Chapter 199: Between Them [18+]

Emily caught a fistful of Chloe’s hair and dragged her face down.

Arthur’s cock was still buried deep inside Chloe’s wet pussy. He gripped her hips, his thumbs pressing hard into her skin, and dragged her backward onto his shaft.

Chloe gasped, her mouth opening directly against Emily’s dripping slit. She pushed her tongue out, trying to lap at the wet folds, but Arthur slammed his hips forward. The impact jerked Chloe’s entire body. Her teeth accidentally scraped Emily.

Emily’s grip on Chloe’s hair tightened instantly, wrenching her head back. The sudden pull sent a sharp ache across Chloe’s scalp.

Chloe swallowed hard, her eyes wide, and went back down.

Arthur kept fucking her, establishing a heavy, grinding rhythm. Chloe’s thighs started trembling on the damp sheets. She braced her hands hard against Emily’s knees, trying to stabilize her upper body while her lower half got battered.

She found Emily’s hard clit and sucked it into her mouth.

Arthur watched Emily’s face. He saw her eyes flutter, felt the exact moment she started pushing her hips up to meet Chloe’s mouth.

Arthur deliberately slowed his thrusts. He pulled his cock almost completely out of Chloe’s wet hole, then slid it back in with a slow, agonizing drag.

Chloe let out a muffled whimper, but the steady base let her focus entirely on Emily. Her tongue flicked over Emily’s clit in a fast, wet rhythm.

Emily opened her eyes and looked down at Arthur over Chloe’s back.

Arthur kept the slower rhythm until Emily’s breathing hitched and her hips started lifting toward Chloe’s mouth. Then his grip tightened on Chloe’s hips and he slammed forward.

SMACK!

Chloe choked, completely losing the rhythm on Emily’s clit as Arthur hammered into her pussy.

Emily swore. She reached past Chloe’s head and smacked Arthur hard on the thigh.

Arthur laughed, his breath hot against Chloe’s sweating back.

Chloe’s knees were slipping on the damp sheets. Her muscles were burning from holding herself up. The skin of her ass was still hot from Emily’s earlier spanking, and Arthur’s fingers were digging deeper into her sensitive hips with every thrust.

Her pussy started clenching frantically around Arthur’s cock.

"Ahn—" Chloe gasped out.

Arthur drove harder.

"F-fuck, Arthur—I’m—"

The words broke apart as another thrust drove the breath out of her lungs.

Arthur’s hips snapped faster, his cock slapping against her wet ass until Chloe finally broke.

Emily felt Chloe’s entire body lock up. She eased the tension on her hair just enough to let Chloe bury her face against her upper thigh instead of forcing her to keep working.

Chloe sobbed directly into Emily’s skin. Her thighs locked rigid and her fingers dug into Emily’s legs while the burning handprints on her ass flared with every impact behind her.

Arthur kept driving into her through it, each thrust dragging across her oversensitive pussy while her body spasmed around him.

He finally stopped moving, burying himself to the hilt.

Chloe collapsed forward, a dead weight against Emily’s leg. Her chest heaved, her breath hot and ragged against Emily’s damp skin. Arthur’s heavy chest pressed against her back.

Emily’s hand moved from the tight grip on Chloe’s hair to slowly, almost affectionately, rubbing the sore scalp she’d just been yanking.

Chloe stayed slumped against Emily’s thigh until her breathing finally began to settle. Then her lips dragged across the damp skin, slowly kissing their way back toward Emily’s slit.

Arthur pulled his cock out with a wet pop. He shifted his weight, moving up beside Chloe’s waist so he could watch.

Chloe went straight back to Emily’s clit, sucking hard as she pushed two fingers inside her.

Emily’s thighs clamped tight around Chloe’s ears. Her grip on Chloe’s hair faltered, her fingers going slack as her hips bucked off the mattress.

Arthur watched Emily’s breathing break apart. Her stomach tightened hard as Chloe’s fingers moved inside her.

Arthur smirked.

Emily opened her eyes, caught him looking, and glared. She opened her mouth. "Don’t f-fucking—"

A sharp thrust of Chloe’s fingers cut the rest of the sentence off.

Arthur just smiled wider.

"Fuck!" Emily cursed out loud.

Her whole body locked. Her thighs clamped around Chloe’s head, her fist suddenly tightening in Chloe’s hair as her hips bucked hard against Chloe’s mouth.

Emily collapsed back against the headboard, covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Chloe pulled her fingers out and slumped onto the mattress, her wet face pressed briefly against Emily’s thigh while she tried to catch her breath.

Arthur reached down to the floor, blindly grabbed a half-empty canteen from Chloe’s discarded pack, and took a long drink. He handed it to Emily, who drank and passed it to Chloe.

Arthur leaned back on his hands. His left wrist throbbed, the canvas burn flaring up again from supporting his weight. He rolled it, wincing slightly.

Chloe saw the movement. She caught his hand.

"Stop leaning on it," Chloe said, her voice dropping into a serious, clinical tone.

Arthur stared at her.

"This feels like the wrong time for medical advice."

Chloe ignored him. She pressed her thumb directly into the sore spot on his wrist, pushing a quick, cold pulse of healing magic into the joint.

Arthur shut up.

Emily watched them. Then Chloe turned and looked at the dark bruise across Emily’s ribs. She reached her glowing hand out.

Emily caught her wrist. "Later."

Chloe looked at the bruise.

"Later," Emily repeated.

Chloe reluctantly pulled her hand back and shifted farther onto the mattress.

Emily caught her by the waist before she got comfortable and dragged her straight across her lap. Chloe landed stomach-down over Emily’s thighs, her already-red ass exposed again.

Emily ran her palm slowly over the hot marks she had left earlier.

Chloe flinched before Emily even hit her. The skin was still painfully sensitive.

SMACK!

The sting spread instantly. Chloe’s ass tightened, her right leg kicking out against the sheets. Emily’s palm rested over the same cheek for a second, feeling the heat build under her skin.

Then another slap landed, partly overlapping the first mark.

That one hurt more.

"Fuck!" Chloe cursed into the mattress.

Arthur watched the redness deepen. He reached over and lightly dragged his fingers across the burning skin.

Chloe jumped with a sharp gasp.

Arthur’s fingers curled around the same hot cheek and squeezed harder.

Chloe cursed at him.

Emily laughed.

Emily dragged her fingers down, trailing between Chloe’s thighs. She rubbed the wetness there, feeling Chloe shiver across her lap.

"How many times has he had you in this bed?" Emily asked, her voice low.

Chloe didn’t answer immediately. She turned her head, looking at Arthur like he absolutely didn’t need to hear this.

Arthur looked entirely interested.

Emily squeezed her sore ass hard.

"Enough," Chloe gasped out.

"Does he always make you this noisy?" Emily asked.

"Usually," Arthur answered.

Chloe flushed dark red. "Shut up."

Emily smacked her ass again.

Arthur moved closer while Chloe was still sprawled across Emily’s lap. His mouth found her lower back as his hands slid down her thighs, two fingers slipping into her wet pussy.

Emily kept her arm firmly across Chloe’s upper back, holding her down.

Chloe let out a frustrated whine as Arthur’s fingers moved inside her. Arthur pressed the head of his hard cock against her wet slit, teasing the entrance without pushing inside.

Chloe pushed her hips backward, trying to take him.

Emily’s grip tightened around her waist and stopped her halfway.

"Ahn—fuck." Chloe twisted uselessly across her lap.

Arthur laughed under his breath, keeping the head pressed against her entrance.

Chloe tried to push herself up. Emily caught her around the waist and hauled her upright instead.

Arthur stayed behind her. Emily shifted to her knees in front of her. Chloe ended up kneeling directly between them.

Emily grabbed the back of Chloe’s neck and kissed her hard.

Arthur grabbed Chloe’s hips from behind.

Chloe reached out blindly, her hands catching Emily’s shoulders because she was the only stable thing in the room.

Arthur drove his cock into her.

Chloe made a broken, desperate sound directly into Emily’s mouth.

Arthur settled into a hard rhythm behind her. Chloe clung to Emily’s shoulders as each thrust drove her forward, her knees already trembling beneath her.

Emily caught a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. Chloe’s mouth opened on a broken moan as Arthur drove deep again.

SMACK!

Arthur slapped her burned ass.

The hit made Chloe jerk violently forward. Emily caught her, her hands wrapping around Chloe’s ribs, and Arthur pulled her back by the hips.

Emily deliberately reached down and squeezed the hot handprint Arthur had just left.

Chloe gasped, her head falling back.

Arthur’s palm cracked across the opposite cheek.

Chloe’s legs shook harder until one knee folded beneath her. Her fingers slipped from Emily’s shoulders.

Emily caught her around the ribs before she dropped, taking more of Chloe’s weight while Arthur kept driving into her from behind.

"I—fuck—" Chloe tried to say.

The next thrust destroyed the sentence.

"Arthur—"

Emily pulled Chloe’s hair back just enough that Chloe’s head fell onto Emily’s shoulder. Whatever Chloe tried to say next dissolved into short, breathless moans against Emily’s shoulder.

Arthur’s breath came harsh against Chloe’s neck. Emily readjusted her grip around Chloe’s waist when her arms started trembling.

Chloe was almost completely hanging against Emily. Arthur’s grip was bruised tight on Chloe’s hips.

Chloe tightened hard around Arthur’s dick, her whole body suddenly going rigid against Emily.

Emily locked an arm around her waist and dragged her back into the next thrust when Chloe’s legs failed to do it themselves.

"I’m—fuck—Arthur—"

Chloe cried out into Emily’s neck. Her whole body locked, thighs shaking violently as her fingers clawed at Emily’s back.

Chloe’s contractions wrecked Arthur’s rhythm. He drove forward hard, buried himself completely, and came inside her.

Arthur caught Chloe around the waist as her knees gave out and lowered her onto the damp sheets.

Emily released her hair and dropped onto her back beside them. Chloe sagged halfway across Arthur’s chest, stayed there until her breathing slowed, then finally slid onto the mattress beside him.

The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room.

The sheets were soaked. Chloe’s ass was covered in overlapping red handprints. Her hair was a tangled mess from being pulled all night. Arthur’s forearms and shoulders were covered in light scratches. The dark bruise on Emily’s ribs stood out sharply against her sweaty, flushed skin.

Half their clothes had been kicked under the bed. A stack of Chloe’s neat healer notes had been knocked off the nightstand and scattered across the floor. Arthur’s boots were tangled in Emily’s jacket near the door.

Chloe stayed down until her breathing had mostly settled. When she finally pushed herself upright, her legs wobbled badly enough that she had to steady herself against the bed before crossing to the washbasin.

She wet a small towel and cleaned herself first.

Then she crawled back onto the mattress and wiped Arthur down. She caught his left hand and checked his wrist properly, her magic flaring for a brief second.

Then she turned to Emily.

"I’m fine," Emily muttered.

Chloe ignored her. She pressed her glowing hands over Emily’s bruised ribs, making sure nothing was cracked beneath the skin.

Once she was satisfied, Chloe crawled back into the cramped bed.

The bed was far too narrow for three people. Emily sprawled across her side of it anyway, one long leg already stealing half of Arthur’s space.

Chloe tried to fit. She couldn’t.

She shoved Emily’s knee. "Move."

Emily didn’t budge.

Arthur ended up crushed in the middle, shoved firmly against the cold stone wall.

Chloe eventually gave up and settled against Arthur’s side. Emily threw an arm across Arthur’s chest, her hand coming to rest heavily on Chloe’s waist.

Chloe noticed. She didn’t move it.

"Are you always this bossy?" Chloe asked into the quiet room.

Emily kept her eyes closed. "Yes."

Arthur let out a quiet breath of laughter.

Chloe reached over and turned off the small magi-tech lamp on the nightstand.

Arthur settled against the cold wall with Chloe wedged against his side and Emily’s arm still lying across both of them.