15

lazarus

WE ALL HELPED clean up, which wasn't typical. Kestrel had this complicated revolving schedule about meals. Everyone was supposed to have a day where we cooked and a day where we cleaned up. So, between the three of us, the way this was supposed to work was two days on (one cooking, one cleaning) and one day off. But Paladin was shit at ever remembering which day was his, so Kestrel and I ended up doubling up a lot, or sometimes Paladin would go on a streak of three days in a row doing all the cooking and cleaning up, but then he'd get distracted and forget dinner the third day, and then the schedule was all messed up, which would make Kestrel have a damned meltdown, and…

If we put Clementine on the schedule, it might make things easier, I thought, but we could discuss all that later, too.

Last night, I'd steered clear, all of the shit with Kestrel too close to the surface. I wanted her last night, but I felt guilty about it, and so I'd just gone off alone.

Tonight, I still wanted her, and I still felt guilty, but the guilt was just a touch less—or maybe I wanted her just a touch more? Whatever the case, I started kissing her while we were washing up the last of the dishes.

She was at the sink, scrubbing spoons and depositing them in the dish drainer, and I came up behind her and started kissing her neck.

She moaned into it, letting me press into her backside, letting me run my hands over her hips.

Her hands faltered on the spoons, and I whispered to her that she better keep at the washing, there, that if she wanted to stay here, she would have to earn her keep.

She laughed, going back to scrubbing. "I see how it is. Now that you have a woman around to do all the domestic tasks, I can be your Cinderella, and you guys can watch football and get beer bellies while I wait on you hand and foot."

"That's it exactly," I said, reaching up to cup one of her breasts. "Yes, you're here for domestic servitude. Glad we understand each other."

She gasped as I began to toy with her nipple through her shirt.

Paladin came over from wiping down the table and tossed the rag into the sink. "Look at you two," he said, voice coy. "You look nice together. You think that, Kestrel?"

Kestrel was scrubbing down the stove. He didn't look up from the dried-on splatters he was working at. "I mean, she looks good on your dicks, yeah, if that's what you mean."

"You want to be on my dick, Clementine?" I said into her ear, my voice low. I started to peel down the jogging pants she was wearing. She didn't have anything on underneath them.

She gasped. "Oh, shit, right here?"

"Keep washing the dishes," said Paladin casually, reaching into his own pants to stroke himself.

I bared her and I undid my zipper. Fuck, I was hard for her, so fucking hard.

She moaned as I slid my cock in against her pussy. I rocked the tip of myself up against her clit and she cried out.

"Like that?" I breathed in her ear.

"Keep washing the dishes," said Paladin lazily. "You're slacking there, Clementine."

"What the fuck are you guys even doing?" said Kestrel.

"Going to run a train on her, bend her over the sink," said Paladin in a husky voice. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Clementine, each of us in succession, one cock shoving in as soon as one of us flags?"

She let out a high-pitched sound.

I rocked back off her clit and she was gushing wet, maybe from whatever Paladin had just said, maybe from my cockhead rubbing her clit, maybe from a combination. I speared her little wet hole, pushing all the way inside, filling her up.

She arched her back and let out a breathy cry.

"Wash," said Paladin idly.

I fucked her.

She tried to wash the dishes, but she was way too distracted, which I didn't mind at all, I had to admit. She clutched the lip of the sink, letting out unbridled noises as I went at her.

Kestrel came in close to me. "Hey," he breathed. "Maybe we, uh, maybe we stop coming in her pussy?"

I shot him a look and nodded. "Good call." I turned to Paladin. "You hear that? We pull out in her pussy, okay?"

"Okay," said Paladin.

"Lube her ass," said Kestrel, his voice urgent.

"Right," I breathed. "Going to slip my tip in your ass, sweet Clementine, and come in you there, okay? That good, sweet girl?"

"Oh," she groaned. "Oh, yes, does that mean I get Kestrel there?"

"You want me there?" said Kestrel in a rough voice.

"I want all of you in all my holes," she breathed.

Fuck, that tipped me over the edge. I yanked my glistening cock out of her pussy and pushed the tip of my cock into her tight, unyielding ass. Maybe too far in, because she let out a surprised yell, but I was too far gone at that point. Her tight little hole gripped the most sensitive part of my cock and I emptied myself into her.

I kissed her jaw, and she turned her face to meet my lips. I held her there, still coming inside her, kissing her hard.

I probably would have just stayed like that indefinitely, but Kestrel pushed me out of the way, turning her to face Paladin, and started to slip his fingers into her ass, spreading my come around in her there. I liked that, liked that it was my semen he was using to lube her, liked that I staked my claim in her body that way. I kept kissing her.

Paladin kissed her, too, and since his mouth was there, that meant he just started kissing me.

I didn't mind kissing Paladin. Hell, I had a tenderness for Paladin, a love for him, that was entirely about the fact that he spent half his nights in my bed. I kissed him, half in relief, because I realized I'd been thinking it would stop now, that he wouldn't want to be with me in that way now that we had a woman. Hell, maybe I hadn't thought I'd want him in that way anymore either, but I did. I loved Paladin. I wanted Paladin.

I found myself yanking at his pants, pulling at his button and zipper, getting him out. His hand was there, toying with himself. We both toyed with him together, kissing each other, kissing her, and then he let me take over and stroke him as he put his hands on Clementine.

"Want you to come before I fuck you," said Paladin to her. "Before Kestrel fucks you. Will you do that, Clementine, will you come for your mates?"

She sighed, shutting her eyes, surrendering to Paladin's fingers. "Oh, Paladin, that's good, that's so good."

"Need to be such a good girl and come right on my fingers," said Paladin. "Then you get two cocks as a reward."

She groaned, kissing both of us fervently.

Kestrel's mouth came around to kiss her too.

Paladin kissed Kestrel also, and Kestrel liked that. He opened his eyes and found me looking at him.

We just stared at each other, because… it was never like that with us. It was me on Paladin and him on Paladin, even if we both happened to be there at the same time.

So I don't know why I did it, but I did. I kissed him, full on the mouth, and he made this sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a sob and opened his mouth to let in my tongue.

And then Clementine was coming, but we only knew because Paladin started praising her in this hushed little voice. "Oh, fuck that's right, I feel you, sweet girl. Just like that for me, just exactly like that."

She wheezed, pushing at his fingers, saying, "Too much, too much."

Paladin picked her up, hands under her ass, lifted her up on his cock. He pushed into her as she groaned, and I helped support her, and Kestrel bracketed her at the back. He had three fingers buried in her ass.

"That's your first cock," Paladin said to her. "That good, sweetheart?"

"So good," she panted. "Thank you, Paladin, thank you."

"No, thank you ," said Paladin. "Thank you for this sweet, little wet pussy." He kissed her shoulder and looked up at Kestrel. "She ready? Because I did promise her two cocks if she came for us."

"Yeah, I think she is," said Kestrel, but he was spitting on his fingers, trying to make sure his cock was lubed enough.

I went down on my knees and took him into my mouth, not sucking him, just depositing as much saliva as I could all up ond down the length of him. When I pulled off, a little string stretched out to my lips and snapped. His erection was gleaming. He had, you know, a pretty cock, actually.

"Thanks," said Kestrel, looking down at me.

"Yeah, no problem." I got up.

Kestrel slid his cock into Clementine's ass.

She cried out.

"Fuck," he breathed, working his way all the way into her. "Fuck, your little asshole is so tight and perfect, Clem."

"It is," I agreed. "But she's perfect everywhere."

"True," said Kestrel, kissing her temple. He and Paladin were holding her up between them, rocking into her in the front and the back. "Fucking her is bliss, pure bliss."

"Yes," I agreed.

"Very much yes," said Paladin, eyes closed as he thrust into her .

"I need all of you," said Clementine, her voice strained. "I need three cocks. I just do. I don't know if that makes me greedy or selfish or—"

"Perfect," I countered. "It makes you perfect."

"It makes you ours," groaned Kestrel.

"I can feel your cock rubbing me, Kestrel," said Paladin.

"Yeah, fuck yeah," breathed Kestrel. "Fuck yeah."

"You want to come again, baby girl?" I said to Clementine, worming my fingers down to find her clit.

She let out a keening cry. "Oh, Lazarus, shit."

"I think she wants to come," said Paladin, grinning.

"Make her come, Lazarus," said Kestrel to me in a labored voice. "Make our pretty mate come."

"I need all of you," said Clementine. "All of you doing exactly this, over and over, don't stop, please, please , don't stop."

So, we didn't stop.

And she came more than once before Kestrel filled her ass with his release and Paladin pulled out to spatter her breasts and belly. And I was worked up again, and that point, and I jerked off on her too.

Sticky, sloppy, we kissed each other for a long time.

Until we remembered that we had not finished washing the dishes.