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A lone potted plant sits in the corner of Saria and Kristen’s shared apartment. Muelsyse had gotten it for them as an anniversary present a few months ago, telling them that it would help lighten the place up. She examined it now, taking a leaf into her hand and gently rubbing it, a smile breaking out across her face as she realised how well taken care of it had been. She wondered who’d been taking responsibility for tending to it.
Hm. Well, no sense wasting time wondering about it, especially when there was an overly excited Vouivre hottie that she needed to be taking care of. Muelsyse hopped back up to her feet, making her way through the apartment, into the bathroom to collect a towel and then the kitchen to fill up a glass of water. She’d been here often enough to know her way around just fine, even if it had been a little while now since they’d last spent a night together.
With supplies in hand she slipped into the apartment’s bedroom, where Saria had retreated once the next wave of her heat kicked in. That was all well and good, rest was important after all, but Muelsyse did want to make sure she was well taken care of and not just suffering alone. So far she'd managed to get her to eat a little bit, some porridge she picked up on the trip over thinking that it would be easy enough to stomach, and now it was time for the next step in her master plan.
Inside the room, Saria was curled in on herself, eyes tightly shut and body so still Muelsyse thought for a second that she might’ve already fallen asleep. She was still stirring though, shifting a little at a time as if it was impossible for her to get properly comfortable, and so Muelsyse made her way closer, sitting gently on the edge of the bed and smiling softly.
“Hey,” Muelsyse kept her voice barely above a whisper, but Saria's eye cracked open to look at her all the same. “How're you feeling now?”
“Fine.”
She couldn't help but chuckle at the obvious lie. “Well, you look miserable.”
Saria didn't say anything back, and so Muelsyse began to towel off the sweat that was accumulating across her body, starting with her forehead and moving down. It was impossible to miss the occasional tremors that ran through her from the contact, even as she shifted about in an effort to hide them.
“Is it usually this bad?” Muelsyse tossed the now soiled towel over by the door, then lifted the glass of water to Saria's lips, helping her to take small sips.
“No.” Saria only answered once the glass was empty. “Or… when I was younger, getting my first few heats, I remember those being bad. But as I got older, and started taking estrogen, they levelled out.”
Muelsyse hummed. Honestly, she didn't know much about Vouivre biology, what their heat cycles usually looked like, what could affect them. She'd need to do some research when she got the time. Still, she could speculate. “Stress related, maybe? Too much work, not enough play?”
Saria just groaned, then rolled over to face the wall. “I'll discern the reasons behind this another time. Don't bother yourself by trying to figure it out.”
“Ah, of course.” Muelsyse sat there for a few more moments, twiddling her thumbs. “Well… I guess the thing you need right now is rest. I can leave you to it, unless there's anything else?”
The room was silent for just long enough that Muelsyse began to think Saria fell asleep already, but just when she went to rise to her feet to leave, Saria's tail slips over towards her and wraps around her wrist. There's more silence after that, but Muelsyse waits patiently, until finally, “I understand you may have responsibilities to attend to… but if possible, I believe it may… help with my comfort if you were to stay here.”
Muelsyse's heart practically skipped a beat. She supposes that's the closest she'll ever get to an earnest request for cuddles, but really, how cute. It was so precious seeing someone like Saria get all embarrassed.
“Of course,” she answered gently, kicking her shoes off and properly laying down in the bed beside Saria.
Saria remains still for approximately half a second before rolling over and wrapping Muelsyse up in a slightly too tight embrace. It was nice, though, with powerful arms, legs, and tail all securely around her, and Saria's face buried into the crook of her neck. The horns made that a little uncomfortable, but she could manage.
She began trailing her hand up and down Saria's back in long, slow, soothing strokes. Eventually, Saria's breathing evened out, became soft, and tension drained out of her body as she succumbed to the siren song of sleep. Muelsyse let her eyes drift shut then, too, deciding that a little rest didn't sound so bad.
~~~
One of Muelsyse sat out in the apartment’s living room, skimming through an article on Vouivre heats. So far in her research, she'd found a dearth of actual information, dozens of clickbaity articles, and a few pieces of erotic fiction that she'd bookmarked for later. Thankfully, from what she'd been able to gather from the few good sources she'd located, it didn't seem like Saria's condition was a cause for any major concern, not a sign of illness or anything, and instead likely just a result of stress and overwork as she'd suspected.
She briefly shifted her attention back over to the bedroom, the her that was there still held firmly in place, and confirmed that Saria was still resting relatively peacefully. Looking good.
At first she'd allowed herself to get a little sleep too, for a few hours at least, but eventually duty called, and she'd had to make a clone to start getting things done. First was sending in those approval forms Kristen had asked for, best not to forget that and earn herself a scolding. Luckily that was an easy, if repetitive, task that she could handle from her laptop.
Once that was finally done, she started to think about making something for dinner. This process was complicated slightly when she opened the fridge and saw that it was almost completely empty.
That felt a little strange. Saria was the type who could live off of generic brand energy bars without complaint, but surely Kristen would be buying groceries for the two of them regularly. Then again, she had been getting busier and busier with things at Rhine lately, but…
Whatever the case, Muelsyse elected to make a brief trip to the nearest store for some dinner ingredients. Nothing fancy, just a simple vegetable stir fry, should be easy enough for Saria to eat once she woke up.
With that trip done, she'd set about cooking, left the finished product simmering on the stovetop, and now here she was. It was starting to get late now, and Kristen should be arriving any minute. Assuming she hadn't been held up by anything, at least.
And then… Muelsyse supposed she would leave, let Kristen take over looking after Saria. That was how it was, after all. The two of them were impossibly close, had been since before she even met them. She, meanwhile…
She didn't really know how she fit into the whole relationship. She really liked them both, loved them if she were feeling honest enough to admit it. But how did they both see her? Just a hanger on, a third to spice things up in the bedroom every now and again? Ugh.
Don't think about it. Not right now, at least. She shook her head a little in an effort to dispel those thoughts, and focused back in on the article she'd been reading earlier.
~~~
As it turned out, Kristen had indeed been held up by something, because it wasn't until another hour and a half had passed that she walked into the apartment.
At that point Muelsyse was in the midst of dividing the stirfry she'd made into containers and putting them into the fridge for whenever dinner ended up happening, so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't actually hear the door. It wasn't until Kristen stepped up behind her and pulled her into a tight hug that she realised, her body jolting noticeably with surprise.
If Kristen noticed, and she almost certainly did, she didn't comment. “It's been quite a day,” despite this, her voice didn't carry any notes of exhaustion, instead just sounding satisfied,“I'd imagine a bit less productive for you than it was for me, though.”
Muelsyse did her best to look relaxed, spinning around to smile cheekily up at Kristen. “I finished everything I needed to have done.”
“Is that so?” Kristen smiled back, radiant amidst the low light. “And how is Saria?”
“Apparently this heat’s been hitting her a lot harder than usual. She's trying to sleep it off for now, but I'm not sure if it's helping.”
“Hm. Inconvenient. Well, only one thing for it.” Kristen paused, looked intently at Muelsyse for a few moments, then dipped her head down to capture her lips in a short kiss. When she pulled back, she smiled slyly. “Is the real you in with her now?”
“Oh, yeah,” Muelsyse rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, “She just wanted someone to hold onto while she was napping. Once we wake her up I can get out of your hair.”
Kristen quirked an eyebrow. “Why would you do that? I'm sure Saria would prefer you to stick around. Speaking of, let's go see her.” With that, she span around in a whirl of golden hair, leaving the clone Muelsyse behind as she headed for the bedroom.
Muelsyse took the opportunity to dismiss her clone, switching her focus back to the real her just in time for Kristen to walk in. She gave a small wave as Saria, apparently sensing something, began to stir against her, eyes slowly opening.
“Kristen?”
“I'm here now.” Kristen took a seat on the edge of the bed, beside them both. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” Saria answered automatically, her voice sluggish and thick. It's pretty obvious to everyone in the room that her heat has still not abated in the slightest.
Kristen looked at Muelsyse, giving a small roll of her eyes at the answer. “Of course you are.”
Muelsyse took this opportunity to slip out of Saria's grasp, excusing herself from the room in order to get some water for Saria. Better to let the two of them speak alone for a bit.
When she returned, Kristen had moved up into the bed, now laying pressed up to Saria's side. Saria, meanwhile, was flushed bright red, something that was not alleviated at all by the water Muelsyse gave her (though she chugged it down gratefully all the same). She looked so needy, so desperate…
With that task done, Muelsyse took a step back, and then hesitated. She… wanted to stay, but it felt hard to know if there was really room for her. Before she could say anything, make any excuses, though, Kristen spoke up.
“Muelsyse. Assuming you don't have any urgent business to attend to, I was just discussing with Saria some things you might be able to do to help her alleviate this heat. Can you spare the time to help?”
The implication was pretty obvious, and despite her worries Muelsyse found herself nodding mutely.
“Great! In that case, would you strip for us?”
It's always so hard to say no when Kristen asks her for anything. Maybe that was just the kind of powerful charisma you needed to run a place like Rhine Labs. Still, in spite of her worries it wasn't as if she was particularly inclined to refuse. She wanted to be a part of this. Badly. She started by shrugging off her coat, letting it fall to the ground with a mute thud. Then, she had the thought that she should probably be trying to make this look a little sexier, and so turned around, slowly swaying her butt from side to side as she located the zip and let her skirt, and then her panties, fall down her legs.
Her top joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and when she turned back round she saw Kristen leaned down to Saria, whispering in her ear. Saria’s gaze, meanwhile, was fixed firmly on her, unblinking and with eyes fully dilated. It sent a little shiver down her spine as she unhooked her bra, and left herself completely bare.
Kristen laughed at something, Muelsyse didn't know what, before sitting up and slowly pulling back the sheet that had been covering Saria, revealing both her beautiful body and her very impressive arousal. Muelsyse tried not to stare but. Wow. Every time she saw it, it left her feeling a little out of breath.
“Tell her what you want, Saria.” As she spoke, Kristen settled a hand on Saria's tail, gently stroking it, occasionally giving it a small tug.
Saria groaned softly, her eyes still locked on Muelsyse. “Would you… ride me?” her voice was scratchy, hoarse, and so unbelievably hot.
Muelsyse could feel the blush spring up on her cheeks as she nodded in a way that she hoped didn't seem too desperately eager. Kristen smiled at her, beckoned her over while helping Saria to roll onto her back. Soon Muelsyse was straddling her, feeling herself grow wetter and wetter as she looked down at Saria's erect member standing right in front of her.
“Go on,” Kristen was behind her now, whispering into her ear, “Take it all.” As she spoke, Kristen slipped a hand round to grasp Saria's member, guiding it to tease against Muelsyse's entrance, making them both shudder with anticipation.
Slowly, Muelsyse shifts forward and lowers herself down Saria's length, a groan escaping her lips as she takes in inch after inch.
“She's a big girl, isn't she?” Kristen's voice is breathless and soft. “Can you feel her stretching you?”
She can. Even having just taken Saria inside her earlier that day, it still feels like so much. Being the one in control, deliberately filling herself as opposed to just being aggressively rutted into, somehow only makes it more intense.
Below, Saria's face is torn between pleasure and concern. “Muelsyse, are you okay?” Her voice is so strained, and it's obvious to all of them that she's battling the instinct to start thrusting.
“I'm fine, I'm fine.” It is a little painful, but at the same time so good, so enticing. She gives a small, experimental roll of her hips, and beneath her Saria groans long and low. “You feel so good inside me.”
Kristen laughed at that, then settled her hands on Muelsyse's hips and began to coax her into more small motions. Just a little up, then a little down, easing a touch deeper every time, feeling Saria's length rubbing against her insides. It left her mind all warm and fuzzy, bursts of static obliterating lingering worries.
Saria clapped a hand over her own mouth, failing entirely to muffle the moan that leaked out of her. It seemed her self control was finally wearing thin, as with that she began to rock up into Muelsyse, hitting deeper, and harder.
It was so good, and yet only left Muelsyse wanting more. She picked up her speed, bouncing up and down Saria's member, her own moans now joining Saria's and filling the room. Dimly, she was aware of the fact that Kristen's hand had slipped round to find her clit, rubbing firm circles around it, electrifying her body.
Before she knew it, she was cumming, tremors of pleasure rocking through her, and yet she forced herself to keep moving, to keep letting Saria thrust deep into her. She felt so sensitive, even the smallest motions leaving fireworks dancing across her vision, and part of her was left wondering if she'd been cumming for a surprisingly long time, or if all of this had pushed her into a second immediately after her first.
Regardless, when she finally felt that powerful body beneath her tense up and then release, it came as a small relief. Warmth bloomed inside her, and she practically collapsed down on top of Saria as the two of them basked in the feeling, both shaking with the waves of orgasm, the sheens of sweat coating their bodies beginning to mix together as they slowly settled down.
As they lay there, catching their breaths and letting strength return, Kristen smiled down at them both. She said something about it “always being nice to see her girls having fun,” though Muelsyse's head was a bit too fuzzy to properly process it. That went doubly so when Kristen started to gently rub her back, a sensation that was so soothing she almost fell asleep right then and there.
Coherent thought returned to Muelsyse eventually, however, and she glanced up to Kristen with a small smile of her own.
“How was that?” was the question that greeted her.
Well, that was too embarrassing to answer straight up, even for her. She settled for burying her face into Saria's shoulder before speaking, her words muffled but still clearly audible. “It was good.”
“And you, Saria?”
“Good.” Muelsyse could perfectly imagine the embarassed blush Saria was wearing as she mumbled. “Uhm. Very good, even.”
Cute as it was to let Saria struggle, Muelsyse elected to save her, glancing back up to Kristen. “Do you…?” she trailed off, but waggled her eyebrows with as much energy as she could muster just in case the implication wasn't clear.
“Oh, don't worry about me, Saria is the one we're trying to take care of, after all.” Ah, yeah. In the midst of all that, Muelsyse briefly forgot the entire reason she was here. “Still, I think she might need a little more before she's properly tapped out. Let me grab something.”
Muelsyse took this opportunity to slide off of Saria's member, an involuntary shiver running through her body as she adjusted to the empty feeling. Speaking of Saria, she groaned at the loss of contact, then pulled Muelsyse into a tight embrace.
A moment later she seemed to think better of this, sheepishly relaxing her hold. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
“You really need to stop worrying about me, dummy. Just focus on feeling good.”
“Ah, well… it definitely was good,” Saria admitted for the second time, so adorably shy. “You feel amazing.”
Muelsyse couldn't help but blush, even if it was just the heat talking. “Well, like I told Kristen, it was good for me too.” She took the opportunity to press a small kiss to Saria's cheek, just as Kristen re-entered the room.
“I knew I left this thing somewhere,” she declared triumphantly, holding a strap-on in one hand, and a small bottle of clear lube in the other. Without wasting a moment, she began to fit the harness onto herself while tossing the bottle to Muelsyse. “Get her ready, would you?”
Muelsyse's reflexes were dull enough that the bottle ended up hitting her in the face, though it was more embarrassing than painful. Sitting up, she squeezed a bit of the lube out onto her hand, then looked down at Saria. The poor thing was visibly growing hard again, her eyes deeply eager as they flicked back and forth between Muelsyse and Kristen. Very cute.
“You ready?”
Saria nodded, then shifted about and spread her legs, exposing herself fully. Muelsyse trailed her lube coated fingers down one of those beautifully muscular thighs, probing about until she located Saria's entrance. Her body was so hot, a wonderful contrast to the feeling of the cold lube.
Unsurprisingly, Saria gasped, that gasp quickly turning into a soft moan when Muelsyse's fingers gently rubbed at her ass, and then pushed inside her.
“It's okay, just relax,” Muelsyse whispered, doing her best to soothe even as she began to scissor her fingers, gradually stretching Saria out. It was clearly a lot, and Saria ended up clinging to her as she did her work. “Good girl.”
“She is, isn't she?” Kristen, now strapped up, sidled up to them both, borrowing the lube bottle to properly prepare herself. “Good, and beautiful, and so strong.”
Muelsyse hummed in agreement, even as Saria groaned loudly. Apparently being praised was even harder for her to handle than being fingered. “Don't… tease me.” she managed to mumble, looking up at them both pleadingly.
Ah, that just made warmth bloom across Muelsyse's chest. It was truly special to get to see Saria like this.
Kristen now began to line herself up with Saria's entrance, and Muelsyse began to ease her fingers out, scissoring them wide one last time to ensure she was well and truly ready. And then, she pulled out, and a split second later Kristen pushed in.
Saria gasped and moaned, a sound that was simultaneously absolutely filthy and wonderfully musical. That sound only grew in intensity as Kristen began rocking her hips in small, shallow thrusts. She wasn't going deep, but that was probably ideal, judging by the reactions Muelsyse suspected she was hitting Saria's prostate.
Muelsyse took this opportunity to shift up the bed and gently cuddle Saria, pressing soothing kisses to her chest, shoulders, and neck. Trying to help her relax, to bask in the sensation and not worry about anything. The secondary benefit to this was that it gave her a great view of everything else that was happening.
Kristen was still thrusting in an impressively steady rhythm, holding onto Saria's thighs and using that leverage to lift her up just a touch, ensuring she got the perfect angle. Saria's arousal from all this was plain to see, her length almost looking painfully hard as it rocked with each thrust.
“Good girl, you take me so well,” Kristen's voice was thick with arousal of her own, cheeks flushed and sweat soaking her bangs.
That just makes Muelsyse conscious of the matching warmth returning between her own legs. She does her best to ignore that for now, though, instead trailing a hand down Saria's chest, taking her member in her dainty fingers, and beginning to stroke her in time with Kristen's thrusts. She adds her voice to the praise too, whispering into Saria's ear, “Doing so well, so beautiful.”
Saria panted and moaned, and eventually managed to gasp out, “Kristen, Muelsyse, please!” She seemed almost overstimulated, everything she was experiencing serving to truly overwhelm her stoic facade.
It didn't take long, then, before she began to cum. There wasn't much left in her, from the looks of it, a splash of milky liquid landing on her own stomach, and a little more dribbling down onto Muelsyse's fingers. You wouldn't guess that she was practically spent from the sounds she made, though, somewhere between a mewl and a yowl tearing out of her throat as she rocked and trembled and squeezed Muelsyse for dear life.
Kristen gave a satisfied smile, gradually slowing her thrusts, easing off as Saria rode out the orgasm, until finally they were both still. From there, she withdrew, quickly removing the strap and tossing it aside before moving to lay with them both. As soon as she lay down, Saria, almost as if on reflex, unfurled an arm from Muelsyse and wrapped it around her, holding them both tight as she struggled to catch her breath. They all lay quietly for a time, just relaxing, enjoying being so close.
“Well,” Kristen was the first to speak up, “That was quite a workout.”
Muelsyse giggled. “I think we'll need to change the bedsheets.”
“And shower.”
“A long shower.”
“Not-” Saria's voice was croaky and thick with exhaustion as she struggled to speak up. “Not yet, though. I want… to hold you both a bit longer.”
At that, a smile broke out on Muelsyse's face, warm and genuine. When she looked over, Kristen was wearing a matching one, something that only made her happier.
“Yeah. For as long as you want.”