Angela gets settled in

The day carried on well enough. A couple hours passed by as everyone settled down from the excitement of Angela's arrival.

Jill, Ellie, and Jacob of course having satisfied their desires in the bedroom. Try as they may to be quiet, of course Angela couldn't help but listen to the trio's animalistic love making. When they were all finished, Ellie had cum twice while Jill and Jacob came once each.

Roughly a couple hours later, the main trio sat in the living room discussing Angela.

Ellie's fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt, her brow furrowed in concern. "Do you think we could find something to help with the discomfort? I mean, that must be uncomfortable always leaking like that,"

Jacob heads to the kitchen. He opens the freezer door, rummaging through the contents with a quiet clinking of containers. "I've found some gel packs that might help."

As Jacob searches, Jill settles into the couch, her legs stretching out before her in a languid pose. "Awe, you two are so nice. Angela did say she wanted to handle this on her own, though."

Ellie's response is a soft counterpoint to Jill's nonchalance. "There's no harm in being thoughtful." She follows Jacob into the kitchen, helping him wrap the gel packs in clean dish towels.

The sounds of a door creaking open ring through the air as Angela exits her room. She makes her way into the main living room, where she looks to Jill, then at Ellie and Jacob, then back to Jill, “So, you seem the most nonchalant about me.”

“What’s there to make a big deal about?” Jill says. “I was the same as you when I first got here. I wanted to be left alone to find my own way here. You want the same. So that’s what I’m doing. Giving you space.”

Angela's expression softens slightly, a hint of appreciation crossing her features. "I appreciate your understanding," she says, her voice a little gentler. Passively, Angela massages her chest, her heavy orbs of milk aching rhythmically.

Jacob approaches her, holding out the wrapped gel packs. "These might help alleviate the discomfort. They're chilled but not freezing."

Angela hesitates for a moment before accepting them. "That's... considerate of you," she says, her tone a little warmer. She presses one against her chest, letting out a small sigh of relief as the coolness soothes her skin. She shifts the gel pack to her other breast, her expression a mixture of discomfort and gratitude. "I assume you'll want to start introducing new characters soon?"

"We were thinking of starting with Korra," Ellie explains, settling onto the couch next to Jill. "We've heard she's been through a lot, and we think we can provide her with a supportive environment." As Ellie speaks, Jill leans back into the couch, her eyes fixed on Angela with a thoughtful expression, her earlier nonchalance replaced by a more empathetic demeanor.

“Have you bought her yet?” Angela asks.

Jacob confirms, settling into a nearby armchair, "I bought her at the same time I bought you. She's set to arrive tomorrow afternoon. We wanted to allow you some time to get accustomed to your new surroundings before introducing another person."

Angela readjusts her stance, repositioning the gel pack for better comfort. "Are you certain this is necessary for her? Bringing her here, I mean?"

Ellie launches into a gentle explanation, her voice filled with empathy, "Korra has endured substantial hardship. Her experiences include multiple **** attempts, ****, and the psychological toll of numerous battles..." Her body leans subtly towards Jill, who is seated beside her.

Jill's hand comes to rest on Ellie's thigh, her touch casual yet comforting. "And let's not forget the loss of her connection to the past Avatars," she adds, her tone softening. "That had a profound impact on her."

Angela's expression turns contemplative as she absorbs this information. "I understand. She's definitely going to be volatile." She carefully lowers herself into the remaining armchair.

Jacob's hand passes through his hair, a gesture of thoughtful consideration. "That's our thoughts exactly. Now, we don't want to press you into anything prematurely. Your readiness is our priority."

"I appreciate that. I'll take some time tonight and do some research on her." Angela says. "Hopefully by tomorrow I'll have a good idea where to start with her."

The cold of the gel packs pressed against Angela's nipples, while they certainly help with the swelling, form her nipples into stiff peaks. Tiny droplets of milk begin to poke out.

Angela sighs with frustration. "I was pretty backed up there. I guess I have a little extra today to deal with."

"Anything we can do?" Jill asks.

"No, as I've said I'd prefer to deal with this myself." Angela states as she goes to get up. "I'll leave you all to your evening. Despite my frustration at my situation, I can confidently say, I believe I will be happier here than I was with my previous owner."

"I'm glad to hear that. Thank you, Angela." Jacob says warmly.

As Angela begins to walk away, she stumbles. Ellie instantly rushes to her side. "Here, let me help you to your room. You must be exhausted."

"Thank you, Ellie. Thats very kind." Angela says. Together, the two girls make their way to Angelas bedroom.

---

Back in the living room, Jill settles into the couch, her head nestled in the crook of Jacob's lap. A sympathetic sigh escapes her lips. "That must be really tough for her." Jacob says, his hand begins to gently stroke her hair, offering a comforting gesture as they sit together in silence.

“Tough for her? How’d you think I feel?” Jill scoffs, “Your body craving pussy like water. God, I want nothing more that you grab her or Ellie and shove my tongue up their cunts.” Jill shivers as her imagination conjures images of Angela and Ellie.

“I’m sorry, I never should’ve let Ellie do that to you.” Jacob’s voice soft.

“I’m not mad, I’m just saying,” Jill sighs, “it’s not like she’s new to this. She’s gonna have to get used to it. Letting us help her is the best thing she can do.”

Jacob continues to gently stroke Jill's hair, his fingers intertwining with the soft strands. "I know, but we have to respect her boundaries. She's been through a lot."

"Yeah, yeah," Jill mumbles, shifting position to get more comfortable in Jacob's lap. Her hand absently traces patterns on his thigh. "Still, watching her struggle like that... it's frustrating when we could easily help."

The sound of footsteps draws their attention as Ellie returns to the living room. She plops down on the couch next to Jacob, her bare lower half making contact with the fabric. "She's really having a rough time in there," Ellie says, concern evident in her voice.

Jill lifts her head slightly. "Can you hear her?"

"A little," Ellie admits, biting her lip. "She's trying to be quiet, but the walls aren't that thick."

Jacob shifts uncomfortably. "Maybe we should put on some music or something? Give her more privacy?"

"Good idea," Ellie reaches for the remote and turns on some background music, keeping the volume low enough for conversation but high enough to mask any sounds from down the hall.

As Ellie sets the music, Jill lunges at her. Ellie lets Jill turn her over on her knees as Jill aggressively begins to lick Ellie’s pussy from behind.

Ellie's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly surrenders to the sensation as Jill's skilled tongue explores her intimate folds. Her fingers dig into the couch cushions, her breathing growing ragged.

Jacob watches with a mixture of amusement and arousal, his voice low and husky. "Jeez, didn't take long, did it?"

Jill's response is a muted hum, her face buried between Ellie's thighs as she savors the taste and scent of her. Her hands grasp Ellie's hips, pulling her closer as she delves deeper.

Ellie's whimpers escalate into soft cries, her body trembling with pleasure. She presses back, seeking more contact, her movements becoming more fluid.

The background music provides a discreet veil, shielding their intimate sounds from reaching Angela's room. Jacob shifts in his seat, his composure tested by the erotic scene unfolding before him.

Jill's tongue dances across Ellie's skin, alternating between gentle caresses and intense, focused attention. Her passion drives her movements, each stroke infused with a deep-seated longing.

Ellie's hips begin to sway, her rhythm building as she approaches the edge. Her gasps grow shorter, her words dissolving into incoherent murmurs as Jill's relentless pace pushes her closer to release.

Jill pulls herself off from Ellie’s wet cunt, her eyes wide with lust. She briefly looks back at Jacob, “what are you waiting for? Fuck me while I eat her out!” Jill orders, her eyes gleaming with desire as she glances back at Jacob. He doesn't hesitate, swiftly undoing his pants to reveal his erect cock.

As Jacob positions himself behind Jill, she returns her attention to Ellie's intimate folds. Ellie's moans escalate, her fingers digging deeper into the couch cushions as Jill's warm breath caresses her sensitive skin.

With a smooth motion, Jacob enters Jill, his thrust causing her to groan in pleasure. The vibration of her voice against Ellie's flesh makes Ellie's hips jerk upward, her gasps growing more urgent.

Jacob establishes a steady rhythm, each movement propelling Jill's face deeper into Ellie. This chain reaction of pleasure has all three of them breathless and moaning. Jill's tongue dances across Ellie's skin, her pace driven by the dual sensations of her own pleasure and her unrelenting passion.

Ellie's thighs begin to quiver, her voice trembling as she whispers, "Oh god, Jill...right there, don't stop..." Her words are laced with desperation, her body straining toward release.

In response, Jacob intensifies his pace, his hands grasping Jill's hips firmly. The air is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the music playing softly in the background, and the muted noises of their intimate encounter.

Meanwhile, in her own bedroom, Angela fingers herself. The sounds of Jill, Ellie, and Jacob’s fucking not at all concealed by the music. There grunts and moans of pleasure turning Angela on to an infuriating degree.

Angela’s nipples freely flow with milk as she masturbates. Her fingers thrust deep into her pussy; her arousal fueled by the muffled sounds of passion emanating from the living room. Her other hand gently massages her breast, the milk flowing freely as she struggles to contain her excitement. She bites her lip, determined to remain silent despite the intense sensations building within her.

Instinctively, Angela lifts her right tit and brings her nipple to her mouth. The second her lips latch around her nipple, the taste of her own milk drowns her tongue.

Angela's soft moan fills her room as she savors the sweetness of her own milk. Her fingers move with increasing urgency, stimulated by the muffled sounds of passion from the living room. The taste of her milk is intoxicating, and she finds herself drawn deeper, her suction growing stronger.

The sounds from the living room grow more intense, with Ellie's cries of ecstasy mingling with the rhythmic beat of flesh against flesh. Angela's hand moves in time, her fingers dancing across her skin with a newfound fervor.

Jill's voice carries through the walls, her words barely intelligible as she nears her climax. Angela's body responds, her muscles tensing as she switches her attention to her other breast. The neglected nipple is quickly enveloped by her eager mouth, and a fresh wave of milk floods her senses.

In the living room, Jacob's movements become more frenzied as he approaches his own peak. Jill's tongue works tirelessly against Ellie's sensitive flesh, driven by the twin stimuli of Jacob's thrusts and Ellie's earthy flavor.

Ellie's hips begin to shudder, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as she teeters on the brink of release. Her breath comes in short gasps, her words dissolving into incoherent murmurs as Jill's relentless pace pushes her closer to the edge.

As Ellie's cries escalate, Angela's fingers quicken their pace. The trickle of milk down her chin intensifies as she suckles with renewed fervor, the sweetness overwhelming her senses. The potent mix of sensations and sounds propels her toward the brink.

In the living room, Ellie's body contorts in ecstasy, her back arching. "I'm coming!" she cries, her nails digging into the arm of the couch as she squirts all over Jill's tongue.

Jill's moans harmonize with Ellie's, the vibrations of her voice heightening Ellie's climax. The heady flavor of Ellie's arousal, combined with the **** of Jacob's thrusts, sends Jill's passion soaring. Her own orgasm builds with reckless abandon as she continues to savor Ellie.

Jacob's grasp on Jill's hips becomes almost unyielding. "You're so fucking tight!” he growls, his movements growing more unpredictable. The spectacle of Jill pleasuring Ellie while he claims her from behind threatens to shatter his self-control.

In her room, Angela's body arches, her fingers moving with frantic urgency between her legs. As she switches breasts once more, a jet of milk splashes across her chest. The cacophony of pleasure emanating from the living room pushes her ever closer to her own release, her senses teetering on the edge of overload.

All at once, Jacob thrusts deep inside Jill as he pumps load after load of his cum inside her. Jill’s own orgasm seemingly milking Jacob’s dick as she draws out Ellie’s own orgasm.

The harmonious moans from the trio in the living room reach Angela’s ears as her body twitches. Waves of pleasure coursing through her, her fingers still moving slowly to prolong her climax. Her breasts continue to leak, warm milk trickling down her chest and stomach. The sounds from the living room have transformed, with the passionate cries replaced by soft murmurs and gentle amusement.

As her heartbeat begins to slow, Angela reaches for the towels Ellie had given her earlier. She gently wipes the milk from her skin, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and fulfillment. The sensitivity caused by the mod makes even the soft cotton of the towel send little shivers through her body.

In the living room, Jacob assists Jill and Ellie in untangling themselves. Their bodies glisten with sweat, and Ellie's legs still quiver slightly. Jill plants a tender kiss on Ellie's inner thigh, causing her to twitch with heightened sensitivity.

"That was incredible," Ellie exhales, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. Jacob nods in agreement, still trying to catch his breath as he adjusts his clothing.

Jill stretches with feline satisfaction, a proud smile playing on her lips. "So, think the music hid our moaning?”

“Not a chance.” Ellie chuckles.

Jacob's gaze drifts toward Angela's room, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. "I think we might have provided her with some inspiration."

Ellie's face flushes as she buries her face in her hands. "I completely forgot she was right next door. This is mortifying."

Jill stands up, arching her back in a languid stretch. "Perhaps it's just what she needed – a reminder that she's not alone, and that pleasure is within reach."

Jacob begins gathering their scattered belongings. "We need to be patient with her. Her experiences have left their mark, and healing takes time."

A faint thud and muffled expletive emanate from Angela's room, followed by the sound of her rummaging through something. The trio exchanges knowing glances.

Ellie's voice is barely above a whisper. "Do you think we should see if she's okay?"

Before anyone can respond, Angela's door swings open, and her footsteps hurry down the hallway. The bathroom door closes softly behind her.

Jill's expression is thoughtful. "She likely wants to freshen up. We should probably do the same – and maybe ventilate the room a bit."

Jacob hands Jill her shirt. "I'll take care of the window. A bit of fresh air will do us good."

---

The day passes by relatively quickly after that. Ellie and Jacob settle in as they binge watch a season of Attack on Titan. Jacob had recommended the show a dozen times and Ellie, while skeptical at first, had fallen in love with the show.

Jill, after a hard workout, joined them later. Taking up space on the floor between Ellie’s legs. Every other episode, Jill would start to eat Ellie out of course.

Angela meanwhile spent hours milking her tits before they finally stopping leaking milk. She’d spend the rest of the evening doing research on the legend of Korra in preparation for Korra's arrival.

Angela sits in her bed as she scrolls the internet. With help from ChatGPT, Angela was quickly learning the details of Korra's life and her journey in the show. Angela of course would rather just watch the show to better get an understanding of everything Korra has been through, but as she only had a day to prepare, this was the best option to her.

The sounds from the living room provide a gentle background hum, with the dramatic music of Attack on Titan punctuated by Ellie's occasional gasps and Jill's subdued murmurs of pleasure. Angela's mind begins to wander, her thoughts drifting back to her earlier moment of solitude. She shifts in her chair, attempting to refocus on the task at hand.

The article on her tablet details Korra's struggles with her many enemies. The poor girl had been tortured repeatedly in the show, something that was shocking to Angela given that The Legend of Korra was a show initially intended for children. On top of that, Korra had been poisoned, lost friends and family to senseless conflict, lost her connection to her past lives. All that on top of a life where she was raised in strict protective custody and a difficult love life, the poor girl had had a very miserable life. Funny enough to Angela, according to forums and reviews most audiences seemed to hate Korra as a character.

A sudden outburst of excitement erupts from the living room, with Ellie's voice ringing out in surprise. "Oh fuck yes!" Jacob's laughter follows, his voice filled with amusement.

Jill's voice is softer, her words muffled but still audible as she speaks between Ellie’s thighs. "Easy babe...."

Angela smiles to herself, feeling a sense of comfort. While she hasn’t even been here for a full day, she’s quickly becoming fond of her new housemates. They certainly were an improvement over her last owner and his other slaves.

In a way, they remind her of her old friends from Overwatch. A reminiscent sigh radiates from Angela as she remembers her old life.

After a moment, her focus shifts back to Korra. The girl was definitely traumatized, but her will was strong and she’d had good support from friends and family throughout the series. So, Angela wasn’t expecting anything too difficult in terms of therapy. Her main concern was getting Korra to open up to her at all.

As Angela delves deeper into her research, a gentle knock at the door breaks the silence. "Enter," she says, swiftly adjusting her robe to maintain her modesty.

Ellie slips into the room, carrying a plate of food. "I brought food. You must be hungry," she explains, setting down a plate of steak with a side of fried rice.

Angela's eyes light up with gratitude. "Thank you, Ellie. I appreciate it."

Ellie’s attention shifts to the tablet, where Korra's story is still open. "You're getting up to speed on Korra's background?"

Angela nods, "I want to be prepared. Her experiences with trauma seem complex, but I'm hoping to get a better understanding."

"I bet." Ellie smiles. Her gaze shifts to Angelas large breasts, "I don't mean to pry, but I was thinking earlier. Jill's actually gives a pretty thorough message. If you're open to it, she could help alleviate some of the discomfort. It would be a completely professional arrangement, of course." Her eyes lock onto Angela's, filled with a genuine desire to help.

“Oh, I’m sure it would be.” Angela says sarcastically, her tone light and humored, “I’d bet anything that Jill would have her tongue inside me within 5 minutes if I gave her the chance.”

“Well, that’s kinda my fault.” Ellie says.

Angela's soft chuckle fills the room as she shakes her head. "At least you're honest about it. Though I must admit, I'm intrigued by the modifications you've made to her."

Ellie shifts her weight, a hint of blush on her cheeks. "I didn't really think it through at the time. I just, thought it’d be fun."

Angela's gaze is inquiring. "And does she find it fun?"

Ellie's expression turns sheepish. "Look, it’s not my finest moment. But Jill's come to terms with it. She certainly doesn’t shy away from it. I think she has fun with it."

Angela's eyebrow rises, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Hm, forcing an addiction onto someone then giving them unlimited access to the source of that addiction isn’t what I’d call fun.”

Ellie's face flushes a deeper shade of red as she processes Angela's words. "When you put it that way..." She trails off, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "I mean, she seems happy now. And she was the one who demanded I never wear pants at home."

"Oh, I know she's happy with that arraignment." Angela's knowing smile hints at her awareness of the household's dynamics. "These walls aren't exactly soundproof," she says, nodding toward the living room.

A look of mortification crosses Ellie's face as realization dawns. "Oh god, you heard all of that earlier?" Her voice is laced with embarrassment.

Angela nods, "The background music helped, but yes, I heard quite a bit."

Ellie covers her face with her hands, her cheeks burning with shame. "I'm so sorry. We should have been more considerate."

Angela's expression turns reassuring. "Don't apologize," she says, reaching for another towel. "It's your home. And besides..." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "It was... not unpleasant to hear."

Ellie peeks through her fingers, surprised by Angela's admission. "Oh?" Her curiosity is piqued.

Before Angela can respond, a shiver passes through her making a large drop of milk escape her nipple, creating a visible wet spot on her robe. She lets out a frustrated sigh. "This is getting ridiculous." As she speaks, she gently blots the moisture with a towel, her eyes never leaving Ellie's face.

“Look, I can see you’re busy. I should go.” Ellie says shyly.

“Of course.” Angela smiles as Ellie goes to leave.

“Ellie?” Angela calls after Ellie, who turns back to face her, “I’d like to talk more with you. Jill too in fact, once things are more normal here. I think you’d both benefit from some therapy like anyone else.”

Ellie pauses at the doorway, her hand resting on the frame. "That sounds like a good idea," she says with a small, contemplative smile.

Angela smiles at Ellie, “Good to hear. Goodnight Ellie.” The door closes with a soft click, and Angela is left alone once more. She lets out a deep breath, her gaze falling upon her damp robe. The clinging fabric is uncomfortable against her skin, and she can feel the milk leakage worsening.

Angela rises from her seat and heads to the bathroom, where a stack of clean towels awaits. As she undresses, her reflection catches her eye. Her breasts appear swollen, with droplets of milk trickling down her abdomen. "This is becoming unmanageable," she says to herself, reaching for a fresh towel to dry off.