VI - Threesome

I sat on the bed, legs still trembling, a slow grin spread across my face. A grin I forced.

This was going to be… interesting. Jenny DaBitch’s crash course in advanced sexual acrobatics – two-somes, three-somes, the whole shebang – suddenly felt incredibly relevant.

I should have been stuck in limbo, not knowing what to do, but her golden rule that had been etched in my mind echoed loud: “Two pussies, one cock? Pussies run the show. Reverse it? Same deal.”

This was my chance to prove the theory.

"Come here," I said to Isabella.

I could see the shock ripple across her perfectly sculpted face, a fleeting hesitation before her predatory instincts took over.

Moments ago, I hated her for the deal, now I wanted her close. I would have to rethink, too.

Jonathan’s eyes, however, never left me – eyes that were dimmed and small, negating his big-eyed boy look that was sharp and dominant.

No pain today, I decided. Even though I gotta share Jonathan. Today, I call the shots.

Isabella moved, her steps slow and deliberate, as a predator would, with its eyes on its prey.

As she approached, I leaned forward and rested my head against the generous swell of her breasts.

I felt her soft cushioned breasts. I could tell that she didn't expect it. My fingers, quick and sure, unfastened her bodice from behind, revealing her bare flesh and her pointed nipples. She was on fire.

With a practiced hand, she helped me shed my gown, the fabric pooling around my feet.

I stepped out of bed and stood face-to-face with Isabella, our eyes meeting in a silent acknowledgment of the power shift.

"You amuse me," Isabella said.

"You wanted a team, didn't you? A team or you tell on us. Now you have it," I replied, and she grinned, revealing her pink enamel that roofed and floored her small white teeth.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. It was a stark contrast to the rough-and-tumble passion I shared with Jonathan.

Jonathan’s kisses were soft, tender, almost clumsy in their eagerness. Isabella's were a sensual assault, a blend of dominance and surrender. It was a kiss that tasted of power.

Jenny DaBitch said it... "Do your thing. Make him come to you. Feel your partner. Draw her in. Create a web to completely trap the one with the cock. That way, you show dominance..."

My hands found her ass, the smooth skin beneath my palms sending a shiver down my spine.

Whatever I did, she mirrored, her fingers traced the curve of my back and she pulled me to herself. Her touch was both insistent and knowing.

I pulled down her pants and then my panties followed.

My hands found her inner thigh and she separated them. I found her lower lips. They parted easily due to the stickiness thereof.

She touched me.

Her finger forged its way into me and then she scoffed.

"Yo! Virgin!" she said with a grin.

We kissed again, a desperate, hungry kiss that was a mixture of raw desire and defiant rebellion.

Then we broke apart. Our eyes met. A shared smirk playing on our lips. We both glanced sideways at Jonathan, his jaw hanging slack, his hand absently stroking his impressive cock – a thick, throbbing thing that looked like a brown, pulsing vine with a reddened cap.

“I knew it would be massive,” Isabella murmured, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Join us, baby.”

She returned to the kiss, her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes as I savored the taste of her lips.

Then, suddenly, a hand yanked me away. Jonathan. His mouth found mine first, a desperate, frantic kiss that tasted of surrender and raw need.

Then, he moved to Isabella, his lips pressing against hers with a similar urgency. A row of kisses, one after the other. Sporadic and swift.

I followed, leading Isabella to the floor. Together we showered Jonathan’s cock with our tongues, the thick head pulsing in my mouth. I could feel the vibrations - above and below, and then the low groan rumbling from his throat.

“Ahhh,” he groaned.

“You should go first,” Isabella said with a smile.

“I should,” I answered, stood up, and looked into Jonathan's eyes. He's mine. I should have him first.

“Imprint on me, mate," I said to him.

I lay back on the bed, spread my legs and raised a thigh for him. He positioned himself between them.

The first thrust was sharp, searing, a raw pain that tore through me. Then came the second, and the third.

A gasp escaped my lips, quickly followed by a sonorous shout. My hands flew to my mouth as a low hum vibrated through me, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure mixed with pain.

I felt like my world was gashed by a spear.

“Now you’re a woman,” Isabella whispered into my ear as a low chuckle escaped her lips.

More thrusts followed. The pain became a dull ache, subsumed by a wave of overwhelmed sensation.

Something shifted within me, something ancient and powerful. My wolf stirred, rising to meet the awakening within. I was mated. I was no longer merely Elara, but a potential Luna, with all the power to howl, the privilege to rule, and the danger it entailed.

All these happened amid the thrusts that I couldn't feel. Something was happening within me and it governed the external feeling derived from Jonathan's cock in me.

"My turn," Isabella said and pulled Jonathan away from me. Her eyes flashed with a barely contained excitement.

She went on her fours and then arched her back, a feline invitation. Another gasp escaped her lips as Jonathan slipped in from behind.

She was juggled forth and back and the wooden frame of the bed danced to the tune.

I wished I had seen it all. But my veins transported power across my body.

Jonathan collapsed between us, spent and panting. Then, a voice from the hallway cut through the post-coital haze.

“Alpha Prince, the Alpha King seeks you,” it announced.

Jonathan scrambled to his feet, pulling on his trousers. "I'll be out soon,” he said, his voice thick with fatigue.

"Are you leaving, my prince?" Isabella asked.

"War looms, Bella. I have to go," Jonathan answered.

He bent close to me and pressed his lips on me. "We will deal with this all when I return, mate," he whispered.