Challenge 44: THREESOME

[IsabellaRose]

THE CHALLENGE

• For this challenge, write about a threesome. The setting, situation, parties involved, etc. are all up to you.

Deadline

• Midnight (EST) , 20 September 2025

Limits

• 1 entry per person
• no strict word limit, but please try to keep it around 2,000 words- remember, everyone has to read these to vote

Prizes

• 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits
• 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits
• 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

Edited September 9 by IsabellaRose

[MagnificentBastard]

Twisted Anniversary 

In the dimly lit, intimate restaurant, nestled within the luxurious hotel, Lily and Rose celebrated their first anniversary. The soft glow of candlelight danced across their faces as they shared a tender kiss on the edge of the dance floor, lost in the joy of their connection. Rose, in a figure-hugging crimson dress that showcased her hourglass figure, and Lily, in a daringly low-cut black gown that accentuated her ample cleavage, were a vision of sensual elegance. The air was thick with romance, the murmur of conversation, and the subtle rhythm of the music. Then, he appeared. Marcus, a silver-haired fox with eyes that held a predatory gleam, his gaze lingering on the curve of Rose's ass, the swell of Lily's tits. A wave of anger surged through Rose, a primal urge to tell this entitled, sexist asshole to fuck off, to remind him that they were not objects to be ogled. But as her eyes met his, something shifted within her, a strange, almost hypnotic pull that momentarily silenced her righteous indignation. Instead, ruled by the intensity of his gaze, she found herself flirting, with the man that was sexualizing her so openly. "Enjoying the view?" she purred, her voice a husky invitation as she subtly bent over, presenting her ass to his appreciative gaze. Marcus's lips curved into a knowing smile.

'What the hell is she doing?' Lily thought, a knot of confusion tightening in her stomach as she watched her lesbian girlfriend openly flirting with an older man. Then she met Marcus's gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passing between them, a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes, and she interjected, "Why don't you skip the appetizers and join us back at our room? We will give you a much better view." As she spoke, she moved closer to Marcus, deliberately brushing her body against his, her breasts pressing against his arm, her hips swaying suggestively. Rose's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and revulsion fluttering in her chest. 'Did she really just invite him back to our room? On our fucking anniversary?'

As they led Marcus towards the elevators, his hands, emboldened by their blatant invitations, settled possessively on their asses, his fingers groping and kneading the soft flesh beneath their dresses, sending shivers of both pleasure and unease down their spines. Lily, a flicker of fear momentarily clouding her eyes, nervously blurted out, "We should probably tell you...we're lesbians," the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart but as her gaze locked with Marcus's, the words seemed to lose their meaning, replaced by a desperate need for his approval, a primal urge to please him. "But that just means we're expert cock-teasing sluts," her voice trembled with a mixture of apprehension and excitement, her body betraying her with a subtle sway towards him. 

Rose, horrified by Lily's sudden capitulation and her own inexplicable attraction to this man, could only stare in disbelief. 'What the hell is happening to us?' she thought, a wave of nausea washing over her as she watched her girlfriend practically offering herself to a stranger. But then, she met Marcus's gaze, and the revulsion seemed to melt away, replaced by a strange, almost hypnotic allure, a desperate need to compete for his attention. His fingers were now tracing the outline of her thighs, sending jolts of electricity through her veins. "Actually," she interjected, her voice barely a whisper, "Lily's the only cock-tease, since she's a virgin and hasn't had a cock in any of her holes...yet," her words laced with a mixture of envy and a desperate hope for his approval, advertising her girlfriend's purity like a prized possession, a sacrifice to appease the silver-haired god before them. His hand now slid up her back, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin just above her thong, and she found herself leaning into his touch, betraying everything she believed in.

The threesome made it to the hotel suit, the carefully constructed facade of their relationship shattered completely. It was no longer about love, but about raw, animalistic lust, a desperate need for Marcus's approval. They tore at each other's clothes with a frenzied desperation, ripping seams, tearing fabric, driven by a primal urge to expose themselves, to offer themselves as to abusive dominant man who had invaded their lives. Lily, her eyes glazed with a mixture of fear and excitement, fumbled with the zipper of Rose's dress, revealing her creamy back, her ass practically begging to be spanked. Rose, in turn, ripped at the buttons of Lily's blouse, exposing her tits, their nipples already hard and begging to be sucked.

They fell to their knees, facing each other, their bodies pressed close, their mouths meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss. It was nothing like the tender embraces they had shared before, but a performance for Marcus's benefit, a desperate attempt to prove their worth as nothing more than holes to be filled. They fell into a 69 position, their tongues exploring each other with a newfound intensity, their bodies writhing in a desperate attempt to please him. As they cock-teased each other, their fingers delving deep into each other's wet pussies, they began to degrade each other, using the intimate knowledge they had gained over the past year as weapons, betraying their relationship and their dignity. "Remember that time you cried because you couldn't come?" Rose whispered, her voice laced with venom as she flicked her tongue against Lily's clit. "Guess you just needed a real man to show you how it's done." Lily, tears welling in her eyes, retaliated with a cruel jab of her own her fingers digging into Rose's wet cunt. "Maybe now 'Ill finally learn what real pleasure feels like, instead of your prudish touch!." Each word was a betrayal, a violation, their bodies and their souls offered as sacrifices on the altar of Marcus's lust.

Marcus watched with a detached amusement as Rose, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and exhilaration, looked into his eyes, a desperate plea for violation shone within them, her hands suddenly spreading her ass cheeks, displaying her virgin hole to him like a prized possession before shouting "Rape her," her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Take her, break her, make her yours." Lily, surprised and humiliated turned her head to meet Marcus's gaze, her eyes suddenly pleading for his approval, for his validation. "We've just been waiting for a real man to claim us, to own us, to show us what we've been missing." Her words were a complete betrayal of everything she had ever stood for, a desperate attempt to rewrite her past, to erase her identity in the hopes of becoming worthy of his desire.

A predatory glint sparked in Marcus's eyes as he approached Lily, his presence radiating power and dominance. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're right," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You're mine now." Without another word, he roughly shoved his fingers into her wetness, stretching her, preparing her for the violation to come. Lily cried out, a mixture of pain and anticipation, her body arching towards him in a desperate plea. He didn't bother with foreplay, with tenderness, with anything that resembled human connection. He was there to claim her, to break her, to mark her as his own. With a brutal thrust, he plunged into her virgin depths, tearing through the delicate membrane, claiming her virginity with a violent disregard for her pain. Lily screamed, a piercing cry that echoed through the suite, a sound that was both a protest and a surrender. "Yes!" she shrieked, her voice laced with a perverse pleasure. "Fuck me, harder! I'm yours!"

Rose, watching from the sidelines, felt a pang of guilt, a flicker of remorse for what they had done, for what they had become. But the guilt was quickly overshadowed by a surge of envy, a burning desire to experience the same brutal pleasure, to feel Marcus's power coursing through her veins. She also felt a surge of lust as she watched Lily being taken, her body writhing and contorting in a way she had never seen before. The allure of Marcus's power, the intoxicating thrill of transgression, quickly drowned out any lingering doubts. They were his now, body and soul, and there was no turning back. "Oh, God, Rose," Lily moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "He's fucking me so hard, Rose! I love being owned like this! This is what I was meant for!" The words were a cruel twist of the knife, a final act of betrayal that sealed their fate, shattering the illusion of their love and leaving them both utterly broken and completely at his mercy.

The rest of the night spiraled into a sickening haze of degradation and desperate submission. Rose, consumed by a frantic need to prove her worth and outdo Lily's devotion, brazenly offered him her virgin ass, spreading her cheeks wide, her eyes pleading for his brutal attention. He obliged without hesitation, his cock a blunt instrument tearing through her unyielding flesh, the searing pain a shocking counterpoint to the perverse pleasure that bloomed within her. She bit back screams, her body arching and contorting as he pounded into her, each thrust a violation, a further erosion of her former self, yet she welcomed it, craving the oblivion it offered, the complete annihilation of her will. Lily, not to be outdone, sucked his balls, her body slick with sweat and tears, her moans a desperate symphony of pleasure and pain.

Afterward, they both knelt before him, their bodies trembling with exhaustion, their faces streaked with mascara and shame. Driven by a strange sense of duty, a perverse desire to please their new master, they dutifully licked his semen from their ravaged holes, their tongues tracing the contours of their violated flesh. It was a final, humiliating act of devotion, a testament to their complete and utter surrender, their transformation into nothing more than his playthings. The taste of his seed, thick and salty, lingered on their tongues, a constant reminder of their transgression, their descent into the depths of depravity.

They woke the next morning to an empty suite, the opulent surroundings now feeling like a gilded cage. The scent of him lingered in the air like a phantom caress, a constant reminder of what they had done, of what they had become. He was gone, vanished without a trace, leaving their lives shattered into a million pieces. Their bodies ached with a dull, throbbing pain, a physical manifestation of the violation they had endured. But it was the emptiness within, the hollowness in their souls, that was truly devastating. Their holes and souls craved his touch, his dominance, his brutal possession, forever marked by the experience, forever bound to his memory. They knew, with a chilling certainty, that they could never truly be together again, not in the way they once were. Their love, their connection, had been irrevocably tainted, twisted into something dark and perverse. They could only exist together now as broken things, as fucktoys, their only connection the shared memory of his abuse, the knowledge that they could only find solace, only find a twisted sense of intimacy, under the watchful eye of a man, a master, who would degrade and control them, forever. The anniversary was over, and the future stretched before them, a bleak and desolate landscape of broken dreams and shattered identities, forever defined by the night they surrendered to their darkest desires.

Edited September 10 by MagnificentBastard

[FinalFantasyDreamer]

He sat across the breakfast table from his wife. They were both pretending to read the newspaper while secretly stealing glances at each other. 10 years they had been together and things had been getting stale. He loved his wife he knew that. Cheating on her is something he wouldn't do or even think of but the failure of last night weighed him down. He let out a sigh as he continued reading the paper.

His sigh caught her attention. Pulling her from her thoughts. 10 years together and he had never failed to help her orgasm during sex. Though lately it had definitely been getting boring. It's not like she blames him for last night it had been enjoyable but routine. Then something in the paper catches her eye. With a gasp she looks up at the same time as him. Their eyes connect. Could this be the solution?

Standing outside the couples house the stranger walks towards the front door. 10 years he had been in the business of helping couples mend their problems. On the phone they sounded just like all the others. This job should be a walk in the park or bedroom as one might say.

As the couple open the door he steps inside their house. The tension in the house could be cut with a knife. They stood silently in their entryway. Wearing only bathrobes as instructed. Leading the stranger up the stairs the couple enter their bedroom. He walks around them exploring the room. Walking over to the wife he pulls off her robe. Her petite tits jiggle slightly as the stranger runs his hands along her naked body. Squeezing her tits. Tweaking her nipples. Slipping a finger inside her rapidly dampening pussy. Stepping away he licks his finger. Approaching the husband he slides the robe off. Repeating the ritual with the husband he explores his body. Ending by gripping the man's cock in his hand. Squeezing it until a drop of precum beads on the tip. Gathering it on his finger he licks it off. Nodding to himself he knows what to do. Quickly stripping himself it isn't long before the three are naked, hard, and wet.

After pushing the husband on the bed he walks over to the wife. Her eyes go wide at the strangers cock. It's not like her husband has a small cock but this man's is massive. His cock rubs alongside her leg as he guides her towards her husband. Using his hand he opens her pussy. Hovering it in front of the husband's twitching cock. With a push she is impaled by her husbands cock. Going deep inside her desperate pussy. The man walks behind her. Spreading her ass cheeks he lines up his cock. Sliding himself inside her as she gasps. Loosing her anal virginity to this stranger while her husband is buried in her pussy causes her to moan. Setting the pace the stranger fucks her ass while her husband fucks her pussy. The sensation of the two cocks is too much. She finds herself cumming again and again on these two cocks. Collapsing on her husband's chest she lets out a sigh of relief.

Sliding out of her ass the man isn't finished. He rolls the couple over. The husband still inside his wife but now his ass is in the air. Spreading the husbands ass he slides in again. The husband moans even louder than his wife as he loses his anal virginity to the stranger. Again the stranger sets the pace. Fucking the wife through the husbands ass like a puppet. The husband grips his wife's tits and moans like a whore as he gets fucked while fucking his wife. Soon the husband's body stiffens and his ass clenches around the strangers cock. His cumm erupting out of his cock like a volcano. The couple collapse on the bed kissing and embracing each other passionately.

With a grunt the stranger exits the husband's ass. His own cock ready to explode. With a few strokes he is coating the couple in his seed as they cuddle. His cum coating their faces. Tasting the strangers cum as they kiss. They don't even notice him get up and leave. Satisfied with a job well done.

She puts her hand on her belly. He covers her hand with his. They lay their in postcoital glow. Unable to break the passionate kissing as their hands touch each other. Finally the silence is broken. Speaking in unison. "I love you."

[NyxAvatar69]

Nearly went over 2k words with this one.  I also had to rush to finish it, but what else is new?  I'm probably going to be in Trails purgatory for about a week minimum since Sky 1st Chapter is out, but if a thing like Kinktoberfest comes along again, I will likely do what I did last year and try coming up with some kind of consistent storyline.  Will I engage more in the smutty ideas?  I don't know.  As we know, my self confidence writing smut is borderline nonexistent still.  We'll have to wait and see.  If there is no Kinktoberfest, I can probably just recycle ideas from the old thread.

 

On a dark and foggy night, a lone figure in a brown trench coat and carrying a black suitcase made his way to a simple wooden house.  He pulled out a single piece of paper from his pocket to make sure he had gotten the right address.  With a nod, he reached out and knocked three times on the simple brown door.  It only took a few moments before the door slowly creaked open and a woman with long brown hair revealed herself.  When she saw the man standing outside, she let out a relieved sigh.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. Exorcist.  I know it's a bit late, but..." the woman said.

"It's no problem.  May I come in?" the exorcist replied.  The brown haired woman moved aside, allowing the man to enter her home.  The moment he walked past the door, he paused for a moment, sensing the thing he had been hired to eliminate.  'The demonic power is strong in here already.  It's more serious than she told me on the phone,' he thought to himself, setting down his suitcase while the woman closed the door behind her.

"Did you follow the instructions I gave you on the phone?" the exorcist questioned.

"Yes, sir.  Nobody has been inside the house besides me all day.  Is my sister's condition that serious?"

"From what you said, she had been visited by an incubus in her dreams.  Such a demon's power can spread easily to new hosts if you're not careful.  Show me to where you have her," the exorcist explained.  The woman nodded and led the man up to the second floor and down a short hallway.  The hall was lined with a number of family photos and landscape paintings.  As the pair moved closer, the feeling of the demon's power only grew, choking the air in it's evil influence.  Such an influence couldn't be felt by ordinary humans, however.  Soon, the pair reached a door near the end of the hall, and the brown haired woman opened it up.  Right away, the exorcist was blasted in the face by an invisible wave of the demon's influence.  It had no visible effects on the man, but the mere fact of how strong it was told him time was running short.

Laying in one of the beds in the room was a blonde haired girl.  Even from the door, the exorcist could see a faint pink glow in the girl's blue eyes, a sign of the demon's curse having taken it's hold on her.

"Vera?  Did you bring the exorcist?" the blonde haired girl asked, turning her head towards the pair at the door.  The brown haired girl, Vera, made her way towards her sister, reaching under the blanket and taking her hand.

"That's right, Emma.  He's going to help you," Vera replied.  The exorcist wordlessly made his way over, carefully looking over Emma as he walked.

"Charles, local exorcist.  From what your sister had told me, you've been receiving visits in your dreams from an incubus, correct?" the man said once he reached the sisters.

"Y-yes.  I didn't think it was actually a demon.  I started feeling weird after a few days," Emma replied.  Charles took note of what she said with a simple nod.

"Then we will need to work quickly and administer treatment before it's too late," Charles said.  Instead of Emma, it was her sister who spoke up next.

"By treatment, what do you mean?" Vera asked.

"Incubus are sex demons.  Normally, I could purge the curse, but it's gotten too far along.  The only method is to remove it a different way," Charles explained.  He didn't need to say exactly what needed to be done, but the older sister continued to ask questions.

"Is having sex with my sister the only way?  What would happen if you tried another way?" Vera asked.  Charles wasted no time giving her a response, telling her as factually as possible what would happen.

"As an exorcist, I'd have to kill her.  If this isn't dealt with now, your sister will become a demon.  Allowing her to continue living after that isn't an option."  For a moment, Vera was silent.  She clenched her hands into fists while she tried to construct another argument.  Before she could speak...

"I'll do it," Emma finally spoke, getting the attention of both the exorcist and her older sister.  The girl's face was red as she looked towards her feet, feeling the two gazes on her face.  "If this is the only way, then I'll do it.  I don't know if it's because of the curse making me feel this way, but I think I wouldn't mind if things went this way," she added.

"Emma..."

"But I want Vera to stay with me during the treatment.  I won't do it if she's not here," Emma went on.  There was a short moment of silence in the room once Emma said her piece.  Vera looked over to her sister and the girl nodded back to her.

"Very well.  We'll have to begin at once, though.  Time is running short," Charles finally said.

 

Before long, the two sisters found themselves laying on Emma's bed.  As per the exorcist's instruction, they had taken off everything they were wearing.  Charles soon approached the pair, having taken off everything he had been wearing aside from his black gloves.  As he approached, he could feel the demonic power coming off of Emma's body as if he was hit by a tidal wave.  He had been so distracted on the demonic power that he failed to notice Vera staring at his hard cock.  Once he was at the bed, he slowly spread open Emma's legs.  He wasted no time, slowly moving in and shoving his cock into her wet pussy.  Emma let out a loud cry as the exorcist thrust into her.  She took her older sister's hand as Charles claimed her pussy, her moans ringing out through the room.  While Vera was worried about her sister, she couldn't keep her eyes off the scene in front of her.  Emma opened her eyes and turned towards Vera, noticing the look in her eyes.  She reached out and put a hand on the exorcist's shoulder, making him stop.

"H-hey, Mr. Exorcist.  I have a little favor to ask," Emma said, taking a chance to catch her breath.  She looked over to Vera again and flashed a smile.  "I want you to help my sister, too,  She hasn't had a boyfriend in forever, and she'll probably stare all night long," she added.

"Wait, Emma, what about your treatment?" Vera tried to protest, but Charles was already pulling his cock out of Emma.  He didn't know for sure if the demonic curse was influencing her behavior, but he decided to indulge her request.  Emma sat up and moved over to Vera, putting her hands on her sister's shoulders.  Before Vera could protest, Emma pressed her lips against her sister's.  She quickly deepened the kiss as she pushed her sister down onto the bed.  Once Emma broke the kiss, Vera was given little time to react before Charles filled her pussy with his cock.  Vera let out a loud moan as the exorcist's cock entered her.  Her hands tightly gripped the sheets as he thrust into her while Emma lied on top of her, watching her sister's expression with amusement.

"You look like you're having fun," Emma whispered into her sister's ear.  She leaned in and stole another kiss from her sister's lips.

That night, Charles spent the time giving Emma her treatment to dispel the demonic curse while also satisfying Vera.  By the time he was sure he had purged the demonic curse, dawn had nearly broken.  He had lost track of how long he had spent having sex with the sisters.  As he had gotten dressed, he looked over to the pair, laying asleep on Emma's bed holding each other close.

'The younger sister will likely forget about all of this once she wakes up.  She'll probably be a bit confused, but the curse shouldn't have any lasting after effects.  As for the older one...' the exorcist's thoughts trailed off as he shook his head.  'It doesn't matter.  She probably won't think much of it.  Everything was in the heat of the moment.  Her sister was cursed by a sex demon, after all.  It wouldn't be unsurprising if it's influence was starting to effect her too.'  He couldn't help but laugh a bit when he thought about being affected by demonic influences.  He thought back to how quickly he played along and fucked Vera without any protest.

'Maybe her influence is starting to affect me.'  With that last thought in mind, he made his way out of the room, slowly closing the door behind him.  He made a mental note to get in contact with Vera at a later date for a status report on her sister's situation.\

 

With the job done, Charles made his way back to his place, a wooden cabin in the woods just outside of town.  He had chosen to live in such a place primarily for solitude, but in reality, there was a much more serious reason for such a location.  As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the sound of the TV coming from the living room.  Laying on her side on the large gray couch, watching a morning game show was a woman with long, pink hair clad in nothing but a white button up shirt.  She looked on as contestants were answering questions until she heard the door close.  The woman shot up and quickly ran over to Charles when he walked in, practically tossing herself at him and wrapping her arms around her neck.  When she looked up at him, however, her cheeks were puffed up as she glared at him.

"What took you so long?  You reek of human," the woman questioned.

"I ran into a bit of extra work when dealing with that incubus curse.  It's influence might've passed onto a third party indirectly," Charles explained.  The woman moved away from Charles, making her way back over to the couch.

"And this 'extra work' took you all night?" the woman asked.

"What?  You were lonely?  I thought you went to go hunt down the incubus himself?"

"I did!  It was too easy, though, so I got back after an hour."

"Is that right?" Charles asked, taking a seat on the couch.  The woman sat down next to him, puffing out her cheeks again as she prodded his side with her finger.

"That's all you have to say?  I worked hard hunting that demon down, you know," she said.

"And if I give you praise, you'll just let it go to your head.  We've done this song and dance before,"  The woman shrugged and moved to take a seat on the exorcist's lap.

"Then if you won't give me praise, I want a reward," the woman said, putting a hand on Charles' thigh.  She leaned back into him while she moved her hand up and down his thigh.  After he had been gone for so long, she refused to leave him alone until he had satisfied her completely.

Because in reality, the woman who lived with Charles the exorcist, was a demon herself.

[IsabellaRose]

Ghosts in the Flesh

I feel them before I hear them. Octavia’s laughter, sharp and familiar, coils around the back of my mind. Luna’s sigh follows, tender and aching, as if she still doesn’t quite believe she’s here. But they are both here, inside me, crowded into the same fragile flesh that was supposed to be mine alone.

It was only meant to be temporary, a stopgap, a mercy. Octavia’s ghost had already been with me for months, tucked like a burning coal into the neural buffer no one else dared use. And then Luna… my bright, impossible Luna. She should have had her own body, her own future. But the people hunting me found her, and made me pay by taking her from me. I never meant for her to get hurt, but she died in my arms. My only option was to steal her into the only safe harbor I had left... myself.

But the buffer couldn't hold two consciousnesses. It was never even meant to hold one, not for any length of time. The safety protocols failed almost as soon as I downloaded Luna. Their minds, their beings, poured into me like two bottles of wine trying to pour into a third. Now we are three minds sharing one body.

Every step is a negotiation. My legs move, but Luna leans us toward the window, wanting to see the starlight. My fingers twitch, but Octavia holds them steady, savoring the sensation of touch. It is maddening and intoxicating at once. I am no longer only myself. When I brush my hand across my cheek, I feel it three times over: my own skin, Octavia’s hunger, Luna’s wonder. One body, three minds. Every nerve an echo chamber.

“Aria…” Luna’s voice is inside my throat, trembling. “I can feel you.”

“And me,” Octavia cuts in, her tone velvet and sharp. “Don’t forget me.”

How could I? They are everywhere. Their memories unspool inside me... Octavia’s firelit kisses, Luna’s quiet laughter on sleepless nights. I never meant for them to collide, but now they bleed together. Their longings, their jealousies, their desire… all pulsing through the same veins. I shiver, and the shiver belongs to all of us. 

I don’t know whose lips part, whose breath catches, whose heart pounds faster. Mine? Theirs? Ours? The body sways with its own momentum, guided by three sets of hands, three voices whispering in one mouth. I close my eyes, surrendering, and let them rise through me like a tide.

“We are not alone anymore,” Luna whispers.

“No,” Octavia answers, softer than I have ever heard her. “We are together.” And for the first time, I believe them. 

At first, it’s just a hand. My hand. But when I lift it, I feel Octavia’s anticipation coil like static, and Luna’s nervous curiosity trembling alongside mine. Three intentions, one movement. The fingertips hover, then press lightly against the curve of my body. A simple gesture, but the echo is overwhelming. Octavia inhales sharply inside me, as if she’s the one touching, the one being touched. Luna gasps too, startled, then melts into wonder.

So soft, Luna whispers. I remember this, Octavia says. And I, caught between them, feel both the remembering and the discovery, layered over my own sensations.

When I move the hand again, tracing upward, the pressure shifts, guided by Octavia’s familiarity. She knows exactly where to linger, the angle, the rhythm. Luna moans with surprise, the sound trembling through my throat before I can stop it. How did you... Luna begins. Because I knew her first, Octavia replies, but not with jealousy, with intimacy... with pride. 

The sensation ripples between us like a wave, one touch sparking three responses. Pleasure becomes communal, impossible to separate. When I shiver, Octavia’s delight floods me, and Luna’s awe tumbles in after it, until I can’t tell whose pulse is racing, whose breath hitches, whose need is rising. The hand lingers lower, hesitant, then pressing more firmly. Luna gasps again. Octavia laughs softly, indulgently.

There. Yes, there.

Wait, I feel it too—oh…

I can’t tell if I am leading or being led. It feels as though my body is a stage and the two of them are dancing across it, teaching, guiding, reveling. Each stroke is shared, each sigh multiplies, each trembling pause is answered by three hearts. I close my eyes, and the voices overlap... desire, memory, wonder... all whispering through me, around me, within me.

Is this me? I ask silently. Or us?

Us, Luna breathes.

Always us, Octavia answers.

And then the thought ceases to matter. There is only the body, the hands, the chorus of three minds entwined in one rising tide. It builds without warning. One moment it’s just touch, shared and multiplied. The next, it’s everything... too much, too fast, too beautiful to hold back. The pressure surges inside us like a tide rising against glass. Octavia’s voice is sharp and urgent, pulling me higher, Luna’s is breathless, wide-eyed, swept along, and I... I am the vessel, trembling beneath the weight of us all.

Don’t stop, Octavia cries.

I can’t… it’s too much, Luna gasps.

It’s all of us, I whisper, though I don’t know if I say it aloud or only think it.

The wave crests. My whole body arches into it, every nerve singing, every thought dissolving. But I am not alone in the surrender. Octavia shouts with me, her passion burning through my blood. Luna clings tight, her wonder spilling over into joy. The crash is not one voice, not two, it is three voices tangled in a single cry. Light fills me. Darkness fills me. My pulse is thunder in my ears, and yet I hear them, hear us, layered and unbroken. The climax is not mine alone. It belongs to all of us, an impossible union of memory and flesh, of the living and the dead, of love that refuses to let go. When the wave finally breaks, I collapse inward, shaking, overwhelmed.

For a moment there is only silence, the hush of a sea pulling back from the shore. Then I feel them... Octavia’s satisfied hum, Luna’s soft laughter, my own tears slipping warm down my face.

We are one, Luna whispers, awed.

We are alive, Octavia says, fierce.

We are together, I think, and for once, neither of them argues.

The silence after is strange. It's not empty, never empty now, but suspended, like the stillness in the air after lightning has split the sky. My skin tingles with fading echoes, each nerve ending humming with the memory of what just passed. Inside me, Octavia hums low, a languid satisfaction. She has always been the first to collapse into warmth after passion, wrapping herself in the glow of what lingers. Luna, by contrast, trembles with amazement, her wonder spilling over into laughter. It bubbles up through my throat before I can tell if it belongs to her or me.

That was… she whispers, but never finishes. Words would only make it smaller.

Yes, Octavia answers, her voice gentler than I expect, no sharp edge, no teasing, just agreement, unguarded and real.

I lie back and close my eyes. Every breath I take belongs to three. When I shift against the sheets, they both feel it; when I run my hand absently over my stomach, it is Octavia who sighs and Luna who gasps. It is no longer possible to separate us. The act has bound us closer, threads braided tighter. Where once I felt like a host, carrying them inside me like passengers, now I feel like the vessel of something greater, one life woven from three.

I cry then, softly.

Not out of sorrow, out of fullness. Out of the unbearable beauty of holding them both, here, alive, when I should have lost them forever. The tears slip hot down my cheeks, and I hear them.

Don’t cry, Luna whispers. I'm here. I'm still here.

So am I, Octavia says, fierce and steady. You will never be alone again.

Their words fold around me like arms, even though they have none. And in that moment, I don’t mourn what I’ve lost. I rejoice in what we have made together... strange, impossible, but real. We are three souls in one body. Haunted, tangled, and whole.