Feral Daydreams 🎀

Three's Temptation (🍋)

Note: please keep in mind before starting the chapter that all of the characters are adults. Erzsébet and Ares are much older than Harper, however, and therefore frequently refer to her with terms of endearment like "little one."

It starts out innocent. Three glasses of wine, laughter filling the apartment, soft music playing in the background. Harper's curled up on the couch between them, her oversized candy-colored sweater slipping slightly off her shoulder, exposing soft skin that practically begs to be touched.

Ares, always the teasing one, notices first.

"You're always so fidgety, little one," he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement as he stretches an arm along the back of the couch. Harper's bare thigh is just close enough for his fingertips to graze, featherlight, teasing.

She squirms, her breath catching in her throat. "I-I'm not fidgety," she protests, but her voice is already smaller, weaker.

Erzsébet, curled up on Harper's other side, just smirks, her hand reaching up to tuck a strand of pastel pink hair behind Harper's ear. "You get like this when you've had a little too much sugar, don't you?" she hums.

Harper's cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink that matches her aesthetic perfectly.

The air shifts.

Ares notices it, his gaze darkening just slightly. He leans in, his lips brushing Harper's ear as he speaks, his voice slow and deliberate. "Tell me something, sweetheart. Do you like when we pay attention to you?"

Harper's breath shudders. She nods.

Erzsébet's fingers slide lower, tracing the inside of Harper's wrist before lacing their fingers together. "Then be a good girl and ask for it properly."

Harper hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I want more."

Ares grins, sharp and knowing. "More what, baby?"

Harper's thighs press together, her lashes fluttering as she stammers. "More of you. Both of you."

Ares and Erzsébet exchange a glance-silent agreement passing between them.

Oh, Harper has no idea what she's just started.

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The three of them barely make it to the bedroom before hands start grabbing, pulling, teasing. Ares presses Harper against the wall on the way, trapping her between his arms, tilting her chin up. "You started this," he murmurs, his lips brushing against hers, not quite kissing-just making her wait.

Erzsébet, already half out of her clothes, watches with a smirk, sliding behind Harper to kiss her neck, hands slipping under her oversized sweater, dragging it over her head.

By the time they reach the bed, everything is a blur of mouths, tongues, hands.

Harper lays back against the pillows, breathless, her pastel pink hair spread around her like a messy halo. Erzsébet, now completely naked, straddles her lower half, smirking down at the squirming girl.

"You're so cute like this, all needy," Erzsébet purrs, trailing kisses down Harper's stomach, inching lower.

Ares watches from behind her, his hands sliding down Erzsébet's back, gripping her waist. He leans down, pressing a heated kiss between her shoulder blades, his voice dark with amusement. "You can handle both of us, can't you, baby?"

Erzsébet shudders when Ares presses his cock against her, teasing before finally sinking in, stretching her open inch by inch.

Harper gasps as Erzsébet's mouth finally meets her cunt, the warm, wet heat making her thighs twitch.