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“How much do you trust Kirsten?” I asked Micca when she stepped out of the shower. I had a million questions, but I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I resolved to only ask questions I was pretty sure she could answer.

“Kirsten and Aaron are super-close friends, and Kirsten is mated to Nathan. I trust Aaron and Nathan to guide me to the best of their knowledge and analysis one thousand percent, and they trust Kirsten, so that means we trust Kirsten.”

“I’ve met her before,” Davy said. “On the Girls’ Night Out things. She’s always been nice to me, and everyone seems to like her. She organizes them sometimes. She’s friends with a lot of the ol’ladies, too.”

“Silver seemed to know her, too,” I said, and came to a decision. “So, I guess that means we have sex instead of talking.”

“We can talk if you want,” Micca said, “but if Kirsten feels sex in a realm saturated with magic will make our threesome stronger, I think we should have sex while we have the chance.”

“I have magic?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “A tiny bit of Fae blood. I could smell it pretty strong in your dressing room, right after you came off stage, so it’s like the adoration of your fans ignites the DNA, or something. I have no idea how that works, but you’re more Fae when you're Lord Byron. I smelled it on and off at the zoo and Stone Mountain. Whatever it is, I’m pretty sure it’s in thereeven when it isn’t activated, so I think it’s fine for Will to fuck us. You don’t need to be LB.”

Davy finished drying her, stood and hung the towel on an empty hook, and then went to his inactive position, with his legs spread a little, holding his elbows behind his back, his eyes on the floor in front of him. It’s the position he’s supposed to take when he doesn’t know what to do.

Micca had given me the option of planning the scene, so I told her, “Ya’ll head to the bed, and I’ll look through the armoire and see if I can come up with something. Other than getting your pussy worshiped by our boy, anything in particular you’d like to happen?”

She shrugged. “You should come in both of us, I think, and if we can manage it, Davy should come in me. He’ll get plenty of me in him while he eats me out. You never absorb anything of him, and rarely me, so I guess it’s fine if that doesn’t happen, though it’ll probably be better if it does.”

“I’ll take your word for it and see if I can get fluids going every direction. Won’t kill me to have a taste of Davy’s jizz. Maybe he comes in you and then I go down on you?”

Her smile lit her face. “Oh, that sounds promising.”

“We’ll see if they happen to have a plug that’ll make sure he’s nice and tight when I take his ass. Ya’ll carry on while I explore the possibilities.”

There were a few things that looked like lube, and I was surprised when I could read the labels. Surely they didn’t speak English in a completely different realm? Or even use our alphabet? I didn’t recognize any of the ingredients, so I went to the door and pulled the bell.

“I am at your service, Sir,” A man in a fancy uniform said. “What is it you need?”

“We have something called olive oil, where I come from. My boy is allergic to a whole lot of things, so if you don’t know whatthat is, could we perhaps get a decent quantity of soft butter? Butter, made from milk that comes from an animal?” I cupped both hands to give him an idea of how much we’d need. It was more than we’d probably use, but it’s better to have too much than not enough.

He nodded. “Butter. Yes. We can provide that.”

It probably wouldn’t be from a cow or a goat, but I had to assume Davy would be fine with butter from any dairy animal. He’d eaten the food here without a problem.

It was a big castle so I expected it might take a while. I went back to the armoire to finish looking things over.

I pulled a paddle out, and a cane. They didn’t have the specific shape plug I wanted, but there was a nice, heavy glass plug that had a fat enough bulb it should stay in, and the stem wasn’t terribly fat, so it would do.

Not without lube, though, so I set it aside and looked through the rest.

There was a devious device, a cock ring with barbs on the inside, pointed metal, but I put it aside because I didn’t want to damage my boy. The idea appealed to me, but I’d have to find something with nubs instead of pointy pieces.

Someone knocked on the door, and they opened it when I was halfway to it, with a cereal-sized bowl holding a square of butter, probably the equivalent of about a stick and a half if we were back home. Which we weren’t, but I tried not to dwell on the fact we were in another fucking world.

“Thank you.”

He nodded. “Let us know if you need anything else.”

The butter was soft, thankfully. I lubed the glass plug and inserted it in my boy while he went to town on Micca’s pussy.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized today should probably just be about us fucking, based on what Kirsten and Micca had said, so I considered the logistics.

I didn’t want to have to shower in the middle of sex, so maybe we’d start with Davy in Micca’s ass and me in her pussy, we’d both come that way, and then we could send Davy to shower while I went down on Micca. When Davy returned, he could blow me while Micca pegs him. I’d make sure he got some of my precum, but I wouldn’t orgasm until later — when I fucked Micca’s ass while Davy fucked her pussy. I’d go down on Micca again, just a few minutes this time, and then, finally, I’d fuck Davy’s ass while he eats Micca some more.

Did that take care of everyone getting a little of everyone? If it didn’t, it wasn’t likely to happen.

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