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Oh, Oz.
Elphaba could not help but gasp as she sank down on Fiyero’s length, stretching and filling her as he had done a dozen times before, yet it still felt so new. It was hardly a wonder that every man and woman fell at the prince’s feet. Not only was he gorgeous and irritatingly charming; he was blessed with a beautiful, thick cock that drove her mind to utter and blissful blankness.
“Fae,” he groaned, thrusting up his hips to get a little deeper inside her. It always took some work to open her up for him, but she was nothing if not willing to face a challenge. “Why are you so wet?”
Only a few weeks ago, that question might have filled her with uncertainty and shame, but now she knew it was sincere praise. Her body – long the source of her isolation and defensiveness – was safe with Fiyero and Galinda, treasured and appreciated for the pleasure it could give. So much pleasure, she was discovering.
“Someone was teasing me all day,” she smirked at her friend, placing her fingers on Galinda’s delicate jaw. “She made it quite obvious that she had forgotten to wear anything underneath her uniform today.”
Tugging Galinda toward her, Elphaba captured her lips demandingly. She tasted so sweet; like strawberries and vanilla. A sweetness that had grated on her, but she now found herself addicted to. Galinda whimpered against her mouth, and Elphaba felt another gush of wetness spill between her thighs and onto Fiyero’s already quite slick shaft.
“Oz, I am a lucky man,” he groaned, reaching out to grab Galinda’s hand. “On my face, baby. I want you both to use me.”
Oh, their sweet boy. So commanding, the center of attention in any room. But get him alone, and he wanted nothing more than to serve, to be good for them.
Gracefully, Galinda positioned herself over his mouth, the loveliest high-pitched cry leaving her mouth as Fiyero licked into her deeply. Elphaba would have half a mind to be jealous, if she had not been so busy trying to fit his cock to the hilt inside her body.
“If you were not so studious,” Galinda teased Elphaba, rocking her hips gently against Fiyero’s face. “You would have done what I wanted and slipped your fingers under my skirt during class. I can come very quietly, you know.”
“That is a lie,” Fiyero accused from underneath her, and Galinda shut him up by smothering him with her cunt. Pretty much the only way to shut him up, they had learned.
“Like this?” Elphaba circled Galinda’s swollen clitoris, making her arch her back and whine. She was so sensitive. With Fiyero’s tongue fucking into her and Elphaba rubbing her nerves, Galinda was practically shaking. “Are you going to come that easily?”
She could not resist a bit of their old antagonism. It was far too fun to watch Galinda huff with annoyance, rather predictably knocking Elphaba’s hand aside and kissing her fiercely.
It was Elphaba’s turn to cry out as Galinda bit her lip while stroking between her thighs, helping her ease all the way down until she was full of Fiyero. Galinda was everything sweet and mild, but she could be filthy when she wanted to be, grabbing a handful of Elphaba’s hair and yanking hard.
“Fuck!” Fiyero shouted, bucking his hips up involuntarily. “Do that again, she’s so tight.”
Galinda repeated the motion, pulling even harder, and Elphaba squeezed intensely around the cock inside her. All three of them shared a moan. With the onslaught of sensation, it was never too long before she came for them, her stamina not quite as refined. Between Fiyero pounding into her and Galinda’s rough attentions, Elphaba was helpless but to stiffen up and then shudder, pulsing frantically as Fiyero fucked her through each cresting wave.
“I have to stop, I have to-.” Elphaba could not catch her breath. It was too much, too overwhelming, she could not take anymore. Her muscles were trembling, her mind spinning, and she felt like she would leave her body entirely with the slightest provocation.
“You’re alright,” Galinda soothed, kissing her more gently. “You can take it, Elphie. Don’t you want to be all filled up?”
Elphaba whimpered. It did feel incredible when Fiyero spilled into her, warm and satisfying. Since Galinda had found a potion that would protect them from any unintended consequences, Fiyero seemed almost obsessed with keeping them both full of his spend. Watching it leak out of them and fingering it back in with pretty words about how he might breed them one day, when he was king and required an heir.
Fiyero had slowed his thrusts considerably, waiting for permission to bring her over the edge again. To claim her. “I can take it,” Elphaba said, her voice firm. “I can take it, don’t stop.”
“Good girl,” Galinda said, and Elphaba preened. She knew she could not take Galinda’s hands on her, so she turned the tables, sucking and nipping at Galinda’s elegant neck while pinching her stiff pink nipples. Fiyero dropped his hands to Elphaba’s hips, keeping her steady while he buried himself inside her again and again, and Galinda’s movements grew jagged and rough as she approached her own peak. “Oz, I’m coming. I’m coming-.”
Fiyero groaned like a dying man as Galinda flooded his mouth with her arousal, her first orgasm slipping quickly into a second, their names a litany on her full lips. When she had finally stopped climaxing, she climbed off his face and collapsed against the mattress with a dreamy sigh.
It was impressive that Fiyero had held on for so long, but he had not developed his reputation over finishing quickly, she supposed. He was grinning stupidly, his mouth shining with slick, and the pure happiness in his expression made something twist in her chest.
Finally, to love people who returned her affection. Who wanted her.
“Hands and knees,” Galinda ordered, though her voice was breathy and tired. “I don’t want to be left out.”
“You never do,” Elphaba chuckled, but she slid off Fiyero and crawled over Galinda. Fiyero ran a soft hand over the swell of her ass before sliding into her again, the sound of their wet flesh meeting loud and debauched.
As Fiyero took her from behind, Galinda wrapped a small hand around Elphaba’s throat, just enough pressure to make Elphaba feel it. She never thought she would like the feeling of being trapped, that she would willingly let someone else have power over her, but it was different with them. They only wanted to own her, to control her, as much as it would bring her pleasure, make her feel as though she had a home in this world.
“She’s close,” Galinda said. “Finish her off.”
Elphaba’s arms nearly gave out as Fiyero slammed into her, and Galinda slipped a thumb between her lips, which Elphaba sucked willingly. Suddenly she was coming again, so abruptly that it surprised her, screaming her throat raw at the snap of tension. With a shout, Fiyero spent inside her, working his seed impossibly deeper into her body with a dozen broken thrusts.
The bed wasn’t large enough for the three of them, but that never stopped them. Elphaba was half on top of Galinda and Fiyero was half on top of her and she adored it, even if they were hot and sweating and sticky. She felt…
“Incredible,” Fiyero exhaled, kissing her shoulder and the back of Galinda’s hand. “My princesses.”
And Elphaba thought, of anything she had been called in her life, that might be her favorite.