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SEX. BEEG sex. With three gay people.

Cold.

Wonderfully cool lips that act as a blazing star against my thrumming heat of worry and fear and more than anything… desire.

Such a yearning to feel her glacial soul and body up against mine.

Other than a ripple of movement that seems to pulse through the tendrils that continue to wiggle about through my hair she pauses, and from her soul I feel a wash of such restrained furious hunger to just… just… go faster. Pull closer and bury me in her affections.

I can’t help the little purring sound that rolls through my chest and throat as I release the hands I hold and reach up to cup her wonderful soft chin and cheeks. Pulling myself closer as my watcher slowly allows our kiss to intensify in speed and depth.

Then our tongues touch and… and the sweetness of the meal I had is nothing compared to the flavors I find there. My clumsy stupid lump of mouth flesh is teased and caressed and just… danced with by her steady obviously practiced workings.

How long we just… kissed will forever be a mystery, but eventually a subtle shifting in another’s soul catches my attention.

Love and desire but… but also a little worry. A pinch of… impatience? Wh–

I slow and break the kiss with our watcher, and turn to find a crooked smile on our Fae’s lips as she just… waits. Amwella thrumming with adoration and desire but… also a bubbling of worry.

That… that maybe she’s not needed or wanted.

I reach out and… and let a hand hover just a whisper from her cheek. Hope to the Blighted Dreamer that she can see the question in the gesture and my gaze.

Her smirk softens, becomes something more reflective of her soul, and then she leans into the touch.

Warm.

So perfectly thrumming with a melody of her soul’s songs. Furiously devoted to imbibing those around her with confidence and happiness and better things still.

The first girl I let myself really fall into love with who loved me in return.

Just like that first time I’m not sure which of us pulls the other into the other, and then my hands are in her bright wonderfully soft hair as she crushes her lips to mine.

But unlike our watcher, her soul roars with affections she has no intention of restraining.

Awnya’s wrapping arms around me and dragging us deeper and deeper into this kiss. Already parting my lips and finding my tongue and digging soft fingers into my back. Soul a furious cascade of desire she refuses to hold back.

And without drawing away from this perfect thing, I’m enveloping their souls even more completely in my sea and pulling at Tretion’s soul, sending a simple but very clear message.

I hear her laugh at the sensation as she crawls up behind me, one hand joining mine in Awnya’s hair while the other curls around my chest. Lips pressing into my neck as she murmurs so softly. “Welcome home, beloved.”

H- home? I... I'm... I'm home?

What was a tumble into this long and aggressive kiss kinda… sputters. Leads me to pause and take a few breaths.

A flash of worry sparks from both of their souls.

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“Th– thank y– you.” I whisper and furiously ignore the moisture bubbling in my eyes.

And then, before our watcher can consider more if somehow her wondrous love has hurt me, I turn to draw her into a kiss. One where I nibble at her soft lips and dance my new and clumsy tongue with hers.

I expect a giggle or… or flash of mirth, but all that happens is her soul thrums with cold focus as it relaxes some of the caution it had gathered about itself. Her tendrils wriggle faster and dig their little pointed ends just a little harder. Not nearly enough to hurt me, just… a focused desire to pull us closer.

Awnya murmurs hungry delighted nothings at the sudden offering of the other side of my neck to her, and the hand Tretion grips my chest with moves to slide under my borrowed shirt before beginning to dance gentle raking patterns up my chest. Dancing soft circles up from belly to collarbone, teasing and always hinting at the breasts I hunger for her to touch and hold and bite and tear and–

I freeze.

A flash echoes from within both their souls and they pause. Would move to pull back if I didn’t hold them so close as a sudden worry trickled into the Amwella.

“Ww— wait.” I whisper into my watcher’s lips, squeezing my eyes shut as… as I consider that last thought.

Half a dozen heartbeats pass.

But… but no. I’m okay. Just… simple hornii brain things. Desires for rougher sex that I always heal easily from.

“Oke.” I murmur before either can question the pause.

It takes a few moments to free them from that worry. Have to just… slow my workings and let out soft purring sounds as we continue to kiss and snuggle. Tretion works harder to soften her tendrils' wriggles and Awnya tries to slow her own hunger but… Dreamer’s Tits am I just… not interested in feeling them restrain their desires because they worry they might hurt me!

But… how… how could I even begin to…

I let out a… a frustrated huff followed by a little rumbling growl about half-way through a kiss that sings of our Fae becoming more and more lost in her own desires and slightly more aggressive workings.

“L–Lyra?” Our watcher murmurs.

“N– not frrrr…” I try to murmur into Awnya’s lips. Fingers still dancing through her hair and Tretion’s tendrils.

Awnya giggles, a hand joining Tretion’s at my breast. “What’s that?”

“Hrrdrr… Mmro…” I try again, but quickly stop as I realize just how stupid it is to try such longer words while immersed in a kiss.

Tretion calms, and seems to… to consider my possible meanings. “Perhaps the bed would be a better place to continue?”

Awnya chuckles. “Yeah… probably.”

“Oke.” I’m able to murmur as we all try to untangle from the heap of limps and lovers.

As I crawl onto the bed my two lovers unwrap their layers of cloth down to bare skin. Then, just as they’re moving onto the silken sheets, Tretion turns to pull Awnya into a deep and passionate kiss.

I… I just sit and stare wide eyed to just take them in.

These two wondrous souls that are just… happy and perfect within this moment.

It’s not until they pull apart and murmur soft affections and thanks that both seem to notice me again. But… even that’s wrong. While they shared that kiss and gave themselves completely to each other at that moment, they still radiated love for this stupid girl sitting a few feet away.

And when they do turn to regard me a thrum from their Amwella courses through endless tendrils into my core. Causing me to shiver under the weight of that…

That love.

“Dr– Dre–Dreamrrss” I grumble out, eventually squeeze my eyes shut and just force out. “Tits!”

A pause, and then they are both moving across the bed as their souls are consumed with delight and mirth at my curse. Giggling and even snorting a bit as we all can’t help but share this silly moment together. But… Even that is transformed into soft sounds of delight as our watcher sweeps me into such a deep kiss. One that thrums in harmony to her soul’s song, and next thing I know I’m on my back and she is everything I know.

And while I lose myself to her another’s lips trailing up my arm, nibbling at shoulder and neck and weaving such wonderful patterns down my sides. And everywhere else are their fingers and head tendrils and… and…

And my ocean of a soul envelopes all. Huggling these two blazing souls close while Jellyfish wiggle about. Titter and coo along with such a symphony that ripples out from my Amwella.

My wonderous new soul conducting a song for us to dance to.

One that blazes without even the hint of that old curse’s sting.

My fingers play through our watchers' wonderful tendrils, and as she moves to graze a line of kisses down my neck and collarbone, our Fae moves up. Nibbles at Tretion’s neck and ear and tendrils before drawing me into her own long and deep kiss. Then, finally, mouth and tongue and teeth and tendril find my breasts. Designing such delights across flesh that cause me to twist and writhe like only my Dar–

But… the song soothes the thought. Drives even the memory of almost comparing these two wonderful lovers to… to her. Seems to pull Tretion into nibbling at just the right angle and spot and moment to drown me in my beloved’s affections instead of old memories. Helps Awnya know to press deeper into our kiss as I hesitate instead of pulling back.

Moving us like… like the waves of a sea. A pushing and pulling of desire and indulgence, affections woven into the tapestry of soulfire.

A dancing of twinned fingers at my thighs, weaving patterns in tune with our song. I… I’m not sure which is whos, because they’re just… so perfectly moving in sync with each other! Trading between kissing me and each other and our necks and breasts and and and…

But… I do know that at some point they each take one of my hands and entwine our fingers. Lips and fingers and tendrils kissing and raking and loving every inch of the body I wear. And I can’t stop the moan of delight that chimes with the song, or the buck of my hips as their touch finally finds my second lips. Beginning to dance and weave such perfect patterns between my legs in tune with the song that wraps us all so tightly together.

They’re so gentle but… like… Dreamer’s Tits both just… their fingers know where to graze and when to rake and–

Another moan, and I can’t stop the trembling delighted wriggles I fall into as one of them perfectly twists to move fingers up from lips to clit. From there It doesn’t take long for that first perfect climax to engulf me, arching my back and forcing such a sound from my lips as one of them… Awnya I think? Leans down to wrap my trembling lips in hers. Guides and centers all thoughts around it as the big soul song softens.

And then my Amwella pulls both theirs down and snuggled into my core.

A spike of such pleasure, and burst of song and soulfire jolts us as their cores mingle with mine. Melt close and… and slurp up such wondrous little gobbles of my Amwella as our bodies tremble with delight.

I get to feel so perfectly how much they both enjoy this dance of souls as they get to endure my own thrumming euphoria.

The song doesn’t stop. Just… slows and softens. Harmonizes so well with the wash of… What is this? I mean… sure I’m tired. Probably exhausted. But… I’m not like… sure what this is?

My lovers curl close. Murmur such soft and loving nothing words as we melt into a little pile of huggles. I want so desperately to… like… give them what they just gave me! But their souls sing of nothing but happy contentment as they gently pull from my core. Delighted to just have like… done all that with me! And… like… Amwella dances feel really good so…

I don’t move except to pull them close. Try to whisper my own soft wordless love and thanks to them as we all just… enjoy the afterglow and the love-woven song all about us.