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"You are fond of her, Lord Knave," Furina smiles, watching as Arlecchino's eyes crinkle at the corners, a sign of undeniable affection. "I wouldn't expect you to come back…with a lover."
Arlecchino's posture goes rigid for a moment, before she realizes that there is no bite in Furina's words, but just curiosity and maybe even endearment. The slight frown doesn't leave her features though. "Is it something you would not be amendable to?"
"The opposite, in fact," Furina brushes a finger against Arlecchino's forearm, always warm to the touch. "I believe there is an understanding of the limitations exclusiveness would pose in our relationship," she craves, and she hopes Arlecchino can see the want in her eyes. She's been back from Nod-Krai for weeks now with Columbina in tow, yet all of their meetings have been in public; afternoon teas and fancy dinners. "I would love to know her better myself."
Columbina has been quiet, shy, in their prior meetings, sticking by Arlecchino's side, but gradually opening up to Furina. She has a serenity around her, which seems to ease Arlecchino's usual uprightness, and Furina found herself wanting to know more from early on.
"I believe she wouldn't be opposed to that," Arlecchino leans back on the well-worn couch she is lounging, her tie loosened as she undoes the first couple buttons of her shirt and makes herself comfortable. "Your sentiment goes both ways."
And Furina knows by now, having done this dance too many times, that evenings when she visits the House of the Hearth end up with her staying the night. All three of them had enjoyed the premier of a play at the Opera, and when Arlecchino asked if they would like to extend their time together, there was a common understanding of how their evening could end.
"Have you been together for long?" She asks, knowing that the time they have before Columbina returns from the washroom is limited. "She makes you happy."
"I can't say we do, maybe less than a solid month, in fact," Arlechhino looks towards the large windows of her office, snow falling and muting the world outside the room. "But in some ways we have been gravitating towards each other for years."
"And you think I could…be a part of this?" Furina, in her centuries of living, had only taken up a small handful of lovers, always scared of someone realizing the falseness of her archonhood. Arlecchino came to her as a mortal, winning her affections one handwritten letter and invitation for dinner at a time. And in all matters that held significance to their relationship, the Knave was more than rewarding. Still, and while she knows that relationships can have space for more than two people, she can't help her insecurities get the best of her at times. What if Columbina is more than enough for Arlecchino and she is not desired anymore?
"I want you to," Arlecchino smiles, one of those charming ones that remind Furina of the princes in books. "Columbina also would want you too, if this is a dynamic you would entertain."
Furina remembers how Arlecchino's touch feels on her skin, and can only imagine how Columbina's would, one rough and scorching, the other soft and soothing. She knows she wants it, so she nods.
When Columbina returns to them, steps so soft they're silent on the floor of Arlecchino's study and lounge space, she sits to the couch next to Furina, as if she heard, or was otherwise aware of the conversation happening.
There is a small moment of awkwardness, before Arlecchino pushes herself off the couch, and looks at her visitors with a tiny frown, considering something. Furina watches her lean in, their eyes meeting as she lifts Columbina's chin with two fingers and kisses her, pulling back before Columbina's hands manage to keep her down.
"It's getting cold," Arlecchino declares straightening up, her lips shiny with spit, her eyes still pinned on Furina. Expecting her to make the next move. "I'm going to take care of the hearth." She turns her back to them, walking to the fireplace and starting to place wood like they're partaking in just one more of her casual afternoon teas.
"She talks a lot about you, you know," Columbina smiles, her hand in the space between them before her resolve finally materializes and she cups Furina's cheek. "I was eager to meet you."
"And I do hope I didn't disappoint," Furina chuckles, her nerves showing. Columbina's hand is impossibly soft, yet her lips are softer when she dives in, making Furina melt with slow and calculated motion. Time becomes a fuzzy concept as Columbina moves closer, prying Furina's mouth open with small licks that are polite, but certainly not timid.
Furina's hands leave her sides to grasp Columbina's waist, relishing in the promise of skin underneath the thin garments as Columbina climbs onto the couch and then on Furina's lap. "You didn't, " she says when they part for breath, and her face is flushed, with traces of Furina's lipstick left behind. "Arlecchino adores you so, Furina," instead of continuing where they left, Columbina's lips move to the side of her neck, just underneath the lobe of her ear where she is sensitive. "You could never disappoint."
A little oh is all Furina can manage, with kisses trailing down her throat, and a hand popping open the first couple buttons of the frilly black shirt she has been wearing. Keeping the whimpers trapped in her throat takes a toll on her, being vaguely aware that her hips are moving in small, desperate thrusts, hoping for something to alleviate the ache building low in her belly.
"Always so impatient, my dear," Arlecchino's voice comes, close to them, and Furina forces herself to open her eyes, although Columbina doesn't stop, or even ease her ministrations. "You always get what you want, don't you? You both do."
She is towering over them, tall and commanding, with a glint in her eyes that convinces Furina that she will be pleasantly sore the next morning. "Won't you join?" Furina's voice breaks mid sentence, Columbina's mouth on her collarbone, sucking the skin in a way that is certain to leave its mark.
"I will, my love, after I have my fill," she moves to sit on their right side on the couch, lounging. "I have the privilege of a rare sight, after all," she spreads her legs, and Furina can't help but moan into Columbina's hair at the combination of what she feels and what her eyes are feasting on.
Arlecchino's shirt is a deep wine red, and now, with her waistcoat and tie disposed, her sleeves rolled up her elbows, her muscular figure is familiar, reminding Furina of one too many nights shedding the clothes off each other. Between her legs, the fabric of her slacks is tenting, but doesn't acknowledge it just yet, her eyes on her lovers.
Columbina on top of her makes a small, delicious sound and she moves, rearranging herself so she's only caging one of Furina's thighs with her legs, bringing her core down until Furina can feel the wetness seeping off her. Furina looks at her, Columbina's mouth slightly open and panting. "Is this something you like?" she brushes her hands lower, until her fingertips meet bare skin under Columbina's dress. "Go on, sweetheart," Columbina shivers, and Furina knows she's already hooked to the feeling, only slightly aware of the breathy sounds Arlecchino is making next to them. "Come on," she coaxes Columbina, who slides against her, underwear catching on the leather belt around Furina's thigh, "Get what you need."
They move like this for a while, Columbina grinding on top of her, Furina mapping her sides, her back, her soft tummy, taking her dress off until the lady on her lap is in just her ruined underwear and bralette. Words become sparse, and deep breaths and whimpers fill the space, Furina trying to focus on Columbina instead of her own growing need.
"I should have arranged this sooner," Furina turns her head, finding Arlecchino palming her cock, hard and leaking on top of her pressed black slacks. "Don't look at me," she smiles at Furina, nodding at the way Columbina is all slumped on top of her, every thrust of her hips leaving a trail of slick on Furina's pants. "Make her feel good, and I will take care of you."
"Can I take this off?" Furina hooks a finger on Columbina's bra, receiving a shaky nod before she removes the garment, and latches her lips on soft breasts.
"Please?" Columbina's voice is barely above a whisper when she lifts her hips, just enough for her message to get through to Furina who helps her out of her panties, getting a glimpse of how wet she is.
"Let me touch you," she says, feeling like she has to give Columbina all she deserves and then some, her fingers trailing down, to the patch of dark coarse hair above Columbina's core. "How do you want me, Columbina?"
"If you could-" Columbina pants, and Furina notices her feathers twitch in time with the way her body moves. "I would like your fingers…inside me," the pants and the flushed cheeks let Furina know she should start her work immediately, and so she does, aware of Arlecchino's intense stare.
She rubs against Columbina's clit, then between her folds, breathing in the delicious musk of her want before she slips her middle and ring fingers inside velvety, receptive walls. Columbina tenses for only a moment before she relaxes again, and Furina's name leaves her lips in small huffs as she starts bouncing up and down erratically, chasing her completion.
Furina holds her by the waist, licks her neck, her breasts or anything else she can reach, finds herself unconsciously whispering little words of encouragement that make Columbina tighten deliciously against her fingers. And when she circles her thumb around Columbina's clit, she feels her come with a small cry, so hard that she is left shaking in Furina's hold for a few seconds before she collapses against her.
In the silence of the moments they grant each other to catch their breaths, movement comes from their side. Arlecchino is scooting closer, large hands entering Furina's peripheral until she feels one palm on her shoulder, Arlecchino's other hand rubbing soothing circles on Columbina's back.
Furina focuses on her breathing, deep and slow, Columbina nuzzling close to her. She has missed this, and granted she has not been in the giving end of this kind of act in centuries, but she mentally pats herself on the back, pleased with a job obviously well done. Arlecchino's breath fanning the side of her face, breathing her in like a predator about to pounce does nothing but further inflate her ego.
"Would you like to cash in your prize, Furina?" Arlecchino's low timbre is enough to remind Furina of the ache between her legs, and spark imagery of all the ways it could be taken care of. Arlecchino has never left her wanting, after all.
"You liked that," Furina purrs, palming the soft fabric of Arlecchino's shirt, trying to decide how she would want to proceed, limbs pleasantly melting on the couch in a way that makes Arlecchino's bedroom seem too far even if it's just a mere door away. "Have you thought about this before, Lord Knave? Fantasized about us?"
"You phrase this as an accusation I could ever dream to deny, Furina," Arlecchino's voice is smooth like honey, and her smile feels like danger. She redirects her attention to Columbina, petting her hair, feathers leaning into Arlecchino's hand. "Lets make you comfortable," she says, and Furina only then realizes that the hearth is burning bright and it isn't solely Arlecchino's body heat keeping them warm. "Bed?"
"Mhm, yes please," Columbina lifts her body just enough to turn towards Arlecchino, and Furina realizes that she is expecting to be lifted and carried to the next room. So much for the 4th Fatui Harbringer's terrifying reputation.
Arlecchino lies back just enough to zip her slacks, not giving Furina any chance to mourn the visual lost as she steadies herself with one knee on the couch, one arm scooping Furina from underneath her knees, the other behind her back as she lifts both Furina and Columbina together like they weight nothing, and makes her way towards her bedroom.
They end up in a bundle of limbs on the bed, Columbina laying against the pillows arranged against the headboard and Arlecchino on top of her, kissing her so lewdly that Furina can't see where one ends and the other begins, but can hear the wet sounds of their lips against each other. Columbina is boneless on the mattress, making small pleased sounds, Arlecchino on top of her muttering praises between bruising kisses.
Furina is about to do something, maybe strip herself off her pants and nicely ask for her fill, when Arlecchino draws back and sits on her haunches, slowly disentangling herself from Columbina. "Would you like to lay down, my dear?" She doesn't have to ask twice, Furina on her hands and knees ready to flop down on her back, but Columbina pulls her by the necktie instead.
"You can come here," Columbina says, spreading her legs enough to make the invitation clear, something to which Arlecchino hums in pleased agreement.
It takes only a few seconds for Furina to settle with her back against Columbina's chest, and for Arlecchino to nest between her own legs, in a familiar position that brings back enough memories to make her gush wetness she would be more embarrassed about if not for the way Arlecchino's pants are bulging and so close to her core.
She paws at Arlecchino with shaky hands, eliciting a small giggle that turns to a groan when she finally frees what she's been eyeing. Black and pulsing with vibrant red veins, the strap Arlecchino makes out of her powers is tailored in both size and girth to Furina's needs, leaking warm, almost scorching clear liquid when she puts her hands on it.
"I missed this as much as I missed you, dear Knave," she admits, her priorities clouded and her decision making hazy as she strokes the length that pulses and hardens in her hold. She knows that she wants it, but cannot decide on how or where. Thankfully Arlecchino was always one step ahead in that kind of thing.
"Better not keep you waiting then," Arlecchino pushes her back into Columbina's arms, her hands on Furina's thighs gripping the flesh with something that could be named possessiveness and Furina wouldn't care. She takes Furina's shorts and underwear off without much fanfare, leaving her exposed and wanting in the slightly cold air of the room.
Arlecchino's fingers move up, brushing slightly against light curls under her soft stomach and then down to her slit, no doubt finding her wetter than she's been in months, probably as desperate as Furina was their previous time together, knowing that Arlecchino was leaving for a mission she could not promise to get back from.
"Please," Furina asks, feeling Columbina's hands caressing from her shoulders to her collarbones, grounding. "I need it."
"Let it be known that I am not as cruel as word of mouth makes me seem," Arlecchino with two fingers scoops just enough of Furina's wetness to stroke her cock a few times before she positions herself. It takes a few seconds, which is almost unbearably long for Furina, until Arlecchino has situated her thighs underneath Furina's legs, tilting her lower body enough to make it work without removing her from Columbina's arms.
All she feels is warmth as Arlecchino leans over her, keeping her folds open with the fingers of one hand, guiding her length with the other. Always so careful, in a maddening way that has Furina wishing she could open her mouth and beg her to be a bit more careless, to grip her thighs and get what she wants without taking Furina's comfort into account.
All complains die on her tongue when the head of Arlecchino's strap pushes inside her walls, filling her with warmth that feels almost liquid. Furina takes a deep breath in, and feels how Arlecchino is fully sheathed inside her, cock dripping so much that Furina can feel the wetness leak off her to the bedsheets.
"Move," she commands, hands shaky while she doesn't know what to do with them. "You made me wait too long," she whimpers, Arlecchino finally moving in a dragged-out, slow motion that makes Furina's inside's melt.
She does not bother to keep her voice low, whimpers turning into moans as the pace is picked up, and she only absentmindedly realizes that Columbina is holding her hand, while simultaneously working the buttons of her shirt open and brushing against the fabric of her bra in a way that makes all other delicious sensations on her body feel even more intense.
Every few thrusts Arlecchino will lock eyes with her, cup her cheek, push her hair out of her face as her own way of asking Furina if she is okay, if she feels good, and Furina will reply with a kiss to her wrist, or with taking Arlecchino's fingers into her mouth to suck in time with her thrusts.
It feels so good, and she has been so pent up trying to take care of her needs by herself that she knows it won't take long. She hopes Arlecchino can feel it too, familiar with the way Furina's walls suck her in, tensing and relaxing around her length.
"You're doing so well, baby," Arlecchino coos, her hands almost covering Furina's thighs in a way that makes something feral in her awake. "Let yourself feel good for us," the slight scrape of her long nails against Furina's skin makes shivers run down her spine, and with Columbina already rolling a nipple between her fingers, she knows that she will let go soon.
Even aware that Arlecchino doesn't have the physiology, that her strap, as lifelike as it feels and functions is but the equivalent of the hydro dildos Furina sometimes constructs to fill herself, a primal part takes over Furina's brain. She doesn't remember ever feeling like this through the couplings in her archonhood, giving in the urge to wrap her legs around Arlecchino's waist and pull her close mindlessly.
"I want to feel you spill inside me," she breaths out, feeling how Columbina flutters underneath her. "Fill me up," she's only vaguely aware of the spit running down the corner of her mouth as Arlecchino leans impossibly close, enough for Furina to loop her arm around her lover's nape, and cants her hips faster into her.
Furina doesn't know who comes first, or if she wants Arlecchino to stop or keep going when they are riding the aftershocks of their orgasms together. Simultaneously too close to the point of overstimulation and still not feeling like enough,she keeps Arlecchino from moving an inch away, not yet ready to feel the emptiness she knows is to come.
Warm and thick, Arlecchino's come makes her feel a pressure that Furina wants to extend as long as possible. They kiss, slow and languid in the way Arlecchino loves to do after her orgasms, the traction between their bodies making Furina quiver, gradually passing the threshold of it being too much to the insatiability of knowing she could take one more.
Yet, as Arlecchino collapses on top of her in a lump of warmth and sweet smelling sweat, Furina lets her head loll back to Columbina's shoulder and take a breath, one of her lovers kissing the column of her neck, the other down her breasts, her shirt open and pulled to the side.
"Can I?" Columbina asks, and while Furina is unsure about the context of it, she nods, aware that there is not a single thing Columbina could do at that very moment that would be unwelcome, except maybe leaving their shared bed.
Her confusion doesn't last long, Columbina removing herself from her place against the headboard, lowering Furina on the pillows. Arlecchino thrusts her hips, and Furina feels how she is getting hard again, still inside her, moaning to the sensation of getting filled, of the realization that she really wants one more round to reach satiation.
Her eyelids are heavy, and her focus is lacking, but she feels her partners moving on the bed, towards each other, and she knows they are saying something in small whispers. Her legs tense, a finger that most likely belongs to Columbina touching her clit, and she hopes Arlecchino is about to start fucking her again, before she instead retracts her length from Furina who responds with a high pitched whine.
"It's alright," Columbina's voice feels like a caress, and the bed shifts, Furina feeling a soft breath against her core. "Let me clean you up, Furina, can I?"
Furina lifts her upper body just enough to see Columbina between her legs, on her elbows and knees, with Arlecchino already inside her and thrusting slowly, absolute bliss on her face. Even in her wildest fantasies or the most lewd novels from Inazuma, she could have never conjured a view so erotic. She lets her head fall back down, and places a hand on Columbina's head, pulling her closer until she feels that incredible tongue against her.
She completely loses track of time, the room warm and filled with their moans and sounds and just enough words to let each other know how good it is, how close they are.
Furina feels Arlecchino coming for the second time that night in the way Columbina's tongue ceases its thrusting for a moment, and then returns with renewed vigor. It doesn't take long for the two of them to reach their own orgasms from that point, Arlecchino cooing soft words and promises.
The bed is a mess, but they collapse on it nonetheless, stray hands caressing skin and lips pecking where they can reach, with a shared understanding that this is enough for the night. Furina feels the aches in her muscles, smiling to the knowledge that Arlecchino will massage them for her if she asks the next morning.
It takes a significant amount of coaxing for her and Columbina to get out of the bed, just enough to clean up in the en-suite bathroom while Arlecchino changes the sheets and bring water and chocolate cookies that the House of the Hearth never seems to be in lack of.
The quietness when they lie all together again, sprawled on Arlecchino's spacious bed, is comfortable, mixed with the heat emitting from Arlecchino's body at all times, making Furina feel toasty in the best way possible.
It takes them a few tries to figure the best way to go about it, ending up with Columbina in the middle, Furina turned to her from one side, and Arlecchino's long limbs embracing them both from the other. Safe, and sated, and happy, something Furina can't say she hadn't been missing, Columbina smoothing things out naturally instead of making them more complicated like she might have expected.
"We can all have breakfast with the kids tomorrow," Arlecchino mutters, stretching in the way that audibly pops something on her back. "But you are not allowed to distract them from their homework afterwards."
"Can't make promises," Furina giggles, knowing she can push Arlecchino's buttons with no repercussions, even if just for the night. "You know I cannot say no to them."
"I am inclined to follow Furina's train of thoughts," Columbina replies, nuzzling into Furina's neck, inhaling her. "After all, I too am quite fond of those kids as much as I am of their Father."
Furina thinks of shared mornings in the bedsheets, and messy breakfasts, and using Arlecchino's sunroom to teach the kids theater plays and read them old scripts while Arlecchino watches, and maybe Columbina even agrees to partake.
"I see," Arlecchino says, and Furina can hear the smile in her voice. "By letting you meet I have given you too much power," she hugs them just a little tighter. "I will let it slip, for tonight."