Three is a crowd // WMMAP one-shot

It's a threesome... no surprise there

We're skipping straight to them having fun, okay? Because doing the intro for this will be too long to write. Believe me. The first draft was 2000 words long and that was still the intro.

  Besides having to observe the main cast as they watch Athanasia's story on the big screen, it was also Myra's job to provide the best hospitality for them to make them as comfortable as ever. So she would accept any favours they would ask her as long as she was capable of doing so.

  However, being requested to do something like having sex with a duke and a former emperor? The only reason why she would even do something like this was if she had feelings for either of them.

  "H-Haaa," Myra breathed out shakily, so unused to the feeling of having a former emperor spread her legs apart while a duke was fondling her breasts. With her wearing a loose white robe that left little to the imagination whereas the men were still wearing their shirts and pants, she couldn't help but feel so vulnerable in this situation.

  And she had a soft spot for both men. And Roger and Anastacius also had some sort of attraction towards her for quite some time as well.

  And the three were consenting to do this. It was alright for them to do this as long as they were not disturbing the others, right?

  "Is this the first time you're doing something like this, Myra?" Anastacius asked while he gently rubbed the scantily clad young lady's inner thighs. So fair and free from imperfections. He looked up to see the flustered expression on Myra's face and smirked seductively.

  He couldn't wait to cover her with hickeys and bite marks.

  "It's... n-not my first time," Myra admitted with a bit of hesitation.

  "Well, that's a bit of a shame."

  "Ahh!" Myra tensed up as she arched her back once she felt Anastacius' warm tongue licking her wet slit. "A-Ana... Your tongue," she stuttered before her inner thighs were being squeezed by the man who was kneeling down on the floor.

  "I would have loved to be the first one to take your innocence away," Anastacius mumbled before flicking her clit with his tongue while his long fingers gently stretched her slit out slightly. "But seeing how much you're squirming right now because of me almost makes me want to go easy on you."

  "You're so cute when you're being pleasured by us both, my dear."

  She heard Roger mumbling under his breath. Speaking of the silver-haired duke whose chest she was leaning on, Myra felt so embarrassed that someone as respectful as Roger was pressing light kisses on her ear while his hands were preoccupied with her chest. More whines and sighs escaped from her mouth by the sensation of Anastacius eating her pussy out while Roger tugged on her light pink buds.

  "O-Oh, Roger... my nipples - Ah!" Myra shivered while she covered her mouth with her hand. Her other hand instinctively grabbed a fistful of Anastacius' black hair who delved his tongue into her wet pussy. "Ana, Ah! Hah!"

  In all honesty, Roger felt guilty for using Myra like this for his and Anastacius' own pleasure and desires. Even though she consented to this, it seemed as if she was being a hit hesitant about it.

  "Roger...," Myra whimpered catching the duke's attention immediately. Sitting in-between her thighs, the former emperor moaned and explored her cunt with his tongue, the vibrations sending jolts throughout her hypersensitive body.

  "Hm?" Roger looked down and he blushed faintly when he saw the expression on Myra's face. With her mouth slightly open as drool dripped down her chin while tears were welling up in her amber eyes. "Am I squeezing your breasts too hard?"