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drippyrose · 16 days ago

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Too much (its never enough.)

A KafBlade x FemReader overly gratuitous smut fic. I had this on the brain for far too long. I am only mildly ashamed. (its nearly 19k words, i am very ashamed but oh well.) It is a very sweet marathon sex between the three of them in a loving poly relationship.

Summery

Switch Blade (Doms you, gets Dommed by Kafka)

Dom Kafka (uses a strap-on on reader.)

Sub Reader

No angst just love and lust.

(18,214 words) I beta-ed this myself so there might be errors.

Minors DNI (I can't stop you from reading but please do not interact I do not want to know.)

Arriving back at Base after the most recent intel gathering mission you, Kafka, and Blade closely walk side by side, the two being a little protective after an incident with a particularly pushy suitor and yourself not able to do anything due to the cover you were under.

Now you were practically pulling the two inside, eager to rest with your two favourite people.

Kafka chuckled at your enthusiasm, following you out of the car. "Someone's in a hurry for cuddles," she teased, a playful spark in her eyes.

Blade, who was still standing nearby, rolled his eyes at your words, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Too much of a hurry." he said, but there was no bite in his tone. As everyone makes way inside, Kafka looped her arm through yours while Blade walked slightly behind you.

"Hehe, you like it though Bladie, or you wouldn't come with us." you chuckle softly, excited to finally get back to the comfort of Kafka’s room. She had it stocked with several pairs of both yours and Blade’s pajamas for moments like this, so no one wouldn't be left naked, but... "can we do naked cuddles?"

Kafka's eyes gleamed at your suggestion, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, I like where this is going," she murmured, a hint of excitement in her voice hinting that it definitely wouldn’t just end at cuddles. "Naked cuddles? I'm definitely on board."

Blade let out a low, gruff sound, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. Despite his usual stoicism, even he couldn't deny the appeal of that idea, especially as he knew how ‘cuddling’ would end. "Fine, but I have one condition," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "If we're going to do this, we have to establish some rules,"

You reach out your free hand to Blade wanting to begin the intimacy now to slowly work you up. "Oh? I'm interested in your rules Bladie, what is it you want to do tonight?" Blade could be hit or miss with his desires for intimacy, sometimes strictly cuddling, other times none of you would sleep till we're into the next day or he wouldn't be involved at all, either leaving you and Kafka alone or just watching.

"We need a safeword." Was his short, to the point answer. Kafka immediately nodded, you could see the gears in her head turning with all the ideas she had for tonight. You feel more excited at the prospect of a safe word, it means he really was willing to engage with you and Kafka today. "Of course, those are the fundamentals. I am happy with just cuddling if you really don't want to... have fun today Bladie."

Blade shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I want to be involved today," he admitted, his voice softer.

Kafka, who had been listening intently, let out a low murmur of approval. "That's good to hear," she said, her grip on your arm tightening slightly as she grew more excited. "So, what's our safe word?"

Blade paused for a thoughtful moment, considering potential safe words. "How about we use 'Stellaron'?" he proposed. "It's related to our work, but it's also a word we won't accidentally say in the heat of the moment."

Kafka nodded in agreement, her eyes locked on Blade. "Stellaron sounds good to me."

"That works for me." you say, "come on, let's go." Your excitement grew as you speed up your pace to get to Kafka’s room quickly so we could get started.

Kafka and Blade follow me, their own pace quickening to match your excitement. "Someone's eager," Kafka teases, a smirk on her face.

Blade chuckles softly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of fondness and desire. "She's not the only one." Kafka merely chuckled in agreement at his response. It wasn't often he'd admit just how much he enjoyed these moments, that rareness made it more special in a way.

Kafka and Blade catch up to you, their energy matching yours. Kafka opens the door to her room, and the three of you step inside.

The room is dimly lit, with a comfortable queen-sized bed dressed in silvery linens. Soft moonlight filters in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the space. Kafka closes the door behind you, a mischievous smile on her lips. "Alright, let the fun begin." With that Kafka's hand finds yours, tugging you towards the bed. She sits down on the edge, her fingers intertwined with yours as she guides you to sit next to her.

Blade stands near the foot of the bed, his eyes watching you and Kafka. He takes off his jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair before moving a step closer. Kafka pats the space on her other side, gesturing for Blade to sit down. Blade hesitates for a moment, but the look in your eyes and the sight of you and Kafka together make him give in. He moves towards the bed and sits down next to Kafka, his eyes never leaving you both.

Kafka's arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. She turns her head to press a kiss to your forehead before looking up at Blade with a smile.

"Now that we're all here, where do we begin?"

"What do you want to do Kafka? You always have fun ideas." You know, leaving it to her was a dangerous move, but you wanted her pleasurable danger this evening, especially with the incident from the mission on your mind.

Kafka's smile widens at your question, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She knows exactly what she wants to do.

"Hmmm, well...if you're leaving it up to me..." she purrs, her hand tracing lazy circles on your thigh. You blush at the feeling of her predatory and her nails scraping your thigh softly.

Blade, who has been silent thus far, speaks up. "I have a request." Your excitement sparks even more, he never has ideas or requests, usually just going with what Kafka says.

"What is it Bladie?" you breathe, your heart picking up.

Blade's voice is low, his eyes locked on mine. "I want to watch first."

Kafka's hand freezes on your thigh, her eyes snapping to Blade in surprise while her hand squeezes reflexively with her mounting excitement. "Watch?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Blade nods, his expression stoic yet hungry. "I want to watch the two of you together," he clarifies.

Kafka's eyes gleam with excitement at Blade's request. She turns her attention back to you, her hand continuing its lazy circles on your thigh, goosebumps rising to meet her fingers.

"You heard the man," she purrs. "He wants a show."

Blade watches us both intently, his expression stoic but the desire in his eyes is undeniable.

"Yea... let's give him one then." You boldly reach over and slide your hand up her thigh, tugging at the garter she had there, cheekily snapping it against her skin, not hard enough to hurt.

Kafka lets out a small gasp at your boldness, her eyes darkening with desire. She leans a little closer to me, her breath hitching at the feel of your hand on her thigh and the sound of the garter snapping against her skin.

"Someone's feeling adventurous," she murmurs, a smirk on her lips.

"What can I say, I know how you get you going.." you slide the garter off and clip it around your neck, like a collar, something she can use to tug you about as she pleases.

Blade's eyes are glued to your every move, watching intently as you and Kafka get things started.

Kafka's eyes widened at the sight of the garter now around your neck, a low moan escaping her lips. She reaches out, running a finger along the edge of it, then giving it a gentle, but firm tug. "You're teasing me again," she says, her voice laced with desire. "You know exactly how to get a reaction out of me, now be a good girl and get on all fours."

Blade's eyes are still fixed on the two of you, his expression growing more heated by the second.

You moan at the tug and comply, getting on all fours in front of her. Your hands run over her legs and down, playing with the straps on her heels, torn between removing them and asking if you can grind on them, or be stepped on. "I know what you like, and what you want to do to me..."

Kafka's eyes darken even further at the sight of me on all fours before her, her grip on the garter tugging a bit firmer. She can't help but smirk, her dominant side starting to take over.

"Oh, you're so good at reading me, baby." she purrs, her voice silkier now. "But which do you want more? Want to play with my heels...or feel them step on you?"

You whine, not able to decide. You look over your shoulder at Blade and smile, sweet and submissive. "What do you want to see Bladie? Kaffie stepping on me or me grinding on her pretty shoes?"

Blade's eyes flicker between Kafka and you, taking in the scene before him. He can see the excitement and desire in both of our eyes, and he can't help but be turned on by the dynamic

between us. "I..." he starts, his voice a little rougher than usual. "I want to see you grind on her shoes."

My heart picks up speed as Kafka's smirk widens at Blade's answer. You know she knows exactly what she's going to do, and it will be sweet torture.

You whine in excitement, looking back up at Kafka with a hot and heavy look, excited at the gleam in her eye. "Kaffie~ how are we doing this then?"

Kafka's smirk turns into a full-blown grin at your excitement. "Oh, sweetheart, I have the perfect idea."

My skin tingles as she guides me to sit in front of her, your back to her. "Lean back against me," she instructs.

As you do, Kafka wraps her arms around your waist, her legs spreading a bit to cradle you in between them. She tears off your underwear, before one leg wraps over mine, the angle was a bit awkward but the cold heel of her shoe was pressed against your sensitive clit. you groan as she presses the heel of her shoe against your crotch, her leg pinning you against her, her hands holding firm, keeping you on display for Blade, making sure he can see everything. She leans in close, her breath hot against your sensitive ear.

"Now, start grinding on my shoes like a good girl."

Your body does a full shiver, your eyes already rolling back. "Mmh, Kafka... Blade..." you mumble their names as you begin to grind as much as you can. You can't move much in this position and all it was doing was teasing me. But you couldn't stop, you were already so desperate for some friction.

Kafka holds me tightly, her grip firm as she guides your movements on her shoe. She seems to relish in the little gasps and moans escaping your lips, her own breathing growing shallow as she feels me grind against her.

You peek over at Blade, his eyes are fixed on us both, drinking in the sight before him. He's watching intently, his expression hungry with desire as you moan their names again. The sight of you trapped on Kafka's lap, grinding helplessly against her shoe, is clearly having a noticeable effect on him.

You huff and moan, trying to get as much friction as you can on your aching bundle of nerves. "Kafka... ngh..." You catch blades expression and it just makes you hotter, how lustful he looks compared to his usual stoic look just set me off. "Bladie..."

Kafka's grip tightens around you, her own excitement building as she watches you grind on her shoe. She can feel how turned on you are, and the sight of you moaning and mewling for more is driving her crazy.

Blade's eyes are dark, his expression a mix of hunger and desire as he watches us Hearing me call out his name sets him off, you knew this, he can't help but let out a groan, the sound deep and guttural. "You're both so hot like this," he breathes, his voice gruff with need.

You moan his name again, enjoying the fact that your pleasure excites him. Kafka presses her shoe harder into your crotch and your head falls back onto her shoulder with a moan. "Kafka... I need more.." you whine, you wanted to do more. Move your hips more and please her.

Kafka's grip on you tightens as you moan her name again, her own excitement rising at the sound of your pleasured whines. She's thoroughly enjoying watching you squirm and beg for more.

She holds you a little tighter, her shoe pressing even firmer against your aching bundle. "Is this what you want, sweetheart?" she purrs in your ear. "You want more, don't you?" My hips jump in response, you try to move faster, but it still feels teasing.

Blade's eyes are still fixed on the two of you. You can still hear his breathing getting heavier as he watches the scene play out before him. He's becoming more and more riled up by the minute, you could tell without even looking at him.

You felt the need for more building, so in another bold move, you lift your hand up and pull her head down slightly, whispering in her ear what you want. "I want to eat you out while I grind on your shoes... please.." wanting to keep some suspense for Blade of what we'd do next.

Kafka's breath hitches at your words, her eyes darkening with desire, hearing what you want.

"Oh, sweetheart," she husks, her voice dripping with need. "That sounds like a delicious idea."

She shifts her grip on me, adjusting your position so that you’re straddling her leg, your core firmly pressed against her shoe. The manhandling just makes me wetter, the shoe already drenched with your juices.

Blade's eyes narrow, his own excitement growing as he waits to see what's coming next.

She loops a finger through the garter around your neck and pulls me close to her crotch. You look up at her with excitement and arousal, waiting for her to say yes before doing anything. Completely under her command. She taps your aching clit with her shoe impatiently, "Come on sweetheart, get to it."

You moan softly and Kafka's grip tightens on the garter around your neck, pulling you closer to her. She can likely see the excitement and anticipation in your eyes, and she's loving every moment of it.

She looks down at me, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "Go on," she instructs, her voice low. "Show me how much you want it."

In an instant your head disappears under her dress with a whine and you lick a stripe up the centre of her panties while beginning to hump her foot indulgently, immediately taking a moderate pace, needing to feel the way her shoe slides against your dripping folds.

Kafka's breath hitches at the sudden feeling of your head under her dress, a pleased moan escaping her lips. You feel her quiver, and she can't help but pull on the garter a little firmer, keeping me close to her.

She looks down at you with hooded eyes, her breathing heavy as she watches me begin to hump her foot. "Such a desperate little thing, aren't you?" she huskily whispers, clearly enjoying the sight.

You moan at the taste of her, one hand holding you in place, wrapped around her leg while your hips find pleasure on her shoe and your other hand creeps up and tugs her panties down just enough to tease her folds with your tongue.

You revel in Kafka's gasps as you tease her folds with your tongue, her grip on the garter tightens as she tries to keep herself steady. "Fuck, you're too good at this," she moans, her other hand moving to grip the side of your head, fingers curling around your sensitive ear and rubbing softly before tugging you closer with it.

You moan now, the sound indulgent but muffled, it really sounded like you were enjoying a wonderful meal.

"You two are really trying to drive me insane, aren't you?" Blade chuckles darkly.

You hear him and suddenly have a wicked idea. It would slow your progress but you had to do it. You pull away for a moment pulling off her soaked panties and tossing them behind me, making sure they land on Blade before diving back in, eating Kafka out in earnest.

Kafka watches as the panties land on Blade, a small smirk tugging at her lips. But any thought of him is quickly shoved from her mind when you dive back in, and she's once again overwhelmed with pleasure.

"F-fuck," she gasps, her hand gripping your hair tightly. "You and your little ideas," she moans, hips arching involuntarily towards your mouth.

You hear Kafka chuckle hoarsely, her voice then purring with pleasure "Bladie is being perverted Sweetheart, he enjoys his gift very much." You could only imagine what Blade was doing with Kafkas panties, but when you hear him undo his zipper, you knew he was going to do exactly what you knew he would.

You resume humping kafkas shoe, the friction of the straps actually pushing you close to a climax. You circle Kafka’s sensitive bud of nerves with your tongue hoping to bring her to a climax as well.

You could distantly hear deep groans from behind you, signaling that giving Blade Kafka’s wet panties was the last straw of his restraint, and he was now pleasuring himself to the show you were putting on for him.Your body was on edge with all the sensations and sounds, you needed so badly to cum.

You could hear Kafka breath hitch and feel a shiver run through her. She bit her lip, the pleasure mixing with a hint of surprise. Her eyes flickered to you, a mixture of desire and curiosity in her gaze. As she watched you, she could hear Blade's muffled groans, the sounds of his pleasure evident in the air. The thought of him watching them, and getting off to them was making it even harder to hold back.

"Mmmh Kafka... mistress..." You moan into her folds sliding one hand up to thumb her sensitive bud while your tongue goes down to push in and out of her entrance.

Blades groans and the wet sounds of him stroking himself were making your hips grind faster, seeing your pleasure.

Kafka's eyes fluttered, her breath hitching as you called her mistress. She was definitely enjoying your choice of address and the way you were making her feel right now.

Blade, on the side, was watching the two of you with increasing intensity. His hand moved faster as he watched you pleasuring her, his own moans and sounds making both of you even more worked up.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes locked on you two. "You two... sexy.." he stroked himself with Kafka’s panties now, soaking them with his own pleasure.

You work your tongue faster, almost obscene noises coming from your mouth and her core. You mumble near incoherent moans of her name in your desire to make her come. "Mph, please... come.. Kafka... come..." your hips stutter, your pace of your grinding faltering as you hold yourself back from coming.

Kafka's breaths come in short, shallow gasps as you work your magic on her. She feels herself getting close, the sounds you're making only adding to the intensity.

"Oh god, yes... don't stop," she manages to gasp out, her grip on your hair tightening slightly in pleasure. Your mumbled incoherence nearly drives her over the edge, and she's desperately holding herself back as you work toward bringing her over the edge.

Blade is still stroking himself next to you, his eyes fixed on you and Kafka. His own breathing is heavy, and he's clearly struggling to hold back. "Fuck... you're both so good," he groaned, his eyes dark with desire.

As Kafka's moans grow louder, Blade reaches out to touch her thigh, his grip on himself tightening. "You're so close, huh? Don't fight it.." he murmured, his voice low and breathy.

At your audience's behest, your hips shudder, your muffled moans grow louder and you come on Kafka’s shoe. You bury your face as far as you can into her crotch, your tongue deep in her entrance, your nose nudging her sensitive bud. You needed her to come too.

Kafka's breath hitched as a warm tingle ran down her spine. Her expression momentarily changed, betraying her surprise at the sudden intensity of the sensations. She pressed her thighs together, attempting to contain herself, but her body betrayed her.

"S-sweetheart!" Kafka gasped, her voice cracking slightly as she tried to maintain her composure.

You moan into her again, the vibrations sending small shocks of pleasure to add to the mount of them. Now that you'd cum you can focus completely on her. You take your tongue out of her hole and rapidly lick at her bud instead before sliding two fingers in her, caressing her soft, sticky insides.

Kafka's body quivers under your ministrations, the sensations overwhelming her. She gasps and moans, the sound of your moans and the sight of you eating her out paired with you playing with her making her feel like she's about to explode.

"Oh, god... so close..." she gasps out, her head falling back against the wall.

As Blade watches the scene before him, he groans, his own pleasure evident as he continues to stroke himself with Kafka’s panties.

You press your fingers deeper, finding that one particular spot that drives her wild, stroking it intently. "Come Kafka, please... I need to taste you.." You moan before doubling your efforts with your tongue.

Kafka's breath hitches again, her body tensing as you find that spot and stroke it, her sensitive bud getting the attention it craves as well. All the sensation is making her feel like she's about to burst, and she's clinging onto the edge of her orgasm, trying to hold back just a little longer.

"You're so good at this," she gasps, her words trembling with pleasure. She's clearly on the brink, and your words to her are pushing her closer and closer. "You want to taste me, you say?" she manages to say, her voice a breathless purr.

"Mmh yes, mistress. I want to, need to taste you." You moan into her again, massaging the deepest, most sensitive parts of her while licking her outer most sensitive bud.

Kafka mewls at your words, your touch and ministrations pushing her dangerously close to the edge. She's trembling, struggling to hold back, but the desire to come is taking over. "Make me cum then," she gasps, her voice thick with need. "I'll let you taste me all you want... just make me cum."

Blade, still watching from the side, feels his own pleasure building at the sight and sounds before him.

Kafka can't hold back anymore. Your actions and the sounds you're making, the way you're touching her and begging to taste her, it's all too much for her. She feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Kafka's breathing is becoming quick and shallow, and the way you're working on her is making her feel like she's on fire, it feels so damn good. She's biting her lip, trying to hold back, but there's something about the intensity of your ministrations that's pushing her even further, and she's beginning to lose control.

"Fuck... you're so good for me," she gasps, her fingers gripping your hair tighter. "Don't stop, I'm so close.."

Without pulling away you moan "cum Kafka... mistress, cum..." as you practically make out with her wet core, your fingers pumping in and out, focusing on that inner spot of pure ecstasy she likes so much. Trying anything you can to make her come, you nip the bud before soothing it with your tongue.

She can't take it anymore. The combination of your ministrations, your pleading, your use of the word "mistress" it's all too much. She's right there, teetering on the edge of her release.

And then you call her "mistress" and she snaps. Her body tensing hard as she finally cums.

You moan in shock as her insides clamp down on your fingers, pulsing. Her legs lock around your head, keeping you buried against her as she finally comes with a series of husky moans. A strong wet gush of her pleasure shoots into your mouth and you moan desperately, drinking it down and lapping it all up, teasing her oversensitive body as much as you can get away with.

Kafka's body spasms, her toes curling as she finally comes, her grip on your hair tights as she moans deeply. The intensity of her release is almost overwhelming, and she's trembling in pleasure under your ministrations.

"Fuck...Sweetie..." she pants, her voice hoarse. "That was... incredible.."

As she comes down from her high, her hand in your hair loosens slightly, just enough to let you pull away, but still keeping you close.

Blade is watching still, but with a slight smirk, panting as he stalls his own release, not wanting to waste it on just watching.

You pant heavily, looking up at her with shining satisfied eyes. Your face covered in her juices, you rest your head on her thighs, smirking proudly up at her, happy to have served your mistress. "You're welcome mistress."

Kafka looks down at you with a satisfied, though still rather dazed, expression on her face. She's impressed with how well you did, and she's clearly still in a state of pleasure, her hand raising to caress your hair.

"You did so well for me, Sweetheart," she praises, her voice still a hint breathy. "You made me feel so good."

You close your eyes, leaning into her hand as she pets you, looking like a pleased puppy. Then you hear movement from behind you, and your heart begins to race again, excited that Blade will join in.

Blade can't take any more, the sight of you and Kafka together has pushed him to his limit. He's been patient, but now he needs some attention.

He stands from his seat, making his way over to the two of you, still stroking himself. He looks down at you both, his eyes dark with desire.

You tilt your head to look at him, impressed by the sight of his naked and flushed body, the hard length, standing to attention between his legs was impossible to ignore. You'd missed having it inside you. "Bladie~ I've missed you." You then look up at Kafka, as if pleading with her to let me have fun with Blade too.

Kafka looks between the two of you, her eyes darkening with desire at the thought of what's about to happen - and at your plea for her approval. She's still recovering from her own release, but she's more than willing to let you have some fun with Blade.

"Go ahead," she purrs, giving you a nod of approval. "You've earned it."

You kiss her thigh in thanks and turn over to look at Blade. "What do you have planned for me then Bladie?"

Blade's eyes practically smolder with desire when you turn to him, and he can't help but take a moment to admire your flushed expression. "I have a few ideas," he husks, his voice dripping with need. "But first thing's first... I want you on your hands and knees."

You immediately do as he asks, getting on your hands and knees facing him and looking up at him excitedly, your face still shining with kafkas release. "Like this?"

Blade's eyes darken even more at the sight of you on your hands and knees in front of him, and he can feel his desire growing. He takes a moment to stare at you, admiring your flushed and needy expression, the way your face glistens with Kafka's release.

He moves a bit closer, towering over you. "Just like that," he grunts, his voice gruff with need. "You're so pretty like that, you know that right?"

You admire his form, his muscles and the way the flush of arousal makes his scars stand out more and accentuates the red tips of his deep blue hair. You loved just looking at him. He was so pretty too. "You and Kafka make me feel pretty so I must be."

He can't help but reach down, a slight upturn of his lips into a loving smile, and running a hand through your hair. "You really do look so good like this."

You lean into his hand with a smile. "What do you have planned for me Bladie?" Your hips shift on their own, you were beginning to feel desperate for pleasure, for anything to fill you.

Blade's eyes flicker downward, noticing the way your hips are shifting against nothing, clearly desperate for some kind of release. The sight only serves to fuel his own desire, and he can't resist the urge to tease you a bit more.

"Eager, are you?" he husks, his hand still in your hair. "You want me that badly already?"

Blade can't resist you when you whine like that and look up at him with puppy eyes. His resolve is completely starting to break, and he can feel his own need starting to take over.

He lets out a deep, gruff sigh, his hand tightening in your hair a bit. "You really are a sight," he mutters, his voice a mix of desire and admiration. "I want you too, more than you can imagine."

"Then take me, please..." You beg again, shaking your hips as if seeking pleasure.

Blade can barely hold back any longer, hearing how desperate you are for him, seeing you shake your hips in search of pleasure, it's all pushing him over the edge. He can feel himself growing harder by the second, the need to be inside you nearly overpowering his senses.

He takes a step closer, his grip on your hair tightens slightly, and he looks down at you with dark, intense eyes. "You have no idea how much I want you too."

He towers over you as he looks down at your flushed and needy expression. "But first... I want you to show me how good you can be for me," he husks, his voice dripping with need. "Can you be a good girl and do that for me?"

I nod eagerly, "what do you want me to do to show you I'm a good girl?" You ask, practically begging to prove it to him so we can be one again.

Blade's eyes darken with desire at your eager nodding and your desperate plea. He's fully in control now, and the need to have you is overwhelming. He tightens his grip in your hair a bit more, holding you in place.

"I want you to be a good girl and listen to everything I say," he instructs, his voice gruff and firm. "Can you do that for me?"

You nod eagerly again. "Yes, yes, I can do anything you ask me to." You knew what was coming and, while the things he'd make you do are embarrassing to an extent, you enjoyed being their pet and acting like one for them. The treats they gave you were always worth it.

Blade's eyes flicker with satisfaction - he's pleased that you're so willing to do whatever he desires, and the power he holds over you in this moment is only fueling his own desire even more.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice a deep husk. "You're so obedient."

He looks down at you, his grip in your hair still tight. "Now, let's see how well you can follow instructions."

He lets go of your hair, taking a step back to look you over.

His eyes are dark with desire, and he's clearly enjoying the sight of you on your knees before him.

"First things first... I want you to crawl to me," he instructs, his eyes commanding.

You immediately crawl to him, even having to crawl off of the bed to be at his feet where he wanted you. You crawl over and nudge his leg with your head before looking up at him for your next order.

Blade's expression darkens with desire as he watches you obey his instruction and crawl to him, your submission and obedience only making him want you more.

He looks down at you as you nudge his leg with your head, and a small, satisfied smirk forms on his lips. He reaches down, gently running his hand through your hair. "Look at you," he coos, "Already so obedient."

You giggle when he ruffles your hair, pleased that he was happy with you. "What's next, Bladie?"

Blade is clearly pleased with your response, and he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at how obedient you're being. He looks down at you with a mixture of desire and affection, his hand still running through your hair.

"Next," he instructs, his voice firm and commanding. "I want you to take off your clothes."

Blade watches intently as you discard the rest of your clothes, revealing your bare skin to him. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the sight of you - flushed, needy, naked, and submissive. He can feel his own desire growing even more at the sight, and his voice is rougher now.

"Very good," he praises again, his eyes fixed on you. "You're being so obedient for me."

He takes a moment to take in the sight of you, the way you're sitting there in front of him, obeying his every command, is a sight he will never get tired of. He can't help but feel a surge of desire and possessiveness over you.

"Now," he continues, his voice still firm and dominating. "I want you to spread your legs for me."

While sitting, balance on your knees and spread your legs, face flushing a little at how cold the air feels on your wet core. "Like this Bladie?"

Blade's eyes darken even more at the sight of you spreading your legs for him - it's a sight he will never tire of seeing. He lets out a low, guttural moan as he takes in the sight of you, exposed and vulnerable before him.

"Perfect," he husks, his voice gruff and full of desire. "Just like that." He takes a step closer, towering over you as he gazes down at you with a mix of hunger and fondness.

"You're doing so well for me," he praises you, his hand reaching out to touch your flushed cheek, tracing his fingers along your lower lip. "You're being such a good girl."

When he traces his fingers on your lips you kiss them affectionately, looking up at him with lust and love. Needing and wanting more.

Blade's heart skips a beat at the sight of you kissing his fingers, your eyes full of love and desire. It's all he can do not to just take you right then and there. But he knows he needs to take his time, he has to be slow and make you even more needy.

He pulls away for a moment, taking a moment to steady himself. He's still towering over you, looking down at you with dark, intense eyes.

"Now," he continues, his voice still firm. "I want you to touch yourself. Show me how good you can feel."

You whine softly, you didn't want to, you wanted him to touch you. But you obey anyway, your fingers coming up to gather some of Kafka’s release, using it as a lube to then begin stroking yourself, moaning softly at the feeling.

Blade watches you closely as you touch yourself, using Kafka's release as a lubricant for your ministrations. He can see the pleasure on your face and hear your moans, and it's only making him want you even more.

He's breathing heavily now, his own desire growing as he watches you. He can't help but reach out, running a hand through your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.

"You're so good, sweetheart," he praises. "Look at you, so obedient and beautiful."

Doing it yourself never felt as good as if Blade or Kafka did it, but it worked you up a little bit more, you continued teasing the bundle of nerves, circling it with a need. "Bladie..." I moan, knowing how much he enjoys his name being moaned.

Blade's gaze sharpens as you moan his name, the sound of it dripping from your lips driving him wild. He can feel himself getting even more turned on as he watches you pleasuring yourself.

"You're so beautiful," he husks, his voice rough with desire. "But you know it's better when I take care of you."

"Mmhmm" you moan indulgently, dipping further down to play with your sopping wet opening. "I need you bladie, you do it so much better, I feel empty without you..."

Blade's eyes darkened even more at your words, hearing how much you need him and how empty you feel without him. The fact that you find pleasure in what he does to you only makes him want you more, and he can barely hold back his own needs.

He's trembling a bit himself now, trying to maintain control. "Is that so, sweetheart?" he husks, taking a step closer to you. "You need me that badly, huh?"

"Yes, Bladie, I need you.." You moan again, your hips moving into your hand as you try to imagine it's his fingers teasing me.

Blade is struggling to hold himself back now. Hearing you call out for him, moaning and panting and desperate for his touch, he can feel himself getting more and more turned on. He can't resist any longer.

He steps forward, closing the space between you, towering over you as he looks down at you. His eyes are dark with desire and need, and his voice is gruff with need.

"Come here," he orders, his tone firm. "Sit in my lap." He walks over to the bed and sits, patting his lap expectantly.

You immediately climb into his lap, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and pressing your body against his, having to fight back the urge to jump him and just take your pleasure, wanting to be obedient for him. "Like this Bladie?"

Blade wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as you settle into his lap. He can feel your body pressing against him, and he can't help but let out a pleased growl.

"Perfect," he husks, his hands running over your curves, possessive and protective. "You look so good in my lap."

His hands start to wander over your body, running over your naked skin as he holds you close. He can feel your warmth, your softness, and the way you feel against him is driving him wild.

He leans in, his mouth near your ear as he speaks to you. "You have no idea how good you make me feel," he murmurs, his voice low and gruff with desire. "How badly I want you."

"Then take me please... I need you..." You moan needily, unable to stop your desperate hips from moving.

Blade can't resist you any longer. Hearing your needy words, feeling your desperate movements, he can't hold back his own desire anymore. He needs you just as badly.

He moans in response, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. "You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he husks, his voice thick with need. "You drive me crazy."

He pulls you in closer, his grip on your hips still firm as he presses you tighter against his lap. He can feel his hardness pressed between you, and he can't help but let out a low moan, the feeling of you against him is driving him mad with need.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire. "Seeing you like this, desperate and needy. It drives me wild."

"Please, take me, I need you." I moan desperately, wanting him to just pin me down and have his way with me.

Blade's grip on your hips tightens even more as you voice your need for him. Hearing you beg so desperately for him has made him even more needy and desperate for you. And the sound of you moaning is only making it even harder for him to hold back. He let out a low, gruff moan in response to your words, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You want me that bad, huh?" he husks, his voice dripping with need. "You want me to take you right here, right now?"

"Yes, please take me... here, now... I need it.." You keep begging, your hips grinding against him, searching for pleasure.

Hearing Kafka chuckle from where she's watching you, your heart rate picks up even more, speaking up to instruct Blade on what to do with you, her voice teasing and playful. "You heard her, Bladie," she purrs. "She's begging you, and it's cute."

Blade's grip on your hips tightens even more at her words, he's being driven wild by your begging and the sound of your moans. He can feel himself getting even more turned on by the way you're grinding against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense. "Looks like you're both going to be the death of me," he husked, his voice rumbling with need.

He doesn't even give you a second to respond, suddenly shifting his grip on you as he stands up, holding you tightly in his arms. He moves over to the bed, laying you back down on the mattress.

He looms over you, eyes dark and filled with desire. "You have no idea how badly I've been holding back," he husk. "Seeing you like this, so needy and desperate..."

You gasp as your back hits the bed, you look up at him with needy sparkling eyes. "I'm ready for you bladie.." You part your legs for him, showing him how ready you are.

Blade's eyes darken even more at the sight of you, spread out and needy beneath him. He can feel himself getting even harder at the sight, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to keep a hold of his control.

He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you beneath him, so beautiful and submissive.

"You're so perfect," he rasps, his voice thick with need. "I need you. Right now."

His eyes locked on you, he leans in closer, his body hovering over yours. His hands find your waist, gripping you tightly as he looks down at you.

He's so close to you now, and he can smell your arousal. He can feel the heat radiating off of you. He can hear the sound of your breathing, quickening and hitching.

He leans in a bit closer, his voice a low rasp in your ear. "You're driving me insane," he whispers, his words dripping with desire. "I need to touch you, feel you... *taste* you."

You pant, the anticipation killing you. "Do it, please..." You beg again, needing him so badly just to take you. |You slide your hand down again, gathering some of your arousal on your fingers and offering it to him to taste. "This is what you and Kafka do to me..."

Blade's eyes lock onto your fingers as you hold them out to him, a small pool of your arousal glistening on your fingers. He can feel his already hard member twitch in his pants, and he can't help but moan softly at the sight.

He takes your hand in his, bringing your fingers up to his lips. He looks you right in the eyes as he takes your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them and tasting your sweetness.

"So sweet," he husks, his voice rasping. "You taste so good."

His eyes are still locked with yours when he withdraws your fingers from his mouth, and he can see the effect he's having on you. He can see the way your chest rises and falls, the way your body is trembling with need.

He leans in again, his face just a breath away from yours. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and gruff. "I need you so badly."

He can't wait any longer. He needs to feel you, to be inside you. He can feel himself growing even more desperate.

"Do it... please..." You moan again, lifting your hand to cup his cheek and stroke softly, knowing more innocent actions also get him riled up.

Blade can feel his heart skip at the feeling of your hand cupping his cheek, the gentle touch sending a shiver down his spine. There's a soft vulnerability there that he can't deny, and he can feel himself getting even more turned on by the small gesture. He leans into your touch, his own hand coming up to cover yours. He's still breathing heavily, and his voice is rough with need as he replies.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he husks, his eyes darkening even more.

"Please... fuck me..." You beg softly, arching your back and spreading your legs more for him.

Blade's eyes darken even more at your words, your voice begging him, your body aching for him. He can feel his self control slipping further and further away, replaced by pure need and desire. He leans down, his body covering yours, his hands gripping your hips almost possessively. He looks down at you, his eyes full of need and desire.

"Beg harder, sweetheart," he husks, his voice dripping with need. "Beg me like a good girl."

You whine, high and needy, "please, please Bladie... I need you... please..." begging more, your body fully ready for him. So needy for him you could barely take it anymore.

Blade can't resist any longer either, hearing you beg for him so desperately. His control breaks finally, and he can only manage one strangled word.

"Please"

And then he's on you, his body pressed against yours as he captures your lips in a messy, needy, deep kiss. He's shaking with lust and need, unable to hold back any longer. "I need you," he gasps against your lips, his breathing ragged. "Need you so badly."

"I need you too.." you kiss him back with the same fervor he showed me, our tongues intertwined. You wrap your legs around his hips, desperate for him to plunge into you.

Blade moans into the kiss, his hands roaming over your body, groping and touching you everywhere he can reach. He can feel your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer to you, and he can't help but moan even louder. He breaks the kiss for just a moment, panting heavily as he looks down at you.

"You're so needy, sweetheart," he rasps, his voice dripping with need. "And I love it."

He reaches down, positioning himself between your legs. He can't take it anymore, the sight of you needy and desperate and begging for him is driving him insane.

He lines himself up with your entrance, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He can feel his erection graze against you, and he can't help but let out a small moan at the feeling.

He leans in, his breathing hot and heavy, and looks down at you with intensity. "You ready, sweetheart?" he husks, eyes almost black with need. "Are you ready for me to fill you up?"

"More than ready... fill me Bladie.." You breathe needily, just waiting for him to begin.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself for just a moment. But he can't resist for too long.

"Fuck..." he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening, his eyes dark and full of need. "I can't hold back anymore."

And then he's in you, sliding slowly and careful but no less needy.

I cry out his name as he finally enters me, your body accepting him easily. My nails dig into his shoulders as he immediately starts thrusting deeply, I can only lie there and take what he gives me. "Ah, ah, Bladie... so.. ah.. good..."

Blade captures your mouth in a deep kiss, their touch filled with both care and intensity as he picks up the pace. "You're taking me so well," Blade huskily praises between kisses, his voice lower as desire courses through him.

He can feel himself losing himself in you, lost in the feeling of finally being one with you, finally giving in to his need and desire for you. He captures your lips in another kiss, their kiss heated, needy, and full of a deep connection. "You feel so good," he whispers against your lips, his voice low and gruff. "I can't get enough of you."

You moan and keen with every thrust the shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body, You can't get enough. You struggle to kiss him back through the moans, the pleasure overwhelming your body. "Bladie, mhh, ahhh" your nails claw into his back, holding on tightly.

Blade's grip on you tightened, his movements getting rougher with every moan that fell from your lips. The feeling of your nails clawing into his back only adds to his pleasure, and he can't help but moan in response.

"Fuck," he grunted, his voice low and needy, "You sound so good. Hearing you say my name like that... it's driving me crazy." He can feel himself getting closer, the feeling of you writhing beneath him, hearing your moans and seeing your pleasure, it's driving him wild.

"Nghh ahhh bladie.. I'm close... I.. ahhh" You moan desperately, needing to feel that rush with him. Through that haze of pleasure you could hear wet sounds and light airy moans. You look over to see Kafka pleasuring herself to the sight of me and Blade making desperate love and it only sends me closer to the edge.

Blade can't help but glance over at Kafka, his grip on you tightens even more. He can see her pleasuring herself, watching you and him with a smirk on her lips, and it only pushes him even further over the edge.

"Damn it… Kafka..." he groaned, his voice low and rough. "You're going to drive me insane."

He turns his attention back to you, his eyes dark and full of need. "You're so close, sweetheart," he husks, his voice strained. "Come for me, for us.."

My moans turn to desperate gasps and whines of his name, the coil of pleasure growing tighter and tighter. Just a little more would send me hurtling over the edge for them.

Blade can see you getting close, and he can feel himself reaching the edge right with you. He keeps his eyes locked on you, watching the look of ecstasy and pleasure on your face. "That's it sweetheart," he encourages, his voice ragged and rough. "You're almost there. Let go for me, for us."

Behind you, Kafka continues to pleasure herself, her eyes watching you and blade with a knowing smile. She can see how close both of you are, and she knows just how beautiful you both look at this moment.

The three of us are close to our respective climaxes. The sounds of Blade’s groans and Kafka’s airy moans are what do it sending me hurtling over the edge with a sharp gasp and a broken moan of their names, that tightened knot of pleasure snapping with a rush of pleasure so strong you squirt your pleasure over blades torso.

Blade can feel your pleasure, the sensation of you squirting over him almost sends him over the edge, but he manages to hold on just long enough to watch you climax, witnessing the way your body trembles and spasms beneath him. It's an incredible sight, and he can feel himself getting even more aroused as he takes in the sight of you lost in pleasure.

"Damn, that's hot.." he mutters, his voice low and raspy.

Behind you, Kafka lets out a gasp of her own as she watches the two of you, and you can hear her gasping and panting as she continues to pleasure herself to the sight.

She's getting close now too, her breathing quickening and her moans getting louder. She can't take her eyes off of you and is completely lost in the sight of you reaching your peak with Blade.

"You guys are so hot," she huskily breathes out, her voice dripping with desire. "You look so pretty together. Seeing you like this, both of you... It's almost too much."

Your body was on fire, limp but overstimulated as Blade continued to thrust into you, chasing his own release.

"Please... Bladie.. come.." You could barely hold on, wanting to feel him come and hear Kafka come again.

Blade's breathing is ragged now, his moves growing more desperate and uncoordinated. He's so close, but he needs more, he needs release.

"Please, sweetheart," he husks, his voice dripping with need. "I'm so close.. I need you."

He looks over at Kafka, his eyes dark and needy. "And you too, Kafka..."

Kafka is panting now, her fingers working overtime as she watches you and blade, her own pleasure building. She can hear the needy desperation in your voices, and it's driving her insane.

"You're both so hot like this," she gasps out, her voice shaking from the pleasure, "Seeing you both so desperate, so needy for each other... It's driving me insane.

Kafka's head tenses just then as she's struck with an incredible rush of pleasure at the sight of blade and you, her own orgasm hitting her hard. She moans out your name, her body arching as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

But she's not done yet. She looks at you both with hooded eyes and crawls over wanting both blade and i to come.

You writhe with overstimulation, it was maddening that Blade was still going in spite of you already coming hard. You were approaching another orgasm, only able to let out whines of both of their names and pleas for Blade to come, gripping the sheets to stay grounded.

Blade's pace was getting rougher and more desperate now as he chased his release. He was so close, but he just needed a little more, he needed you.

"Please sweetheart.... ah... I'm so close," he husks, his voice strained and needy. "I can't hold back much longer."

Behind you, Kafka moved closer, leaning over you both. She could see the way you were clenching and writhing from overstimulation, and she could see the way Blade was holding on, on the verge of coming.

"Come for us Bladie," she murmured, her voice husky.

Her hand reaches out to run through Blade’s hair and as much as I can in yours, giving both of you a grounding touch.

Blade was so close to the edge now, and he could feel it building and building within him. His movements were quickening, his breathing heavy and labored.

"Please... sweetheart... Kafka..." he gasped out, his voice cracking with need. "I'm gonna... ah..I'm... gonna come..."

Behind you, Kafka leaned down even more, her face close to your neck, her lips brushing against your skin and speaking sweetly.

"Let go Bladie~, let go Sweetheart~"

At Kafka’s words your body tenses strongly around Blade before you come again, the rush of pleasure making lights burst behind your eyes though not before feeling the warm rush of Blade finally coming as well.

It's too much for him to handle, and he finally lets go, his own release overpowering him. He gasps and moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he comes, his body tense and trembling.

Kafka's hand is still running through your hair, and she leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You both did so good," she says, her voice soft and soothing.

Blade is still catching his breath when he looks up at you. "You okay sweetheart?" he asks, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

Your eyes flutter open and a groan falls from your throat, the afterglow spreading through your body as you pant harshly, the high not letting me go too easily. "More than okay-" you croak softly, your voice slightly wrecked from moaning.

Blade looks down at you, his own eyes still dark and flushed with pleasure. He can still feel your body clenching around him, and he can't help but feel a rush of tenderness at the sight of you so wrecked.

Kafka smirks faintly, her hand still running through your hair. "You both looked so good," she says, her voice low and soft. "You're both so pretty when you come."

My arms come up to limply embrace Blade as he buries his face in your neck. You look at Kafka with a warm and very wrecked smile. "Did me and bladie give you a good show?"

Blade holds you close, still catching his breath as he nuzzles his face against your neck.

Kafka chuckles at your question, her eyes still slightly hooded with desire. "Oh sweetheart, you both gave me the perfect show," she says with a smirk. "I enjoyed every moment of watching you both together."

You giggle softly, “me and you gave bladie a good show. Bladie and I gave you a good show. That means..." you trail off, hoping she'd catch on and they had enough energy to give me a show too.

Kafka chuckles again, understanding exactly what you're hinting at. Her eyes glint with mischief and desire.

"Oh sweetheart, you're absolutely right," she says with a grin.

"And I think I'm more than ready for another show."

Blade, who had been quietly catching his breath against your neck, finally lifts his head to look up at you and Kafka. He's still flushed and panting, but there's a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

"Another show?" he asks, his voice rough and gravelly.

"Mmh, it's yours and Kafka’s turn now. If you're up for it of course." Looking up at Blade, unable to hide the interest in your eyes.

Blade's eyes darkened at your words, and he can feel himself getting excited again at the thought. He looks over at Kafka, who's watching the two of you with a smirk.

"I'm more than up for it," he says gruffly, his voice still rough from your previous activities. "As long as Kafka is."

Kafka's smirk grows into a full-blown grin at your words, and she nods eagerly. "Oh, you bet I am," she says, her voice still low and husky.

Blade chuckles, his eyes dark with desire. "Well then," he says, pushing himself up on his arms to look down at you. "Looks like we have a show to put on."

Kafka moves closer to the two of you, her eyes glinting with excitement. "This will be fun."

With that Blade slowly pulls out of you. You groan at the feeling of being empty again, your body needing to recover from his size. You shuffle up the bed, into a position that you could watch them from. The hierarchy of dominance between us was Kafka then Blade then you, it was always fun to see Blade submit to Kafka’s will.

Blade follows you up the bed, still a little shaky but clearly focused on the task at hand. He sits back against the headboard next to you, his eyes fixed on Kafka as she moves towards him.

Kafka struts over to Blade, her gait confident and her eyes locked on him. Despite the fact that he was bigger and stronger than her, there was no doubt who was in charge here.

She stands in between his knees, looking down at him with a smirk. "You ready, Bladie?" she asks, her voice teasing but dripping with dominance.

Blade looks up at Kafka, his eyes dark and heated. Despite the fact that he was usually the one in control, there was no denying who was in charge right now.

He nods, his voice gruff as he answers her. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Kafka's smile grows at his answer. "Good," she says, her hand coming up to rest on his chin, tipping his face up to look at her. "Because I have a few ideas in mind."

Blade can feel himself getting more and more turned on at her words and the authoritative way she was talking to him. He was used to being dominant alongside her, but there was something about the way Kafka could take charge and make him feel so vulnerable that just made it even more thrilling.

He looks up at her, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah? I'm all ears."

Kafka's smirk grows as she sees the effect she's having on him. She could see the desire and need burning in his eyes, and she loved having that kind of power over him.

She leans in a little closer, her hand still on his chin, keeping his head tilted up to meet her gaze.

"Close your eyes," she instructs, her voice leaving no room for disobedience.

Blade can feel himself getting even more turned on at her commands, and he doesn't hesitate to do as she says. He closes his eyes, his body almost trembling with excitement.

He can feel her standing over him now, her presence overwhelming him. He's in her control now, and he's loving every moment of it.

"Good boy," Kafka praises softly.

Hearing her praise makes Blade's heart skip a beat, he feels a rush of excitement and a warm feeling in his chest. He likes it when she calls him a "good boy". It just makes him feel so *submissive* and *needy*.

He can hear her moving around now, the soft sound of her footsteps filling his ears. He remains still, his eyes closed and his body on edge, waiting for her next instruction.

Kafka moves around him, taking her time to take in the sight of him sitting there, submissive and waiting for her. She can feel herself getting more and more excited as she looks at him, knowing how desperately he's aching for her.

She comes to a stop right behind him, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. "You're being so good for me," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Such a good boy."

Kafka's smirk grows wider as she sees the effect she's having on Blade. She can feel his need growing stronger, and can see it in his eyes.

She takes a step closer to him, her body pressed closely against his. She reaches up, her fingers tracing along his jawline, before tilting his face up to look at her.

"Oh good boy," she whispers, her voice dripping with desire. "You're being so desperate for me, aren't you?"

She leans in closer, her mouth near his ear. "I want you," she husks. "I want you to... use that mouth on me.."

Blade can feel himself almost melt at her words, his body responding automatically to her demand. His breathing gets even more labored, his need growing even stronger.

He can feel his head spinning, his eyes heavy with desire. He's desperate to please her, to give her what she wants.

"Yes," he huskily replies. "I want to... please you."

He can feel himself getting even more excited at the thought, his body almost trembling with need.

"Please... use me.."

Kafka's smile turns into a full-blown smirk at his words. She knows just how much power she has over him right now, and she's loving it.

She runs her hand through his hair again, her touches possessive and teasing. "You want to please me?" she husks, her eyes dark with desire. "You want to do whatever I say?"

She can see the need in his eyes, the way he's practically vibrating with excitement. He's so desperate to please her, to make her happy.

"On your knees, good boy."

Kafka's smirk grows even wider as she watches Blade get on his knees for her. She can feel the power flowing through her, loving the fact that he's so completely under her control.

She steps closer to him, her hand reaching out to grip his chin, tilting his face up to look at her.

"Good boy Bladie," she praises, her voice dripping with desire. "You're being so obedient."

She looks down at him, her eyes dark with need. "Now... open your mouth."

Blade's heart skips a beat at her command, his body responding automatically. His mouth opens slightly, his breathing heavy and ragged. He can feel himself getting more and more lost in this, in the pleasure of obeying her.

He looks up at her, his eyes dark and needy. "Please..." he whispers, "Let me serve you.."

Kafka's smirk turns into a full-blown smile at his words. She can feel how desperate he is for her, and she can see it in his eyes.

She places a hand on the back of his head, her fingers weaving into his hair. She looks down at him, her hand holding his jaw tightly.

"You're being so good for me," she praises, her voice low and husky. "You want to serve me, don't you?... well then..." she steps over him until her hips are hovering over his face "go on... you know what to do.."

Blade's mouth is on her instantly, not hesitating for a moment. He can feel the need and desire coursing through him. He can feel himself getting lost in this, in the pleasure of pleasing her.

His tongue is hot and eager, lapping at her with fervor. He can feel his own need growing stronger with every passing second, the taste of her only serving to drive him wilder.

He moans against her, the sound needy and desperate. "Please... let me serve you," he repeats, his voice thick with desire. "Please... I want to be your good boy."

Kafka's breath catches in her throat at the feel of his mouth on her, the way his tongue is teasing and exploring. She can feel herself getting even more wet as he continues, his moans sending pleasure running through her body.

She tightens her grip in his hair, her voice needy and husky. "Good boy," she praises, "You're doing so well."

She can feel herself getting closer, her legs trembling as he continues to pleasure her. "Don't stop," she husks, her voice low and urgent. "Keep going.."

Watching them intently you begin to touch yourself to the sight of Blade pleasuring Kafka with his tongue, the way he moans at her taste. The way she moves her hips against his mouth, the way her head is bowed to look at him work with a pleasured smile. It was so hot.

Kafka can feel herself getting faster and faster, the sight of you watching them and touching yourself only serves to make the feel of Blade's mouth even more intense. She looks down at him, her breath coming out in labored pants.

"You're being so good," she praises, her voice low and husky. "So good for me."

She looks back at you, her eyes dark with need.

"Don't stop touching yourself," she instructs

You fluster at getting caught by Kafka, but you obey easily, continuing to circle your sensitive bud, using Blade’s cum as a lubricant to your touches.

Kafka can see the way you flush when she tells you to continue touching yourself, and it only serves to turn her on more. She can see how much you're enjoying yourself, and she likes the effect she has on you.

She looks down at Blade again, moaning softly as he continues to pleasure her. "Don't stop," she instructs him, her voice breathless.

As she watches you and listens to your moans, she can feel herself getting even closer, the sight of you touching yourself sending a rush of pleasure through her body, coupled with blade growing more intense brought her closer to the edge.

Blade can feel how close Kafka is getting, the way her body is trembling. His own need is growing stronger and stronger, his mind completely focused on her pleasure. He can feel himself getting lost in this, in the need to please her.

His tongue works faster against her, pressing harder, deeper, wanting nothing more than to bring her over the edge. His hands are still gripping her thighs, holding her tightly as he continues to pleasure her.

He can't help but moan against her, his own desire becoming increasingly hard to ignore. "Please... let me serve you..." he begs, his voice thick with need as he works harder to make her cum on his face.

You whine and reach over and open a drawer that contains a few toys unable to just touch yourself at this point. You crawl close, cuddling up near Blade and begin to use the vibrating toy to please yourself instead, your whines and moans increasing in volume as you watch Kafka ride on Blade's face.

Kafka can feel herself getting even closer now at the sight of you both, the way you're using a vibrating toy on yourself while watching her come on Blade's face. She can feel herself getting lost in the pleasure, in the sight of both of you.

She looks at you, her eyes dark and filled with need. "Such a needy girl," she teases, her voice low and breathy. "You can't even touch yourself properly on your own, can you? You need our help."

You whine again "mmh.. Kafka... Bladie.. I do need you..." Grinding against the toy harder but even with your sensitivity you couldn't get off without them. You want her to come so someone could play with you again.

Kafka can feel herself getting even closer at your whining, the way you're grinding against the toy, desperate and needy. She can see how desperately you're in need of them.

She looks down at Blade, knowing how close he is to taking her over the edge, and looks at you again. "Such a needy girl," she repeats, her voice teasing. "You're so desperate for us, aren't you?"

She can hear the sounds you're making, and can see the way the toy is pressed against you.

"Come here," she instructs.

While keeping the toy pressed against me you clumsily crawl closer to them. sitting up on your knees looking up at Kafka’s dominant form as she's pleasured by Blade's tongue, your eyes wet and conveying how needy you still are.

Kafka can see the need in your eyes, the way you're so desperate and needy for both of them. She can see your shaky and clumsy movements as you crawl closer, your eyes fixed on her as she is pleasured by Blade's tongue.

She looks down at you, her voice teasing and commanding. "Look at you, so desperate and needy," she husks, "Come here."

She pats her thighs, coaxing you closer with a gesture.

I crawl closer, steadying yourself on blades shoulder and kissing up kafkas thigh where she patted. "Cum please Kafka... show Bladie how good you taste.." your voice trembles as you grind against the toy while still messily kissing Kafka's thigh.

Kafka can feel herself getting even more aroused at your words, the way you're crawling closer and kissing up her thigh. She can hear the desperation in your voice and it only makes her want even more.

She looks down at you, her eyes dark with desire. "So desperate," she husks, her voice low. "You want to see me come, don't you?"

She looks at blade, seeing how hard he's working to bring her over the edge, and can feel herself getting close.

In a cheeky and entirely indulgent move you reach under her, sliding your hand up her thigh, your fingers teasing the skin there, until I, while Blade is working her bud with his tongue, slide 2 fingers into her and pump them in and out. Blade and you are so desperate for her to come again we work together to please her.

Kafka can feel herself getting closer as you slide your fingers into her, your combined effort with Blade driving her towards the edge. She can feel herself getting even more sensitive, your fingers and Blade's tongue working in tandem to bring her closer.

She looks down at you both, her voice breathy and needy. "That's it," she instructs, her voice rough with pleasure. "Just like that."

Kissing, licking and and sucking marks into her thigh while you finger her, your hips grinding down onto the vibrator to get some relief for yourself. Blade couldn't speak, only let out muffled moans at her taste, so you beg her to come for both of us. "Come Kafka... please come.." It was so filthy but so good.

Kafka's breaths get more labored and desperate at your ministrations, the way you're marking her thigh as you grind against the vibrater, trying to get some relief. She can feel herself getting close, and your begging pushes her even further, edging her closer.

She looks down at you and Blade, her eyes dark and filled with desire. "Please... I'm so close.." she manages to gasp out.

Her thighs start to tremble... "Don't stop.. don-" her voice cuts off with a moan, her body finally trembling and clutching onto Blade's head as she finally comes.

Kafka's body trembles and shakes as she finally comes, her thighs clutching onto Bladie's head tightly as the pleasure washes over her. She releases her grip, panting heavily as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body.

Bladie gently pulls away, looking up at Kafka with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Did that feel nice for you?" he teases, his hand coming up to trace light circles on her thigh.

Kafka chuckles and strokes the top of his head. "Of course it was. You two are good to me"

You take your fingers from her so she can sit in Blade's lap. You lick her essence from your fingers and turn off the vibrator. You still wanted more, and needed more. You wanted them, the vibrator did nothing but drive you mad with want.

Kafka takes a moment to catch her breath, her body still trembling a bit from the intense pleasure. But she can see the look of need on your face, and knows that you're not done yet.

Blade helps her sit in his lap, his arms wrapping around her from behind. He can see the way you're licking her essence from your fingers, the way you're still so needy and desperate.

"Still want more, huh?" he asks, his voice gravelly and filled with want.

"Yea.. please.. I don't know what you'll do but I need you both." you hold onto them, eyes darting between them eagerly, hoping they still had the energy to do more with you.

Kafka and Blade can both see the need and desperation in your eyes, the way you're clutching onto them and begging for them. They exchange a quick glance, and they can see the shared desire between them.

Kafka turns to Blade, a look of agreement passing between them.

"You heard her," Blade husks, his voice still rough with pleasure. "She needs us."

Kafka reaches out, lifting you onto their laps so you're sitting atop both of them, back against Blade's chest and front exposed to Kafkas wicked wiles. Her hand comes up to gently hold your chin, tilting your face up to meet hers.

"Look at you," she husks, her voice full of desire. "So desperate and needy for us. So greedy" she murmurs squeezing your face, she loves it though.

Blade's hands come up to your sides, his fingers tracing over your skin lightly. "We'll take good care of you."

You whimper softly, shuffling in their laps with need. "Yea please... take care of me."

Kafka and Blade both notice the way you're squirming in their laps, the way you're begging for them to take care of you. They can see how much you need them, and it only makes their own desire for you grow stronger.

Kafka's hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, her grip tight but gentle as she pulls you in closer using the garter. Her eyes are dark and filled with need.

"We will," she rasps, her voice dripping with desire. "We'll take care of you, *very* well."

Blade's grip on your sides tightens slightly as he feels you squirming in their laps. He can feel the need radiating off of you, and his own desire for you only grows stronger.

He leans over, his lips ghosting over your ear. "We'll take you to heights you've never experienced before." His voice is low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

You moan quietly with anticipation, your body trapped between them. "Please.. I need you, kafka, Bladie..."

Kafka and Blade both feel your desperation, the way your body trembles with need. They can feel their own desire getting stronger, and they know that they need you just as much as you need them.

Kafka leans in, her lips hovering over your ear as she speaks. "We know what you need," she husks, her voice low and gravelly.

Blade's hands move from your sides to your hips, his grip tight and possessive. "You're trapped between us now, and we're not planning on letting you go anytime soon."

Kafka's head turns, her eyes locking onto Blade's. They share a look, a silent conversation passing between them. They both know what they want, what they *need*.

Kafka's tongue darts out to wet her lips, her focus shifting back to you. "We're going to make you feel so good," she promises, her voice dripping with desire.

Blade's grip on your hips tightens, his body pressing against your back. "We'll take care of you," he assures, his voice rough and full of need.

"What are you two planning?" I ask, your voice having a slight shake with anticipation. I didn't know whether to lean forward into Kafka or back into Blade, your body trembling between them with sheer want.

Kafka and Blade both notice the trembling of your body as you question them, the way you're torn between leaning into them. They can feel your anticipation, your body desperate for their touch.

Kafka's hand is still holding your chin, her thumb lightly running over your bottom lip. "You'll just have to find out," she teases, her voice dripping with promise.

Blade's hands stay on your hips, his grip firm but gentle. "Just sit back and enjoy," he instructs, his voice low and authoritative.

My tongue darts out and brushes against your thumb as she runs it over your bottom lip. I then try to do as Blade says, trying to relax back against him and waiting for their next move, all the while your body is lit up with need, dripping in their laps.

Kafka and Blade both notice the way you react to her touch, how your tongue brushes against her thumb. They can feel your body relaxing back into Blade's lap, and they know you're ready for whatever they have in store for you.

Kafka's eyes smolder with desire, her thumb still rubbing against your bottom lip. She's enjoying watching your reaction, the way you're so desperate and helpless between them.

Blade's arms wrap around you from behind, holding you in place. "Good girl," he praises, his voice low and gravelly.

With you now comfortably settled back against him, Blade looks over at Kafka, silently communicating with her once again. They're both on the same page, their need for you only growing stronger.

Kafka finally removes her thumb from your lip, her hand dropping to your waist instead. She looks at you, her eyes dark and full of promise.

"You're going to be a good girl for us, aren't you?" she asks, her voice dripping with desire.

"Yes, I will be a good girl for you both.." You breathe, your words carrying the same desire as kafkas. My body was on fire, longing for them to do something, anything to me.

Kafka and Blade can feel the desire radiating off of you, the way your body is practically begging for them to touch you. They're both so desperate for you, it's taking all their restraint not to jump you right then and there.

Kafka's hand tightens around your waist, her grip almost bruising. "You're so good," she praises, her voice raspy with need.

Blade's arm wraps around your middle, his grip secure yet gentle. "Such a good girl," he affirms, his voice rough and gravelly.

You can feel Blade’s hardness against me, the way he twitched with his own need. And just a glance down and you could see Kafka's arousal pooling again, they both needed me as much as you needed them, and you knew what you wanted. "I need you both inside.. please..." Although Kafka didn't have the direct equipment, Kafka's extensive toy collection had just what we needed.

Kafka and Blade both notice the way you look between them, the way you're practically begging for them. They can feel their own need growing stronger, their own bodies aching to be with you.

Your mention of wanting them both inside you sends a jolt through them, and they know exactly what you mean. Kafka's hand on your waist tightens even more, her own need growing stronger.

"You want us both?" she husks, her voice thick with desire.

Blade's grip on your middle tightens in agreement, his body pressed tightly against your back. "We can make that happen," he rasps

"Yes, please... I want you both..." You whine softly, wanting to feel them so desperately.

Kafka and Blade can feel the need radiating off of you, the sound of your whining making their desire for you only grow stronger. They can't wait any longer, they need you now.

Kafka's hand finally leaves your waist, "Lay back," she instructs, her voice firm and commanding.

Blade's grip loosens, his body shifting to allow you to recline back onto him. He keeps you pressed close to him, his chest against your back.

You begin to pant in anticipation as Blade tugs me back, practically holding you down while Kafka looks down at you hungrily. You were excited to find out what she'd do to your prone and naked body that was already sensitive from yours and Blade’s session and the vibrator.

Kafka's eyes roam over your naked body, her eyes filled with desire as she takes in the sight of you. She can see how sensitive you are from your previous session with Blade, and she's eager to see how you'll react to what she has in store for you.

Blade's hands are now running down your arms, his touch possessive and protective. He can feel your excitement and anticipation, and he knows exactly where this is leading.

After a moment of staring and taking in your needy form, Kafka kneels between your spread legs. She runs her hands up your thighs, her touch gentle yet firm.

"You're so beautiful," she husks, her eyes fixed on you.

She's mesmerized by your form, how desperate and willing you are at this moment. She can't help but want to worship you, to make you come undone under her touch.

"Kafka-" You warble softly, your thighs trembling at her touch. You hold onto blades arms as they tensed around your middle, holding me still so you don't accidently grind on his sensitive cock.

Kafka can feel the way your thighs tremble under her touch, and she can see how you're clutching onto Blade's arms, keeping yourself from grinding against him. She knows how desperate you are, and she loves it.

"Look at you," she teases, her voice dripping with desire. "So needy and desperate."

Blade's grip on your middle tightens slightly, his body pressed tight against your back. He can feel you shaking, and can practically feel the anticipation radiating off of you. "So needy, so beautifully needy." He whispers with a soft rasp, his own need skyrocketing.

Kafka's hands run further up your thighs, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.

"Such a beautiful sight." She husks. "You're so desperate for us, aren't you?"

Her words send a wave of need through you, and you can feel yourself getting even more worked up at her words.

Blade's grip on your middle intensifies, his breath coming in short gasps against your ear. He's trying his best to keep himself under control, but he's so close to snapping, so close to just letting go and taking you right then and there.

"Yes, I need you both..." You want it so much, to feel them both pleasing you, pleasing themselves using your body. You beg for it, it didn't matter that you were already sensitive, you needed more. You wiggle against them, trying to entice them.

Kafka and Blade can feel your desperate plea, your body wiggling between them as you try to find any type of friction. They can both barely hold themselves together.

Kafka's hands finally move to your hips, holding you in place. She leans closer, her face mere inches away from you.

"Patient," she instructs, her voice firm but gentle. "You'll get what you want."

Blade's grip on your middle tightens even more, his body going taut with need. He's fighting every instinct not to just take you right then and there.

Kafka's face is so close to your own now, you can feel her breath against your skin. She's holding herself back, trying to tease you even more. She wants to make you beg for it, wants you to fall apart for her. Her hands stay on your hips, holding you steady as you try to squirm. "Don't move," she instructs, her voice firm but gentle.

Blade's grip on you is still tightening, his breathing becoming more labored. He can't take much more of this teasing, he needs you now.

You can't help but obey her, her alluring and dominant tone froze you in place while she prepared to take you. You watch her body move as she gets the strap-on. My breaths were heavy and laboured as you try to keep calm. You could feel Blade clenching and unclenching his hands on your waist, holding back as Kafka instructed.

Kafka can feel your desperate need, how you're obeying her instructions, staying still for her. She can see the way you're watching her, watching her every move.

She finally pulls out the toy she needs, holding it in her hand. It's a strap-on with a hollow core, allowing her to simulate the same sensation that Blade would be experiencing, allowing her to cum inside you too.

Blade is holding back, his body shaking behind you as he tries to control himself. His grip on your waist is almost tight enough to be painful, but it just adds to your anticipation.

"Kafka..." your voice shakes with need as she comes closer again, stroking the strap-on with her hand and she inches closer.

Kafka can hear your voice, the way you call her name with need. It's driving her wild, she wants you so badly.

She stops in front of you, her hand stroking the strap-on with practiced ease. This isn't the first time she's used it.

"You're so good for me," she husks, her eyes fixed on you.

Blade is still holding you tightly, his breathing still labored as he listens to your need. He can't help but feel jealous that you're focusing on Kafka, but he knows he'll be getting his own pleasure soon.

Kafka positions herself between your legs, the toy in her hand. She looks down at you, her eyes dark with need. She wants this, she wants you.

Her hands move to your hips, holding you in place. She looks at you with a smirk, her voice low and teasing. "Are you ready?"

Blade's grip on you is still tight, his body still shaking behind you. He can feel his own need growing stronger as he watches Kafka between your legs, the toy in her hand. He can't wait to have you, to be inside you.

You take a shaky breath before you nod eagerly. "Yes mistress, I'm ready to take you and Bladie..."

Kafka's smirk widens at your words, her grip on your hips tightening slightly. She loves that you're addressing her as “mistress.”

Her eyes look up at Blade briefly, silently communicating with him. She can see how desperate he is for you, and she knows he’s close to snapping.

With one last look at you, she lines the toy up with your entrance, her eyes never leaving your face.

You gasp softly with want and need. Looking at her, eyes flicking down at her lining up with your entrance and back up at her face.

Kafka can feel your gasps, your eyes looking down at the toy before going back up to her face. She's so close, she's so ready to take you. She can see how desperate you are.

She slowly begins to press the toy inside you, feeling the soft flesh give way for the solid object. She can see Blade watching, and can feel him getting even more desperate to take you for himself.

Her eyes are still locked on your face.

"You're so beautiful like this," she says, her voice thick with desire.

"Ooh... ahh..." You gasp as she pushes in, your head falling back against Blade's chest, feeling his nails dig into your hips as he tries to wait until Kafka tells him he could join her inside you.

As you gasp and moan, your head falling back against Blade's chest, Kafka takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful you are, panting and trembling beneath her. She can see how desperately Blade is holding onto you, how tightly he's grasping your hips.

She continues to slowly push the toy deeper inside you, making sure to be gentle but not too gentle. She wants you to feel every inch of it, every centimeter.

"You're doing so good," she praises, her voice huskier than usual. "So good for me."

"Hhnn.." she knew just what speed to go to make me feel and remember every inch, every bump and ridge on the toy as it entered me. But I still couldn't help but beg for more. "Ahhh, I'll keep being good... I need more.. please.."

Kafka's eyes go dark with desire as she hears you begging for more, her ears picking up on every single moan and whine you make. She can tell you're enjoying the toy, but you're still not full. You want more, and she wants to give you more. Continuing to push the strap inside you, still being gentle slowly working up to being rougher. She can hear Blade's jagged breaths behind you as he continues to hold onto you tightly.

"You're so good," she repeats, her voice low and needy. "

You pant and whine as she picks up speed but you still wanted so badly to feel Blade inside as well. "Haa Haa please... ngh.. I need Bladie too.." at your words you felt his hands tighten again and his hips buck into your behind as his self control slips even further.

Kafka can hear your panting and whining, and she can practically feel your need. She knows you're enjoying the toy inside you, but you need more. You need Blade as well.

She looks over at Blade, and she can see how much he's struggling to control himself as you moan and beg. His own desire is growing stronger, his own need taking over.

"You're so needy," she husks, her voice dripping with desire now. "But you're such a good girl, aren't you? Begging for us both."

"Mhh please... mistress Kafka... Bladie... please.." You beg again, wiggling your hips in time with Kafka’s thrusts.

Kafka looks at Blade again, a silent agreement passing between them as she keeps working the toy inside you.

"Patience..." she instructs, her voice dripping with need. "You'll get what you want..."

Kafka's eyes go back to your face as she continues to work the toy inside you, still going steady but increasing her pace. She can see how needy you are, how badly you need both her and Blade.

Blade seems to be struggling even more now, his own desire taking over. His hands are still gripping your hips tightly, his own hips moving against you more urgently now.

She looks over at him again, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're so close," she murmurs, her voice low and huskier than ever. "You want her… don't you?" She reaches over and grabs his face, making him look at her.

Hearing her question, and feeling your need against him, made Blade shiver. "Yes," he said, his voice coming out gruff. Blade needed you badly, and it was getting harder to ignore that need. He could feel your body, the way you squirm and writhe against him. He could smell your desire, and gods, it was driving him wild.

Kafka continued to work the toy inside you, picking up the pace a little more as she watched Blade struggle to contain himself. She could see the way Blade was watching you, could sense how hard he was fighting to keep himself under control. She could see how desperately he wanted you, his hands clenching tighter on your hips as his hips moved more urgently against you.

She looked at him again, her eyes dark with need. "You can't hold back any longer, can you?" she asked, her voice soft but full of desire.

Blade couldn't resist anymore. "No," he said, his voice thick with need. He looked at Kafka, wanting permission to join her inside.

Wanting him to just take what he wanted I moan for him "Blade... ahh Bladie..." arching your back on his chest and moaning in his ear and Kafka more steadily thrusts into your aching, needy entrance.

Blade's already thin self control snaps at the sound of your voice moaning his name, and the way you arch your back against him. He can't resist anymore, he needs to be inside you, feeling your desperate need firsthand.

He looks at Kafka, a silent plea in his eyes. He wants to join, he needs to join.

Kafka looks at him for a moment, her own eyes dark with desire. She knows what he wants, and she knows you're begging for it as well. She pauses, looking between the two of you before nodding her head. "Go ahead.." she permits.

Blade doesn't need to be told twice. He immediately starts to position himself, his hands still holding onto your hips. He looks at you, and can see how desperate you are, how much you need him.

He lines himself up with your entrance, his eyes still fixed on you, waiting for the go.

Kafka watches as Blade gets ready, still holding the toy inside you as they both prepare.

Hearing Kafka give him permission makes you moan louder "yes, yes ,yes please Bladie..."

At your words, Blade doesn't hesitate any longer. He presses his tip against your entrance, slowly pushing inside you.

You can feel how big he is inside you, his cock stretching you out as he pushes inside.

Kafka's eyes are fixed on the way Blade's member is disappearing inside you, the sight alone almost enough to send her over the edge. She can't look away, can't hear anything other than your moans and whines. The feeling of the Blades cock and the strap on pressing and sliding together inside you was so addicting for her. She didn't know how much she needed to feel it.

"Ngh, ahhh, ahhh, nghhh" You mindlessly moan, your body limp and prone as they settle deeply in your tight, wet entrance, the stretch overwhelming your overstimulated brain. The feeling settles like a warm buzz at the back of your mind, overtaking any thought and feeling beyond them and the way they fill you.

Blade and Kafka are both inside you now, feeling how tight you are around them. They both pause for a moment, relishing in the feeling of filling you up completely.

You look so good, being filled by both of them, your body trembling and trembling with overwhelming pleasure.

"You take us so well.." Kafka pants, her voice thick with desire.

Blade can only nod and groan in agreement, any movement making pleasure shoot through him, and it only made him hunger for more.

They're both so deep inside you now, their combined thickness feeling so good in your tight, wet entrance. You can feel how desperate they are, can see how desperately their bodies are straining not to give in and just take you.

You look just too good underneath them, taking them both so well.

"You feel so good," Blade groans, his voice gruff with pleasure. He can't take his eyes off of you, can't stop watching you take them both.

Kafka can only agree, not being able to form any words from how much pleasure they're feeling. Just watching you take them both with such ease and lust made her even more endeared to you.

"Nhg.. mhh, move please... please..." You beg, needing them to move and take the pleasure from me. "Bladie... mistress.... please..."

Kafka leans in, her hand reaching up to gently grip your chin, turning your head so that your gaze meets hers.

"Look at me."

Her voice is rough, but tender. Her eyes bore into yours, intense and focused.

"You're such a good girl," she praises, the words making you shiver.

She leans in closer, her lips almost touching yours.

"Is this what you wanted, mm? Is this what you craved..?"

"Ohhh yes... yes... I needed this... ahh." I moan before straining forward wanting to kiss while she thrusts into me. The angle now makes them slip deeper, a sharp cry of pleasure leaving me as they hit the deepest parts of me.

Both Kafka and Blade let out sharp gasps as they continue to move inside you, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. It feels so good, and they're both losing themselves in the sensation.

Kafka, sensing your need for a kiss, closes the gap between you and captures your lips in a heated kiss. Her hand moves from your chin to tangle into your hair, pulling you into the kiss as her tongue coaxes yours to play. She can't get enough of you.

Blade, caught between watching you both and the way the three of you come together, it only fueling his own desire

It's almost too much.

Their bodies rocking against you, the way they move in a perfect rhythm Kafka dominating your mouth and tongue, Blade taking in the sight of you both, your hands grasping onto the sheets as the pleasure overwhelming you, their grunts and moans filling your ears.

They're completely lost in the moment, giving themselves over fully to you, and you to them. They know they're not going to be able to control themselves much longer. we were all so close to coming.

Muffled, desperate moans drip into Kafka's mouth from mine as they just use your body as they want. Everything they were doing along with the thrusting, Kafka kissing me deeply, Blade feeling your body stroking the sensitive nub between your legs and toying with your breasts. It was all making me hurtle towards the edge of pleasure.

They continue to move together, their need growing stronger with each passing moment. With each thrust, they can feel you getting closer and closer, their movements becoming more urgent, more wild.

Kafka's tongue continues to dominate yours, her hand in your hair holding you in place while she explores your mouth. She's lost in the pleasure of it all, of having you completely at their mercy.

Blade, too, is losing himself in the moment, the way your body moves against them both is driving him wild. He can't look away, can't stop touching you, can't get close

They're both so close, the need pooling between your legs so thick and desperate and intense.

Their hands roaming over your body, trying to feel everything at once.

Kafka's tongue moving greedily against yours, taking your breath away.

Blade's fingers tracing over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

It's too much, they know they're both on the edge of something amazing with you… just need a few more moments to get there

Their movements become faster, more chaotic, desperate to get to the finish line.

You couldn't even form words other than their names at this point, just mindlessly moaning "Kafka... bladie... mistress... ahhh" muffled into Kafka's mouth as she teasingly sucks on your tongue. My insides were on fire but felt so good, you were so close just a little more.

They're both so close, so desperate for that final push

They can hear the desperation in your moans, the way you're begging for them.

Their movements grow more erratic, more urgent, more needy

Kafka breaks the kiss, her own breathing labored, as she looks down at you, at the way you're writhing between them.

"You're so pretty like this.. a pretty mess just for us." She pants, her voice thick with desire.

When kafka breaks the kiss you flop back against Blade, your tongue flopped from between your lips as I moan out loud. My eyes are rolled back and teary now, your breaths fast and whiny. You were so, so close, your insides pulsing around them to signal that you’re close.

Blade feels more than hears your moans, and he knows you're close.

He can feel your insides, clenching around them, tightening.

In the back of his head, there's a thought, a realization.

They're both going to fill you up soon.

The thought combined with the way you look, so beautiful, wrecked, and needy. With a guttural moan, he speaks to you, the words nearly a plea, "Come for us."

His words are deep and gruff, and it's almost enough to send you over the edge.

But we're not quite there yet.

Kafka leans back down again, her lips right next to your ear. "Come, pretty girl. Show us how much you love us." She husks, her words dripping with need.

At their words your body bows, your back arching, breasts pressing into Kafka’s as you scream in pleasure near Blade's ear as your head falls back against his shoulder. My body tensed hard while you squirt your pleasure over Kafkas chest. It would have ended if not for the Blade and Kafka not being done yet. They don't let you go, holding me tightly as you squirm and whine in overstimulation.

You come undone between them, your body trembling and trembling against them as they hold you tight, not letting you go just yet.

They both know you're sensitive, overstimulated, but they're not done with you yet.

They hold you as you squirm and whine, letting you ride out your high on them. They're not done yet, they need more.

"That's our good girl," Kafka praises, her voice thick with desire.

Blade's own need grows stronger, his grip on you tightens. "You're such a mess," he growls, his voice low in your ear.

"Mghh ahhhhh" You can only respond in desperate moans, the continued pleasure driving me mad. You need them to come, to fill you with their pleasure. Tears of overstimulation and desperation flow from your eyes as you sob and moan, the two of them growing more rough and more intense.

They continue their ministrations, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

But they can't get too rough, can't let you go too soon.

Their movements grow more intense, their moans growing louder and more desperate.

They can hear your desperate moans, the way your body is trembling against them. They know you need this, know you need them to come, to fill you with their own pleasure.

"You're doing so well," Kafka praises, her voice dripping with desire.

"So good," Blade whispers shakily, his hips slamming up against you as his desperation mounts. "So good," he repeats, his voice rough and low.

Both of them are getting closer, their bodies growing more desperate, more needy for release.

Kafka's voice is thick with desire as she speaks. "You're going to make us come soon,"

She lets out a moan of her own, her grip on your hair tightening.

"Just a little longer," She urges, and the way her voice is desperate makes you even more desperate.

You were heading for another orgasm, this one even more powerful than the last. I writhe and moan desperately, not sure what you want except for more, for them to come. "Bla...de... kaf...ka... nghhhh... ahhhh... too... much.... need more..." You moan deliriously, your tongue hanging from your mouth making the words slurred and muffled.

They both feel you getting close again, your body trembling and trembling beneath them.

They know you need more, need to come again, and they're determined to give it to you.

"Almost there," Kafka urges, her voice strained with desire.

Blade's grip on your hips tightens, his own need almost at its peak. He can feel himself getting closer, and he knows it won't be long now.

"You're doing so well," he says, his voice low and rough, "Just a little more, pretty girl."

"We're close," Kafka pants, her voice needy.

"So close," Blade grits out, his grip on you tightening even more.

They can see that you're close again, and they're so close they can barely hold back anymore.

You're a writhing, moaning mess beneath them, your body overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Come with us," Kafka urges, her voice strained with desire. They both know they won't be able to last much longer, and they want to come with you, to fill you to the brim with everything they have left.

You pant, quick desperate pants until- you see white, your scream of pleasure silent as your body once again arches and tightens hard around them, the liquid pleasure flowing from me uncontrollably as you climax again, blacking out for a moment as the intensity knocks me unconscious for a short time.

They both reach their peak with you, their own pleasure releasing hot and fast inside you. Both spill all of their love and lust deep in you, and show their feelings for you.

Moments later they regain their breath, they notice your sudden unconsciousness, their eyes wide with concern.

"You okay?" Blade asks gruffly, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

Kafka's hand rests on your shoulder. "Hey, wake up."

At their words your eyes flutter open, the exhaustion of our pleasure knocked me to sleep. "Ngh... ahhh.. Kafka... Bladie..." you slur tiredly, Your body trembling with the aftershock of pleasure and how full you felt.

They both let out sighs of relief as you wake up, their concern fading.

Kafka runs her hand through your hair, a tender gesture. "You alright?" she asks again, her voice softer now.

Blade's hand is still on your shoulder, his grip loose but steady. "You passed out for a moment there," he says, concern still in his voice.

They both look at you, seeing how tired and trembling you are, how full you are of them both. It's a sight they won't forget soon.

"Mmmh... more than alright.... never felt better... you two really know how to treat a lady.." You quip with a broken chuckle, your voice rough from the moaning and screaming in pleasure you'd done at their hands.

They both chuckle at your quip, their eyes still on you. They know they gave you their all, and it was worth it.

Kafka's hand is still in your hair, her fingers tracing over your scalp in an affectionate gesture. "We aim to please," she says with a smirk.

Blade's hand is still on your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly. "You're definitely not gonna forget this anytime soon," he teases.

"Hmm..." you take a deep shaky breath, moaning softly at the full feeling and relaxing back against Blade's chest fully. "Gonna... hafta do this again... sometime..."

Their eyes light up at your words.

Kafka's smirk widens, and her hand moves from your hair to rest on your hip. "Definitely."

Blade agrees wholeheartedly, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly. "Definitely."

They both look down at you, still pressed between them, and they know they'll want to do this again soon.

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