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Akulov is a well-known establishment lying just outside the heart of Night City. It’s private property, wealthy enough to afford an incredible breath-taking view of the pulsing neon heartbeat that stares back at it. Bright holoscreens float and flutter along the towering skyscrapers, flickering with commercial ads that promise a better life all at the simple cost of your soul. The distant hum of vehicles and the drone of heavy electrical tech mingles with the artificial cheer of holo-ads and the thumping techno bass that lives beneath the city, spreading through its veins with people still awake through the long night. Surviving, living, seeking that rush that keeps them alive; it's quite fitting for the city's namesake.
Zoey takes a deep breath and exhales, savoring the authentic air away from the usual synthetic hiss of O2 and filtered industrial smog. She straightens from her stance against the balcony railing, dusts off nonexistent dirt on her loose Samurai shirt and black cargo pants, and slowly makes her way through the rooftop garden. Green spots the garden, and Zoey is still pleasantly surprised by the presence of real plants. Towering bonsai trees are stationed every five feet, securing the perimeter of the penthouse in its own private airspace. It must have cost a fortune to import them, she thinks as she admires the thick trunks.
Across the garden is a medium-sized square pool. The waters are maintained and the faint smell of chlorine tickles Zoey’s nose as she gazes at the calm clear waters. Neon white light peeks from the bottom of the pool, and Zoey has to squash down the urge to partake in that luxury. Soaking in there with a cold drink in hand while gazing out at the city skyline sounds amazing.
She admires the rooftop with another appreciative look of awe before she turns to the door.
Stepping inside brings Zoey to the private suite she has bought for the evening. It’s a large and glorious penthouse space, complete with a fully-stocked bar that lines one half of the walls, and a deep-seated lounge area that would cost Zoey a year of freelance contracting to actually afford to live in. A kitchen space dwells in the middle of the suite, surrounded by long and sleek marble countertops. A bamboo centerpiece is set on one of the tables, and full-course meals are placed all around it; it’s part of the VIP package that Zoey selected.
Sculptures and paintings are placed strategically throughout the alcoves along the walls, elegantly framed by hidden neon lights that appeal to the eye. The walls are sleek black, illuminated with an overhead lighting of warm, neon gold every which way.
It's an indulgent luxury.
Upstairs holds the master bedroom; a king-sized bed sits against one wall while another lounge area dominates the rest of the room. A plush zebra-patterned rug bridges the two areas, inviting in a comfort that feels natural.
A private room is across the hall from the master bedroom, and what is inside has been on Zoey’s mind for the past week.
A delightful shiver runs down her spine as she strolls by the kitchen area, her fingertips tracing along the cool glass bottles of expensive liquor. It’s the whole reason of her indulging in this establishment in the first place.
Akulov is a high-end brothel, and god, Zoey must be out of her mind to spend this many credits in a single night.
Her gaze shifts to a woman lounging on the plush leather couch, gulping quietly as she approaches her.
Vibrant pink hair flows down the woman’s head, falling over both shoulders like a waterfall of silk. A well-fitted kimono wraps around the woman’s figure, red and gold silken fabric pulled taut over her curves. It’s like it was made for her. In her hand is a long ornate cigarette holder, and she makes the act of smoking much more elegant than it should be.
Mira is her name, the owner of Akulov, and Zoey’s heart pounds against the cage of her ribs as she stands in front of her.
Gleaming brown eyes lift to meet Zoey’s, the shiny glint of Kiroshi optics roaming over her body with a subtlety that makes Zoey want to preen and surrender. She merely swallows and waits for Mira to speak.
“Are you ready? She’s been waiting for you.” Mira smirks as she pulls a long inhale of her cig, a wispy plume of pink smoke exhaling from her nostrils after a few seconds. Amusement glimmers in Mira’s eyes as she stands up, an undercurrent of arousal swimming beneath as their eye contact remains locked.
“Yeah.” Zoey swallows thickly.
Tension swirls around their ankles, playing with the stream of neon streaming from the lighting on the walls.
Zoey’s pulse hums in her veins as she basks in Mira’s attention. She’s nervous and giddy at the same time, starstruck with having Mira’s attention on her. And the promise of another—one she has been eagerly waiting for as well.
Her VIP package—Akulov offers a unique sensory experience with its revered body mod technology. Equipment that you can wear and have it adhere to your body temporarily. You can feel every nerve and sensation like its organic counterpart.
Which basically means—it’s a cyber-modded dick, okay? Zoey bought the penthouse suite so she could put on a cybernetic dick and get herself sucked off with a premium blowjob.
It sounds insane in her head but… fuck, just the thought of it has Zoey’s gut swooping with arousal. And it’s not just about the extra sensory features, it’s about the woman performing the service too.
Ryu Rumi, the most famous (or infamous) name residing within Akulov’s roster. She’s so selective with her clients—which Mira has a direct hand in. The pool of people allowed to even be considered for the privilege of possibly buying a night with Akulov’s number one is infinitely small.
How Zoey even managed to get herself this opportunity feels like a fever dream.
Mira stands there for another moment, the smile tugging at the corner of her lips stretches a little more until it’s full-blown across her face. She takes another drag of her cig and blows a ring of pink smoke at Zoey's face, amused when the woman merely blinks at her.
A step and then another, and another, and another has Mira right in front of Zoey. To her credit, Zoey doesn’t flinch or back away, standing her ground as this intimidating beauty nearly presses into her personal space.
She’s stupefied, bewildered by this turn of events. Having Mira so close to her is making her palms sweat, her pulse thrumming in her veins like a kick of adrenaline. Zoey takes the chance to really look at Mira, admiring the sharp cut of those cheek bones and the plumpness of her lips.
A slender hand rises to cup Zoey’s jaw, making her tense before she leans into the touch.
Wide eyes stare back at Mira as she strokes Zoey’s cheek, an expression of mirth and curiosity swirling in Mira’s eyes.
“Is this, um, p-part of the package?”
“Not at all.” Mira leans in closer, close enough for the scent of synthetic lavender to drift into Zoey’s personal space. Those rich brown eyes dart down to linger at Zoey’s lips and the realization brings Zoey’s heartbeat to a hammering pace. “We saw you in the lobby and we knew,” Mira wets her lips slowly, a show of seduction that has Zoey captivated when she’s this close to the woman’s face, “That we had to have you.”
The use of we sends an electrifying rush down Zoey’s spine because—what? She managed to garner Mira’s and Rumi’s attention? Zoey gasps as Mira slowly closes the distance between them, swallowing Zoey’s sound of surprise with soft, plush lips.
Her eyes flutter close and the quiet shutter of Kiroshi optics doing the same has Zoey vibrating with a giddiness. Knowing that Mira is throwing herself into the kiss too makes Zoey’s arousal churn heavily in her stomach. The mutual want that simmers in the small space between them fills Zoey with an electrifying rush. She’s really doing this, okay, she’s really kissing one of the hottest women she’s ever known in her life.
When Mira pulls back, Zoey’s eyes flutter open slowly. She’s a little dazed and a lot warm in the face, still drifting on the high of being kissed by someone as beautiful as Mira.
“Drop your pants.”
“Huh—what?” The little squeak that comes out of Zoey’s mouth makes her face flush hot, and her heart rate spikes after registering Mira’s words.
A snort escapes Mira as she smiles at Zoey, endeared by the bashfulness on her face. She tucks her cig extender into her sleeve—which, okay, cool—before repeating herself, “Drop your pants. I’m going to get you ready for Rumi.”
Zoey gulps, “Okay, right, yeah, let’s—let’s do that.” She fumbles for her belt before getting it loose, the clinking of metal the only sound in the penthouse before Zoey’s pants drop to her ankles. Her underwear follows quickly after as Mira sinks down to her knees, the fabric of her kimono gracefully fluttering to pool around her.
Dark brown eyes stare up at her and Zoey shudders, whimpering at the tension turning thick in the air. Even while on her knees, Mira looks beautiful and commanding and so elegant. Arousal flares within Zoey’s belly, white-hot flames lapping at her from the inside. She’ll burn for this woman, oh, god.
Slender fingers glide up Zoey’s thighs, squeezing at thick, toned muscles intermittently before they settle at Zoey’s inner thighs. A gentle push prompts Zoey to spread her legs, making room for Mira.
Dark, coarse curls above Zoey’s mound are kissed gently, making Zoey whine from the gentle sensation of Mira’s lips on her skin. Those lips move lower, kissing a path down to Zoey’s clit. It’s swollen already, throbbing in anticipation and need for the woman in front of her and for the woman waiting for her upstairs. Slick covers her cunt, dripping from her core as Mira continues to kiss her clit and her soaked folds.
It’s all gentle touches, a worship of lips on slick flesh. Mira kisses every inch of her, taking her time savoring the taste of Zoey on her tongue.
And Zoey moans. She moans low and throaty, high and pitchy, all sorts of needy sounds escaping her parted lips as she stares down at Mira, watching as this gorgeous woman tastes her.
Slow drags of Mira’s tongue start from Zoey’s entrance, lapping at her labia, outer then inner, repeating a few times until Zoey's cunt is covered in equal parts slick and saliva. A breathy moan escapes Zoey as Mira continues this pattern, only moving upward when a shaky exhale slips free from Zoey. With a smile, Mira turns her attention to the slick bud peeking from its hood, the flat of her tongue pressing against the underside of Zoey's clit.
"O-Oh…" A breathy inhale is taken, and Mira preens at the raw reaction, pleased at herself for coaxing out Zoey's pleasure. She hums and smiles when she feels Zoey's pulse throbbing through her clit, right on Mira's tongue. It's an intoxicating pleasure—the way a woman feels like her entire world is settled on Mira's tongue, dripping and throbbing and aching for more. She loves it, enjoys this act for the receiver as much as she loves it for her own sake.
Mira drags her tongue around the swollen bud until she manages to push the clitoral hood back slowly, revealing sensitive flesh that looks so pretty. The tip of her tongue circles Zoey’s clit in maddeningly slow motions, gentle but firm. The friction and the pressure is perfect, just enough to make Zoey leak with another wave of wetness, just enough to punch a throaty moan out of Zoey as her knees shake.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
Her hands land on Mira’s shoulders before they move to her head of pink hair, fingers sinking into silken strands as Zoey tries to find purchase to anchor herself in the midst of rolling waves of pleasure. A hand squeezes at her thigh before pulling Zoey's leg over Mira's shoulder, spreading her apart even further, making her drip even more into Mira's mouth.
“Fuck… oh my god, y-your mouth, Mira.” A whimper from Zoey spills from her mouth as her eyes droop half-lidded, “Your tongue… mhm, f-feels so good.”
Mira merely moans her appreciation as she slides her tongue inside of Zoey’s cunt, moaning louder at the small gush of wetness spurting into her mouth. She thrusts her tongue in and out, repeating the curling motion as she flicks the tip of her tongue against sweet spots along slick walls. Zoey’s hands grip at her head but they don’t tug or yank, instead holding the back of her head tenderly. Mira finds that attractive, her chest growing warmer at the gesture.
“So good, ngh, s-so good.” Zoey’s voice hinges on breathy exhales as she sinks into her pleasure, lost in the effortless way Mira’s tongue drags against her walls, stroking at sweet spots that bring stars bursting at the edges of her vision.
When Mira pulls her tongue back, she drags the flat of it back up to Zoey’s clit, smearing all that slick over her swollen bud before she’s lapping at it roughly. The harsh pressure makes Zoey keen, such a sweet debauched noise that has Mira smug about the reaction. She keeps up a consistent fast pace, reveling in the way Zoey’s already trembling from her touch.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
It’s a slow, steady, and gradual build-up of pleasure that zips up and down Zoey’s spine, an endless onslaught of pleasure that smashes along the shoreline of her senses over and over again, delivering a toe-curling ecstasy that makes her head spin and spin and spin.
“C-Close, Mira… hah, I’m close!” Zoey pants as she grips Mira’s hair a little harder, her hips starting to buck into Mira’s face now. Desperation begins to shine in her eyes, now blooming pitch black as she nears the edge of release.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
An encouraging moan is Mira’s answer. She doesn’t relent with her tongue, pushing Zoey towards the edge with the slow, harsh flicks of her tongue against that bundle of nerves.
“F-Fuck, fuck, M-Mira—ah, ahh!”
Watching Zoey fall apart is a gorgeous sight, Mira thinks as she slows her licking into something sweet and soft and gentle. She laps at the wetness that leaks out of Zoey, humming and moaning at the decadent taste that spills on her tongue. It’s addicting, the pure essence of Zoey, and Mira pants softly as she watches Zoey collect herself.
It’s kinda cute, honestly.
Zoey’s freckles glow like constellations on her flushed skin; the urge to kiss them has Mira blinking in surprise at the thought.
Perhaps there could be more than this one night between them.
Mira saves that thought for later.
“You taste so good… mhm, the perfect blend of musky and sweet.” Mira’s voice is a throaty purr as she licks the shiny wetness off her lips, grinning with a sharp, hungry glint in her eyes. “Oh, Rumi’s going to love tasting you.”
The admission combined with the obscene sight of Mira’s mouth wet from eating her out wrenches a heavy twist in Zoey’s belly, making her groan out loud as her arousal curls and swoops hard.
“Cute,” Mira laughs as she draws herself up gracefully, her hand catching Zoey’s before tugging her towards the stairs. “Speaking of—let’s not keep Rumi waiting any longer., shall we?
Frantically, under the guise of trying to keep her cool, Zoey pulls up her pants one-handed before she’s tugged forward, following Mira’s long strides as best she can.
“Mira? Is she here?” A melodic voice speaks from behind a wall—a man-made wall tailored to certain specifications—Zoey’s eyes are drawn to the hole in the middle.
It’s large enough for a… oh!
Suddenly, Zoey averts her gaze, her cheeks warming as she finishes that suggestive thought in her head. A snort comes from beside her, and Zoey scowls as she lightly smacks Mira’s arm.
“S-Shut up! It's my first time!” Zoey hisses the words quietly as the blush on her face grows hotter. Mira stifles her laughter, her eyes crinkling from how amused she is.
“Yes, Rumi, she’s here. Let me prepare her first.” Mira points over to the nearby bed, motioning towards the dildo? Sitting on the bed sheets. “Go on. Put it on.”
Confusion befalls Zoey before it clicks in her head—right, this is the body mod, the whole purpose of her visit. Of course she knew that, she's just… still dazed from her recent orgasm, that's all. She picks it up, surprised by how lightweight it feels in her hands. Her pants and underwear are quickly pulled off and Zoey stares at the limp dick in her hands before bringing it to her pelvis. A pair of sensory patches are applied to either side of her hips, and Zoey lets out a little yelp as the dick slides inside of her slick cunt, affixing to her walls with a clinical gentleness. Don’t ask her how it works—she doesn’t want to know the science behind the tech—all Zoey knows that, holy fuck, it feels like she really has a dick jutting between her legs now.
The sensory patches glow with a luminous hum, her Kiroshi optics whir quietly in response as it registers the connection to her online network, and Zoey lets out a shaky breath as she gives her cock a tentative stroke. Pleasure immediately sweeps across her senses and Zoey groans as her brain registers the touch. "O-Oh, wow… so that's what it feels like that, huh."
“You’re ready now.” A smirk twists on Mira’s lips as she observes Zoey’s figure, her eyes lingering on the swell between her legs. It’s a thick cock, not too long, a good length to push through the hole in the wall. And it looks good on Zoey, a nice fit to the lean but strong, sturdy frame of her body.
Excitement and arousal churns in Zoey’s belly, an electrifying need settling in her bones as she strokes her own cock, sighing as she’s hard within seconds. Her eyes narrow at the bead of glistening wetness leaking from the tip, awe settling in her chest when she realizes that it's her arousal sliding down her own shaft.
She strides towards the hole in the wall, her heart beating faster in her chest as she stands before it.
Zoey sticks her cock into the hole, one hand gripping the base of her shaft, and immediately moans at the feeling of warm breath ghosting around her tip, her knees trembling when a second later, soft lips kiss her cockhead in a feather-light touch.
“Hello, darling.” Rumi coos from the other side, her warm breath ghosting along Zoey’s shaft like a tantalizing tease.
"H-Hi." There are still nerves present in Zoey's voice but she's not as jittery as before, the pleasure slowly zipping up her spine has her mellowing into a pliant state.
"Are you ready for me?" Rumi sounds delightful, her voice a blend of seductive and melodic, a dreamy tone that beckons Zoey further into the clutches of debauchery.
"I am," Zoey wets her lips, unable to keep the desire brimming in her chest from spilling out, "I've been thinking about this for so long… thinking about you for so long."
There's a moments pause on the other side, quiet save for the warm breath washing over her throbbing cock, and Zoey wonders if she's overstepped—before Rumi laughs softly, something pleased curling in her voice as she kisses along the length of Zoey's cock, sending an electric jolt of pleasure rippling through Zoey.
"You're sweet. Such a charmer while I'm about to blow you." Rumi sounds amused as she drags her tongue along the sides of Zoey's shaft, applying slow licks against the thick shaft, lathering it in her saliva until the girth is hard and glistening.
Zoey can only respond with breathy moans and a weak, "Hnnggg…"
More precum leaks from Zoey’s cockhead, surprising her from the appearance of her own body fluid—before another keening sound is sharply wrenched from her lips. She’s panting harshly as Rumi takes her cockhead in between those soft lips and suckles hard. Pleasure like nothing before lances through Zoey, making her hips buck against the way, her cock pushing deeper into Rumi’s mouth.
"O-Oh, fuck… it really feels like—ngh!"
Soft, kitten licks are applied to her cockhead before Rumi is sucking on it again gently then harshly, eliciting bursts of white-hot pleasure for Zoey at the alternating pleasure. She whines as she plants a hand on the wall, bracing herself, unprepared for just how good it feels to have her cock sucked off.
“Fuck, that’s… hah, that feels so good.”
Rumi takes her deeper into her mouth, inch by inch, until every space is occupied by Zoey's warm and hard cock. It sends her into a heady headspace, so warm and hedonistic that her own body shudders, her own cunt clenching around nothing as it leaks slick down her inner thighs.
She leans forward and takes Zoey in until that cockhead is gently prodding at the back of her throat. And then Rumi stops, her hand gently squeezing at the base of Zoey's cock once before she waits.
"Fuck… hah, okay, okay… slowly, yeah?" Zoey groans on the other side between breathy pants, her head swimming with pleasure as the stimulation travels up her cock to the sensory patches before flooding Zoey's brain with the stream of sensation. The sensory patches on her hips pulse intermittently.
With her brows furrowing in concentration, Zoey's hips begin to move, slow and shallow thrusts like she's exploring exactly how much Rumi's mouth can take her. She draws backward before pushing forward, moaning at the warm wetness of Rumi's mouth, of her lips stretched around her cock, of that tongue that slides against the underside of her cock with every thrust.
Zoey pushes a little deeper as she rolls her hips, gasping every time her cockhead pushes against the velvety entrance of Rumi's throat. "Fuck, do you want it? Want me to fuck your throat, pretty girl?"
Zoey huffs against the wall, panting as desperation and hunger and lust begins to take root in her voice. She hears Rumi moaning loudly in response, and grins when desire sinks its claw deep into her core. Her cock twitches against the inside of Rumi's cheeks, and then she's thrusting a little deeper, still slow enough to savor every second of it.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
Gawk, gawk, gluck!
The lewd sound of wetness and slurping and sucking echoes through the bedroom, and Zoey groans as her skin grows flushed from the warmth of her arousal, from the depravity of this carnal act. Her head is spinning with pleasure, dizzy from how good it feels to be in this position. Her hips rock forward carefully, rolling in half-circles as she feels herself pushing into the tight passage of Rumi's throat, trembling at the glide of Rumi’s dexterous tongue lapping at her sensitive cockhead every time she’s pushing deeper in her mouth.
“I…,” Zoey licks her lips as she pants roughly, “I’ve been thinking about you all week. Fuck, Rumi, I couldn’t wait for you to put your mouth on me.” She groans as she lets her mouth run, allowing the stream of her inner thoughts free while she sinks into this debauchery.
A rich, decadent moan can be heard on the other side of the wall.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
Gluck, gluck, gawk!
“You feel so good… hah, this is exactly what I wanted. W-What a… ngh, what a good girl, taking all of my cock through a hole… dirty slut… oh, fuck, that’s a good girl.”
Breathless babbling drips from Zoey’s mouth as she humps the glory hole, losing herself as she chases after her pleasure. Her eyes struggle to stay open, rolling as wave after wave of sensation floods her brain. She’s panting and groaning, jerking at every jolt of ecstasy that rushes through her.
The lewd noises on Rumi's end make her shiver, those sweet needy moans vibrating on her shaft too—god, Zoey didn't know it could feel so good having an extra appendage like this. She groans as she drinks up each and every one of Rumi's muffled moans and whimpers, trembling as it fuels her own arousal.
It’s a slow, gradual build up, and Zoey can barely hang on as she draws nearer and nearer to the edge. Saliva drips down her shaft before Rumi’s mouth laps it up, and then she's taking Zoey's cock back down her throat, that divine pressure wrapping around her shaft like a godly vice. Her knees are shaking and Zoey whines, unable to believe how incredibly lucky she is to be right here at this moment, about to blow her load in Rumi’s mouth.
“Rumi, Rumi, Rumi—I'm gonna—” Zoey chants her name, her tone pitching into breathless need. Her toes curl against the cool food as her core begins to tighten, clenching as she climbs higher and higher—
“Wait, wait, Zoey,” Rumi’s voice is breathless as she pulls off of Zoey’s cock, the slick sound of a wet and breathless gasp echoing behind the urgency in her words.
A groan escapes Zoey as she’s pulled back from the edge, blinking the stars away in her vision as clarity rushes in with cool sobriety.
There’s a shuffling sound before a side door opens and closes. Soft footsteps pad into the room, giving Mira and Zoey a proper look at Rumi.
She’s a beauty and Zoey’s jaw drops to the ground as she takes in the sight of Rumi. A woman with a figure of lean muscle stands before them. Pale skin shimmers with jagged lightning-shaped marks that glow iridescent under the golden overhead lights, casting Rumi in an otherworldly light. She’s naked too, only a lovely set of golden jewelry adorning Rumi’s body—necklaces and arm bangles and bracelets and a tantalizing waist chain that ties everything together.
Zoey’s breath hitches as she takes the sight in, her brain stuttering to a grinding halt as she gawks at Rumi’s—boobs, boobs, boobs—chest and hips and legs. But mostly her face—she’s as beautiful as Zoey thought her to be.
“Oh, you’re beautiful.” Breathless is the way those words drop out of Zoey’s mouth, and she’s delighted by Rumi’s reaction. A dusting of red sprawls along Rumi’s cheeks, spreading down her neck and further along her chest, highlighting the gleam of golden luxury draped over her body.
“Thank you.” Rumi’s chin tilts downward, a bashful expression unfurling across her face before she shakes herself out of it, a renewed determination overtaking her visage. It’s confidence taking control, and Mira makes an interested noise while Zoey whimpers, her gut clenching with a spike of arousal.
“The reason why I stopped you,” Rumi says with a husky lilt, a seduction that makes Zoey feel weak-willed to whatever will come out of Rumi’s mouth next. “Is because I want you to come in my mouth, on my tongue, on my chest.”
“Oh, god,” Zoey whimpers under her breath, groaning as her cock twitches at the visceral image Rumi has concocted with her lewd words. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that.”
“Perfect.” A grin stretches along Rumi’s lips as she strides forward, sinking down to her knees in front of Zoey. Her hands land on Zoey’s thighs, warm to the touch. It pulls a gasp out of Zoey, and then a groan as blunt fingernails drag up the toned plane of her thighs.
Zoey’s cock twitches again, the weight of her girth bobbing with a shiny dewdrop of pre on the slit. A glistening string of wetness dangles from Zoey’s cockhead, and Rumi takes the opportunity to stick her tongue out, lapping it up as she draws upward until she’s able to take the tip between her lips.
Sensation explodes across Zoey’s brain—warm and wet and the suckling pressure of Rumi’s mouth—feels so good. A cry leaves Zoey as her hands dart out, one landing in Rumi’s hair and the other grasping the base of her cock. She’s close, so close from before, and Zoey’s hips buck forward, inadvertently pushing more of her girth into Rumi’s mouth. Pleasure floods her senses, more and more like endless waves that batter at her.
Panting and moaning, Zoey glances down just to let out a keening noise. Rumi looks so obscene like this, with her lips stretched around the girth of Zoey’s cock, suckling as she bobs her head slowly, the flat of her tongue gliding against the underside of her shaft.
Seeing Rumi do this just makes everything ten times hotter.
“Fuck, Rumi! I’m gonna come… hah, I’m so close,” Zoey groans as her muscles flex, shuddering as she climbs that peak, “Gonna come in your mouth… ngh, gonna paint your pretty face too. Mhm, yeah, you want it all over your chest too, hm? I’ll make sure you get every drop.”
Muffled moans come from Rumi as she hears Zoey’s dirty talk, her own arousal clenching in her gut as she works her mouth on Zoey’s cock. Her hand clutches at Zoey’s thigh while her free hand dips between her own thighs, stroking her own cunt, drawing the slick dripping out of her to smear around her clit. Pleasure rocks through her body with each rough circle, and Rumi whines, absolutely getting off on sucking Zoey off, on having her mouth filled with Zoey’s thick cock, on the promise of being painted with Zoey’s release.
Warmth drapes over Zoey’s back, and the hot huff of breath tickling her ear tells her of Mira’s presence. Warmth bleeds into her body, startling Zoey with the realization that Mira is only in her bra and panties, her kimono discarded on the floor in a pile of fabric. Her hand curls around Zoey’s hip while her free hand cups Rumi’s cheek. She coos, low and husky, absolutely reveling in the shiver that rolls down Rumi’s and Zoey’s body, “Doesn’t she look good on her knees? And with her mouth wrapped around your cock.”
“F-Fuck… hah, Mira…” Zoey whines as she watches Rumi bob on her cock, moaning as she feels Mira’s hand stroking her abdomen.
“Come for us,” Mira’s lips curve into a smile as she kisses Zoey’s jaw, nipping at her ear lobe before moving down to her neck to mark it up. "You've been waiting so patiently. It's time you come and paint Rumi's body with it. Don't you agree, pretty girl?"
“I’m… I’m—hah!”
All that coiling tension within Zoey snaps as she reaches the end of her restraint. She shouts, moaning loudly as her core clenches, her cock throbbing with an ache before thick ropes of creamy white spurt free. A few strands shoot in Rumi’s mouth before Zoey pulls out, stroking herself quickly as she paints the rest of her release all over Rumi’s chin and neck and chest, moaning shamelessly at each pump of her hand, her cock twitching with every spurt it releases. It’s a salacious image and Zoey huffs as she catches her breath, her hips occasionally jumping as aftershocks ripple through her.
“Fuuuck…” A soft whine leaves Zoey as she pets Rumi’s hair, gently carding her fingers through silken purple locks. Her eyes are wide as they take in the glistening mess dripping down Rumi's chin, dripping down to spill on her chest, creamy white splattered on pale skin that's blushing a soft cherry pink. A few thick droplets of Zoey's cum have wet Rumi's nipple, enticing Zoey to bend down and clean up her mess with her mouth.
A pair of hands pulls Zoey backwards and she falls on her ass onto the foot of the bed before she can blink, her breath leaving her as she watches Mira sink to her knees before she’s kissing Rumi. Arousal lances through her body at the sight of these two beautiful women kissing, smearing Zoey’s cum along their lips and tongue. A groan leaves Zoey’s mouth as her cock twitches again, sending a jolt to her overstimulated body. Quickly, Zoey unlatches the body mod and lets it drop with a thud to the bedroom floor. Her knees are trembling and she’s sweaty and flushed and exerted but god, what a fucking rush. She leans back on her hands, content to watch Mira lapping at Rumi’s face, kissing her briefly before descending Rumi’s neck to lick up the mess glistening on her lover’s chest.
"Mhm, Mira…!" Rumi's head tips back as she lets out a throaty moan, her hands clutching at Mira's shoulder as her lover sinks her teeth into the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Oh my god, that’s so hot.” Zoey groans under her breath.
Another blink and Zoey finds herself with two pairs of hands on her shoulders and chest, pushing her down onto the bed. A startled noise leaves her lips as Rumi and Mira loom over her, smiling down with a myriad of emotion glimmering in their eyes—arousal and amusement and an undercurrent of affection blooming.
“Wha—”
“The night isn’t over yet, Zoey.” Mira purrs.
And Rumi echoes the sentiment with, “And we aren’t done with you either.”
Zoey gulps as she basks in their attention, shuddering from their roaming hands. Want settles in her veins, surging like a flood of molten arousal. She touches them too, lost in the feeling of their bodies pressing into her, surrendering to the mutual desire coiling thick in the room.
“W-Wait—” Zoey moans into Mira’s mouth, breathless as she’s kissed deeply, whining at the little sting of pain as Mira nips at her bottom lip, “Is this—is this part of the package too?” Mirth glints in her eyes as Mira lets out a scowl, giggling as Rumi snorts in amusement.
“Zoeyyy.”
More giggling bubbles out of Zoey before she’s cut off by a kiss from Rumi, groaning as Rumi’s tongue slips into her mouth, licking slowly and sensually to elicit a delightful shudder through her body. A sting of teeth clamps down on Zoey’s neck and pulls a throaty cry from her lips; Mira’s chuckle swirls in her ear, and Rumi swallows Zoey’s moan with one of her own, suckling on Zoey’s tongue sensually.
Zoey has no complaint as Rumi’s and Mira’s hands slide down her navel to meet between her thighs, her hips rolling in response to their heated touch. This is the best purchase she's ever made, and that's the last coherent thought she has before Rumi and Mira completely overtake her mind and body.