Ember’s mind is full of warm, thick fog, a haze of clinging thoughts of Maeve, Maeve, Maeve. Maeve’s voice fills her head, warm and gentle, sweet and seductive, offering her everything she wants and more…

  She takes a long breath and looks over in the direction of the voice — and sure enough, Maeve sits on the opposite side of the pillow pit, wearing her uniform blouse half-open, her breasts only barely concealed by the trailing fabric.

  Maeve gnces over at Fianna — then Maeve crawls over and lowers her lips to kiss Ember. Her lips are so soft, yet the hunger behind them gives them a force all their own. Ember doesn’t even think; she reaches up and embraces the half-nude woman, her hind-brain entirely in control. This feels good. The heat in her is so intense, and Maeve is offering succor. Fuck the consequences.

  “Please,” Ember begs, the moment she’s separated from Maeve. “Fuck me.”

  Maeve smiles. “You’re sure?”

  “I’m so fucking sure,” Ember says. “Please.”

  “Alright,” Maeve says. “Far be it for me to stand in your way.”

  She leans back and discards her blouse, shrugging it off, and her bare breasts come into view. Ember’s breath stills at the sight, tension running through her body. It’s been almost a month since she’s had actual sex, and with the aphrodisiacs burning through her that fact seems incredibly pressing. She wants to p and suckle and touch —

  There’s nothing stopping her.

  Ember sits up a little and presses her mouth to Maeve’s nipple, her hands wrapping around her ass and upper back, pressing her in hard, her thigh grinding in against Maeve’s pussy through her skirt.

  Maeve runs a hand through Ember’s hair, then kisses her forehead. “Good girl,” she says.

  “Good girl,” Fianna echoes, pressing in behind Ember and kissing her shoulder from behind, pushing her forward against Maeve.

  Distantly, Ember realizes that she’s been pyed, and a fsh of grudging respect goes through her… But it’s such a good trap that it would really just be a shame to not fall for it. Maeve deserves this. And she can still win this, some tiny part of her brain insists, if she just makes Maeve come first.

  Maeve digs in a firm nip against Ember’s neck, and starts undoing her blouse buttons, baring more and more of her skin. Her body only warms more to her touch, and she wriggles against Fianna, feeling exhirating glee run through her. She’s doing something forbidden, something naughty, and that only makes it better —

  Maeve finishes pulling open Ember’s blouse, and her hands explore her breasts, massaging, groping, pinching her nipples. They share another hard kiss, and this time Maeve nips at Ember’s lower lip. Fianna assists her, pulling the blouse the rest of the way off and discarding it, her own teeth digging into Ember’s left shoulder.

  Ember thrills at the touches, exhirating pleasure surging through her. She pulls at Maeve’s skirt, pushing it down — and is unsurprised to discover a complete ck of panties beneath. Maeve lets her pull it off, and presses in again to her entirely nude, her own pussy already slick with her juices.

  Ember’s gaze takes her all in, and her heartbeat quickens, thudding in her ears. God, Maeve’s hot wearing nothing but her gsses. Her small breasts are the perfect size to cup, and the impish smile on her face promises far more than that.

  Quick as a wink, Fianna pulls down Ember’s skirt and panties, leaving her equally exposed. She’s equally slick: she craves to be touched, to be savored, to be fucked —

  Maeve presses down atop Ember and forces her knee in between her legs, propping her up against Fianna, half-suspended in the air: Fianna braces Ember and leans her up a little, bringing her weight down firmly against Maeve’s thigh.

  “Satisfaction’s so close,” Maeve starts — and then she breaks off with a ugh as she realizes Ember’s already grinding against her, her hips working instinctually against Maeve’s thigh.

  “Aren’t you a needy little thing?” Maeve purrs. She leans in and kisses Ember’s lips, her body pressing in skin to skin. “Go on, then. Cim what you want. Get yourself off on me. Take your orgasm. It’s right there for you.”

  Ember presses in and grinds needily against Maeve’s thigh, her head full of stars and surges of blinding white pleasure. She can’t seem to gather her thoughts: every time she tries she just ends up lost back in the animal press of Maeve’s body against hers, the sweet bliss of her thigh against her clit, the hollow heat in her pussy. Maeve’s bare breasts fill her vision, so entrancing she can’t look away.

  She’s so absorbed in the feeling of Maeve’s touch that it comes as a surprise when Fianna’s deft fingers reach out and pinch her nipples. Sharp pleasure pierces her breasts, and she gasps aloud, her body eagerly responding to the paired assault of the two girls.

  “Isn’t she cute?” Fianna says casually over Ember’s shoulder. “A little personal attention and she just goes totally into heat.” She giggles, leans in from behind, and kisses the back of Ember’s neck. “Let’s take her apart together.”

  Maeve’s face splits in a cocky grin. “You’re on.” She grinds in her thigh harder, taking a firm grip of both of Ember’s hips even as she rocks her body into her. The rhythm builds, heat fring all across Ember’s body, and she moans lowly — only for Maeve to moan in response, her own clit grinding into Ember’s thigh in turn.

  Ember redoubles the bucks of her hips, pushing herself up onto her hands. It’s not sex if she doesn’t come. It’s not sex if she doesn’t come.

  She needs to come.

  Fuck the bet, she needs to come —

  Ember throws herself into Maeve’s embrace, and starts grinding against her harder, trying to pleasure her even as she’s pleasured herself, her arms wrapping around her back to crush her hard against her, her whole body rocking in desperately, seeking that moment of bliss, that perfect searing pleasure that’s not far away now, not far at all, close, close, close —

  Fianna comes up behind her and presses in hard, pinning her to Maeve. She’s trapped between the two of them and utterly doomed. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter she’s going to get to come —

  Maeve gasps out hard into Ember’s shoulder, her body flushed with sweat, her own orgasm not far away either.

  “Come for us,” Fianna croons into Ember’s ear. “Come, come, come and cement your defeat, just come —”

  Ember lets out a harsh gasp and does, her body instinctually obeying Fianna’s order. A nce of pleasurable fire leaps up from her sex to earth directly in her brain, and her breath goes sharp and high as she surrenders to bliss. Her whole world fades to white: distantly, she registers a heavy moan and a shudder from Maeve as she climaxes against her thigh.

  The two girls tumble over into the pillow pit with Ember on top. It isn’t five seconds after her orgasm before she starts grinding in again, this time on top, her mind full of the scent and taste and weight and press of Maeve, every part of her body carved deep into her brain —

  Maeve moans again, her hips moving instinctually, and in seconds the pair come to another orgasm, flushed and panting, aftershocks of pleasure sending twitches through their bodies.

  “Haaaaaaaaaaah…” Ember snuggles into Maeve and lets out a pleased little coo.

  For the first time in her whole week on aphrodisiacs, she feels… satisfied.

  Someone coughs.

  Ember looks up at the source of the noise, and finds herself staring into the eyes of her teacher. Ishaza stands by the side of the pillow pit, her lips pursed, her arms crossed over her body.

  “All of you,” she says. “My office. Now.”

  Her tail raps once against the floor, then she turns on her heel and walks away.