To drink her essence straight from the source in the middle of a threesome

Sergeant Foreman's POV

The question hung in the air, and every shred of your military discipline, every instinct to be useful and efficient, evaporated in the heat of that room. You were just a woman, naked and wanton, and the two beautiful forms before you were your only mission at the moment. “I want you both at the same time,” you finally breathed, your voice ragged. “I want to taste Clara while she rides my face. And I want Jane on me, licking my pussy until I scream.”

You looked past them to your Supreme Commander, a silent plea for permission in your eyes. He gave a single, slow nod, his hand still moving slowly on his cock, his green eyes dark with approval.

That nod was all the confirmation they needed. Clara’s smile was a mischievous, glorious thing as she moved over you, her knees settling on either side of your head, blotting out the ceiling. The scent of her, musky and sweet and entirely female, filled your senses. Below your waist, Jane slid into position with a firefighter’s confident grace, her short, spiky hair tickling your inner thighs.

Then Clara answered your plea and lowered herself onto your mouth.

The first touch of her folds against your lips was an electric shock of pure, undiluted sensation. It was salty and silky and full of wet heat, a flavor you had no reference for, yet your new mind regarded the taste as liquid magnificence. You tentatively licked a slow, exploring stripe, and Clara moaned above you, her hips pressing down harder.

“Yes, just like that,” she sighed, her voice vibrating through you.

Encouraged, you dove in, your tongue seeking her center with a hunger that felt ancient and primal, despite the fact you knew it was also quite new. At the same moment, Jane’s mouth found your own dripping core, and her tongue was not tentative. It was a furious, skilled ****, licking and sucking with a focused intensity that stole your breath. A guttural, choked moan was torn from you, the sound muffled by Clara’s pussy.

The dual sensations overwhelmed you, a feedback loop of giving and receiving pleasure that short-circuited every thought with the potency of a flash grenade. You clutched Clara’s hips, holding her to you as you devoured her, learning her rhythms and drinking her in with relish. Your own hips bucked against Jane’s relentless mouth, each skillful flick of her tongue sending jolts of lightning up your spine.

This was nothing like your old, solitary fantasies. This was real, wet, and messy, and better than anything you could have imagined. And soon, a coherent line of thought finally formed through the haze of pleasure:

"Thank you. Thank you, Master, for this..."

You poured that gratitude into your actions, your tongue working faster and deeper, spurred on by Clara’s escalating cries and the frantic movements of her hips. Jane’s fingers joined her mouth, sliding inside you, curling in that perfect spot while her tongue circled your clit. The pressure built again, a terrifying, wonderful crescendo that felt like it would break you.

You were gasping, moaning, a continuous stream of sound against Clara’s skin as Jane pushed you relentlessly toward the edge. And so, your world was quickly reduced to taste, to touch, and to the sounds of three women lost in each other. Your body tightened, every muscle coiling, on the brink of shattering once more under Jane's devoted, hungry attention.

Jane’s tongue was a ruthless, fast-paced instrument, lapping at your swollen clit with a pace that stole the air from your lungs. “That’s it, come on, come for us,” she growled, her voice muffled against your wet flesh, and the raw command in it was the final push you needed.

A seismic, blinding pleasure detonated deep within your core, and your world fractured into a kaleidoscope of sensation. Your back bowed violently off the bed as a raw, guttural scream was torn from your throat, the sound utterly foreign to your own ears. Your cunt clenched rhythmically around nothing, spasming in the air as Jane continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last shocking pulse of your climax.

Above you, Clara’s own moans pitched higher, becoming sharp, **** cries. She ground her pussy down onto your gaping mouth, her thighs clamping against your head as her entire body began to tremble. “I’m coming! Oh, fuck me! Eat me! Drink it all!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with the **** of her release.

A hot, salty flood filled your mouth as Clara’s orgasm hit her. You swallowed greedily, relishing the tangy, intimate taste of her, drinking her nectar straight from the source just as Jane was dutifully drinking yours. The dual sensations of giving and receiving such ultimate pleasure created a chain reaction that left you dizzy and utterly spent.

So it was that for a long, suspended moment, the only sounds were three sets of ragged, overlapping pants and the wet, final sounds of their mouths sliding from each other's bodies. Then, as if connected by a single string, all three of you collapsed sideways onto the rumpled sheets, a tangled, slick-limbed heap of exhaustion.

You lay there between them, your heart hammering against your ribs, the scent of sex and almond oil thick in the air. You turned your head, looking first at Clara, then at Jane, a profound and unexpected affection swelling in your chest. “Thank you,” you breathed, your voice hoarse. “For…initiating me so deliciously.”

Clara chuckled, a low, sated sound, and Jane gave a tired, brilliant smile. “Thank you,” Jane said, reaching across your body to squeeze her wife’s hand. “You were the first woman we’ve been with since our Master reformed our marriage.”

“And you were absolutely magnificent at it,” Clara added, her dark eyes warm and sincere.

You smiled, beaming with a pride that felt entirely new. That confidence boost was a palpable, warm thing in your chest, directly soothing the recent, nagging worry that your Master wouldn’t find you as desirable as the other, more obviously beautiful women he owned.

As if in sync with your current line of thought, though, your Supreme Commander, who had made all of this possible, suddenly stood up from his seat, his cock rock hard after the show they ended up putting up for him.

"So, I am pleased you really enjoyed your reward, Sergeant, because you deserved it. But I believe Clara and Jane here deserve their own reward now after making your first time with women so memorable," he mused with a smirk as he looked at the formerly purely lesbian married couple. "So, tell me, would you both be interested in finally exploring some real penetration now that you can finally enjoy a cock?