Chapter 4: Two Women and a Strapon
Embers still held their heat beneath the ash, a low crimson pulse that painted the cottage walls in shades of dried blood and old gold. The storm had passed sometime in the night. Now, thin grey light seeped through the stained-glass windows, fractured into blues and reds and sickly yellows that crawled across the furs like something alive.
Nokturna woke first.
She lay tangled between them—Faust's arm heavy across her hip, Nickie's breath warm against her shoulder—and stared at the ceiling beams, listening to the soft creak of timber settling. Her body ached in places she hadn't known could ache. Her arse still throbbed with the memory of him. Her throat was raw from screaming.
She smiled.
Beside her, Nickie stirred. Her hand found Nokturna's thigh under the furs, fingers tracing lazy circles on the skin there.
"Morning," she mumbled.
"Barely."
"Did you sleep?"
"A little."
Nickie propped herself up on one elbow. Her dark hair was a disaster, her eyes still crusted with sleep, and she looked absolutely perfect. "Where's—"
Faust's voice came from the hearth. "Here."
He sat cross-legged before the fire, his blue hair braided loosely over one shoulder, a cup of something steaming in his hands. He'd pulled on a thin silk robe—black, barely covering anything—and his pale eyes reflected the embers like mirrors.
"How long have you been awake?" Nokturna asked.
"Hours."
"Watching us?"
"Always."
Nickie snorted and sat up fully, letting the furs pool around her waist. Her tits were still flushed pink from the night before, her nipples peaked in the cool morning air. "That's creepy."
"You didn't seem to mind last night."
"Last night I had your cock in my mouth. Different circumstances."
Faust smiled—that slow, knowing curve of his lips that made Nokturna's stomach flip. He set down his cup and rose, crossing to the bed in three long strides. When he sat on the edge of the furs, the mattress dipped, and both women slid toward him.
"I had a dream," he said.
Nickie raised an eyebrow. "You? The great wizard? Dreaming like a common mortal?"
"Even wizards dream."
"What about?"
Faust's gaze moved between them—slow, deliberate, like he was weighing something. Then he spoke.
"You. Both of you. Together."
Nokturna's pulse quickened. "We were together last night."
"Not like this." He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Nickie's face, then did the same to Nokturna. "I want to watch you. Just the two of you. No cock involved—at least not mine. Not at first."
Nickie laughed—bright and sharp. "You want to watch us fuck?"
"I want to watch you eat her out until she comes on your tongue."
The words hung in the air like smoke. Nokturna felt heat crawl up her neck, bloom across her cheeks. She should have been embarrassed. She should have looked away.
She didn't.
"Then what?" Nickie asked. Her voice had gone low, rough.
"Then I want her to return the favor." Faust's eyes found Nokturna's. "I want to see those pale fingers buried in her cunt while your mouth works her clit."
Nokturna swallowed. Her mouth had gone dry.
"And after that?"
Faust leaned closer. His breath was warm against her ear. "After that, I want to see you fuck each other with a strap-on. Taking turns. Every hole."
Nickie's laugh came again—but this time it was breathless, almost giddy. Her tanned skin flushed from chest to cheeks, and she bit her lower lip in a way that made Nokturna's cunt clench.
"You're a filthy bastard," Nickie said.
"I know."
"I like it."
Faust stood. He crossed to a wooden chest near the window, lifted the lid, and pulled something out—leather straps, polished wood, a harness that glinted in the firelight. He tossed it onto the furs between them.
"Then show me," he said.
Nickie moved first.
She grabbed Nokturna by the wrist and yanked her forward, pressing her back into the furs with a force that knocked the breath from her lungs. Nokturna gasped—half-surprise, half-delight—and then Nickie's mouth was on hers, hot and demanding, tongue pushing past her lips like she was trying to devour her from the inside out.
"Been thinking about this," Nickie murmured against her mouth.
"What?"
"Tasting you. All of you."
She worked her way down—kissing Nokturna's throat, her collarbone, the hollow between her breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, and Nokturna arched off the furs with a strangled cry.
"Fuck—"
Nickie grinned and moved lower. Her tongue traced a wet line down Nokturna's stomach, dipped into her navel, then continued—lower, lower—until she reached the thatch of dark hair between her legs.
She didn't tease.
She spread Nokturna's thighs wide with both hands, lowered her head, and licked.
Nokturna screamed.
Nickie's tongue was relentless—flat and wide one moment, pointed and probing the next. She licked up the length of Nokturna's slit, circled her clit, then pushed lower to lap at her entrance. She fucked her tongue inside, shallow and fast, while her thumb pressed circles on Nokturna's clit, and the combination was so overwhelming that Nokturna grabbed fistfuls of fur and held on for dear life.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "Don't you dare stop."
Nickie hummed against her cunt—a vibration that shot straight up Nokturna's spine—and kept going. She sucked Nokturna's clit between her lips, flicked it with her tongue, then buried her face in her cunt like she was trying to crawl inside.
"You taste so fucking good," Nickie mumbled against her.
Nokturna's hips bucked. Her thighs clamped around Nickie's head. The pressure was building—hot and tight and impossible—and she was almost there, almost—
Nickie pulled back.
"No," Nokturna whined. "No, no, no—"
"Not yet." Nickie's chin gleamed with Nokturna's wetness. Her eyes were wild. "I want to make you wait."
"Bitch."
"You love it."
She lowered her head again. This time she went slower—long, languid strokes of her tongue, soft kisses pressed to Nokturna's swollen clit, gentle suction that built the pressure back up inch by inch. Nokturna writhed beneath her. Sweat slicked her skin. Her breath came in ragged gasps.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, Nickie, I need—"
"Need what?"
"Need to come. Need you to make me come."
Nickie smiled against her cunt. "Since you asked so nicely."
She attacked.
Her tongue moved like it had a mind of its own—fast, brutal, perfect—and her fingers slid inside Nokturna's cunt, curling upward to hit that spot that made stars explode behind her eyes. Nokturna screamed. Her whole body convulsed, back arching off the furs, thighs shaking, cunt clenching around Nickie's fingers in wave after wave of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.
When she finally collapsed, gasping and spent, Nickie crawled up her body and kissed her—wet and messy, the taste of Nokturna's own cunt still on her lips.
"Good?" Nickie asked.
"Fucking incredible."
"Your turn."
Nokturna didn't need to be told twice.
She flipped Nickie onto her back, spread her legs, and dove in like a woman starved. Nickie's cunt was soaking—dripping down her thighs, smeared across her inner lips—and Nokturna licked it all up with a moan of pure, animal pleasure.
"You're so wet," she murmured.
"Been wet since last night. Since I watched him fuck your arse."
Nokturna's fingers dug into Nickie's thighs. She buried her face in that wet heat and worked her tongue like she was trying to prove something—fast, furious, unrelenting. Nickie bucked and moaned, her hands fisting in Nokturna's hair, her hips grinding against Nokturna's mouth.
"Fuck, yes—right there—don't stop—"
Nokturna didn't stop.
She pushed two fingers inside Nickie's cunt and curled them just so, while her tongue lashed Nickie's clit in a rhythm that matched the frantic pounding of her own heart. Nickie's thighs trembled. Her breathing turned to sobs.
"I'm gonna come—"
"Good."
"Fuck, Nokturna, I'm gonna—"
"Come for me."
Nickie came with a scream that echoed off the cottage walls. Her whole body seized, cunt clamping down on Nokturna's fingers, juices flooding her hand and mouth. Nokturna drank it all—every last drop—until Nickie pushed her away, oversensitive and laughing.
"Okay, okay, enough."
"Never enough."
From the hearth, Faust watched.
His cock was in his hand—thick and hard, stroked slowly, deliberately, while his pale eyes burned with something that looked almost like hunger. Almost like worship.
"Beautiful," he said.
Nickie rolled onto her side and reached for the harness. "You want to see more?"
"Always."
She tossed the leather to Nokturna. "You first."
The harness was warm from the fire, the leather supple and well-worn. Nokturna stepped into it, adjusted the straps around her hips, and felt the weight of the polished wooden cock settle against her pelvis. It was thick—thicker than she'd expected—and curved slightly upward, with a flared base that pressed against her clit when she moved.
Nickie was already on her hands and knees, arse in the air, looking back over her shoulder with a grin. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
Nokturna knelt behind her. She slicked the wooden cock with oil—cold at first, then warm as she spread it with her palm—and pressed the head against Nickie's dripping cunt.
"Ready?"
"Fuck me."
She pushed in.
Nickie's cunt swallowed the cock inch by inch, stretching around it, gripping it like a fist. Nickie moaned—low and guttural—and pushed back, taking more, taking all of it.
"Fuck, that's good," she gasped. "That's so fucking good."
Nokturna started to move. Slow at first—long, deep strokes that made Nickie's whole body rock forward. Then faster. Harder. The cottage filled with the slap of skin against skin, the wet squelch of the cock sliding in and out, the sound of Nickie's moans rising in pitch and volume.
"Harder," Nickie begged.
Nokturna gave her harder.
She pounded into her—fast and brutal and relentless—watching Nickie's arse bounce with every thrust, watching the wooden cock disappear into that wet, hungry hole again and again. Her own clit ground against the base of the harness with every stroke, building a pressure that made her dizzy.
"Don't stop," Nickie cried. "Don't you fucking stop—"
"I'm not stopping."
"God, I'm gonna come—"
"Then come."
Nickie came with a shriek, her whole body shuddering, her cunt milking the wooden cock. Nokturna fucked her through it—slower now, gentler—until Nickie collapsed onto the furs, breathing hard.
"My turn," Nickie said.
They switched.
Nokturna lay on her back this time—legs spread, knees up, heart pounding. Nickie loomed over her, the harness strapped tight around her hips, the wooden cock gleaming with oil.
"Where do you want it?"
Nokturna's throat worked. "My arse."
Nickie raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"
"I want to feel it."
Nickie nodded. She slicked her fingers with oil and pressed them against Nokturna's arsehole—slow, gentle, working her open with patience that bordered on tenderness. Nokturna hissed at the pressure, then relaxed, letting her in.
"Good?"
"Yes.More."
Nickie added more oil, more fingers, until Nokturna was loose and slick and desperate. Then she pressed the head of the wooden cock against Nokturna's arse.
"Breathe."
Nokturna breathed.
Nickie pushed in.
The stretch was enormous—consuming—and Nokturna's mouth fell open in a silent scream. She'd taken Faust's cock there last night, but this was different. Thicker. Denser. Unrelenting.
"Okay?"Nickie asked.
"Don't. Stop."
Nickie didn't.
She fucked Nokturna with slow, deep strokes—pulling out almost all the way, then driving back in—and Nokturna's body opened to her, welcomed her, wanted her. The pleasure was sharp and bright, a burn that spread through her belly and made her cunt clench around nothing.
"Fuck," Nokturna whispered. "Fuck, that's—"
"I know."
"Harder."
Nickie gave her harder.
The slap of skin filled the cottage. Nokturna's eyes rolled back. She was distantly aware of Faust moving—of his silhouette rising from the hearth, of his bare feet on the floorboards—but she couldn't focus on anything but the cock in her arse, the heat in her belly, the pressure building behind her eyes.
Then Faust's shadow fell over her.
His cock appeared at her lips—thick and flushed and dripping—and she opened her mouth without thinking, took him in, tasted salt and musk and him.
"Good girl," he murmured.
They moved together—three bodies, one rhythm.
Nickie fucked Nokturna's arse with the wooden cock while Nokturna fucked Nickie's cunt with her mouth—no, wait. Nickie was on her knees behind Nokturna. Nokturna was on her back. Faust was above her, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth in time with Nickie's thrusts. The angle was wrong—awkward—but somehow it worked. Somehow it was perfect.
"Fuck," Nickie gasped. "Fuck, she's so tight—"
"Keep going," Faust said.
"I'm gonna—"
"Don't stop."
Nickie came first—again—her hips jerking, her whole body shuddering as she drove the cock deep into Nokturna's arse and held it there. Nokturna groaned around Faust's cock, the vibration pushing him closer to the edge.
"Look at me," Faust said.
She looked up. His pale eyes burned into hers.
"I'm going to come in your mouth."
She nodded as much as she could.
He thrust deep—once, twice—and then he was coming, hot and thick down her throat. She swallowed greedily, moaning around him, and he held her there until he was spent.
When he pulled out, she gasped for air.
Nickie collapsed beside her. Faust knelt between them. For a long moment, nobody spoke—they just lay there, tangled and sweating, breathless and spent.
Then Nickie laughed.
"I can't feel my legs."
"Good," Faust said.
"Fuck you."
"You just did."
Nickie snorted. Nokturna rolled onto her side, her arse throbbing, her cunt still wet, her whole body humming with satisfaction. She looked at Faust—at the way the firelight painted shadows across his sharp cheekbones, the way his blue hair spilled over his shoulders, the way his eyes softened when they met hers.
"I love you," she said.
The words came out before she could stop them.
Faust went very still.
Nickie propped herself up on one elbow, her expression unreadable. "Nok—"
"I know. I know we said it last night. But I meant it. I mean it." She swallowed hard. "Both of you. I don't know how this happened. I don't care. I'm not leaving."
Silence.
Then Faust reached out and touched her cheek—gentle, almost reverent.
"I've waited a long time for you," he said. "Both of you."
Nickie crawled forward and pressed herself against Nokturna's back, her arm wrapping around her waist. "We're not going anywhere."
Faust smiled—real and warm and nothing like the enigmatic mask he usually wore.
"Good," he said. "Because I have more to show you."
Nickie groaned. "More? I can barely move."
"You'll recover."
"You're a monster."
"Perhaps."
Nokturna laughed—soft and genuine—and closed her eyes. The fire crackled. The rain had stopped. Outside, the forest was quiet.
For the first time in her life, she wasn't running.
She was exactly where she belonged.