Flaming Love [Lesbian!OC x Dimitrescu Triplets] COMPLETE

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warning(s): beginning NSFW/smut (hunter is trans and hasn't had bottom surgery)

"As you wish, my liege."

Hunter's lips were on my neck once she confirmed my decision, her hands roaming my body. 'Focus on her — on Hunter — no one else,' I told myself as her hand slipped under my shirt. 'She'll make everything better — she always does.' A soft gasp slipped out of me when she bit down on my neck, the feeling of her nails scratching my abdomen making my muscles flex.

My shirt was removed quickly by the witch, making it easier for her to remove my binder. Once that was off, she let her kisses trail south — her lips wrapping around my left nub to suck, nibble, and lick at the sensitive bud. I squirmed when she shifted her leg, allowing her thigh to brush against my core. 'She already knows how to keep me distracted,' My mind could barely focus when I felt her begin slowly moving her thigh, causing me to shudder. 'Fucking tease.'

"Princess," She muttered after releasing my nipple, glancing up to lock eyes with me. "How do you want me to take you?"

"...Passionately for once," I muttered and watched her trail her tongue down the valley between my breasts. "I... Think we both need it."

"Great choice," She muttered and placed a kiss on the scars from my birthday a few years ago. "Still shocked that spell kept you from bleeding out."

"Glad it did," I chuckled as she unbuckled my weapon belt. "I guess we should discard most of our stuff once we're sure we're safe."

"Are you sure that's a smart idea? I mean-."

"...Yes... We- I have to cut myself off from the gods for our own safety."

"As you wish, my liege."

Hunter unbuttoned my pants and quickly pulled them off of me, ghosting her fingers to the waistband of my boxer briefs. I ground my hips against her palm when she slid her hand over my core, earning a soft whimper from me. Her lips twitched into a faint smile before she removed her hand and removed her shirt, moving my hands to her covered breasts.

I sat up enough to place kisses up her abdomen, stopping just below her lace bra as my hands snaked around to unclasp the article of clothing. After tossing it to the side, I focused my assault on her breasts; licking, biting, sucking, and kneading the mounds of flesh to pull musical moans out of the witch. 'I'll always love how vocal she can be,' My lips trailed south again while Hunter chanted in Greek under her breath, guiding her hands along my horns.

"There they are," She breathed before placing gentle kisses near the tips. "I hate when you hide them."

"Humans would call me a demon," I muttered and tugged at her waistband. "Off."

"So demanding."

"I can order-."

I sucked in a breath when her hand wrapped around my throat and she pinned me to the bed. "Who's the little brat that wanted to be fucked? You wanted this, so you're not in charge-."

"Hunter," I whined as tears filled my eyes. "Please?"

Her eyes softened before she pecked my lips. "Fine, fine... You're no fun when you're this upset."

"How can you not be the same?"

"...Because you need to feel this way far more than I do, my liege. I can wait to mourn our friend — you cannot. He was like a brother to you, after all."