It’s cute that you think you have any control here

Morgan glides, literally her feet don’t touch the ground, over to the bed as her skin tight gown turns to smoke around her. As she reached the foot of the bed all that is left is a slightly darker smoke covering her chest and groin.

“Hello puppy.” Morgan cooed as she took a seat on the bed next to Aimil’s prone from. You look at her from over Aimil’s head and see a look of desire on Morgan’s face easily comparable to Aimil’s right before. Her eyes roamed Aimil still largely clothed form, even her skirt having fallen back down to cover her lower half.

Aimil seemed unsure about all the attention but with you still largely holding her she wasn’t verbally protesting. You felt like you should do something to make her more comfortable but you just couldn’t. Mostly because you have no idea what happens if you go against a rule, partly because the memory of Morgan’s sexual dominance was still very fresh in your mind.

“Hey.” Aimil managed to get out as she turned in your arms to face Morgan. The both of you were still prone and with Aimil’s shift she pushed her skirt covered ass against your softening cock.

Morgan bite her lip and leaned over reaching out her hand. With her index finger she traced Aimil’s exposed collar bone. Aimil made a soft noise of pleasure at the contact, she was still uncomfortable but that was quickly changing.

You just lay there and watched as Morgan’s tracking finger moved to run down Aimil’s solar plexus then across to her chest. With each delicate movement you felt Aimil shiver against you feeling her pleasure though her body as she remained quiet.

You watched as Morgan’s finger slipped beneath Aimil’s bra and felt her push her ass against you as Morgan toyed with her nipple. Aimil relaxed and moved her body to allow Morgan more access. Morgan took the access and added another hand. Aimil bra disappeared in puff of smoke and Morgan moved.

You felt Morgan’s arms grab Aimil and bodily move her. You just removed your hands to accept what Morgan was doing. Aimil seemed happy with the result as her head ended up in Morgan’s lap facing away from her stomach.

One of Morgan’s hands went back to teasing Aimil’s chest the other began to comb her hair. Morgan’s finger running through the slightly curl red locks of Aimil’s hair slowly straightening it under gentle persistent.

Aimil began to moan softly with each stroke and the sound was enough to remind you of your so recently shared pleasure. You felt a return of hardness as you watched this very intimate interaction. You looked up to see Morgan look at you. Her eyes moved to your crotch then back, she shook her head and you understood her meaning, keeping your hands where they still and not reaching down to enjoy this visual any more than you already were.

The hand that had been toying with Aimil’s chest moved down her stomach, stroking as it went, feeling the muscles beneath her soft skin. As her hand reached the tip of Aimil’s skirt it stopped. Her fingers started tapping at the skin softly each time stroking softly.

“Please.” Aimil whispered as Morgan refused to end her teasing.

“Louder pup.” Morgan cooed as the hand combing her hair continuing it’s soothing motions.

“Please touch me.” She moan deeply and you felt your cock beg for attention. You kept your hands away as you saw Morgan dart you a look to make sure you were obeying her.

“Good puppy.” Morgan’s fingers slipped beneath Aimil’s skirt and the sound of ended teasing make your cocks begging turn to desperation, but still you held strong.

You couldn’t see what Morgan was doing beneath Aimil’s skirt but she writing on her lap. Her hips bucking against Morgan’s hand as she tried her best to not dislodge the hand combing her hair.

“Such a responsive puppy.” Morgan soothed as Aimil’s expressions grew louder. “You did well to bring home a very good puppy.” Morgan looked at you and nodded.

Your hand immediately went to your cock and began to stroke. Morgan smiled at you and shifted Aimil’s head slightly. You looked down to see Aimil staring at your cock and licking her lips as you stroked the both of you so under Morgan’s control simply knowing the other was getting pleasure because she allowed it adding a deeper enjoyment than simple voyeurism would garner.

“You two are going to be so much fun.” Morgan said as the hand beneath Aimil’s skirt started jerking rapidly. Aimil let out an animalistic growl as her hips bucked and her muscles clenched.

Seeing her in such pleasure sent you over the edge and your cock spurt onto your chest.

“Good girl,” Morgan cooed as she stopped her combing of Aimil’s hair. “And good boy.” She reached the hand that had been combing over to your chest and the cum that was freshly released, she scooped some onto a finger and sucked it into her mouth. “mmmm, always stronger in these situations.”

Morgan lifted Aimil once more and moved next to you so two could cuddle again. Aimil wrapped her arm over you as you did the same to her and together you embraced under Morgan’s pleased gaze.

The three of you stayed like that for a while until Aimil finally came down from her intimacy fuelled dopamine high. She moan and hummed into your chest and licked your cheek. She grinned at you and pulled back slightly. “Nae just smell and taste but feel good.”

“Good to know I’m the full package.” You grin back and kiss her lips, before you can break the kiss she moves forward to peck you.

“You are just the cutest.” Morgan said clapping her hands together, You both look over to see her back in her skin tight gown.

“Thank you.” Aimil said shyly avoiding eye contact with Morgan. Morgan grinned at her and stroked her head.

“You’re welcome puppy.” Before her fingers left saw a look of curiosity on Morgan’s face. Her fingers moved from Aimil’s hair to right cheek, the cheek that had been on Morgan’s lap. “How did you get those?” You didn’t know what she was referring to. You followed her finger and saw it. Two small scars, one above her eye the other below, both running to her ear. They were very faint, likely you only noticed them because the lighting was slightly better here than in the corridor.

Aimil froze. The happy warmth that had been present vanished. She moved to get up so quickly that you barely had time remove your arm less she break it. “I have ta get ready for the duel.” Aimil said, grabbing her shirt and rushing out, her chest still free of its bra. The door closed behind her before you could gather the presence of mind to go after her.

“Interesting.” Morgan mused before turning back into smoke. She reform right away standing before you regarding you with a satisfied smile. “You’ve sated me for the moment so I’ll answer some question.”

You pull your mind away from Aimil, feeling bad for doing it. You have a lot of questions you need answers to. Your mind then goes back Aimil, shouldn’t you go after her. It’s not like Morgan isn’t going to want to have some fun later so you can always ask question then.