Turns Out the Sandwich Was Just the Appetizer
One of them breathed hot breath against the nape of my neck, lips brushing my skin, while the other buried her face between my breasts, exhaling deeply as she kneaded them with both hands.
"Wow, Ivy, why do you smell so sweet?" Davin, her face currently smothered in my chest, let out an awed moan. The casual evaluation of my body scent made me flush with embarrassment, and I turned my head away. That's when someone slyly tugged down my blindfold. As the tear-soaked cloth slipped away, my vision filled with Davin's plump, firm breasts—toned and healthy from her athletic build. I was stealing glances at them when suddenly, that damp blindfold was shoved into my mouth.
"Mmph?!"
It stretched across my lips like a gag, tied tightly behind my head. My tongue pressed uselessly against the fabric, tasting the salty tang of my own tears. I had no idea why they'd suddenly gagged me like this, so I tried to twist around to look at Laila, who was positioned behind me. But Davin grabbed my breasts again, kneading firmly, pinning me in place.
"Heh, I never thought I'd be into this, but... tying someone up? It's kinda hot."
"It's because Eve looks so pretty—anything suits her. Still, there's something thrilling about the dominance, the conquest of making someone feel good on your terms."
"Is that what it feels like?"
"Ahng... ahhh."
Watching them get excited over me stirred something in me too, heat building despite myself. My panties were tugged aside and snapped back against my pussy with a wet smack. Davin was busy with my breasts, so it had to be Laila. That slight, teasing sensation—neither painful nor ticklish—made me jolt and squirm.
"Hey now. Keep wriggling like that, and won't it hurt Laila back there?"
"Exactly, Eve. Just relax and let go."
One hand kept yanking and releasing my panties while the other gently pulled my forehead back. My neck arched slowly, and I rested my head on Laila's shoulder. Her hair drew closer, filling my senses with a thicker rose scent. Smack, smack, slurp. Each time the wet fabric hit my folds, lewd sounds echoed, and Laila's low chuckle tickled my ear. Goosebumps prickled even across my softly massaged breasts as I gasped in a breath.
"Haaah!"
"Whoa, your legs keep clenching. Guess we can't have that."
Laila and Davin each took one of my legs, prying them apart. I'd never done gymnastics or anything, but my legs spread wide at their insistence. Laila lay behind me, hooking one leg to pull my knee in, while Davin planted her weight on my thigh, forcing it splayed open. I couldn't close them if I tried. Being a woman had its perks, though—my flexible body didn't ache in the groin or hips. It just felt like unused muscles getting a workout, almost invigorating. More embarrassing was how blatantly exposed my lower half was to Davin.
As if that wasn't bad enough, Laila stopped toying with my panties and slid her hand to my pelvis.
"Hehe, I won't touch your hymen, so just let go nicely."
"Aaah... ahh!"
The side ties of my panties came undone easily in her fingers. Ignoring my futile protests, she flipped the fabric aside along my thigh, which she held firm. It fell to the bed with a soft thud.
"Hehe, looks like you've never even masturbated. It's so innocent-looking, like a little girl's."
"Mmph... mmf..."
Davin paused her breast play to glance down, smirking as she trailed one hand slowly lower. Her fingertips teased along the way, tickling every inch, making me writhe again. But with my thighs gripped tight, my waist and shoulders embraced by Laila, and my arms bound, movement was impossible.
"Mmmph!"
Davin's fingers finally parted my mound gently and stroked my clit. Already soaked and hypersensitive, even the lightest graze sent pleasure surging through me.
"Y'know, I always thought pussies were gross, but... yours is actually pretty. I'm jealous."
"Be careful not to stick a finger in. Eve might swallow it up with her lower mouth."
"My fingers are precious too!"
Davin circled the surface slowly, flicking my clit now and then—never penetrating, just teasing endlessly. The frustrating half-measures made my eyes well up, whimpers escaping around the gag.
"Wuuh... wumph..."
"Aw, crying? Okay, no more teasing. Haha, so many firsts today—being pinned under a girl, riding one on top. It's all so thrilling."
"You'll come back next time, right? I'll take you all the way then."
"Of course. If this was it, I might've grabbed your legs and begged for more."
Laila's sales skills were top-tier. No wonder she was a succubus. Davin kept alternating—one hand pinching and tweaking my nipples, the other stroking and pressing my pussy—when suddenly her back arched straight.
"Ohhh! Th-thick! I've never felt one this thick!"
"Hm, too thick? I toned it down a bit."
"Thick is gooddd!"
I peeked down to see Laila's tail plunging into Davin. The thrusting tail disrupted her rhythm, her hands growing lax on me.
"Hiiing..."
A disappointed whine slipped out unbidden, and Laila released her tight hold on me to take over, caressing my breasts and pussy.
"Davin's no pro, so don't be too let down, Eve. I'll make sure you feel amazing."
"Haaah."
The gag muffled my response, but she seemed to get the point. Davin and I melted under Laila's touch, moaning in unison. Eventually, Davin pulled away, kneading her own breasts as she rode her pleasure.
"Ahng, so good! Now I can get it on with my boyfriend again!"
"Hehe, isn't it backwards? No guy's dick can compare to my skills."
"Ever since coming to this world, my boyfriend turned into a girl. Ahh, I should've made a tail character too!"
I was lost in the sensations on my skin alone, while Davin took half of Laila's tail deep inside and chatted casually. It was impressive—and a little enviable. I wanted to feel that fullness too. Just the touching was this good; how intense would penetration be? Logically, I knew hymens tore from rough exercise anyway, meaningless beyond symbolism. The holy relic blocking it was helpful for unwanted advances... but right now, it felt like a curse. Scraping those walls must feel incredible—like in the videos, women losing their minds. But no one was quenching that thirst. Neither would risk fingers inside, knowing I'd feel nothing anyway. All I could do was vicariously enjoy Davin's moans. That was my lot.
Davin's breaths grew ragged, her moans frantic, until Laila's direction brought us both to climax together.
"Aang! Aaaang!"
"Hng, mmph!"
Davin shuddered violently before collapsing onto me, limp and spent. She rested her chin on my shoulder, panting, then shared another kiss with Laila. I felt Davin's breasts swell and deflate against mine, soft flesh squishing and molding together, ribs heaving beneath.
They kissed with wet smacks and slurps for a while before Davin lifted herself, gazing down at me and leaning in close. I turned my face away. I couldn't imagine my expression—ruined, tear-streaked—and I wasn't ready for that yet either.
"What, you don't like Laila's saliva on me?"
"Oh? Avoiding because of that? How hurtful..."
The two teased me mercilessly, and I shook my head with all my might.
"Mmph... mmbrr."
"No way you're one of those 'no kiss unless it's love' purists, right?"
I nodded with effort. I had my romantic side. Back in the day, my rule was no sex without dating—and even one-nighters wouldn't include kissing. But they just giggled at my reaction.
"Wow, total shy girl, huh? Bet she's the type who never even masturbates—a real virgin prude."
"Hehe, maybe. She's got this super lewd body, but I've never caught her touching herself. I'd be going at it in front of the mirror every day..."
My conscience stabbed—no, more like a sharp prod. Grimacing, I turned away, but Davin brushed my hair aside, forcing me to meet her eyes on my flushed, bare face.
"Hehe, then this is okay, right? Cheek kisses aren't real kisses."
She pressed her lips to my left cheek, trailing slowly down my jaw to my neck. My body, freshly climaxed, heated up again at the motions.
"Haa, why are you so cute? Ivy, I thought you were just some tired 30-something dude or auntie before, but now you seem like a shy college girl. Wanna date for real?"
Spot-on about the 30-something dude. A bit outdated, even. Her words pricked my conscience again, and I shook my head vigorously. She already had a boyfriend, after all—I didn't want to be the other woman.
Davin laughed it off like a joke. "Aw, that was your chance to upgrade from boyfriend. Whatever. Next time I do this with Laila, you'll tag along, right?"
"Hehe, if Eve's up for it."
What about what I want? Panicking, I shot Davin a trembling glare and poked Laila with my bound hands behind me. They reacted differently.
"She looks into it. Laila, two more rounds."
"Two enough for you, Davin? Eve's pouting and pinching me like crazy. Fine, rest first—you'll be out quick. I'll send Eve after."
"Ahahng! Yes!"
I'd dug my own grave. Laila's tail brought Davin to two more orgasms before she collapsed on another bed, watching us lazily. With Davin spent, Laila focused fully on me—draping my legs over her shoulders, grinding her hips against mine.
"Whoa, mating press in full view."
No penetration, just rhythmic grinding, my ass slapping her thighs with wet thwacks. But her tail kept pressing and flicking my clit relentlessly, hands roaming my body, caressing everywhere. I couldn't hold back. They'd stroke my thighs and calves, then tickle my belly; pat my head or grip my arms like she was pretending to cum inside. Her tail even coiled and throbbed on my stomach, mimicking a massive cock unloading. My breasts jiggled lewdly in sync with her thrusts—watching them from my POV was insanely hot, pushing me to orgasm, then arousal again. Laila didn't let up, tormenting me without respite. It took four more climaxes before exhaustion knocked me out.
A musty, sour stench filled the air. Grimacing, I cracked my eyes open and instinctively murmured a Purify. The lingering stickiness on my skin vanished, a brief relief—until the smell assaulted me again. Frowning, I opened my eyes fully.
"Ah, Eve. You're awake. Hmm... mad at me?"
"...Mad? Why suddenly... ugh!"
Laila lay before me, smiling coyly and gauging my mood. As I tried to sit up, a dull, wrenching ache stabbed my waist. Not quite pain—heavy, twisted discomfort. Not normal soreness, but some variant, I guessed. My pain reduction passive must finally be kicking in here too. No wonder—after all that pounding, my back should've been wrecked. I groaned, waiting it out, then cast Heal. It wouldn't fix muscle fatigue, though.
"Where's Davin...?"
She wasn't around, sparking sudden anxiety. Laila shrugged.
"Left after you passed out, said to ask for her next time. Got a regular now—no more starving for me. But... how's your body holding up, Eve?"
"Not good..."
"Sorry! You were too adorable; I lost control!"
A little whine from me, and she bowed deeply—naked, face smashed into the bed. What a ridiculous succubus. She'd gagged me and forced orgasms earlier, but now this. Still, I'd loved it too—no words left to scold her.
"It's fine... I liked it too. But I'm exhausted now..."
"Of course! I'll carry you home!"
"And Hanbyeol..."
"Won't say a word!"
"Good."
Quick on the uptake—thank goodness. Sure, we were both girls, but if word got to Hanbyeol that I'd hooked up with some random woman, she'd never treat me like a big sis again. Hanging with Laila? That was "therapy," as far as we both saw it. She was intelligent, sure, but to me, just a masturbation expert. This was her job, not a hobby—like seeing a doctor, embarrassing but necessary. Protecting my identity while venting frustrations...
As Laila hoisted me onto her back to leave, someone knocked. A visitor? Or maybe for the furniture?
"Come in~."
Laila answered for me and opened the door. Iris stood there, glaring coldly at us.