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Ailah awoke to a bedroom that was shone gold in morning sunlight. She felt warm, from the rays that kissed her skin and from the heat that radiated from the silky soft body lying against her side.

Blinking herself more awake, she realized she also felt warm in another sense, heat pooled pleasantly between her legs. Sliding her hands lazily down between her lips, she found herself slick and sensitive.

As the fog of sleep continued to fade, she remembered how she and Galen had been so exhausted by the previous week that they had only managed a few kisses and caresses before falling asleep, despite their intense craving for each other. She also half-remembered dreams, where they had continued and that certainly explained her condition.

Lazily touching herself, circling her clit and where she ached for Galen, she turned her gaze to him.

He lay on his back beside her, his side touching her left arm. His black, shiny fur reflected the morning sunlight, reminding her of the guards' armor, black with gold engravings.

His mouth was open, his tongue lolling out to one side, almost touching her shoulder and he was panting slightly.

Looking down his body, Ailah saw that it wasn't the heat that was making him do so. Evidently dreaming of the same things Ailah had, he was almost fully erect, his cock standing red and shiny in the morning light.

Ailah smiled slowly and actually felt her mouth water a little as her own touch grew a little more fervent. Then she made a decision and sat up.

Galen didn't wake, though his ears twitched.

Ailah bent down, placing her right hand between Galen's thighs for support and ran her tongue up his cock. His taste was heavy and musky, but she liked it and as she reached the tip, licking the droplet that rested there, she found she wanted more.

Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth. She slipped a finger into herself as she slid her lips down over his member, feeling him grow to full size and slide along the roof of her mouth.

As Galen rumbled quietly, she decided the week had been entirely too long. She let him slip out of her mouth, swung a leg over him and gripped his member with fingers wet with her own arousal.

She easily found her own opening and eased down onto him, sighing in pleasure as his heat filled her.

Galen's vague, heated dreams, filled with heavenly scents, warm skin and dark-red hair, suddenly became more intense. He felt wet warmth more acutely than the soft, distant feelings that had filled his head moments before and when soaked heat wrapped around his cock and weight settled in his lap, the dreams faded.

His eyes fluttered open and for a moment, he thought he was still dreaming, because the vision he woke to seemed too heavenly. Ailah was astride him, brown eyes half-lit in pleasure, biting her lower lip. A golden halo wreathed her black-red hair and gave her light-bronze body a soft outline. Her aroused scent enveloped him, her breasts were pert, her nipples hard and glancing down, he saw that he was already inside her and felt his cock throb.

“Morning, Boy," Ailah said huskily.

Galen's attempt at an answer turned into a quiet moan as she moved up and down, his cock gliding in and out of her. Deciding on giving her a physical answer instead, he raised a paw and placed it between her legs, sliding the rough pads of his paw up from where he entered her and finding her clit. She made a pleasant little sound and sat back down on him and he found his voice.

“Very good morning," he said, his words coming out in a low rumble without any conscious effort. “Another wonderful experience I had never believed I would have."

Ailah smiled, her eyelids lowering slightly and she leaned forward, rolling her hips a little and sliding pleasantly around his cock.

“I think you should begin to expect some more pleasant moments, Boy," she said quietly. “They're not ending anytime soon."

“Oh, I'm never, ever going to take this for granted, Ailah," he replied softly.

He raised his head and licked at her lips, moving the paw in a little circle between her legs. His actions made her inhale a little quickly, before she bent down further and grabbed his muzzle.

He happily met her in one of their mismatched kisses, covering her cheeks with his jaws and filling her mouth with his tongue.

Without ending the kiss, she began moving again and the moving heat around his cock quickly made him breathless. They broke apart for air, but kept close, staring into each others' eyes as Ailah raised and lowered her hips in a steady rhythm.

Galen began raising his hips to meet her and it felt like he was slipping further into her. Ailah's eyes sparkled and her breaths were heavy as they mingled with his.

“You're a vision," he said. The nervousness he felt slipped into his voice as he continued: “But could we-."

When he trailed off, Ailah cocked her head, her eyebrows rising in question.

“Could we-" he began again, waving a paw in a small circle. “Switch?"

Ailah's expression became mischievous-

“You want to mount me today, Boy?" she teased.

He felt his ears fall back against his head, but he held her gaze and managed a small smirk as he answered: “Yeah. I often do."

She slid herself down on him slowly as she seemed to consider.

“Alright," she said brightly, smiling at him and pushing herself up from his chest.

When she raised herself off of him, he was momentarily entranced by the thin little trail that spanned from the tip of his glistening cock to her pussy, shining in the sunlight. It fell almost immediately though and he instead let his eyes trail up her body. In profile, the sun still created a vague halo around her and caught the small beads of sweat she had already worked up. Her breasts looked soft and more pert than ever, her nipples obviously erect and her hair fell in dark waves down along her slender shoulder.

She turned her back to him, on her knees between his legs and bent over, raising her round ass to him. That view was glorious too. All of her looked soft and inviting and he had an urge to lick and kiss her buttocks, her little, dark asshole and her pink lips, which actually glistened a little in the light, still wet from both of their fluids.

Feeling an almost physical pull, he practically threw himself to his his feet. He shoved his muzzle down and gave her several long licks, dragging his tongue both between and over her buttocks. She drew away a little, but he knew by now that that was just an involuntary reaction, rather than a sign of discomfort, and she quickly pressed back against him.

He only kept going a few short moments though, before he stepped forward and positioned himself over her, his legs enclosing her. Resisting her pussy's almost overwhelming pull, he instead positioned his cock on top of her.

Ailah was a little surprised when Galen didn't immediately enter her, but instead slid his warm, wet cock between her buttocks, up along her back. The feeling was strange, but not unpleasant, and she felt a weird little thrill every time his knot skirted the edges of her asshole.

“You missed," Ailah said leaning forward to get him to fall lower, but he followed her movement, keeping his cock sliding between her buttocks.

“Oh, I guess I'm confused," Galen murmured. “What does my princess want?"

His question made her cheeks heat a little, but she didn't hesitate. She grabbed his length, a little tightly and dragged him down so his tip was at her entrance.

“I want you to fuck my dripping little cunt, Boy."

Galen growled into her ear and drove into her with a sudden force she didn't expect. She gasped, felt herself clench and so did he apparently, because he stopped half-way in on the second stroke.

Only a hint of the growl remained in his voice when he quickly asked:" Bad?"

Ailah snorted, shaking her head and pushing back against him. “Good, Boy, just surprising."

Obviously needing no more assurances, he pushed the rest of the way back into her, pressing her down against the bed both with his hips and the weight of his body. She felt enveloped by him, his musky scent, hard muscles and soft fur all around her.

“My wonderful little bitch," he murmured, muzzle close to her ear. She felt his teeth graze her earlobe and without thinking, leaned into the touch, the heat of his mouth seeping down her spine.

He licked her cheek as he moved in and out of her in long, strong strokes, filling her completely one moment and leaving her almost completely the next.

He hadn't moved like that before and the sensation was novel and surprisingly intense. She found herself simply leaning forward on the bed, letting him do all the moving and just enjoying the quickly building tension in her lower body.

Judging by his quickening breaths and the throbbing she was very aware of, he was steadily getting closer as well. The thought made her grow even hotter and she put one hand between her legs while she rested her head on her other arm.

She rubbed herself as well as she could between Galen's hard thrusts, trying optimistically to make her rising arousal match his.

“Lewd little princess," Galen panted, apparently realizing what she was doing. “So eager."

“Thanks to you," she replied between breaths. “You should thank me, I'm preparing for taking all of you."

He hummed in wordless satisfaction and he seemed to press in tighter all around her as his hips began moving faster. She closed her eyes and focused entirely on feeling him and her own fingers.

Suddenly, she felt him shrink however and before she knew it, he pulled himself out of her. The bed shifted beneath her and Galen's sudden absence made her fall unto her side, feeling chilly and bereft.

She heard claws clicking against the marble and the sound made her roll unto her back just in time to see Galen burst out through the thick wooden doors.

Galen moved in a panicked daze. The doors, already open a crack, sprang open, sending the intruder stumbling back and without pausing, he leaped, carrying the intruder to the ground with his considerable weight on top. His heart was thundering in his chest and he could feel tears threaten to appear in the corners of his eyes. They would take Ailah away from him, he couldn't let them, not now, not ever. His body was rigid, every hair on his body was standing on end and his ears were flat against his head. His face was contorted into a furious snarl that revealed a mouthful of sharp teeth and his voice was so low and growly it was hardly intelligible when he said: ""If you tell anyone-"

"Don't! It's me, Galen, just me!"

The half-panicked, familiar voice made him blink and only then did the intruder's appearance register in his mind at all. Golden curls spilled out beneath the white-clothed arms that were held up in front of the intruder's face and when his eyes dashed down and up, he saw soft curves clothed in a simple, but fine, white dress.

He blinked again, his growl fading and his lips closing around his teeth. In the sudden silence, the intruder slowly lowered her arms, revealing a flushed, heart-shaped face, wide, brown eyes and full, softly quivering lips.

The volatile mix of fear, despair and anger collided headlong with the burst of bright joy he felt at seeing the familiar cherished face. His thoughts crashed spectacularly, leaving him unable to form any words.

"It's just me," the woman repeated, her words rushed and a little breathless. "I won't tell. I promise!"

Galen blinked once more, feeling his body suddenly slump with fatigue and finally managed: "Cynthia?"

"Yes. I won't tell, promise," she said quickly.

Galen stared blankly into her brown eyes, as always admiring the dash of green in her right eye, and suddenly he noticed the sheen of wetness in them. With that, he abruptly became aware of her rapid heartbeat through the paw he had pressing down on her ample chest and the sharp scent of fear that almost entirely drowned her faint smell of greenery, horse and sun-warmed skin.

He quickly moved his paw off her and pulled his head back so he wasn't right in her face.

"Sun's blood, Cynthia, I'm sorry."

She took a deep breath, some of the rigidness fleeing her body while her scent became a little softer.

"While I'm glad to see you, this wasn't how I pictured our reunion."

Ailah's voice was lazily dry, though Galen picked up a note of uncertainty and worry in it. He lifted his gaze from Cynthia and looked back to Ailah as she stepped through doorway. Her hair was still rumpled and she was only wearing atheshort, silken gown that just barely reached past her thighs but somehow, she looked mostly composed and almost regal as she walked over to them.

She crouched beside Galen and despite his whirling thoughts, he couldn't help thinking that that pose undermined the purpose of her gown as it rode up enough that he could see some of her butt from the side. He could easily imagine what view the prone Cynthia was getting and he didn't miss her eyes turning briefly in the direction of Ailah. In spite of the situation, he felt a slight tingle of desire at the thought of what Cynthia could see.

"I wish you had knocked," Ailah said, sighing ruefully. "But then, you were never one for the little niceties."

"I'm sorry, Princess," Cynthia said quickly. The fear was still around her, but at least it was fading and she didn't look like she was afraid he would bite anymore, no longer seeming to try to make herself smaller. "I wanted to surprise you."

Galen snorted. "You did."

Cynthia let out a snort of nervous laughter before wincing and raising a hand to her head. Galen immediately felt a sting of guilt.

"Are you alright?" he asked, in perfect unison with Ailah, before lowering his head to sniff for blood.

"Hit my butt and head," Cynthia answered weakly but Galen hardly noticed the words, focusing instead on sniffing again. That smell, it was familiar and at first he'd thought it came from Ailah, but there was something different in it, unmistakable now that Ailah was right beside him. But that couldn't be right could it?

His cock throbbed and with disbelief coloring his voice he blurted: "Are you aroused?"

Ailah's fragile composure slipped at Galen's words and she felt her face go slack with shock as Cynthia's fading flush bloomed again. In the moment of silence that followed, the only sounds were those of their breathing, Galen noticeably breathing through his nose.

The frozen moment was broken when Cynthia managed an unintelligible sputter and Ailah regained most of her composure. Feeling warmth gather in her cheeks and lower body, she smiled and raised an eyebrow at her prone friend. She mostly succeeded in keeping her worry and nervousness from her voice as she said: "Galen, let her up."

It took a brief moment for Galen to react and step back to sit on his haunches, placing his forelegs much closer in front of himself than usual. Ailah's smirk widened at the sight, because the motion hid nothing from her and Galen's cock was still proudly on display.

She didn't comment though, but instead reached out to Cynthia. Still speechless, Cynthia accepted and Ailah pulled her to her feet and enveloped her in a hug.

Maybe it was just because of the thin garment she wore, but Ailah was very aware of Cynthia's generous curves pressing against her and her soft, flowery smell.

"I'm glad you're back." Ailah said, guiding Cynthia to sit on one of the couches. Galen shuffled around, following them and positioning himself so he stayed at the same angle to Cynthia.

Ailah clasped Cynthia's hands and asked: "How is your father?"

That finally broke through Cynthia's embarrassment. She sighed with relief and said: "He's recovering very well. He should be able to return to his duties within the week."

"I'm glad," Ailah said, giving Cynthia's hands a squeeze as Galen voiced his agreement. The majordomo was a personal friend of Ailah's parents and almost like a favorite uncle of hers. As a result, Ailah and Galen had met Cynthia early in life and had been a fast friends since, not least because she could keep up with their boisterousness quite a bit better than many of the noble daughters that came to the castle. His sudden illness had been at the back of Ailah's mind for the three weeks Cynthia had been gone, though both her duties and Galen had provided plenty of distraction.

Cynthia smiled softly, her blush fading. "Yes, the changed air seems to have done him good. He was preparing a hunt when I left."

"Why didn't you send ahead?" Ailah asked.

"I wanted-"

"To surprise us," Ailah interrupted wryly.

"You certainly succeeded," Galen said. His tone was a little flat, but Ailah knew it was more from worry than anger. "Didn't even stop to speak to the staff, I guess."

Cynthia turned crimson again, clearly remembering the scene she had seen. The flush extended past her face, down her neck and over the noticeable cleavage her dress left bare and Ailah swore she could feel her hands heat.

"Come now, dear," Ailah said. "I know for a fact you aren't that innocent."

Galen wasn't sure the forced carefreeness was fooling anyone. Despite the experiences Cynthia had revealed during a few late nights, what she had seen today was something quite different from trysts in the palace and flings in the city.

"I won't tell anyone, Princess, I swear," Cynthia repeated and some of the confidence she usually displayed was coming into her voice. "You know I wouldn't."

Ailah nodded half-heartedly. "Not unless you thought it was for our own good."

That comment made Galen's heart sink, not least because Cynthia's expression became suddenly sad and conflicted, very ill-fitting for her lovely face. She had indeed betrayed their trust once, though with the benefit of hindsight, she had been right to do so.

"Promise," Galen implored, catching Cynthia's gaze. He felt his tail fold around his forelimbs of its own accord and his ears flattened against his ears. It was all he could do not to whine and he knew his expression was the one the Cynthia and Ailah usually called the 'kicked puppy'-look, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

After a few long breaths, Cynthia dragged her gaze away from Galen. He felt like his head was resting on the block as Cynthia looked back and forth between Ailah and him, once, twice, thrice.

Finally, she took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "I promise. Swear on my father's health and honor."

The whole room felt immediately lighter and brighter and Galen felt his shoulders slump so heavily that he was almost about to collapse to the floor. The words were serious and the tone was far more believable than the previous frantic assurances.

Ailah also noticeably relaxed, only now allowing herself to lean back against the soft back of the sofa.

“Thank you," Galen said heavily. Feeling the words were somewhat inadequate, he leaned forward and pressed his nose against Cynthia's leg before rubbing his check against her.

“Have I ever been able to say no to you two?" Cynthia asked ruefully, reclining in the sofa.

“Still," Ailah said gently, lifting Cynthia's hands to press her lips briefly against the back of each. Cynthia blinked, looking noticeably surprised by the subservient gesture.

“Princess," she blurted. “There is no need-“

“I deeply appreciate your promise," Ailah said seriously. “Thank you."

Quiet fell on the room after that and in the silence, Galen felt his heart slowly return to its normal speed and his cock finally fell completely limp. That made his lips curl with a small hint of irritation, the disappointment of his unconsummated arousal becoming more apparent now that his near-panic was gone. He couldn't really direct his irritation at Cynthia though, because she had looked and sounded so scared. His ears splayed back against his head and after a moment of gathering his courage, he said quietly: “I'm sorry I scared you. I just-"

As he trailed off, Cynthia swallowed before smiling softly at him. “You're forgiven. I did startle a bodyguard." Blushing a little, she added in a weakly teasing tone: “Doing very well at guarding his charge from the doorway."

"That reminds me," Ailah said, her voice turning sly and her smile growing impish. "I'm curious. Galen's nose is rarely wrong, so what did get you excited?"

Galen's eyes and ears all instantly turned toward Cynthia, who blushed again, though not quite as vividly as before.

“Uhm," was all Cynthia managed.

“Cynthia," Ailah said chidingly, feeling her own cheeks heat a bit. “You had the gall to interrupt us. The least you can do is tell us what you liked about it. It was embarrassing."

'Though not just embarrassing,' she thought, feeling a tingly heat in her lower body. When Cynthia kept hesitating, Ailah continued, fighting her own blush as she teased: "Did you like seeing your princess being ravished? Now that I think about it you had a bad angle on me. Did you get a new appreciations for Galen's-

Finally finding her voice, Cynthia interrupted quickly: "Your moans. And I could see you a little, you weren't all covered."

"I didn't know you fancied me," Ailah said, feeling oddly shy and sure that her cheeks were visibly red now. Seeing Cynthia swallow, she added with a bit of forced brigthness: "Just me then?"

Cynthia had always been bad at bluffing and Ailah felt her smile turn into a smirk when her friend's eyes flicked down to Galen before abruptly returning to her. Ailah, for her part, glanced more slowly in that direction and saw that Galen had moved one of his legs slightly, revealing his slightly engorged cock, half-way out of his sheath. Pointedly, he inhaled through his nose and his lips peeled back to reveal a fair bit of teeth in a grin.

Ailah snorted. "Are you sure?"

Cynthia pulled her hands from Ailah's as her lip turned up in a pout and she half-heartedly glared at Ailah and Galen in turn. "No. No use fibbing with his nose, is there?"

The mirth and warmth in Ailah's stomach died at the sight of the shame she saw on Cynthia's face and out the corner of her eye, she could see the grin had vanished from Galen's face as well.

"Hey," she said, putting a hand on Cynthia's cheek. "We're hardly judging here."

The look on Cynthia's face made him lay his cheek on her thigh and push aside the inner turmoil he felt at Ailah's tender regard for her. "You're our dear friend. And you won't hear me moaning about your appreciation."

That got a weak snort from Cynthia. With a slight bitterness, she said: "I'm glad you get something out of my disquieting realization. What's another ill-fated attraction anyway?"

Galen felt a clenching in his chest as Cynthia looked away, biting her lip. He looked to Ailah, at a loss, and found her looking very thoughtful. He raised a brow and flicked an ear at her, silently willing that sometimes devious mind of hers to think of something.

Silence hung heavy in the room for what felt like hours, before slid down from the couch to seat herself on her knees beside Galen. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and Galen felt a wave of warmth, love and a spark of desire rush through him as she pressed her body to his and put her mouth to his ear.

"I love you," she said tenderly.

Those words sparked a burst of joy, but Cynthia's continued pout and his confusion at the timing of the words tempered it.

Murmuring the words directly into his ears, Ailah continued: "Never doubt that. I know you. I love you, so don't take this the wrong way."

Galen blinked, his confusion now almost complete, and nodded slightly.

Ailah's voice was intent, but also nervous when she said: "Would you like to share her, if she wants?"

Galen's mouth dropped open with a wet click and his mind went blank. The only things that registered on him for the next few moments was the warmth of Ailah's body and that his cock was growing harder and warmer again. The next two things he noticed was the faint hint of Ailah's arousal again and her nipples pressing against his shoulder.

He turned his head and Ailah drew back so they were face to muzzle. Her eyes were soft and open, but also worried.

He licked her lips once.

"I love you. I really like her. But only if you're sure."

Ailah nodded and they both turned back to Cynthia. She had turned her body from them, but had evidently been unable to make herself completely look away, because she was looking at them out the corner of her eye, her expression looking almost dejected now.

Ailah laid a hand on Cynthia's thigh and rubbed it gently. Her heart sped and she was sure she was blushing again. "You're our dearest friend," she said. Seeing Cynthia's pout becoming more pronounced, she hurried on: "Would you be our concubine?"

Cynthia's mouth dropped open and Galen barely restrained a snort. Ailah would have appreciated her expression more if her chest wasn't so tight with worry about her friend's feelings and what answer she would give.

A few long moments passed, where Ailah simply looked into Cynthia's wide eyes, keeping her own expression open and expectant. Finally, Cynthia spoke.

"What?"

Her voice was as stunned as her face, but it was a vast improvement on her previous gloom and Ailah thought she might even sound hopeful.

Her belly fluttered, but outwardly, she made an expression of mock thoughtfulness and turned to Galen. "Concubine, that is the right word for a female lover of royalty, isn't it?"

“I-" Cynthia began, but trailed off. Ailah badly wanted to prompt her, but instead, she watched with bated breath. She squeezed Galen and he laid a limb around her, squeezing back as they waited for Cynthia to find her answer.

Cynthia remained silent for what seemed a very long time, before she blinked and took a couple of deep breaths.

“Alright," she said, seeming to talk to herself. “This is strange and improbable. But it seems this is happening."

Ailah found herself smiling slightly and out the corner of her eye, she saw Galen's lips quirk upward. They still remained silent though.

“I- Think I'll say yes," Cynthia said.

Ailah's belly seemed to flip in celebration and her smile grew wide.

“So, you'll have us?" she asked, feeling oddly vulnerable as she asked the question.

Cynthia laughed softly. “I'm not sure royalty has ever asked her servant that question before."

Ailah sniffed. “Your opinion means everything here. You're not a servant here, you're our friend."

Her smile turned into a smirk as rose to stand in front of Cynthia. “And seemingly something more."

Galen watched as Cynthia's lips spread in a slightly dazed smile and he didn't miss how her eyes roamed Ailah's body.

“So, I would have asked who you want first, but I think I can see," Ailah said, apparently also noticing Cynthia's gaze. “Though you don't have to rush. You can come back when you're ready."

Cynthia swallowed, before she set her jaw and raising her hands to Ailah's face. Ailah gladly bent down, pressing her lips to Cynthia's. She tasted sweet, vaguely like honey, and her lips were smooth and soft.

The chaste kiss didn't remain so for long. Cynthia's hands slipped around Ailah and she bit her lip softly, slipping her tongue into Ailah's mouth when she opened her mouth in response. As their tongues pushed and probed, Cynthia slid her hands down Ailah's back and further down, grabbing her naked ass with slightly rough fingers. Ailah felt her nipples harden as Cynthia pulled her up into her lap, kissing her passionately while fondling her buttocks.

When they came apart, they were both flushed and breathing heavily.

"There's that confidence," Ailah laughed and both Cynthia and Galen chuckled.

Delighted, Ailah slid her right hand down Cynthia's back and trailed her fingers down between her buttocks before letting her hand rest on the right one.

“You get right to the business too, don't you, Princess?" Cynthia asked, her voice much more confident than it had been during the entire conversation.

Ailah squeezed and gave Cynthia a half-lidded look before leaning in for another kiss and decided quickly that she really had the best ideas. As they separated though, she glanced over her shoulder.

Galen's eyes were dark and hungry and there was no hiding his arousal, red and stiff between his legs.

“True," Cynthia said, her voice more composed but still carrying a note of nervousness. “We can't just leave you sitting on the floor can we?"

Galen was torn between his thorough enjoyment and his worry as he watched the two beautiful women kiss, but his worry was replaced with happiness when Cynthia patted the couch beside them. Needing no further prompting, he leaped up beside them, feeling the couch dip beneath his weight and Ailah and Cynthia fell against his chest.

His cock throbbed as a hand brushed against it, withdrawing before he could look down and see whose it was. Instead, he smiled and looked as calmly as he could at Cynthia as she and Ailah adjusted themselves.

Cynthia met his eyes before looking down at his mouth and despite her blush, there was some curiosity he recognized in them. She licked her lips.

“How do I kiss you? There are a few differences."

Ailah lifted her right hand to Galen's lower jaw and pulled him toward her. Obediently, he leaned in, tilting his head and opening his mouth, yawning over Ailah's mouth and pressing his tongue into her open mouth. She tasted slightly different and he pushed and roamed through her mouth, exploring where that faint new taste was. When he withdrew, receiving a few small kisses along his upper lip, they were both short on breath and Ailah's lips and cheeks were wet.

Cynthia looked at them, her expression curious and a little apprehensive.

“That looks-" she began, searching for words. “That looks a little violent."

Both Galen and Ailah cocked their heads at her and he was sure she was thinking what he was: That it had never seemed that way.

“It is pleasant though," Ailah said amiably. She glanced at Galen and added with a wink: “Be gentle with her."

Trying to sound more at ease than he felt, he said: “You don't have to."

That got a reaction. Cynthia's eyes narrowed just a tad, a stubborn line appearing on her brow. Once again, he was reminded how similar the two women could be sometimes. Cynthia adjusted her grip on Ailah's rear, getting a pleased little sound from her and raised her other hand to Galen's face.

He leaned in, feeling his heart begin to beat faster, noticing out the corner of his eye that Ailah was watching intently. Then he bobbed his nose against Cynthia's.

She blinked and then burst out laughing and taking the opportunity, he tilted his head and opened his mouth to lap at her lips.

That made her giggle again but when he tried to lap at her again, she suddenly snapped forward. He felt her teeth, but thankfully, only her lips closed around his tongue. His tongue remained in her mouth mostly due to surprise, but he gladly moved in further as she sucked on the tip of his tongue, opening his mouth to kiss him much like he did Ailah.

He was still careful though, letting her guide him a bit with her tongue instead of the forceful way he kissed Ailah and minding the teeth around Cynthia's face. As he had expected, her mouth was what he had tasted on Ailah, a taste that was mostly apple and her own, uniquely heavy taste, but he still found her very much to his liking.

When she pulled on his jaw and grazed his tongue with her teeth, he took it as an invitation to be more forceful and for a few moments, he closed his jaws a bit more and pushed more against Cynthia's tongue, roaming her mouth without heeding her small tongue.

Then he pulled back entirely to study her face.

His slaver was all over her cheeks, which were flushed from the kiss. Her breathing was as labored as when she had separated from Ailah though and her stunned expression was preferable to one of disgust, so he felt cautiously optimistic.

“That was strange," she said after a moment, lowering her hand from Galen's cheek. She licked her lips and Galen followed the tip of her tongue with his eyes. “Not bad. Very wet."

Ailah chose that moment to give her a peck on the cheek, withdrawing as she said: “You or the kiss?"

“Both, I think," Galen answered, a grin on his lips.

“That nose of yours is so unfair," Cynthia almost sputtered, though there was still a smile on her lips.

“Always was," Ailah said lightly. Her tone turned more teasing when she added: “But it's probably good he has the advantage, to make up up his denseness."

“True," Cynthia agreed, flashing Galen a smirk. “He didn't draw the short straw in that sense at least."

Galen gave the two a mock glare, baring his teeth in a grimace he knew they would see right through. Then he let the expression drop into a rueful smile. “To think I have missed you two teasing me."

Ailah and Cynthia each made a thoughtful sound, almost in unison, and Galen's heartbeat quickened when they resumed their previous passionate kissing. The kisses were greedy and sloppy, taking a moment before Cynthia forced a rhythm on Ailah, guiding her with one hand on her neck while she pushed her further into her lap with the hand on Ailah's ass. Ailah, meanwhile, simply let her hands fall to Cynthia's plump rear.

When Ailah broke for air, Cynthia simply dipped to kiss her throat, just above her pulse and Ailah gave a little, breathless moan as she did, tilting her head back to give Cynthia better access.

Galen felt his cock throb with need as he watched them, but he couldn't bring himself to stop the wonderful show before him.

Cynthia adjusted her grip on Ailah before slipping a hand between her legs and Ailah let out a little gasp. Something bubbled up from Galen's throat, coming out in a strange sound somewhere between a whine and a growl.

It took a moment before they reacted to his noise, Ailah's eyes fluttering open while Cynthia looked at him. For a moment, it seemed they had forgotten he was there, but Ailah's smirk dispelled that notion while Cynthia's sudden interest in his erection made his worry fade.

“That is something else," Cynthia said after a short moment. Her voice was mostly composed, though still colored by a faint hint of uncertainty. “I mean, I've seen dogs before, but this context makes it something else, doesn't it?"

Ailah laughed. “It's not exactly something you think about before you let yourself, no."

“You look about ready to pop," Cynthia said. She blinked and suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

“That's right, I did interrupt you two, didn't I?"

“Yeeeeah," Galen said, dragging out the word. In truth, he didn't feel quite as irritated as he made it sound, but he still found the embarrassment on her face somewhat satisfying.

“You never learned delayed gratification, did you?" Ailah teased.

“I'm not the one with her hand between my legs," Galen replied. “I'm all by my lonesome here."

“Poor puppy," Cynthia teased.

Ailah opened her mouth to add to the teasing, but Cynthia's thumb flicked over her clit and a finger entered her, making the words turn into a shaky breath. She sucked in a breath when Cynthia pushed in two more fingers, curling them slightly before beginning to slide them in and out of her.

“Oh, that's good," she breathed.

Cynthia smiled, her eyes huge and glittering. “I know."

She felt the sofa sag and glanced aside to see Galen hesitantly shuffle closer.

Lips suddenly pressed against her exposed neck and she murmured in pleasure, but she still reached out to touch Galen's muzzle. She pulled him down toward her, but instead of meeting her mouth, his head dipped lower and teeth and a warm tongue grazed her neck opposite of where Cynthia was still kissing her.

He shuffled closer and Ailah felt a little warmer when she felt his dick press against her thigh, sliding a little back and forth as he moved gingerly against her.

Cynthia pressed up against her throat and Ailah grabbed her face with both hands, drawing her up into a deep kiss.

As Cynthia bit Ailah's lip, her hand moved down Ailah's ass, fingers slipping down between her buttocks while her other hand continued exploring her slick pussy.

“How about here?" Cynthia asked breathlessly, when they paused for air.

“Go ahead," Ailah answered, before pulling her into a kiss again.

Galen's mouth disappeared from her neck for a moment and then she yelped into Cynthia's mouth as a wet finger plunged into her ass.

“So warm," Cynthia muttered against her and Ailah found herself leaning forward, resting her head on Cynthia's shoulder as her fingers worked. She was clenching around her fingers, in front and in her behind, and the feeling was strange.

It was not at all unpleasant though and she felt everything tighten, her world narrowing to her lower body.

She gasped as another finger pressed into her ass and Cynthia probed her more urgently.

“Cum, Princess," Cynthia whispered in her ear.

“Cum for us," Galen echoed in her other ear, his teeth grazing the tip of her ear. His tongue lapped at her cheek and she turned her head, opening her mouth to him.

He had barely touched her lips when Cynthia made a little circling motion within her pussy and sent her over the edge. Her breath hitched and shudders went through her body.

Cynthia kept moving within her till the trembling stopped and then just kept her fingers still and as she came down, Ailah savored the full feeling.

“How was that?" Cynthia asked, smug. She pulled a little on Ailah, tugging at both her holes, and it felt strangely pleasant despite the slight sting.

“Absolutely wonderful," Ailah answered, her eyes fluttering open and meeting Galen's.

Galen stared at Ailah. Her hair was slightly mussed and her eyes were drowsy. His cock was erect almost to bursting against her thigh, not least because of the sight of Cynthia's hand disappearing beneath Ailah's buttocks.

“Still got it then," Cynthia chuckled. “It has been a while."

She looked down along Ailah's side.

“Well, that's one debt down and one almost there, it looks like," she said. Now there was another hint of nervousness in her voice, though mostly she sounded curious.

Preoccupied with enjoying the sight of the two women, it took Galen a moment before he understood what she meant and shuffled backwards.

“Well, are you just going to stare at it?" Ailah asked after a moment. When Cynthia continued to hesitate, Ailah grabbed her arm and gently pulled her from within her before moving her hand towards Galen's dick.

Cynthia's fingers touched him hesitantly and his cock jumped at the touch.

“You're very close aren't you, Boy," Ailah said languidly. As she spoke, she gently folded Cynthia's fingers around his length and his cock jumped again against the slightly rough fingers.

Cynthia's eyes were huge as she stared, transfixed, at her hand around his cock. He managed to hold back a whine, but his panting was heavy and loud in the room.

“Forgot how this works, Dear?" Ailah teased and that finally snapped Cynthia out of her daze. Slowly she drew her hands down Galen's dick till her hand was resting against his knot. She stroked it with her thumb, drawing a line of heat against sensitive skin, before she slid her hand up.

Clear liquid shone at his tip and down a third of his length and Cynthia let out a hum of recognition when her fingers touched it.

With a practiced motion, she slid her hand over his tip, spreading the liquid over her palm while the motion teased a gasp from Galen.

She moved slowly, her eyes half-lidded and fixed on his cock, and Galen decided that it was as much torture as pleasure, the way she kept him just a hair's breath from peaking. As much as Ailah teased him, there was no doubt that Cynthia was more skilled.

Speaking of Ailah, she was watching intently, her body still pressed to Cynthia and her chin on her shoulder.

“How do you like it, jerking a dog?" she asked pleasantly, with a hint of heat in her voice.

“All males are much the same," Cynthia answered airily. She glanced up and caught Galen's eyes. “He's a bit more well-behaved though, aren't you, Boy?"

Galen was panting, the tightening heat filling his body and he just nodded meekly.

The two women grinned almost identical mischievous grins at him and he rocked his hips a little.

“Eager too, Puppy," Cynthia purred. “It's not even your girl who's touching you. Don't you care who gets you off?"

“You're both my girls," he said warmly, this time managing to find his tongue.

“Aaaw," Cynthia cooed, but there was a bit more in her voice than just the teasing. She glanced at Ailah. “I think he deserves it now, don't you?"

“I do," Ailah said languidly, and reached out to lightly brush her fingers against his throbbing knot.

Galen's breath hitched and his eyes drifted closed at the added sensation and the more rapid stroking. He felt himself growing closer and closer and then suddenly, the touches vanished from him.

His eyes snapped open to find Ailah holding Cynthia's hand a finger's length from his cock. Before he could whine in protest, Ailah spoke.

“Want to taste him? Or should I? Can't have him cumming all over this nice piece of furniture. Or staining your nice clothes."

Galen's eyes darted down to Cynthia's dark, plumb lips and caught the tip of her tongue darting out.

“Well," she hedged.

Ailah's other hand rose to the back of Cynthia's head and pushed gently. Cynthia dutifully let herself be pushed down, opening her mouth.

Galen and Ailah were both transfixed as she took his cock into her mouth, sliding luxuriously warm lips down his glistening length.

It was too much. The warm, wet feeling was wonderful and the feeling of her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock pushed him over. He bucked, pressing further into her mouth and jolts of pleasure rocked through him as he spurted into Cynthia's mouth.

“Now, drink it all, like a good girl," Ailah encouraged, her hand still resting on Cynthia's curled hair.

As she obeyed and swallowed, Galen felt the motion of her tongue and throat through his haze of pleasure. It seemed to amplify the waves rolling through him and he felt his tongue lolling out.

His climax died down both too quickly and very slowly. Cynthia kept her mouth around his cock for a moment longer, almost like she wanted to makes sure he was done.

“Uh, thank you," Galen said after another long moment.

Cynthia hesitated before raising her head, though she stayed half-leaned forward, her face close to his cock. There was a slight frown on her forehead.

“But you're still hard. I think your knot there is even bigger now."

Ailah giggled and poked his knot. “He's a wolf, remember? They get stuck because of that thing."

“Ah, forgot," Cynthia said brightly. “Interesting."

She then gave the tip of his cock an almost chaste little kiss that was remarkably pleasant for such a small thing.

Ailah smiled at the oddly sweet sight, such a contrast to the lewd display Cynthia had given a moment before. Weirdly, it added to the hot tingle that had steadily grown since Cynthia began working Galen.

Cynthia turned half-closed eyes towards Ailah.

“Have you tried it?" she asked, tracing Galen's red knot and drawing a shuddering breath from him. “Does it fit?"

She felt ridiculous at the feeling of heat in her cheeks, but she couldn't just will away the bashfulness. At least her voice was calm when she answered: “Yes and yes."

Cynthia actually let out a little whistle at that and glanced down Ailah, though her gaze only got to where Ailah's breasts were pressed against her body. Her smile turned a little crooked and she returned her gaze to Galen.

“So, if I had arrived a little later, you really wouldn't have been able to follow me?"

Galen blinked.

“No," he said, before chuckling. “Not without trying to drag her with me."

The mental image seemed to appear in Cynthia's head at the same time as it did in Ailah's, because Cynthia let out a quick giggle in almost complete sync with Ailah.

“Probably would break it," Galen added dryly, his eye twitching in evident discomfort at the mere thought.

“Can't have that," Ailah said warmly. “It's my favorite toy after all. Though I do like to share."

As she finished the sentence, she turned her gaze on Cynthia and felt inordinately satisfied at the nervousness in her features. They were all fumbling here.

“You don't have to do anything," Galen said gently, seeming to see something else in Cynthia's face.

That made Cynthia laugh.

“I just got both of you off and swallowed a load of your cum. I think I've done a little."

“Doesn't mean you have to do anything more," Galen said solemnly. “This is no fun if you're not in on it."

Cynthia smiled and quickly kissed Galen before immediately capturing Ailah's lips. This time, there was a faint taste of Galen's heady cum, and the warmth that sent through Ailah's body made her deepen the kiss, exploring Cynthia's mouth. She moved her hands down Cynthia's back and grasped her ample buttocks, pressing them closer together.

When they parted, Cynthia asked breathlessly: “Wow, are we going there already?"

“I don't see why not," Galen murmured, grinning broadly. “We don't want to just use you, after all."

“We probably shouldn't do it here, though," Ailah said and with slightly reluctant movements, she rose from Cynthia. She felt a little cold without her warmth, but she fixed that by pulling Cynthia from the couch and flush against her.

Galen leaped down after them, still proudly engorged and they walked to the bedroom, Ailah's right arm linked with Cynthia's left and her left on Galen's head.

As they crossed the threshold, Cynthia made a thoughtful sound. Ailah glanced at her and found her looking at the door to the bath.

“Bathing would be nice," Ailah said agreeably, closing and locking the door to the bedroom before steering Cynthia toward the bath.

The ever present, humid heat in the bath hit them like a wall and Ailah immediately let go of Cynthia in order to pull her nightdress over her head. She tossed it negligently onto the floor and turned to Cynthia.

Her friend was staring wide-eyed at her, her eyes roaming hungrily roaming her body. The intensity of her attention made Ailah hesitate for a moment, before gathering her courage and putting her hands on Cynthia's dress. With surprising ease, she pulled the dress over Cynthia's head, leaving her in her underclothes. They were only a few shades paler than her skin, but still managed to flatter her curvy body,

Galen was quicker to continue and having gotten a bit of practice with Ailah, he didn't have much trouble sliding a claw under the waistband of Cynthia's panties.

Cynthia gasped when he licked her instead of removing the garment, soaking her crotch, before pulling the clothes out so he could grab it with his teeth.

Cynthia gasped again when he pulled, sliding his front teeth very gently over her pussy as he exposed it.

Ailah had seen her friend naked before, but the situation made it impossible to keep her eyes from what Galen revealed. Her lips were pinker than Ailah's, and a little more pronounced, but Ailah found her pussy weirdly pretty and the slight blush around them left no doubt about her arousal.

The sight in turn made her own heat grow a little and she quickly reached around Cynthia and loosened her bustier, leaving her friend as naked as her and Galen.

She felt another little burst of excitement at seeing Cynthia's nipples, dark in the middle of wide circles of brown skin, and how stiff they looked. She reached out a hand, but stopped.

“May I?"

Cynthia giggled and glanced down at Galen. “She's more polite than you."

Galen flicked one ear back, but he didn't look very sorry and judging from Cynthia's tone, she didn't really mind. Adopting an overly serious expression, she looked at Ailah and said: “You may."

Ailah put her hand on Cynthia's breast and marveled at it, warm, soft, the nipple a hard point in the middle. She gently massaged it, feeling its plump weight and her own nipples stiffened.

Galen watched Ailah fondle Cynthia's tits, savoring the sight and the slight taste of Cynthia he had gotten when he pulled her panties off. The scents of both women were muted by the moisture in the air, but he still had no doubt about their enjoyment of the situation.

Ailah lifted her other hand, but instead of touching Cynthia's other breasts, she took hold of her shoulder and pulled her with her toward the shower.

Galen followed, bumping his head against Cynthia's ass when she didn't walk quite as fast as he expected.

The two women stepped beneath the grate and Cynthia pulled the chain, letting the hot water pour down over them. It slicked their hair against their shoulders, cascaded down over their breasts and ran down their bellies and thighs, giving their skin a beautiful sheen.

Galen sat on his rump, gladly showing his erection as Ailah's hands trailed over Cynthia. She was actually washing her, rubbing her hands determinedly over her body, but she was also obviously exploring and returned her hands to Cynthia's breasts several times.

As she stepped around Cynthia, Galen crawled forward and began running his paws up and down Cynthia's legs, sliding his rough pads over her skin.

Cynthia made a thoughtful sound. “That's surprisingly nice," she said.

Galen looked up, but found that his eyes stopped at her pussy. Droplets ran down between the pink lips and Galen was oddly reminded of a dew-covered flower. Despite that line of thought, he also thought that they looked inviting.

Glancing up, he saw Ailah's hands had returned to rubbing Cynthia's tits and Cynthia's eyes had half-closed in relaxation.

Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and licked her from just beneath her asshole and all the way up to her clit, nearly shivering with satisfaction.

Cynthia definitely shivered and when he looked up, she was looking down at him with darkly brown eyes.

“I thought we were getting clean," she said lazily.

“I'm doing my very best," Galen said. He gave her another lick and watched her mouth open slightly.

“Look at you, getting pampered by royalty," Ailah teased. “Isn't that a nice change?"

“I did not expect anything like this, ever," Cynthia admitted, her tone one of breathy wonder. She put a hand on either side of her pussy and pulled, spreading it for Galen, pink and shiny with moisture.

Happy with the invitation, Galen moved in, placing his upper lip against her clit while he licked her deeply, savoring the taste and the feeling of her opening around his tongue.

“Such a tongue," Cynthia said, not quite succeeding at sounding nonchalant.

“It is nice," Ailah murmured huskily and with Galen's ears angled to pick up any sound Cynthia made, he didn't miss the soft sound of Ailah kissing her neck.

“You taste wonderfully," Galen said between licks.

“Why, thank you," Cynthia, half-merry, half-breathless.

Glancing up, Galen saw that Ailah was steadily massaging Cynthia's breasts while licking her earlobe and Cynthia's face was aflame with a crimson blush.

He pressed closer, resting his teeth on her so he just encircled her clit and pulled his tongue out to circle it a few times.

Her sigh was encouraging, but he was surprised when a bronze-skinned hand entered his vision and pushed on his nose. He looked up curiously and caught Ailah's eyes over Cynthia's left shoulder.

“Let me help," she said sweetly.

He exhaled thoughtfully and lowered his lips. He focused all his efforts on sliding his tongue into Cynthia pussy, while Ailah's slim fingers began circling her clit, the motion almost hypnotic.

“Good girl. Good puppy. Keep going," Cynthia murmured, as her scent grew stronger. Galen could feel her thighs quivering a little and somewhere in the back of his head, he wondered if he should be ready to catch her.

He didn't let up though. With ears angled to hear Cynthia's every breath and sigh, he redoubled his efforts.

“Such a dirty country-girl," Ailah mused. “You've got a dog tongue deep in your tight little cunt and you're enjoying every second."

Galen was almost sure Cynthia's pulse and scent grew heavier.

“You're- You're one to talk, Princess," she answered, her voice as shaky as her thighs. She put one hand over Ailah's hand and let the other rest on Galen's muzzle. “And- You also take advantage of your lowly servant."

“Oh, we both know you're anything but lowly," Ailah answered and Galen heard faint sucking noises as she kissed Cynthia's neck again.

Emboldened by Cynthia's reaction to Ailah's abuse, he overcame his own nervousness, drew back from Cynthia and added: “Even if you are a wanton little harlot."

He dived right back in, hearing Ailah's soft, half-muffled giggle.

“Now cum for us," Ailah said sweetly. “Cum for your princess. You want to, don't you? Cum."

Galen growled against Cynthia's soaked pussy, feeling little tremors around his tongue, and kept the steady rumble going. Her fingers gripped his muzzle lightly and her breathing came in rough pants, while the fingers of her other hand closed around Ailah's hand.

Cynthia came suddenly, with a quiet, choked cry that was still a fair bit louder than any Ailah had given. He felt her entire lower body stiffen and shudder and he glanced up to find her eyes closed and her mouth open.

Neither he nor Ailah stopped tending to her however and Galen smiled as they teased another short cry and several more shudders from her before her body relaxed. Thankfully, she didn't collapse, but it seemed a near thing, her body relaxing against Ailah.

Galen sat back, satisfied. Ailah lowered herself to the floor too, pulling an almost boneless Cynthia down to sit in her lap.

“How did you like that?" Ailah said, putting her hands on Cynthia's belly and pressing her closer to her. The smug tone made Galen want to preen.

“Very nice," Cynthia said slowly, smiling wickedly at Galen. Galen grinned widely in return and was again happy to not see her so much as flinch at his gleaming teeth. “I see the appeal."

“Oh, you haven't seen it all yet," Ailah said airily, moving one hand from Cynthia's stomach.

“I think I have," Cynthia said, before inhaling sharply as Ailah slipped a finger between her lips and into her.

“I just-" Cynthia began, before interrupting herself with a sigh as Ailah pressed her palm against her.

“That's only a problem for our boy here, isn't it?" Ailah asked, enjoying the almost sucking feeling around her finger. “Have to make sure you're properly clean for my good boy, don't I?"

“Well," Cynthia said, before she relaxed against her. She inhaled and said lowly: “Curl your fingers a little."

Ailah gladly obeyed and struck the right spot, making Cynthia arc into her. Concentrating on the tips of her fingers, she continued teasing that spot, trying to slide her palm over Cynthia's clit at the same time.

Galen crept closer and bent in, capturing Cynthia's mouth, and cheeks, in one of his fanged kisses. Cynthia made a muffled sound around his invading tongue, but it sounded approving and Ailah breathed a little heavier as she slid another finger into her.

“You like your taste on him?" Ailah whispered into Cynthia's ear.

“Yes," Cynthia breathed when she and Galen broke for air.

“Let me have a taste," Ailah said. Galen gladly obeyed, sliding wet teeth over her cheeks and plunging his tongue into her mouth. It might have been her imagination, but she thought he tasted slightly different and just the thought made the kiss a little sweeter.

She let Galen go back to kissing Cynthia after a long moment though, heaving breaths as her fingers moved within her friend. She added another, feeling intensely hot between her legs at the thought that she was filling Cynthia more and more and only getting more encouraging sounds from her.

“Are you going to cum again, little whore?" she asked lovingly. “Please do. Moan and writhe for us."

Cynthia did just that when Galen once more drew back for a breath before capturing her lips again. Ailah tightened her grip around her stomach and pressed her nose into her shoulder, breathing in the scent of sweat and warm skin and the faint remains of forest smells.

“Cum for us," she repeated. “Cum."

'Obedient,' she couldn't help but think when Cynthia again shuddered, her cry getting choked off by Galen's tongue in her mouth and his jaws around her cheeks. Her pussy tightened around Ailah's fingers, warm softness sucking on them.

Ailah felt like Cynthia must surely be able to feel how hot it was between her thighs and how stiff her nipples were against her friend's back, but then again, Cynthia's attention was occupied.

She held Cynthia till the orgasm subsided and only then did Galen end the kiss, leaving Cynthia gasping for air.

Ailah met Galen's gleaming, lust-darkened eyes and smiled wickedly, feeling a surprising relief as she realized that they were both unconditionally happy with the moment.

Finally finding the breath to speak, Cynthia said slowly: “That was some pampering. You really work together."

Galen's smile became crooked.

“We are pretty in tune with each other," he said. He leaned in and placed his cheek gently against Cynthia's. “I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

Ailah tightened her grip around Cynthia and leaned her chin against her shoulder, putting her right hand on Galen's shoulder.

Cynthia let out a tinkling laugh and put one arm around Galen while leaving her left resting over Ailah's hand on her belly. “I really, really did."

They remained silent for a little while, basking in the warmth of the weird half-hug before Cynthia said: “You can be surprisingly unprincesslike."

Ailah snorted, a moment before Galen did likewise.

“Yes, because I'm usually the very picture of primness and propriety," Ailah said dryly.

“I guess you have a point," Cyntthia admitted after a moment. “I haven't heard you talk dirty before though."

“True," Ailah admitted.

“She's not bad at it, is she?" Galen asked, an honest curiosity in his voice.

Cynthia hummed thoughtfully, and Ailah felt her cheeks heat.

“Well?" she asked impatiently, running her fingers lightly over Cynthia's navel, where she knew she was ticklish.

“Alright," Cynthia said, through giggles. She turned an eye to Ailah and said softly: “I liked it."

“Smelled like it got a reaction, that's for sure," Galen rumbled happily.

“Speaking of getting a reaction, it feels like you're raring to go again," Cynthia said to Galen, before looking back at Ailah. “Maybe you too?"

Ailah looked down and judging by Galen's stiff cock, he was exactly as aroused as she felt.

“Oh yes," she said. “But we shall be good hosts. What do you want to do?"

Cynthia cocked her head in a familiar gesture of thoughtfulness.

“Well, there are a few combinations, we haven't tried," she began. She touched Galen's cock, pressing it back against his belly. “Maybe try the most intimidating of them first."

“Cynthia-" Galen began softly.

“Intimidating, not off-putting," Cynthia interrupted him. “Trying something so different makes me a bit nervous, is all."

“We're going to bed then," Ailah decided. “Can't say I haven't wondered how it looked from the outside."

They dried off, getting maybe a little too amused at how stimulated Galen got as they dried him thoroughly. When they were done, Galen lead the way, almost loping to the bed.

“Such an eager puppy," Cynthia teased, crawling into bed beside Ailah.

Reaching the middle of the bed, they sat facing each other and suddenly, they found themselves hesitating. After a long moment, Galen dragged his gaze from Cynthia's pussy to her face and asked: “So, how do you want to do it?"

Cynthia put a finger to her lips and hummed.

“Safest for you on top," Galen added softly. “And I certainly don't mind."

Cynthia considered that for a moment before shaking her head. “No, I want you to mount me."

Ailah raised an eyebrow as she saw the tiny jerk of Galen's cock. She couldn't blame him though, she felt a flicker of heat as well. Cynthia looked to Ailah.

“Are you going to watch?"

Ailah pursed her lips, thinking. She blushed as a thought appeared in her head, but she forced herself to ignore the embarrassment and say: “I want the best possible view.

At Cynthia's raised eyebrow, she simply laid down on her back, so her head was beside Cynthia's thigh. Cynthia's eyes widened a bit.

“Then we can tick off another box, can't we?" Ailah said lightly.

“Going at this running, aren't you, Princess?" Cynthia said, red lips quirked, eyes sparkling, a hint of red in her cheeks.

“That's mostly the best way to have fun."

Cynthia swung one leg over Ailah's head, placing herself so her pussy was right above her face. Ailah's heart beat rapidly and her nipples hardened as fresh arousal rushed down her body, pooling hotly between her legs.

It took effort to look away from Cynthia's plump, hanging lips, but she managed, finding Galen, upside-down in her view and frozen in place. His eyes were wide, his mouth open and actually salivating, his teeth shining in the light. There was a slight shine at the tip of his member as well and Ailah had a momentary thought of making him go for her mouth instead of Cynthia's sweet little cunt. She dismissed it however, thinking of how uncomfortable it would be if he angled himself wrong.

“Well, Galen, shouldn't you take advantage of this wonderful opportunity that is presenting itself?" she asked, looking at him, drawing a finger between Cynthia's slick lips and feeling a minute shiver.

“Presenting is the right word," Galen said dazedly. “I would never have ever thought this could happen."

“Well, come enjoy it then," Cynthia said, wiggling her butt a little.

“Otherwise, I might just take it," Ailah threatened lightly, placing her hands on Cynthia's ass and pressing down a little.

Galen hesitated a moment more, but then dropped forward, putting all four feet beneath him. The bed bounced a little and for a moment, Cynthia's pussy came tantalizingly close to Ailah's face.

Galen approached slowly and Ailah realized that he actually moved like he was stalking prey. He lowered his head and licked all the way from Cynthia's clit and to the base of her spine, drawing a little high-pitched sound from Cynthia.

For Ailah, the sight of his tongue leaving even more wetness all over Cynthia's pussy made her feel even hotter low in her body.

The bed dipped around her when Galen padded forward, placing himself over her and Cynthia. Seeing him from below, a dark form looming over them, she had a sudden appreciation of how large he was, one she hadn't quite thought about before. The red cock drooping close to Cynthia's pussy looked massive.

The bed shifted below her rear and she glanced down to see Cynthia lower herself, folding her arms around Ailah's legs and her breath hitched when Cynthia placed a soft kiss against her pussy.

She traced her fingers slowly down over Cynthia's ass, enjoying the sight of cock and pussy and the slow, soft motions of Cynthia's tongue. She traced Cynthia's wet folds once, before spreading them with two fingers. She was still fascinated by the view, the soft, moist pink, the darker skin around it, the little hole which seemed far too small for Galen. She ran her thumb slowly over the exposed flesh, marveling at the wet heat, before raising her other hand to Galen's hard length.

There was still some novelty to the slightly soft hardness and the smooth skin, but it was a more familiar feeling, though no less enjoyable. She gave him a slow stroke, smiling when she heard him groan and saw another drop appear at his tip, and then she tugged at him.

He obediently followed and Ailah felt herself growing hotter as she saw his tip enter Cynthia, not least because Cynthia's breath tickled her lower lips.

No longer needing her guidance, Galen moved his hips forward in a slow, smooth motion, and Ailah watched, enraptured, as he pushed into Cynthia. She watched Cynthia's lips part around the cock, spreading wide as more and more of the member vanished into her, and she squirmed when Cynthia buried a moan in her pussy.

Finally, Galen stopped, his red knot resting against Cynthia's pussy, his balls hanging down over Ailah's hair and Cynthia began slowly licking Ailah again.

Despite knowing it would interrupt her pleasure, Ailah said: “Take her, Boy. Fuck her and fill her wet cunt."

Galen did not need to be told twice, beginning to move and Ailah again found her entire attention focused on the feeling of Cynthia's mouth and the sight of cock and pussy. Galen drew his member out of her lover, glistening with wetness, only to thrust into her again, his cock disappearing into dark folds that seemed to welcome him almost greedily. The pace grew quickly and Ailah felt the thrusts where Cynthia held onto her hips and through the breasts and hard nipples pressed against her belly. Even more thrilling, she could feel Cynthia bulge just slightly where her hand still rested with fingers splayed around her opening.

Cyntia was hot and tight around Galen's cock and her body was soft and warm beneath his. He could hear her faint breaths, though she mostly muffled them in Ailah's pussy and that thought, and the thought of Ailah watching, made him feel like he might never go soft again. The thought that they were both beneath him, and both enjoying it, judging by their scents and heady breathing, made him feel like bursting already.

The thought didn't just affect his arousal. It made his chest feel tight, when it finally really registered what they were doing. They all wanted to do this and were enjoying it immensely.

He bent his legs, so his body became completely flush with Cynthia's, driving her body down against Ailah's.

He heard Ailah let out a breathy little giggle.

“You're amazing," he rumbled.

There was a soft little sucking sound from between Ailah's legs and she giggled through a gasp.

“He- He says that to all every girl, who let's him mount her," she said.

Galen felt Cynthia raise her head, but before she could speak, he changed his tempo, driving more slowly and more heavily into her. “Doesn't make it any less true," he rumbled.

“Can't argue with that," Ailah said, her airy tone betrayed by her thick scent and her heart, which he could actually faintly hear, beating almost in rhythm with Cynthia's.

“Which one of us are you going to make cum first?" Ailah asked Cynthia. Her low, languid voice was honey for Galen's ears and it made him pretty sure what the answer would be. He could already feel himself pulsing, his crotch tensing with every thrust.

“Tell her what you want him to do," Ailah said. She let her hand slide up just a bit, so Galen and Cynthia's movements made her middle fingers rub rhythmically against Cynthia's clit. Warm shivers flowed up from her pussy as Cynthia breathed hard against her, only occasionally managing to lick or kiss her.

“I want you to cum," Cynthia panted. “Fill my wet pussy with your cum and take me again and again. I want you to shove your dick in my mouth and let me swallow and-"

She gasped, but her hesitation seemed to be from more than that.

“And I want you to take me up the ass too. I want you to cum in all my holes till I'm a sloppy mess."

Galen's panting got louder and his thrusts more urgent and Ailah found the rhythm almost hypnotic. She gripped Cynthia's hips and steadied her against Galen's movements, allowing her to also press a few kisses to her clit. As she did, she could almost feel the warmth radiating from Galen's slick cock and feeling a beat of warmth in her lower body, she raised her hips slightly.

Cynthia got the message and lowered her head, placing her lips on Ailah's engorged lips. The skill Cynthia had displayed before was only half there. Her lips and tongue were clumsy against Ailah's pussy, but the heavy, warm breaths and the sloppy licking was more than enough for Ailah to feel herself grow warmer and more tense.

“Knot her," Ailah breathed. “Make her yours."

“You hear our princess," Galen half-growled. “Do you want all of me?"

A little gentler, he said: “It might hurt."

Cynthia's arms tightened around Ailah's legs and Ailah had to dig in her heels to not be rocked by the movements of her two lovers.

“I- I want it," Cynthia said. “I want to try."

“Relax, my sweet," Ailah said huskily. “Don't think, just accept him."

Cynthia's grip tightened even further around Ailah's thighs and her breathing was hot and fast between Ailah's legs. Ailah felt a warm, insistent throb go through her belly, a ways from orgasm, but still burning and it got hotter when Galen tensed and thrust with more force.

Ailah swallowed as Cynthia swollen lips gaped around Galen's cock. It looked almost obscene as he entered her and she closed around him. Cynthia's face pressed into Ailah's pussy and her heavy, long sigh tickled Ailah wonderfully as Galen half-growled. Little tremors flitted through Galen's legs and Ailah could have sworn his balls drew closer to his body. For a short moment, Ailah wondered if he might just collapse right down on her face.

Thankfully he didn't.

“So, how is it?" Ailah asked after a moment.

Instead of answering, Cyntia licked Ailah, running her tongue around her clit, between her lips and all the way down to her ass.

Ailah shuddered.

“It's-" Cynthia said, as she withdrew her mouth and Ailah was torn between wanting the tongue back and hearing what she would say. “It's a lot. It stings, a little. But-" she groaned as Galen rolled his hips and her next words came against Ailah's pussy. “It's good."

Ailah parted lips formed into a smile and she raised her fingers. “But you didn't cum yet, did you, my sweet?"

Galen stopped rolling his hips when he suddenly felt a slight pressure at the base of his cock. It took him a moment, but he resumed rolling and tugging against Cynthia when he realized that Ailah was treating Cynthia as well.

Despite feeling his cum around his tip, he felt like he would never go soft again, feeling Ailah's fingers just over his balls while Cynthia clenched around him.

“That's- That's good," Cynthia breathed. “Just- Yes, that's-"

Her words trailed off into a hitching cry and her body went rigid beneath him. His eyes squeezed shut as she tightened around him several times.

Finally, a few trembles ran through her and then she collapsed. His eyes widened for the instant he felt a decidedly unpleasant pull down, before he followed her movement and felt a shock of pain as his balls hit something hard.

“Ow," Ailah said quietly and he could feel her breath on him.

“You tell me," he said through clenched teeth.

“What?" asked Cynthia and Galen could feel her twist beneath him.

“Don't!" he begged and thankfully, she went still.

Galen felt soft, warm fingers gently cup his balls, before a cool breath flowed over them, easing his pain just a bit.

“Puppy hurt his balls," Ailah said, voice teasing but with a hint of her real concern.

“Oh, sorry," Cynthia apologized. She sounded contrite, but he could hear a small hint of mirth in her voice as well.

“Hit something thick," Galen said, the slowly easing pain bleeding into his voice as irritation.

He felt another cool breath and then soft lips, peppering his sack with kisses. The feeling was strange but pleasant, and when he felt a rhythmic squeezing around his cock, he sighed, the pleasure overwhelming the pain.

He pressed his forelimbs tighter around Cynthia and said: “You're forgiven."

She kept squeezing him, but her body relaxed a bit beneath him.

“I'm glad," she said. More brightly, she added: “Could you roll your hips a little?"

Galen felt his brows rise, but he did as requested and then his eyes narrowed slightly at the feeling as he slid around inside her. He still managed to ask: “Why?"

“I want to feel this fully," she said. “If you just sit there, the feeling will pass."

“So adventurous," Ailah teased, a mostly mocking note of approval in her voice. He did feel a slight pressure from the lower part of Cynthia's pussy and guessed Ailah was touching Cynthia.

“I'm feeling it," Galen said, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. He leaned in a little closer. “I like your cunt, Cynthia."

Cynthia let out a short giggle. “That's good. I like your cock too. I like all of you. Uhm, but you think we could move? Feels like you might squash me."

“Nah, I'm not tired. At most, I'll push you down into Ailah and I doubt you'd mind that. But sure."

With a little difficulty, he and Cynthia maneuvered off Ailah and positioned themselves with Galen on his back and Cynthia lying along his front.

Ailah turned around and lay on her side, propping herself up on her elbow and placing her other hand on Cynthia's stomach.

“You look very comfortable," she said. “Very sated."

“Satisfied and cunt full of cock," Cynthia said smoothly. “And a comfy pillow below me. What more could a girl ask for?"

Ailah smiled and ran her hand up to grope Cynthia's tits, before lowering it to finger her clit.

“More orgasms?" Ailah asked.

“If she keeps cumming, I'm never shrinking enough to pull out," Galen rumbled. His head was laid back against the bed, his eyes closed and his mouth a little open.

Ailah kept teasing Cynthia, but adopted a thoughtful tone when she added: “That would be problematic."

The burning between her thighs intruded on her thoughts and she added: “Not least because I'm the only one who is still unsatisfied."

Brown and gold eyes turned to her and the slight guilt on her lovers' faces almost made her laugh. They both reached out, cupping a cheek each.

“I'll live, you two," Ailah said, smiling crookedly.

“That's not good enough," Cynthia said, bright and determined. “Can't leave my work unfinished."

“You're a little inconvenienced for attending to me right now, aren't you?" Ailah asked. She was considering just finishing herself, but she didn't really want to stop touching Cynthia.

Cynthia and Galen both looked thoughtful and then Cynthia carefully pushed herself up, so she was sitting on Galen's lap. She breathed a small gasp as she did and Galen's mouth opened a bit.

“Come sit here," Cynthia said, patting the sheets between Galen's legs.

Ailah cocked her head, but the warmth in her loins prevented her from hesitating long.

“Here I can reach," Cynthia said. “Spread your legs for me, Princess?"

Ailah gladly did, seeing Galen maneuver himself up so he could see.

Smiling, Cynthia reached down and without preamble, pushed three fingers into Ailah's pussy. She was still slick and warm and easily accepted the fingers, her eyes half-closing. They closed completely in pleasure when Cynthia placed her other hand on her clit, while the fingers in her pussy began pumping in and out, curling to touch the roof of Ailah's pussy.

She leaned back on her hands, lifting her lower body without thinking about it, pushing against Cynthia's fingers.

It seemed like Cynthia was dragging the heat in her downward toward her fingers, making it grow as she did. Cracking open one eye, she found Galen looking at her, his golden eyes intent as they roamed up and down her body, his jaw open in a slight pant.

Cynthia was looking at her two, her eyes flicking from her pussy to her face, a smile curving her slightly parted lips.

The weight of the attention stoked her heat, and she quickly felt herself growing tense. Her breathing became ragged and her eye squeezed shut again and before she knew it, Cynthia pressed down on her clit and up inside her, making her arousal come apart into fluttery shudders. Her back arched and she raised her lower body toward Cynthia, the toes of her left foot curling in the bedding.

Cynthia kept rubbing Aliah's clit and slightly moving her fingers in her clenching pussy, sending new little shivers of pleasure through her and drawing out the pleasure. After a long, pleasing, tense moment, Ailah finally relaxed back against the bed, feeling a tingly, lazy warmth spreading through her limbs.

“That was- That was pleasant," she said, after she calmed her breathing, opening her eyes.

“Looked like it," Galen said, through faint pants.

“He really liked it too," Cynthia said smugly, wiggling just a little in Galen's lap as she withdrew her hands from Ailah. She licked the fingers that she had put inside her and added: “I really like your taste, Ailah."

Ailah hummed, feeling another slight tingle through the heat in her body. Despite the pleasant feeling, however, she felt something vaguely resembling chill, now that Cynthia had pulled back and the orgasm had faded.

Luckily, she knew what to do about that. She got lazily to her knees and crawled over beside Galen and Cynthia, leaning in to give Cynthia a lingering kiss. She savored the kiss, before sharing another, sloppy one, with Galen.

Finally, she lay down beside them both, pulling them down with her and pressing into the heat of them.

“I think this might be my best idea yet," she said amiably. She caught Cynthia's eyes and smiled crookedly. “As long as you don't hog my toy."

Cynthia returned her smile with a wicked little grin and wiggled again, causing a hitch in Galen's relaxed breathing. “Can't help it right now. But I promise, you'll get more cock next time. Besides, you have him all the time."

“True," Ailah said, glancing up at Galen, who looked stupidly comfortable, his eyes almost closed and his tongue lolling out. “But I still want him a little, even when you're here."

“She'll be a good girl and share," Galen rumbled, eyes still closed. “You know that, we know her."

Ailah hummed in acknowledgment, sliding her hand up Ailah's belly, toying with one breast for a moment, before cupping her cheek and drawing her into another kiss.

The day could not have had a beginning any better.