Lulu and Zofi made themselves comfortable (or something close to it) in the bathroom. There was a gasp as the Pole found the box of condoms, and a giggle from Lulu at her counterpart's presumed embarrassment; otherwise, they slipped obediently into silence. There was no desire to interrupt whatever came next for the women in the main room, or anything close to it.
Purity wobbled on her feet, held steady only through virtue of Esper James' and Esthrielle's combined efforts. In silent agreement, the two smaller girls wobbled their tall and toddling third over to the edge of the bed - where they pushed her forth, letting her collapse through her own weight atop the silken comforter. Purity hit the bed with a whud, not even raising her arms to protect herself as she crumbled like a block tower. The lodestones of her many myriad deceptions were cast out one-by-one in her mind, and even as her spirit lightened, her body fell.
Of course, to EJ and Est, it just looked like Purity had allowed gravity to do its grim work. 'Grim' in the sense that Puri's fantastic rack was now concealed by the bulk of her torso; thankfully, her phenomenal ass was every bit as exposed as her chest was not. EJ's hand was only barely held back from offering it a playful slap.
Esthrielle drew in air to fill her lungs, then rolling said air out in a 'what now?' sort of sigh. She looked over to EJ, brow raised and lips quirked; when the blonde turned to catch her partner's gaze, the Wayward gestured to Purity. "You two were... Ah, ahaha, uh... You pitched the idea of a quickie? Something to cheer us all up, yeah?" Thin lips pulled back to reveal gleaming steel, an expression of resigned awkwardness replaced now with subtle, below-the-surface mischief. EJ returned the look, flashing bone to match her lover's metal.
"Hmm-mm-mm... Yeah, I did suggest maybe a little, heh... A little fun. All three of us. And, you know..." Esper James turned her gaze back down to Purity, smile growing wider even as her pointed tongue ran along the top row of bestial fangs. "I think, if Purity's still game... Well, she's always the one doing the pampering, right? Maybe it's time we return the favor...~"
This time, EJ did land her palm across Purity's backside, a crisp snap ringing out as flesh touched flesh. Purity, finally, was broken from her catatonia - at least, from the inaction it forced upon her. She made little noise but a short, quick gasp, the sharp intake like an auditory dagger cutting through her silence. Her hands pushed into the mattress so she might lift her torso, turning at the waist and neck to set her sights upon the source of the offending strike. There was a moment of silence as the two regarded one another... and then Purity's placid mask was broken, and she gave a playful grin.
"Oh~? My girls... My lovely, beautiful, incomparable, amazing lovers... Are gonna take the reigns on this one? Let me be a little pillow princess, who does as she's told and gets rewarded for her obedience? Oh, my, oh my..." A pantomimed swoon played into her false bout of fainting, her whole body turning over on the bed. Chest revealed, butt hidden - less popular to bestow with slaps, but now, kisses were far more viable.
EJ cast a glance in Esthrielle's direction, raising one golden arch to match her expression of inquiry. Est, in return... shrugged. Unhelpful, Est! However, the grin that remained across her lips told everything the blonde needed to know. And honestly, Esper James thought to herself as she stepped closer to Est? Honestly? Est could be a pillow princess today, too. Fuck it. Esper James never got to lead the way with this sort of stuff - she rarely got to lead the way ever. So now, with the way paved in gold and the engines beginning to rev, it was her turn to be in charge.
Est's expression began to shift from excitement to curiosity at the ghoul's approach, but curiosity became a cowed sort of surprise as EJ took a hold of the Wayward's bra - right in the center, which EJ hoped would have the same effect as grabbing her by the collar of her shirt. The blonde raised herself up on the balls of her feet, getting inches away from her prey's face, emboldened by Est's sudden fawn response.
"Take this shit off, you little synthetic slut. Take it off, get on the bed next to Purity, and try not to bite the pillow hard enough to tear it. The only thing getting fucked up today is you two, not the furniture. Got it?" Adrenaline, now. Esper James could feel it pumping through her like a sweet, sickening drug - the way Est's lower lip trembled, the doeish look in her eyes that sat somewhere between lust and fear, the silence in the room as Esper James laid out her commands? EJ almost hated that she understood it now; that horrible, addictive feeling of telling someone what to do. It was so very almost-awful...
Almost.
Esthrielle was stunned into absolute silence, eyes wide and pupils locked on EJ's own. Purity was smiling in a delighted flavor of surprise - it was like a birthday and Christmas all at once for the still-living seductress. EJ looked, for one of those rare moments like the flare of a firework, confident. Powerful. In control. And, well, Purity couldn't deny that there was something undeniably sexy about the demure dame's spontaneous shift. She couldn't help but giggle as she looked down, realizing just how good this was for her ghoulfriend.
Est's lower lip wobbled like she was made of gelatin, its owner struggling to find the words to form a response. Tick-tock, Est - your time's up. The ghoulette's getting impatient... and she's taking cues from the smut she's read online, and her experience with Judas. EJ formed a half-scowl, the excitement in her breast and in her loins still far too present to truly get a good display of false anger going. "I said: Got it?!"
She nearly slapped Est to really sell it, to truly drive the point home... but as her free hand began to raise, she thought better of the gesture. It was her first time acting like this, and the other two knew she was normally quite the pushover. She didn't want to go too far on her first try of a more dominant role, and turn her lovely ladies away from her.
Esthrielle began to nod rapidly, prosthetic fingers working double time to undo her bra and strip out of her panties - both were dropped to the floor and left to rest where they landed. She rushed to take up a position beside Purity, daring not to look back as she laid awkwardly on her tummy. She stayed like that, stock still and body stiff, until she felt Purity rest a gentle hand on her tailbone. She pinkette had rolled over to mimic Esthrielle's stance, her gaze gentle and smile caring.
"Oh-h-h, Est, baby girl... You've never been on all fours like this, have you? Here. Let mommy Purity help you - it'll be better for you, and for her, like this... Now, raise your ass, and put your cheek to the bedspread..." Purity began to get even more hands-on with her bedside beauty, taking a tender grip of Esthrielle's hips and raising them up. Est was quick to acquiesce to Purity's professional advice, adjusting her body to her right cheek was pressed into the silken sheets - this way, she could still face Purity. The semi-vampire didn't mind at all; if anything, it'd be more fun, getting to watch Esthrielle's reactions.
EJ, meanwhile, had decided to raid the dresser. Condoms? Nope, didn't need those (and weren't there some in the bathroom, too?). Lubricant? EJ was still pretty new to this 'sex' thing, all things considered, but... Browsing the internet had taught her that when it came to lube, the best practice was 'no such thing as too much'. The bottle of cherry-scented liquid was tossed over her back, landing somewhere near the foot of the bed. What next?
Nun costume? Ew, she'd had enough of nuns for a while. Maid dress? She briefly considered using the handle of the accompanying feather duster as a prop... but no, no, that wouldn't fit the mood. Plus, she was a bit distrustful of the cleanliness of anything with potential to have been inside a stranger's orifices. Nope to the maid costume, then! Beneath the maid outfit sat a little thorn, planted just to try and ruin her mood: a full suit with tie and undershirt, with the Tsang Solutions blood-red TS monogrammed onto the left lapel.
Esper James didn't let it slow her down, though - the thoughts of Tsang, of Judas, of her quiet life as a secretary were all suppressed. She blocked them out like an ascetic blocks out material desires, condemning them to the darkest, most secretive nooks and niches of her brain, so they wouldn't interrupt her. She wouldn't let that fucking shithole company and its evils tarnish what was about to be a fun, exciting, breathtaking bit of play.
She crinkled the suit before moving it aside - and her eyes fell upon the real treasure of her spelunking venture: smooth black stockings, matching gloves, panties of the same material with the crotch missing (but a cute little scarlet heart emblazoned just above the cut-out). Pulling them out, there was a split-second of downheartedness as she realized they were way too big for her. Of course they wouldn't have anything her size... this was the room Purity had been staying in during her tenure with Khetnep. Nothing would be sized for a 5'4 ghoul with a slender build and -
Oh, fuck. That's right - this was Purity's room. They'd fit her for-fucking-sure.
Esper James held back a giddy bout of giggling as she whirled around, discarding the notion of a costume sized for her even as she was enticed by the prospect of dressing Purity up. Her subtly sanguine sexpot of a girlfriend had finished with giving Est a helping hand: both women were now face-down, ass-up, facing one another. Purity swayed her hips back and forth, offering a juicy target for both EJ's pelvis and her fangs, but that could wait. It'd have to wait.
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There was a soft slap at Esper James tossed the assembled latex lingerie onto Purity, taking up a hands-on-hips pose as her target turned her head back to face the blonde. Meeting Purity's eyes with her own, EJ gestured imperiously to the heap of light-catching latex, raising her nose to look down it at her partner.
"C'mon. Put it on - dress up for me, doll. They fit you, I'm sure... and I wanna see some garnish with my meal, yeah?" It almost felt illegal to be this smug, and to feel justified in said smugness... but Purity's giggle and nod, and the accompanying hustle to adorn herself, put EJ's mind at ease. The tight-fitting apparel was hardly a quick thing to shimmy into, but Esper James found a new flavor of satisfaction in watching Purity pull it on - and then Est, too, once the Italian noticed Purity could appreciate the help.
Now clad in snug ebon material up to mid-thigh and mid-bicep, her waist concealed but sex exposed, Purity reached back and gave her own ass a slap. It drew a twitch from EJ's womanhood, especially in tandem with the damp that had begun to glisten on Purity and Est's skin... and finally, she couldn't stand sitting back and watching anymore. She had to satisfy humanity's most incessant itch.
She wished she had some more domme shit to say to really drive home what was about to happen, but as her feet bore her proudly (nearly arrogantly) over to the foot of the bed, she drew up a blank. Nothing her internet pornography had shown her seemed appropriate... 'Time to get dicked?' No, that was terrible. 'I'm gonna bury myself so deep inside you that they'll crown whoever pulls me out as the next king?' Also awful, but at least that would be funny. 'Get ready to get bred?' Wasn't her style - and she was infertile, anyhow. The breeding angle didn't seem very apt.
It was Purity, then, who broke the silence - and who lit a fire in Esper James that seemed fit to roar out of her mouth, like a furnace set to blow. The most buxom of the three beauties let out a playful whine, biting her lower lip and making a pleading, pseudo-desperate expression. "Mistress? May I make one request? When you're done with Esthrielle... would you let me clean you off, pretty-please? I wanna taste her...~"
And just like that, Esper James felt more kinship with a wolf in heat than a human being. She couldn't remember what she said, but she surely said something to the affirmative, given the reversal of her own former smugness on Purity's own face. What she could remember, in the aftermath, was the way her body seemed to move on its own - carrying her across the plush carpet and up to Esthrielle, who immediately began to whimper. Come on, Est! EJ hasn't even touched you yet! Don't jump the gun!
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The Easterner was close enough to the edge of the bed that Esper James could have stayed standing - if she was a little taller. Instead, however, she was forced by nature to mount the bed first and foremost - only then could she mount her lover. The bottle of cherry lubricant had found its way into her ghoulish grip somewhere during the lust-haze from her approach, and it was applied generously, and without delay.
Gratuitously slick and reminiscent of a fresh-baked cherry pie, Est found something in Purity's eyes: something to ground her, to hold onto like a life raft, the guilty excitement of relinquishing control causing a stormy sea of emotion to assault her heart. She trusted Esper James to be good to her, even with the act... and she trusted Purity to keep her safe and not lead her astray, regardless of anything else. Even still, she couldn't help but grit her teeth and wince in preparation as she felt EJ's weapon of choice press to her own.
And then... The thrill of love, the warmth within and without as her heart and body were both filled. She cried out, clenching her left hand on itself - or, it would have been on itself, if Purity hadn't taken her hand just as Esper James recoiled her hips. From then on, Esthrielle was floating down a warm and lazy river, feeling EJ lean down and press chest-to-back with her partially-prosthetic playmate.
Motion was a virtue, but stillness was even more so. Mechanical joints allowed her to lock them in, now every bit a love doll for hers and EJ's benefit in equal measure - and, though she'd never admit it, she felt fit to collapse after the first thirty or so seconds. It was so much different here and now than it had been back in the convent... back when she'd been in a more dominant position, when she'd had more control over what happened and how it happened. It had been comfortable, then, and fun - but this was something completely new, and the stimulus seemed to hit her with a force all its own.
Purity, for her part, was watching Est's face like a hawk - and putting everything she could into what little vampiric influence she held. Every last bit of psychic suggestion she could muster was directed straight at Esthrielle, driving her nerve endings into a desperate, needful overdrive, making every inhale shaky and every exhale a drawn-out, delicious whine. It wasn't as powerful as a true vampire, sure, but... Well, with her guard down like this? It may as well have been full strength.
As Esthrielle did her best not to melt into the mattress, Esper James allowed herself to be lost in the act. There was something primal, and ferocious, and feral about this time: their position, their surroundings, knowing that Lulu and Zofia were just through a thin door... A door that they had heard everything through, when Purity and EJ had been talking in the tub. Oh, god, they had heard everything. Surely, that meant...
Another sick thrill traced from head to toe, rocketing down EJ's spinal cord and into her lap like a live wire. Knowing that they very likely had an audience, and knowing who the audience was, was almost as good for her as Purity's request. If she hadn't already been dead-set on bucking her hips until her muscles gave out, she'd have resolved as much immediately. Hell, maybe if she could get Est to be loud enough, then maybe Lulu would say something to her afterwards. Being known as 'the girl who fucks real good' would be way better than being 'the girl who cries all the time', if nothing else.
Thankfully for Esthrielle, Esper James didn't quite go until her body gave out. Instead, as the ivory-haired girl's body shook and quivered, spasming in indulgent satiation, EJ left her to her afterglow. She kept low, allowing Esthrielle to unlock her joints and collapse onto the bed in a panting, dazed mess; once the other woman was securely laid down on those soft silks, EJ crawled on all fours to swing round to Purity's fore.
Purity snickered with mischievous intent, eyes narrowing even as she turned her gaze upward to lock eyes with EJ. "Oh~? She looks like she had fun... You really fucked her into a puddle, Miss EJ. Is it my turn next~?" Smug satisfaction morphed into a playful pout, lips pursed and eyes pleading. The pout was broken, however, by a delighted gasp - drawn from her as EJ started to make good on Purity's request.
The blonde sat back and spread her legs, one on either side of Purity, her hands going to take her plaything by the back of the head. The ghoul sneered, as much to keep up appearances as to hide the fact that she was a bit winded from her time with Esthrielle. "Come on, then, bitch. You talked a big game about 'cleaning me off', earlier. Don't chicken out no- oh!"
Needless to say, Purity wasted no time in doing as she was told, and as she had earlier promised. EJ was given time to really consider just how soft Purity was, how warm, how intoxicating... Even knowing that she was probably drugging her subliminally, EJ didn't dare deny the warmth, and the wetness of it, and the warbling that bubbled up from her own throat as she fell down Purity's.
No release this time; no peak to plant a flag in. Purity left her stranded halfway up the mountain, every ounce of Esthrielle washed away by lips and tongue. EJ was released with a kiss, and a wink, and another one of those trademark coy little giggles. Purity left her lover to press against her left cheek, unattended for now. "Mmmh, she tastes so sweet... I wonder if she's got an augment that does it, or if she's all natural? Heheheh...~ Either way, Miss EJ, my strong and dominant ghoulfriend... Wanna fuck me now?"
There was no need for a vocal answer, or a response at all - they both heard the unspoken 'yes' on EJ's panting lips. Off the bed, around to the edge she'd previously taken up residence at, then back up on the bed. Knees took their places, hands were in position, hips... Well, could they ever not be at the ready?
The oral prelude had been exactly what Esper James needed to get her second wind, and at wind was more akin to a gale. Just as with Esthrielle, she pressed chest-to-back with Purity - though there was significantly more for her to become flush with, and Esper James couldn't help but luxuriate in the fullness of her lover's bounty.
Whereas Esthrielle had quailed in relative expediency, Purity's experience and training allowed her a fortitude that put Esper James to shame. The vigor of an amateur ghoul could never compare to that of a retired professional, and as Esper James felt her whole body begin to tremble from exertion and ecstasy, Purity reached up with a glove-clad hand to caress her partner's cheek. "Hey, mistress... I think you could use a pick-me-up, yeah? It's been a while since you've had any blood... Maybe you wanna bite me while you're all the way? Hmm~? Drink a little straight from the tap?"
Esper James' head spun like a carnival ride. She nodded shakily, doing as she was told suggested to do, pressing forth just as she pressed her fangs into Purity's shoulder. Below her, her mate let free a breathy yelp - in EJ's mouth, the world's finest poison flowed freely. Just as when she dined in the convent, she felt herself sink back into the depths of her own mind as her body took control away from her; unlike the convent, she didn't overindulge.
She simply drank, gulping down whatever came but never begging or pleading for more. Gulp after gulp of red filled her gullet as her hips did the work on her soul's behalf, the mind of the inner thigh doing all her thinking for her. She began to lose track of time, not even noticing when Purity nudged her away, barely even parsing that, at some point, they both hit their climax - and then a second one, for good measure.
Before the third time was made the charm, Purity nudged her away once again - hand on EJ's chest, palm between her cleavage, Purity pushed. It wasn't a hard push, but EJ got the message: two rounds back-to-back was more than enough, especially since Esthrielle was looking in need of a cuddle. Words unsaid were understood, and Esper James slipped back onto her feet, staying close to the bedside just in case her knees gave out.
She felt... exhausted, and yet, full of life. Full of energy. Her mind was alive even as her body was dying of exhaustion; her only saving grace was Purity rolling aside, allowing the blonde an admittedly damp landing zone to collapse onto. Collapse she did: with barely a moment's hesitation, she let herself fall forward to form one bun in their sapphic sandwich. Purity, perhaps fittingly, was the filling, and Esthrielle made up the other bun.
EJ was reminded, then, in the still and the calm of shared breaths and snuggling, of Zofi and Lulu. How long had the three ladies been screwing for? Surely the nuns were tired of waiting... And they'd already seen all three of them nude, anyways. Fuck it.
Esper James worked up what little strength her body still had, calling out with a restrained sort of volume, so as not to bother any potential clientele. "Lulu! Zofi! Y-You two can come on out now, aha... Hahaha...!"