Why Would You Not?

Stepping aside, you let the bleary-eyed Amelia stagger in. "You okay?" you ask, keeping your voice low for the sake of your roommate.

Instead of immediately answering, Amelia collapses on your bed. Her t-shirt flaps up for a moment as she falls to reveal she has nothing on beneath it, giving you a brief flash of her butt before it settles back into place. She weakly waves you over and you smile a little as you climb back into bed, letting her snuggle up against you and rest her head on your naked chest. "Late night," she mutters, the closeness letting her keep her voice low as well, "Lotta things to think over too. Probably good you didn't put that necklace on. Viki put too much magic in it. Got stuck with that cock a while."

She smirks before yawning. "She helped me work it off. A lot. No wonder you guys like sticking it into things so much."

That smirk quickly fades as she sighs and nuzzles her face against your pecs, her arms pulling you closer as she takes a moment or two to just breath deeply, taking in your scent as if trying to permanently burn it into her nose. "Harmony came up to me yesterday," she finally says, "Things got weird. Gonna duel her soon. Need you there."

Reaching a hand around to stroke along her back, you elect to not tell her that you already know that part. Still, of all the ways to settle this matter between them you do still need to know something about how it escalated so quickly. "Why?" you ask.

"'Cause it involves you," she replies, having apparently decided (reasonably so) your question was towards the most recent thing she said, "This harem gotta have an alpha bitch."

"Why?" you ask again, "I wouldn't put you two together if you're that uncomfortable with each other."

Amelia grunts. "Resisting the busty blonde and slinky brunette both squirming under ya at the same time forever? Or me and Viki and her?"

She has a fair point there. The idea of the two of them both begging for and receiving your dick simultaneously IS a really hot one, and in a different way than Amelia and Viki at the same time even though they have a similar slender/rounded dynamic. And the ADDED thought of Harmony and Viki rubbing their giant tits against your sides as you pound Amelia's pussy is incredibly alluring. Still...

"If it meant not hurting you," you reply, "Or Viki. OR Harmony. Then I'd manage."

Amelia gives your chest a quick kiss before lifting up her head to rest her chin on it. "And that's part of why I wanna try. On top of me thinking there might be a decent person somewhere inside Richie Bitch that needs bringing out."

At your curious glance, hyper fueled by your surprise at how she could say something like that after the cruel way Harmony verbally attacked her, she explains, "When you got attacked. Even if she sneaked in to do it, she still ran over here right away to check on you afterwards too. If it was really only all about image and class for her, she either wouldn't have come at all or checked on you another way."

After a short pause, she adds, "'Sides, gotta admit she's pretty fuckable looking. Not as much as Viki but I wouldn't say no to eating her out if she was on the menu."

You sigh, sliding your hand up to rub her hair. "You horny little minx," you say in playful exasperation before your expression turns serious, "Do you think you can win? I mean, she's supposed to be really powerful and she's REALLY smart."

"It's gonna be a tantric duel," Amelia replies, "So I'll have a bit of an experience edge... probably."

A bit of doubt enters her expression as she reiterates. "Probably."

You frown in concern. "... What happens if you lose though?"

Amelia squirms. "Best case scenario? The experience makes her lighten up on girl-on-girl stuff and I just gotta deal with being a double-sub. As much as that would suck. Worst case?"

She suddenly hugs you tighter, her arms squeezing enough that it starts to get a little uncomfortable. "... Don't wanna think about that," she growls softly and you think you hear a small quiver in her voice, "I... I won't finish second again. Not with this. Not with you, Stud."

Your mildly pained grunt as your ribs and spine threaten to buckle causes her to loosen her grip again. "You'll always be my first," you say, "Nothing will ever change that or make it less special."

Amelia leans forward, her body rubbing against yours through her thin shirt, and gives you a short kiss on the lips. "Thanks. But..." she pauses, looking away from you afterwards as she slides back to her previous cuddling position, "It's... hard for me to talk about. If you want, you can look up the same records Harmony did and you'll see what I mean. And if you're curious about the other thing Richie Bitch said back then... I... tell Viki I said it's 'a-ok'. That word exactly, got it?"

You suspect that Amelia is talking about Gloria, whoever that is. For a moment, you consider asking Amelia why she does not want to talk about it herself but, given the mere mention of that name caused even her super-cheerful mother to momentarily show a visible amount of rage, it might be just THAT sore a subject and forcing it would be a bad idea. Granted, dumping that responsibility on Viki seems more than a little unfair too but if that is how things work for now, you will either need to honor that agreement or wait until Amelia truly is ready to speak of the issue herself.

When you come down from your brief musings, Amelia has nodded off to back to sleep despite how much more animated she had been getting while you talked. It is a new feeling.

Sure, you have cuddled with her in the afterglow of sex before but the sensations of the slow rise and fall of her chest against your torso, the warmth of her body as she unconsciously rubs against you, the soft sound of her slow, steady, relaxed breathing, and even the light amount of drool that trickles out of the side of her mouth to pool on your skin, all signal a new, intimate, level of her comfort in being with you.

It makes you feel slightly guilty about shaking her shoulders and causing her to snort awake. Amelia blinks as she realizes what happened and gives you a slightly embarrassed smile. "Like I said," she quips, "Long night."

Still looking at you sleepily, her hand starts to slide down your body. First her fingers find her own drool puddle, which she swirls around to tease your right nipple before moving down to let each digit pass over your belly button. Once there, she quickly discovers your morning wood, which had only been further strengthened by her closeness, and teasingly brushes her forefinger up and down the bulge through your underwear.

"Think I might need a protein injection to wake up," she purrs having kept her eyes locked with yours the whole time.