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Ménage à trois	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Ménage à trois
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Along the beaches of the normally calm Isle of Prayer came the sounds of battle. A fairly decent sized group of dark elves were training on the beach. The older ones were viciously instructing the younger fighters on what to do when being over-run by the various creatures. They’d been training for weeks, and for several continual hours that day already. The youngest ones finally gave out and collapsed. Zarolin growled in disdain. The younger generation was too weak. He glanced over at the few of them who were older than those who’d collapsed and yet still younger than him. Three of them stood out in his mind.
Shin, a quiet, solitary elf. He was known to be sympathetic to light elves, not a particularly good trait, but one that made him quite useful whenever they needed to deal with their lighter cousins. Micardrin, an assassin like Shin, but far from solitary. Micardrin liked to rub elbows with those in powerful positions, such as Lord Nathavin. And then there was Farouk, an archer who was almost a complete mystery to him. If Shin was quiet, then Farouk was silent. He was good with various poisons and other herbal applications such as sleeping and healing potions and the like. He spent most of his free time gathering various types of vegetation and mixing them into various elixirs and potions.
Even now, as Farouk noticed that the younger trainees were likely going to be out of commission for some hours to come while they rested, he separated from the group and began to again gather vegetation. Interestingly, Micardrin and Shin left to go with him. That gave him a brief pause before he realized the other two might simply being going in the same direction. Shin liked to fish and had a set of fishing supplies hidden nearby and Micardrin...liked to irritate both of the other two. He vaguely wondered who Micardrin would bother today. Farouk and Shin had both threatened to injure him severely enough to warrant being sent back to the caverns, but Micardrin was unphased by the threats and simply did as he pleased. It wouldn’t be long however before one or both decided to send him home.
Shin and Farouk looked at one another briefly and then simply vanished in front of Micardrin. Unknown to Micardrin, they’d planned this. The fight was over swiftly. Farouk appeared behind Micardrin and fired a single arrow, grazing the elf’s shoulder and depositing a fast acting paralysis potion while Shin reappeared directly in front of him and used his dagger to inflict a nasty wound across the upper portion of his chest. Neither would kill him, but both together ensured that he would have to return to their caverns to heal. Micardrin cursed them both as Farouk stuffed a scroll of escape into Micardrin’s hands and broke the seal. The magic swiftly took effect, and he was deposited in the healer’s chambers of the caverns.
Shin glanced at Farouk. “There’s some fairly decent plant life where I’ve been fishing if you want to see if there is anything useful to you over there.” The archer nodded in reply. “I’m running low on some materials that can only be found here near the water and so far, I haven’t found what I’m looking for.” The two continued to talk quietly with one another. Neither exactly fit in with the others of their kind and had formed a bond of sorts. Finally, Farouk asked the question that had been nagging at him for a while. “I’ve heard that you are, friendly, to our light cousins. May I ask why?” It wasn’t as if he himself had any real problems with them, he tended to avoid them whenever he could simply because it seemed they had a problem with him. Shin had a reputation for actually attempting to converse with them, even if it put him in danger of direct attack. With a shrug, Shin replied. “They are elves. Not humans, or dwarves, or anything else. Elves. I don’t think we should be fighting with one another. Trying to talk to them just seems, natural.” Farouk stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “In all of my experiences, they only want to kill me.” Shin turned to face him and grinned. “That’s the most fun part, breaking through their defenses and desire to kill you on the spot.” The two had now reached Shin’s fishing spot and each began their respective activities.
For several hours nothing happened. Shin caught fish and Farouk scavenged for plants for his potions. However, when it came time to cook the fish, he swiftly reached out and stopped Shin from seasoning the fish with a particular plant. “No! Not that one.” Shin looked at him curiously. He’d used the plant before and had no ill effects. He trusted the archer’s word however and didn’t use the plant as seasoning, instead handing it over to Farouk. “What’s wrong with that one?” Farouk chuckled a bit and smiled, “Have you ever noticed that sometimes you feel a little, ‘restless’, after consuming this leaf?” Shin thought about it and shook his head no, “I put quite a bit of different herbs and seasonings on the fish when I cook, each specific to the type of fish. Why?” Farouk laughed. “This is an aphrodisiac. There’s no denying it would make for excellent seasoning as it does taste quite good, but if you get the proportion slightly wrong, you could end up with a rather inconvenient problem.”
Shin’s jaw dropped before laughing as well. “Good to know then.” Farouk smiled mischievously, “When I was much younger, younger than even these fools we’re helping to train, I would sometimes spike some of our light cousins food with it. When they’ve had a sufficient amount, they are quite different.” Shin gaped at him. “Have you ever...?” Farouk held his hands up and shook his head. “No, I’ve never witnessed anything other than what might be described as drunken behavior. But, as I said, enough of this and there will be issues. It was fun to watch them get effectively drunk and not know why, seeing as they had not consumed wine or the sort.” Shin could only imagine how a drunk light elf might look and laughed as well. The two realized it was late and Shin stashed his fishing pole carefully and the two returned to the others for the night.
The next morning, Starr rode her horse along the beach. Her patrol path took her along this stretch of beach every nine days. She swore colorfully in her language. There was nowhere near enough people patrolling these beaches. She’d already caught several humans and a handful of orc’s poaching the local wildlife without the proper permits from Innadril Castle. Her horse shuffled nervously under her. She paused and focused, she could just make out the sounds of fighting. Clutching the reins more firmly, she urged the horse forwards, towards the sounds of combat. It wasn’t long before she spied a small regiment of dark elves training on the beach.
Her mouth thinned into a hard line as the horse gained speed and rushed towards them, her magic causing the waves of the ocean to loom larger with every inward swell toward the beach. Upon reaching them, she snarled angrily at them. “Dark elves are not permitted in Innadril Territory! It is forbidden and off limits to the likes of you!” Farouk and Shin watched her, weapons drawn as was ordered by Zarolin, but they noticed that she had no fear of just how many dark elves she was facing. Either she was brave, stupid, or quite powerful.
Zarolin stared at the light elf on the horse. “Make us leave then.” He challenged softly, pulling his own weapon. Now was as good a time as any to see if the new trainees had what it took to face down a true opponent. He knew this particular light elf, she would not go down easily.
Starr quickly called the ocean forth and drenched all of them with a huge wave of water. Farouk aimed his arrow and fired, only to hit a solid layer of ice that had formed around her. He cursed and drew another arrow, he could hear Zarolin cursing and giving orders to the trainees to stand their ground and not run. It didn’t sound like he was having much luck. Starr’s lips twisted into a feral grin as she watched the young elves scatter, ice shards flew from her fingertips as she raced toward them, her horse leaping over Zarolin who was surprised to find that his sword cut through the animal without damaging it, only being splashed with water for his efforts.
Shin meanwhile had hidden himself and was studying her intently. She used water and ice. She created daggers and threw them, she had surprised Farouk and created a bow as powerful as his and had forced him to take cover, and even her horse was a spelled creation of water. He swiftly ran up to Farouk and motioned him to be quiet and then used his ability to hide them both. Together they watched as she went one on one against Zarolin and quickly killed him. She threw a disdainful look at the younger elves and snarled at them to leave. They did, quickly.
As she began to repair the damage to the beach, Shin and Farouk came to a mutual decision. They would follow her, for now. As they watched in silence, her horse rematerialized from the ocean and she swung back up onto it’s back and once again began her patrol as if nothing had happened.
As she left, the two looked back and forth at one another and the now dead Zarolin. “Powerful...” Farouk muttered quietly. He glanced at Shin and noticed that he was still extremely focused on the direction she’d taken. “Let’s follow her.” Shin suggested excitedly. He had only heard of her, but he’d always wanted to speak to her. There was no question in his mind that this was Starr. Farouk wasn’t so sure, “She’s dangerous Shin...” Shin glanced back at him, grinning widely. “Half the fun! Come on, I’ve got a good feeling about this!” With a sigh, Farouk followed him. They first retrieved their belongings from the fishing pond Shin had been using and then quickly began tracking the prints the horse made in the sand. “She’ll stop for the night.” Shin stated confidently, knowing enough about light elves to know that she wouldn’t risk continuing at night when she couldn’t see properly.
It wasn’t long before they caught up to her. Her magic horse was nowhere in sight and Shin and Farouk quickly formulated a plan to ambush her. They waited until she was asleep and then Farouk snuck in quietly and gave her a small dose of the paralytic potion by ever so slightly nicking her with the tip of an arrow. It would be enough to slow her movements and prevent her from calling on her magic, but otherwise no ill effects. They wanted to talk to her, not fight her.
Starr woke as soon as she felt the slight burn on her arm. She looked down and saw the faint outline of blood trickling from a slight wound. Startled that something had managed to sneak up on her, she tried to jump up quickly but found that she couldn’t move as fast as before. She felt, slow, sluggish. When she tried to call up her magic, she was shocked to find that she couldn’t. A noise to her left caused her to look in that direction as quickly as she could, which wasn’t very quick she was disheartened to discover. The dark elven archer from earlier stared back at her quietly. She snapped at him in light elvish and he tilted his head to the side curiously, not understanding her. She sighed and tried again in the human language, stupid dark elves, they should at least understand the words she’d just spoken even if they didn’t (and they shouldn’t really) understand the light elven language in its entirety. “Get away from me, spawn of Shilen!”
Shin appeared behind her and lightly tapped her shoulder. “Relax. We only want to talk with you.”
Starr spun around and faced him, uncomfortable with knowing that they’d somehow slowed her reaction time and were preventing her from using her magic. “I don’t want to talk with you!”
“That much is painfully obvious.” Farouk stated as he approached closer, his curiosity overwhelming his regard for personal safety. Why had he not thought of using the paralytic like this before? He cursed himself a fool a thousand times over for not realizing that it could be used like this. Although, to be fair to himself, he’d never considered using such a low dose in the first place as it was meant to render the target completely immobile, not simply partially. He continued toward her. “But we would like to speak with you.”
Starr swung her gaze between the two of them while stepping away slightly, and agonizingly slowly, so that they were both in front of her. “You lie, no dark elf wants to talk. Leave!” Shin smirked at Farouk, “They are so stubborn.” Farouk never took his eyes off of her as he answered. “Indeed.” Farouk then reached out and insistently pushed her to sit on the ground. “No sense in standing, he’s going to fish anyway.” He told her while Shin simply laughed. Starr was appalled to find herself pushed down and easily held there by the unknown archer while the assassin simply began to ready the fishing pole. “You were quite courteous, choosing to make camp near a fishing pond.” Shin informed her.
“To hell with you and your fishing.” She snarked, realizing that for now, she was powerless until whatever they’d done wore off. “That’s not very nice.” Shin chided her, amusement clear in his voice. She huffed and looked away from him. “It certainly wasn’t.” Farouk agreed, his hand raising and gently gliding over her hair. He caught himself and quickly snatched his hand away. His action hadn’t gone unnoticed by Shin who lifted an eyebrow at him and spoke in dark elvish. “Exactly what’s gotten into you?”
Farouk glanced at him briefly before returning his gaze to the light elf next to him. “She’s pretty, and her hair is so different from dark elven women.” Shin glanced back at her, she was pretty, there was no denying that, however, “We’re here to talk to her, remember? Talk.” He stated firmly. “Not get carried away with her.” Farouk’s eyes glittered as they returned to Shin’s. “Have you never wondered what they are like? What are we missing?” Shin decided to squash this line of thought immediately. “No, I haven’t.” He lied. Of course, he had, but there were lines that he wouldn’t cross. His companion seemed to understand this. “What if we convinced her?” Shin glared at him. How the hell were they supposed to ‘convince’ her?
Starr looked back and forth at them, uncomfortable with the fact that they were speaking entirely in dark elvish. She was really uncomfortable with the fact that the archer kept reaching out and playing with her hair.
“Come on, Shin. Let me try to convince her. I won’t do anything dishonorable.” Shin debated for a moment. “You have tonight and tomorrow. You can only use discussion, no force, and none of the special herb I know you have with you. Do anything that even remotely looks questionable, and I assure you, you will never be able to satisfy any woman ever again.” Farouk nodded, “You have my word.” Shin sighed and continued to fish and listen to the conversation. He had no hope that it would go anywhere in the direction Farouk so clearly wanted it to.
For several hours they each questioned her, and little by little she began talking. It was clear to both of them that the only reason she was talking was to buy herself time until the potion wore off and she could properly kill them. By now, Shin was more interested in knowing even more about her and did not admonish Farouk when he slyly administered another dose of the potion concealed in a small cup of wine. It worked better applied directly to the bloodstream, but this method worked as well. Both of them realized the more she drank, the more she spoke with them. She was still rather acid tongued, but she wasn’t as stubborn as before. By now Shin had caught some fish and was cooking it for them to eat. Now seated and facing them, he noticed something he’d missed earlier. Farouk was quite handsy. He was constantly touching her in some way.
Farouk had every intention of this going the way he wanted. Shin had mentioned no force, and no ‘special’ herb. He had not mentioned that he couldn’t touch her. The more she drank, the more she allowed him to play with her hair, that had progressed to small, feather light touches to her arms and hands. “You’re pushing the limits...” Shin growled lowly in dark elvish. “She’s not resisting and she’s still more sober than not.” Farouk replied. Shin scowled at him before taking a look at her. Farouk was more right than not. She was still fairly sober and while she occasionally pushed his hand away, it wasn’t forceful.
Starr was more than aware of what the archer wanted, but she was hesitant. She allowed his small, yet overt, touches and had shared several heated glances with him, but...she glanced at the assassin. It was clear he wasn’t interested and was holding the archer back. Unlike most light elven females, she wasn’t pure. She’d known the touch of men, mostly human men, and found it to be quite enjoyable. Even though she hated dark elves, that hadn’t kept her from secretly wondering about them. She wanted to get pleasantly drunk and enjoy the experience the archer was so blatantly offering, but she wasn’t sure about the assassin. He seemed not to share the archer’s interest, and she’d never bedded two men together. That was a line she’d never crossed before, but the more she drank, the more she thought about it. She took another sip of wine and watched the assassin plate the fish up. Her thoughts turned to how to either get him to leave, not very likely, or how to get him to at least stop bothering the archer.
Farouk watched her intently, evaluating her mood once again. He’d been with many women and knew that she was receptive to his advances, he just needed to convince Shin now. He didn’t know how, advanced, the other elf was where it concerned women, he assumed he’d been with at least enough to read their body language though. Perhaps he was a little too careful when it came to the light elves because they interested him so greatly in a manner other than simple bedding, and therefore never allowed himself to fully examine their body language? Speaking quietly, he challenged Shin to watch her reactions to him. Shin nodded, quietly and firmly reiterating his earlier warning about going too far.
Farouk reached out and tugged her plate and fork from her hands and set it on the ground beside her. He used her momentary confusion at his actions to bring her wrists behind her back and hold them with one hand while he used his other to lightly tie a piece of seaweed around them. It was tight enough that she couldn’t escape it, but loose enough to not cause pain or discomfort. He picked up his plate and fork and speared some of the fish and offered it to her. “Eat.”
Confusion spread across her face. What the hell was he doing? She could feel the gaze of the assassin as he watched with interest. Slowly, she leaned forward slightly and took the fish from the fork. Farouk offered her some of his wine next and again she accepted the offering, still confused as hell. Shin however was not confused. This was a method used by dark elven women. For them it was all about control and punishment. They punished males by controlling whether they ate or not and feeding them from their own plates ensured that the men knew that it was the women who sustained them. This was a mere play on that. And she was willingly complying, sort of. She was confused, but when Farouk took a sip of wine from the goblet and leaned forward, she very clearly got the general idea. She leaned forward and kissed him, accepting the wine and swallowing it.
Farouk cast a quick glance at Shin. “Willing enough for you?” Shin simply nodded, not quite sure what to make of the situation yet, but he couldn’t deny that he was now quite interested in the show he was getting. Again, Farouk gave her another sip of wine from his goblet. He took her goblet and emptied the contents into his and once more offered the wine. She refused and nodded toward the fish. Farouk obliged her and then re-offered the wine, which she drank this time. Farouk noticed that she was far more relaxed than before and set the plate aside. He ran his hands through her hair and gripped it firmly as he kissed her fully. She hesitated for only a second as she remembered the other elf sitting to the side but eventually gave in and kissed back. Farouk gently laid her back and began to caress her through the thin night clothes she was wearing. His hand cupped her breast and gently massaged it while he kissed her and slowly brought his mouth to her other breast and gently nibbled and suckled on it. Briefly he wondered why Shin was not participating, or at least asking to. “I’m not opposed to sharing her if she’ll allow it.” He informed Shin, taking a glance at the assassin as his hand traveled low on her body and sliding between her legs. Shin could not deny that he wanted her, slowly he approached, and Farouk leaned back to allow her a chance to see Shin. Leaning forward, Shin swept his hand over and through her hair, allowing her to understand that he wished to be part of this and was also allowing her to make the choice to allow him or not. To his surprise, she leaned her head into his hand. “Looks as if she’s in agreement.” Farouk chuckled. Starr meanwhile had decided that for tonight, she’d allow them to all have fun, tomorrow, she’d kill the two and no one would ever be the wiser regarding her indiscretions.
“More drink!” Farouk proclaimed victoriously. He filled both his and Shin’s goblets and took a swig from his and leaned down and gave her another kiss, letting her drink from his mouth. Starr leaned back and watched as Farouk began to undress, but she wasn’t left alone. Shin had begun to trail his hands over her body. He leaned over her and kissed her fully, tasting the wine, and began to lightly nip his way down her neck and across her chest. Without much thought, he took her nightrobe and pulled it up and over her head. It got caught on her bound hands but he didn’t worry about that at the moment. Farouk watched as Shin explored her body, his hand drifting to her and gently grazing along her cleft before dipping inside and teasing her even more.
Her soft moan as she bucked upward had both of them grinning lustfully. Her eyes opened and gazed at Shin. She moved her hips slightly and to his surprise he found his fingers entering her. He kissed her deeply as he began thrusting his fingers inside of her. Farouk meanwhile had stripped entirely and was now watching Shin and giving himself long strokes. “Move, so I can untie her hands.” His voice was filled with need and Shin complied, ready to get rid of his own armor. As he undressed, he watched Farouk slice through the seaweed and her hands immediately came forward and began to caress him as she repositioned herself on her knees. His actions paused completely when he watched her take Farouk’s length into her mouth and begin to energetically bob her head up and down. Farouk gripped her hair and held it up and away from her face so that both he and Shin could see her better. One of her hands came up and gripped Farouk and stroked him in time with her mouth. Farouk groaned in pleasure before withdrawing from her.
Her gaze swung to Shin and she beckoned him over. He wasted no time and soon her hands were gripping him and pumping up and down along his shaft. She could tell that her actions were surprising the assassin and grinned up at him. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she slowly began taking him into her mouth, using her tongue to tease him while she gently tugged at his balls. She slowly dragged her mouth back up and to his even further surprise, gave the tip a kiss and winked at him before taking him fully into her mouth again and this time she wasn’t slow about it. She moved quickly, bobbing her head up and down while using one hand to stroke what she currently wasn’t getting into her mouth. However, she soon removed her hand and again looked at him and very slowly took in a deep breath and took him all the way into her mouth. She held there for as long as she could, teasing him with her tongue and swallowing around his length. When she came back up for air, she planted small kisses along the length and smiled at him. Farouk stepped forward and grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth onto him, she’d favored Shin and he didn’t feel especially happy about that. Starr couldn’t help but laugh around the archer’s length. She’d pissed him off it seemed. But he soon forgot about it as he thrust into her mouth, being careful not to do anything that might anger her and invoke the wrath of her teeth dragging painfully upon him. Meanwhile, she again reached out for Shin and gripped his length with her hand, stroking him while she continued to bob and suck on Farouk. Shin reached down and began caressing her breasts while lightly thrusting into her hand. He was rewarded by her pushing her chest forward and into his hands. She switched from Farouk to Shin, for some reason, she decided she liked him better. Farouk meanwhile walked behind her and knelt down. Enough play, gripping her thighs, he spread them open and teased her entrance with his fingers before pushing them into her and thrusting them in and out of her.
She moaned on Shin as her eyes fluttered closed briefly. He gripped her hair gently and began to thrust into her mouth. Before long, Farouk slid his shaft across her several times before thrusting into her fully. Starr lifted her head up and off of Shin as she groaned in pleasure briefly before returning to her mouth to Shin. Farouk pounded away at her, bouncing her back and forth on Shin.
While Shin was very much enjoying himself, he was getting irritated with Farouk, but he didn’t know why. For several moments he tried to push the irritation away but couldn’t. With a deadly growl, he snapped to the archer. “Don’t release inside her.” Farouk’s gaze snapped to Shin’s and realized that the assassin had gone feral. Sharing was one thing, but he was growing possessive. Farouk simply agreed. He wanted a good fuck, and he was getting one, he didn’t want to lose his life over it. But it was awfully tempting to release inside her. Deciding not to tempt fate, he withdrew and suggested switching places.
Shin also withdrew and, in less time, than it took Starr to blink, they had changed places. Farouk guided her mouth onto him and had begun to tease her breasts, pulling and massaging them. Shin meanwhile took his time, teasing and probing her with his fingers. He thrust them in and out slowly, twisting them occasionally, until he found the spot that made her cry out, though her cry was muffled. Farouk shuddered as the vibrations from her attempt to scream rippled through him. “Again. Do it again.” He growled. He would honor Shin’s demand that he not release in her hot little snatch, but her mouth was a different story. Shin repeated his actions, enjoying hearing her squeal, not enjoying knowing what Farouk was doing.
Farouk thrust faster into her mouth and suddenly ground to a halt, releasing himself down her throat, groaning loudly. He refrained from holding her in place, he desperately wanted her to swallow it all, but knew that some women preferred not to. He was pleasantly surprised when she swallowed it almost greedily. Even more surprised when she began to clean him up using her mouth.
Shin’s eyes narrowed, enough of that! His hand reached around and gripped her throat, squeezing firmly enough to get her attention and stop her actions, but not enough to cause harm or seriously impede her breathing. Unconsciously reverting to dark elvish, he growled. “Do not clean him.” Starr stayed perfectly still, she wasn’t sure what had happened, but the dynamic between the two of them had clearly changed and it was now the assassin who was in charge of this little tryst. She also had no idea what he’d said, but she knew it was directed at her. Up until now, they’d used the human language to communicate with her.
Farouk pulled away from her and leaned down to give her a small, very chaste, kiss on her nose. “He doesn’t want you to clean me.” He informed her. This may have started off as his idea, but it was quickly becoming apparent that the light elf had inflamed his friend beyond more than just a casual experimental fuck.
Shin waited until Farouk had completely backed away and then plunged his entire length into her. She screamed at the abruptness of his action. The ferocity with which the assassin was thrusting into her was thrilling on a whole new level. She leaned forward, her forehead on the ground as she moaned. Shin reached around and found the little love bud hidden within her folds and teased it mercilessly. She bucked back against him, bearing down on his hand and screamed her release. Shin rode through it and didn’t give her time to recover before he flipped her onto her back and pinned her hands above her head. Again, he plunged into her. He bit and nipped at her neck and breasts. Using his free hand, he pulled her leg up tightly against him. His thrusts became erratic as his pleasure built upon itself. Before he found his release he spoke unconsciously and without thinking. “Akor kalan quar selds, ryld dne hael, yb les, dra!” He then plunged in and hilted, releasing inside her, clutching her tightly to him.
Starr’s mouth opened in a silent scream as she twisted underneath him. She was caught in a wave of pleasure, but she could also feel the effects of some kind of spell taking hold. Something had happened, she just didn’t know what. As she began to come down from her pleasure induced high, she felt incredibly sleepy and within moments she could barely move. She felt the assassin lift his weight from her and could just make out the fact that he was speaking to the archer, but the words were indistinct, as if she were hearing them from underwater. Soon though, she passed out.
Farouk stared at Shin in shocked amazement. But also, no small amount of irritability. “You fool! Why did you do that?!” Shin gazed up at him, he knew full well what Farouk meant, but he was too consumed from the aftershocks of pleasure to answer him, which lead to Farouk thinking he didn’t understand the question. “Why did you bind her to you?! Do you realize that you spelled her to you?! ‘Akor kalan quar selds, ryld dne hael, yb les, dra.’ In the human tongue that means, ‘First elven eternal vow, branded and marked, by law, lover.”
Shin grinned tiredly at Farouk. “I know what it means. No, I don’t know why I did it. It just, felt right.” The two stared at her for several minutes before Farouk broke the silence, his momentary anger forgotten. What was done, was done. “As long as I obey and honor the vow you made to her, can we still share her?”
Shin thought about that for a very long while. He wasn’t fond of the idea but felt she should have a say in the matter since she had quite obviously enjoyed having both of them together. “If she agrees to it, then I will abide by her wish.” Farouk nodded, agreeing. He knew that most likely she would agree to their terms. Now, he just had to see if he could eventually get Shin to share more than just her mouth with him.
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