Accept it

You sink to your knees dropping your sword beside you as you do. Two sets of very excited eyes watch you with predatory desire. The growing hunger in their auras fired by your compliance. Grabbing Mary's hip in your hand you look at her and lean you face closer to her crotch then look up at her, your chin only just shy of touching her. "Why are your pants still on?" You ask innocently.

Mary freezes with her hand still on your shoulder, momentarily paralysed by indecision. Does she want to keep her pants on so your innocent teasing can keep building, or does she want to rips her pants off and get to the licking.

"Take them off." Green said stepping into the intimacy, pushing her hip against Mary's and making a little triangle between the three of you.

Your hand moves to the front of Mary's pants and undoes her belt. She swallows as you lean forwards to kiss her through her pants. "What do you want from me?" You keep the innocent act up.

Mary licks her lips. "Pull them down." She growls as she lets go of your shoulder. Gently moving her hand up to your chin. "Slow." She adds, holding your chin to stop you from looking away from her.

You obey her order. Slowly pulling the cords holding her pants closed undone with one finger you tug at its waist. Gently edging it down exposing little slivers of her barely tanned stomach. You lift yourself up and, while holding her eyes with your, you plants gently kisses on her bare skin. "As her Highness wishes."

"Winner." Mary intones. "As the winner wants." Her correction makes her aura flare in a more aggressive desire than you've seen from her before.

"As the winner demands." You correct earning a bitten lip and tighter grip on your chin for a moment before the hand moves to the side of your head, soon joined by the other hand on the other side, still holding you to make sure your eyes never leave her face. You test to see what she would do if your eyes wonder so you flick them to Green, watching the both of you intently.

"Me." Mary growls. "You don't look away from the women who beat you." Her fingers points to press her nails against your scalp in warning.

You refocus on Mary as her pants reach the very top of her pussy. Nothing is exposed and you are holding her pants taut around her butt so they cannot fall any lower without your direct decision to allow them to do so. "I've never done this before. Please be gentle even though I lost." You say tugging slightly so that your breath with each word was allowed to blow against the very top of her pussy.

Mary shivered slightly and she nodded. "Take my pants off." She ordered as her fingers threatening you with more nails. You didn't pull down but you did tug at her pants and blow a warm breath against her. She growled and you felt her nails pressing against you, not yet digging in. "Be a good boy and I'll be gentle." She finally relents but doesn't take her nails away.

You pulled her pants down exposing her bare slit. You ducked your eyes down and saw the glisten of her excitement creating a strand between her now lowered pants and her slit. "You're wet." You say then swallow around some drool that your mouth decided to produce.

"Taste it." She commands pulling you head close but keeping it tilted to not let you look away.

You stick out your tongue and as her thighs parts and your chin moves between them you take a long delicate taste of her sex. She lets out a moan through gritted teeth and the threatening nails withdraw. "Good boy. Do you like how it feels to taste a winner?" She coos.

"'es." You moaned into her slit as your tongue probes at her entrance. You place your mouth as over her slit as you can manage letting your tongue undulate throughout her slit, lifting up its base to writhe against her slit while your tip tries to enter her but can't quite her enough reach with your refusal to leave her clit along. "'o's 't 'eel g'od?" You ask through her slit.

"Yes," Mary purrs out, "You make such a good cunt licker." She strokes your hair affectionately. "Much better than a fighter, maybe you should just stay like this forever. My personal pussy cleaner." She strokes your temple with her thumbs then presses them against your slightly. "You want that don't you. To be my little mouth fuck forever?"

You don't answer aright away as you were still trying to figure out how to get the tip of your tongue inside her without neglecting her clit.

Mary lets go of the left side of your head and slaps your cheek. "Answer me loser." She demands. "Tell me you want to be my pussy licker."

"I 'o." You mumble into her mouth. The slap was stunningly weak, like considering how much strength was in her arm pushing you down that was the most limp wristed slap you have ever felt. It's a little adorable how even as into the role play as she is she refuses to actually hurt you.

"Good boy." She says closing her eyes and stroking your recently slapped cheek. "Fuck me with your tongue." She commands.

You forgo her clit to obey, lowering your tongue and pointing it spear inside her, earning an instant guttural groaning from Mary. Rapidly fucking her with your tongue as you feel her tell-tale orgasm approaching. With your eyes locked on Mary you can see her eyes starting to flutter slightly.

You aren't the only one who noticed either as a hand grabs her neck and pulls her into a kiss. Green tongue pushes into Mary's mouth as her orgasm hits her. Legs shake and the sound of a tongue invading Mary's mouth is only slightly quieter than the tongue invading her slit. When Mary cums her fingers squeeze her head and she breaks the kiss to moan out. "Fuck, Fuck, fuck, yes, tongue fuck your victor." Her screams are then swallowed by Green pulling her back into a kiss.

You are a little surprised by a sudden flood from Mary. She'd never squirted before so doing so with your mouth entirely over her slit causes more of a surprised gag than a drowning one.

Mary pulls you off her slit as she finishes cumming. Stroking your head affectionately as her hands get a little weak.

"My turn." Green says, a hand gently replacing Mary's and guiding you to her already bare slit. You see her other hand withdraw, fingers wet and placed into Mary's mouth who started to happily suck on them as your lips were placed on Green's clit. "Focus here." She says, her hand leaves your head and pulls at your left arm until you put your hand in hers and she directs it to her pussy. "Deep and curl towards you." She says with a smile then goes back to making out with Mary, happy to use you as a living sex toy to get off while she makes out with her duplicate.

"You two taste the same." You comment idly since your entire mouth is not in use only a tongue that can take short breaks.

"I keep telling her that." Green says breaking the kiss and smirking. "She never believes me."

"Cause we don't." Mary says back, enough exasperation in her voice to really enunciate how old this disccusion is.

"That's cause you only taste yourself on my tongue of some guys cock. If you just let me - mmmm." She is cut off by Green pushing a finger inside her slit then pulling it back and pushing it inside Mary's mouth. Her tongue swirls around it for a moment then it is pulled back. "Still don't taste it."

Green rolls her eyes and looks down at you in the most 'can you believe this woman' look you have ever gotten. "Taste the same to me." You say then go back to licking Green's clit while pressing your finger against her G-spot. When Green cums it is with the exact same physical indicators as Mary. "Do you really have to copy her that closely?" You ask her.

"N-never know wh-when an assassin might, OH, attack." Green tries to answer through her orgasm. Her legs start to shake as her orgasm hits and the same as Mary she squirts. The burst of her joy mostly ends up on your top, though it's not like hers is the only joy on it.

"So you think and assassin would go to the level of making you cum to see if you were the real Mary?" You ask pulling your finger out at the end of her orgasm.

Green sighs happily and Mary finishes for her. "It's happened before. My Grandmother was killed becasue her double curled her toes when she came so the assassin knew exactly which was which."

"Seriously?" You asked looking up at them.

The two held a dead serious look for a second before bursting into laughter. You actually believed them for a moment there. "Come, lets get you cleaned up." Green said lifting you onto your feet. "But in all seriousness it's better to not have a tell, no matter how unlikely that tell is to come up."

The three of you enter the water. Pulling clothes off as you do but not letting them go, just making it a little less obvious as to what sort of liquids are coating them. You do however, keep an eye on the sword just to be sure that Green doesn't try to steal it again, even if she is in the water with you.

After the quick dip in the water you get back to the sword, all the three of you using your magic to steam off the sea water. You pick up your sword and look at the other two. "How much magic did you need to heal the burns?" You ask them.

"Bad burn." Mary said.

"Yeah, like grabbing a coal." Green added. "Lot more than the burn looked like it needed, but burns always need more magic to heal than cuts so." she shrugged.

"Though it didn't hurt, which is weird." Mary added.

"Yeah radiation burns only really hurt after a while."

"Radiation?" Green repeated.

"It's what the sword was putting off."

"Light that kills?" Mary asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," you lift the sword up and look at the blade. "Light that kills." How can you possible use this as a weapon? If it passes through organic matter without cutting it and leaves a trail of radiation behind that take magic to heal ... it sounds exactly like the sort of thing you'd want to use on another champion. Debilitating but easily preventable from being fatal, maybe aside from a swing through the brain, that will probably either kill or really fuck someone up for a while. You lower the sword and look at the two women staring at you with slowly renewing predatory desire. "Oh right, the exhausted brothels." You intone as two sets of arms grab at your clothes.