No, no one's leaving it there, not with Tiffany and Bella like that.

You approached Bella on one side. Silently, Tiffany did on the other. You were both smiling.

Bella's cheeks radiated pink heat. "John," she murmured. "John, I'm not sure..."

"Be sure," you murmured back, sliding a hand along one side. Across from you, Tiffany did the same. Bella gasped, trying to look both ways at once...

You stopped that by catching her chin in your hand, then leaning to kiss her. She moaned, maybe in protest, but her lips parted and swiftly she began to return the kiss, turning towards you. That put her back-to Tiffany, who slid her arms around her, drawing her hips back against the nude 'maid' and encouraging her to lean forward to keep kissing you. That let Tiffany get ahold of her elbows, drawing them back and knitting her own arms around them, both pinning Bella and encouraging her to arch, presenting her breasts.

Bella gasped again as you leaned back, a small smile on your face. You reached up, sliding your fingers into her raven tresses and undoing the different stays holding it up, letting it cascade around her face. You reached over, touching the stems of her glasses, pulling them off her face and folding them, which caused her eyes to widen. In dreams she didn't really need them, but the symbolism wasn't lost on the literate romantic.

You set them aside, then looked back at her. You were nude, now -- the same as Tiffany (though she still had on stockings, a choker, and her ruff hat, so you supposed you were more nude) -- and Bella gasped at that, too. "John..." she said, once more, but trailed off when you didn't interrupt her. She knew she should say something, but she also had nothing to say.

In one sense, you were beginning to 'feel' the narrative of a dream like this one. If you hadn't slipped in and made changes, these dreams would follow expected paths. Even as you modified them, the more you worked with the dream as it was laid out the better the results. That was good to know.

In this case, you knew that she was fully locked in the romantic dream of being taken by an urbane romantic gentleman, as adjusted for Tiffany's presence. Those romances had plenty of instances of 'good women' taken by rogues, loving every second and ultimately surrendering the 'virtue' the rogue was claiming. In this particular case, Bella was already yours -- but this was a new variation and she was loving every second, even if officially she protested.

You kept your eyes on Bella's as you reached over with both hands. She was still being held by the arms, her chest still arched out, and she was all too aware that you were reaching for the laces that were covering and containing her ample breasts. With a pull, you undid the lace, and began to pull it free, eyelet after eyelet, with each new stroke causing Bella to gasp like you were caressing her skin instead of undoing her teddy.

You slowly lifted the lace off Bella's breasts, exposing them. Her nipples and areolae alike were crinkled tight, and she hissed as you drew your fingertip along the tip of the left one. You smiled, very slowly, looking back into Bella's eyes. "You seem to be enjoying our adventure," you murmured.

Bella swallowed. "I-I feel light headed," she murmured. You noticed her 'British' accent was a bit less obvious.

"Oh, well. We should make sure you don't fall over," you say, glancing at Tiffany. Tiffany smiled a bit more, and leaned back -- how she knew to was a mystery... maybe it came back to you learning about controlling the narrative. Since she was in Bella's dream, and you were 'nudging' that dream into your own directions, Tiffany subconsciously knew the part to play. Or maybe it was entirely different. How would you know?

Regardless, when she laid back, it was into a bower made of cushions, even though you were still outdoors. Bella was pulled back, her arms stretched out and held by Tiffany's arms, her legs falling between Tiffany's legs, her eyes wide as her head fell back, Tiffany shifting to kiss the back of her neck and behind her ear.

"What's happening to me?" Bella whispered.

"Something you'll like, Miss Cardigan," Tiffany answered, her own 'British' even thicker, by contrast.

"Agreed," you said, smiling an almost wicked smile as you knelt in front of the pair. You had to admit, it felt good being so... smooth compared to normal. There was really something to be said for 'riding' a naughty dream instead of creating it from whole cloth. You looked at Bella's legs -- they were closed -- and glanced up at Tiffany.

Tiffany smiled, her dark stocking clad legs hooking Bella's rose stocking clad legs... and sliiiiiiding them open. And maybe if this were all happening with everyone being awake Bella could have held her legs closed, but this was a very specific kind of dream... and **** or not Bella's legs opened with Tiffany's movement.

Sliding up between those parted thighs, you leaned down, feathering a kiss on Bella's inner thigh, just above the stocking, making her gasp. You did the same on the other. Then higher... higher...

She almost moaned as you kissed over the band over her crotch, so thin and lacy, so damp with her juices. With a growing smile, you shifted your fingers up, and pulled the stretchy lace to one side, baring Bella's swollen lips, her vulva glistening wet, her labia engorged... her clit fully emerged from its hood.

Still smiling, you shifted closer... to taste... and explore... and enthrall...

Bella gasped, her hips wriggling, Tiffany holding her tight. You got a sense that Tiffany herself was feeling some of what you were doing -- you reinforced this by sliding your hand up underneath Bella, to where Tiffany's spread thighs were holding her open... your finger sliding along and into the 'maid' and making her coo.

"...we shouldn't... you shouldn't be here," Bella whispered, clearly to Tiffany.

"But I am here," Tiffany whispered back. "Mmm... and I love it. And you love it. This is happening. We are happening. He is happening. And we're his, Miss Cardigan."

"His," Bella breathed out, arching up to your lips and tongue.

You weren't a hundred percent sure that was what you were shooting for in coming in here, but right this moment it was hard to slow down, much less stop. Your tongue and jaw, your fingers (and thumb)... the two women pressed closely to each other, now with both their hips shifting and moving almost out of their own control...

With a slight grown, you slid up Bella's body, hearing her gasp as you stopped your enthusiastic licking. You looked down into her eyes, her own locking on yours, Tiffany shivering underneath her.

"John," she whispered.

You found yourself smiling... you could almost feel the dreamselves beneath you... not just as physical women, but as potential... and feel yourself ready to do more... an idea struck you in the back of your head... a moment's concentration... teasing Bella with the head of your cock along the moistened folds of her vulva...

With another moan, you thrust down, your cock penetrating deep into Bella's pussy... and simultaneously driving deep into Tiffany's as well. The two women both shrieked in chorus, neither sounding unhappy as you drove deep and held yourself inside them.

With a flex of your buttocks, you moved from side to side inside the pair, hearing them coo and shift. You began to move up and down, hearing the two women respond in different ways as you shift against their most sensitive parts. And slowly... ever so slowly... you begin to pull back... and push forward... feeling both their inner muscles tense... feeling both cunts responding in harmony with each other as you began moving.

Only in a dream, you thought as you began to speed up... the sensations were astounding. If you hadn't spent so much time draining yourself into Tiffany before, and that only after you'd been so effectively drained by Shelly before you'd even fallen asleep, you couldn't ever have held back even with all your dream control. But as it was, you felt unstoppable -- like your own desires were just part of what you were driving into Bella and Tiffany, and their bodies more than responded.

"...oh my God," Tiffany moaned. Now her accent was gone.

"...I've... I don't..." Bella said, nearly out of breath. Her accent was long gone as well.

You didn't answer. You just began speeding up... feeling the odd contrasts of their inner muscles spasming against you in different ways. Bella was bucking faster now, trying to get free, but Tiffany was holding her back, her own hips pitching even as Tiffany's eyes closed.

Tiffany lost it first, screaming as she came, her body locking hard around your cock, trapping it deep inside her. Somehow Bella felt those muscles lock, which triggered her own orgasm, making her shriek and arch, her body almost molten underneath you. Neither one had ever been this loud -- you slowly realized they were feeling each other come, not just as a spasm or clench the way you did, but rippling through their nervous systems like they literally were one woman...

You felt them begin to settle... the chorus of ecstasy beginning to calm down just a little--

You pulled almost entirely out of the two, then drove back in, causing them both to shriek again. You started hammering at them -- skill and talent giving way to sheer power, thrusting in again and again and again, feeling one come, which triggered the other, extending the first's orgasm... over and over you felt the two losing it as your cock punched through their expectations and almost through their very souls...

Finally, it was more than you could stand. You had lost track of how many orgasms Tiffany and Bella had between them, while the pressure built up until you couldn't stand it any more. With a shout of your own your muscles locked and you came into the girls underneath you, their bodies spasming around your cock as it spurt your seed again and again....

Finally, you dropped your head down onto Bella's chest, breathing hard. You could hear her heart pounding. You could hear Tiffany's own breathing -- so fast, so hard, with almost musical patterns.

"I... never... believed..." Bella whispered.

"I know," you said. You then chuckled.

"What is funny, Mister Doe," Bella asked, still breathlessly, clearly amused.

"...just..." You shifted atop the pair of women. "We actually came here to talk to you."

Bella paused, then giggled. "Well. You've managed a decent preamble, I'd say."