Untitled Threesome fic

Lezard was always watching Lenneth. Where ever she was, where ever she went, his eyes were always on her. He found he could never get tired of looking at her, her beauty was mesmerizing, ethereal loveliness that left him aching with the longing to touch her. Kiss her, posses her. It drove him to distraction this desire, leaving him with nothing on his mind but thoughts of his Goddess.

It was no surprise he sought ways to get close to her, seeking to ascend from this mortal plain and enter her realm. It was not enough to just look in on her, he had to be in her presence, anyway he could manage. Tracking down power sources, testing on elves, even trying to trap her in the body of a human, all of these plans failed, and though they sometimes lured her to him, she always slipped his grasp. It left him writhing, body pained from having gotten so close, only to be met with harsh words, and even harsher looks.

So he was left to memories, and the watching. He kept her vision in a tiny crystal, carrying it with him where ever he went. It comforted him, soothed him, and yet it wasn't enough. Sometimes he had to slip away, leave his mortal body behind, and go to her. It was a simple enough act for one such as he, to become a spirit that ascended to the heavens. He simply had to lean back and concentrate, snap the invisible chains that tethered him to his body. He became like a ghost, soaring free of his body.

It left Lezard dizzy, disorientated, hovering uncertainly over his body. His natural inclination was to return to it, it was all his soul knew, but he fought against that urge. With a shake of his head, he was moving, floating upwards through floor and ceiling, leaving his tower behind. He reached the night sky, numerous stars twinkling brilliantly, and still he flew, going higher yet. Past clouds and the moon, higher and higher, until he reached the rainbow bridge of bifrost.

Heimdall was no threat, the fool could not detect an errant human soul running about. A smirk was on Lezard's face, the mage flying along the pathway, traveling to the heavens. The shining realm would have stolen his breath away if he had any to give. Instead he merely took in the wondrous beauty of Asgard, pausing to consider his next move. Lenneth as Creator, would be in Valhalla. More specifically, at this time of night, she would be in her bedroom. Lezard smiled, hoping to catch her asleep, wanting to trail his ghost like fingers over her sleeping face.

He traveled rapidly, like a thief in the night, sneaking into the palace. For now the sacred hall held nothing of interest except for her, his Goddess, Lezard flitting from room to room, searching until he found her bedroom. He ended up in her closet, a spacious room, Lezard placing himself against the open door, just waiting and watching. He dared not approach Lenneth while she was still awake, knowing that if anyone could sense him, it would be she.

She was sitting on her bed, clad in a long white nightgown, the purity of it's colorless silk making her pale skin look like porcelain. It clung to her body, hugging her curves, Lezard ardently wishing he could be so lucky as to be reborn a piece of such flimsy clothing, if only it meant being next to her! He sighed, knowing she would not hear the sound, watching as she unbraided her hair. It fell free, slightly wavy from being trapped in a braid for so long, Lezard longing to run his fingers through her mane.

Lenneth did it for him, her fingers combing through platinum strands, effortlessly sliding through tangle free locks. A knock sounded at the door, Lenneth looking up, and Lezard drew back, gasping to see the purity of her smile. She was happy, anticipating the visit, and she rose from her bed, bare feet padding across the floor. Lezard watched the sway of her hips with interest, watching as she reached the door, flinging it open.

He was taken aback to see who her visitor was. It was a woman, with long blonde hair that held a tint of green to it's sheen. She was clad in tight fitting clothes, a pale purple with a white collar, and stockings. She smiled to see Lenneth, easing past his Goddess into the room. Lezard frowned, recognizing the woman, knowing she was Mystina, a mage and a former friend of his.

The door shut, Lenneth leaning against the oak, staring quietly at Mystina. The female mage was looking around the room, and she seemed aware of Lenneth's stare. Her smiled widened, and she turned, nodding at Lenneth. It astounded Lezard, what happened next, Lenneth stepping away from the door, slightly hesitant in her movements. Mystina held open her arms, and Lenneth moved, flinging herself into the blonde's waiting embrace. They hugged, and it was not the hug of friendship that they shared, Lezard knew this for one simply did not place one's hands on a friend's ass.

He gaped, shocked to see Mystina squeezing Lenneth's rear, her fingers digging into plump flesh. Lenneth's hands were far more innocent, her arms wrapped tightly around Mystina's back. He saw his Goddess sigh, realizing she was inhaling the blonde's scent. She nuzzled her face against the side of Mystina's hair, her nose lost in the blonde's locks.

"I missed you..." Lenneth said, Mystina allowing her to pull back slightly.

"I missed you too." The blonde said with a laugh, offering a quick kiss on Lenneth's cheek. "I hate that my work in Alfeim keeps me away from you..."

"Hmm..." A pout was on his Goddess face, a playful look in her blue eyes. "If you really hated it, you wouldn't go at all." She tsked, touching Mystina's cheek. "But I wouldn't ask you to give it up....not for me....not for anything..."

A smile from Mystina. "I'm glad you're so understanding." She let go of Lenneth, but only long enough to catch at her hand. "But let's put words aside for now..." She was leading Lenneth towards the bed, the Goddess eagerly following her.

The mattress groaned, the two women adding their weight to the bed. Their voices were low, difficult to make out as they spoke to each other. Hands touched, Lenneth fingering Mystina's hair, marveling over it's softness. "Not as soft as yours..." cooed Mystina in a sickening sweet voice, her hand petting the top of Lenneth's head. Lenneth seemed to thrive on the contact, closing her eyes, an expression of joy on her face as Mystina petted her.

Lezard watched, anxious and alarmed when the mage dropped her hands, touching the front of Lenneth's body. He made fists of his hands, seeing Mystina touch Lenneth's breasts, her hands molding themselves over the nightgown in a way he had only dreamt about doing. Lenneth's lips parted, and she cried out, arching her back, causing Mystina to chuckle.

"So eager..." She said, her thumb circling a nipple that pearled through the thin gown.

"Ah..." Lenneth was blushing. "It's just....it's been a while since we...since we were together."

"I know..." Mystina sighed. "And I'll make it up to you, I promise..." Her hands moved, going to Lenneth's shoulders, touching the sleeves there. With a tug, she eased the material down off her shoulders, the gown slipping lower and lower as she tugged. Lezard's breath caught in his throat, seeing Lenneth's breasts slowly revealed to the room. If his interest hadn't already been aroused by the embrace, surely it was now to see his Goddess exposed to his eyes. This was different from seeing a naked homunculus, this was real, and it was her.

Lezard sat down on the floor, making himself comfortable, keeping an eye trained on Lenneth. He wanted to memorize everything about her, the look of desire in her eyes, the way she looked with her lips parted as she moaned, and most of all, how she looked with her gown drawn down to her waist. It was no surprise that she was perfect, round globes inviting and smooth, two dusky nipples that were already hard with excitement.

Mystina teased her, hands avoiding her nipples, touching everywhere but there. Lenneth wiggled, she moaned, a low calling of the mage's name. "Mystina.....don't tease me so!"

Mystina smiled, her fingers at last claiming Lenneth's nipples, pinching them gently. Thumb and forefinger rubbed, Lenneth crying out, her eyelids half lowered in pleasure. Mystina continued to rub, playing Lenneth's body, making her squirm. She looked delightful like that, Lezard pretending it was his fingers that touched Lenneth. He watched, hand dropping to the front of his pants, not surprised to find a bulge tenting in the center. He pressed his hand against it, cupping himself, even as he continued to watch his love be tended to by someone other than him.

Mystina bent over Lenneth's chest, her hair falling forward to brush against her skin. Lenneth let out a hiss, the hair surely tickling her. "Hmm....hold still." purred Mystina, reaching to hold onto Lenneth's waist even as one hand squeezed her right breast. Her mouth opened, and Lezard watched, astonished to see the mage mouth Lenneth's nipple.

The sensation of warm wet mouth had Lenneth crying out, the sound pure music to Lezard's ear. He watched as Mystina suckled against Lenneth, his Goddess touching her hair, stroking blonde locks tenderly. She lets out little mews of pleasure, moaning and writhing, her gown slipping lower down to her hips. Lezard continued to press his hand against his crotch, feeling himself twitching in response.

With a gasp, Mystina forced herself away from Lenneth's breasts, Lenneth's hands reaching for her, kissing her. A passionate claiming of the lips, the two clinging to each other, Mystina's hand on the small of Lenneth's back. Fingertips caressing, even as Lenneth tugged and pulled at Mystina's clothing, fingers nimble as she worked open the buttons.

Mystina laughed, Lenneth kissing her neck, teeth flashing as bit down on the delicate skin. She wrenched open the shirt, Lezard unsurprised to see Mystina wore no bra. Mystina was still laughing, Lenneth planting kisses all over her throat, sliding down the top. She licked her collarbone, kisses going lower, planting them in reverent fervor down the slop of the blonde's chest. Lenneth didn't tease her, she went right for a nipple, lips puckering as she kissed it.

"Yes!" shouted Mystina, even as Lenneth's tongue flickered out, Lenneth surely savoring the taste of the mage. Lezard's fingers found the laces to his pants, the mage quickly undoing them. His breath hissed out, fingers sliding inside, touching his hot skin. Trembling, he withdrew himself from the confines of his pants, erection springing forth eagerly.

He teased himself, fingers skirted up and down his length, a mere whisper of a touch that left him groaning. Lenneth was sucking on Mystina's tit, fast hard sucks that tore screams from the blonde. Lezard groaned, imagining it was him that Lenneth mouth, imaging the thrills that would be coursing through his body to feel her sucking so mercilessly on him.

Mystina couldn't take it anymore, falling back on the bed, Lenneth following her. Her hand touched Mystina's legs, and that was all it took for the mage to part them. Lenneth's hand went up higher, disappearing under her short skirt, making the mage scream even more. She wiggled, she moaned, legs spreading wider, flashing Lezard a pantiless sight.

"AH....enough!" Mystina was crying, her hands pushing at Lenneth. One last scream from her, back arching. "Enough!" Lenneth smiled, lifting up her head, slow to withdraw her hand. But when she did, her fingers were glistening, Mystina's juices on them. Lezard's hand closed around his dick, the necromancer moaning as he watched Lenneth put her fingers to her mouth, carefully licking her hand clean.

Mystina continued to lay on the bed, panting heavily. Lenneth all but purred, sucking on the tip of one finger, clearly enjoying herself. Mystina pushed herself up on her elbows, a pout on her face. "That was a dirty trick...!"

"Oh?" Lenneth was all innocence, still licking at her hand. "Making you cum is playing dirty?"

Mystina had the grace to look embarrassed. "No....but....I owe you now..."

Lenneth grinned, Lezard surprised to see her look predatory. "That you do..."

Mystina sat up, quickly pulling off her skirt. She left her stockings on, and Lezard had to admit that the sight of her naked excited him. Before his love for Lenneth, there had been a time when the blonde had played a prominent role in his fantasies. He was gladdened to see the reality matched what he had imagined, but he didn't waste too much thought on the mage. Not when she was reaching for Lenneth's gown, wrenching it off her legs.

Lezard's hand moved, slowly up and down, going wild to see Lenneth completely naked. She was perfect, absolutely and utterly, with platinum curls that caressed her center. Mystina was laying back down on the bed, reaching out her hand, snagging Lenneth by the wrist. She tugged, urging Lenneth on top of her, and together they pressed, flesh on flesh, breasts squished and rubbing together.

One more kiss, and then Lenneth was turning, presenting her rear over Mystina's face. The mage reached up eagerly, nudging her legs further apart, Lezard's hand quickening on his cock. Mystina's tongue came out, the girl giving a small lick at Lenneth's center. Lenneth cried out, and Mystina licked her again, harder this time. Lenneth moaned, she purred, and then she was wrapping her arms around Mystina's thighs, diving face first into her pussy.

Mystina shouted, tongue faltering as she felt Lenneth lick her. Her expression darkened, Lezard could tell she was feeling competitive, determined not to cum before Lenneth did. She renewed her attack, licking vigorously, tongue sliding along Lenneth's slit. Lenneth, his Lenneth, was letting out muffled cries, her hair falling over her face as she licked.

Mystina seemed to have the edge here, Lenneth beginning to squirm, her hips moving, forcing the mage to hold her still. Lenneth whined, trying to grind herself on Mystina's face. Mystina continued to lick, and now she added fingers to her assault, plunging one into Lenneth's moist heat. His Goddess really cried down, soft oohs of appreciation, her eyelids fluttering as she panted. She rested her face on Mystina's thigh, just laying there as the blonde licked.

And when she came it was magnificent, her scream high and wild, even as Mystina continued to lick, eagerly lapping up her juices. His hand was faster now, Lezard feeling close to completion. And when Lenneth screamed for a second time, Lezard bit down on his lip to hold back HIS screams, feeling his body tense. His cock spurted, shooting out cum everywhere...His pants, the floor, even onto Lenneth's clothes.

With a gasp, and a satiated smile, Lezard leaned against the wall, still watching the two women. They had separated, Lenneth lying languidly on the bed. Now more than ever he wanted to go to her, take her in his arms and just hold her. Mystina was standing, her back to him. He could see her arms moving, and then she was turning, flashing a smile at Lenneth. Lezard's eyes widened, seeing she had put on black panties, and a large rubber object protruded from the front. It was a dick, fake thought it might be, there was no mistaking what that was.

It startled him, the thought of the rubber dick going inside Lenneth bothering him more than anything the two women had done. Lenneth watched as Mystina approached her, the blonde pouring some oil onto the rubber. Her fingers gripped it, massaging the liquid over every inch of the dick. Her hands then reached for Lenneth's knees, pushing them apart, spreading them. Lezard gritted his teeth, fighting back the urge to run into the room and stop her. Instead he just watched, looking as Mystina teased Lenneth, rubbing the tip of it against Lenneth's center.

Lenneth cried out, wiggling against it. Mystina grinned and in that moment Lezard hated her. Truly and honestly, a cold dead feeling in the pit of his stomach. True he had killed her, but it had not been hate that motivated him. That had been business, pratical and necessary. This, here was hate, jealousy searing his insides. ~It should be me.~ He thought to himself, watching as she impaled Lenneth with the black dick.

Lenneth screamed, her legs wrapping around Mystina's slender waist. The mage smirked, gripping Lenneth's hips with her hands, and slowly she began to thrust. The strap on moved, sliding easily in and out of Lenneth. Two pairs of breasts bounced, Lenneth moaning and groaning, writhing beneath Mystina. The woman leaned into Lenneth's body, pressing against her, claiming her mouth. Tongues flashed, a greedy sloppy kiss as she thrust.

Lezard stared, his face flushed as he listened to the moans. Mystina seemed to be getting off just from Lenneth's reactions, wiggling and thrusting into the Goddess. At one point he made a sound, and Mystina turned her face in his direction. Her eyes narrowed, seeming to lock onto his and he froze. Did she know? Did she somehow sense he was there? Frozen he stared, watching as a cruel smirk crossed the blonde's face.

Not looking at Lenneth, she continued to pound into the Goddess' body. Lenneth crying out again and again, wanting Mystina to go faster. The two mages stared at each other, and only Lenneth's hands on Mystina's breasts caused the woman to look back at the Goddess. Lenneth guided her forward, leaning in to tenderly bite at the hard points of flesh.

That made Mystina cry out, her hips moving faster yet. Suddenly Lenneth released her, a loud cry coming from her, the Goddess reaching orgasm. She tensed up, arching and then went limp, a smile on her face as she gazed up at Mystina. The blonde leaned down to tenderly kiss her cheek, and then was withdrawing from her body. Again the mage glanced in Lezard's direction, the man feeling panicked.

Lenneth let out a soft giggle, touching Mystina's back, trailing lazy fingers up and down her spine. Mystina smiled, kissing her once more, than climbed off of Lenneth. Her fingers touched her side, unbuckling the panties, letting the strap on drop to the floor. She quickly hopped back into bed, cuddling close to Lenneth. The Goddess eagerly went to her embrace, Mystina wrapping her arms around Lenneth.

Lenneth's eyes fluttered close, the Goddess quick to sleep. Her chest rose and fell, soft breaths from her as she dozed. Mystina kissed her forehead, tenderly stroking her hair. Again she looked at Lezard, and now her lips moved, forming words. "She is mine."

Lezard growled, and Mystina wiggled her fingers in his direction. Suddenly he was falling, sinking through the floor. He screamed, tumbling down, faster and faster he fell, until his tower was in sight. He fell through stones, effortlessly sinking through the floor until at last his body was in view. He slammed into it with the force of a ton of bricks, tendrils wrapping around him, securing him firmly into place.

With a start Lezard sat up, gasping. It had hurt to be forced back into his body, he ached all over. And yet....another part of him hurt for a different reason. His heart pained, he thought back to what he had witnessed, and Mystina's words. "No!" He hissed, struggling to stand. His fists hit the arm rest of his chair, his eyes blazing with promise. "She is MINE!!"