleasure me already, Siv.”

“At once, Mistress,” Siv said and went down on Erin.

“Oh, Siv~!” Erin immediately cried out in ecstasy when Siv inserted her tongue into her holy hole. “I need this… I need this so bad… Don’t stop, Siv.”

“I won’t even if you beg me to, mistress. I, too, have waited for this for a long time. You will suffer my thirst and loneliness, mistress.”

“S-Siv… are you perhaps angry at me?”

“No.” Siv shook her head. “I was just… lonely.” And she resumed her duty.

Erin threw her head back, shrieking loudly while gripping the sheets tightly. Her thighs clamped down, sandwiching Siv in between.

Siv spread Erin’s legs once more and allowed herself a deeper entry into her mistress's sanctuary that was flooded with honey and juices. It was overflowing, and Siv lapped up every last drop that overflowed.

Erin moaned and cried with every lick and lap. She twisted her lower body and kicked her feet, struggling to contain the pleasure that was building up faster than she expected. The short and quick embrace with Aedan alleviated only a little of her lust. She was still yearning for much more, and Siv’s tongue and skill were sending her to heaven. In just under a minute, she reached the peak of pleasure. Her hips jerked up, and her love juices gushed forth, spraying all over like a broken dam. Her orgasm lasted for a few seconds, and when it waned, Erin fell back onto the bed, panting, but wanting more.

“By the stars….” Erin gasped and sighed. “I still need more… Siv, can you—” Just as she was about to get up, something held her down by her hands. She looked up and saw Lyra and Nivia holding her hands, keeping her pinned on the bed. “Lyra? Nivia? What are you two doing?”

“You were always the dominant one in bed, Erin.” Lyra giggled. “But this time, we shall be the ones to dominate you.”

“We won’t stop even if you beg us,” Nivia added. She was looking unusually coquettish and coy.

“I concur with them, mistress,” said Siv, who was wiping off Erin’s love juices from her face. “For once, I would like for you to be at my mercy, mistress.”

Instead of panicking or refuting, Erin accepted their challenge with a grin. “Then, by all means, please. Make me beg. Make me cum so hard that I will address you three as… my mistresses.”

Erin’s provocation worked. Of course, it did. Erin was the Apostle of Lust, and she had just unleashed the pink mist that was the manifestation of her desires. The trio became even more excited than ever, spurred by her words and the mist. They practically jumped at her.

Although no words were exchanged, the three knew what they needed to do. Lyra immediately took Erin’s lips. She tipped the Fox-kin’s face towards her and devoured her lover’s lips and tongue. Erin returned the gesture, and their tongues began a fight for dominance with their lips locked tightly together. Only a few seconds after their lips clashed and tongues tangled, Lyra was already feeling light-headed and weak. She was melting just from a deep kiss, but she strengthened her will and steeled her heart. She could not falter right now, or it would be no different from every other time.

As for Nivia, she went for Erin’s bountiful mounds that had been the subject of her envy ever since she first met Erin. It was something Nivia had never told anyone before, though most could probably figure it out with just a single look at her. Nivia had always felt inferior as a woman in the presence of Erin, who was the embodiment of the perfect woman. Whenever Erin was in the presence of others, gazes always drew towards her like moths to a flame. This petty resentment had reached its limits, and Nivia intended to let it out all at this very moment and opportunity. She grasped her shapely and full breasts firmly and took them into her mouth. She stuffed those malleable and impressive hills as much as she could into her mouth, gnawing and mauling them to her content.

Siv’s job was the same as before. She spread Ern’s legs apart and devoured all that her mistress offered. Siv was not one to let her emotions control her actions or expressions, but the scent of her mistress’s holy hole and also the pink mist wafting in the air, Siv could not restrain herself. She shed all moderation and dug deep into Erin’s womanly cavern. Being a wolf-kin, Siv possessed a tongue that was longer than that of the average human. It was long enough to reach the most pleasurable spots inside Erin’s meaty tunnel.

Being assaulted from all three sides, Erin could not endure it. She let herself loose and cried out to her limits. She did not bother to silence herself or control her reactions. She flailed like a fish out of water but with Siv and Nivia’s strength, she could only shudder and shiver uncontrollably under their weight and control. Erin’s voice was sharp enough to shatter glass, but Lyra had taken her lips and swallowed her moans and cries. Lyra would also aim for the neck and shoulders. Erin would let out the same manner of sounds. Lyra would take care not to let any of those sounds escape by plunging her fingers into Erin’s mouth, which made Erin’s eyes roll to the back of her head. It was a new discovery for Lyra and the other two, one that they would not just overlook.

The three stopped what they were doing and gathered beside Erin, who was on the verge of melting and climaxing. She was near, but she wasn’t quite there yet for the second pass. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing was ragged, and her body was trembling intermittently from the building ecstasy. Any more, and she would have melted into a rapturous mess.

“What’s this?” Lyra said, pulling her fingers out of Erin’s mouth. The latter’s tongue reached out desperately for the fingers, but her tongue was not long enough, and her head was held in place by Nivia. “So, you like having things shoved into your mouth, don’t you?”

Erin didn’t answer. She was simply gazing longingly at Lyra’s fingers.

“Answer me,” Lyra asked again as she plunged those two fingers that were just in Erin’s mouth into her honeypot.

Erin shrieked and shuddered. Siv and Nivia held her down, preventing her from flailing off the bed.

“Answer me, Erin. Do you like having things stuff inside your mouth?”

“Y-yes…” Erin answered.

“Oh? Is that why you wanted a man in your harem? Just so you will have big juicy meat that you can stuff inside your mouth whenever you want?”

Erin snickered and looked at Lyra with those glazed eyes of hers. “Yes,” she answered honestly. “I love having his big juicy meat in my mouth. And what are you going to do about it?” She challenged Lyra with a smirk.

Lyra returned the smirk and began wriggling her fingers inside Erin’s snatch.

Erin moaned, but her smirk remained.

Nivia and Lyra caught the signal. They grabbed one each of Erin’s breasts. They kneaded it and took her nipples into their mouth, biting and nibbling on them.

Erin moaned even louder but that didn’t wipe the smirk of her face. If anything, it only made it wider. As she was nearing her peak once more, she gripped the sheets tightly and braced herself for yet another intense climax. However, she fell just as the peak was within reach. She fell right back to the foot of the towering hill that was her pleasure. The three had simultaneously stopped their actions and stared at Erin, each with a smirk of their own. “W-why…?” Erin questioned meekly.

“Punishment,” Lyra said and resumed. The other two also resumed.

From this moment onwards, Erin was plunge into a pleasure hell, where everytime was she near her peak of ecstasy, she would be wholly deprived of ever reaching it. This was her punishment.