Chapter 204 Need.

Chapter 204: 204 Need.

We landed outside the chalet in the clear moonlight. Rhea and Lilith were waiting for us outside the doors, expecting us, of course.

They’d been listening to the whole situation through my comms, so there wasn’t any need for long explanations, though I certainly wasn’t averse to Rhea’s hug.

I brought Psyren down to Rhea’s lab, closely followed by the dog-girl herself.

Into the humming lair of cobalt light and blinking servers, I laid out Psyren on an examination table whose purposes before this I tried not to dwell on.

Psyren sighed as she relaxed on the table, her eyes fluttering open.

"How you doing?" I asked.

Psyren gave me a tired smile. "Feels like I got kicked in the head by an elephant, boss."

Ouch.

I stood by as Rhea checked her over, waving some weird looking wand thing over Psyren’s body before nodding in satisfaction.

"She’s okay, near as I can tell," the dog-girl said, tucking away the device. "Looks like she just needs some rest."

I sighed in relief, feeling some of the tension that had been tightening in me relax. "Good," I said. "Good."

Rhea grinned up at me and patted my arm before rising and turning for the door. I moved to follow but felt Psyren grab my hand.

"Boss? Don’t go."

Looking down at her, I knew I needed to stay. I gave Rhea a nod.

The dog-girl paused, one hand already on the handle, ready to slip out and give us privacy. Before she could open it, Psyren’s other hand shot out and caught Rhea’s wrist.

"You too," Psyren murmured, voice soft but firm. "Stay."

Rhea blinked, ears flicking. "Psyren—"

Psyren tugged. Rhea stumbled a half-step closer. The psychic propped herself up just enough, still holding both our hands, and pulled Rhea down.

And something I would’ve never thought of but was bound to happen eventually.

Their mouths met. It was in no way shy.

Psyren kissed her hard, tongue sliding past Rhea’s startled lips, a low hungry sound vibrating in her throat.

Rhea froze for a heartbeat, then melted into it, free hand bracing on the edge of the table as she returned the kiss with equal heat.

I stood there, cock already twitching, watching my two girls devour each other.

When they finally broke apart, Rhea’s cheeks were flushed, pupils wide. Psyren’s eyes glowed faint pink.

She looked at me, then back at Rhea, and smiled that wicked little smile that always meant trouble.

"Door," she said.

Rhea reached back without looking and locked it. The click was loud in the quiet lab.

I pulled the chair close and sat, still holding Psyren’s hand. She didn’t let go of Rhea either. The dog-girl hovered beside the table, breathing a little fast and tail wagging fast.

"Knew you’d come for me," Psyren said to me.

"Of course."

"And not just because I’m your baddest bitch. Right?"

I squeezed her fingers. "Not just because of that."

She giggled, softer than usual. "Mmm. Thanks, boss. I... I kinda doubted for a minute there. Sorry."

"No apologies needed. Things were tough. You pulled through. We all did. No matter what happens, I’ll come for you."

"I know." Her grip tightened. Then she looked at Rhea again. "You too, Rhea. You’re not just the lab coat."

Rhea’s ears went pink at the tips. "I—"

Psyren tugged her down again. This time the kiss was slower, wetter.

I watched Rhea’s tongue slip into Psyren’s mouth, watched Psyren suck on it, watched Rhea’s free hand creep up to cup one of Psyren’s breasts through the torn fabric of her top.

Psyren arched into the touch with a soft moan that went straight to my cock.

When they parted, a thin strand of spit connected their lips for a second before it broke.

"Boss," Psyren breathed, eyes half-lidded. "Help me out of these."

I stood. Rhea helped. Between us we stripped Psyren carefully—boots, leggings, the shredded remains of her top, the thin panties already damp between her thighs.

She lay naked on the table, slender body marked with a few bruises from the fight, nipples tight around the piercings, pussy glistening. Rhea’s hands lingered on her hips. Mine traced the line of her collarbone.

Psyren reached for Rhea’s coat. "Your turn."

Rhea hesitated only a second, then shrugged out of the coat. Underneath she wore a simple tank and shorts.

Psyren’s psychic energy flickered; the fabric loosened, slid down Rhea’s arms and legs without either of us touching it.

Rhea stood bare, soft curves, full breasts with dark nipples already hard, the soft fleece of her thighs framing a neat, wet slit. Her tail flicked once, nervous and eager at the same time.

I stripped next. Belt, boots, everything. My cock sprang free, heavy and already leaking. Psyren’s eyes dropped to it and stayed there. Rhea’s did too.

"Fuck," Psyren whispered. "Missed that."

I remembered the button Rhea had shown me before. I edged over and pressed it with my hip.

The bed hissed out from the wall, sheets already turned down. I lifted Psyren off the table.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, legs around my waist, and kissed me deep while I carried her the few steps. Rhea followed, hands already roaming over my back, then over Psyren’s ass as I laid the psychic down.

We climbed on together.

I settled between Psyren’s thighs. Rhea knelt beside her head.

Psyren turned and sucked one of Rhea’s nipples into her mouth without preamble, tongue working, teeth grazing just enough to make Rhea gasp.

I leaned down and kissed the other breast, sucking hard, feeling the soft flesh fill my mouth.

Rhea’s hand tangled in my hair; her other hand found Psyren’s free breast and pinched the nipple until Psyren moaned around the one in her mouth.

I kissed lower. Across Rhea’s stomach, then across Psyren’s.

I spread Psyren’s legs wider and dragged my tongue up the length of her cunt in one long, slow lick.

She jerked, hips lifting. I did it again, slower, tasting her, then sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked.

At the same time I pushed two fingers into her, curling them, fucking her steadily while I licked and sucked.

Rhea shifted. She swung a leg over Psyren’s face and lowered herself. Psyren’s hands came up to grip Rhea’s ass and pull her down.

The wet sound of Psyren’s tongue working into Rhea’s pussy filled the room. Rhea moaned, head tipping back, grinding slowly on Psyren’s mouth while I kept eating the psychic out.

I added a third finger. Psyren’s hips rolled against my hand. I could feel her getting tighter, wetter. Rhea reached back and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts of my fingers. Her palm was soft, grip firm, thumb smearing the precum over the head.

"Boss," Psyren gasped when Rhea lifted just enough to let her speak. "Fuck me. Please. Need you in me."