"Just look at his face, T. Doesn't he look adorable?"
"Yes…" I muttered, sticking out my tongue to have a taste of the liquid dripping from Steve's shaft. The alluring smell coming from it made my mind numb.
Grace and I were both on our knees while he stared at us, breathing heavily. It was exciting to share him with someone else. We both kissed it and licked it equally, but gradually started sucking the tip greedily. I didn't have any other choice but to take care of his balls.
Suddenly, she released a great amount of saliva that quickly ran down through that meaty length, reaching where my attached lips were. She was teasing me, waiting to see what I'd do. So I corresponded, by sticking out my tongue, and licking all the way up, cleaning it.
Grace chuckled after seeing me swallow her spit.
"Good girl," she said, and tongue-kissed me.
I couldn't believe this simulation that let us fight to the death also allowed intimate moments like this.
Maybe the developers thought that daily mindless violence would eventually turn us insane, and that we needed a way to release stress.
Well, after what happened at that damn mansion, I really, really needed this.
I wanted to say all those things out loud, but Grace's tongue, and her hand, reaching my increasingly wet panties, told me: 'Don't think, just relax and enjoy…'
"It's getting really hot in here," I breathed, while Grace gently squeezed my Lady D., still hidden under the lacy garment.
"You don't say." She giggled.
This girl was incredible. She was stroking Steve with her left hand and caressing me with her right one. She was the one that came up with the idea of having a threesome and was definitely the one showing us how to enjoy it to the fullest.
I grabbed the piece of meat in front of me too, which was big enough for our two hands, and I wondered, who was the lucky one in this situation?
Steve, for having two girls on their knees, devoted to his cock, or Grace and I, for having this stallion all for our exclusive pleasure?
"Tell me, Taylor, can you do this?" Grace took Steve's huge stick into his mouth and slowly devoured him whole. In a matter of seconds, Grace's nose was touching his pubic area, and her chin was glued to his balls.
There was something beautiful about watching her sweet face engaged in such a lewd act.
"Of course I can," I eagerly said once she let it go. I glimpsed at Steve's expectant face before locking eyes with his black one-eyed buddy, waiting for me.
Its size was kind of intimidating, but at the same time, its hardness was appealing, and its warmness so enticing.
"Don't take your eyes off me," I said to him as I slowly put it in my mouth.
It was moist, thanks to Grace's saliva, making it taste slightly different from what I remembered.
I could feel her gaze, as if she was an instructor, judging my every move.
My mouth was completely full, and there were still some inches to cover.
I pushed my head farther until feeling how it slightly bent to accommodate inside my throat.
I did it…
Steve's enormous shaft had reached my esophagus.
It made me feel extra dirty.
I wanted to look Steve in the eye, but I was too focused on not gagging. Fortunately, I found that repressing the gag reflex was easier here in The Novus than in the real world. I bet he could totally throatfuck me and I could endure it--Wait, is that even a word? It should be.
I was in the mood for that.
"Amazing," Steve said, caressing my head. Hearing his deep voice was like listening to an angel, and feeling his gentle touch was like being rewarded for my excellent work. So, with my throat still busy, I held my breath, and moved my head back and forth, which made him moan. "Oh, god…"
Back in that cave when I'd gone down on Steve, I'd just wanted it over with. But this time...
"Come on, Taylor, save something for me!" Grace cried, tightening her grip around my erection.
I took it out of my mouth, blushing.
"S-sorry… It's just that… Sorry!"
"Someone used to be a slut back on Earth, huh?" Grace said, grabbing my chin and staring at my lips, as if she could read what dirty things they have done through the years just by examining them.
"Pot calling the kettle black," Steve said, chuckling.
"Nah. I bet you two used to have more sex than I did," she started saying. "I only fucked my bodyguard a couple of times, and that sums up my brief sexual life." Grace paused as I stared at her. She then glanced at Steve, who was making the same bemused expression as me. "What? What is it?" she asked.
"You sounded as if your family was wealthy."
"Well, yeah, they are. Or were… I'm not sure anymore. But as you can see, I'm no longer rich. I'll have to start from scratch here, just like all of you, guys."
"Doesn't it bother you?" I asked, not knowing if I was feeling sympathetic to her. One shouldn't be sympathetic towards the rich, right? It sounded wrong.
But this girl, although bossy, had never boasted about it until now, and only because she blurted it out.
Grace slightly shook her head. "I-It doesn't bother me at all, trust me! Thanks to my family I'm here, after all. But let's talk about more interesting things. So, how about you, Chad? How many girls, or boys, whatever, have you slept with before coming here?"
"One," he said, looking away. "And only once."
It reminded me of the story he told me at that cave, about this girl that used to be his neighbor, but couldn't board this ship.
The girl that looked like me…
"Only once?" Grace asked, narrowing her eyes.
Don't do that, Grace! Can't you see he misses her, and still thinks about her to this day?!
"Yeah, we did it the night before I moved to the Alvearium HQ," he responded, as the shadow of a memory reflected in his eyes.
I knew it… He loved her.
"Poor little thing," Grace said, pushing him back to the bed and getting on top of him. "Don't worry, babe. We'll make you forget all about her."
She was doing it again! Stealing Steve from me.
But I didn't have time to be mad, for the spectacle in front of me got my full attention. I could see up close the moment Steve's shaft got inside her.
"Oh, god, Steve… I feel like I'm being filled completely! And what are you waiting for, T.? It can't be a threesome if you don't participate!"
"W-what do I do?"
"Whatever it's in your mind…" she giggled.
"Okay…" I whispered, hypnotized, like the bee attracted to the flower…
A flower that was starting to smell different…
Grace was wet. I could see it.
Her juices were impregnating Steve's rod with every move.
It was an irresistible sight.
I leaned forward to have a closer look.
When Grace noticed what I was doing, she stopped her riding, and leaned over Steve's chest. Half of his shaft was still inside her, and the rest looked gleamingly moist. "Come on Taylor. Work that tongue."
I did, having a taste of their union.
It reminded me of the time Grace and I gave oral pleasure to each other. Her smell and the way she tasted were still engraved in my memory. But this was quite different.
That time I only tasted the raw ingredients, but this was the proper dish.
A sound caught my attention. They were smooching.
I didn't want to be ignored. So I grabbed Grace's asscheeks, spreaded them, and with no warning, pressed my tongue against her asshole.
"Gosh!" she exclaimed, ecstatic. "It feels so--I-It gives me tickles! But at the same time… Mmm… Taylor, you dirty bitch… Why don't you use your dick instead of your tongue? Come on. Stuff me as a plushie too!"
Did I hear that right?
Use my… Lady D.?
"Do you want me to…?"
"Yes! I've always wanted to experience what a double penetra—"
"N-No…" I stood up and took a step back. "I-I don't think I could do that…"
In that position, Grace could barely turn and look at me, but I could see half of her frown. "What's the matter? I wash myself thoroughly, T. Besides, you were literally licking me there. It's not dirty. So what's the problem?"
"N-No… It's not about that."
I embraced myself and turned back. I needed some fresh air, but I was basically naked, so I couldn't leave.
Before I realized, Grace was already standing beside. When she held my wrist, I instinctively tried to escape, but the closed door wouldn't let me.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Grace asked, bossily. Unable to look her in the eye, she grabbed my cheeks. She was getting angry. "Taylor? Talk to me!"
"I can't… pen—p-pen—You know what I mean!"
"Penetrate me?"
I shut my eyes and shook my head. Hearing it from her was extremely painful. "I can't… Sorry…"
"What are you talking about? You fucked my mouth already, remember? At the dungeon's library."
"Whoah…" Steve exclaimed, but Grace sent him a glare to not intervene. "S-Sorry," he muttered.
"That was different," I whispered.
"You moved your hips back and forth, T.!" Grace cried. "Why would that be different?"
"P-Please… Just understand…" A tear ran down my cheek, and I was unable to see her reaction. But after a moment of silence, she softened her tone of voice.
"Does it have to do with you being a cross-dresser?"
I pursed my lips and nodded. "Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I want to be a girl… That has been my wish for a very long time… That's why I've been doing my best changing my gestures, the way I speak and walk… And… If I do that… p-pen-pen—that… I'd stop being… girly… It'd stop my progress--I'd return to being just an effeminate boy!"
"But that's what you are, T.! I even bet that they sent you to the Male Cryo Chambers!"
"Grace, please! Let's not talk about—!"
"No, no, no! You're the one that started it, and it concerns me because I'm here, listening to you. It also concerns Steve, too."
"Well, I…" he whimpered.
"Taylor…" Grace continued, locking eyes with mine. "When I met you, and shared some intimacy with you, I thought you were sure of what you already are."
"W-What?"
"You cross-dress, yes, but you were also attracted to me, and that's what I found so interesting about you. And now, you're telling me that having sex with a woman would change you?"
"L-Listen… I've never stopped finding women attractive, okay? But since the very first time I started crossdressing, I thought I had… burned that bridge forever. Until meeting you... You awoke things in me I thought I'd buried… And it scares me! If I continue with this, could I still consider myself a girl? I'd rather never touch a woman again!"
"Do you hate having a dick?"
"I--I don't know! Okay?"
"Do you think that getting rid of your dick would magically turn you into a fully fledged girl?"
My eyes got cloudy. I wanted nothing more than to push her and run away from there. I could do it, I was physically stronger than her. But I didn't want to hurt her, even though she was breaking me.
She was breaking my self-imposed lie.
"Do you think I don't know that already?! I don't want to continue being a femboy, but I know I can't be a 'real girl' either! And yet… I want to try it… I want to be seen and be loved as one…" I took a step towards the door. "I'll just…"
"But Taylor," Steve called, "we already see you as one."
"But what about my…"
"That's the best thing about you!" Grace exclaimed, grabbing my chin to force me gaze at her beaming face. "It may sound cheesy, but being just YOU it's the best of both worlds!" She then grabbed my disinflated bulge while I frowned at her. "You have this! You are not just any random girl--you are a GIRL with THIS! And that's what makes you so special! Did you hate the little moments we shared?"
"No."
"See? We enjoyed it because of who you are!" She stepped back and grinned at me. "A girl with a dick is super hot! That's what I love so much about you--but that's just me. What do you think, Steve?"
"I… Um…" he cleared his throat before nodding. "It's true. Just as that traitorous Charles said, it's… a turn on."
"Is that why you were trying to hook up with me again?" I asked in a quiet voice. "Because you realized that I had awoken a new fetish on you?" After saying that, I regretted it immediately. "I didn't mean that. Sorry." I wiped my tears and faintly smiled at Grace. The bossy girl that had accepted me as who I was before I could. "Thank you…"
"Nothing has changed," she said, nodding approvingly. "You're still the same girl I met that rainy day. Just with a clearer head."
Who would have thought that she would be the one that'd help me love myself even more?
I chuckled. "So we can sum this mess up to this… I'm Taylor. Just Taylor." I shrugged.
"Yes." She pulled me from the wrist and led me to the bed. "Steve, stand up. It's Taylor's turn now."
Without knowing what she was planning, I trusted in her once again, and lay on the bed. "Turn for what?" I asked expectantly, as she got on top of me and grinned.
"You've already lost your virginity to a man, right? Through your ass?" she giggled. "Now let me take away your other virginity."