The rain had been relentless since the party left the last village, a curtain of grey that turned the road into a river of mud and forced you to take shelter at the first inn you could find. The building was modest— timber frame and thatch roof, warm fire crackling in the common room, the smell of roasted meat and woodsmoke thick in the air. The elves shared two rooms and you took one for yourself, grateful for the chance to finally sleep in something other than a bedroll on the ground.
You'd barely closed your eyes when the door creaked open.
The first thing you saw was Heejin’s silhouette, her powerful frame filling the doorway as she slipped inside like a shadow. Her brown hair was still damp from the rain and she wore only a thin linen shirt that clung to every defined muscle of her torso—the toned abs just barely visible through the fabric, the curve of her powerful thighs outlined by the hem that stopped mid-thigh. She pressed a finger to her lips, grinning.
“Shh.”
Behind her, Yerim slid in like smoke, wearing an oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder, her long black hair slightly tangled, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floor.
“Is everyone else asleep?” You whispered, barely audible.
“Dead to the world,” Heejin confirmed, easing the door shut with a soft click. The lock turned. She tested the handle once, twice, then nodded to herself with satisfaction. “Jinsoul passed out the second her head hit the pillow. Hasuel was already snoring. We left Jungeun in our room, door is closed, lights off.”
Heejin turned to face you, and the firelight from the hearth caught the curve of her jaw, the fullness of her lips, the way her eyes caught the warm glow and turned amber. She stretched her arms above her head—a motion that pulled her shirt taut across her chest and revealed the smooth, taut skin of her stomach, the faint lines of her six-pack catching shadow.
“Mm… Finally,” she exhaled, rolling her neck. “You’ve being busy with Jungeun and Haseul lately…” She stepped closer to the bed, her bare feet on the floorboards, her hips swaying with confidence. “I’ve been thinking about this since the last time I had a taste. I told Yerim all about it and she wants a turn now.”
Yerim had already settled herself on the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs folded beneath her, her hands resting on her thighs. She looked up at you like she was waiting for something.
“I’ve been wanting to be closer to you,” Yerim said simply, her soft voice cutting through the silence of the room.
Heejin climbed onto the bed from the other side, the mattress dipping under her weight, and propped herself up on one elbow. She looked at Yerim across the bed, then back at you, and her grin widened into something almost feral.
“So here’s the deal,” Heejin said, her voice dropping to a low, sultry drawl that made the air between them feel heavier. She traced a finger along the edge of your blanket. “Jungeun, Haseul, and I have already had a taste of what our loonaberries do to you and now Yerim wants to try. I figure we can make this a team effort.”
She looked at Yerim, who gave a small nod.
“I saw how good you made Heejin feel the other day…” Yerim admitted quietly, her cheeks coloring just slightly. “I… I want to feel that too.”
“Really? Yerim... Heejin isn’t making you do something you don’t want to do, is she? You know you can say no.” You asked, looking at Yerim with genuine concern.
Yerim shook her head softly, a small, reassuring smile on her lips. “No, it's not like that. Heejin didn't pressure me. I came here because I wanted to. I've been thinking about it… about what it would feel like.” Her dark eyes met yours, steady and sincere.
Heejin’s hand found your chest, her palm warm and slightly rough against your skin, her fingers spreading over your heart. “See? She’s a big girl. She knows what she wants.” She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, and the warmth of her breath sent a shiver down your spine. “And what I want is to watch you make her fall apart. So let’s start there, yeah?”
Yerim shifted closer, her knees pressing into the mattress, her hands reaching out to rest lightly on your chest. Her face was close now, close enough that you could see the way her pupils had dilated, the faint flush that crept across her cheekbones.
“Hi,” she whispered, and it was so absurdly soft that you almost laughed.
“Hi,” you whispered back.
She leaned in and kissed you—her lips warm and slightly chapped. Her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt and the kiss deepened slowly, her tongue brushing against your lower lip with a tentative, questioning touch, and when you opened for her, she made a small breathy, surprised little noise.
When she pulled back, her lips were slightly parted, her breathing quickened. She touched her own mouth with her fingertips, as if confirming what had just happened.
“Oh,” she breathed. “That’s… that's nice. I can already feel the mana from just kissing you.”
Heejin watched from her side of the bed, her chin propped on her fist, and her expression was one of pure, unfiltered satisfaction. “Told you,” she murmured.
“Can I… can I see you?” Yerim asked, her voice barely above a breath. Her fingers hovered at the hem of your shirt, not quite touching.
Heejin’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, take it off. Let the girl get what she came for.”
You pulled your shirt over your head and set it aside on the nightstand. The cool air of the room kissed your bare skin, raising goosebumps along your arms and chest. Heejin’s eyes swept over you with open, unabashed hunger—traveling down the lines of your athletic frame, the broad chest, the lean torso, the defined abs that caught the flickering firelight.
“Fuck,” Heejin exhaled, her voice dropping to a reverent whisper. She reached out from her side of the bed and dragged a single fingertip down the center of your chest, tracing the line between your pectorals, following it down to your navel.
Yerim’s reaction was quieter but no less intense. Her dark eyes lingered on the way your muscles shifted as you breathed, the way your skin caught the warm glow of the firelight
Heejin shifted to her knees and leaned across the bed toward you, her hair falling forward in a damp curtain. She pressed her lips to your collarbone and then dragged them down to the center of your chest, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin. She made a low, appreciative hum.
Yerim moved closer, her knees on either side of one of your legs, her hands resting on your shoulders. She was close enough now that you could feel the warmth radiating from her body through her thin shirt. Her hair tickled your chest as she leaned down and kissed your chest.
She kissed lower, her lips trailing a slow, deliberate path down the center of your torso. Each kiss was placed with care, her mouth warm and soft against your skin, her breath ghosting across you as she moved. She reached your navel and pressed her tongue into it briefly, a teasing, playful gesture that made her cheeks flush pink.
Yerim’s fingers found your waistband, and she paused, looking up at you through the curtain of her long black hair. Her fingers slipped beneath your waistband, tugging your pants down slowly. The fabric slid past your hips, your thighs, and she bit her lower lip as your cock came into view—long, thick, already half-hard from the warmth and proximity of the two elves pressed close.
Heejin leaned back against the headboard, stretching her arms above her head, her shirt riding up to expose the full length of her toned stomach and the lower curve of her breasts. She watched the two of you with half-lidded eyes, her confident smirk never wavering.
“Oh,” Yerim breathed, her eyes widening. She stared at it for a long moment, her cheeks burning red, her lips slightly parted. “It’s…” She swallowed. “…bigger than I remember.”
Heejin let out a low, knowing laugh from behind her. “Go ahead. Touch it.”
Yerim's hand hovered over your shaft, trembling slightly. She wrapped her fingers around it and a soft, surprised gasp escaped her lips. She could feel the warmth, the weight, the way it pulsed gently in her grip, and her thumb traced a slow line along the underside, mapping the veins, the texture of the skin.
“It’s so warm,” she whispered, almost to herself. “And it’s… it’s getting harder.”
Heejin shifted positions, resting her chin on Yerim's shoulder, her breath warm against Yerim's neck. “Come on Yerim. You’re acting like you’ve never had sex before.”
“I’ve never had sex with something like this,” Yerim shot back quietly, her grip tightening just slightly.
Heejin snorted. “Fair enough.”
Yerim leaned down and pressed her lips to the tip of your cock, a feather-light kiss that sent electricity racing through your body. She pulled back, watching your reaction, and when she saw the way your muscles tensed and your breathing hitched, a small, shy smile crossed her face.
Yerim’s lips returned to your tip, but this time she parted them and took the head of your cock into her mouth. Her inside of mouth was a wet, tight heat that enveloped the sensitive tip and made your hips twitch involuntarily. Yerim made a soft, muffled sound of surprise at the taste, her eyes going wide.
“Mm—” she hummed, her tongue swirling experimentally around the head, lapping at the small bead of pre that had gathered there. Her taste buds registered something sweet, almost honeyed, and she pulled back with a wet pop, licking her lips. “It tastes… sweet?”
Heejin’s grin was wicked. “I told you. Loonaberries do that.” She reached over and cupped Yerim’s chin, tilting her face toward her. “Now stop being cute and take more.”
Yerim turned back to you, her dark eyes meeting yours with a mixture of determination and nervousness. She opened her mouth wider this time, guiding the tip past her lips with careful precision, her tongue pressing against the underside. She took another inch, then another, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she adjusted to the girth, her jaw stretching in a way that made her wince.
“Just relax your jaw,” Heejin advised from behind, her hands finding Yerim’s shoulders and kneading them gently. “Breathe through your nose. You're doing great.”
Yerim followed the advice, and you could feel the difference immediately—the tension in her jaw eased, her throat opened, and she sank down another inch with a soft, shuddering exhale. Her tongue was a warm, wet ribbon against the underside of your shaft, and every slow bob of her head sent a wave of pleasure through your core.
Heejin’s hands moved from Yerim's shoulders to the hem of her oversized shirt, tugging it upward. Yerim lifted her arms obediently without breaking her rhythm, and Heejin pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Yerim's bare upper body was revealed—her skin was smooth and pale, her modest chest rising and falling with quickened breaths, her toned arms visible even in the low light. Her nipples were already stiff, pink and small against the cool air.
Heejin traced a finger along the curve of Yerim’s spine, following it down to the small of her back, making the rogue shiver. “Look at you, so cute and playful… and here you are, mouth stuffed with cock, cheeks all flushed.”
Yerim pulled back with a gasp, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to your tip. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving. “Shut up, Heejin,” she panted, but there was no real venom in it—just breathless embarrassment.
Heejin laughed and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Yerim’s underwear, tugging them down her hips. Yerim lifted her rear, and the thin fabric slid down her powerful thighs—toned, smooth, the muscles shifting beneath her skin as she moved. The underwear fell away, leaving Yerim completely naked on the bed beside you.
Yerim sat back on her heels, her bare thighs straddling one of yours, and the warmth of her body radiated against your skin like a furnace. She looked down at you with those wide, dark eyes, her chest rising and falling, her flushed skin glowing in the firelight. Between her thighs, you could see the slick gleam of her arousal.
Her hand trembled as she reached down and positioned the tip of your cock against her entrance. She pressed down just slightly, and her breath hitched—a sharp, involuntary intake that made her whole body shudder. “It’s… it’s too much. You’re too big.’
Heejin, still half-dressed, shifted to sit beside Yerim, her hand settling on the small of Yerim's back. “Take it slow. Let your body open up for him.” Her voice was low, encouraging, but there was that familiar edge of dominance.
Yerim nodded, biting her lower lip hard. She sank down another inch, and the tight, wet heat of her pussy enveloped the tip of your cock. She paused there, her thighs trembling, her fingers gripping your chest for stability. Her eyes squeezed shut and a small, choked sound escaped her throat.
“Oh gods… oh gods…” she gasped, feeling every inch of you stretching her open. Her inner walls were impossibly tight, pulsing around your tip.
Yerim’s eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, her cheeks burning crimson as she turned towards Heejin. “Heejin…Heejin… it’s too much. He’s so big… it’s so thick… he’s so deep…”
Heejin placed steadying hands on Yerim’s shoulder and looked at you. She winked as she pushed Yerim down, guiding her to take more of you inside her. Yerim’s mouth opened as your cock went deeper. No sound escaped for a moment, then a long deep moan that she couldn't control.
Yerim’s pussy fluttered around your shaft as her first orgasm hit her. She was completely still, then trembling, her eyes shut, tears forming at the corners.
"Oh... oh... oh gods..." she panted, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around you, milking your cock in waves that nearly made you lose control. Her body shuddered from her thighs to her shoulders, a full-body tremor that left her gasping.
When the clenches finally slowed, Yerim opened her eyes again, blinking through the haze of pleasure. She looked down at where your cock disappeared into her body, half-buried, and a dazed, almost drunk smile spread across her face.
“That was… amazing,” she whispered. She rocked her hips experimentally, and the motion sent a fresh wave of sensation through both of you—a slow, grinding roll that made her gasp again. She braced her hands on your chest and began to move, lifting her hips until just the tip remained inside, then sinking back down with agonizing slowness.
Heejin watched from beside them, her chin resting on her palm, her eyes dark and hungry. “That’s it,” she murmured. ”Ride him. Take what you need.”
Yerim found a rhythm—slow at first, her hips moving in small, tentative circles, then gradually building as her body adjusted to your size. Each roll of her hips drove you deeper, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the quiet room. Her breasts bounced gently with the motion, small and pink-tipped, and she threw her head back, her long black hair cascading down her back like ink.
“You doing okay?” You ask as you feel her tighten up around you.
“Yes...” she breathes, her voice shaky. “It’s... it’s so much. But it feels good. Really good.” She looks down at you with a mixture of wonder and desire, her dark eyes shimmering. “You feel so good inside me.”
She picked up the pace, her hips moving with increasing confidence, her inner walls gripping and releasing in a rhythm that matched her breathing. Each time she bottomed out, a soft, breathy moan escaped her lips, and the sound mixed with the creak of the bed and the crackle of the fire.
Heejin couldn't resist any longer. She stood up, stripped off her shirt completely, revealing her own powerful body—toned abs, full breasts, the defined lines of her thighs. She climbed back onto the bed behind Yerim, pressing her chest against the rogue’s back. Her hands slid around Yerim’s waist, and she began to guide her hip movements, setting a deeper, more punishing pace.
“Like this,” Heejin whispered against Yerim’s ear, her voice a low growl. “Deeper. Take all of him.”
Yerim cried out as Heejin pushed her down harder, and she felt the full length of your cock reach deep inside her causing her vision to white out for a moment. Her pussy clenched hard around your shaft, and another orgasm rolled through her, her walls fluttering and squeezing.
“I’m— I can’t— again—” Yerim stammered, her body trembling between the two of you, caught in the rhythm Heejin was setting. Her fingers dug into your chest, leaving small crescent marks in your skin.
Heejin’s hands moved from Yerim's waist to her hips, gripping firmly, and she began to bounce Yerim on your cock with deliberate, powerful thrusts. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room, wet and rhythmic, and Yerim’s moans became a continuous, broken stream.
Heejin’s eyes narrowed as she watched the way Yerim’s body worked. She could see it—the way the rogue’s hips stopped just short of taking you fully, the way her breathing hitched when she tried to push deeper and couldn’t quite manage it. A slow, knowing grin spread across her face.
“Hold on,” Heejin murmured, and her hands slid from Yerim's hips. She leaned back, her powerful thighs flexing as she settled into position, and her fingers wrapped around the base of your cock where it emerged from Yerim’s pussy. The part of your shaft that Yerim couldn’t take—the last few inches or so—was slick with her arousal, flushed and throbbing in Heejin’s grip.
Yerim felt the shift immediately. She gasped, her pussy clenching around the portion of you inside her. “H-Heejin, what are you—”
“Shh.” Heejin's voice was a low, soothing purr as she began to stroke. Her hand moved in slow, firm pumps, her grip tight enough to create a delicious pressure that matched the rhythm of Yerim’s hips. Each stroke sent a pulse of pleasure through your cock that was different from the tight heat of Yerim’s pussy—rougher, more deliberate, and Heejin’s strong fingers left no inch unattended.
“Oh fuck,” you groaned, your hips twitching. The dual sensation was overwhelming—the clenching, fluttering warmth of Yerim’s pussy combined with the firm, rhythmic pumping of Heejin’s hand. Your cock throbbed between them causing Yerim to moan at the vibration.
Yerim looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide, watching Heejin’s hand work. The sight of it—Heejin’s powerful, toned arm, her fingers wrapped around the base of your cock, the slick, glistening shaft disappearing into her own body—sent a jolt of arousal through her that made her pussy clench hard.
“That’s so hot,” Yerim whispered, her voice trembling. She turned back to face you, and the expression on her face was one of pure, overwhelmed bliss.
Yerim's third orgasm hit her without warning—a full-body spasm that made her arch her back and throw her head back against Heejin's shoulder. Her pussy clamped down on your cock so hard it almost hurt, the walls rippling in waves of tight, rhythmic contractions. Her thighs shook violently, and a deep moan tore from her throat that she tried and failed to muffle.
“Nnnh— a-again— I’m— oh gods—”
Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, her body riding wave after wave of pleasure, her fingers clawing at your chest, her toes curling. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, and she buried her face against Heejin’s neck, her whole body trembling like a leaf.
Heejin held her through it, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other still lazily stroking the base of your cock. She pressed her lips to Yerim’s temple, her breath warm and steady, patient as always. “There you go,"” she murmured against her hair. “Let it all out.”
When the trembling finally began to subside, Yerim’s body went pliant and boneless, her pussy still fluttering with the aftershocks. She sat there on your cock, half-collapsed against Heejin, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat. A thin, dazed smile spread across her face.
“That was...” she panted, unable to finish the sentence. She turned her head to look at you with half-lidded eyes, her lips swollen and pink, her cheekbones flushed a deep rose. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
Heejin’s grin was sharp and satisfied. She gave Yerim's hip a firm pat. “You're not done yet, Yerim." Her voice dropped to that low, commanding and playful tone. “You need to finish him off. Properly. On your knees.”
Yerim blinked, then nodded slowly, still processing the fog of pleasure. Heejin guided her off your cock with a slow, wet pull that made both of you groan.
Heejin helped Yerim off the bed, steadying her unsteady legs, and guided her to her knees on the wooden floor. Yerim’s hands braced against the edge of the mattress. She looked up at you, her expression soft and submissive, her lips parted.
Heejin joined her, stepping off the bed and kneeling beside Yerim. You stood, your cock standing tall, slick and glistening with Yerim’s arousal, bobbing slightly with each pulse of your heart. The two elves knelt before you—Yerim with her dark eyes looking up at you in quiet adoration, Heejin with that predatory grin, her eyes gleaming with hunger.
Heejin wrapped her hand around your shaft again, her grip firm, and gave a slow stroke. “Look at this,” she said to Yerim. “Look how hard he is for you. How much he wants to cum. You did that to him.”
Yerim’s eyes traced the length of your cock, following the vein that pulsed visibly beneath the taut skin, the flushed head that was slick with precum and her own juices. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Heejin takes the left side, her full lips sealed around your shaft, her tongue working the underside. Yerim takes the right, her soft lips parting as she takes you in, her tongue swirling around the tip with gentle, deliberate movements.
“Mmm,"” Yerim hums around your shaft, and the vibration travels through your entire body. Heejin echoes it, and the combined sensation is almost too much.
Heejin pulls back, a strand of saliva and precum connecting her lips to your tip. “Fuck, why do you taste so good.” she whispers, her confident tone softened. She looks at Yerim, whose face is still flush from the three back to back orgasms she is still recovering from.
“Him or me?,” Yerim whispers back, her dark eyes meeting yours with that quiet intensity. She takes you deeper, tasting herself on you, her throat relaxing, and you feel the tip of your cock touch the back of her throat. She pulls back, gasping, then takes you again, deeper this time.
Heejin watches, her hand massaging your balls with the saliva seeping out of Yerim’s mouth. “Both of you,” Heejin says with her signature flirty smirk.
Yerim pulls back, breathes, and takes you in again—this time all the way, her nose buried in your pubic hair, her throat working around your shaft. She holds you there for a long, slow count, her eyes watering, her expression serene, and then pulls back with a gasp, a thick rope of saliva and precum connecting her lips to your tip.
“Your turn,” Yerim whispers to Heejin, and Heejin grins.
Heejin takes you in with enthusiasm, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue aggressive. She bobs her head with a rhythm that matches her fighting style—fast, powerful, precise. Yerim watches, her hand stroking her own thigh, her breathing quickening. When Heejin pulls back, glistening, Yerim leans in and takes over, her pace slower, gentler, her lips soft and yielding.
They alternate like this—back and forth, back and forth—until you're so hard it almost hurts, your cock throbbing, your balls tight. Heejin looks up at you, her eyes bright, her lips red and swollen.
“Cum for us,” she whispers. “Fill our mouths. We'll share.”
Yerim nods, her expression earnest, her dark eyes soft.
You cum.
The first rope shoots out and splits between their parted lips, landing on their tongues simultaneously. They moan in unison—a sound that's almost musical—and swallow, but there's too much. Your cock pulses again and again, and they can't keep up. Cum spills from their lips, dribbling down their chins, pooling in the hollows of their throats. Heejin licks her lips, catching a stray drop, and Yerim scoops cum from her chin with her finger and feeds it to Heejin, who opens her mouth happily.
When you finally stop, they're both flushed, their chins glistening, their eyes glassy with pleasure. Heejin leans her head against your thigh and sighs contentedly.
“Mm. Sweet,” she murmurs.
Yerim rests her cheek against your other thigh, her breath warm through your skin. She looks up at you with those quiet, dark eyes, and smiles.
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