Episode 51 — The Three Lady Knights (4): A Maze of Positions

Twelfth day of the Order dispatch. 1:30 in the morning.

The two moons of this other world hung nearly atop one another beyond the window.

We spent about fifteen minutes catching our breath, and then Karin was the first to push herself up to sitting. Her green eyes glinted in the candlelight of the small hours.

"...Dohyun."

"...Yeah."

"I want to try one more."

An instinct starved to learn. Fuck. This woman simply does not stop.

"...What?"

"On our sides. With Karin holding you from behind."

Karin's precision at work. This woman could describe the position she wanted without an inch of error.

I lay on my side, and Karin slid in behind me. Her breasts pressed against my back — shit, warm. One of her legs hooked up over mine.

"...Go ahead."

Karin's voice arrived at my ear, and I did as she guided — from the side, both of us lying down.

"...Ah."

Karin let out a small moan. A first for this position — a different angle, a different depth.

"...This one feels different."

She was measuring again, the way she did — as if keying numbers into some corner of her mind. Even the same person felt different depending on the position. That was Karin's newest discovery.

I moved slowly.

Eva and Sophie, who'd been lying on either side of us, sat up to watch. "So there are even things like this," Sophie murmured.

Eva laid her hand over Karin's breast, as if to help. "Karin, it gets even better if you do this." She gave it a light touch, and Karin jolted once — one more layer of stimulation stacked on top.

Sophie drew close as well, stroking Karin's leg. Another layer still. Three women on Karin at once — and there I was in the middle of it, no longer able to tell whether the scene I'd built was normal or not.

Five minutes in, Karin reached her third climax.

"...Aaah!"

Her whole body convulsed — an orgasm lying down, her walls clamping hard around me. I had to freeze for a beat; I'd nearly gone over with her.

Karin came down, breathing ragged. "...Third one." Even mid-wreck, she was updating her own count. I pulled away and took a moment to steady my breath.

...Three women. One bed. Christ. What's truly fucked is that somewhere along the way, this stopped feeling strange at all.

"My turn." Eva rose. "But my position's a little unusual."

She set herself up in the middle of the bed — head toward the foot, legs toward the headboard. Reversed.

"...Eva?"

Karin looked puzzled.

"This one's a position where you use your mouths on each other at the same time," Eva said shortly.

Sophie went blank for a moment, like the words wouldn't parse.

"...What do you mean?"

Karin asked, eyes hungry to learn again.

"If I lie on top of Dohyun, he takes me from underneath, and I take him from above... at the same time."

Eva demonstrated the position. Reversed, on top — her breasts against my chest, her head between my legs.

"...Ah."

Karin understood. The face of someone filing a brand-new position away. Sophie flushed scarlet.

"...So there are even positions like this one..."

Eva began — mouth working from above, while lowering herself onto my mouth at the same time. I took her in. Eva's scent. The instinctive roll of her hips. Eva sinking down over me all at once.

"...Mm... mm..."

Eva's moans rose from between my legs, small — her mouth was busy.

Beside us, Karin watched with both hands working her own breasts, following Eva's lead. Sophie slid over next to Karin and took her hand.

"...Karin, can the three of us do something together?"

Sophie asked it out of nowhere.

"...Like what?"

"...A kiss."

Karin nodded.

Sophie and Karin kissed. While Eva worked with her mouth above me, the two women kissed at our side — light at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠first, then deeper, and deeper.

Sophie's first kiss with another woman. A first of an entirely different kind than the one four years of trauma had given her.

Eva glanced up briefly at the sight.

"...The three of us, all at once... fuck."

Eva's honesty. The instinctive type whose mouth outruns her brain.

Ten minutes later Eva hit her peak. She came apart above me and slumped down, draped across my chest. I held her up, then rolled her onto her side to let her breathing settle.

"...Next."

Karin proposed the next position.

"Standing."

Another entry for the curriculum.

"Standing?"

Sophie asked.

Karin rose to her feet, looking at Eva. "Eva's tall, remember? Five foot seven. Dohyun's five-ten. A position where he wraps her up and lifts her."

Karin's exact blueprint.

Eva stood — a little unsteady, but up. Instinct stirring at the prospect of something new.

"Try it."

I got up and gathered Eva into my arms. She wound her legs around my waist, five-foot-seven of knight hanging there with her toes off the floor. Holding her aloft, I leaned her lightly against the wall.

"...How is it?"

I asked.

"...Zero gravity. Fuck."

Eva's vocabulary. The vocabulary of a twenty-six-year-old lady knight.

I moved just like that — Eva in my arms, her back brushing the wall, her weight taken standing up. Of every position so far, this one let my cock reach deepest. To the side, Karin and Sophie watched hand in hand, studying up on the next one.

Five minutes. Eva climbed close to the edge one more time.

"...Dohyun... you're seriously..."

Eva's breath.

"...This position — it's like zero gravity, I don't need my legs at all, I love it... I'm open all the way to the deepest part, so more..."

Eva collapsed. She buried her face in my shoulder.

I lowered her slowly onto the bed.

"...I want to try one too."

Karin said.

"...Like Eva?"

"...No. Karin's lighter. A different position."

Karin's assessment. The specs of her own body.

"Hanging."

She planted herself in front of me, set both hands on my shoulders, and jumped, locking both legs around my waist. Five-foot-five, a hundred and ten pounds — light against my five-ten and a hundred and sixty.

I braced her with both hands, beneath her ass.

"...I'm floating."

Karin said softly.

"...And I stay floating."

I entered her and began to move, slow. Karin hung on — both hands gripping my shoulders, eyes fixed dead ahead, on mine. Karin's form, not an inch out of true. Her whole weight settled onto my cock, so that every slow push carried all of her, whole, all the way to the deepest point.

At our side Eva rose, and Sophie with her. The two of them flanked Karin — Eva's hands on her back, Sophie's on her legs. All three together.

"Karin's not too heavy?"

Eva asked.

"...Not heavy. Dohyun's holding me up. ...And when I hang like this, it presses right against everything, all the way to my womb."

Karin said it still hanging there, measuring her own body yet again.

Five minutes. Karin reached her fourth climax — still hanging. Her whole body seized; she buried her face in my shoulder and strangled the scream.

"...!!!!"

I lowered Karin gently onto the bed.

This time, both sides of me.

I lay back on the bed. Karin curled up on my right. Sophie on my left. Eva took position by our legs and used her hand.

And Sophie made up her mind.

"...I want to try it too."

Sophie's words. The wall of four years was crumbling faster now.

"...Missionary?"

Sophie nodded.

"...With all three of us together. I'm not scared."

Sophie's resolve.

I sat up and traded places with her. She lay down; I settled over her. Karin and Eva each took one of her hands where they lay — Karin the right, Eva the left. Sophie's silver eyes looked straight ahead, into mine.

"...You can come in."

I went slowly. Very slowly. Sophie's first time in the missionary position.

Her breath stopped once.

"...It's okay."

Karin, beside her.

"...You can stop if it scares you."

Eva, from the other side.

Sophie nodded.

"...I'm okay. Today, I am."

I entered her. Not to the end — halfway. Sophie's inside. A first. Tight. Trembling.

I stopped.

"...Sophie. Slowly."

"...Okay."

A full minute, motionless, until her breathing steadied. And then we began — truly slowly, only as much as Sophie could bear. Karin and Eva never let go of her hands. Sophie's gaze stayed pinned to my eyes.

"...Dohyun."

Sophie said.

"...Yes."

"...For the first time in four years... I'm glad to be alive."

It was the second time Sophie had said those words. The first had been when the shared bed began. This was the second.

I stopped, deep inside her. Tears welled up in Sophie's silver eyes. Karin and Eva tightened their grip on her hands at the same instant.

"...Together."

Sophie said.

"...Together?"

"...The three of us. Together."

Sophie's will.

We began again. A little deeper this time, up to the very limit of what Sophie could take. Inch by inch I pressed further, driving toward Sophie's innermost depth.

Fifteen minutes later, Sophie reached her first climax.

Sophie's first. In the missionary position. At the end of a road that had crossed four years of trauma.

"...Ah... ahh..."

Her voice was tiny. Four years of silence — she didn't know how to make sound. But it was a climax, unmistakably. Sophie's insides clamped down hard, and that clamp dragged me to her deepest point. Her innermost walls parted on their own and swallowed the head of my cock whole. I lost the last of my control.

"...I'm coming."

I said.

"...Inside."

Sophie's decision. By her own will.

"...You're sure? ...I know today's a dangerous day. I'm ovulating."

Her voice trembled. Even in another world, a woman's body worked the same — and she said it knowing full well that if she took me inside her now, seed could take root just like that.

I went still for a heartbeat.

"...Even so. Inside. All the way."

Sophie wound her legs around my waist so I couldn't pull out — as if to swear that not a single drop would be allowed to escape.

"...For the first time in four years... I want to receive the seed of someone who doesn't frighten me. If it's yours, Dohyun. ...Even if it makes me a vessel for it, that's fine."

The moment those words left Sophie's mouth, I was already driving in to the hilt. All the way — and with the head of my cock planted against the mouth of her womb, I poured out. Not all at once; in stages. I filled her deepest place with the first, felt her insides swallow it down, and gave her the second. Then the third.

The seed she couldn't hold overflowed from her narrow depths. Even so, Sophie didn't unlock her legs. She pressed her hips flush against me, as if to shove even the overflow back inside.

Sophie took it with her screams strangled in her throat. Inside. To the very end. Receiving seed of her own will — while Karin and Eva held her hands the whole way through.

"...I took it."

Sophie said, very quietly. Her voice shook harder than it had at her climax.

I didn't move right away. I waited until her legs finally unwound from my waist. Karin fetched a wet cloth; Eva pressed a cup of water into Sophie's hand.

"Dizzy?"

"A little. But I'm all right."

Sophie drank half the water, then looked at me.

"Don't forget what I said earlier. About it being a dangerous day."

"I won't forget."

"Then come to the infirmary with me tomorrow. No pretending nothing happened, no matter what turns up."

Eva nodded first.

"I'll take her. Karin's coming too."

"Yeah. And we're putting it on record."

A very Karin answer — the feeling burning hot, the handling still filed like an Order report.

Sophie finally managed a smile.

"Good. Then I won't regret it."

Those words squeezed something in my chest. The moment of promising what came after weighed heavier than the moment I spilled inside her. Pleasure is over in seconds; responsibility is still there in the morning. I had always been a bastard who grabbed at whatever lay in front of me — and now three women were pressing even the aftermath into my hands.

...Fuck. If you've accepted it, then don't run. A man who's only a master on the bed isn't a master. He's a rutting piece of garbage.

I took Sophie's hand.

"I'll be there with you. Whatever the result."

Sophie closed her eyes and nodded once. Only then did the strength finally drain from her legs. Karin's lips flickered faintly, as if etching that brief exchange into her memory, and Eva said nothing — just swatted my shoulder once. A blow I couldn't read as praise or warning. Probably both. It turned out that taking three women into your keep also meant being watched by all three at once.

I'd thought I'd gotten myself a harem. Turns out I'd gotten myself three people to answer to. ...Fucked-up how fair that was.

Four in the morning.

One by one, the three lady knights drifted asleep around me. Karin atop my chest. Eva to my right. Sophie to my left.

Sophie's black hair lay scattered across my shoulder, her silver eyes closed. No trembling. For the first time in four years — a night of falling asleep without shaking.

Numbers rolled through my head unbidden. Karin, seven. Eva, six. Sophie, four. And eight — the number of times I'd spilled in a single night. Along with the fact that I'd emptied the last of it, every drop, into Sophie's womb — knowing full well it was her dangerous day.

...Shit. Seriously, shit. Eight times in one night. That's not a number a twenty-seven-year-old human body manages. Is this otherworld ability rewriting me down to the flesh? Or is [Suggestion] partly working on me, too?

...Either way. I won't be getting up tomorrow. Karin will somehow cover the morning schedule.

...A woman carrying four years of trauma took me inside her. Of her own will. She named the danger herself, then locked her legs around me so I couldn't withdraw, and said with her own mouth that she'd gladly be a vessel for it.

...Is this what real trust is? Or a more elaborate corruption dressed up in trust's name? Fucked as it is, I can't tell the two apart. Can't even tell whether what's taken root in Sophie's belly is seed, or one more chain ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I planted.

...And this is terrifyingly dangerous. Go deep enough, and the three of them are mine forever. If something settles in there, it becomes an eternity that can't be undone. If I crumble, the three of them crumble with me.

...If I can't take responsibility, then this is nothing but an ugly cruelty — including whatever I've left behind in that belly.

...I'll take responsibility. Fuck. Whatever happens. Down to the seed itself.

I stroked Karin's hair. Laid a hand on Eva's shoulder. Held Sophie's hand. Then, for a moment, rested my palm over her lower belly.

Three lady knights. For the first time since coming to this other world, the first things I found myself wanting to call family.

Beyond the window, the first light of dawn was beginning to fall. The two moons gone; the first sunlight. I closed my eyes. Four ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hours. Sleep a little, then rise. Karin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would wake me. At the precise time. That woman never misses.

The longest night. And the most human one. Which of the two was sincerity and which was self-deception, I decided, in the end, not to ask.

My eyes were on the verge of closing.

From the desk came a very thin sound.

Scrape.

The sound of the black tablet, sealed away inside its cloth-wrapped metal case, dragging against the inner wall. It couldn't be the wind. The window was shut, and the box had not moved.

Without waking the three of them, I noted the time.

The black tablet was a thing without a mind of its own. My ability could neither read it nor move it.

And yet someone had known — right up until the moment we fell asleep.