❤A threesome with the edenians.❤

Needless to say, Fenrir resumed his walk toward the royal chambers. The unexpected detour with the crimson assassin had delayed him, yet he found himself grateful for it. It had begun with concern and confusion, yet somehow ended with honesty, vulnerability... and hope. Skarlet had taken her first true step toward becoming someone beyond Shao Kahn's creation, and he silently vowed not to squander the trust she had placed in him. She needed someone willing to see the woman beneath the blood-soaked reputation, not the weapon everyone expected her to remain. Still, as welcome as the moment had been, he knew he would have to tell Jade and Kitana about what had happened. Secrets had no place between them anymore.

Life had changed with such impossible speed that even now it sometimes felt unreal. Not long ago he had been nothing more than an earthrealm demon hunter, wandering from battlefield to battlefield while carrying the burden of an ancient bloodline few even knew still existed. He had lived with monsters, hunted nightmares, and expected little more from life than another contract and another fight. Now he ruled two realms as Emperor of Outworld and Edenia. He sat upon the throne once occupied by one of history's greatest tyrants. Beside him stood two queens; Kitana, rightful heir of Edenia and daughter of Shao Kahn by adoption, and Jade, the woman with whom his heart had found a connection he still struggled to understand.

The thought inevitably drifted towards her.

Not long ago, Jade had been known simply as Shao Kahn's personal bodyguard, an Edenian assassin whose unmatched skill earned her the privilege, and curse, of serving the emperor until death claimed her. To most citizens, she had simply been another shadow standing silently behind the throne. Feared. Respected. Barely understood.

How different everything had become.

Now, whenever her name echoed through Outworld's cities, it carried admiration rather than fear. Kitana had always possessed the love of her people by birthright, strengthened by years of kindness, wisdom, and quiet compassion. Jade, however, had earned that same affection one act at a time.

No crown had granted her that.

The people had.

Fenrir still remembered Sun Do. That single visit had accomplished more than countless royal decrees ever could. Instead of arriving surrounded by displays of military might, they had walked among the people. They had rebuilt damaged districts with the royal treasury. They had opened granaries instead of armouries. They had spoken to merchants, veterans, widows and children alike without the distance most monarchs insisted upon. It had not been a spectacle arranged for applause; it had been genuine.

And from there, it had only grown; Outworld had noticed it.

For centuries its rulers had inspired obedience through fear. Strength had always been synonymous with domination. Fenrir intended to prove something entirely different.

Strength could protect.

Strength could heal.

Strength could build.

That single day had planted a seed that slowly spread across both realms. Noble houses remained cautious, ambitious clans still measured every decision through the lens of power, and many old generals quietly questioned whether mercy could survive in Outworld. Yet even they could not deny the results.

Three and a half months had passed since the tournament.

Three and a half months since Shao Kahn fell.

Three and a half months since history changed.

Most now addressed him simply as Emperor... or Kahn. Some still did so reluctantly, particularly among the older noble families whose influence had flourished beneath Shao Kahn's brutal reign. To them, Fenrir remained an outsider. An Earthrealmer. A temporary inconvenience.

But none could deny what he had accomplished.

He had proven himself on the battlefield against warriors far older and more experienced than himself. He had navigated Outworld's poisonous politics without becoming consumed by them. He had earned the respect of military commanders, diplomats and common citizens alike. Even those who disliked him increasingly found themselves forced into an uncomfortable position. Respecting him, perhaps not out of affection. But certainly, out of necessity. He had become a player in Outworld's endless political game far faster than anyone believed possible.

Still, Fenrir never fooled himself into believing victory had already been achieved.

Compared to Edenians and Outworlders, he was still incredibly young. Their races measured lifetimes in centuries. Many councillors had witnessed Shao Kahn’s rise and fall before he had even been born. To them, he was little more than an impatient youth carrying impossible ideals.

They underestimated him.

He rather preferred it that way; his greatest goal had never been conquest. It was stability and from there, growth.

He wanted Outworld to become something history had almost forgotten, a realm where prosperity did not require endless conquest, where strength defended instead of oppressed, where children could inherit something greater than another generation of war.

But dreams alone never changed civilisations. Cultures, institutions and their people did. That required patience measured not in months, but years. Perhaps decades.

The coming dispute over the Shokan crown would be his greatest challenge yet. King Gorbak's death had left a dangerous void, and if he mishandled the succession, civil conflict among the Shokan could easily spread throughout the realm. Every victory he had achieved so far could unravel beneath a single poor decision.

Failure simply was not an option anymore.

Then, inevitably, his thoughts returned once more to Jade. Her rise had been every bit as extraordinary as his own. Despite privately insisting she was "just Jade," titles followed her wherever she went. Queen of Edenia. Queen of Outworld. Protector of the People.

She disliked every one of them, yet the people refused to stop using them.

Because to them, those titles belonged to her.

Throughout villages once abandoned by the old regime, stories spread from family to family. Mothers told children about the green-clad queen who knelt beside the sick instead of walking past them. Former slaves whispered her name with tears in their eyes. Entire communities spoke of Jade as though she were proof that kindness could survive even in Outworld.

If Fenrir had ignited that hope in Sun Do...Jade became the one who kept it alive.

She threw herself into the work with relentless determination. With intelligence gathered through Kitana's royal network and Barong's expanding intelligence organisation, every remaining slave operation became a target. Carkas personally led many of the raids under her direction, dismantling trafficking routes that had operated for generations.

No slaver received mercy. No child was ignored. No village was deemed too insignificant.

Because unlike most rulers...Jade remembered. She remembered the chains biting into her bruised wrists. She remembered the hunger, the fear, the faces disappearing into darkness to never return…Perhaps the only decent act Shao Kahn had unknowingly committed had been pulling her from those slave pits to become Kitana's personal protector. He had intended to forge another loyal weapon.

Instead...He unknowingly saved the woman who would one day help dismantle the very system that created her suffering.
She never forgot those still trapped where she once had been, nor the family stolen from her before she was old enough to understand loss.

She had searched them for years, yet she never found them. So, she dedicated herself to ensuring fewer children would ever endure that same pain. And yet...As much as Shao Kahn had freed her body...Fenrir had freed something else entirely.
Her heart.

That foolish Earthrealmer had walked into her life, challenged everything she believed about duty, and somehow convinced her there was more to existence than surviving from one order to the next. He never asked her to become someone else. He simply treated her as though she already mattered, as though she already deserved happiness. She fell in love before she even realised it.

Fenrir smiled to himself; perhaps he had done the same. There remained something between them neither of them could fully explain. It went beyond attraction, beyond affection, even beyond love itself. They had never spoken or seen each other before the tournament. They came from different realms, different worlds, different lives.
By every measure...They should have remained strangers.

Instead, whenever they stood together, everything simply felt... right. Conversation flowed effortlessly. Silence never became uncomfortable. Even the weight they both carried somehow became lighter.
She understood him.

He understood her.

Neither knew how; they simply did. They loved one another; that much required no explanation.

It became stranger still when Fenrir considered the rest of his life. He loved Kitana. He knew, without question, that his feelings for Mileena continued growing despite everything fate had thrown at them. Now Skarlet had confessed feelings of her own, feelings he could no longer pretend not to see. Yet none of those connections resembled what existed between himself and Jade.

There was something deeper…Something quieter. It was not more passionate nor more exciting. It simply... existed, as naturally as breathing.

He had loved before. Men, women, mortals, demons... Some relationships had burned brightly before fading away. Others had offered comfort, companionship, or desire.

None had ever reached the place Jade occupied inside him.

He searched for words; there were none to find. Yes, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Yes, she was graceful. Compassionate. Strong. Intelligent. But those were merely pieces.

The whole was Jade.

The way her laughter dissolved every burden resting upon his shoulders. The way she challenged him whenever he doubted himself. The way she could simply sit beside him in silence and somehow make the room feel warmer. Around her...He never had to be Emperor or the Nephilim.

He could simply be Fenrir.

And she seemed to feel the same. The realisation slowed his steps. Kronika's voice echoed through his memory as vividly as it had within the arena that day. "Jade's destiny is intertwined with the Chosen." Why? Why Jade? What made her so significant? Why did destiny itself seem determined to bind their lives together?

And perhaps an even more frightening question...What exactly was he becoming?

"...I wish Raiden were here." The words escaped him as little more than a whisper. "He'd probably have an answer...Or at least enough cryptic wisdom to point me in the right direction.” Fenrir let out a quiet laugh.

Despite everything, one certainty remained. This was larger than coincidence. Larger than fate. Larger even than the Elder Gods. Kronika manipulated time, but even she had spoken as though she were witnessing something already set into motion rather than creating it herself.

Destiny.

Whatever force truly governed existence had chosen this path long before he drew his first breath. Its consequences would ripple across every realm, across every age. And somehow...He and Jade stood at the centre of it. The thought lingered with him until the towering doors to the royal chambers came into view.

His pace slowed; a smile gradually found its way onto his face. For now, home waited just beyond those doors. And so did she.

The moment Fenrir stepped into the royal chambers, he was greeted by a sight that brought him to a complete stop. He had expected to find Jade and Kitana together, perhaps still speaking after the conversation they had wanted to have in private. He had expected many things.

This was not one of them.

"Welcome home, handsome."

Kitana's voice flowed through the room like silk. She lay sideways across the enormous bed, completely at ease and fully naked, one arm supporting her head while the other lazily traced circles across the embroidered sheets. She regarded him with the confidence of a queen and the playful satisfaction of someone who knew she had already won before the game had begun. The smile tugging at the corner of her lips promised mischief.

Fenrir blinked. "...Kitana?" Amusement slowly overtook his surprise as his eyes remained fixed on her. "Should I be concerned?" he asked with a crooked smile. "Or merely grateful?" His gaze drifted around the room. "And where exactly is Jade?"

Before Kitana could answer, everything disappeared into darkness. Two soft, warm hands gently covered his eyes from behind. He didn't startle. Instead, an involuntary grin spread across his face. The quiet giggle that followed gave her away immediately.

"Right here, handsome." Jade's voice brushed against his ear before she slowly withdrew her hands. As his vision returned, she gracefully circled him until she stood directly before him. There was effortless confidence in the way she carried herself. One hand rested upon her hip while the other lazily brushed a strand of her raven-black hair behind her ear, emerald eyes gleaming with playful satisfaction. Just like her friend, she was also bare for him to admire.

Fenrir's expression froze for a heartbeat. Then widened. "...Well."

Jade tilted her head. "Cat got your tongue, darling?" Kitana couldn't suppress the laugh that escaped her.

Fenrir slowly looked from one queen to the other. Then back again. "I..." He rubbed the back of his neck, genuinely at a loss for words. "I'm not sure what I was expecting when I opened that door."

"No?" Jade asked innocently as she closed the distance between them. Her fingertips lightly traced the front of his attire before slowly running across his chest with teasing slowness. "Hopefully you're enjoying the welcome your wives prepared for you." She smiled, her playful tone carrying the elegant confidence that seemed uniquely hers. "It isn't every day an Earthrealmer is greeted by two Edenian women eager to see him." She paused just long enough to grin. "One of whom happens to be a queen."

"Both of whom," Kitana corrected gently.

Jade glanced toward her friend before smiling sheepishly. "Right."

Kitana's expression softened. "You've earned that title every bit as much as I have."

Jade never quite grew comfortable hearing those words. Even now, despite the crown resting beside the bed and months having passed since the coronation, she still wore the title awkwardly, as though it belonged to someone else. She simply nodded her thanks.

Fenrir couldn't help smiling. Some things about Jade, he hoped, would never change. "I thought the two of you wanted to talk."

“We were talking!” Kitana said at once, pretending to be offended.

“We settled our differences,” Jade added, giving him a playful tap against the chest with one finger. “And we also discussed the matter involving you, mister.”

“And what exactly did I do this time?” Fenrir asked in the same teasing tone.

“Nothing you are not entitled to,” Kitana replied with a soft laugh.

“And that would be sleeping with both of you, I presume?” he said.

“For starters,” Jade answered with a grin. “But as I told you, there is nothing wrong with it. By right, we are both your wives, and we have already spoken about it.”

“Anything you are willing to share?” he asked, taking a few slow steps forward.

“Ladies’ talk stays private, Fen,” Jade said, Kitana giggled beside her. “But I suppose we can show you the conclusion we reached,” Jade added, her smile sharpening with mischief. Kitana stood then, moving toward Jade with graceful, unhurried steps. The two women met near the centre of the room, their bodies close, their expressions openly affectionate. “You should know that you are very lucky,” Jade said, glancing toward him with a sidelong smile.

Then the two women kissed.

At first it was playful, a deliberate demonstration meant to tease him, but it deepened quickly into something far more sincere. Their hands found each other’s waists, their fingers smoothing over skin and curves with ease and familiarity, their shared laughter melting into breathless smiles as the kiss lingered.

Fenrir stood still for a moment, simply watching them, half unable to believe what he was seeing and half too captivated to care. It felt like a dream he had never quite dared to imagine. When at last they separated, they turned to him with matching smirks, both of them pleased with the effect they had clearly produced. “Wow,” Fenrir said at length, the words coming with an easy confidence despite his obvious admiration. “I am lucky indeed.”

Both women laughed softly and moved toward him together. Jade wrapped her arms around him possessively yet lovingly, while Kitana remained near his side, one hand resting against his chest with a tenderness that contrasted beautifully with the heat in her gaze. Jade brushed a brief kiss against his lips before whispering against them, “Indeed, you are.”

Her dark emerald eyes were intoxicating. Fenrir could lose himself for hours in them, and she knew it just as well as he did. For a small, suspended moment, they simply looked at one another. Nothing else seemed to exist- the politics, the room, the war…the title. Only the quiet certainty passing between them in a glance. It was a connection deeper than speech, one that settled into him with a clarity that left no room for doubt. She was the one.

At last, the moment broke, and Jade spoke more openly. “Kitana and I decided to share you publicly. We are both at peace with that decision.”

“Neither of us is ready to turn away from what we are feeling,” Kitana added, her fingers still resting lightly against his chest as she leaned close enough to speak into his ear. “And we know you are not, either.”

“So we thought the best course of action was to say it plainly and come to an agreement,” Jade continued, one hand drifting lower to rest against his abdomen in a gesture that was both affectionate and possessive.

“And that agreement is,” Kitana said, “that we are going to enjoy this relationship. Though next time you decide to spend time with one of us, you will be telling the other first.”

“We want to keep exploring what this is between us,” Jade added, pressing a soft kiss to his neck before looking up at him with a teasing glint. “What can we say? We like the romance as much as the rest of it.”

Fenrir chuckled, enjoying the warmth of their hands on him and the easy certainty in their voices. He lifted one hand to Kitana’s hip and the other to Jade’s lower back, drawing a satisfied sigh from both women in answer. “Hard to object to that,” he said at last, his grin widening.

And truly, how could he? What had begun as a bond of necessity had become something far more meaningful. Love had taken root in a realm too often known for cruelty, and in its place something gentler had begun to grow. Perhaps that, more than anything else, was proof that the world was changing. He looked between them, the smile still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

“So...” he said, his voice low and warm. “When do we begin?”

Both girls looked at each other with a satisfied look, then Jade answered. “Right now.”

They did not waste another moment.

Kitana moved first, stepping in to brush a kiss against Fenrir's mouth with unhurried confidence, while Jade followed at once with a softer kiss against his jaw, then his neck, each touch lingering a little longer than the last. Their hands found him with easy familiarity, Kitana’s hand at his chest, loving the burning sensation of warmth and safety that he gave her all over her body. And Jade’s at his growing hard-on, stroking it with grace and seduction. Guiding him into the centre of their shared warmth as though they had already decided there was no other place he belonged tonight.

Fenrir gave a low chuckle, already feeling the heat rise between them. “You two are dangerously persuasive.”

“And you are terribly easy to persuade,” Kitana replied with a faint smile, her tone light but her eyes warm.

Jade’s fingers traced the edge of his jaw as she looked up at him, emerald eyes glimmering with amusement. “Only when we want something.”

He let his gaze move between them, taking in the way they stood together, the way they moved together, the way neither one seemed jealous or uncertain anymore. There was only trust there. Only desire. Only the quiet certainty that this was theirs to decide.

While Kitana enjoyed Fenrir's hands roaming over her hips, the touch gentle enough to make her feel cherished and possessive enough to make her shiver, Jade revelled in something a little more wicked. Fenrir's palm occasionally closed around her right cheek with a pressure that was firm, deliberate, and unmistakably appreciative, sending a fresh tremor through her body every time. She adored it. Leaning into him, she arched her back just enough to give him a better grip, inviting him to keep claiming her in that quiet, dangerous way of his, loving the warmth of his hand as though it were a shield and a promise all at once.

“Mind if I taste it a little, handsome?” she asked in a voice meant to tempt.

Fenrir's expression answered before his words did. Jade grinned at the look in his eyes, hungry and pleased. She lowered herself with deliberate slowness. Once she crouched before him, she began with a lingering kiss, then a slow, teasing lick that made him tense immediately. When she finally took him into her mouth, inch by careful inch, the warmth of her lips was almost unbearable in the best possible way. Fenrir's body shivered at the contact, every breath sharpened by the pressure and the softness and the impossible skill of her mouth. Jade knew exactly what she was doing, and the confidence with which she did it made the sensation all the more overwhelming.

While she devoted herself to him, Kitana did not waste a second. She reached up, grasped him by the chin, and drew him into a deep kiss that turned hot almost immediately. Fenrir answered her just as smoothly, and then, with quiet intuition, he let one of his hands drift down along her thigh before settling between her legs. His touch was slow at first, careful and exploratory, but Kitana’s breath caught at once. She leaned into the contact, her body eager despite her composure, and by the time he slid two fingers into her, her moan had already softened into something breathless and broken. He moved with a tenderness that made the arousal feel almost reverent, as though every reaction she gave him mattered to him more than his own pleasure.

“Someone’s getting treated like a queen,” Jade murmured between licks, amusement curling in her voice as she stroked him. One hand slid lower against herself, matching the heat she could feel building in the room.
Kitana broke the kiss just enough to lift a brow. “You are one to talk.”

Jade shrugged without missing a beat, her mouth still working him with maddening patience. “What can I say? I enjoy the small things.”

Fenrir gave her a look that was equal parts disbelief and warning, and Jade laughed softly at once, catching his meaning instantly. “All right,” she corrected with a grin, kissing him again as a form of apology. “The big things in this case.” Then she glanced toward Kitana and smirked, all mischief and confidence. “Come on. Get your ass down here.”

Kitana’s answer came in a delighted smile. She looked at Fenrir once, then back at Jade, and lowered herself opposite her with deliberate grace. “Well, it did look rather tempting from up there,” she said, her tone airy and amused. “I suppose a small taste never hurt anyone.”

She took him in with no hesitation at all, and the effect on Fenrir was immediate. Jade’s grin widened as she watched, clearly enjoying the sight just as much as he was; her hand moved faster over her in quiet encouragement. “There you go, beautiful,” she said warmly. “Take him all in just like that. Devour him.”

Then she helped guide Kitana with a gentle but unmistakably eager hand, drawing soft sounds from all three of them as the room filled with the rhythm of their breathing and the muffled heat of their voices.

“Fuck…” Fenrir breathed at last, the word leaving him like a surrender. He strained not to lose himself too quickly, the intensity of the moment already pushing at the edge of his control. “Jade, I don’t want to be rude, but I think you have met your match.”

Jade narrowed her eyes at him, amused and offended in equal measure. “Dangerous words, Fen.”

“They are not wrong, though,” Kitana teased around a playful smile, glancing toward her friend with open mockery. “I am better.”

Fenrir's mouth twitched. "Way to go, Fen," he thought to himself.

“That’s it,” Jade said, her voice sharpening as she continued, her fingers moving with growing confidence, playfully pushing her friend aside. Kitana did not resist in the slightest; she only laughed softly, as though the whole thing amused her more than it overwhelmed her. After a moment, Jade lowered him into her mouth again, tracing the length of him with her tongue and taking her time in a way that felt almost unfair.

Kitana leaned in beside her, eyes glittering with the same teasing light. “That’s good, Jade,” she said, before her smile turned sly. “But I think one mouth may not be enough to satisfy our husband tonight.”

“Oh, fuck me,” Fenrir thought, and for once the thought sounded less like a complaint than a prayer.

Jade’s expression deepened with delight. Kitana only widened her smile. The two women switched between one another with effortless coordination, making certain he never had a moment to recover. “Hmm,” Kitana murmured, stroking him with a gentleness that contrasted deliciously with the things she was saying, “I think that might be true.”

Jade laughed softly. “Then maybe we should do it together.”

“Elder Gods save me.” Fenrir thought and pleaded.

The two women took him together then; Jade angled to one side and Kitana to the other, their attention shared and their rhythm perfectly matched. Jade’s hand sometimes slipped in to stroke and guide while Kitana’s mouth alternated between precision and hunger, sucking his balls when Jade lifted his cock upwards, her earlier grace giving way to something far more desperate and wanting. The sound of their breathing, their laughter, their soft, approving murmurs echoed through the chamber and turned the whole room into something feverish and alive.

After what felt like an eternity to Fenrir, Kitana finally pulled back, looking to Jade with a knowing expression.

“Hm…” Jade said at last, her voice low and warm. “You want him inside of you? Don't you?”

Kitana didn’t answer with words. She only bit her lower lip and nodded once.

Jade smiled at that, both affectionate and wicked. “Then be my guest, babe. He’s yours as much as he is mine.” Yet even as she said it, her gaze moved to Fenrir, and something deeper passed through her eyes, something more serious than playful want. It was a vow. A promise. A quiet assurance that no matter how far this night went, she was his.

Kitana stood, moving to the edge of the bed before bending over for him with easy confidence, offering herself to him as though she trusted him completely. Jade rose as well, stroking him once more before stepping back with a satisfied smile. She crossed to the armchair in the corner and sat down with slow, deliberate grace, spreading her legs as she touched herself, watching the two of them with obvious anticipation.

“You are not joining us?” Fenrir asked her, though his grin betrayed the disappointment beneath the words. He had thought this might be the night she would finally complete the promise the two of them had been circling for so long.

Jade laughed quietly. She understood exactly why he asked. It was tempting for her too, of course. But she had already decided that when that moment came, it would be on her own terms, with no one else in the room but the two of them. He had earned more than desire from her. He had earned love.

“Not today, darling,” she said with a teasing smile. “I did tell you that you had to earn it, didn’t I?”

“Stop torturing him, Jade,” Kitana called over her shoulder.

“I’m not torturing him,” Jade replied with amused innocence. “I’m preparing him for when the moment finally comes.” Her expression softened, and when she looked at him again, there was something deeply sincere in her eyes. Love. Trust. The kind that did not need to be spoken aloud to be understood. “Then,” she said quietly, “it will be a moment he will never forget.”

Fenrir smiled at her. He did not answer, but he did not need to. A single nod from her, and a silent one from him, was enough.

He turned back to Kitana and moved into position behind her, aligning himself with her waiting body. “Fuck me, Fen.”
Kitana breathed, her voice already trembling with anticipation. “I need you right now.”

“That’s the spirit,” he replied with a grin. Finally, he entered her from behind.

By now, Kitana’s body had already adjusted to his size and length, and though the first push always drew a sharp breath from her, it was quickly followed by a sound of deep, satisfied pleasure. After only a few seconds, Fenrir began to move more fully, his rhythm growing steadier, deeper, and faster until the whole bed seemed to shift beneath them.

“Hm… I’m going to enjoy this,” Jade whispered to herself, watching from the chair as she touched herself faster, matching the pace of the others with a breathless smile.

Kitana moaned with every thrust, her elegance slowly dissolving into raw, beautiful abandon. The sensation of him inside her was almost overwhelming, every ache turning to pleasure as quickly as it came. His warmth, the slick heat between them, the sounds they made together, the look in his eyes whenever she glanced back at him, all of it made her come undone piece by piece. Fenrir's hands supported her, held her, claimed her without ever taking more than she offered, and that only made it better.

Jade watched all of it with growing hunger. Her breathing deepened, and by now she was touching herself with two fingers, imagining and matching the shape and rhythm of Fenrir's cock as though she was part of the bed with them, her being taken instead of Kitana. “You are fucking her so well, Fen,” she teased, her voice rougher now with desire. “I’m sure that is not the only time she’s going to come like that tonight.” Kitana let out a shaky laugh, though it broke apart almost immediately into another moan. “Enjoying yourself, Kitana?” Jade asked, half laughing and half panting.

“Yes,” Kitana gasped, no grace left in her voice now, only need. “Fuck! How does it feel this good?” Fenrir answered her by lifting one leg and resting it across the bed, giving himself better access and giving her a fuller, deeper sensation with every movement. Kitana cried out again, louder this time, her body arching into him as though it had decided to forget everything except the feeling of being wanted and taken this badly.

“Fuck… that’s so hot,” Jade murmured, wetter now from the sight of them than from her own touch, which had become more frantic as the moment stretched on. Fenrir looked impossible in the lamp glow, all strength and warmth and confidence, and Jade felt the familiar ache of wanting him in a way she had never wanted anyone before. Not just his body. Not just the pleasure. Him. His voice. His hands. The way he made her feel seen. The way he made her feel safe even while he made her weak at the knees.

She had known it for some time now, but in that moment it became undeniable.

He was the one.

They were made for each other. Perhaps fate had simply taken its time getting them together.

After another shift in position, Kitana and Fenrir changed places once more. This time, at her request, he lay with his back on the bed, looking upwards as Kitana settled herself over him, preparing to ride him.

“Are you going to ride that cock, gorgeous?” Jade moaned, one hand gripping her own breast as she watched.
Kitana looked over her shoulder with a playful smile before lowering herself fully onto him. Her weight settled on his hips, and the feeling drew a soft, pleased sound from her almost immediately. “God, I love having you like this, handsome,” she whispered.

Fenrir chuckled. “I can tell,” he said, his tone warm and amused. “Ride me, gorgeous. I want to see you bounce on my cock.”

Kitana obliged with a smile, beginning slowly before gradually picking up the pace. Soon she found the rhythm that suited them both, the pace and depth just right. The room filled with the sound of their breathing, the bed’s subtle creak, and the increasingly helpless noises they pulled from one another. Sweat gathered. Breaths hitched. Jade matched their rhythm from her seat, touching herself harder as the sight drove her closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so close!” Kitana cried, her body tightening around him once again.

“Fuck! Me too!” Jade groaned, every word rough and breathless.

Fenrir was close as well. He could feel it building, could feel the tension winding through him, but he held back just a little longer, wanting to save the end of this night for one final indulgence.

Then, after a few more bounces, both women reached release together. Their cries of pleasure rose in unison and filled the chamber like a song, sweet and raw and unforgettable, lingering in the air long after the moment passed.

A few seconds later, Fenrir gestured for Kitana to move. She obeyed with a soft, flushed smile. He rose to his feet at the side of the bed, still catching his breath, still aching with need. Both women looked up at him with matching smirks, dropping to their knees in front of him.

“Are you going to paint our faces, babe?” Jade teased in a sultry, intoxicating and soft voice, rising just enough to help coax the final tension from him.

Kitana laughed softly and followed suit. “Do it. We need it. Claim us.”

That was all it took.

Everything inside Fenrir seemed to blaze at once, and he released everything over them in warm, exhausted waves. Jade and Kitana both leaned forward, tongues out, laughing softly as they tried to catch as much as they could before it slipped past them. When he was finally spent, they were both smiling, their faces flushed and their mouths still tasting of him as they cleaned one another with tender, delighted kisses.

Fenrir wiped sweat from his forehead and let out a breath that sounded like surrender. “Fuck me. You two are going to be the death of me.”

Both women giggled at the comment.

“Admit it, handsome,” Kitana said first.

“You won the lottery,” Jade finished.