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Koshka was at Malcolm's apartment, relaxing and watching one of the more popular shows on streaming as she did some work on her laptop. She was clad comfortably in a long-sleeved shirt and comfortable capris. This apartment had high ceilings and an open, modern design, which made it easy for him to fly around -- which he was doing now as Puck.
Every few minutes, Puck would come up to her, either moving to the floor and then peering at her from behind her laptop screen, to which she would good-naturedly blow a raspberry or make a face. Other times, he would drift by behind her and steal a kiss from her cheek or temple. He kept his distractions far enough apart that she could finish her work in fair time. Finally, she closed her laptop and reclined back on the couch, watching the show as she sipped her tea.
"Did you drink a gallon of Red Bull or something?" she playfully griped as he zipped around in the airy space of the apartment. Fae and demons with wings could fly, but they were still bound by the laws of aerodynamics. Puck on the other hand... fuck aerodynamics and gravity and physics and all that.
"Red Bull's for chumps," he teased, flitting over and hovering beside her. "So, you done working now?" He made a face at the word 'working' as if the thought disgusted him. Of course, they both knew he was just playing. "Finally prepared to give your undivided attention to me?" Puck dropped to his feet and sat down on the floor in front of her. Tilting his head back, he offered puppy-dog eyes and a fake pout.
"Well, I suppose a shoulder rub would feel great," Koshka replied in affected casualness.
He smirked and floated off the floor, positioning himself behind the couch. "Something like this?" He leaned over, running a trail of kisses along her neck before focusing back in on the massaging.
"Mmm." She nodded faintly, giving out a satisfied sigh as she felt the hands knead her shoulders and back. "Mmm. Yes, that's it..."
Puck continued his work, small hands skillfully relaxing the muscles in her shoulders and upper back. Centuries of practice made for a skilled touch, Puck focusing and putting that knowledge to work.
"Feel nice?" he asked, rhetorically. "I like doing this. Gives me the chance to run my hands over you. Anywhere else you particularly tense?" He kissed her neck again, his face rubbing against her hair as his hands continued their work.
"I'm sure you'd like for me to say my tits or ass, hmm?" she asked playfully as his hands moved to her lower back. She relaxed further, the minor aches of the day slipping away.
"Or anywhere else," he murmured, slowly exploring, enjoying the curves of her muscles. "How are your feet feeling? Your legs? Your tits? I'll gladly massage you all over."
She submitted to his touch, barely paying attention to the television as his hands moved along her body, massaging her feet and legs. After a while, she beckoned to him, like she wanted to whisper into his ear. "Psst. Hey, come here. I have a secret to share with you."
Puck grinned, crawling up over her body and turning his head so she could whisper in his pointed ear. "What is it?" He inquired, hands reaching up further, running through her hair.
She blew and nibbled on his ear for a moment, before she imparted her next words with calm seriousness. "I'm not wearing any panties." She'd taken them off before settling in for the night. She then turned her attention back to the TV as if she'd only made a casual comment about the show.
"Oh really?" Puck pressed, playfully frowning when her attention turned back to the show. "You know eventually, I'm going to have to take advantage of that. For now though," he rolled to sit beside her, hands going back to her shoulders, "you still seem a little tense. Here..."
"And here," Malcolm suddenly murmured from the floor, picking up and squeezing her feet. He smiled up at her warmly, his hands working over her familiar flesh.
As Puck continued kneading her shoulders, he leaned in, nipping at her ear as he whispered. "You're not the only one with secrets. I've been working on this new trick, just for you."
She closed her eyes at the massage on her shoulders. Mm. Yes. Then her feet, and Malcolm's voice, and for a moment she thought Puck had changed back to Malcolm. But her shoulders were still being massaged, and then she heard two voices, back and forth. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked to see Puck and then glanced forward to meet eyes with Malcolm. Suddenly, the memory of Puck asking for a threesome came afresh to her mind, and the faintest of smiles came to her lips at his explanation.
"Your skills are impressive, Puck. Once again, I continue to be amazed by them," she admitted. There was magic to create doppelgangers, but that had its limits. It appeared that Malcolm was more than a simple golem meant to act like his master.
"If you think these skills are impressive, just wait," Puck teased, nipping at her ear. Slowly, his hands slid down from her shoulders, cupping her breasts. He squeezed and massaged, running his thumbs over her top.
Meanwhile, as Puck worked his way down, Malcolm began his climb up. "You are rather tense, my dear," he murmured, his larger, stronger hands slowly crawling up her inner thighs. "Whatever is it going to take to relax you?" One hand made its way between her legs, running over her slowly and firmly. All the while Malcolm watched, reading her expression, and wanting Koshka to enjoy the sight of both his forms exploring her body.
She could not help but respond to his touch, but then Malcolm/Puck never failed to make her heated with certain touches. She breathed out and swallowed thickly as thumbs kneaded across her nipples, a hand between her legs... gods. "Puck... Malcolm.." she moaned, spreading herself for Malcolm.
Malcolm's hand pressed against her, rubbing at the wetness beginning to form beneath her pants. And, speaking of pants, his free hand moved to her waistline, starting to pull them down.
As her pants slid downward, Puck took hold of her shirt and pulled it up. Both he and Malcolm murmured eagerly, though not in sync; each seemingly independent of the other. Still, both had to take the time to admire Koshka as they worked eagerly at undressing her.
She lifted her arms and hips in surrender, allowing the garments to be removed from her body. Evidence of her arousal was clear -- her blush, erect nipples, wet pussy, and her spicy scent of arousal as she wiggled around provocatively for them.
The sight was enough to get both of them quickly out of their clothes as well, tossing them aside haphazardly. Switching places, Malcolm settled in beside her, his hand resting on her cheek. Leaning in, he kissed her eagerly, moaning hotly against her mouth. His thumb rubbed affectionately as his other hand worked its way into her hair.
Puck, watching, kissed his way teasingly up her thighs, switching from one to the other. Despite the teasing, his eagerness was all too obvious. Before long, he kissed the lips of her sex, sliding his tongue inside her. He continued to watch, drinking in the sight of her and Malcolm, listening to their sounds as he licked, kissed, and sucked at the wet warmth between her legs. He had to admit, it was curious seeing himself from this vantage.
As Malcolm plundered her mouth, she could not help but respond in kind, touching his face and hair, inhaling the faint scent of the cologne that Puck had so carefully selected when he created his Malcolm persona. Her hand found the back of his neck, her fingers stroking his soft blonde hair. As she felt Puck's breath on her thighs, she knew what was to come, and spread further in eager anticipation, moaning into Malcolm's mouth as she felt Puck start to kiss her pussy with the same ardor that Malcolm was kissing her mouth.
Malcolm leaned into the kiss with equal fervor, his hand sliding from her cheek to her breast. He gave a firm squeeze, teasing the nipple with a fingertip as his tongue danced along hers. Puck offered a moan of his own, pressing his mouth eagerly to her sex. His fingers slid beneath it, entering her, slowly going deep. He flicked his tongue across her clit, his free hand running up and down the length of his hard cock.
Malcolm broke the kiss for a breath, quickly following it with another, just as eager. Taking Koshka's arm, he slid her hand down into his lap. He throbbed against her hand, fully erect. He moaned deeply against her mouth, his kiss hungry and aggressive.
Taking in this silent request, she started to pump him, her hand sliding up and down with easy confidence as she continued the kiss, her other hand reaching down to tangle into Puck's long hair, feeling the silken strands between her fingers as he went in deep, his fingers probing and stroking her, and she mewled their names against Malcolm's mouth, her mouth, pussy, and both hands now well-occupied.
Both offered sounds of pleasure in reply, Malcolm growling playfully against her mouth, as Puck murmured warmly on her pussy. Puck's fingers slid deeper, curling inside her as he sucked at her lips and clit. He leaned his head, pressing into her touch, all too welcoming of a hand in his hair.