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OKAY!!
I DID IT!
FUCK!
That was the hardest and the most embarrassing thing I ever did.
This is my first time writing a R-18 chapter. SO PLEASEEE let me know if you like it or it felt odd. AGAIN, IF IT FEELS WEIRD LET ME KNOW!!!
So yeah, good luck.
WARNING AGAIN HALF THE CHAPTER IS R-18 STUFF AHEAD!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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R-18 Start
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The world narrowed to the space of the small room, the air thick with the scent of desire and the sound of their ragged breaths. The initial hesitation, that sweet, trembling shyness that had clung to all three of them, began to dissolve like mist under a morning sun.
They fell back onto the bed, a tangle of eager limbs and soft sighs, their hands fumbling with the simple fastenings of their clothing until they were scattered around them like fallen leaves. Soon, they were left in nothing but their undergarments, the final, flimsy barrier between them.
Anya and Lexa watched him, their eyes wide with a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. Mike's own shyness was noticeable, but it was met and matched by theirs. Their breath caught, he reached for the simple cloths they used as bras. His fingers, though slightly calloused, were incredibly gentle as he unwrapped them, layer by layer, revealing the soft, beautiful curves of their breasts in the dim light of the candles.
For a long moment, he simply stared, his gaze a physical caress. He was captivated by the perfect, pale slopes, the delicate pink of their nipples hardening under his gaze. Seeing the awe in his eyes, Anya and Lexa exchanged a glance, a secret, shared smile passing between them. In a movement of courage, each took one of his hands and guided them, placing his palms firmly against their hearts.
"Can you feel our heartbeats?" Anya asked, her voice a whisper that feathered against his skin.
Mike could only nod, his voice stolen by the sensation. Beneath his hands, their hearts hammered a frantic, synchronized rhythm against his palms, a wild drumbeat of shared passion.
"Squeeze them harder, Mikky," Lexa whispered, her own voice husky with need.
Obliging, he let his hands learn their shape, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a tender pressure that made them both arch into his touch.
"Mmmfffp!"
They turned, pressing their naked backs against the solid, chiseled warmth of his torso, their heads falling back onto his shoulders as his hands continued their gentle massage, stimulating soft, breathy moans from their lips.
Then, as if by some unspoken signal, they stopped him and turned in his arms, their hands now on a mission of their own, exploring the hard planes of his chest. Leaning in, they kissed him at the same time, Anya capturing his lips with a tender intensity, while Lexa kissed and licked his jaw and neck. The dual sensation was overwhelming, a flood of sensation that left him dizzy.
While kissing him, they each took one of his hands again and guided them down, past the gentle curve of their stomachs, to the hot, damp apex of their thighs.
The moment his fingers made contact, a violent shiver racked both their bodies, a simultaneous, electric jolt of pleasure that made them gasp against his neck.
"Nnhg Uh-uhh!! Huf Huf!"
He could feel it, the undeniable, slick evidence of their desire, the warm wetness that welcomed his touch. Slowly, deliberately, he let his thumbs find and circle the hardened little nubs of their clits.
The effect was instantaneous. Their kisses broke off as their heads fell back.
"Inghhhhhhhhhhh!! Yes Mikky..... there... Ughhhhh~~!!!!"
Their cries no longer whispers but open, loud moans that filled the tent. He slid the first one, then two fingers into each of them, curling them in a slow, rhythmic motion.
"Harder!!" Lexa panted, now laid out on her back, her body a perfect, aching arc, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her.
"Ummmmmmm~~~!!!"
Anya, beside her, had one hand clamped over her own mouth, her teeth biting into her finger in a futile attempt to stifle her cries, each one escaping as a desperate, muffled sob of pleasure.
Their movements became more frantic, their breathing shallow gasps.
"I'm… I'm about to…" Lexa cried out, her words dissolving into a wordless scream.
"UGHHHHH~~~~"
"MIKKY~!" Anya echoed, her voice breaking.
And then they shattered. Their bodies jerked around his invading fingers, a wave of ecstasy so powerful it seemed to light the very air. They cried out his name, their hands grabbing at him, pulling him down into their embrace, holding him tightly as the aftershocks trembled through them.
When the world slowly swam back into focus, Mike brushed the damp hair from their foreheads. "Did you like that?" he asked, his voice rough with his own unchecked desire.
"Loved it," Lexa purred, her body still humming.
Anya, her shyness returning in the quiet aftermath, could only manage a breathless, deeply satisfied nod.
But the fire was far from banked. Lexa rose, a predator's grace in her movements. She crawled over him, her hands tracing the hard lines of his abdomen, before wrapping her fingers around the hard length of him straining against his pants. A sliver of a smile played on her lips.
"Of course you're big down here, too," she said in a voice dripping with lust. She pulled his pants down, freeing his erection. Anya, ever the shy one, covered her eyes, but still watched intently through the gaps in her fingers.
"Now," Lexa whispered, her gaze flicking to Anya. "Let us help you."
What followed was a symphony of sensation. While Lexa took him into the warm, wet heat of her mouth, her movements relentless, Anya leaned in for a wet and slutty kiss, pouring all her newfound passion into it. Mike, his shyness now completely burned away by a primal, dominant fire, surrendered to their ministrations.
When he could take no more, he gently pulled Lexa away and turned to Anya. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark, and she knew what was coming. He hovered over her, cradling her face.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and intense.
She nodded, a single, decisive movement. "Yes."
He grabbed her by her soft thighs and pulled her in. He entered her in one slow, devastating stroke, filling her completely.
"Ummmmmm~~~!!"
A sharp, pleasure and pain-filled cry escaped her lips, which he quickly swallowed with a kiss. He moved within her, a steady, building rhythm that stoked the embers of her passion back into a roaring flame. She met his thrusts, her nails digging into his back, her whispers of "yes" and "more" a mantra against his skin. He felt her climax build and break, a second, even more powerful wave that left her boneless and crying out his name.
"Yes!! MIKKY!! Mmhnhgh~~!!!"
As she pulsed around him, he drove into her one last time, spilling his seed deep within her, their mutual groans of release mingling together.
They had taken the herbs, and the fear of consequence was a distant thought. He kissed her softly, a tender contrast to their fierce joining.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear. Spent and content, a serene smile on her face, Anya drifted into sleep.
Mike then turned his gaze to Lexa, who had been watching with hungry eyes while rubbing her pussy. He pulled her to him, his hand cupping the firm curve of her ass.
"Now you," he growled. "You wanted to be fucked senseless."
"Do it," she challenged, her eyes blazing.
He took her with a raw, untamed energy. He slipped his massive dick into her leaking pussy, setting a rough pace.
"O-oh my god! Yes Mikky~~ Yes... fell me up!!!! Agh~~~!!!!!!"
Then, in a display of strength that made her gasp, he stood, lifting her with him, her legs wrapping around his waist. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper, and she threw her head back.
"Look at me, Lexa," He whispered, and she followed.
"Yes! Yes! Mike! I love you~~~!" she yelled, her voice raw and honest as he moved within her.
He captured her cries with his mouth, kissing her deeply as he drove them both toward the brink. And as they found their shattering release together, the night, indeed, went on.
"Ohhhhh~~~~~" A final unintelligent voice left her mouth, before she collapsed into his arms and fell asleep.
He pulled out, his cum dripping all over the bed, and lay her along with Anya and slept in between them after making sure they were covered by the fur blanket.
Then, with a final kiss on their foreheads. He went to sleep.
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R-18 ENDS
Meanwhile, a distance away from the tent stood Indra, who was standing guard today. She turned towards the tent, with her brows furrowed.
"Bloody animals."
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Morning arrived, and Mike woke up.
The first thing he noticed was the light.
It was different from the harsh, sterile glow of his cryo-pod or the sodium-yellow campus lamps of his first life. This was a soft, golden-red, filtering through the thick, oiled hide of the tent, painting the small space in a warm, dusty glow.
The second thing he noticed was the warmth. It wasn't just the furs; it was a living, breathing heat, draped across him like the most comfortable, most precious blanket in the world. A pleasant, solid weight rested across his chest, and the soft brush of hair tickled his chin.
He smiled before he even opened his eyes.
The memories of the night... Gods. The promises. The vows. The beautiful moment they shared with each other. The scent of them, the feel of them.
It was real.
He opened his eyes. And found two stunning beauties looking at him.
They were already awake, and they were watching him. His breath caught in his throat. In the soft, light of the morning, they were... glowing.
On his left, Lexa was nestled into his side, her head propped on her hand, her chin resting on his chest. Her hair, free from its usual severe warrior braids, stumbled over his shoulder. Her green eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, were soft, bright, and held a possessive, happy sparkle that was entirely new.
On his right, Anya was curled against him, her head lying directly over his heart, her arm draped protectively across his ribs. Her hair was just as wild. The years of worry and war were gone. She looked... peaceful. Young. Utterly, breathtakingly beautiful.
His voice was a low, rough gravel from sleep. "Morning, loves."
He had to ask. "Did you... enjoy the night?"
Anya and Lexa looked at each other, a silent, shared smile passing between them that made Mike's heart feel too big for his chest. They didn't answer with words at first. Lexa leaned in and kissed his left cheek, a quick, warm, possessive press of her lips. Anya, moving with a shy slowness, kissed his right, her kiss lingering for just a moment, a silent promise they had made.
Lexa pulled back, her mischievous spark already returning.
"It was... acceptable," she teased, her eyes glittering. "Though I could have handled you going harder, Mikky."
Mike chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Is that so?"
Anya just blushed, a faint, lovely pink that he'd never seen before. She hid her face for a second against his chest, her voice muffled but clear. "Yes," she whispered, so only he could hear. "I liked it. Very much."
That was it. That was all he needed. A deep, joyous laugh escaped him. He didn't care about Anya's shyness or Lexa's bravado. He just cared that they were here. They were his family now.
He wrapped his massive arms around both of them, pulling them in tight, rolling them so he was half-sitting, holding them both against him like the treasures they were. He buried his face in the tangled mess of their hair.
"Gods," he breathed, his voice thick with an emotion that was too big to name. "I love you both so much."
He felt Lexa's immediate, fierce hug in return, her laugh like a bright bell against his ribs. He felt Anya's arms, strong and sure, encircle him, holding him with a quiet strength that felt like an anchor. She sighed, a sound of pure, contented peace against his heart.
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AGAIN HALF THE CHAPTER IS R-18. AFTER THE MARK IT'S FINE