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“Having fun?” a hand on her lower back catches her attention as she spits the mouthwash into the sink after thoroughly rinsing,
“Yeah,” she turns around with a smile, enjoying the gentle touch, “it’s nice to let myself go,” she kisses Dorothea softly, pressing her body into hers, “I assume you’ve come to call dibs on me?”
“Am I that obvious,” she chuckles, her hand slipping down and cupping her arse, “though we don’t need to wait for the game to finish, we could go back to my room now…”
“I’m enjoying the game,” Ingrid smirks, “but, Edelgard has already made her claim,” she tilts her head to the side and reveals the mark on her neck,
“I can see that,” Dorothea giggles, running a hand across her chest, cupping a breast, “then allow me to make mine,” she brings her mouth to Ingrid’s neck, making her hiss as she leaves a mark on the other side, “so perfect, I can’t wait to get you all alone and make up for all those nights your insecurity stole away from us,” they kiss again and Ingrid finds herself against the counter, she hops up onto it, wrapping her legs around Dorothea’s waist as they kiss.
When they’re lips part she realises Annette is taking a photo of them, “This is all going on the group ladies,” she winks before sauntering off,
“Let’s join the others,” Dorothea smiles, blushing slightly as Ingrid untangles her legs and slips off the counter.
Dorothea then hands her a bottle of beer which had been left out for the and she takes a long swig, realising her throat was rather parched. She checks her phone and takes a moment to look at everything that’s been posted, not just her dares had been documented, Petra mouthing at Edelgard’s bra covered chest was there, Byleth opening that same bra with her teeth and plenty other intimate moments were also documented. Since the image of Marianne had been posted Hapi had posted a picture of Constance tied to the bed, Mercedes had Lysithea bent over a counter, fucking her from behind with a fist of white hair and a naked, pregnant Bernie was on her knees, cradling her belly as she sucks Leonie off.
“Right then,” Edelgard places some toys in the middle of the circle, “I’ve got us a strap, a dildo, a bullet vibe, a wand, a ribbon and a cane, as well as the blindfold and some rope, are we all ready to continue?”
“Give me a minute, Dorothea smiles, taking some pictures of Annette and Petra who were making out and getting very handsy with each other, Ingrid feels a pang of lust as Petra possessively gropes the ginger haired girl’s rear, “I’ve set those two up together tonight,” Dorothea whispers to Ingrid, “that means I can have you all to myself.”
Ingrid grins and finishes the beer, somewhere between putting it on the counter and making her way back towards the group she ends up with her back flat on the sofa as Dorothea pins her down and kisses her as though her life depends on it. She’s not going to complain, eagerly kissing Thea back and moaning into her mouth as she senses someone filming them.
“Come on ladies,” Ingrid jumps as an echoing slap reaches her ears and Dorothea yelps. Her eyes open and Byleth is grinning down at them, massaging Dorothea’s arse, “time to play again.”
The share a parting touch of lips before Dorothea helps her up. She looks around at her friends, all naked save for Byleth who was still wearing an apron, “I’ve got a second strap,” Edelgard smiles and adds it to the pile of toys, “I believe we were going to strap-roast out newest player at some point,” Ingrid blushes, other than being on her hands and knees for Thea she had no idea who she wanted to use her mouth on anymore,
“We are being lucky Thea was not swiping the first strap to be fucking Ingrid on the couch, I am not seeing her being this turned on in sex club before,”
“We are,” Annette giggles, kissing Petra’s cheek.
“Places ladies,” Byleth smiles, sitting beside the toys and placing the bottle down once more.
Annette is first to spin and Ingrid watches it roll before it comes to a halt on Dorothea, “Dare,” she answers before the question can be asked,
“I dare you to post a nude on a social media of your choice,” Dorothea smiles and passes the redhead her phone,
“Get my good side,” she grins and Ingrid can’t help but think every side of her is a good side.
Dorothea strikes a pose, hands behind her head, legs spread, everything on display and so effortlessly sexy before she takes the phone back, taps the screen a few time and shows the group a public post of her naked body and Ingrid immediately wonders why she wasn’t already following Dorothea on that site despite the fact she didn’t have an account not recognise the platform the picture was now sitting on. She makes a mental note to ask tomorrow morning and watches the next spin.
“Edie!” Dorothea smiles,
“Truth, before things get too out of hand,”
“Awww,” Dorothea pouts, “what’s the dirtiest thing Byleth has ever whispered to you when making love?” Edelgard immediately goes scarlet,
“I pass,”
“Oh?” Dorothea grins, “ladies, what shall we have her do?”
“I want her to fuck herself with a dildo while we all take turns sitting on her face,” Annie is the first to make a suggestion,
“I am also being happy with that, though I am thinking she should also be having herself blindfolded,” Petra seconds,
“And if she doesn’t guess correctly you get another turn,” Byleth smiles, knowing she would likely be the only one Edelgard would manage to guess,
“And if she makes one of us come they get to whip her,” Annette continues,
“And if she makes herself come…” Dorothea ponders, looking at Ingrid, “thoughts?”
“Uhhh… we start again?” It’s the only thing she can think of but the other four girls seem happy with that suggestion and Dorothea reveals her punishment in full.
Seconds later Edelgard is laying blindfolded between them, a dildo in her cunt, Dorothea riding her face while Annette times thirty seconds.
Ingrid doesn’t realise she’s touching herself as she watches Dorothea’s chest rise and fall, a face a picture of ecstasy but before she can lose herself the timer bings and Dorothea removes herself from Edelgard’s mouth.
“Thea,” the white haired woman answers after a second,
“Damn,” Dorothea mutters under her breath, “you got me,”
“Mmmmmmm,” Edelgard hums, back arching as she fucks herself, licking her lips as Annette swaps with Dorothea.
Ingrid still finds her eyes stuck on the other woman though her fingers manage to resist playing with herself this time.
“Ingrid,” Edelgard guesses before Annette corrects her and Edelgard moans about how good she tasted.
Byleth goes next and Ingrid laments the fact she’s still wearing an apron. As predicted Edelgard immediately guesses correctly and Byleth hungrily kisses her, taking control of the dildo for a few thrusts which makes Edelgard whimper and her back arch.
Petra takes her turn next and there was frankly no way in hell Edelgard wasn’t guessing her. In her usual dialect she had moaned Edelgard’s praises, giving the white haired woman an easy guess.
Ingrid goes to take her place, her knees trembling as she steps but suddenly Annette takes her by the arm, and shakes her head. Confused Ingrid opens her mouth to argue that her turn had already been but she’s shushed, Annette then points to herself, Edelgard and the gestures for Ingrid to go after her, winking and smirking as she lowers herself onto Edelgard’s moaning lips.
Watching Annette closely and frowning that her turn had been skipped she can’t help but feel a little bit insecure, feeling as though the other girl’s didn’t trust her as none of them had rushed to her defence, it was only when Annette had dismounted with a mischievous grin and Edelgard had guessed did she understand the scheme.
“And Ingrid… well four out of five is pretty good, get back on my face Annie and we can get back to the game,”
“I’ve just been on your face,” Annette giggles and Edelgard scowls, clearly not appreciating being tricked.
Ingrid had gone from annoyed with the redhead to thankful as she now realised there was no pressure on her. Despite that her knees still shakes as she lowers herself to Edelgard’s lips, slowly, delicately, hot air puffing against her folds as Edelgard’s hips jolt due to her self pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” she throws her head back and moans as the flat of a tongue glides through her slick sex, stroke after stroke she shudders, feeling an orgasm coming over her very quickly before a timer beeps and the tongue retracts and she finds herself moving away.
“Mmmm, I can’t wait to taste you again,” Edelgard purrs, “assuming that was actually Ingrid this time,”
“It was,” Dorothea smiles and kisses the prone girl on the lips, “now try not to finish Annie off too quickly or things are going to get very sore for you.”
Edelgard heeds the warning and guesses Annette correctly at the third time of asking, “Fuck, great forfeit girls, if one more of you would’ve gone I’d have finished,”
“I bet,” Byleth smiles and snatches the toy away, sucking it clean and moaning at her girlfriend’s taste, “spin again Thea.”
She does and this time it lands on Byleth who winks, “Truth,”
“What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever said to Edie?” She smirks and Edelgard’s face turns a deep, dark crimson, her eyes locking onto and shooting daggers at Dorothea,
“You’re going to be my wife one day but even then you’ll still moan like a common whore for my fingers, I’m going to bend you over the altar and let everyone see just how desperate you are moments before I claim you as my wife,” Byleth recites and Edelgard looks slightly crestfallen, “she came harder than I’ve ever seen her come before, so deschevelled and pretty for me,”
“Naughty,” Dorothea smirks, “though I’m not sure why you didn’t just tell us that Edie, unless you wanted us all to ride your face,
“I can’t wait for the wedding,” Annette grins, “that sounds hot as hell,”
“I am agreeing with Annette, I am hoping to see many public displays of indecency on your wedding date,”
“Some of those will be us love,” Dorothea grins.
There’s a moment's silence before Byleth takes the bottle and spins it, watching as it lands on Petra, “Dare,” Petra smiles excitedly,
“Wipe that frown off my future wife’s face and finish her off,” she commands and Ingrid watches as Petra grips Edelgard’s ankles, drags her into the middle of the circle and attaches her mouth to her sex.
Seconds later Edelgard cries out and comes undone in Petra’s mouth who shares her taste with her, the two losing themselves in each other for a long moment before they rejoin the circle where Byleth apologetically kisses her wife.
Petra spins the bottle and Ingrid feels exhilarated when it lands on her, “Dare,” she smiles, yet feels pressure creeping over her,
“Be picking two of us to be strap roasting you until you are orgasming,”
“Thea,” she answers after a second of pretending to contemplate, “and uh,” she looks at Edelgard who has retreated to the kitchen for a glass of water and a snack, “you Petra.”
It feels right, after all the two of them were close and if Ingrid was planning to spend tonight in Dorothea’s bed, it was only fair to let them share her now.
She feels her heart begin to race as the two women step into the harnesses and secure them, the faux cocks bouncing as Dorothea applies a generous helping of lubricant to hers while Petra smears her with some of her own arousal, no doubt to enhance the taste.
She kneels, it feeling like the correct position to adopt to display her subservience to the two women about to take her.
Dorothea’s hand grips her hair and she finds herself being led to the middle of the circle and placed on all fours. She feels Dorothea kneel behind her, one hand still in her hair, the other taking her hip as she draws her back. In front of her Petra cups her chin and forces her to look up into her face.
Ingrid was mesmerised, the power, the beauty, how could gay men and straight women possibly exist when they shared a world with Petra, it was a mystery she’d never solve.
Her mouth obediently falls open and she accepts the silicone rod into her mouth, closing her lips around it and nearly gagging when she realises it’s a little too far down her throat, “Good girl,” Dorothea whispers in her ear and she realises the brown haired Goddess that she’s denied for so long is hovering over her, about to claim her.
She’s suddenly glad she bought that dildo when she was sixteen, using it as a replacement for the men she could never work out how to get back to her room. For the first time in her life she’s broken her hymen on a piece of plastic and was actually used to having the same material inside it, mainly for the saving grace of not bleeding everywhere when Dorothea finally took her.
“Are you ready?” Dorothea whispers,
“Yes,” she answers softly and arches her back, closing her eyes and holding her breath.
She moans as Dorothea slowly pushes inside, whispering soft words of encouragement as she inches forwards, her heart racing as she takes short, shallow breaths, the toy making her feel impossibly full without being uncomfortable.
She moans as Dorothea kisses her neck from behind, her hips now resting against her rear, “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like this,” Dorothea purrs, “now open that pretty little mouth and let Petra claim your throat.
Petra places it back in her mouth again and this time Ingrid slides her tongue around it, moaning as Dorothea begins to move her hips, slowly and carefully at first.
She realises the toy in her mouth was the same one Edelgard had been fucking her with, the taste driving her wild as she tries new ways to kiss and suck the phallus, all encouraged by Petra’s hand on her cheek and her words of encouragement.
“Do not be worrying about your mouth, I am not expecting you to be being good at sucking cock, be using your lips and tongue and be moving at your own pace.”
She moans around the toy in acknowledgment, Dorothea’s thrusts picking up their pace, that hand still in her hair which was driving her wild beyond belief. Her eyes fall closed and she finds her hips rocking back, the sound of herself getting fucked echoing around the flat.
“You’re so fucking desperate for me,” Dorothea growls and Ingrid nearly howls as a hand slips beneath her and plays with her clit, her hips rocking into the touch and her arms nearly giving out,
“Mmmmrrrrrgh,” she groans around the strap, using her arms to keep herself supported, hoping Dorothea understood her.
She did.
Ingrid continues to moans and whimper, Petra’s hips also start moving as her throat become used to the toy, her breathing automatically becomes focused through her nose and that hand in her hair keeps reminding her that this is where she belongs.
Dorothea’s other hand keeps dancing between her legs, up to her chest and skirting down her abdomen, feeling her body, learning it, making her crave even more, more than she was probably ready for.
“She’s so fucking close,” Dorothea gasps breathlessly, “she’s gonna fucking come all over my strap,” Ingrid realises she’s talking to Petra but she can feel a camera lingering on her.
Trusting her instinct she suddenly lunges forwards and tears the harness off Petra, the sudden buttons popping free as Ingrid spits it out. Before she can complain Ingrid’s hands take her waist and drag her forwards, her tongue extending and colliding with her sex.
Petra moans eagerly and there’s now three hands in Ingrid’s hair, all pulling and vying for control. She doesn’t care who wins, she groans into Petra’s cunt, making up for her complete ineptitude by covering as much of her sex as she could, tasting as much as she can taste.
She feels something inside her snap, as though a river has burst its banks. It’s a familiar sensation though it has never been this intense before, it’s never made her scream, it’s never made her arms and legs give out, it’s never made a heavy weight pin her to the floor and grind something deeper inside her.
It’s never made a group of women woop and cheer before and nobody has ever kissed her afterwards.
She comes to her senses and realises she’s kissing Petra as Dorothea holds her close from behind, still inside her but she’s now clutching her and panting deeply, holding her up. A camera comes into focus and she recognises Annette, she then sees Edelgard and Byleth, the smaller woman stood in front of her lover who’d clearly been fingering her from behind.
“Wow,” Dorothea grins and claims Ingrid’s lips, “that’s was, I mean you were…”
“Not bad for your first time,” Annette giggles, sending the video,
“Come on,” Edelgard gives her a hand up and Byleth supports her, “clean those toys up and we’ll get Ingrid a water.”
She watches as Annette hums a tune while cleaning the toys, sipping a glass of water between swigs of a fresh beer. Dorothea and Petra flank her, both drinking wine while keeping a hand on her body.
“I can’t wait to see your face the next time I do that,” Dorothea purrs seductively, “tonight I’m going to pin you down and have my way with you, kiss you and take my time, you looked so fucking pretty on your hands and knees for me, goddess, your back muscles turn me on way too much,” Ingrid blushes,
“I am also wanting to be strapping you,” Petra smiles, “I am wanting to be using your body for repayment, I was being surprised when you were eating me out,”
“Sorry,” Ingrid’s blush darkens,
“Do not be apologising, I am wanting you to eat me out whenever you are wanting to, please be getting between my legs now if it would please you.”
It would absolutely please her but Ingrid knows she’s going to get a chance to do that later. Legs still wobbling she finishes her drinks and head back to the circle.
“Alright, we need to give Ingrid a chance to cool down after that, no sex dares for her until she’s ready,” Byleth declares,
“I can give,” Ingrid defends herself, realising she’s said that way too quickly,
“Alright,” Byleth smiles, “spin when you’re ready.”
She spins and it lands on Edelgard who still looks a touch unhappy, “Dare,” she says in a monotone voice,
“Take Byleth’s apron off,” Ingrid speaks after a moment of thought, realising how much she despised that apron for hiding Byleth’s body from her, “with your teeth,” she adds at the end,
“and then kiss and make up with her,” Dorothea adds to the end of her dare but nobody objects.
Byleth stands up with a smile, taking her place before Ingrid. Edelgard gets up behind her, her hands travel beneath the apron, feeling her abdomen and her chest, lips dancing across her shoulders as she nibbles her way down Byleth’s spine to the bow tying the apron together.
It comes undone and Ingrid waits with bated breath to see Byleth in all her glory only to be disappointed when the apron comes loose but doesn’t fall away.
Edelgard skirts to her girlfriend’s side, shooting Ingrid a seductive look as her teeth find the thread around Byleth’s neck. The front of the apron shifts and reveals a generous breast, some of her glorious six pack and a messy tangle of wet, matted blueish green hair which made Ingrid’s mouth water as she imagines burying her face in it.
Edelgard coughs, getting her attention as she scrapes her teeth against Byleth’s neck, not making a very good effort of moving the apron string up and over her head, instead trying to devour her neck.
Byleth moans and suddenly Edelgard is in her arms and they’re on the floor, Edelgard on top as she hungrily kisses her soulmate, a thigh hiking up the apron as Byleth rocks her hips against it.
Any fatigue Ingrid was feeling for her release was gone as her and the other women move to get a better angle of the scene, Edelgard’s rare dominance on display as she has Byleth gasping and whimpering beneath her until with a cry of pain the apron is ripped away and Edelgard pulls her head back, the string around Byleth’s neck clearly bitten through.
“Sorry for sulking,” Edelgard smiles and kisses Byleth more chastley, “I should’ve told everyone, you were right, it’s really not that embarrassing that I came so quickly after you said those things to me,” they kiss again and Ingrid feels her heart grow, wondering if she could ever have a connection like this with anybody else, for the first time in her life actually wanting one.
“Well I think I speak for everyone that that was a fantastic dare Ingrid!” Annette smiles and pecks her on the cheek. Edelgard and Byleth sit hand in hand as the bottle spins again, landing on Annette.
“Truth,” she smiles, “we need to break up the incredibly sexy dares,”
“How many times have you thought of Ingrid while masturbating?” Edelgard winks and Ingrid flushes red again,
“Too many to count, whenever me and Mercie mutual we always imagine Ingrid catching us, walking in on us and submitting to us, when we used to do her makeup for her we’d always get extra handsy with her, then moan into each other’s mouths about how fucking hot she is while getting off.”
If Ingrid had found that out under any other context and on any other night where she hadn’t just been fucked by two of the most attractive people she knew she’d be furious. As it was she found herself surprisingly aroused by the admission.
“In total I have no idea how many times I’ve come to my mental image of Ingrid, all I know is it’s going to be a hell of a lot more after tonight.”
She smiles at Edelgard and spins, “Dorothea?”
“Truth, I could do with a bit of a cooldown too, strapping Ingrid was unfairly hot and I did nearly finish with her,”
“Who’s hotter, Petra or Ingrid?”
“That’s not a fair question,” Dorothea scowls, Petra raises an eyebrow and Ingrid feels her heart twitch as a icy dread spreads through her chest, “but Petra’s skin is significantly hotter to touch,” her scowl becomes a smirk and Ingrid feels the tension dissipate between her and Petra.
Dorothea quickly moves on and spins, the bottle landing on Petra, “Dare,”
“Kiss the most attractive part of each person’s body,” Petra smiles and nods.
First of all she kisses Dorothea’s lips, framing her face in gentle hands, “I would be kissing your heart but it would be problematic if I was removing it from your chest,” she moves to Byleth and pushes her down so she’s flat on her back. She straddles her and Ingrid can’t help but admire her waxed, glistening slit, the taste of it resurfacing in her mind as she watches Petra plant a long kiss to Byleth’s unkempt sex, “you are knowing I am addicted to eating you out,” she explains and moves to Edelgard, leaning down and pecking on small breast and then the other, “such paleness and smallness is much to my liking, you are are beauty I am not often seeing in Brigid but I must be admiring you when I can be.”
Ingrid realises she’s next and leans back, her legs spreading as she exposes herself to Petra whose eyes hungrily take in every inch of her, “You are also being of pale beauty,” she leans down and Ingrid moans, fingers clenching around nothing as her toned abdomen is peppered with hot, messy kisses, “your body is turning me on pleasure slave, I am admiring your strength,” Ingrid’s cunt leaks and she has no idea why Petra’s words turn her on so easily.
Petra finally kisses Annette, getting her on all fours and kisses both arse cheeks, “I am being lucky to be kissing three pale beauties in a row, though I am delighting in your rear Annie, as are all of us.”
Petra takes her seat, “I would be asking you all to kiss me but I am being unsure if that would be breaking the rules,”
“It would but I think we can all let it slide this once,” Byleth grins and the other four nod in agreement.
Dorothea goes first, choosing to also kiss Petra on the lips, hands tangling in her hair as she deepens it, pulling Petra against her body as they moan and move against each other.
Byleth goes next and moves behind her, running her lips across her the marks on her back and her arm, “I’ve been in love with them since you showed me,” she smiles and Edelgard takes over,
“I can’t really kiss your mind,” she blushes, “or drive, motivation, loyalty or friendship, you’re special to me Petra and your natural beauty is irrelevant to me,”
“You are being kind,” Petra smiles and takes Edelgard’s hand, “though I know my body is also turning you on, which part of it is turning you on most of all?” Edelgard blushes deeply and whispers something before awkwardly kissing Petra’s chest.
Ingrid moves across to her next and lays down between her legs, “Allow me to serve you, my queen,” she whispers and brings her mouth to Petra’s sex, slipping her tongue inside and allowing herself to taste Petra again, moaning against her sex as a hand fists in her hair and hips roll up into her mouth,
“You are being good pleasure slave,” Petra moans, “I will be using your mouth until my pleasure is turning into pain,” Ingrid mouths and slurps at her sex, in her mind the kiss couldn’t end until her lips cease contact.
Unfortunately for her a firm hand lands on her rear and she pulls away with a yelp, “Stop hogging her,” Annette grins before diving between Petra’s legs as Ingrid reluctantly retreats, licking her lips and savouring the lingering taste of the beautiful woman.
Petra smiles at Ingrid and spins, “Edelgard?” She asks as the bottle nearly lands on Ingrid again,
“Truth again, I’m still a little spent,”
“Are you and Byleth recording yourselves while you are making love?”
“No,” Edelgard shakes her head, “we’d like to but it’s not worth the risk, if that video got out Byleth would get sacked, we’ll film one after I’ve graduated and share it with all of you of course,”
“I am understanding,” Petra nods.
Edelgard spins again and Ingrid has to make a choice when it stops.
“Dare,” she answers, aware she’s not fully recovered from having Thea’s strap inside her but already wanting more,
“I believe you promised me and Byleth a show earlier today, I want you to put it on for us.”
It takes Ingrid a moment to recall the earlier truth before she makes her way to the centre of the circle, heart racing with excitement.