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Lara took a deep breath. It was hard to say no to a man who was already doing such a good job of caressing you. “Well—I have sometimes thought you were just too much of a gentleman. I’d be intrigued to find out what your version of playing rough is like. Or Taras’s, as the case may be.”

Hawke stirred the pads of his fingers above Lara’s ears, the pressure soothing away the slightest discomfort of thought until Lara felt as supple and pliant as a case of yogurt. “And as kinky as this whole situation is… I think you might appreciate me having the lust of two men.”

“I’d be up for three,” Lara commented. “But I should be able to handle two…”

“Why strain yourself?” came Sara’s voice. “You handle one and I’ll handle one.”

Lara turned her head to look over at Sara. The woman was naked, or would be if the Witchblade wasn’t so possessive, its ‘armor’ covering her like a series of groping hands, swelling and pumping with the pressure they put on her nubile body.

Lara licked her lips. She knew this was what happened when Sara’s little friend got ornery. She wondered if Sara had managed to undress or if the bad boy had gone right through her clothes. She hoped it was the latter. It would mean she was out a very nice sarong, but she so liked the thought of Sara out of control…

“It’s a double date then,” Lara declared.

“I can handle the cooking,” Sara said. “And you two can give me something to watch while I work.”

“Take your time getting dinner ready,” Lara told her. “Hawke can eat me.”

“Good idea,” Hawke said.

Sara kissed him. “Don’t forget about me now. You should sample every dish on the table. You never know what your favorite might be…”

“I’m sure it’s impossible to have a favorite between you two,” Hawke replied diplomatically.

While they talked, Lara slipped out of her bikini bottoms. Hawke and Sara didn’t notice until she was at the staircase down into the hold. The pale skin where the waistband of her thong covered her as she tanned shone like a marker on the highway, guiding them down into the darkened room.

“Coming?” she chimed.

They followed her down into the yacht’s dining room to find Lara up on the table, laying on her back, her supple legs spread. Hawke sat down at the head of the table and hitched his chair forward, allowing him to bend over her bare pussy like it was any other meal. It beckoned him, pink and delicious, waiting for him to taste it.

Sara turned on the oven. “Get your fill of it now,” she told Hawke. “You won’t want any more once you’ve had mine.”

She went to get three TV dinners from the fridge—unwrapping the packages and putting them in the oven. She watched what Hawke and Lara were doing in the living room.

Lara lay with her ass on the edge of the table and her feet on the back of the chair Hawke was in. She bent her knees, giving him easy access between her thighs. Hawke parted the engorged lips of Lara’s labia with his thumbs, then reached between them to finger her sensitive inner lips.

He stroked and massaged her folds with the pads of his fingers before flattening his tongue, rolling it over the gathering dampness of Lara’s pussy. She sighed with delight, then cooed emphatically as he probed his tongue inside of her, pulling it back and forth to prevent her from getting used to the penetration. She could only feel him entering her, again and again.

“Oh, bloody hell, you don’t believe in a slow start, now do you?”

“No time,” Sara cooed, sharing in Lara’s obvious delight. “He does have the two of us to please.” She moved to Hawke’s side, taking his hand and moving it between her legs. The Witchblade pulled away from her pubis to allow him to touch her pink little sex. “Please me, Hawke,” she pleaded.

So Hawke did, licking Lara’s pussy while feeling, fondling between Sara’s legs. He stroked the hair of her pubis, found the rolling thickness of her labia, and pinched her there, making Sara cry out: “Not so hard, you…”

Without missing a beat—or a taste of Lara’s moistening cunt—Hawke pushed his middle finger inside of Sara. He moaned lovingly, her ripe body jiggling as she absorbed the pleasure from Hawke’s fingering.

“Oh lovely, lovely!” Lara sighed, feeling Hawke’s concentration move from Sara to her little clit. He sucked and licked at it, packing so much sensation into the tiny bud that Lara felt as if it would burst into flame. “Hawke! Hawke! Oh lord, you’d better like the taste of that… better not stop anytime soon… blimey, don’t you dare stop—bloody bastard—not after you’ve made me feel—ghh!”

She broke off as her core began to throb orgasmically, perspiration beading on her supple body as the familiar contortions of ecstasy moved inside her body, along her folds, following the saliva-slick path that Hawke’s tongue had traced over her luscious cunt.

“Strewth!” Lara breathed, squeezing Hawke’s head between her legs. She squeezed him as her spasms reached their greatest intensity, not sure if she was trying to hold him there or prevent him from pleasuring her further. Either way, Hawke forced his tongue down to her thatch and kept licking her quivering slit until she cried out, “Hhhh! Enough!”

Hawke hadn’t neglected Sara while he brought her friend and lover off repeatedly. But now that Lara had reached her limit, Sara saw her chance to demand more. She thrust her cunt against Hawke’s hand and pressed her body to Hawke’s side, rubbing her bare breasts on his flesh. “You heard her, Hawke. She’s had enough. I haven’t.”

“And I haven’t had dinner,” Hawke pointed out.

Lara pried her toned thighs apart, releasing Hawke’s head. “Shag her, Hawke. You won’t like how she gets when she’s undersexed.”

“You’ll like me just fine. I’ll let you do whatever you want,” Sara said, bending over the table, the Witchblade withdrawing its tendrils from between her buttocks so she was totally bare, just her fulsome cheeks curving invitingly. Reaching behind herself, she pulled her ass open, showing off her pink anus—usually one of her few bits of modesty. “Here it is, Hawke—fuck it!”

Hawke stood with his stiffening prick in hand, shuffling up to the bent-over Sara, in awe of her naked body. The Witchblade was now just a gauntlet and a few bits of metal clinging to her breasts. “You splendid bitch,” he muttered.

“Fuck her, Hawke,” Lara cooed. “I want to see how she comes.”

Hawke pushed the length of his cock into Sara’s waiting sex. He reached up under her, groping the breasts the Witchblade covered, hearing Sara moan as the metal coverings were squeezed into the bare skin of her voluptuous breasts. He rolled his hips in the same sexual rhythm that had reduced Lara to a puddle of pliant flesh so many times.

Lara reached between Hawke’s legs and cupped his balls in her hand. “She is a good fuck, isn’t she, Hawke? I should know. I just wish I had something to fuck her with the way you do—or like that Witchblade she has.” She blew a kiss to the eye-like ruby on the back of Sara’s gauntlet. “I do have a penchant for the real thing, but if you run out of energy, Hawke, I won’t mourn. Sara knows an awful lot about cock.”

“And I’m teaching her more all the time!” Hawke groaned as he lurched against Sara’s beautiful buttocks, the luscious cleft that held so much pleasure for them both. “Oh yes, it doesn’t get much better than this!”

“No, it doesn’t.” Lara squeezed Hawke’s testes lightly in the palm of her hand. “But if it did—you’d be with yours truly, correct?”

“Lara, you are being green-eyed,” Hawke moaned huskily, a sheen of sweat covering his body as if a physical representation of the pain he felt as Lara pumped her fingers on his tender balls.

“It’s a lovely shade,” Lara retorted, squeezing tighter. “Who’s the best?”

“You’re tied, tied!” Hawke yelled.

Sara panted. “Lara, please, he’s about to make me come!”

Lara let go of his bag. “You’d best satisfy my girl, Hawke—redeem yourself for your abominable taste.”

Hawke returned to his thrusting, the rhythm faster and more powerful than ever, until Sara was crying out. “Yes, yes, he’s fucking me!”

Hawke moved even quicker, his thrusts crashing against Sara’s upturned ass, the table shaking as the violence of his pumps went straight through Sara’s bent body.

“Do it, you bastard! Give me more!” Sara demanded.

“What do you think I have?” Hawke asked indignantly. “A quarterstaff?”

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Sara squealed uncaringly, eyes rolling back in her head as she finally came, sinking flat against the table—a naked, shuddering, satiated brunette.

“So tiiight!” Hawke moaned. “Can’t hold back!”

“Don’t try, love, don’t try,” Lara said, kissing Hawke’s sweating brow. “Let that cunt get you off.”

Moaning, Sara tensed her inner muscles, clamping down firmly on the pillar of flesh Hawke had buried inside her. There was a squishing sound as her juices rolled out around his cock and it triggered his orgasm, making him thunder his cum into her hungrily anticipating pussy.

After, he pulled himself from Sara’s pussy. “How was it?” he asked.

“I enjoyed it as much as you did,” Sara moaned. “And you damn sure let me know how much you enjoyed it.”

“My dessert,” Hawke said. “Now how about dinner?”

With the dress code thoroughly out the window, the three sat down to eat. The only thing any of them wore was the gauntlet on Sara’s right hand.

Sara was the first to speak. “So, really—if we both promise not to get upset—who was the best?”

“Who’s promising not to get upset?” Lara chimed. “But tell us anyway, you big coward.”

Hawke smiled until a forkful of beef tips reached his lips. He opened his mouth and bit it off, then chewed deliberately for a while.

“Alright, Lara promises not to be upset,” Sara said, eying the Englishwoman. “If she knows what’s good for her. Now tell us.”

Hawke swallowed. “Truthfully, the best is always the woman I haven’t bedded yet. All the things I haven’t experienced yet: the face she makes when she comes, the feel of being inside her, how she sounds when I’m thrusting into her. However sweet she may be, the woman I’m with can never compare to that mystery.”

“And who haven’t you bedded yet the most?” Lara asked sweetly.

Sara pointed her fork at Hawke. “I bet I know.”

“It is rather obvious, isn’t it?” Lara agreed. “Aspen.”

Hawke pushed his empty plate away. “Don’t you think you may be projecting a little? I’ve seen the way you two look at her…”

“Why, you steely bastard!” Lara said as she finished the potatoes on her plate.

“Such a little chicken,” Sara said. “Lara, you should kick him off of your boat.”

“It’s his boat.”

“So buy it from him, then kick him off.”

“I would—but while he may be a chicken, he’s certainly not little.”

Hawke laughed and it became a chuckle underscoring his words. “You’ll be pleased to know I think any one pussy—even the best—can’t compare to the two of you.”

“Now it’s a numbers game,” Sara sniped.

“It certainly is,” Lara said, getting up from the table and moving to Hawke’s side. “All the times we can make each other come versus how many times he can do it for us.” She reached under the table and pulled Hawke’s prick. “Of course, when you have a high-class upbringing like mine, you don’t mind sharing. Even a cock like this.”

“Like you could take anymore,” Sara teased.

“I could take some right now.”

“So could I!”

“So could a lot of people,” Hawke said, and they followed his gaze to see Aspen at the entryway. She’d titillated them by going out naked but shifted into water. Now, shocked by the sight of the three naked people, so obviously intimate and sexually contented, she unthinkingly changed back into flesh, making her bare body totally naked and exposed to them.

Hawke gave Aspen an intent look which confused her, even frightened her a little. Then he stood up from the table to face her. His long, thick cock dangled between his muscular thighs. “Care to join us?” he grinned.

“Hawke, for God’s sake!” Aspen reddened and averted her gaze from the exhibition all three of them were putting on.

Then she realized her own nakedness—as if she’d unknowingly participated in kickstarting this orgy, adding to the atmosphere of lust that now was fully realized by the naked threesome before her—and she covered herself with her hands, one arm across her breasts and the other hand covering her cunt. She dared not turn around to leave; they’d be able to see her bare ass as easily as she could see their exposed flesh.

“I can’t believe you three are doing this!”

“Doing what, love?” Lara asked, taking another bite of her dinner. “Enjoying our bodies. Feeling a little bit of the pleasure we’re entitled to after risking our lives and saving the world? You deserve it as much as anyone, Aspen. And believe me, Hawke will make sure you’re satisfied.”

“Hawke’s the least of it,” Sara promised. “I think we can all promise you leave satisfied.”

“If you ever leave,” Hawke said, absently taking his huge cock in hand and pumping it into readiness. “You can’t expect us to believe you haven’t thought about it? We all know how attractive you are and we’ve all felt how you’ve eyed us. You must want it too. Come on, Aspen, let’s have some fun. I’ll go all night if I have to, until you’ve had all you can ask for. We all will. You can’t turn down an offer like that.”

“Oh yes I can!” Aspen glared at him. “I thought these two women were strong and confident and independent—I can’t believe they’d choose to act like your harem, but I certainly won’t!”

“His harem?” Lara lilted with amusement. “I thought he was in mine.”

“Clearly, you two are working together to seduce me,” Sara said. “Aspen I guess is playing hard to get…”

Hawke strode up to Aspen. “They’re not my sex slaves, Aspen. They don’t have sex with me for any reason that’s immoral or indecent—simply because it’s fun. The same reason I do it with them. I’m sorry that the surface world has convinced you that sex is automatically degrading or dehumanizing, but we see it as the fullest expression of our beauty and friendship with each other.”

“Well said,” Lara agreed.

“I just like having orgasms,” Sara said.