Meanwhile, on the other side of this story.
Colette's POV
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The mission assignment is easy: enter a warehouse with suspicious movements of people, access what is being stored here, and leave before anyone can have the chance to see our shadows. That's the reason why I chose to enter via the window on top of it.
The full moon whispers promises of power, a power I can't fully rely on without doing something that can compromise this mission—or is it? Since that day with the detective, my powers have been more in my control, making it easier to let go of the wolf in my head and focus on my thinking mind.
Even with the knowledge that this isn't the best moment to test this theory, the fire escape staircase out of my reach proves to be a good motivator to do so.
"We climb here; be careful for anyone that can spot us."
Yui nods their head, swiftly relying on her vampirism to jump higher than a human can even dream of, like a weightless feather flowing in the wind. Now it's my time to do like them. Allowing the wolf in my mind to wander is like unleashing a rainstorm of knives to rain upon your mind, but not tonight. Tonight, when the leash is lifted, the fog dissipates, and the wolf and I are one and the same. The feeling of my body changing is a pleasing one; the metamorphosis occurs with no fight for control; our hunger is one and the same, for one person only.
Upon opening my eyes, my form is that of the Lupus, the small wolf: agile, with high senses allowing me to smell the movement inside the warehouse. But for a fight, this isn't a form I would like to take; it's perfect for this mission. Focusing my strength on my paws, I run and run, acquiring enough speed for a jump.
The air rushing in my face, caressing my fur, the forest smell coming from all directions, the moonlight—all the right factors to make me able to jump higher than expected—so once in the air, I use my jaw to grab a metal bar and get back to my human form before reaching the metal floor. With no time to lose, I parkour my way to the roof.
Once the window comes into full view, Yui taps my shoulder and points to the dimly lit area where we can see the insides. Spying the places the light reaches, armed personnel walking around are revealed to us, ordering what look like a dozen scrappers to carry some boxes from side to side, taking from shelves, and loading a cargo truck. No, actually, there are three trucks.
"What now? We can go guns blazing," They point at the armed men right behind us, perfect to help us land down with enough swiftness to rush at the others within seconds without losing momentum. "Or, we can go in quietly, using that high sheft right there." Once again, I follow Yui's finger, finding them highlighting the shelves a little to our right, where we too can land safely.
"Remember JB's orders; no unnecessary killing." My words drag from Yui a deep sigh.
"Yes, boss, whatever you say. But what do we do about your sister? Wasn't she supposed to meet us here?"
Our trip to France was full of surprises, for sure, but one I didn't expect was Camille joining the agency because, as she said, "I want to spend more time with my dear sister and her cute girlfriend." Her intentions are clear, as she was never one to hide her feelings, but to hear her talk about Olivia like that makes me deeply confused about what will happen. Knowing my sister, it can't be anything good; after all, for her to take an interest in someone is very rare and, most of the time, a sign of danger.
Right on time, probably because she was waiting for someone to mention her, making so she could make her grand entrance, Camille climbs up the same way we did in her fully-transformed form, where no human resemblance remains; she's taller, faster, and stronger, with exposed sharp claws walking on two legs and bathing her sharp fangs in the reflecting moonlight.
In mid-walk towards us, she gets back to her human form and puts on her blue-mirrored aviator sunglasses. "Hey, what did I lose?"
"We were planning on what approach to go for."
"We will do the silent one," Yui adds with a not-so-amused yawn.
"No fun at all, but if my sister thinks it is better than it is," Camille puts her hand on my shoulder and gives me a thumbs up, one that I ignore to the best of my capabilities. I appreciate her trying to bring normality to our relationship; I really do, but it is still hard to just let myself down my defenses for her. If I do, it means putting people in danger, and I can't afford to be reckless. Not now that I have found people that I want to see when I come back to the base—their faces, smiles, smells.
The window near us is separated by some metal, with no clear way to open it in sight. Further inspecting it, I see that it is one of the skylight types, which means this has a way to open somehow.
"Give me a hand here." Camille squats by my side and grabs the opposite end of it. "Force it upwards, but not too much; we can't risk one part breaking and alerting the targets."
"Sure thing." Easily, with both our strengths, we force the window open and manage not to break anything; we only bent the metal that closed it. Therefore, with our way in secured, Yui takes the lead and jumps first, testing the top of the shelf for us before signaling for us to come. Landing atop one box, I hold my arms for Camille, catching her on her fall to minimize the risk of her making any sound. Once we are all in the best position possible, we watch the interaction between the scrappers as they grab a crowbar to open one of the boxes.
"Is this job really worth the pay?" One scrapper asks with a tired voice.
"The problem is not the pay, but these new guys. All so full of themselves that it makes me sick." The other snort and shake their head.
"True, after we are done here, let's grab a beer, my treat."
"Now we are talking." With their conversation done, they open the wooden crate. Inside, shiny crystals of various colors reflect the dim, yellowed light of the warehouse. Crystals that smell of strong magic.
Camille kneels by my side as I grab the camera from my pocket and snap a photo of the items. "What's that? The smell is very strong."
"Magical crystals, enough to power up a city for a year, counting by the boxes, or to blow up one."
My comment drags out of Camille a frown as she exposes her claws, fixing her gaze at the two scrappers below us. "Do we kill them?"
I shake my head, snapping my finger at Yui. "Tracker." They throw me the tiny, coin-like device. Once I have it in my hand, I tap Camille's shoulder and point at the ground near them. "Distract them for me, but don't reveal yourself."
"Leave it with me; I'll show you what your sister can do." Jumping from the shelf, she lands on the ground, making enough noise to attract both scrappers. Before I can curse, though, Camille grabs one of the shelf supports and climbs one floor up, waiting for her prey to get near. Leaving her to do her thing, I carefully aim the tracker and throw it at the open crate, hitting the middle of two crystals where it slides to the bottom safely.
As the scrappers, holding their pistols in hand, reach where they heard the sound, they find nothing out of the ordinary. Just as one of them reaches for a radio, Camille jumps down on them and, with great strength, connects their faces to the ground, putting both in an unconscious state in a matter of seconds.
After that, she throws them up the shelf and strips them naked, taking off their radio and guns before placing both inside a crate. She climbs back to us and grins, throwing me a peace sign, as Yui looks at me incredulously. "I can't do that, but she can?"
"Don't start; we need to get out of here now; we have what we came for." Upon my order, we move out of the warehouse by the window we came in and start going back to the house.
Eyes, locked on me like a predator of a higher caliber than mine, try to burn a hole through me as we step in front of the house. Yui stays calm like they haven't noticed yet, but Camille has the same reaction as me. Obeying our instinct as it screams for us to step back.
"I can't wait to get back to my bed." Yui yawns and stretches their arms up, only stopping as she hears Camille's growl.
"Show yourself, coward." Camille orders, and to our surprise, the thing looking at us reveals itself.
A dark man takes a step forward from between the stone fence of the house, eyes a dark shade of yellow, dead, expressionless face, wearing a white social shirt and brown jeans. He scratches his thin beard, looking dead center at me, or more like through.
"Impressive that someone can still sense me; this body is, in the end, not as perfect as I thought."
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Jumping back, Yui asks with a tense face as she watches the man carefully. It's not easy to keep on our feet, and that's evident by the shaking legs of Camille, the heavy breathing of Yui, and my sweating hands. What is this creature?
"Two questions that matter, not, but I'll answer one of them. The reason I came here is," he snaps his finger, and from his shadow, a woman surges, familiar face, and smell, the blonde girl whose knife was meant for me. She takes a flare gun from her pocket and aims at the house, shooting it towards the plants surrounding it. Fire, hungry, unstoppable, it starts, taking everything that it can touch, the place we fought to call our home, burning, like a normal house would, after all, my memories in it don't make it special enough to be fireproof.
"MOTHER FUCKER, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THIS!" A resonating pain starts in my head, pounding infinitely. The wolf's anger burns like the fire that carelessly takes over my world. Every part of my mind accepts this anger, allowing me for the first time to fully transform.
"**TEAR THEM DOWN**", it howls ragefully.
Camille transforms too and joins my side; the fear from before turns into fuel for our anger, making us as strong as we can be.
"I'll stay back; I don't want to risk a claw hitting my face," Yui says and takes a step back from the fight.
"Your job here is done, Clarissa; you can go now." To the man's words, the blonde girl nods and disappears in the same way she appeared, in the shadows. "Let us make this quick; your defeat must come before she arrives-"
Once he ends his phrase, me and my sister lose no time in rushing in, starting this fight.
Olivia's POV
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Headache, a lot of vomit in a bucket, and a bloody nose—those were the side effects the doctor so kindly forgot to mention to me before sending me into Dalia's head. Now, with Pandora at one side of the bed, sitting up and looking at my face, and Dalia patting my back as I have my chin resting on the edge of the bucket, we have the chance to talk.
"I'm so glad you're okay now; you have no idea."
"Don't talk, please; just rest for a while." Dalia urges me, but even if I wanted to, there are still things to be resolved.
"I'll have the chance to later. Now, there is something I would like to discuss with you. I don't know very well why, but this kid right here," I grab Pandora and lift her up, sitting her down on my leg as the doctor takes the bucket away with a disgusted face at the content it holds. "Does she strike anything in you?"
"Yes actually. For some time now, I had the strange feeling that my magic was somehow connected to something else, someone else." She gazes at the kid and pets her head gently, to which Pandora reacts with a happy smile. "With my memories restored, I know she is part of me, part of my magic. Not only that, but she has something of yours too."
"But how can it even be?"
"I don't know, but it has something to do with that man. A being can't be created by magic alone; it needs blood. Only by the combination of both can something be born, so I assume that was what he did; he got my magic to work with your blood. The problem is that this happened a long time ago, surely before you were born."
Unsurprisingly, my headache only worsens at this point; it's too much information and a lot to grasp at once. "I can't make any sense of this, so for now we just... go on, I guess. If you want, of course."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, this feels like a dream—a good one." Dalia, with her gentle hands, intertwines her slender fingers on my hair and pulls my head to her shoulder, giving me enough comfort to let all thoughts go. Meanwhile, Pandora gets in the middle of us two and closes her eyes, seemingly falling asleep.
Dalia's free hand falls to my arms, lingering on the burn scars I got from the sword—something I see that she wanted to talk about but, in the end, hesitates to do now.
Interrupting the moment, the doctor, who had left the room with the bucket, gets back with a different expression from before, something more urgent. "Cordelia asked me to deliver you two her message. She said that she didn't forgot about her part of the deal and that you two must go now; the winds have shifted suddenly, a telltale of disaster, or something along these lines. Now that I've done my job, I'll rest, so don't disturb me." The witch doctor sits on her chair, puts her feet up on her table, plugs some headphones into her phone, and places a book on her face so she can sleep without disturbance.
Two seconds of rest—is that too much to ask?
The climb down the mountain is short, and the drive back is even shorter. The road is strangely empty and the city quiet; even if it's night now, some cars were expected, or at least light on the abandoned factories indicative of parties made by drunk teenagers, but nothing—literally no movements of anything anywhere. This is enough to make me uneasy.
Arriving at the forest, I take the dirt path leading to the house and keep on going until the sound of fighting becomes noticeable. Grunts of pain, bestial growls, and the smell of fire. I had noticed on the way here some smoke coming from nearby, but I didn't expect it to be near the house.
Once we reach the front of the house, we see it. Fire, burning hot, is beautiful yet dangerous. The house stands up still only by sheer will, something that will run out eventually. Dalia and I leave the car in a hurry, and as we near Yui, we see something else. Colette and Camille, are both on the ground, bloodied and injured. Just like that, a man, a familiar figure, stands up, unharmed, with yellow eyes that, once locked on me, don't unglue.
I don't know when I grabbed it, but the sword is already in my hand, already burning bright. Nearing both sisters, I grab Colette and pull her up, watching her almost unconscious state. Her eyes open, and upon seeing my face, her hands grasp my shoulder in desperation. "It's okay," I whisper gently. "Rest a little; I'll take care of this." As I drag Colette to my car, Dalia grabs Camille and does the same, laying both in the leather back seats.
"I'll take care of their wounds; what's your plan?" Dalia asks, looking at me, seeing that my eyes are locked in the man who waits patiently for me to be done, to go to his meeting.
Holding the sword in my hands, I feel the fire take up my arms in promises of pain, not just for me but for everyone; it scorches. "Get answers."
My feet almost instinctively move me forward, and the man, watching me get close, turns his head slightly to the side and analyzes me as a whole.
"The time is not yet upon us for this meeting." The man says with a blank tone, but instead of taking his leave, he approaches. "My plan had not been for you to arrive now; this means my mindwork must be changed."
"Why is it that every time I find myself with problems, you're in the center of them?"
"A creator must be the centerpiece of its creations; that is why." His eyes are uncanny; they seize my face like an old friend trying to recognize each other after a long time. "I won't allow you to mess up my plans like Kaina did."
"Who even is-" I try to finish my question, but before I can, his hand flies by my face as I dodge his grasp. He was going to grab my face, just like that? A step back, adjusting my grip on the sword, I swing it up as best as I can, managing to create a small cut on his palm, a cut he doesn't even react to.
After a long pause, the man nods his head and grabs a cloth from his pocket, cleaning the blood from his hand. "Kaina is the woman whose genetic material I used to make you."
"...What?" It's hard to keep my composure as he talks about this woman. Genetic material? Is he implying she's my-
The man, for the first time, curls his lips upwards, even if for a single second, as he watches my desolated expression. "Yes, she was so easy to manipulate; I didn't even force her. When I looked at my side, she was in love with my previous body, so when I asked her to help me in your creation, she accepted it heartily."
"Stop..." My head pulses, my eyes hurt, and something inside of me is connected to these words on a deep level.
"You know what that makes me of yours?"
"SHUT UP!"
*Swish*
I miss my attack, earning a punch right to the side of my face, knocking me down a few steps away from the man.
"You're hardly human, so why do you act like you're one?" He asks, closing in on my side and kneeling down to mock me. "The more time you spend ignoring this fact, the more people around you will have to suffer; one day you will be the reason for one's death."
"You're lying," I say painfully as my hand flies to hit his face. With his palm, he grabs my hand and turns my wrist painfully, twisting it in a threat to break, making me muffle my scream of agony in my shoulder.
"You'll learn for yourself the truth soon enough, and when you do, I'll assure you that your purpose will be met."
As he prepares to break my wrist, Pandora's vines surge from beneath him and stab both his feet, hugging them close to the dirt so he can't move. Dalia moves too, grabbing her coin and throwing it into the man's chest. Upon contact with him, it feels like the window of a plane is open. The pressure of the air is so strong that the man's feet stay on the ground as his body flies away, now legless.
I grab the sword back in my hand and rush his body, closing the distance between us quickly, before stabbing his chest with it. The blade burns brightly, putting the body on fire immediately.
"Good, that's the look I need from you." He reaches for my face, almost touching my cheek with his burnt fingers. "Now I just need to find another body." His words become inhuman as his voice cords cease to exist, and in a matter of some seconds, his body turns to ashes.
"Love, are you hurt anywhere?" Dalia falls to my side, slapping the sword out of my hands before its flames reach my shoulders. Her eyes widen upon looking at my face in surprise, then she grabs my head and pulls me closer. "Let's go somewhere; we deserve some rest after today," she says, wiping some tears out of my cheeks. Gentle raindrops that I hadn't even noticed had left my eyes.
"My apartment; we can go there." I rely on Dalia to get up, putting my sword back on my belt and walking back to the car, where Pandora and Yui both wait anxiously. With the passed-out sisters in the backseat, Yui in the middle of them showing some games on her phone to Pandora as she rests on their leg, and Dalia taking up the driver seat, I look out the window as my mind processes everything that just happened in the last ten minutes, the longest minutes of my life.
At my apartment.
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We park the car in front of the building, and everyone gets out of the car: Yui with Colette on her back, Dalia with Pandora in her arms, and me dragging the half-awake Camille to the elevator. After a long ascent to the third floor, I grab my apartment keys and open the door, letting everyone inside.
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It's the same as I left it, somewhat clean, smelling of cheap scented candles that were supposed to make the air floral, and my laundry basket filled to the brim in the kitchen where I left it last time I came here, a week ago or so when I first met them, the supernaturals that changed my life forever.
"Cutie, can I take your couch?" Camille asks, pouring all her energy into a half-flirty, half-bloody smile.
"Of course, I'll help you lay down, and I'll grab you some pillows."
"Thank you."
I try to keep my balance as best as I can, managing to do it through sheer willpower. Placing Camille on the couch, I grab some pillows from my bedroom and a blanket. She didn't have enough energy to be awake after what happened, so when I got back to her, she was fast asleep. I help her up by putting a pillow underneath her head and covering her up with the warm material.
"Yui, can you grab the bucket underneath the kitchen sink and fill it with some water and ice from the fridge?"
"Yeah, sure, just tell me where to drop Collie."
Looking around, a problem that was on my face is revealed: this apartment is cheap for a reason, and that reason is because it can accommodate only two people as it has only one room.
"Drop her in my room."
With a nod of their head, Yui walks off to my room and places Colette on my bed. Soon after, they proceed with my request, coming back to my side with the bucket. Using a piece of cloth, I dip it in the cold water and start to clean Camille's wounds, delicately wiping the dirt off them to allow the injuries to heal better, a process that takes some good minutes. Compared to Colette, she is in worse shape, with not many cuts but a lot of punch marks on her stomach.
I finish it, getting the bucket in my arms, when Yui stops me to grab my attention. Out of nowhere, she has a thin, small mattress underneath her arms.
"How?"
"Your neighbor, I used the window to get there." They grin proudly and place it on the side of the couch. "If you want, I can keep the kid with me for a while."
"Why the offer so suddenly? I tilt my head curiously.
"You know why." They stare at me for some good seconds to understand that I don't. "Damn, you really don't, huh? Just leave her with me for a while and go spend some time with Lia and Collie."
Without a chance to say anything back, they open Crush Candy on their phone at full volume, making Pandora spawn out of the corridor and walk to Yui like a zombie, grasping the phone in her small hand and losing herself in the intense gameplay.
The ice floating in the bucket swirls around as I move to my room. The door that hasn't been open for over a week creaks, announcing to those inside my approach. The people being Dalia, who stops anxiously playing with her fingers as her eyes fall on my form, and Colette, who holds her side, groaning in pain but awake. I approach the struggling girl silently, who, upon looking at me, allows a weak but relieved sigh to escape her sore throat.
"Do you mind if I take a look at your wound?"
She shakes her head, hardly being able to lift herself enough to take off her shirt, so Dalia helps her do it. Once the shirt leaves her body, I'm able to see a red area right under her ribs. I avoid lifting my gaze to her bra and focus on doing my part.
"Take a deep breath; it will be a little cold," I warn her, dipping a clean cloth in the ice water enough to gather some of the content and slowly lifting it up, letting the excess fall back to the bucket. My expressions remain mellow even as the thoughts seem to gather up in quantity, bullying my weak mind into a corner.
Upon contact with the cold cloth, Colette groans as she attempts to silence herself with a pillow. Soon enough, she gets used to the sensation as I tenderly clean her wounds. I can't help but linger my touch on her injury as I watch it heal inhumanly fast, partly because of her supernatural features and the other part being Dalia's magic.
The sensation of her skin, colded by the cloth, the soft and yet hard muscles that compose the form of this person that I have come to admire so much since our travel, it's all too intoxicating. My eyes grow tired suddenly, and my touch becomes weaker as everything that happened plagues me again. Could it be that his words were true? What if I'm really not human? How do I deal with it? What even am I?
"Am I the reason for all of this? For making everyone suffer." The question escapes me without warning, leaving me to force myself to reconstitute so I can brush those words off before anyone says anything. Though the opportunity is not given to me.
Inhuman strength is what Colette uses to pull me to the bed, pushing me against the old mattress as the bucket that I was holding falls to the carpet on the ground and empties its liquid. On her face is an expression I'm not able to read well—rage at my words? All is overshadowed by her glowing yellow eyes.
Dalia, on the other side, lies by my side and holds my chin, stealing some of my attention towards her caring eyes. "You know that's not the truth; he's actions are his alone."
It's hard to hold my tongue, to not talk; even as my mind tells me not to try, my body does anyway. "Tina is in the situation she is in because of me, all because I couldn't spare a minute to visit her. The house you guys loved so much now is all ashes, all because I decided to mess with the wrong people."
With a gentle smile, Dalia's soft fingertips brush against my nose, seeking out a path down to my lips. "Even if that were true, who was the one who faced danger without a second thought to fix that?"
"...You don't get it, I-"
Colette holds both of my wrists over my head, strong enough to make me intake air sharply. "I'll speak for myself about the house. That place was never a home, truly; it just became one when you entered it. Before your arrival, I would spend most of my time training or planning our missions; Dalia would spend her time reading or taking care of the garden; and Yui would sleep all day or be on her phone. It was only when you came that we started to eat at the same table; you made us change. For the better.
"You gave me a purpose—to keep safe all that I care about. Because of you, I can control my transformation. Because of you, I don't need to be chained in a dirty room when a full moon happens. Because of you, I have a feeling in my chest that I don't understand, but it makes me warm when you're near and cold when you're gone. It's your responsibility as my mate to never leave, and mine to keep you out of harm's way."
Dalia puts one hand over Colettes, signaling for her to slightly calm her hold on my wrists, which she does but never lets go fully. "It's easy to think about the bad things that happened, but you took a knife in the chest to save someone you didn't know; you entered my mind just to save me, and you allowed me some of my humanity back. How can you dare to think you're anything less than good?" For the first time, I hear a frustrated voice from Dalia; she asks with such pain that it makes me analyze everything.
All of this frustration accumulated in our heads, all of the lingering pain and feelings... I guess it's time for us to let all of this go. Freeing my wrists from Colette's hold, I get up from the bed and walk to the room's door, locking it shut before turning back to them.
Turning back to the two girls, Dalia smiles at my gaze as Colette straightens her back and turns her expression more serious.
"You want to do this? I don't want you to feel forced to because of our situation." Dalia's question is a nice thing to hear, even if I can see in her eyes how she expectantly waits for an answer, and that answer to be a yes.
"If you two wouldn't mind taking me, then yes. Even if I don't know much about this, I can try."
Colette rises from the bed like her injuries never existed to begin with: hungry eyes, demanding, and dominant. She speaks no words; she only acts with the confidence I could never dream to have. A stride of pure command, closer and closer to my form, making me feel so small, oh, and so happy that I can't hold myself, the smile crawling upwards to my lips.
Her calloused hands travel down my cheek after a simple, quick touch, going by the nape of my neck, down to the hem of my hoodie that she so desperately rides me off, alongside my shirt that gets caught in her fingers. I don't lose my composure, even when my bra is exposed to both my lover's gazes and the opportunity does not go past me to return the favor. Slowly and teasingly, I remove Colette's white blouse one button at a time, soon guiding it out of her by the arms, making her black coat find its last destination on the ground alongside my clothes.
Just the breath that escapes Colette's throat is enough to make someone think there's a wild animal in the apartment, as they resemble more growling than air intake. Her black, simple bra is a surprise. I was expecting something more luxurious, but in the end, it only makes sense; she's optimal.
Dalia, like a ghost, suddenly appears behind me, one hand on the clip of my bra, making it come apart expertly and hang on my arms, soon disappearing out of sight.
"Not fair; if we are going to be naked here, you have to join us," I say, pressing my back onto Dalia's welcoming arms.
"I'm ahead of you in that thought." With a snap of her fingers, her clothes, like they were never there, magically turn into flowers that decorate the floor and, with a suspicious gasp of wind, the bed we are going to after this moment. To join her in being fully naked, I kneel down and start with Colette, pulling down her black formal pants that only stand in the way of my objective. Once out of mind and sight, I have a view of the last piece of clothing that keeps her from being like Dalia, her matching black panties.
I look up to confirm Colette's decision and ask for permission once again, but her hands stop me from doing so. Grabbing my hair, she makes sure it stays out of my face for what she expects of me next.
Dalia's soft laugh makes me aware of her putting a pillow down and adjusting it so we can both be knelt down on top of it together, something deeply appreciated. "Do you mind if I help you?"
"Not at all," I reply with a nuzzle of my shoulder against hers. Colette, at the turn of events, does the same for Dalia's hair as she does mine and keeps her glowing eyes as she contemplates the soon-coming future of having both of us work together just for her pleasure.
Of course, we don't keep her waiting any longer. Sliding those panties off her, I watch as they slide past her slim, muscular thighs, making me unable to resist planting a kiss in them. Not wanting to be out of this, Dalia mimics my action as we both kiss higher and higher towards the honeypot, the waiting place that, at the prospect of our attention, becomes wet and ready.
Our focus is well divided into specific, different areas, as our faces have to follow the Pauli exclusion principle. Dalia takes the job of giving attention to the hard, twitching clitoris of Colette's in a steady and well-mannered pace so as not to let this end too soon, as I, choosing to learn little by little through watching our lover's reaction, press my tongue at her entrance, gently splitting her labia apart and teasing her for the time being.
Moans of pleasure, need, and accomplishment—those escape Colette without regard to the neighbors or the others in the living room. Dalia, with a soft pat on Colette's muscular stomach, assures her that she can let it all out—all the sounds she feels like screaming to the world.
"There's a sound barrier in this room, so just enjoy." Damn, one more thing Dalia does that impresses me. In an approving gesture, I leave Colette's labia alone and join the one helping me in the clitoral area. Brushing tongue to tongue, we keep the attention-seeker part in between our tongues. Eyes closed; at least Dalia's are. But me? I keep looking at her face, appreciating all of her efforts, enough so that, in a momentary need that threatens to take me over, I lock my mouth with hers and start showing all my appreciation to the thoughtful witch.
Colette grunts as my action causes her to go some seconds without our attention, but to put an end to her short-lived loneliness, I return to where I was before. Now, with a little more confidence, I let my tongue drill and delve deeper into her tight passage that, at the intrusion, spasms timely and sucks my tongue inside as far as it can possibly go limited only by its normal size.
It doesn't take much more after that for Colette to reach the sweet release she was in search of, and of course, once she does, Dalia and I keep giving her attention until she is all satisfied with the extended glee. As our lover's strength dissipates, we grab her and assist in the process of keeping her on those two feet.
"Let's get her to the bed," I tell Dalia, who helps me place Colette on the soft mattress as she regains her breath. As that happens, I focus on the next one on my list to provide all I can tonight. "You have something in your mind that I can do?"
Crawling to the soft witch's side, I am caught by her movement when she wraps her arms around my waist and rests her chin on my shoulder. Not exactly what I was expecting, but I follow her desire and hug her as close as she can be to me.
"All I want is to be near you, to feel your warmth, and to love you without a care about anyone's stares. That is all I wish for; the rest is a bonus." A tone so sweet that it is capable of making someone experience heartburn—in my case, it makes me feel like kissing her once again, to all eternity, in an infinite cycle repeating over and over again, ouroboros.
"That was the cheesiest thing I heard in my entire life." A truly happy laugh escapes me—something so natural that it makes me feel strange for a second. When did it become usual for me to feel this happy?
"Did you dislike it?" Dalia asks with a worried tone.
"Not one bit," I reassure her, booping her nose, to which she allows her smile to join mine.
I feel her move, and suddenly I have her straddle over me, with both knees to each of my sides. Her hands gently grab my dominant one, guiding it from her small, proudly perked breasts to her thighs in a slow and contemplative path.
"Can I claim my bonuses?" She asks unsurely, not wanting to force me, even after what we just did to poor Colette.
"Sure can, ma'am. You can exchange your bonus for tickets too if you wish for a plushie." With a joking tone, I imitate those people in carnivals to help this witch relax. The laugh that escapes her is all I need in my life.
Without a moment to waste, she helps my digits slide in between her wet labia as she teaches me to use my thumb to rub her clitoris. The smile soon breaks into a chorus of moans. I raise my back with a little difficulty just to give her perky nipples each a kiss, something that makes her break even more in pleasure. Her hands push me back down to the bed, keeping me in place as one of my fingers slides inside of her. With a little more time, it becomes two. She rides my fingers expertly, pressing my shoulders down in search of balance.
To my surprise, she's even more energetic and needy than Colette, and about her, now with a little of her energy back, the werewolf starts to lick and kiss my shoulder passionately, to the point that when her sharp teeth sink into it, I almost don't feel anything, 'almost' being the key word here.
It burns a lot; it goes as deep as it can in search of doing the most to leave this mark on me. Something that I was almost expecting since I read the books Dalia asked me to. The ritual thing werewolves do to mark their chosen mates for life—that's the only reason why I force myself to hold back my scream and endure the process.
The sensation on which I focus instead is the one originating from Dalia's forehead on mine as she nears her limit. I nuzzle my face on hers as to tell her to go on, and once she catches on to my not-spoken words, she relaxes before spasming uncontrollably around my fingers, leaving on my legs a trail of juice that creates a wet spot in the bed's flat sheet.
Dalia falls straight into my chest, her face in the empty space near my neck, as she locks my fingers inside of her still, enjoying the last of the sensation as she comes down from her high. Air slowly becomes a commodity as the scent of our activities hangs in the sheet beneath us, in our bodies, and in the breaths we take.
For me, all that just happened would be enough to call in the night and let tomorrow come, but observing Colette closely, I notice her approaching hand falling shortly on my chest. Her form and Dalia's are so different now upon stopping to focus on that: her slim, muscular aspects of someone who never skips a day of training, not blessed so much in all areas but in all the right ones, as the witch's is less muscular, having in its place more curvy surfaces. I just noticed that I'm blushing.
The way the werewolf avoids speaking, only professing her thoughts through actions, is cute; even when she licks those sharp teeth involved in my blood, she looks deeply into a trance. Now thinking, does that have something to do with what Camille commented when she kidnapped me on our trip?
Thinking loses all meaning when suddenly Colette's hands reach downwards into my belly and butterflies find their way up my stomach to my chest, resting like a paperweight in my lungs that forces me to breathe deeply. Sharp nails, something that would be a problem to most people, but when Colette uses hers to tease my body with small sensations, never going too far as to cut, but never too gentle to just be considered light caressing, pairing that sensation with Dalia's recovery to join in makes it hard to hold back my moans, even when I feel embarrassed about the sounds I'm producing.
The kisses Dalia gives my face lovingly almost make the sensation of Colette's long fingers teasingly gathering enough juice to explore my never-explored area, but it's impossible to really. When the two digits of hers find a way in, she makes sure to keep them inside me for some seconds, mercifully allowing me time to get used to the sensation.
Once enough time has passed to get used to it, those angelic fingers move in a steady rhythm. By the way Colette's expression turns serious, I get what she's trying to do—this and the way her fingers, upon reaching my hymen, retreat immediately, just to go back again and lose the elastic tissue for its planned break.
My two lovers exchange stares in a conversation that doesn't happen with words but with expressions and eye movements, making me think of how things were at the beginning. It's really cute. I do my best to try to understand their secret language, which isn't hard to do. Something about me and distraction is all I get from them before my action is noticed by Dalia, who smiles and kisses my lips—a good distraction if I must say so.
It breaks. I expected it to hurt much more or to bleed like a cut on the finger, but no, it's the same as getting vaccinated. In one second, you feel a gentle pressure that soon turns to nothing, the difference, in this case, being the electric pulse that climbs all the way through my spine in a calculated path, signaling the soon-impending climax that I'll experience.
More insistent become both of the girls, assaulting my senses more and more with actions that go from gentle and loving to desperate and wild. In between bites and kisses that promise hickeys in the morning, my body gives up trying to hold back, and the dam breaks. The wave of pleasure washes me down mercilessly, feeding my brain so much oxytocin, serotonin, and norepinephrine that I feel on cloud nine. All becomes fuzzy and unfocused as vasopressin sets in, making me sleepy like someone taking two ibuprofen after a long day of work to pass out into sleepiness.
The same affects both Dalia and Colette too, as once I finish and start to close my eyes, they fall on each side of mine and cozily embrace in a post-orgasmic cuddle that shows all the satisfaction it brought us. This night, all that is left from the problems and confusions of the day is the result of everything that led to this moment—all the sad stuff as well as the happy moments—everything that was just right to get us to right here and now. Perhaps it was worth all the pain.
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