Page 22 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

Seemingly now satisfied, Mariane slowly pulls her fingers out of the woman’s glistening cunt and moves back up her body. Lowering her gaze to her parted lips, she presses those same fingers against them. The blonde obediently opens her mouth, her eyes drifting towards me as she sucks her own wetness off Mariane’s fingers.

Gritting my teeth to hold back a groan, I cross my legs, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure building between them. The move only highlights the fact that the fabric between my thighs is already thoroughly soaked. Apparently having noticed, Mariane’s lips curl into yet another smirk. Withdrawing her fingers from the woman’s mouth, she replaces them with her lips, giving the blonde a kiss deep enough to draw moans from them both.

It takes every bit of self-restraint I have to not squirm in my seat. To not…

After a moment, they separate with mirrored gasps for breath, the courtesan’s chest heaving as she looks between Mariane and I, likely awaiting her next instruction. Mariane trails her fingertips from the woman’s breasts down to the curls between her thighs before rolling off of her and onto her feet beside the bed.

With her back towards me, Mariane undoes the buckle of the belt holding up the trousers I’d lent her and lets them fall to the floor around her boots. Throwing another devious smirk over her shoulder, she bends to tug off the boots, giving me the perfect view of her ass as she does so. And the slickness coating her inner thighs.

In fear of breaking the arms of the chair, I dig my fingers into my own thighs instead.

A bead of sweat trickles down my brow as Mariane climbs back on top of the woman, straddling one of her thighs and smearing her arousal all over it. They both let out matching low moans and Mariane’s head falls back before lolling back towards me. She begins rolling her hips, grinding her cunt along the woman’s thigh.

Licking her lips, she mutters, “Touch yourself, Vannaria. I know you want to.”

If I were a stronger woman, I’d argue. If I were a stronger woman, I would have left the room as soon as I’d realized what I’d barged in on. If I were a stronger woman, my hands would not be frantically undoing my own belt right now.

I am not strong when it comes to this woman.

We don’t break eye contact as I dip my hand down into the front of my leather trousers. Or as she begins fondling the woman’s nipples and grinding her hips faster. And especially not as I begin circling my own clit and Mariane’s fingers return to the one half-hidden beneath blonde curls.

The room smells heavily of sweat and sex, and our combined moans and grunts ensure there isn’t a single moment of silence as the three of us climb toward the peak of pleasure together.

Unsurprisingly, the blonde is the first to fall. This time, instead of immediately pushing her into another orgasm, Mariane rolls her hips faster, beads of sweat trawling down her temples as she furiously grinds her cunt along the woman’s completely drenched thigh. My own fingers instinctually increase their pace as well.

Right Mariane’s movements become erratic, and her eyes begin to flutter, I accidentally close my own eyes and throw my head back as white hot pleasure surges through me. The deep groan that rips from my throat is immediately followed by a guttural growl that trails into a strangled whimper.

As soon as my orgasm gives way to aftershocks, I lull my head forward again, violet eyes desperately seeking out golden. A brief instant later, Mariane opens her eyes as well, gasping for breath and with a stunningly beautiful lazy smile curling at her lips.

For a moment, nothing else in the world exists.

Breaking our eye contact again, Mariane gazes down at the thoroughly wrecked woman beneath her. “I know I…paid for two hours,” she wheezes, still panting for breath. “But I think I’ve…gotten my money’s worth already.” She looks back at me. “Don’t you?”

Unsure what else to do in this moment, I tug my hand free of my trousers and nod.

The blonde woman clears her throat, twice, then asks, “Does your friend want anything from me? Free of charge.”

Without giving Mariane time to answer, I shake my head. “No. That won’t be necessary.”

“Alright, fair enough I suppose. Though, I am a bit disappointed.” With eyes still filled with lust, the stranger somehow gives me a slow once-over. “I imagine you look quite striking beneath all that armor.”

Mariane lets out a snort of laughter. “Trust me, you don’t want to be anywhere near her when she takes it off. Especially not those boots.”

Frowning, I glance down at said boots and mutter, “Are they really that bad? I just washed them… Well, not too long ago.”

Both women begin to laugh, causing my cheeks to heat from more than just a lingering effect of my orgasm. With shaky fingers, I quickly rebuckle my belt.

What in the actual hells just happened? When I’d returned from my shopping trip, I’d momentarily been worried when I’d realized Mariane wasn’t still sitting in the dining area. Then I’d assumed she’d simply retired to her room instead. Which I suppose she had.

But when I’d come upstairs to unload the clothing and supplies I’d purchased, I’d heard several moans and whimpers coming from the room next to mine. Similar to the ones I’d heard last night, when Mariane had been having a nightmare.

Blinded by my worry that she was having another, I’d rushed in here without knocking. Without taking the time to listen to what I was truly hearing. And now…

“Vannaria.” As if reading my mind, Mariane calls my name, pulling me from my thoughts and returning my focus to our present situation. “Are you sure you don’t want a turn with our new acquaintance? I did technically use your coin to purchase our time together.”

A smile comes unbidden to my face. “Of course you did. But, no. I found myself quite content being a mere bystander.”

It’s not entirely a lie, but not entirely the truth either. Getting to watch the two women together was absolutely marvelous. But, it’s not the courtesan that my cunt is still aching for.