Duchess had spent the morning washing the furs in her den and laying them out to dry, not that it was asked or expected of her. She was quite the homemaker, though she wasn't staying for an extended amount of time. Hence why she was cleaning up so diligently.

She set up her temporary den all nice and pretty with the clean pelts as if it had been untouched or maybe even cleaner than when she arrived and then headed out to rest by the lake. She was going to leave in the later evening but she was savoring every minute she had inside the confines of the pack. She enjoyed her time with Ricin here, and honestly she may have come back again when she had an opportunity. She did not want to stay forever however.

Her paws dipped into the lake waters as she soaked in the falling sun under the summer skies. She supposed she should have a proper goodbye for her welcoming hosts, but she wasn't quite ready to leave yet.

"Duchess"

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Manea walked along the edge of the lake beside Alastor, her side against his and her tail brushing his thigh as they went. They shared whispered promises and teases of what was to come as they sat right at the cusp of her heat season, making plans for how they would enjoy it. She wasn't sure if she could ever top the weeks that led to conceiving Avacyn and Saracyn, but she was going to have a grand time attempting. As they walked around the lake toward the caves that stood on the other side, she spotted their little violet and black guest resting at the water's edge basking in the fading sunlight and her lecherous thoughts took a different turn. The week that Duchess had intended to spend with them had gone by so quickly and she knew the delicate woman was due to head out soon. It felt like if she was going to take advantage of having a pretty guest in their midst she ought to do it now.

Sharing a glance with Alastor, giving him a smirk and a lift of her brow, she altered their path a bit to head toward where Duchess was laying. "The light from the sunset suits you," she commented with a chuckle, admiring how the warm hues brought out the brighter violet tones in the woman's fur. She came to settle on one side of Duchess, laying beside her leisurely and leaving it up to Alastor to decide whether he laid on the other side or laid beside her so that she would be between the two of them. "I hope you've enjoyed your time here," she added, not so subtly letting her tail curl around Duchess' hip with a bit of possessiveness that she tended to bring to all of her intimate moments. "But I knew we'd be remiss if we didn't at least offer to send you off properly." She certainly hadn't wanted to interrupt Duchess' time with Ricin while she was here, but she hadn't missed the suggestive looks and comments they had shared at the border when she arrived so perhaps they could send her off in true Mendacium fashion.

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Alastor found himself in an exceptionally good mood this evening as he took a leisurely stroll around Alias Lake with Manea, enjoying the way her supple, lithe body rubbed his side and her silky soft tail brushed the back of his thigh while they walked, sneaking dangerously close to some other more sensitive parts of his anatomy. The closer they got to Manea's heat season, the more frisky and bold his wife had become in her advances with him. Not that he was complaining in the least; this was his favorite time of the year! Together the two lovers shared sultry whispers and heated promises of what they would get up to in the coming season. Manea had mentioned surprises in store for him, and after how she'd treated him last year that spawned their two gorgeous glowing children, he couldn't wait to see what she had in store this time around.

As they rounded the rocky shore of the lake, Alastor's obsidian gaze also spotted the vibrant purple form of their guest going about gathering her things in preparation to leave. For a moment, the dire brute just eyed her, watching her slender body move and hips sway with every step she took. There had been no concealing the sexual tension that had mounted between the two of them from their very first meeting, but thankfully, Manea had also seemed taken by the delectable little morsel of a wolf. Alastor exchanged the look with Manea, and then the alpha couple was stalking their way over to Duchess. When they arrived, Manea immediately set to flattering their guest while Alastor took a position on the opposite side of the woman, effectively sandwiching her between the two massive wolves while he looked at her with a predatory stare.

Manea wasted no time in bringing her tail around Duchess' hip, and Alastor's own long silky tail slid like a snake over to curl around Duchess' shapely rump, giving the diminutive violet fae little option in the way of escaping. Though Manea was the true alpha of Elysium and brought her own unique brand of dominance and possessiveness to her flirting, Alastor's was all primal male; a barely contained beast of sexual prowess who was ready to bite and claw and pin and grapple and dominate in his own way. "It's been a pleasure having you," Alastor chimed in, his voice a deep, rich rolling purr of baritone. There could be no mistaking the obvious double entendre in his words, especially not when he added, "And it will be a pleasure bidding you farewell in true Mendacium fashion." He hadn't missed the coquettish looks she'd given him when she'd arrived, nor the way she'd teased at hidden intentions with her words while she was here. Well, if a good time was what she was looking for, then Alastor was sure he and Manea could send Duchess stumbling her way out of Elysium on wobbly legs and a satisfied smile on her face.


"Alastor"

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Duchess smiled slightly as new company joined her. Her head had turned towards Manea as she first laid down close beside her and once Alastor surrounded her other side only her gaze moved in his direction that was only noticeable to Manea. She wasn't scared of the pair in the slightest or at least because of her current hidden state of mind, and of course she had some thoughts on her mind since she had met them at the border. She had originally showed her interest in Alastor, only because it had become a part of her nature to seek the attention of a man. But while Manea was here, wrapping her up and initially starting the suggestive actions, she was starting to see herself even more lost in the purple woman.

She didn't move though, her head finally flashing towards Alastor before returning back to Manea, "What is it you have in mind?" She was acting almost oblivious, but actually sarcastic. The two of them who were really near strangers had showed her care and some sort of admiration, if only to get her attention. That was fine with her. The look on her face was curious and eager to know just what they had in store for her. There was a first time for everything. Hopefully she wouldn't disappoint. I didn't seem like she had much of a choice at least.

"Duchess"

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Manea chuckled softly as she watched Duchess take in the two larger wolves that surrounded her. She appreciated the lack of hesitation or trepidation in the other woman's gaze even with two wolves gazing at her like she could be their dinner. She gave a sly grin as Duchess questioned what they had in mind and she lifted a large, feline-like paw up to her chin, tipping her muzzle up to nearly meet her own. "Well... Lets just say we'll give you a memorable experience," she purred with a soft chuckle. If their guest had been obviously uncomfortable or unreceptive to their advances she probably would have backed off and rethought their plans since Duchess had done them a service with the hunt she led and the fact that she was so close with one of her most treasured members. Luckily none of those things were obvious in the smaller woman's expression so she went on with her advances, the Genetrix holding Duchess' chin while she leaned forward to lightly nibble along her cheek and up to her ear.

"Come with us," she whispered against Duchess' ear, catching the delicate skin between her teeth and letting her fangs drag across it as she pulled away again. She got to her paws, her tail brushing across the violet and black marked woman's hip while her aqua gaze caught Alastor's with a grin before she started leading Duchess away toward the caves where the pack resided. She led Duchess and Alastor up past the main group of caves and to a smaller alcove that was set behind one of the cliffs that looked out over the island.

It was a secluded spot that she had set up with comfortable furs whenever her and Alastor wanted to get away from the others for a little while. She settled down onto the furs with a languid, graceful movement, stretching out on her side while keeping herself propped up on one elbow. She gave Duchess a little grin before she looked up at Alastor for a moment, motioning for him to come to her with her paw. She held his cheek with her paw and brought his muzzle to hers, kissing him hard for a moment. When she released him she turned her attention back to Duchess with a sultry glance, patting the fur beside her to invite the smaller woman in.

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If Duchess had been seeking Alastor's attention, then she had it in spades now. No sooner had the behemoth laid down on the opposite side of her to encase the small and lithe fae between their much larger bodies, her warmth against him and her scent awakening the animal locked inside the recesses of his brain. Duchess looked between the alpha pair, then asked in an almost coy tone what they had in mind. A rumbling chuckle echoed in the depths of Alastor's broad chest, the smile on his face gradually stretching into a lecherous grin that showed off rows of sharp pearly daggers in his maw. She seemed eager enough, and from the eager look on Manea's face, he assumed his wife was just about ready to pull this delectable little morsel into bed with them then and there. He'd only enjoyed the company of another woman with his mate once before, but it still remained one of his favorite times he'd fucked Manea. There was just something about a threesome that really did something for the degenerate brute.

Duchess was right in one part of her thinking: she didn't have a choice. When Manea and Alastor decided they wanted to take someone into their bed to share and play with, they always got what they wanted. Alastor watched with lustful ebony eyes while Manea gripped Duchess' jaw and trailed nibbles up to her ear, whispering for the woman to come with them. The dire brute rose to his mammoth height above the dainty fae, absolutely dwarfing her with his size, though didn't move to follow Manea until Duchess did first. He was corralling her of sorts, herding her in the direction Manea led the trio. It was abundantly clear that Duch could not get away now, not with the colossal wolf behind her making sure she followed their violet leader. The group made their way up to Manea and Alastor's hidden alcove, already done up for comfort and awaiting the wolves. Manea collapsed to the plush furs first, stretching out her long, limber body in a way that practically made Alastor drool over her. The sultry minx of a queen beckoned her husband over, and without any hesitation, the demon-furred wolf made his way to join her on the furs, his heavily muscled body falling with a powerful thud directly in front of her.

As soon as he'd relaxed on the fur, he felt Manea's velvety paw pads catch his cheek and brought his muzzle to hers, feeling the softness and warmth of her mouth lock with his. A rumbling murr of delight vibrated in the brute's throat while he kissed her hard back, pouring forth all his heated passion in the way his tongue slid into her maw and roamed Manea's mouth, savoring her taste. Once their lips parted, both Mendaciums turned their heads to look at Duchess, Manea inviting the petite woman over with a pat to the furs while Alastor's obsidian eyes smoldered with primal desire. There was no question what he wanted. His gaze told her everything she needed to know: join us or I will run you down. If Duchess wanted to try to flee... well, he didn't mind a bit of a chase and roughing her up some.


"Alastor"

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Duchess' reaction to Manea's touch were just the same as when they surrounded her, she didn't move and really didn't care much for her own life in their paws. She felt like she could trust them, but there was once a time where she would have been terrified of just one of their strong and superior appearances let alone two of them. At some point she had chalked it up to just not judging a book by it's cover. That wasn't the way she felt these days. She had turned down a much darker, somber road.

She didn't question as Manea directed her past the main den sites and off into a more open and separate area of the mountain range. It was a place meant for privacy, but also someplace to be comfortable. She stayed just in line as she should, neither one of the Elysium alphas had to worry about her booking tail out of the pack lands. She was not scared of them and she wanted to be here.

Duchess stood for a moment as Manea made herself comfortable on the furs along the stone surface of the cave floors, and soon afterwards Alastor joined beside her. Manea's initial appearance before Alastor was alongside her was enough to push Duchess into that original hint of what they wanted to send her off with, but watching as Alastor and Manea moved through a sensual kiss couldn't have been any more obvious. They didn't have to ask her.

When Manea patted the furs beside her, Duchess stepped forward with a sultry grin on her maw. Her original desires when she stepped foot in Elysium had been towards Alastor because he was a man, if only silent and never brought to light. She had never been with a woman in any form like this, but as she looked and watched Manea with Alastor there was no doubt the interest was there. The tiny dame placed her paw along Manea's foreleg as she laid down beside her. Her gaze moved from their bodies to Alastor's dark eyes as if she could tempt him anymore. But she didn't pursue him, instead looking finally at Manea before her lips moved forward to press into hers, showing lengths of her experience though the feelings that surrounded her were new and enticing not only because of a new partner or partners in this case but because this was the first time she had ever thought of kissing a woman. She didn't hold back any, there was no awkwardness between them. Just a fresh and exciting desire driven from all of her other experiences prior to this moment.

"Duchess"

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There was nothing quite like the high she felt when she had Alastor lusting after her like this and having their new plaything for the evening here was just icing on the cake. Any time she could put on a bit of a show for her husband while getting to fulfill her own desires for beautiful women like Duchess it made her incredibly happy. The look in Alastor's obsidian gaze dared Duchess to try and get away from them now, but luckily that wasn't a concern since the little temptress was very much a willing participant and easily came to her side when Manea beckoned her forward. She returned Duchess' grin and watched the lithe little fae settle in with them, feeling her delicate paw rest on her foreleg. She was everything that Manea liked in a woman—small and delicate, sultry and sexual. The way that Duchess' attention had mostly been on Alastor since she arrived hadn't slipped past her, but Manea didn't mind. He was a striking and alluring demon and she could most certainly understand why she would be attracted to him, especially if perhaps she wasn't well versed in sleeping with other women.

However, Duchess surprised her as her two-toned gaze turned back toward her for a moment before their temporary lover claimed her lips in an insistent kiss. Manea gave a soft, pleased rumble of a growl in response and pressed deeper into the kiss as well, her paw slipping up around the back of Duchess' head to keep her from pulling away as she savored the feeling of her soft lips on hers. Her eyes flickered closed for a moment while she enjoyed the taste of Duchess' mouth and made out with her for a long, savoring moment, making no small show of it for Alastor's benefit as she made sure her paw that was holding the back of her lover's head wouldn't obstruct her husband's view. She only pulled away from the smaller woman's lips once her lungs began to ache for air and her eyes flickered open as she reluctantly broke away from the kiss with a sly grin. With her large, feline paw holding the back of her head, Manea pulled her head back to expose the woman's throat and started kissing and nibbling down the curve of her jaw and neck, a delighted hum sounding in her chest.

As she reached the base of Duchess' throat she reached a foreleg around Duchess' slim frame and pulled her closer, easily moving and maneuvering her how she wished. She positioned Duchess between her and Alastor with Duchess' back against her chest and stomach, her forelegs slipping around the smaller woman's waist and holding her snuggly against her while her soft paws traced and wandered across the soft skin and thin fur of Duchess' belly. Manea let Alastor get his taste of Duchess' skillful kisses while she continued to leave teasing kisses and nips along the side of Duchess' neck and along her shoulder as well. Meanwhile, her paws started to wander and explore more sensitive and delicate parts of her new lover, slipping between her hind legs so she could get her first taste of their guest's reactions and sounds.

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The diminutive purple fae had followed them easily and without protest, much to Alastor's delight. It meant she knew what they were planning and she was keen for it as well. Good; a willing lady was much more fun than a resistant one—although those ladies had their own perks and entertainment to them as well. All it took was Duchess playing voyeur to him making out with his wife for a few moments and a sultry look from Manea to get her to come over and settle down on the furs with them with a grin on her lips. Alastor grinned back, black eyes smoldering with a dark lust as he held her rich heterochromatic eyes. As much as he wanted to devour this little morsel right away, Alastor played things slow, watching with intense interest as the tiny dame ran a paw over Manea's long forelegs while she tested the waters, patiently observing as she gave into her desires and soon pressed a full kiss to his mate's lips. The grin on Alastor's lips shifted into something far more base and carnal, watching with lecherous glee while Manea struck like a viper, one of her large, powerful leonine paws grasping Duchess by the back of her head so the other woman couldn't pull away while Manea dominated her mouth with her tongue. The sight was erotic and sensual, and Alastor was loving the show his wife was putting on for him with their newest toy. It was one of the things that made their relationship so heated and explosive—the fact that both Manea and Alastor got off of turning the other one on in any way they could.

Alastor didn't feel left out at all as he enjoyed Manea's performance with Duchess, listening to the sounds both women made as they made out and tasted one another, lustful rumbles of growls starting to grow in his chest as heat pooled between his thighs. His eyes never strayed, never moving away from either woman as the degenerate voyeur enjoyed himself. When Manea did finally break the kiss, it was only to forcefully pull Duchess' head back so she could continue to ravage the woman with licks and kisses and nibbles to her delicate throat. Then Manea was turning Duchess and clutching the tiny fae close to her body, their violet coats blending almost perfectly together while Duchess fit like a puzzle piece against Manea's belly. Alastor gave an aroused growl of appreciation to his mate's offering and wasted no time moving in on Duchess. He'd been dying to get a taste of her himself since the day she'd arrived at their border, practically fucking him with her eyes in front of his wife and the alphess of the pack.

With Manea holding Duchess still for him, Alastor slid his massive, muscled form up to sandwich the minuscule fae between the two alphas, one giant black paw coming up to grasp Duchess' muzzle as guide it to his while he pressed his mouth with firm insistence and hungry desire to hers. He held her like that, not because he thought she might pull away from him, but because he enjoyed asserting his dominance over her in much the same way Manea was doing, taking dominion over her body until their lusts had been slaked and both of them had been deeply satisfied by their guest. Alastor growled into their kiss, parting her lips with his own to slide his tongue into her maw and taste her like Manea had only moments before. He felt Manea's paw slide between them, trailing down Duchess' belly and grazing his own while she found her way between the other woman's legs, doubtlessly seeking out the fae's most intimate parts to get her squirming for the two dires. Pressing his own firming maleness into the soft fur of Duchess' belly just above where Manea's paw was playing with her, Alastor's hackles bristled with anxious delight; he couldn't wait to taste their toy's sounds of pleasure in their kiss.


"Alastor"

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There was absolutely no resistance from Duchess as Manea held behind her head and pulled her in. She was more than willing from the minute they displayed their intentions. She was able to bend to their desires as well as find her own sense of satisfaction in the experience she was being given. There wasn’t a thing in the start of this combination that Duchess didn’t like. But she had taught herself how to take those things too, so however the pair of alphas decided to handle her was completely in their own paws.

Duchess moved in deep and passionate as Manea took control of her. The only difference with Alastor was the length of her experience and comfortability with a man. She was used to the feel of the dires as well. Duchess was completely shaped by them as she was rotated between the two, just a slit in her gaze before she was taken by Alastor’s lips and then back at the lustful build between the three of them. At first her paws were up against Alastor’s chest but as Manea wandered further down her body one of her own paws carefully slid down her side to join Manea’s. Manea was fully in control while Duchess had never done anything like this before, but the sort of intimate contact with her wandering paws gave her a new sensual feeling. She was entirely receptive to what the pair offered her.

With her’s and Manea’s paws reaching between her thighs, she tensed lightly from the not foreign tickling sensation from another’s touch. Feeling Alastor both against her core and with a part of her paw caused her to take a sharp breath in from everything going on around her. She relaxed back into Manea as she settled into her touch and allowed her to move around her body again. With both longing and satisfied moans into Alastor’s mouth Duchess was far from a quiet lover which the pair may soon find out.

"Duchess"

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Manea watched with lustful intrigue while Alastor claimed Duchess’s mouth in a heated, dominate kiss and the grin never left her lips as she enjoyed the sight of her husband devouring this little wolf. She of course adored being with her husband and having all of his impeccable form all to herself, but there was something incredibly arousing and entertaining about bringing someone else into their bed and having their way with them.

She felt Duchess’ paw over her own as the soft pads of her feline paw masterfully worked over the most sensitive parts of their temporary lover, making her give a low chuckle while she nibbles along the edge of Duchess’ ear. She felt the smaller woman tense for a moment and that was when she noticed Alastor’s hips pressing closer to the little fae and she gave a low growl of desire from the glimpse she got of what had caught Duchess off guard. It only took a moment for Duchess to relax again though and for that she was glad. She certainly didn’t want to stop the fun before it began.

She never let up on the pleasure her paw brought to their guest, savoring every moment of ravaging this violet woman and winding up that build of pleasure for her until she could feel the tremble in her small frame as she reached her peak and satisfied Manea’s desire to bring her to that pleasure. Another lustful growl rumbled in her chest and she kissed along the side of Duchess’ neck as she pulled her paw away and held her around her waist for a moment.

Manea pulled Duchess away from Alastor then, breaking their kiss and giving her husband a grin as she easily moved the smaller woman as she rolled onto her back. She placed duchess back on her feet and positioned her so that she was standing with her head between Manea’s hind legs. Manea’s paw brushed Duchess’ cheek affectionately while a darkly lustful grin still showed a flash of her teeth before her paw settled on the back of Duchess’ head and encouraged her down to where she wanted her. She gave a glance to Alastor, smirking as she nodded for him to take what he wanted from her as well.

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The anticipation of hearing those first impassioned and lustful cries from Duchess had been a wonderfully agonizing game of patience, but soon enough Alastor was rewarded with the sounds he wished to hear. Duchess uttered keening moans into their kiss as he made out with her, his eyes halfway open through heavy lids to keep watching the little fae writhe in pleasure while his wife manhandled her and send her flying into an abyss of carnal pleasure. He caught a glimpse of Duchess' own paw sliding down her taut stomach, following Manea's foreleg until both women's paws had disappeared between her thighs, and Alastor gave a pleased hum when he realized what they were both doing. Duchess was quite the kinky and salacious little succubus it seemed! All the while Manea pleased her, the tiny violet fae made more and more of those delightful sounds, and Alastor was indeed learning that Duchess was not a quiet lover. Good. Alastor liked to witness the ecstasies of his partners, wanted to watch their faces contort as they writhed and roiled through their orgasms with him. Manea's was by far his favorite, but he still had an appreciation for the beauty of a woman so thoroughly out of control—a way he planned on seeing Duchess in soon enough.

Their rhythms continued for a few moments longer, with Alastor exploring Duchess' maw with his tongue while he enjoyed watching Manea drive her wild, exchanging dark lecherous looks with his wife with their plaything between them. He loved watching Manea in action with the lovers they shared, especially when they were other faes. She had such a sultry and dominant way about her as she had her way with their female lovers, it was ludicrously arousing and entertaining to bear witness to. Alastor made a mental note to discuss bringing more temporary lovers into their bed to have their way with them more often, since they both enjoyed it so much and got off on watching the other in their element. All of a sudden though, the dark dire brute felt Duchess' mouth forcibly leave his, leaving him breathing hard and leering in confusion as to why their kissing had been stopped. He received his answer when he saw Manea give him a grin as she manipulated Duchess' body about, settling onto her back with the petite purple woman positioned between her hind legs. Alastor immediately understood, shooting his wife a lecherous grin back with dark fire smoldering in his eyes while he enjoyed the show of Manea pushing Duchess' head down between her thighs in silent command. Gods, he loved seeing Manea in total control and taking what she wanted from their partners!

Alastor gave a deep, husky chuckle when Manea met his ravenous gaze once more with her own lustful aqua eyes and nodded back to her. Oh, he would take what he wanted from her—but first he wanted to enjoy the show. Alastor gave a rumbling growl of lewd appreciation while he watched Manea direct Duchess and Duchess give Manea exactly what she wanted, wanting to see his wife in the throes of pleasure with another woman she was controlling before he jumped back in. After he had gotten his fill of sapphic entertainment from the ladies, the demon wolf came up behind Duchess and made his move, going to push her tail out of his way and hold it pinned to one shapely hip with a massive forepaw. From there, Alastor went to hook his other paw around one of Duchess' hipbones, holding her steady as he mounted her and pulled her rump back into his pelvis. A deep groan escaped him when the soft fur of her rump brushed his arousal, shifting to align himself with her and holding tight to the tiny woman while he sank deep within her. Primal growls of carnal pleasure slipped from the man, his paws flexing to dig sharp siam claws into Duchess' skin to secure his hold on her and keep her from squirming too much while he and Manea had their way with her.

Once he was within her snug body, Alastor began to take her in earnest, using her body for his own pleasure with rough, hard thrusts of his hips that would have sent the little thing swinging back and forth were he not holding her so securely. The lusty grin on his face widened, black eyes glazing over with pure pleasure as he gazed down at the sight of Manea continuing to use Duchess for her own pleasure. He locked gazed with his wife, drinking in the erotic sight of her with another woman, and then brought one of his massive paws sliding down Duchess' back until it was pressed to the back of her head, almost holding paws with Manea over the fae's skull. With a bit of a wicked grin, Alastor pressed Duchess' head down firmer between Manea's legs, both dire wolves now working Duchess over as they pleased while Alastor also worked to make sure she was pleasing his wife as much as she deserved to be pleased. The brute rolled his hips into Duch's, his eyes never leaving the two faes as he enjoyed his own personal show while using the tiny woman like his own personal toy.


"Alastor"

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Duchess was like a ragdoll in their paws, a very willing, flowing ragdoll. A part of it was because she knew she couldn't really fight the two of them but no. She wanted this experience as much as they did and she'd work in tune with every way they wanted to put her. This was completely new to her so in a way they were teaching her but she was completely receptive to every move and every touch she felt from both Manea and Alastor.

Feeling the bulk of Alastor against her while she slipped her tongue around with his along with the newfound pleasures Manea gave her with her wandering paws, it was easily but not too quickly enough for her to reach her peak. It was unmistakable as her whole body contracted and fell back into Manea again and again with her inclining voice rising in pleasurable groans and higher cries until she reached just that moment. She nearly melted between the two dires while her mouth slowed into Alastors even as much as he may have ravished her. Soon Manea was pulling her away from him to direct her somewhere else.

As Manea pulled her body over hers, Duchess looked back up across her form with a gentle grin that was glazed over in the high of her own pleasures from the woman. If anything more like a thankful glance until Manea was pointing her just in the right direction for her own pleasures. Duchess was not familiar with what she was being asked of, at least for Manea. But she had been well practiced in the same way of men and given the fact that Manea had opened up a different part of herself in this aspect there was no hesitation as the woman pressed her head down lower on her. Duchess started slow and gentle as she explored what Manea offered and worked better as she discovered what Manea liked more.

Her eyes only flashed up almost temptingly as she saw Alastor stand to move behind her, but she kept her focus mostly on Manea even with expecting what was to come next. Instinctively the base of her tail tightened as he held it aside but she wouldn't fight him much. As much as she may have been prepped from the previous moments, Alastor was met with a resistance that had always been reminiscent of her past but she soon fell back into him as much as she could between his paws while her body relaxed into the dire that pushed into her. Just as she had been before, she'd let him know how much she enjoyed it by the groan as he took her. Her dainty paws curled into Manea's soft underside but she didn't stop what she was doing for her. The feel of Alastor digging his claws into her wasn't exactly enjoyable but not something she couldn't handle. She could easily fall into the pleasures of her own as well as those around her to overlook what she may not have liked. It was incredibly hard to contain herself with the way Alastor handled her, but she did her absolute best as she still worked on keeping all of her attention on Manea. It was only when her purple lover reached just exactly what she needed that Duchess would let go and fully give Alastor any bit of satisfaction of what he was doing to her through her voice, just as she had for Manea.

"Duchess"

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