Navigating the Aftermath

That was not, of course, the only time the three of them had sex that day. After fucking Elara into submission on the jungle floor, Bone carted both women back to the lean-to, where he started on Johanna. After a few rounds with his new sluts, Bone gave Elara back her ability to speak.

“You’re a monster,” Elara said, while riding Bone’s still-hard cock. “I hate you,” She said, before passionately mashing her lips against his own. “I’ll have my ****,” She said, as cum leaked from her freshly-fucked pussy. Johanna found her friend’s behavior a bit confusing, but ultimately decided and that Elara and Bone would simply need some time to work through these conflicting emotions.

As far as Johanna herself was concerned, things were remarkably normal. After a lot of sex, she went out to gather a quick lunch. After lunch, Elara helped them to turn the lean-to from a temporary shelter to a proper structure, utilizing her immense strength to perform tasks that would normally require an entire construction crew. The handful of tools and supplies she had in her cave were quite useful, as well. By the time the sun was beginning to set, a rudimentary, if cozy, hut had been erected between the dense trees, and Johanna was properly exhausted. After another meal, this one courtesy of Elara’s stores, Johanna curled up on a bed of leaves and fell asleep to the not-quite-peaceful sound of Bone fucking Elara’s brains out.

Thanks to the new-and-improved shelter, it was not a ray of stray sunlight which woke Johanna in the morning, but instead a soft hand gently groping her chest. The hand was attached to a naked Elara, dozing peacefully behind her, and after turning around in her grip, Johanna politely groped back. Elara had no qualms about being roused this way, and since Bone was nowhere to be seen, the two girls enjoyed a few lazy minutes of making out.

“Mmmm,” Elara moaned, pulling away her lips and running her hand up and down Johanna’s side, “I was wondering when we’d have some time to ourselves.”

Johanna snuggled in close, entwining her legs with Elara’s. “I’ll always make time for you, Elara. I’m glad we’re all getting along, now.”

“Getting along?” Elara asked, “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“It’s shorter than ‘magically compelled cooperation,’”

Elara let out a brief chuckle, followed by a sigh. “It’s strange. Whatever he did to me makes it so that any emotion or thought about him gives way to arousal. Anger, hate, disgust, fear… Everything just makes me want to fuck him more.”

Johanna shrugged, “It’s not ideal, but at least this way I won’t wake up to find one of you dead one day.”

Elara sighed again, then leaned down to catch Johanna’s lips in another kiss. “Things could have gone worse, I suppose. For now, though, let’s make the most of the morning, hmm?”

“Did you have something in mind?”

Elara’s toothy smile suggested that she did, in fact, have something in mind...