ymir laughed wryly "really baby?" she held up her tied wrists, arching her brow in apparent disbelief at her partners. you had the decency to look ashamed, unlike historia, who stared her down with an indigent flush. she had an inkling this was all historia's idea, to begin with, due to her rebellious streak (and her not-so-secret pleasure in being punished).
"we're gonna put on a show for you!" historia exclaimed, gesturing to the outfit she wore, a powder blue number, lace and high-waisted panties. "you've been so stressed lately daddy, and we just wanna make you feel better" ymir shifted her eyes to you, who nodded softly, meeting her gaze for the first time that evening.
"it's true" you mumbled, slowly peeling off your satin robe. you weren't trying to be sexy about it, but god did it make ymir's breath choke up in her throat. historia grinned proudly as she took in ymir's shocked expression. she had never seen you in something so revealing before. the material was so sheer, it was practically see-through, accented by the pink flowers and butterflies on the wiring. you caught ymir's eye with a shy little smile. "if we do a good job, then you'll be happy. a-and that's...that's why i agreed"
you shifted a bit to toss the robe to the side, lifting up on your knees, unintentionally showing off your cut-out panties (done in the same sheer and pink detail) and ymir had to flex her fingers in order to keep calm. this was as much for her as it was for you, because you didn't open up like this often. you were happy with just ymir's fingers sliding down your panties and shied away from removing your clothes. so she would play along with historia. because the ropes weren't tied very tightly, she could easily pull her arms apart and fuck you both stupid.
"alright," ymir said, voice breezy, setting back and making herself comfortable. "put on a good show for me"
you smiled softly, leaning forwards to give historia a soft kiss. she pulled you in by the straps on your bra, and held you there and ymir could hear her whispering soft reassurances in your ear. you leaned your head back, whimpering as historia, sucked a mark into your skin, rubbing the skin of your hips possessively. she pushed on your shoulders gently, lowering you down onto the bed. from this angle, ymir couldn't see your faces, but she had a perfect view of your cunts through the panties. the fabric stretched across the span of your ass and she found herself fighting the urge again.
it was different than what she was used to, used to taking control, used to seeing your face and historia's too, up close while she wrecked them. different than grinning in your face and licking up your tears, different than watching the mascara run down historia's cheeks.
but this was good too. from this angle, she could watch your cunts rub against the other, soft and gentle at first. historia trailed a hand down the side of your body, at the angle that was most open to ymir, teasingly dancing over your skin, slipping it into your underwear. she could see historia's hand, could see the color of her nails and her long elegant fingers playing with your folds, rubbing your clit in soft, gentle circles. you were responsive, pushing your hips up to receive more, asking in your quiet little way, lips parting open to let out angel-soft whines and whimpers.
all the while, historia ground her pussy up against your thigh, occasionally crying out your name. ymir could almost see the exact moment when it wasn't enough, could watch the emotions filter about on her face, as she pulled her hand away (not without an objection from you) and straddled your hips. immediately she began, you soon to follow, cunts kissing and slick coating your inner thighs, catching on the light. the pace then went on something rough and desperate, so unlike historia. something like ymir.
from this angle, ymir could see your legs twitch, fingers intertwined with historia's as she drove her syrupy pussy into yours.
"h-historia! 'm close⎯" you cried out, hips bucking into her's frantically, moans choking up in your throat. historia answered in a whine of her own, pushing her face into your neck, and well, it looked like she was trying to claim you. "please. wan' it. wanna cum-"
"g⎯gotta hold out, 'kay princess? look at daddy" shyly you craned your neck outwards to stare up at ymir, who's pupils were so dilated, her eyes probably looked black. the possessive look in them sent sparks of pleasure running down your spine, making you arch your back, hips pushing up, to which historia met with her hips going downwards, clits rubbing up against the other. you could feel historia's nails digging into your shoulders.
your panties were soaked, obscene moans bouncing off the walls, and watching them push against each other like that made ymir go absolutely mad, desperate to touch.
"daddy! daddy⎯can⎯can i cum? please, please-" historia gasped, dragging her nails down the muscle of your arms in a fruitless attempt to ground herself. and even know, even though ymir was restricted, she still knew who was in charge. the thought made her preen.
ymir laughed, tossing her back on the soft throw pillows. "you wanna cum baby?" she paused, grinning when historia immediately gasped out a loud, yes, daddy! le⎯ lemme cum! still driving her cunt down into yours, wet smacks echoing back in your ears.
"oh that's too fucking bad," ymir said, tone condescending, and this time, both of her little whores wailed out in protest. "you promised me a show, so i want a show. now don't stop until i tell you too, and you better not cum or i'll make you those cunts of yours cum so many times you won't be able to think without being stimulated. am i understood?"
there were choruses, a cacophony of yes daddy! thrown back at her. and she debated how long she would let this continue, wondered how long she could hold herself back, how long she could be sated by just watching.
