Evie got home first. Sara and Hurlish were distracted by a neighbor asking about the street's pnned renovations, a questions which Sara felt compelled to answer, seeing as she was in charge of the entire city. Hurlish joined her for a minute, enjoying a friendly chat with the neighbor, asking after her family, who had apparently been suffering from a minor flu. Only Evie didn't bother to join the little conversation, which wasn't surprising. The former noblewoman had never been one for idle chatter, never mind the fact that she was wearing a sweltering dress as wide as she was tall. She murmured an excuse to Sara and continued on inside, leaving them to chat for a few minutes longer.

  When they did finally get in, Sara found Evie sprawled across their lonesome sofa. Her elegant dress was piled inelegantly on the floor before her, recently freed limbs thrown every which way. Her tail ran up behind her back to droop over her left shoulder, tip swinging zily, and her ears were fluffed up and rexed, unconsciously swiveling towards the sounds of their home, rather than alertly darting towards any exterior disturbance. She'd taken off most of the yers that were required by the eborate hooped gown, save for the very st: a set of thin underpants hanging from her hips and the corset hugging her chest, the valiant garment doing its level best to create cleavage from her modest bust. It didn't succeed, but Sara couldn't care less. It was tailor-made, and did exceptional things to her figure. Sara's eyes were drawn up along the feline's toned abs, which were just barely kept exposed by the cy perimeter that tickled at her ribcage, sucking Sara's gaze further and further, until it reached her breasts, which rose and fell with every breath.

  More intoxicatingly than anything else, however, was the air that Evie exuded. A vibrantly pale ring around her neck, where a thick iron band had spent the st year, went entirely unacknowledged by her beautiful wife. So too did the feline seem to ignore her state of undress. She'd tossed the clothing off when they got home not, for once, because of her insatiable urges, but because she'd simply wanted to get comfortable. Maybe the only way it could have been better was if she'd been wearing one of Sara or Hurlish's shirts, which would have fit like a robe on the tiny woman. Her state of undress was casual. Domestic. A natural behavior for any woman who'd just gotten home.

  And it sparked a possessive desire in Sara's gut like almost nothing she'd ever felt.

  "Mm?" Evie asked as Sara approached, cracking open an eye.

  Sara snagged a handful of her hair, dragging her to her feet. Evie gasped, shocked, but flowed through the motion with an ease brought on by months of practice.

  Sara pressed her lips to Evie's own hard enough to hurt, digging her tongue between. The feline opened her mouth with obedient gasp, wrapping her arms around Sara's shoulders as she melted into the embrace.

  As soon as it started, however, Sara dropped Evie. The feline fell back onto the couch, just like Sara knew she would. Evie never bothered to support her own weight when someone was holding her by the hair; that would make it hurt less.

  Sara dropped onto Evie's p, straddling her hips, reaching for the hem of her own shirt and dragging it over her head. Evie gaze immediately fell from Sara's face to her chest, licking her lips. Before she could bring her mouth forward, however, Sara's palm smmed into her throat, shoving her back against the cushions. Hurlish sauntered around behind the couch to weave her fingers through Evie's braided hair, holding her in pce. The feline's corset moved with her breath as Sara released her throat, exposing the pale expanse where her colr had once been. Evie shivered, pupils diting, eyelids fluttering, and Sara drank it all in. She leveraged every ounce of her Blessings, everything she knew of Evie, and leaned in, lips ghosting against the fur of Evie's ears.

  "Do you still think you need the colr to be ours?" She whispered. She ran a hand ran down Evie's cheek, across her colrbone, between the swell of her breasts, trailing a line along her arm that ended at the ring on her left hand. Sara gently twisted it back and forth, smiling devilishly. "Do you still think it's what gave you to me?"

  Evie's entire body was wracked by a shudder, trying to squirm against both of her wive's impcable grips. It was useless, of course. She would have had better luck trying to shatter iron.

  "I... we've lived two lives, Sara," Evie whispered. "But they were both with a colr on my neck. The second was different, but... but I was always yours. You always owned me."

  "You're right," Sara murmured. She stopped twisting the ring, instead intercing her fingers with Evie's, holding her hand down. "I always have. Why do you think anything's changed?"

  As if on queue, Hurlish jerked Evie's head up, forcing the feline to stare up into the massive woman's eyes. The massive woman crooked forward, staring into the feline's wide eyes.

  "Did I ever put a colr on you?" Hurlish asked. "Did you ever follow my orders because some magic made you?" The fist in Evie's hair tightened, pulling a whine from her throat. "Or did you do it because you're mine? Because you wanted it?"

  "I- I was owned," Evie panted. "It's what taught me how to be desired. How to need. How to be needed."

  Sara chuckled darkly. "Really?" She dragged Evie's left hand up, adding the feline's other wrist to her grip, so she couldn't move her arms. "Do you really think that?" Sara brought Evie's wrists over her head, pcing them in the massive grip of Hurlish's other hand. The position forced Evie's chest upward, bearing herself to them both. "I've got a deal for you then, Evie."

  Sara bent forward and nipped at Evie's chin, running a tongue along her throat. The feline sighed deeply, trying to lift her head to expose more of her body for Sara's mouth. After a few moments of exploring, she pulled away, licking her lips.

  "You think the colr made you what you are now. Who you are to me. I don't think so." Sara flicked a quick gnce to Hurlish, silently communicating what she wanted. The orc reacted immediately, shoving Evie's hands down further, until they were pressed against her shoulder bdes, straining her muscles.

  "Here's the bet, Evie. I want you to try, really, honestly try, to enjoy yourself right now. I want you to worry about yourself. I want you to try and be selfish. I want you to fuck us like everyone else does. I want you to chase your pleasure, not ours. I want you to try, as hard as you can, to do what you want. Not what we want."

  "No presenting yourself for us," Hurlish added. "No fucking yourself on her cock. No burying your face in my pussy like you'd drown without it. You're gonna get treated, Kitty. And if you can take it like that? Then maybe you were right."

  "But you won't," Sara murmured, pressing her nose into the base of Evie's ear, making her whimper. "You're a lot of things, Evie Brown. A diplomat. A brilliant woman. A duelist. Our wife. But you know what else you are?"

  Sara's hand trailed down Evie's stomach, fingertips grazing across her skin as they dipped beneath her underwear, hovering over a dripping warmth.

  "A whore."

  Sara's fingers dug in, sliding into the slick heat with ease. Evie's panting turned to a keening whine, her spine contorting as she twisted uselessly on the couch. Sara pressed in deeper, shoving two fingers to the knuckle as she curled her fingers upward, stroking at Evie's deepest reaches.

  "I- I- can-"

  Her words choked off as Sara pulled her fingers out, only to ram them in again, the sounds of Evie's obscene wetness bouncing off the walls.

  "You what?" Sara asked, beginning a slow stroke. "Come on, babe. You can say it."

  "I'm- I c-c-can hold back," she stuttered, eyes squeezed shut. "I-it's a c-challenge. I a-am more than t-this."

  Sara ughed, continuing her torturously slow pace, enjoying the way Evie clenched around her fingers on every pump. "Have you even been listening to us?"

  "You're a whore," Hurlish growled. "A slut. Our tiny little toy that we broke a long, long time ago."

  "I-it w-was th-the colr," Evie insisted, her pitch jumping with every thrust of Sara's fingers. "I-I wouldn't have... I w-was a noblewoman..."

  "You threw yourself at me the very first night you had that colr on." Sara began to move her fingers faster, one hand moving to slip under Evie's corset. "You wanted to fuck Hurlish a minute after we met her."

  "You ate Vesta out for an hour on the first day you met her," Hurlish rumbled, twisting Evie's head down, to force her to look at Sara's fingers as they took her apart. "You shoved Ketch's head down on your Master's cock like it was your god-given duty. You made a bet you knew you'd win, all so you could get your legs spread at a party full of strangers. And you think you're not a whore?"

  Evie tried to say something, some other vacuous argument, but Sara cut it off by lowering her mouth to her chest, lifting away the corset so she could take a nipple between her teeth. The feline yelped, then moaned, rexing back into the couch for the first time.

  "I-f your idea of a challenge is to show me a good time, I t-think I will manage," she sighed.

  Sara only chuckled, adding a buzzing hum to her lips that had Evie moaning again.

  Sara kept pumping her fingers into Evie, even as she felt her cock began to stir, pressing against the front of her pants. She tilted her hips forward, grinding it against Evie's body, and the feline groaned, acknowledging the warmth of Sara's cock like the return of an old friend. She raised herself up into it, trying to add to the pressure, but that only made Sara pull her hips away.

  "Remember," Sara murmured, "you're supposed to be taking it, not giving. I thought you said you could hold off, hm?"

  Evie tried to respond, but Hurlish released her hair just as she opened her mouth, shoving two fingers into the feline's mouth. Evie sputtered in shock for only the slightest moment, then her tongue fell out of her mouth while she began to suckle at the digit. Sara watched with perverse delight; she'd sucked plenty of cocks that were smaller than Hurlish's fingers, and even struggled with some of them, yet Evie swallowed her easily, eyes fluttering in a submissive haze. Hurlish only rumbled out her ughter, looking down on the feline pping at her hand.

  Sara picked up the pace just as she added a third finger to her thrusting, earning a muffled groan from Evie's occupied throat. She kept moaning, sucking on Hurlish's fingers, and the sight of her so occupied by the task made Sara ugh.

  "Just focusing on yourself, huh?" She asked sarcastically.

  Evie's eyes fluttered open, then widened in shock. She pulled her head back, leaving Hurlish's fingers dripping spittle onto her bare colrbone.

  "That was just- oh- that was just... polite," she breathed. Sara dug her hand in harder, forcing Evie to throw her head back with a groan, mastering herself a few seconds ter. "And besides, you know I enjoy- ah!- breathpy. Choking. T-that was s-still for me."

  "Whatever you say, Kitty," Hurlish rumbled, stroking Evie's cheek from above. It smeared spit across her face, and as Hurlish's fingers traced near her lips, Evie opened her mouth reflexively, holding her tongue out.

  Hurlish ughed, pulling her hand away.

  Evie almost managed to not look disappointed. Unfortunately for her, her ears folded in like a sad kitten, a sight that only fanned the fmes of Sara's growing arousal.

  Sara bent back to her breasts, taking one pale nipple between her teeth and tugging, forcing another pitiful whine from the feline. She didn't let up with her thrusting, either, luxuriating in the full-body shivers her every motion pulled from the woman. She moved her thumb up to grind against Evie's clit with every pump, prompting the feline to buck her hips in time with Sara's movements, blindly seeking out more friction.

  And then, just as Evie's moans began to ratchet up in pitch with every thrust, Sara pulled away, fingers dripping slick onto the floor.

  Evie's eyes snapped open, angry, taking a moment to find their focus.

  "W-what? Why?" She asked. "You're supposed to be doing this for... for..."

  "For you? Is it hard to even say?" Sara stood, licking her fingers clean. Evie shuddered at the sight. "You're wrong, anyway. We're proving a point."

  "Then prove it quicker," Evie whined petuntly.

  In response, Sara dragged her off the couch, dropping her to the floor. Evie quickly sat up, trying to reach for Sara's pants, but was stopped by the sound of footsteps. Hurlish walked around to the front of the couch, hand on her belly, a sight which Evie actually tracked more ravenously than she had Sara's breasts. Sara didn't think she personally had a specific kink for pregnant women, beyond putting them in such a state herself. Sure, she loved how Hurlish looked, but that had always been true, and always would be. But judging by the way Evie's tail spped the ground and her tongue ran along the tips of her canines? The sight of Hurlish swollen with child did something different to the feline than it did Sara.

  Hurlish sat down on the couch with a comfortable sigh, then tossed her shirt over her head with one hand, snapping the cloth which bound her breasts with the other. She shimmied her pants down her hips, but left her underwear intact, simple boxers. Evie's head fell towards the orc's spread thighs as if gravity had been turned on its side, taking a deep breath through her nose.

  Only for Hurlish to seize her by the shoulders and haul her up, lying down as she manhandled their wife through the air. Evie was dropped unceremoniously onto Hurlish's face, forcing a shocked squeal from the feline as Hurlish's tongue pped at her sopping core.

  Both of Evie's hands immediately fell to Hurlish's short bck hair, balling into fists. Her entire body went tense as the orc began to p in earnest, tense muscles jumping with every pass of her tongue.

  Sara walked around to the edge of the sofa, dropping her pants as she went. Evie's ears tracked her, but she didn't open her eyes, too lost in the writhing of Hurlish's tongue beneath her.

  It was a beautiful, wonderful sight. Evie's knees were trembling something fierce, her knuckles going white as she held onto Hurlish's head for dear life. The orc didn't let her move an inch, massive paws wrapped around her legs, shoving her down onto Hurlish's face so tightly that flesh where she gripped was drained of color. Evie's once-neat braid was falling apart into loosely tangled threads, and the makeup she'd so carefully applied was ruined by a mixture of Hurlish's petting and her own drool. Her torso twisted from left to right, sometimes hunching forward as Hurlish's tongue speared deep into her core, other times arching backward as she lost herself to the delirium brought on by humming lips on her clit.

  It was too much to resist. Sara finished dropping her underwear, letting her cock bounce out into the open air, and began to stroke herself. Bathing in the sight of her wives before her, Sara let out a little sigh of pleasure.

  Evie's ears smmed forward, nostrils fring. Sara saw her eyes bounce beneath her eyelids as she fought, desperately, to keep them closed.

  She failed.

  Evie's eyes first flickered open a touch, then practically flew open, locked on Sara's cock. Her chest rattled with a long, high-pitched mewl, her tail thrashing hard while her ears fttened themselves to near invisibility.

  Sara didn't need a colr's bond to know what was going through her wife's head. She barely needed to see at all, in fact. The sudden heaviness to Evie's panting was enough, and if she'd brought her hand to her face, the abrupt salivation that not even Hurlish's fingers could expin would only serve to seal the deal. Still trapped by Hurlish's immovable hands, Evie leaned as far forward as she could, breathing hard, eyes drifting in a daze.

  It was Sara's cock as she loved it the most. Ten inches long, thicker than her wrist, veiny and throbbing, jumping with every pump of Sara's heart. It was rge enough to hurt in all the right ways, with its head red and swollen, ready to pump her full of her reward.

  Sara stepped up to her side. Evie craned her neck around, opening her mouth wide, breath fogging the air.

  Only for Sara to step just a tad further to the side, pressing herself into the lines of Evie's body, one hand moving to pinch at a breast, the other stroking her cock, which she slid up to run along the skin of Evie's ribcage. Sara captured Evie's mouth in a kiss, and for the first time, she had to really capture it: Evie tried to pull away and bend down, mewling desperately. Her hands rose from Hurlish's head, trying to help Sara stroke herself, but one of the orc's hands snapped up dragging her limbs back down.

  Even as Evie whined into her mouth, Sara didn't relent. She kept stroking herself, letting Evie feel the heat of her cock against her, feel every tug of her fist as she pleasured herself, but never letting her join in herself. She kept picking and plucking at Evie's breasts, teasing her tongue with her own, using every trick she'd learned from endless hours spent with Evie in her bed. Down below them, Hurlish only increased her pace, throwing her neck into the motions, working her tongue in ways that would have demolished any normal woman in seconds.

  The feline shivered. Twisted. Opened her eyes, then closed them again. Sara could feel her struggling against herself, could sense in the tightening of her muscuture how much she fought her impulses. How much she tried, tried so very, very hard to ignore Sara's pleasure. To focus on her own body.

  "Oh?" Sara hummed, breaking contact just long enough to murmur. "Lady Eliah?" She ran her thumb along Evie's throat, tracing the empty space. "Are you there?"

  Evie whined. She moaned. She shook her head, then shook it again, harder, fighting against her desires. She tried to drive her hips harder into Hurlish's face to ground herself, and even managed to stop pulling her hands towards Sara's cock for the briefest moment, only for Sara to start pumping herself harder, groaning into Evie's ears.

  Sara felt it when Evie broke.

  When she gave in.

  It was a reaction that ran through her entire body, wholly unlike the shudders or shivers that had wracked her body for the past few minutes. Instead of any tensing of the muscles or quiver, Evie was overcome by a sudden sckness. A pliability entered her body that hadn't been there before, her every joint loosening as she sighed.

  And then, in a single, violent fsh, she tensed.

  Hurlish tried to reach up and stop her, but Evie was too fast. She threw her one free leg out, hard, and twisted her wrists together, slipping them through the orc's hands. She used that momentum to throw Sara to the ground, forcing her onto her ass, and she fell off of Hurlish's face shortly thereafter, nding on all fours.

  "Gods," she moaned, crawling forward, "Oh, gods. Master. Master, I need it. I need it. I want it so bad, so, so bad." Evie's lips stopped just before Sara's cock, tail curling to run over Hurlish's body, towards the crook of her legs, her subconscious trying to serve them both. "I'm sorry for being bad, Master," she said, pausing to pepper a kiss on the top of Sara's cock. "I'm so sorry. I'll be good. I'll be good. I just want to taste it."

  Sara looked deep into Evie's wide eyes, breathing hard as the woman salivated over her cock. Lady Eliah was gone. The woman that thought she wanted be anything else was gone.

  There was just Evie. And in that moment, Evie wanted nothing, absolutely nothing more than to have Sara take her.

  Except, perhaps, one thing.

  "And what about me?" Hurlish asked. Sara tore her gaze away from Evie just as the feline pivoted, crawling to the orc, who had sat up on the couch. Her legs were together, her boxers still on, but that didn't stop Evie. She rubbed her cheek against one of Hurlish's muscur thighs, tongue lolling out as she dragged her face into the orc's p.

  She didn't even say anything. It seemed like she'd lost the ability to form words. She just kept licking at Hurlish's body, waiting for permission. For orders. Her ass swung back and forth, slick dripping down her thighs. Sara swallowed hard at the sight, cock throbbing. Evie's tail flicked erratically, sometimes bobbing side-to-side, other times falling limply to the floor, as if all her focus was spent on the task of pleading with Hurlish, like her subconscious was too drowned in desire to muster even the effort of controlling the ever-troublesome limb.

  Finally, agonizingly, Hurlish let a grin split her lips. She opened her thighs slowly, weaving her fingers through Evie's ruined hair once more, and dragged her in.

  "Good Kitty," Hurlish rumbled.

  Evie moaned, throwing herself into the very center of the orc's thighs, pping at her pussy through her clothes. Her hands began to tug at the orc's boxers, but they were unsteady, as if drunken, and it was only when Hurlish helped her pull them down that she was finally exposed to the open air.

  Sara watched this with blood roaring in her ears. Evie began to lick feverishly at Hurlish's exposed cunt, and the orc threw her head back, sighing in relief. Her wife rested one hand on their pet's head, the other on her belly, and let her eyes close.

  What filled Sara in that moment was almost indescribable. Lust, a veritable roaring bonfire of it, was first in her mind, leaving her cock throbbing so hard it physically hurt. But there was also an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, of... of pride, almost. Pride in Evie, in Hurlish, in herself, even, for bringing Evie to this point. Her wives all but radiated pleasure and joy in equal measures, locked as they were in one another's embrace. It sent her heart soaring, her smile wide enough to look downright absurd, and that wasn't even considering a dozen of other swirling emotions she couldn't put a name to, not without making them seem like so much less than they truly were.

  But her body– oh, her body knew what it needed.

  Sara moved forward, cock in one hand, grabbing Evie's hips with the other. The feline mewled into her wife's pussy, licking harder in anticipation of what she knew was to come, but the thought of stopping never even entered her mind.

  With her heart thundering in her chest, Sara lined the head of her cock up with Evie's entrance, pressing forward just enough to split her lips. It was massive. Evie was barely a few inches over five foot tall. Not only did it look like her cock shouldn't fit, it looked like the only thing it could do was hurt her.

  Evie, ever eager to please, threw her hips back, shoving the head into her pussy.

  Sara gasped as searing heat enveloped her. It was blinding, almost, and she struggled against the urge to bury herself to the hilt then and there. Evie's body had never felt anything less than perfect, but in that moment? With her entire self id bare before Sara, losing herself in a submission more divine than any colr's?

  Sara lost her fight. With a mindless groan, she threw her hips forward, smming Evie into the couch, her face into Hurlish's pussy. The feline convulsed, muffling her scream of delight by burying her tongue ever deeper in Hurlish, and she didn't stop convulsing. Sara's cock was squeezed by her orgasm, Evie's slick smearing across her pelvis as she desperately threw her ass against Sara's hips.

  Sara drew herself back, the cold air feeling almost hateful against her cock, and then threw herself forward again, burying herself in heaven. The heat of it, the sheer, unbelievable fucking tightness– Sara couldn't even pretend to hide her moans. It felt like she'd come home for the first time in her life, taken her shoes off and loosened her belt, escaping all the troublesome little irritations she'd never even known existed until they were gone. She never wanted to leave this, never wanted it to stop.

  And then she began to pump her hips, in and out, and she lost herself even further.

  Evie continued to quiver around her cock, muffling all kinds of noises by svishly attending to Hurlish, who simply rolled her neck and sighed, one hand massaging her breasts, the other guiding Evie wherever she wanted her.

  If Sara thought the heat and tightness were heavenly, adding friction to it all was something unfathomable. She spped her hips into Evie's ass again and again, stuttering out her husky moans every time she felt herself bottom out in Evie, stretching her out. The feline kept shuddering, and Sara didn't know if she was just shivering from the sheer pleasure of it all, or if she'd started cumming and hadn't yet stopped.

  And the best part was, Sara didn't need to know. She didn't need to care, even. Because right now, in this moment, nothing would have infuriated Evie more than Sara taking concern for the feline's pleasure. She had abandoned herself to the moment, uncaring of her own body, of her own desires, simply opening herself to be a toy for her wives, and in that strange way that so few were lucky to truly experience themselves, that abandonment of her own pleasure served only to bring it higher and higher, until tears of joy were building at the corners of her eyes, a yearning, primal need for sensation repcing her every thought.

  Sara fucked Evie. There was no other word for it. She grunted and whined and cimed her as her own, bouncing her entire body. She left bruises in the shape of her hands on Evie's hips, and when she felt the woman's pussy stop tightening around her, she spped her ass hard enough that the crack hurt her ears. Red spread across her skin as the strike drew another wild orgasm out of her, and Sara resumed her thrusting.

  Ahead of her, Hurlish's rexed attitude was slowly chipped away at. The muscles of her neck began to jump, her head bowing as she blew hot breath through her nose. Evie threw everything she had at Hurlish, tasting everything she could reach, bringing her hands around to rub at her clit whenever she dove into her pussy, fingering her when she licked and sucked at her clit.

  Soon, far sooner than Sara had ever seen it, Hurlish's orgasm began to rise. With a deep, rumbling growl, the orc brought both hands down on Evie's head, knuckles digging in just behind her ears, drawing out a moan that was almost a scream from the feline, who nonetheless opened her mouth obediently, presenting her tongue for her wife's use. Hurlish grabbed her head and threw her hips up into it, grinding along her face, smearing her arousal across Evie's lips, nose, cheeks, everything, thrusting against her with everything she had as her legs cmped down around her face. Evie took it with a delight that Sara physically felt, as another, even more extreme orgasm rolled through her body, sending her pussy smming down on Sara's cock like a vice.

  And then, with a final, long sigh, Hurlish dropped back onto the couch, spent. When Evie kept feverishly licking, she physically threw the woman away, discarding her like trash. It was clear from the mindless moan when she hit the floor that Evie had wanted nothing less.

  Adjusting her hips to the new angle, Sara threw herself back into thrusting. Without Hurlish's pussy to bury her face in, Sara could hear every whine and every little sigh that her cock forced out of Evie. The simple joy of knowing exactly what she was doing to her toy served to do nothing more than drive her cock in harder, deeper, searching for new sounds she could pull from the woman.

  Evie started on all fours, obediently meeting every thrust by throwing her own hips backward, but that tactic soon failed her. Her arms began to tremble as Sara kept thrusting, losing their strength with every sp of Sara's cock against the deepest parts of her cunt, until she was forced to support her weight with her elbows, face down, panting mindlessly.

  Then Sara grabbed her tail and pulled, and the st of her strength left her with a screaming cry. Sara felt the strongest orgasm yet roar through Evie's body, and she still didn't stop thrusting, not even as Evie began to cw at the floorboards with every thrust, one cheek pressed to the wood, empty eyes staring at nothing.

  Sara bent low over her, curving her body until her breasts were pressed into Evie's back, yanking at the base of her tail harder than she ever had before, like she was jerking it off. Another orgasm tore through Evie, and this one didn't seem to end, traveling up from her tail to the tips of her ears and back down again, delectable shivers that Sara could feel every time she buried her cock to the base in Evie's trembling cunt.

  Suddenly, impossibly, Sara heard something. A little whine, a breathless whisper that wasn't even a proper word.

  Sara leaned closer, as far down as she could while still throwing her hips into Evie's ass.

  "What was that?"

  "...cum," Evie groaned. Her dull eyes flicked up to Sara's, the only lucidity left in them born from a single, burning desire.

  "Tell me what you want, Evie."

  "Cuminme," she whispered hoarsely, her voice long since lost. "Cum in me. Cim me, fuck me, make me yours." Evie's words quickly morphed into a pleading mantra. "Fill me up, knock me up, put your child in me, make me your wife, make me do everything for you, make me take you, make me your sve, your lover, use me, abuse me, break me, make me yours, make me yours, make me yours!"

  "As if," Sara whispered, "You've ever been anything else."

  Evie's eyes rolled up in her head, and Sara smmed forward one st time, desperately seizing Evie's hips as she buried herself. She felt her cock throb once, twice, and then her hips shook, and it was all over.

  Light burst behind her eyes as Sara's body was doused in liquid fire, racing along her veins, pouring everything she had into the body below her. She felt her cock began to jump as she came, pouring thick white strings into Evie's body, and the sheer weight of it seemed to burn her from the inside out. She knew, distantly, that she was crying out, that her entire body was shaking as her eyes smmed shut, but she'd only think of it ter, when her mind and soul weren't enveloped by the slick, all-consuming heat of her wife's body. Evie cried out with her, thanking her, praising her, worshipping her, and each word drove Sara's high further and further. It felt like it would never end, that she never wanted it to end, even as Evie's words fell to empty-minded mumbles, even as Sara's muscles began to burn with tension.

  And then, suddenly, she fell forward, joining Evie on the floor, resting atop her. Her chest was heaving, and Evie was still muttering senseless things, and somewhere nearby, Hurlish had only just stopped shaking from her own orgasm.

  Minutes passed in silence, their panting breaths intermingling in the stuffy room. And then, the first to speak, came Evie's voice.

  "...more," she rasped.

  Sara blinked several times. Then she ughed, patting Evie's head.

  "More? Girl, you can't even walk. You can't take any more."

  Groaning hoarsely, Evie shoved Sara to the side, crawling out from under her. Sara barely had the energy to lift her head, so ready to pass out in exhausted bliss, but she did.

  She and Hurlish watched Evie drag herself towards her dress, which y loosely on the ground where they'd left it next to the couch. It had... fluids on it now. A lot of them. But that didn't stop Evie from rustling within, pulling something out.

  The colr. Evie's colr. And the control band, apparently retrieved from where Sara had dropped it.

  "I can't take any more," Evie whispered, raising the colr to her throat. It was broken down the middle, but there was a tch, crudely made and crudely attached, that bridged the gap. With a sigh, Evie let it settle onto her neck, and then she rolled the control band across the floor, where it stopped not at Sara's feet, but Hurlish's. She stared up at the orc, kneeling in supplication.

  "So make me take it anyway."

  Hurlish eyed the control band like a dead rat, then flicked her gaze up at Evie.

  "This temporary?"

  "You couldn't even order me to keep the colr on if I didn't want it. Garen made sure of that. He wouldn't leave something like this in the world otherwise."

  Hurlish licked her lips. Considered. Sara watched, entranced, so wrung out she was barely able to form a coherent thought more complex than god they're fucking hot.

  With a grunt, Hurlish bent over and grabbed the control band, snapping it onto her wrist. Unlike before, there was no magical fsh, no magical and inseparable weld.

  "Alright. Eat me out like you mean it, Kitty."

  Sara watched Evie shudder, the colr humming at her throat, and then she watched her stand, energy she shouldn't have dragging her across the room to kneel at Hurlish's feet.

  The orc let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back as Evie began to lick her way up her thighs.

  "Oh, this is nice," she said, shimmying deeper into the couch. She cracked open an eye, looking at Sara. "What do you think, hon? Want to keep it around?"

  "Evie," Sara croaked out, instead of answering Hurlish. The feline's ears flicked her way, but she didn't stop tasting Hurlish. "Does... would that colr work on me?"

  Unsteadily, visibly fighting the command she'd received, Evie lifted her head, smiling kindly at Sara.

  "Would you like to find out?"