"I was lucky to have time for a one-night stand before I met you two." Thistle fired back.
Melody looked skeptical. Then an evil look took over her face. "Feeling nostalgic, Archie?" She asked in a sing song voice that spelled trouble.
He downed another shot and grinned. "I think I am."
"What are you two- "Thistle was cut off as she was pulled into Melody's lips. This kiss wasn't her normal style. It was aggressive, almost desperate. Like she had gone too long without a kiss. She could taste the tequila on her breath, her tongue buried in Thistle's mouth. When they broke apart, she was left gasping and utterly confused.
Then the couch bounced. Before she could look Archer's, strong hands pulled her around into a kiss of his own. He wasn't as feral as Melody. His normal dominant style in complete control. She melted a bit, stopping her mind from questioning this. She could ask why later. For now, she was enjoying this.
His kiss broke and before she could recover Melody was on her again. Then back to Archer. The two kept switching in and out, barely giving her time to breath. By the time they seemed to finish she was left panting, her tongue exhausted.
"I think we should move somewhere more appropriate." Archer said, his full smugness in his voice.
"Me too. She's nice and worked up now." Melody agreed.
Thistle was led downstairs without another word. She didn't see the familiar wolf but she was hardly paying attention. Archer talked to the bartender and Melody called a ride. Then they were heading to her place, crammed in the back of a taxi. Still no talking, just insane sexual tension. But she had to break it.
"Can you tell me what you were going on about? The nostalgic part?" She finally asked, breaking the silence. Her brain had restarted and she wanted answers.
"Took you long enough to ask." Was Melody's response like she hadn't deep-fried Thistle's brain. She move a strand of hair from Thistle's face before carrying on.
"It was how Archer and I met. We were both at a party and this pestering little thing was hedging her bets by flirting with everyone. She was cute and we were both annoyed victims of hers. So, we decided to work together to break her."
"Doubt she has ever had as much fun since that night." Archer took over. "And I got stuck with this one ever since."
"So, we're, I mean us..." Thistle couldn't comprehend her thoughts. Sure, they had teamed up on her just a bit earlier but that was kink. They were talking about vanilla sex. Where sex was supposed to be boring and tame.
"Oh yes, sweetie. We're going to give you a proper threesome, one you'll never forget." Melody confirmed. The driver looked back in his mirror, eyebrows raised. Thistle stayed quiet, burning up from embarrassment and want. They needed to get home fast.
They tumbled onto her bed in a pile of writhing bodies. Lips were brushing against Thistle, hands exploring every inch of her. A hand squeezed her ass as another brushed the sensitive start of her tail. Another was at her neck, claws scratching and cutting open the scabs from earlier that night. One moved to her ears gently brushing the soft fur. It was sensory overload. As soon she registered what one was doing another had stolen her attention.
Clothes started to be scratched and torn at. She wiggled out her leather dress as Melody's fell to the floor. Archer's tuxedo jacket was tossed across the room, his belt following. Neither him nor Melody seemed to have the patience to get her out her body suit. Claws tore through the fishnet, taking it off in shredded pieces of fabric. Her pasties were torn off in painful sharp motions, some fur leaving with them. Even the blankets on her bed were cast aside. They didn't need comfort.
Thistle couldn't tell if there was a plan in play or if the two were just going all in. Her back was on the bed, Archer kneeling near her head, Melody at her feet. Greedy mouths took over for their hands. Tongues and lips exploring every inch of her exposed body. Archer went after her neck, a favorite target of his. Sharp bites and gentle kisses trailed down as she exposed her neck to him. She could feel his warm breath against her cooling blood. The image of his face bloodied and feral caught her breath, sending lightning firing through her.
He finally reached her breasts. One hand massaging her, his size engulfing her body. It squeezed and pulled her breast and nipple. He was not gentle, he knew she hated gentle. Even after the torture she had received earlier. She would be sore tomorrow and revel in it. His mouth went after the other. More bites than kisses. His tongue working her nipple before sharp canines came down. She moaned and let out gasping breaths but never asked him to stop.
Melody was moving up her legs all the while. She had started low. Near her ankles. She switched between kisses and licks. Gentle and the complete opposite of Archer. It was the best of both worlds. She would rotate between both legs, as if having to reach the top of both at the same time. Thistle knew what lay at the top. Her sex was pulsing, eager for someone's touch. She was soaked and burning up. Her body ready to do whatever it needed to please her lovers.
Melody's slow climb continued, even as Thistle tried to squirm closer to her mouth. Finally, it was near. Brushing gentle kisses against her thighs. She tried to let out a gasp but a firm hand clasped over her mouth. There was a message in the action. They knew what they were doing, didn't need her noises. They could read her body, tell how much pleasure she was experiencing.
Archer switched his mouth to her now sore breast just as the first touch came through. It was a slow lick right across her sex. She tried to kick up her hips but Melody held her down, kept her legs spread open. Slow licks turned teasing, her breaths torturous. She needed something, anything in her. Hell, she would take a fucking bottle at this point. She wanted to cum. And it seemed Melody got the memo.
Gentle teasing turned into a savage attack. She dove at Thistle's sex like it was the last great feast. Her tongue slipping deep into her with ease. The coarseness sending ripples of pleasure. Thistle tried to scream, moan, and swear but Archer's hand kept her silenced as Melody feasted. She knew Thistle's body and found her weak points with such ease. She repositioned sitting on her legs so she couldn't kick, just be devoured.
Her hands scratched up and down her thighs with razor claws. She knew Thistle liked the pain mixed in, dug them deep to draw blood. But her tongue never stopped moving. It found point after point rotating between all those delicious spots. Archer too kept going. His hand torturing her other breasts now while his mouth soothed the opposite. It was too much.
Even his hand couldn't silence her screamed completely. Her body bucked against their hold, demanding all their strength to keep her still. Spasms of pleasure came again and again, testing that strength. Not that Thistle noticed. She was lost in an abyss of pure ecstasy. Every nerve was attuned into the pleasure, every muscle tensed to make it last. But it couldn't last. She came back with hot breaths and exhaustion.
But her lovers had not cum. They were not tired or sated. Through half open eyes, she watched them move. Archer and Melody switched places, new plans in motion. Melody was first. She positioned her sex over Thistle's mouth, her intention clear. She was getting her pleasure from Thistle one way or the other. She pressed her sex hard against Thistle's lips, her own needs showing. Thistle, though exhausted, was still a good submissive. If her mistress wanted use of her mouth, she would give everything.
Archer didn't ask for anything, only took. He pulled her legs apart for him, put them on his broad shoulders. She felt his size, pressing against her ruined sex. But he didn't care. He had ruined her countless time and still wanted her body. Tonight was no different. He plunged in, her orgasm left her slick and eager. So many times, he had entered her and every time still felt good as he buried his length deep inside her.
She let out a loud moan into Melody's pussy. The vibrations seeming to please her as she started to grind against Thistle's mouth. Her eagerness making the fox's face a mess. This too Thistle had done countless times now. And still she loved it. The taste was one she craved and ached for. Her tongue diving deep to claim more and to make Melody feel incredible. The two feelings together were her heaven.
Archer started his rhythm and the world fell silent. There was no stress, no worry about weather, or other people. There was only this room, these people, this moment. Right now, the world revolved around his deep thrusts and Melody's soft gasps. Not so long-ago sex was a bore to her, something others loved but she never craved. Now it was everything. Feeling Archer get close with his cock deep inside her was her heartbeat. Melody's gentle grinding on her was her breath. She was alive.
She knew it was rare for two partners to cum together. Three must be impossible but yet it happened. As her own body shook with her another orgasm, she could feel hot cum spilling inside her. Thighs clamping on her head. Not a noise was made between the three of them. The silence seeming to heighten it all. All three in their own world of bliss yet still together. Time had become the abstract that it was.
When it was finally over all of Thistle's energy was gone. It was as if she had run the length of the world in those few minutes. And it seemed the same for her lovers. The three of them collapsed in a heap, unable to talk about what had happened. The same bliss racing through all their bodies with each heartbeat. It was perfect.
Author Note: I would like to give special thanks as I reach chapter ten to Loki_Darksong, jtc3247, bennyprofane, for their constant support. And thanks to all the people who have read this series, made it a favorite, followed me, or have just given it a glance. It has been a fun project to work on that started as a nothing idea and has turned into something special thanks to all of you.
