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Paying the Rent	By : ThePairingGuy Category: +G through L > Golden Sun Views: 3486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun, and hence the milieu of this fic as well as two of the characters are property of Nintendo and Camelot. I did create the characters Minra, Sheron, and Aryaka, but I make no money from this fic. Send no donations.

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They had finished eating dinner, and Felix was putting Minra to bed. Once he was sure she was soundly resting in her crib, he returned to find Karst was still working on the dishes.
He watched her for a moment, studying the mussy cascade of her hair down her shoulders, the way the spray of the water left rivulets running along her warm, hard-working flesh. It amazed him how she looked so beautiful without even trying to be. She was wearing a brown sweater of tough wool, the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, and a pair of plain, baggy pants. Yet her purely casual appearance and dress somehow made her all the more sexy in that moment.
She was wiping down the last of the plates. Not saying a word, he came up behind her, put his arms around her waist, and leaned down to kiss her jaw.
Karst’s only response was a soft murmur of acknowledgment. Felix didn’t mind. As was often the case, he liked the challenge of overcoming disinterest in his mate. The trick was not to rush things or do anything too drastic; that would just make her pull away and outright refuse him.
He kissed her cheek, letting her feel the warm air of his breath as he slid a hand in under her sweater on the opposite side and glided upwards, enjoying the smooth feminine curve of her side and the warmth of her Proxian skin, making sure to stop short of her breast. Karst only giggled with bemusement at this, but that was progress.
He moved his kisses on to her long ear, occasionally nibbling but never biting her lobe. His other hand slid under the sweater, and he began massaging her back. He could very quickly win this game by being rough – biting her, or hitting, or yanking her hair. Karst was capable of resisting tenderness and passion, but not aggression. But that would be too easy. Besides, much as he enjoyed those sexual romps which left the bed sheets stained with both their blood, he also loved Karst, and so ultimately took more satisfaction in bringing her pleasure than pain. It was gratifying to feel the tension release from her back as his fingers kneaded her taut flesh, to hear her groan with soft pleasure.
With this stage he took his time; Karst hadn’t opened up to the prospect of sex yet, but she was also enjoying his hands untensing and pleasuring the tight muscles of her back far too much to break things off at this point. He had nothing to gain and potentially too much to lose to cut the massage short. So he kept it up, savoring the heat of her skin, the soft noises of appreciation she was making, and his body’s stirring arousal.
When he felt the time was right, he planted a kiss on the side of her neck, and was rewarded with an astonished gasp from his lover. He kissed there again, sucking lightly on her skin, and moved one of his hands around her left side. This time he ran his hand across the lovely curve of her breast, before teasingly pulling back.
“Felix...” she hissed with the sudden realization that she was not going to stop Felix from taking this where he wanted it to go.
She turned herself around in his arms to face him, and Felix’s heart pounded at the hunger he saw in her eyes. He promised himself that he would not disappoint her.
Suddenly Kart’s eyes turned away from his face, as if seeing something over his shoulder. And she said, “I’ll go get Sheron.”
She walked past him, out the door of their apartment.
Felix cursed. Even though it had just been a couple days since their discussion, he’d forgotten that they’d agreed to let Sheron know the next time they were “in the mood” so that they could have their threesome. Something about the way Karst turned him on made him forget things like that. He’d been so looking forward to a good lovemaking session with her.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he called after Karst.
She glared back at him. “We already discussed this.”
“Yeah...” he grudgingly admitted, and she left.
He growled in frustration at himself for not having found some way out of this. It wasn’t just that he loved having sex with Karst and didn’t want to waste his cock on anyone else. Much as Karst affected to have a “liberated” attitude about sex, he knew her well enough to know that the very idea of his having sex with anyone else upset her. A healthy sense of jealousy was in her compounded by feelings of inferiority; no matter how many times a lovemaking session ended with him gasping out praises for her prowess at satisfying him, she seemed perpetually afraid that as soon as he tried out someone else, his experiences with her would seem like painful drudgeries by comparison. Felix really didn’t think it was even possible for him to surpass the times he’d had with Karst with another woman, but that wouldn't reduce the hurt Karst was going to feel when he fucked their landlord. Even if they were fucking her together.
There was no use in dwelling on it, though. He went and got his pouch of mud out from its hiding place.
He felt the arousal starting to wane from his dick, and rubbed it a bit through his pants while visualizing Karst pulling off that sweater to keep it going. He had no experience in this sort of thing, and so couldn't imagine how it was likely to play out, but given how much the whole idea repulsed him, he figured the safest thing to do was to keep his weapon loaded.
After just a minute or two Karst returned, Sheron following behind her. Sheron was wearing a low-cut dress that showed off a quite impressive cleavage, and Felix wished that she were a less conventionally beautiful woman. While he appreciated a great pair of tits as much as the next man, over time he’d grown particularly attached to Karst’s. Long story short, he didn’t think Sheron’s looks would make this any more painless, and they were certain to make Karst’s feelings of inferiority worse.
“So...” Sheron said nervously. “How do we start this?”
Karst had anticipated that she would have to take charge. Felix was too uncomfortable with the whole idea to come up with anything, and despite having been the one to suggest the threesome, Sheron clearly wasn’t exactly the sexually adventurous type. If she were, she’d have found people who would enjoy doing this with her, instead of coercing her tenants into doing it.
Of course, I’m not exactly a veteran at this either, Karst admitted to herself. But I’m not afraid to try anything with Felix, and that includes this. I just have to take what I’ve learned from having sex with him and apply it here as best I can.
“First, we take it to the bedroom,” Karst said aloud. “Then I think we should do it the way you suggested… Felix and I will start, and then you can ‘join in’, as you put it. Felix is a little uncomfortable about this, so that will ease him in, and it will let you see how we do things before you jump into the thick of it.”
Sheron nodded. “That makes sense.”
That settled, Karst allowed herself no hesitation. As soon as they reached the bedroom, she reached down and pulled off both her sweater and the shirt underneath in one go. Next came the pants and underwear.
When she was finished, Felix was standing in front of her, mostly undressed. He still had his boxers on, but at least they were showing a large tent. The real problem was, he wasn’t moving.
Karst slipped her arms around his neck and cocked her head at him. “Well?” she said.
“Karst,” he whispered to her, “...I can’t do this. Not in front of someone else.”
Oh, good grief. She pressed her body against him, simultaneously presenting to Sheron the illusion that things were progressing and giving her the opportunity to whisper directly into his ear: “You’re doing it. And when Sheron steps in, you’re going to fuck her too. Or so help me, I’ll rip your sorry excuse for balls right off.”
“Karst, this is wrong,” he whispered back. “And maybe once we were the sort of people who would justify doing things like this, but now? Damn it, our daughter is sleeping in the next room!”
“And she’s the reason we have to do this,” she answered, her tone softening now. Threats have never intimidated Felix anyway. “You know that if we don’t this, we’ve failed her.” Continuing to keep up appearances, she slid her leg up the inside of Felix’s thigh. She couldn't tell if his responding groan of arousal was an act or not. “I don’t want to beg you for this, Felix, but for her sake I will.”
“You don’t have to,” he said, but still gave her no response but a kiss on the cheek. “You know I love Minra more than my life. But I just can’t make myself do this.”
“You can. I’ll be with you. Just pretend that Sheron isn’t here. Just think of me...” she whispered, and then, to throw him a surprise, she sank her teeth into the side of his neck, hard enough to draw blood.
Sheron gasped at the sudden violence of the move, all the more startling since the moment before the two of them had seemingly been whispering sweet nothings and kisses to each other. Felix gave a harsh grunt of mingled pain, shock, and pleasure. He writhed for a moment, relishing the feel of Karst’s teeth in his flesh. Then he grabbed hold of her shoulders, disregarding the minor cuts her spikes made into his palms, and slammed the two of them together onto the bed. The impact stunned Karst just enough that she released Felix’s neck, and now she was securely pinned beneath him. He grinned at her in triumph and lust, having successfully forgotten that Sheron was watching them.
Sheron was astonished. She had known Felix and Karst were noisy when they had sex, but had assumed it was simply from the intensity of their passion; it never occurred to her that they might be violent in their lovemaking. Nor had she ever thought that such aggressive sex might be… exciting. Watching Felix eagerly kiss and suckle Karst’s teats while his still-bloody hands squeezed her tight ass hard enough to leave bruises, and realizing her delighted moans were as much a tribute to the harsher treatment as to the more tender one, Sheron could not deny that she felt her snatch growing warmer and wetter in response.
As nervous as she had been when this started, she now knew that she had to participate. She began frantically stripping out of her clothes. She was no longer even slightly ashamed at having people she barely knew see her naked and aroused; she just didn’t want to miss out on any of this.
Karst was beginning to feel delirious with arousal; her nipples were wonderfully hard from Felix’s oral treatment, and his rough handling of her buttocks was quite invigorating to the growing heat in her loins. Moreover, for all her disdain over his hesitation to participate in this, any man who would so eagerly make love to her after all the pain she’d dealt him in the past was a brave man indeed, and that turned her on all the more. As he let go of her buttocks, now reaching for the strip of scales along the top of her breasts, she grabbed hold of his boxers and frantically ripped them in two, exposing his member. She seized it, making him grunt in mild astonishment. Feeling that she had already got him up to maximum hardness, she gave a purr of satisfaction.
Before she could carry that thought any further, though, Felix’s hands were pressing into her breast scales, making the sensitive nerves underneath sing with delight. Her head involuntarily shot back, her hand releasing his cock. “Oh gods! Felix!” she cried out.
When that first moment of blinding pleasure had passed, she saw Sheron standing near the bed, naked, with feminine fluids trickling down her leg. She clearly wanted to get involved, but was unsure of how to insert herself into the proceedings.
Fortunately, Karst had an idea. “Sheron – ah! – get onto the bed. At the count – oh! - count of three, I’m going to – mmm, yeah – going to flip Felix over. Then you can – yes, right there, Felix, oh yes – get onto his cock, while I – OH, SWEET FUCKING GODS YES!!! FUCK ME!!!”
While Karst was looking at and talking to Sheron, she had naturally failed to notice Felix positioning his raging hard-on at her entrance, which caused this last exclamation to come without warning when he rammed it into her. The sudden feeling of Felix inside her, so eagerly anticipated by her body yet so unexpected by her mind, nearly made her come right there.
Meanwhile, Sheron was left staring at the couple ferociously making love in front of her, still uncertain of how she should take part now that the plan Karst had been delivering to her had been nixed.
It took quite an effort – Felix was quite proficient at fucking her so good that she couldn’t think straight – but Karst realized that if she didn’t get Sheron involved immediately, they were in danger of being kicked out of their apartment. If this threesome ended up being a twosome, the deal would unquestionably be off.
Felix was of no help. In his enthralled state, he had completely forgotten that Sheron was even there, forgotten everything but the joy of thrusting himself inside the hot, tight cunt of the woman he loved.
It was up to Karst. Fighting every urge she had, she stopped herself from pumping her hips in time with Felix’s thrusts and instead wrapped her legs around his pelvis in a vice grip, forcing him to stop with his manhood fully sheathed inside her. “Sheron!” she yelled. “Get up on the bed and kneel over my head!”
She came off sounding more angry than helpful, but to her relief, Sheron did as she said. Felix, predictably, was more difficult. Ignoring Sheron, he tried to force Karst’s legs apart so he could resume screwing her.
“Right in front of you is a much better set of tits than mine,” she hissed at him. “I’ll open my legs when you start in on them.”
In truth, Karst doubted she could hold Felix off if she had to; he was strong enough to pry her legs apart, and skilled enough at pleasuring her that he could easily get her to spread them of her own volition. Thankfully, though, he had enough sense to do as she said. As his lips embraced one of Sheron’s massive teats, earning a moan of pleasure, Karst allowed him to resume giving her pussy the action it craved.
It was just as well that her original plan hadn’t worked out, Karst reflected. Felix wasn’t prone to going off prematurely, but inside the cunt of a new woman, there was no telling, especially in his present state of arousal. And Felix potentially impregnating their landlord was something all three of them most emphatically did not want. There were other holes to fuck, of course, but given that this threesome was for Sheron’s benefit, she couldn't see the sense in having her give Felix a blow job. And Karst had asked Sheron how she felt about anal sex ahead of time; her answer was a blank look.
Besides… Karst liked having Felix’s prick all to herself. He was damn good at using it.
Felix was also thoroughly enjoying the experience his loins were getting. He was beginning to feel less aggrieved that his anticipated love fest with Karst had been intruded upon by a third wheel and more appreciative that if he had to have sex with the landlord, at least Karst was there to make the experience more endurable, and even pleasurable.
Which was not to say that he was anywhere near as happy with what his upper half was up to. One of the nice things about having sex with one person at a time, at least when it was someone you were in love with, was watching the euphoria you were causing in their eyes, so Felix didn’t appreciate having his view of Karst’s face obscured, even by an attractive pair of breasts. And while they certainly looked nice, Sheron's breasts weren’t as much fun to mouth as Karst’s. Even now, when she was nursing, Karst’s breasts were small enough that he could take one entirely into his mouth to give it a thorough working over. With Sheron’s massive boobs he had to work his way around, one curve at a time, going as quickly as he could for fear of dissatisfying her and thereby endangering their deal to pay the rent. He didn’t like that her breast scales were more centrally located than Karst’s, either; that was one part of a woman’s anatomy that it seemed should not be hard. It was a struggle to keep his mind on the job, too, while his crank was getting such satisfaction from Karst’s pussy. To his relief, Sheron started moaning with pleasure.
It occurred to Karst that she should be giving Felix a helping hand. While the thought of sexual contact with a member of her own gender was distinctly repulsive to her, a little fingering seemed a small price to pay for Minra’s sake. She reached up, hand trembling both from trepidation and the wonderful sensations Felix was giving her, and touched Sheron’s organ.
There was no reaction so far as Karst could tell. Either Sheron had no problem with it, or she was too caught up in Felix’s attentions to notice. Karst carefully inserted too fingers and began pumping them. She had almost no idea what she was doing, but Sheron's moans increased in volume as she did her work, and the increased flow of juices over her fingers, disgusting though it was, was welcome confirmation that she was having some positive effect.
She felt the three of them had finally achieved a good rhythm, but it wasn’t to last long. Felix had gotten her too perfectly primed, and was doing her too much good with his cock. Though she was doing her best to hold back her climax, she suddenly felt his member pulsing inside her in a buildup to its own release. Excited by this, her insides clenched of their own volition, sending her into a spiral of ecstasy. Her hand dropped away from Sheron’s vagina, and she lost all awareness of everything but the sparks shooting through her body and Felix firing his seed into her. “Oh sweet Mars! Yes! Yes! Yeeessssss!!!”
Sheron had been rather enjoying the attentions her tenants were giving her, so it startled her when both of them stopped at once. Opening her eyes, she looked on in amazement at the two of them clenching together, screaming each other’s names, while Felix continued to pump semen into his lover’s fertile womb.
When they were finished, Felix collapsed atop her, spent.
A moment later, Karst groaned, “Get up.” He didn’t move. She hissed in his ear, “Get up! I don’t think we made her cum!”
At that, Felix sat up, his eyes now wide with alarm. Sheron was still kneeling there, pleasantly flushed, and very clearly not in the afterglow of an orgasm.
“I’m sorry,” he said, in an uncharacteristically soft tone. “We meant to hold out long enough for you, but...” He momentarily struggled for an explanation which would not involve him babbling about how wonderful Karst’s cunt felt.
“It’s alright,” Sheron laughed. “You two had a head start, so you could hardly be expected to finish last.” She inched closer across the bed sheets and lay her slender arms around Felix’s neck. “And you did get me all warmed up...”
To emphasize her point, she pressed her full tits against Felix, rubbing her hardened nipples against his very solid chest. Karst wriggled out from beneath them. Wanting to make up for lost ground, she moved to retrieve Felix’s pouch of mud.
Felix himself was in a rather uncomfortable position. Sheron sharing the bed with them was bad enough, but the way she was now focusing her attentions exclusively on him made it feel like he was cheating on Karst. The fact that they’d mutually agreed to this to handle their rent problem would have made that acceptable, except that now that he was getting acquainted with Sheron's body up close and personal, as it were, he was forced to admit that he found her attractive. The press and rub of her soft breasts against his chest, the tingle of her warm tongue as it explored his collar and neck… They were no substitute for the fierce, unbridled passion wielded by the mother of his child, but they were quite enthralling in their own way. He knew he had to reciprocate Sheron's seductive treatment in order to make good on their bargain, but feared that if he did so, he might genuinely enjoy it. He wasn’t sure how Karst would feel about that, but he knew that he would never forgive himself.
Sheron reached down and found his tool. Her touch confirmed for both of them that it had regained the strength it had expended on Karst. She pulled her head back to smile at him. “Good to see I’ve got your attention...”
She leaned in, closed her eyes, and parted her lips to kiss him – and that was one thing Felix wasn’t going to allow. Depending on the context, sex was just sex, but a kiss was affectionate and intimate; he reserved it for one woman only. To avoid outright spurning her, he dodged his head to the left and swirled his tongue over her shoulder, pretending to have not noticed the attempted smooch. A light moan from her told him she didn’t mind too much. To help make up for his delay in returning her affections, he caressed her hips, her side, her belly, before moving up to her breast to give it a good squeeze. Her moan this time was a little heavier.
Karst was scooping out a handful of mud to apply to Sheron's scales so Felix could do his thing, but she stopped short at the sight of Felix nibbling Sheron’s shoulder while working her over with his hands.
She felt a sharp, unpleasant twinge of anger. Of course this whole encounter was necessary, but did Felix have to enjoy it so damn much?
Pushing those feelings aside, she sidled up behind Sheron, pressing herself against her back. “Like being in the middle?” she asked Sheron, feigning the most sultry tone she could manage.
“Mmm. Mm-hmm.”
“Good.” To stifle her revulsion for what she was doing, Karst tried imagining that they were sisters, or best friends, simply snuggling on a cold night. She slipped a caressing hand around Sheron, along her waist, sliding up towards her armpit…
...suddenly encountering another hand. Felix’s. Of course, they were both caressing the same person, but somehow their hands meeting seemed deliberate. He briefly intertwined his fingers with hers, and she felt strangely reassured. She now knew, in a way that went beyond reason, that however it looked, Felix was only doing this for her and Minra.
His hand slipped away and Karst’s hand moved on, at last finding Sheron’s breast scales. “We have a surprise prepared for you. I think you’ll enjoy it.” Trying not to think about the fact that she was touching another woman’s breasts in a manner that was plainly stimulating her, Karst took the handful of mud and rubbed it into Sheron’s breast scales. The mud had always been strictly Felix’s responsibility before, so she had grossly overestimated the amount needed, and glops of excess slowly ran down Sheron's chest.
“Mmm… What’s this?”
“Something an Earth adept can make use of,” she answered. “Show her, Felix.”
He obediently released a tremor.
Sheron's head shot back. “HAAAAAHHHH!!! Haaa… hhhaaah…”
It sounded too intense to be good. Karst wondered if Felix had failed to account for the fact that Sheron was not as accustomed to his techniques as she was. “Now, Felix! Start fucking her!”
He gave her that stupid look which she hated. “What? But -"
“Don’t waste time arguing!” she snapped. “We both know it’s what you really want!”
That took the stupid look off his face. It looked like she’d stabbed him right in the chest.
A scowl tore across Felix’s face, and his eyes burned with anger. “Fine!” he snarled, and shoved Sheron onto her back. She was so stricken by the effects of Felix’s psynergy, she didn’t feel it, was not even immediately aware of her change in position. He spread the prone woman’s legs, grasped her hips, and slammed his cock into her.
“Aaaagghh!” Sheron cried out. The sensation of Felix’s thick manhood forcing itself through her pussy was the first thing she was cognizant of since he had used his psynergy on her. She had no time to process it before he started fucking her in earnest. In her state of intense stimulation, every thrust was at once painful and gratifying. She desperately needed the release it gave her from the tremors deep within her breast scales, yet was on the verge of begging for an end to the forceful intrusion.
Each thrust was, for Felix, a gratifying release from his passions. Sheron’s undeniable attractiveness was only a small part of that. Indeed, his eyes remained fixed firmly on Karst’s face, showing his fury at her for throwing his physical attraction to Sheron in his face, defying her to stand by and do nothing while he vigorously screwed another woman.
But if Karst was at all stung by jealousy, she hid it well. She answered his fury with a smile.
“You really know how to give a woman more than she can handle, don’t you, Felix?” she purred, slinking towards him on all fours.
He continued to glare back at her.
“Just be careful you pull out before you give it all… If you need to, I’m sure she wouldn't mind you shooting out on those beautiful breasts of hers.”
There was little fear of that. While they were both Proxian, Sheron’s pussy didn’t have the same invigorating abrasiveness as Karst’s; though certainly rougher than a human woman’s, it was uneven, and just didn’t give him that same friction which so enthralled him. The heat was milder, too. It was different, but not in a way likely to set him off unexpectedly.
“Nothing to say, hmm? Just going to try to burn through me with that gaze?” Karst said, sidling up close enough that Felix could feel the heat of her body. He had to turn his head to keep his eye on her, wondering now what she was up to.
“Look at you,” Karst said with a mock sigh, placing her right hand upon his chest. “Giving your girlfriend the attention she craves even as you continue fucking your landlord’s brains out.” Her fingernails raked down his chest, hard enough to draw a loud grunt from him. “Now that’s multi-tasking.”
“You sultry bitch,” he growled at her. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Oh?” She seized him by the hair with her other hand, yanking his head back so he was forced to look at the ceiling. His eyes swiveled in their sockets, trying in vain to see what she was doing. His hands were still free, so if he moved quickly enough he could break her hold, but he couldn’t tell if she was just playing or not. She spoke in his ear, “And you’re telling me that you aren’t?”
Sweat ran down his face as he awaited her move, anticipating a bite. Instead, she faintly licked his earlobe. The tender contact, coming in lieu of anticipated pain, was one of the most excruciating teases she’d pulled on him.
That done, Karst promptly released him; after all, he could hardly pound Sheron's muffin while she was holding his head back.
Instead of resuming that activity, however, Felix grabbed Karst by the throat with one hand, snatched some of the excess mud from Sheron's chest with the other, and forced it into Karst’s breast scales. Before she could react, he sent a quake through her sensitive under-scale nerves that was indefinably different from any one he’d used before. It knocked her onto her back with spasms of ecstasy. For a moment, she felt as though she had no control over her body, her limbs igniting with the thrills running through her, her mouth releasing vocalizations that her ears paid no heed to.
When the moment passed, and awareness returned, she realized Felix had taken his cock out of Sheron's cove and put it in hers. In her present state, she could only be thrilled about this. Through half-lidded eyes, she could see he was still staring at her in silent fury, and that only intensified her pleasure. She gasped and panted as his power filled the space between her legs.
At last Felix spoke again, or rather snarled. “This is what I enjoy! Do you hear me, Karst?”
She heard, but her mind was too occupied with the celebrations in her pleasure centers to understand what he meant, or care. However, she did slowly but surely become aware that he had her pinned again, holding her wrists down above her head. Though she loved his strength and dominance, she had no desire to be submissive. At least not without a fight.
His hold was too strong for her to break, of course. And he was angry, so he would be expecting her to try to headbutt or bite him. She needed something less aggressive, to take him off-guard. In the space of two seconds, she wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him onto his back, so that she was on top.
Sheron, meanwhile, was a bit disoriented. She’d never had a man pull out of her without at least one of them finishing, but so far as she could tell that was just what happened. She’d been pretty close, too.
She looked around, and what she saw made her catch her breath. Karst was riding Felix like a wild stallion with thorns in its hooves. The upper body strength required to ride a man with such vigor was almost beyond belief. And each time she raised herself almost completely off his pole and came slamming down, she used a practiced twisting motion which churned his hard cock in her burning cavern, drawing forth a pealing groan from Felix. Intermittently he reached out and squeezed her tight ass hard enough that Sheron expected Karst to cry out in pain, but instead she moaned with delight.
As she watched their voracious lovemaking, Sheron felt her hand involuntarily moving towards her own sex.
Felix often accepted defeat at Karst’s hands, since whoever “won” when they had sex, neither of them lost. This time, however, he was too angry at her. No matter how indescribably good her riding him felt, no matter how much his balls ached to release their load inside her, he would not allow this to end with her on top of him.
Though the mud was still lodged under Karst’s breast scales, it was impossible to concentrate enough to use his psynergy while Karst was so energetically yet masterfully riding his cock. So he did things the old-fashioned way, jerking himself into a sitting up position and attacking her bosom with his mouth. Since it was more difficult for Karst to ride him from this position, he helped her along by grabbing hold of her hips and pumping her onto his manhood. Karst put her hands on his shoulders, which both allowed her to guide his mouth to the places where her sensitive flesh most craved his fierce suckling and biting, and gave her leverage to increase the strength of her own thrusts. By now, they knew each other well enough that their rhythms almost immediately fell into synch, soon making them both dizzy with pleasure.
They had avoided lapfucking in the past, as the position wasn’t conducive to the more aggressive lovemaking which they generally favored. However, one thing Karst had learned from sex with Felix was that tenderness could, in its own way, be just as gratifying as aggression, and however one chose to classify what they were doing now, she had to admit it was fulfilling all her desires.
She felt her nether regions beginning to quake, and her heart burned with an uncontrollable need to express what she felt to Felix. But she couldn't think, couldn't form the sentences. So what came out was, “You bastard! You fucking ba -”
Then she came all over his crotch, shaking and trembling in his arms as a strangely calming euphoria swept through her.
The pleasure of their intercourse was taxing enough on Felix’s resistance, and witnessing Karst simultaneously cursing him and hitting one of her more powerful orgasms, her insides earnestly squeezing his member and releasing a mess of her feminine fluids, it became too much for him. With a roar, he tightened his grip on her hips and released all the seed his balls had left to offer into her welcoming cove. Karst’s groans deepened, her sexual euphoria heightened by his climaxing inside her.
The orgasm had been above average for Karst, but the afterglow was one of the best she’d ever had. Her entire being felt warm and secure. It felt as if all her needs and desires were satisfied by simply resting in Felix’s arms, right where she was.
She breathed his name just for the warmth it stoked within her to say it: “Felix...”
“K-Karst...” he gasped. His anger was sated now, leaving Felix with only one thing: The desire to hold and love Karst for as long as they both lived.
“Oh! Ohh… Ohhhhhh, yeah…” a voice moaned.
Felix and Karst turned to look. Barely two feet away, Sheron lay back on the pillows with her legs spread, her fingers deep in her climaxing pussy.
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When Felix returned from carrying Sheron back to her room, Karst slammed the door to their apartment shut behind him. “You stupid asshole!” she screamed at him.
“Excuse me?” he demanded.
“Did you really think she wanted you to spend the whole time fucking me while she took care of her own needs? Now we’ve either got to do the whole thing again right, or we’ll be out of a home!”
“As I recall, you were the one who was seducing me while I was trying to give Sheron what she wanted.”
“Don’t play stupid. You started it with that angry act that you know I can’t resist -”
“That was no act.”
“- and even then, I was only trying to get you more motivated for what you were doing. You decided to put your tool in a different hole! No one else!”
Felix was silent for a moment. “...You’re right. I did. I knew what we agreed to do, but I couldn’t go through with it. However attractive Sheron might be, I don’t want to have sex with anyone but you.”
“Your fine loyalty may well have left us homeless. Including Minra, if you’ve forgotten.”
“We’ll manage. Your sister won’t leave us out in the cold; we could stay there until I get a better job.”
“Gods! The three of us stuffed into that little house with my sister, her husband, and her six little bawling rats? You’d be happy with that?”
“Just until I get a better job. I swear to you, I won’t rest until I’ve found something I can support us with.”
“Is that more of your loyalty, Felix? It’s not a very attractive quality, especially not when it ruins the people you’re loyal to. Why don’t you just -”
“Marry me.”
The two of them went silent for a moment. The only noise was Minra crying in the next room; their argument had apparently woken her.
Karst put a hand on her hip. “Would you repeat that?”
“I asked you to marry me.”
“We just had a menage a trois with our landlord, we’re in danger of losing our apartment thanks to your stupid loyalty, you’ve just resorted to the idea of cramming ourselves in with my sister and her brood... and you think now is an appropriate time to ask me to marry you?”
“It’s the best time. Things are as bad for us as they can possibly get, so you know that when I ask you to marry me, it’s really what I want.”
Karst laughed. “That’s only half the deal, Felix. It’s not enough for me to know you want to marry me; I have to want to marry you as well.”
Felix shook his head. “That’s never been the problem. You loved me just as I love you the first time I asked you to marry me, and you still turned me down. Twice. Your problem has always been the same: You don’t think you’re worthy of being loved by me.”
“The problem,” she said sharply, “...is what’s the point? We’ve already been living together for months.”
“Two reasons. First and foremost, this way our children won’t be bastards. Second, it means you’ll finally accept that I love you.”
“You’re a fool.” Suddenly her expression contorted, and she cried out, “Oh, for pity’s sake! Can’t you stop bawling for one minute!” She stormed off to tend to Minra.
Felix followed her. “You can’t get out of this that easily. Or at all, actually.”
But Karst was genuinely no longer paying attention to him. She lifted Minra out of her crib and cradled her in her arms. “Hush, you little brat,” she murmured, rocking her. “Mommy’s here.”
It took a minute, but Minra’s crying began to die down. Felix was always amazed at how good a mother Karst was. For all the toughness and irritability she showed on her outside when she was with him, for Minra she had nothing but patience and nurturing.
Not that he couldn't emphasize with her feelings for Minra. More than anything, he felt shame that he had not provided as well for her as he should have.
Once their daughter had quieted, Karst glared up at him. “Don’t you get it?” she demanded, though she kept from raising her voice, obviously for Minra’s sake. “Because you’re not married to me, you’re free to walk away from all this.”
“Walk away from this?” Felix said, incredulous. “From the two best things that have ever come into my life?”
“From the responsibility.”
“I think you’re the one who doesn’t get it. I don’t back down when the going gets hard. So long as I’m with you two, the rest doesn’t really matter.”
Karst scowled. “Maybe the desire is there, but you haven’t exactly proven you have the mettle.”
“I mean to do better. You have to let me try, because you can’t take Minra from me. She’s not just yours; she’s ours.”
She was silent now, still rocking Minra.
“I’m not giving up on this.”
She looked at him steadily. “...All right. I’ll marry you. But don’t think for one minute that that means I’m going to make things easier on you.”
“Of course not,” he answered, and gave each of his girls a kiss on the brow.
“Let me be more specific,” Karst said darkly. “Don’t think this means that I’m not still mad at you for ruining our rent deal.”
“I can live with -”
There was a knock at their door.
Karst indicated, with a simple darting motion of her eyes, that since she was holding the baby he obviously had to answer the knocking.
Felix shrugged, and moved to obey. He wasn’t happy with having to drop their conversation, but at least he’d gotten his answer. She said yes. Even though it was what he’d been counting on, the thought still filled him with a glowing happiness. Marriage itself held no emotional value to him, though it certainly had practical value, but Karst’s unwillingness to marry him had been a final emotional barrier that he was exuberant at having finally torn down.
He opened the door. It was Sheron. She had already tidied herself up, her hair done up in a braid.
He didn’t know what to say to her, and in the brief silence of his hesitation Sheron announced, “Well! I may as well be frank: That was a lot rougher than I expected, and rougher than I prefer, I think, but it was the sort of thing I’m glad to have tried once. And watching you two go at it was… Well. You saw how much I enjoyed that. Thank you for a memorable evening.”
“...You’re welcome.” Felix was a little taken off-guard. He half-expected the other shoe to drop in a moment or two.
Sheron nodded, and looked down, as though suddenly embarrassed. “Well, you’re all set for this month’s rent, so I expect you won’t have any more need of special deals. But… If you ever want to save some money… I’d always be willing to give you a free month’s rent in exchange for letting me discreetly watch one of your sessions.”
“...We’ll think about it.”
“Very good. I’ll see you later.” She left.
Felix closed the door.
He walked back to Karst and Minra. “That was lucky,” she commented. “It’s a good thing she has an inclination to voyeurism. She didn’t mention that when we talked.”
“Maybe she didn’t realize it herself.” He watched the two of them. “I’m still going to find a better job. We should have some money set aside, so we don’t have to rely on luck like that.”
“Yes.”
Felix moved to kiss her, but she pulled away.
“I’m still mad at you,” she said, her eyes flashing.
“Fair enough,” he smiled. “Then I’ll just tell you I love you.”
Karst turned to set little Minra back in her crib. “I love you too,” she said, as though reporting that the laundry was done.
END

Author's Notes: Well, I finally got around to finishing this fic. It only took what, less than seven years? In my defense, chapter 3 is longer than the first two combined… I actually wrote a good chunk of chapter 3 within a month of posting chapter 2, but when I finally went to finish it, to my horror I found this fic was nowhere in my computer files! At this point I can’t remember the exact text, nor do I feel particularly motivated to try to recreate it, so I proceeded into the grand finale of this fic a bit differently than originally planned. If I ever dig up that lost chapter, I’ll be sure to post it here.
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