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works/283176.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Gloria_Union
  Relationship:
      Yggdra/Elisha/Kamuru
  Character:
      Elisha_(Gloria_Union), Kamuru_(Gloria_Union), Yggdra_(Gloria_Union)
  Additional Tags:
      Polyamory, Threesome_-_F/F/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-11-25 Words: 583
****** riding on the waves of a tropical storm ******
by feralphoenix
Summary
     It's hard being a pirate captain, and no one understands. (It's just
     as hard to keep one in a good mood, and nobody understands that
     either.)
Notes
     (these small yet significant orbits in the language of desire)
“—and, you know, it’s great that the old man decided to go straight and even
stop drinking, but he really didn’t have to drink a hole through our funds
first. Nothing really gives anybody leave to be that, that inconsiderate—”
The day has been long, the day has been frustrating, and Elisha has a whole
head of steam to blow off. The high red spots on her cheeks are most likely
more from anger and exasperation than anything else. And it’s admirable, really
admirable, that she has enough devotion to her duties as new captain of the
Gloria that she can even worry about finances when she’s this preoccupied. But.
“Shishou, your shoulders are just going to get tense again,” Kamuru interrupts,
very quietly, very politely. Elisha makes a thin growling noise and leans
backward, her head falling with a thunk onto the broad muscle between his
shoulder and neck.
She is a knot of frustrated energy even now, even at a time like this, but the
taut shudder of her muscles and the hum of her body quiets—if only
minutely—when Kamuru lifts up his hips. The angle is awkward, but all the same
he slides deeper into her. She breathes out, momentarily pacified by the heat
of his cock filling her: Yggdra can tell by the sudden blurring of her eyes the
instant that the head of him passes over that extra-sensitive spot.
Elisha swallows—her throat works visibly—and goes on in a slurred voice. “What
I’m trying to say—what I’m telling you is, is that it’s really hard being the
captain sometimes, and no one ever seems to notice that.”
Her coherency is crumbling at the edges, but she will go on like this and undo
all the good they have done if she is not stopped, and so Yggdra smiles and
nods at Kamuru, who rolls his hips with greater vigor. Elisha gasps and her
chest arcs upwards as he fucks up into her. The angry tension in her body is
melting down, reforming along lines of voracious arousal. Opaque trickles of
fluid are running down the exposed length of Kamuru’s penis and the lower parts
of Elisha’s thighs, hanging pendulous as dew from their skin and then dripping
and beading on and sinking into the sheets when they move.
“We know,” he says, as he kisses at the base of her jawline; “we know—”
“—and that’s why we’re here, that’s why we’re appreciating you,” Yggdra
continues for him as she reaches out. They have arranged her so that Kamuru is
piercing her from behind and she is draped up senselessly along his chest,
baring the whole of her to Yggdra’s fingertips, which search the length and
breadth of her for sensitive places.
Elisha’s hands grab for and settle on Yggdra’s shoulders, heavy and grasping.
Yggdra smiles at her captain and best friend and cups Elisha’s right breast
with the fingers of her left hand—kisses her just above her left nipple—and
then reaches down to roll her thumb over the hot angry little peak of Elisha’s
erect clit.
She feels Elisha’s temperature change beneath her lips, watches from the corner
of her vision as Kamuru nuzzles sweet and shy into their captain’s temple.
Elisha sucks in a breath and moans and Yggdra smiles against the soft arc of
her breast, following the spasms of Elisha’s orgasm with careful hands.
Smiles, because if only for one more night, peace on the Gloria has been
preserved.
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