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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Rose_Lalonde/Kanaya_Maryam/Porrim_Maryam, Rose_Lalonde/Kanaya_Maryam
  Character:
      Porrim_Maryam, Rose_Lalonde, Kanaya_Maryam
  Additional Tags:
      Femslash, Threesome_-_F/F/F, Bloodplay, Blood_Drinking, PWP, Tentabulges,
      Romance, Smut, Community:_kink_bingo, Double_Penetration
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-16 Words: 1255
****** bury me on the edge of paradise ******
by BatchSan
Summary
     Truly, you’re jealous of her luck in the romantic department. As you
     understand it, she’s managed to fill all her quadrants with just the
     one partner while you’ve explored all the quadrants with multiple
     partners but have been ultimately unsuccessful in making any long-
     lasting quadrants.
      
     There’s still so much catching up you have to do to your dancestor.
You’ve been known to have quite the record of relationships over the course of
your life (or un-life, as it were), but this was new and different in ways that
flared a long forgotten thrill in you when it came to the redder spectrum of
the quadrants.
Beneath you is the pinned body of your dancestor’s matesprit, her lips full and
kiss swollen, pink tongue tracing the contours of her lipstick smeared lips. It
ignites fire in your gastric sac, spreading both to your chest and your loins
in graceful sweeps like the upturn of Rose’s lips in a teasing smirk. You can’t
help but cast a glance at your dancestor, whom is watching the scene before her
unfold with unsteady breaths. Truly, you’re jealous of her luck in the romantic
department. As you understand it, she’s managed to fill all her quadrants with
just the one partner while you’ve explored all the quadrants with multiple
partners but have been ultimately unsuccessful in making any long-lasting
quadrants.
There’s still so much catching up you have to do to your dancestor.
For now, she allows you this reprieve from the familiar. Gives you the chance
to explore new boundaries and limits, and tastes. It’s been awhile since you’ve
feed your hunger and the tiny, fading scars around Rose’s neckline says it has
been awhile since she’s been fed from. You lick her collarbone from where it’s
peeking at you over the neck of her shirt like a naughty grub peeking into the
nutritionblock before dinner is ready. Her hand comes up to press against your
shoulder, urging you forward, giving you the permission you’re burning for.
Why look a gift musclebeast in the mouth?
As your fangs bury themselves in the crook of her neck, Rose and Kanaya both
make a choked sound at the same time. A part of you wants to look up to see
their faces, but the warm elixir of blood – candy red blood like Kankri’s – is
bright in your mouth, addictive like sugar and smoking were to others. It
spills over your teeth and tongue like a fountain of ambrosia. The thrill of
the taste makes you unsheathe.
Careful not to be greedy, you pull away, blood spilling from the corner of your
mouth in a thin trickle. The human looks absolutely debauched after the bite,
her pupils blown up and her breathing heavy, and she’s smiling in a way that is
hotter than the sun.
Kanaya is busy working her fang into her lip so hard that there’s a welt of
jade blood rising from her lip. You beckon her over and she complies,
hesitantly. She crawls over to your side and yelps delicately against you lips
when you draw her into a kiss. Your tongue claims the blot of blood on you
dancestor’s lip and you shudder with the rare pleasure and taboo of tasting
your own blood color.
Debauchery seems to be the theme of the night.
Rose sits up and as soon you let go of Kanaya, she pulls her down for a kiss,
the pair sinking into the strange human bed. You kneel there for a moment, just
watching the two of them and feeling again a small spark of jealousy but
moreso, you feel disappointed with yourself. Your issues with quadrants is a
long running theme in your life that surmounts to little more than you being
afraid to settle down and accept some preordained role you have no interest in,
just yet. But now is not the time for philosophical dwellings on your personal
hang-ups, now is the time to attend to the matter at hand.
Rose’s hand is hot in comparison to Kanaya’s cool one, but as they help you out
of your dress, you barely notice the difference once lips find your flesh. You
bulge strains desperately for release but you ignore it in favor helping the
others out of their clothing, your lips and fangs finding purchase wherever you
deem fit. By the time they’re naked – Kanaya a blushing mess of jade and
flickering luminescence – you’ve tasted their blood several times, puncture
marks decorating hips and breasts, shoulders and lips.
You feel invigorated because of it and readily take control of Rose, laying
back and allowing her to slip down onto your bulge. Her face is lovely shades
of pinks and reds as she gasps, her black lipstick a mess around her mouth as
her lips part and violet eyes peer down at you through lidded eyes. She’s hot
and tight around your bulge, drawing a pitiful whimper from you. You’ve never
felt a nook this hot or wet before and it takes a lot of control to not pail
right away. Instead you grip Rose’s hips and pull her so she’s laying over you,
your bulge attempting to latch on to her malformed bulge. The sounds she’s
making are tortuously delicious.
It takes Kanaya a moment to gather the nerve to approach, to come and complete
the trinity the three of you have begun creating. When her bulge touches yours,
the two twining around each other eagerly, you sink your claws too hard into
Rose’s flesh. She doesn’t protest, but she bucks sharply against you and she’s
panting so hard now that you worry she’ll disintegrate between the two of you.
When she reaches down to guide the entwined bulges into her nook, you can’t
help but feel like disintegrating yourself.
Kanaya gives a delicate cry but rocks along with you into Rose, who’s now
babbling incoherently as her hips rock along with you and Kanaya. She grips so
hard onto your shoulders that you know they’ll be bruises later. When you claim
her lips, she can only pant heavily into your mouth; a lip accidentally
catching on one of your fangs. It pricks enough of the delicate flesh for your
mouth to be filled with that bright red ambrosia once again. It burns you
through like a white fire and your next thrust is more violent than it should
have been. Rose gasps and you can feel her nook tighten around your bulge but
the taste of blood is electric on your senses and you can’t stop thrusting,
even after Rose’s nook relaxes and her breathing is slow but hitched.
You nearly forget Kanaya’s there until she’s growling and cursing softly, her
claws leaving even worst marks than yours on Rose’s hips, back, and thighs. Her
stamina is amicable for someone with as little sexual experience as hers, but
she can’t last forever, and a moment later she pails, her bulge thickening
significantly before withdrawing with a squelch.
Which leaves you alone with Rose, who’s trying hard to keep control of herself
long enough to make you pail before she can. She leans back, rocks hard against
you, and cries out, her nook tightening again around your bulge. The tightness,
plus the sight of red blood and bruised flesh sends you over the edge. Rose
whimpers as you fill her; jade fluid spills from her when your bulge withdraws
back into its sheathe. She collapses beside you, Kanaya lying on her opposite
side to drape a protective arm around her matesprit.
You’re too weary to do more than roll onto your side, brush sweated locks of
hair from Rose’s brow, and kiss the knuckles of Kanaya’s hand. When you wake
much later, they’re gone, presumably awake now, and you’re left with the image
of sated smiles and a sense of loneliness you’ve become far too familiar with
for comfort.
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