"Perfect," Zara breathes, her eyes tracking over my body with obvious appreciation. "Absolutely perfect."
They take turns exploring my skin, mapping every curve and hollow with reverent touches. Alessia focuses on my breasts, her mouth hot and wet as she lavishes attention on sensitive flesh. Zara's hands slide down my stomach to my thighs, building anticipation with every stroke. And Solace, she holds me steady, her fingers threading through my hair, whispering encouragement in my ear.
"That's it, princess," Solace murmurs. "Let them take care of you. Let yourself feel good."
Alessia's tongue circles one nipple before her teeth graze it gently, and I cry out at the sensation. Pleasure shoots straight to my core, making me arch into her touch. She hums in satisfaction, clearly pleased by my response, and does it again with more purpose.
Zara's hands spread my thighs, positioning me how she wants me. "So wet already," she says with obvious approval. "Your body knows what it needs, doesn't it?"
"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm begging for. "Please, I need—"
"We know what you need," Zara assures me. Then her fingers find my pussy, sliding through my folds, and I nearly sob with relief.
They work in perfect synchronization, like they've done this together a thousand times. Alessia on my breasts, Zara between my legs, Solace holding me and whispering sweet nothings that make me feel cherished and desired and completely safe. The pleasure builds steadily, climbing higher with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered word of praise.
"You're doing so well," Alessia says against my skin. "Taking everything we're giving you so beautifully."
"So responsive," Zara adds, her fingers working with skilled precision. "Every sound you make is perfect."
"You're perfect," Solace echoes, kissing my temple. "Our perfect Omega."
The words wash over me like honey. I've never felt so thoroughly worshipped, so completely desired. Every touch is reverent, every kiss is purposeful, and I can feel how much they want me in every gesture. It's overwhelming in the best possible way.
Zara adds a second finger, stretching me carefully, and I whimper at the sensation. Her thumb finds my clit, working it with maddening precision. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core, building toward something explosive.
"That's it," Zara encourages. "Let go for us. We've got you."
Alessia's mouth moves to my other breast, her tongue and teeth working in tandem to drive me wild. Solace's hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, and grounding me even as I feel like I'm about to fly apart. Zara knows exactly what she's doing, her fingers curling inside me to hit spots that make my vision white out.
"I can't," I gasp, even as my body tells a different story. "It's too much, I can't—"
"You can," Solace says firmly. "You can take it, princess. We won't give you more than you can handle."
The orgasm hits me like a wave, crashing through my body with intensity that steals my breath. I cry out, my back arching off the bed again, my hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure overwhelms every sense. They work me through it, their touches gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last aftershock until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
When I finally collapse back against the pillows, boneless and satisfied, I can barely think. My body feels like liquid, completely relaxed in a way I've never experienced. "Mercy," I whisper, the word coming out slurred. "Please, mercy."
They laugh, the chorused sound full of affection. "We're just getting started," Alessia promises, pressing a kiss to my stomach.
But they give me a moment to catch my breath, their touches turning soothing rather than arousing. Zara reaches for something beside the bed, and when I see what she's holding, my eyes widen. It's a strap-on, beautifully crafted and clearly designed for comfort as much as pleasure.
"Is this alright?" Zara asks, her voice gentle despite the hunger in her eyes. "We can stop if it's too much."
"Don't stop," I manage, my voice coming out breathless and needy. "Please don't stop."
She smiles, satisfaction and tenderness mixing in her expression. She secures the harness around her hips, and I watch with fascination as she positions herself between my legs. Alessia and Solace move to either side of me, their hands finding mine, offering support.
"Look at me," Zara says softly, and I meet her eyes. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
She enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust, and the stretch is perfect. Not too much, not too little, just right. She pauses when she's fully seated, letting me feel the fullness ofthe silicone, the connection. Then she begins to move, slow and deep, each thrust more purposeful than the next.
"Oh gods," I breathe, my eyes rolling back. "Zara, that's—"
"I know," she says, her voice rough with her own desire. "I can feel your pleasure through our bond. Every sensation you're experiencing is feeding back to me."
She picks up the pace gradually, finding a rhythm that has me gasping and moaning. Alessia kisses me, swallowing my cries, while Solace whispers praise in my other ear. The combination of sensations is overwhelming, pleasure building again impossibly fast.
Zara's magic swirls around us, enhancing every touch and sensation. It mingles with my own magic, gold and black-green dancing together in patterns that are both ancient and new. "You are incredible," Zara tells me, her eyes locked on mine. "I could do this for hours."
