Haruka & Hikage (Poly & Kinky)

I exited our bedroom and emerged into the living room to find Haruka at the doorway, removing her shoes. She was tall, taller than me by a couple inches, elegant, and the very picture of gracefulness. Her sandy blonde hair was down to her chin and curled inward stylishly, while a bright pink bow was perched atop her head. When we made eye contact her green eyes surveyed me and a smile that was half delighted and half mischievous bore itself in her features.

“Good evening, Ren-chii,” she greeted and crossed the room to me, her breasts bouncing delightfully in her pink, over-the-shoulder sweater. She wasted no time in grabbing my head and yanking it down to be pressed into her massive boobs in a tight hug. “I missed you so much, it was unbearable,” she cooed as she stroked my hair.

When at least she released me from her prison of softness I leaned up to kiss her on the lips. Ever as much the pervert as I was, Haruka not only accepted and returned the kiss, but she also deepened it immediately, not at all content to leave it at just the lips. Our tongues danced delightfully together for a few moments before we broke off the kiss.

“I missed you too,” I replied, “how was work?”

“Boring,” Haruka replied, lifting her arms and stretching as if to demonstrate the point. “The manager was staring at me all day. Would you believe he even said I should wear skimpier outfits? So brazen.”

I frowned, “Does it bother you?”

“You know me, I’m happy to take the compliment. Does it bother you?” her green eyes returned to mine, searchingly, but her smile was still unfazed.

“That entirely depends on if you think he’ll do anything,” I replied, honestly.

“No. He’s a coward. I don’t think he’d lay a hand on me if he had a gun to his head,” she paused, and her smile became a bit more menacing, “I wouldn’t let him anyway.” Then she returned to normal before going on, “I’m yours and nobody else’s.” To emphasize this point, she grabbed my wrist and guided it up to her breast and let me feel its pillowy softness through the fabric of her top. I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I say give him a show, then,” I said, grinning deviously, “go ahead and dress skimpier. But at the same time, make sure he knows you’ll forever be out of reach.”

Haruka giggled devilishly and poked my chest, tracing circles on it as she replied, “You sadistic little tease, Ren-chii, it’s no wonder we work so well together.” Then she kissed me again, deeply. This one was shorter, though, as it seemed she remembered something, “Mm! Hikage is on the way, I sent her to grab us something to eat.”

“I don’t mind cooking, you know,” I said, watching as she released me and walked toward the bedroom, probably to get changed.

“I know, but tonight is special,” she called from the bedroom.

I blinked and panicked, wondering if I forgot someone’s birthday or something. It wasn’t time for our one-year anniversary yet, we’d only been officially in… whatever this unorthodox relationship was for six months. “It is?”

“Of course, it’s the anniversary of the day you met me and my friends.”

A small shade fell over my mind as I remembered. She was absolutely right; it was a year ago to the day. I loved and trusted Haruka and Hikage dearly, but I still kept secret from them how much the memory of that day haunted me. Every now and again I still had nightmares about it. Haruka and Hikage could walk off that kind of experience, theirs was a path of blood. Me? At the time I was just a high school student and aspiring artist, it stuck with me.

But even though the memory haunted me like an unwelcome spirit, I wouldn’t deny the significance of the date. I met the two most important people to me that day, and it was certainly worth celebrating.

“Good point,” I replied, a bit more unevenly than I’d hoped.

Just then the door opened a second time, and the sound of rustling plastic accompanied the entrance of my other roommate and partner, Hikage.

Her messy, chin-length, pastel green hair fell over her eyes as she leaned down to take off her shoes, careful not to let the plastic bag full of our dinner touch the floor. This also meant that one of the holes in her torn-up red camisole was flashing me a valley of cleavage from her porcelain-pale sizeable melons. She was also wearing her favorite pair of torn blue jeans with the top button undone, only kept on by how tight they were around her long, slender legs.

Once her shoes were off, revealing a set of toes that were neatly painted black, she made eye contact with her unique golden snake eyes. She wore her usual ever-present deadpan expression; a poker-face so perfect it was difficult to deny her constant reminders about her lack of emotions.

“I’m home,” she called out in a flat monotone. One might be tempted to believe she was mocking the stereotypical domestic display, but anyone that had known her for more than a day knew better. That was just how she talked.

“Welcome home,” both Haruka and I replied simultaneously.

Hikage wasted no movement crossing to the kitchen of the apartment and carefully depositing the bag on the counter for when we were ready for it. Then she crossed the room to me and immediately knelt down on the floor in front of me, looking up at me and awaiting my command.

To the outside world this apartment’s dynamic went a little something like this: Haruka was my girlfriend, and Hikage was our roommate. Simple as that. The truth of the matter was this: Haruka was my girlfriend and Hikage was our shared submissive.

As she constantly claimed, in her infinite stubbornness even to us, that she had no emotions, Hikage never actually admitted that she loved us both. This was in spite of how obvious it was if you knew her well enough to decipher her admittedly subtle ways of expressing her true feelings. So, in order to allow her the opportunity to do the sorts of things lovers do without actually forcing her to confront her own emotions, for fear of unexpected psychological trauma, we would allow her to operate under the pretense that she was just in a kinky BDSM arrangement with us. We all knew the truth, however, all three of us loved each other very dearly at this point.

I’d never minded; I was more than happy just knowing she loved me. And I had to admit, seeing her kneel in front of me like this on a near daily basis did wonders for my ego.

I reached down and pat her head endearingly. I ran my hand and fingers through her hair, combing them through the messiness and enjoying the silky strands. Then I moved to her face, caressing her cheeks with my fingers and palm. While this happened, she maintained fierce eye contact and did not object.

“How was your day?” I asked her, casually.

“Pretty easy. I got all of my work done halfway through the shift and napped through the rest of it,” she replied. “Boss got mad. Might not last long at that job.” She was very slightly leaning into my caressing hand, but I could tell she was trying hard not to. I decided not to bring it up, “Think I could make good money as a prostitute?”

“I’m sure you would, actually.”

“She better not!” Haruka called from the bedroom.

I shrugged, “But you probably shouldn’t.”

“Yes, master,” she agreed, “I was joking, though. Couldn’t you tell?”

Given that she had delivered the joke in the exact same tone of voice she always used, I genuinely could not. I just sighed and released her, “You can stand up now.”

She did so.

“Hands up,” I said, and she obeyed this command as well, lifting her arms into the air. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head, tossing it onto the nearby sofa. This freed her milky white breasts to the apartment, as she wasn’t wearing a bra. She often went without one, I knew.

“That was a brand-new top, by the way, you really like ripping things apart, huh?”

“Did she really tear that one up too?” I heard Haruka call from the bedroom and sigh.

“Just my clothes, and my enemies,” she admitted, flatly. When I returned the comment with a slightly concerned look, she continued, “the last bit was meant to be a joke, too.”

“Ah.”

“The holes are to make them breathe better. Also I like the way they make them look, I guess.”

I shrugged, “Well, they’re your clothes.” I proceeded to cup both breasts in my hands and bounce them happily. I loved Hikage’s breasts, the only similarity they had with Haruka’s were that both sets were soft and smooth. But Hikage’s were bouncier and more gravity-defying, whereas Haruka’s were more pliant and had a wonderful teardrop shape.

Next came the bottom article. Luckily, with its button undone half the job was already done for me. I just hooked my thumbs into the waistband and yanked the jeans down. They slid off Hikage’s slender pale legs without much resistance and revealed to me that she was wearing a black thong today. I gave its strap a playful tug and let it slap back against her hip before crouching down and moving on.

I placed a hand on each side and began running them along her thighs and legs, marveling at their smoothness. I let a finger trace the tattoo at her left hip which had such an interesting design. Then I stood up and smiled at her, satisfied, before leaning forward and placing a kiss on her lips. She returned it without quarrel but did not deepen it as Haruka had. She was naturally submissive, so I took the lead and inserting my tongue into her mouth myself.

I did not truly believe I would ever stop feeling lucky to be in a relationship with both of these amazingly hot women at the same time. There was a period in my life where I was convinced I wouldn’t even have a single girlfriend, much less two at once.

“Looking sexy as always, Hikage,” I said once the kiss ended.

“Thanks,” she replied. A small sparkle in her eye told me she was happy to receive the compliment.

“And what about me?” Haruka asked, emerging from the bedroom doorway. She was dressed in a lovely hot pink sheer babydoll slip that was very short. She wasn’t wearing anything else. Even the bow on her head had changed from its original milky pink to match the garment.

“You look stunning,” I replied.

Even Hikage’s eyes widened slightly, which was the closest thing we would ever get to an actual look of surprise from her, “I didn’t know you had an outfit like that,” she observed.

“I ordered it just for today,” she replied as she made her way to us. She didn’t even hesitate to bring a hand to Hikage’s bare chest and give one of her light pink nipples a sharp pinch, “And for you,” she produced a pair of hot pink fuzzy handcuffs, I had no idea from where, she had no pockets, and walked around behind Hikage. She put them on swiftly, restraining the green-haired kunoichi’s arms behind her back, “We’ve talked to you about falling asleep at your job.”

“I finished all my work,” Hikage replied.

Haruka then brought her hand down on her friend’s rear with a smack! “So you find more work to do. You lose too many jobs this way.” Despite the strike, Hikage did not react in the slightest. “You’re going to wear those until morning, understood?”

“I need to eat.”

“I didn’t cover your mouth,” Haruka replied, as though this resolved the matter entirely, then went into the kitchen to start plating up the food.

Hikage sighed, “Guess I picked a bad night to get ramen.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. It may have seemed cruel, but Hikage truly didn’t mind. In fact, she bit her lip slightly after her complaint, which I was pretty sure was a sign that she liked the treatment. She did the same thing when she was doing anything that might have been enjoyable to someone who could freely admit they felt the emotion.

More to the point, I had expressed concern to Haruka at one point over the way we treated her, specifically Haruka who was a far more sadistic dominant than myself. Her response was, in essence, that Hikage was a trained killer. If she wasn’t okay with the treatment, she wouldn’t let it happen. Even in this instance, simple handcuffs couldn’t truly contain her, she was a shinobi. She probably had more than a dozen different escape artist techniques that would get her out of them without even needing to dislocate her thumbs. Additionally Hikage had, on multiple occasions, informed us that she didn’t mind the treatment. I believed this to be an understatement.

But the conversation had turned slightly awkward, so I changed the subject, “How are the other squad members doing?”

“They are getting by just fine,” Haruka replied, “especially after getting that box of canned food you sent them. Wild grass and bean sprouts always taste better in things than by themselves.”

I nodded, “I wish I could afford to do more for them.” I genuinely would have offered them my apartment to stay in if it was big enough, and I’d certainly give them more than just canned food if I could afford it. What little money I made from my artwork was already barely enough.

Hikage shook her head, “You already do more than you need to. We’ve been indebted to you from the start.”

Haruka walked over and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug, the softness of her entire body being pressed against me, “You don’t need to worry about a thing. They’re tough girls. Who knows, maybe Hikage and I will inspire them to find their own sugar daddies.” She giggled and then gave me a loving smooch.

“Frankly, the fact that you even want to do more says a lot,” Hikage pointed out, and then mimicked her friend as best she could by simply pressing her breasts against my arm. She couldn’t embrace me with her arms restrained behind her back, though.

Haruka made her way back into the kitchen, swaying her rear which was perfectly visible under her sheer nightie, “Anyway, let’s dig in! I want to hurry up and relax.”