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Marie didn’t know what was going on.
She blinks back at the two who are staring at her with varying degrees of embarrassment. She opens her mouth, only to close it again.
Finally, she manages, “Repeat that again?”
“We want you to have sex, with us.” Frye immediately says. “Like, a threesome. Ya know?”
Marie blinks at her again, before sliding her eyes to Shiver who's fanning themself.
“What she said.” They say with a clear flush.
Marie frowns. “Where did this come from?”
“Well,” Frye starts and she stops, then looks at Shiver, who nods. She continues. “We figured out we both kinda think ya like, hot, like hot hot, the smokin’ kind of burnin’-“
“While I appreciate the praise please get to the point.” Marie says dryly.
Frye huffs, but does. “And we thought maybe you would, ya know, wanna hook up? Because we wanted to spice it up in our sex life. Since we feel the same and can share, we wanted to ask ya too.”
“So you’re both in agreement.” Marie says, crossing her arms. She wishes she had her parasol to fidget with.
“Yes.” Shiver says. She snaps her fan closed. “Completely on the same page. We were actually trying to woo you the past week but that was an utmost failure!”
“You were trying, I was tryin’ to get in her pants.” Frye says leaning back with a shit eating grin. Shiver swats at them, and they hold up a hand, “Hey! I’m kidding!”
Oh. That explains the extra food, and extra table turf sessions, and also the extra shifts they all just happen to be on together.
(And the extra touches. The grazing of Shiver’s hand or the way Frye slung her arms around her. The contact that lingered a far bit too long for Marie to ignore.)
“Huh.” Marie says and rubs her chin. It’s starting to sink in.
“So?” Frye asks impatiently. “Whattada think? Yeah or nah?”
Marie stares at the two of them. She ends up looking away. “Could… could I get back to you?” She hesitates. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m not quite sure yet if I’m ready for, uh, something like that right now.”
“Oh.” Frye blinks. “Sure, I mean, Shiv you okay with it?”
Shiver nods. They look a bit disappointed but shrug. “Of course, take all the time you need, Boss. We will be around.”
Marie nods, a bit put off by everything that’s happening. She looks at her phone, it’s a blank screen. “Uh, I gotta go, Callie needs me. Bye.” She says stiffly.
So she leaves, because what else is there to do. She tries not to feel their eyes on her as she heads towards the grates and jumps in.
——-
Callie’s hanging out at their apartment on the couch. She’s upside down, looking at her phone.
Her head peaks up when she hears the door slam. “Hey, everything went alright at your meeting?”
Marie doesn’t bother answering instead throwing her bag against the wall and kicking off her shoes.
As she flops face first onto the other side of the couch, she groans.
“That bad, huh?”
“They asked me,” Marie begins. She flushes at the memory. She mumbles into the cushion instead, “They asked me to have sex.”
“What was that?” Callie asks, pausing. She puts down her phone. “Can you repeat that?”
“They asked me to… have sex.” She ends up whispering.
Callie blinks at her. “Okay, one more time? You're getting quieter some how.”
“They asked me to have sex! With them! Both of them.” Marie snaps, and then she feels her face burning. “Fuck.”
“I knew it!” Callie sits up. “I knew there was something fishy goin’ on! They were totally flirting and getting handsy with you! Well, whatcha say?”
“I asked if I could get back to them.” Marie feels her ears burn. “Then I left.”
“Bruh.” Callie says. She sounds in disbelief. “Really? After you told me last week if you’d tap them if they asked.”
“I was high!” Marie exclaims.
“Or the time before that, after you saw their splatfest concert. Or the time when you-“
Marie swats at her cousin who giggles.
She’s not in a giggling mood, instead burying her head back into the couch. “Ugh, Callie. I don’t know! Should I? This is kinda… Why me? What if it’s terrible? What if I’m terrible?” The possibilities begin running through her head and she frustratedly pulls at her tentacles.
“Marie.” Callie says, and she puts a hand on her cousin’s shoulder. “Where’s your phone?”
“Uh,” Marie takes her phone out of her back pocket and waves it. “Here?”
Callie snatches it, bolting to the other side of the couch. She unlocks it before Marie can even realize what was happening.
“Callie don’t you dare!” Marie jumps over the arm to try and snatch it but Callie’s reach is just a bit too far for her. “Callie!”
“Aaaand send! Okay, you’re good.” Her cousin holds out her phone.
“What did you-“ Marie snatches it looking down.
Boss > ok. ill do it.
She’s about to try and delete it when two messages begin simultaneously.
Eel > fuck yeah!!! okay u free this Friday?
Shark > This will not be something you will regret!
Marie’s fingers shake as she types out a simple ‘yes’, then closes the phone.
Immediately she feels a sense of dread, then excitement? And then anger. She looks up at Callie who winks.
“You’ll thank me later.” The smug grin on her face is so, so ugh, Marie can’t help but just sit down on the couch and bury her head in her hands.
Callie scooches over and wraps an arm around her shoulders tightly. “You’ll be fine, Marie. You’re all consenting adults just looking to have a good time. Look at it this way, ya gettin’ more action than me!”
“Shut up.” Marie groans but can’t help but smile.
“They wouldn’t have done it if they didn’t want to.” Her cousin ruffles her tentacles and Marie frowns. “Let them take the lead.”
Marie just leans into her shoulder as she drops her hands. “I’m just nervous, you know?”
“Again, you’ll be fine.” Callie smiles. It’s so bright, it soothes the anxiety in Marie’s chest. It makes her want to believe she’s right.
“Want pizza?” Marie asks.
“Hell yeah! Pineapple please!”
Marie scowls. “Absolutely not.”
“I just got you laid.”
“… Fine, half.”
“Yippee!”
——-
Marie doesn’t know if she’s doing this right.
She’s on the couch with Shiver leaning against her shoulder and Frye’s head in her lap.
She’s stiff, a bit uncomfortable, and really wishes she had her vape or had taken a drink to loosen up a bit.
They had just finished eating take out from one of Shiver’s favorite restaurants. The meal made each of them cry, and their mouths burned in a good way. Spicy wasn’t something Marie usually ate, but it was delicious all the same. Even through the pain.
Marie half expected to have them try something then and there, but instead they just pulled her onto the couch to watch a remake of an old human film.
Frye snorts, throwing popcorn at the screen. “Come on, it looks so fake!”
“It is fake.” Shiver says, crossing their arms. “The shark isn’t real.”
”Of course this isn’t real.” Frye rolls her eyes. “But the acting’s awful on top of it. Not to mention it's boring.”
Marie rolls her eyes. “It’s a low budget film, what else do you expect.”
“Low budget doesn’t always mean bad. Sometimes they can be funny, but this isn't even close!” Frye’s eyes meet Marie’s. Her face glows in the light of the screen.
(Marie can see a smirk on her lips, and her golden eye lashes flutter. Her cheeks and lips are a bit flushed. She’s pretty.)
“Well, this was the most iconic horror movie at the time of its release.” Shiver leans further against Marie’s shoulder. Their tentacle tickles Marie’s chin as they get comfortable. “It sold over 3 million copies of the movie’s release. Don’t worry, I know how easy it is for you to have opinions that are less than favorable.”
Frye just scoffs. “Did ya get that off of the box or somethin’?” Frye asks, rolling her eyes.
“No!” Shiver huffs.
Marie tilts her head. “I think I read that word for word on the back cover.”
“Shut up!” Shiver crosses their arms. “Ugh, it's bad enough with Frye teasing me, but not you too, Boss!”
The inkling flinches. The others notice.
“Ya alright?” Frye’s voice is pointed, careful. It reminds Marie of when Callie tried to calm her down when she was little. That alone is comforting.
She hesitates before sighing. “Could you just call me by my name? 'Boss' reminds me of all the work I need to do."
“Ah-” Shiver’s head turns to hers in surprise. “Bos-I mean, Marie, are you sure?”
Marie nods. “Yes,” She shrugs. “Thanks.”
"You got it, Boss." Frye blinks then tacks on. "Marie."
Marie rolls her eyes and nudges Frye's head off her lap. The other inking whines, but Shiver snickers, making her grin in return.
They begin watching again, and Marie can't tell if the lingering tension is only in her head.
"Uh," She begins, because she's somehow feeling a bit more comfortable. "Are… are we going to…"
"Huh?”
Marie keeps her eyes plastered to the screen. This is stupid. Fuck, she's already glowing, whatever. "Are we going to have sex?"
Shiver sits up. Marie already misses the contact. "Do… Do you wanna?"
Marie swallows. "I don't want to pressure either of you, I just wasn't expecting food and a movie."
There's a hand on Marie's cheek, fingers wrapping just under her ear. It makes her look down at Frye giving a toothy grin. Marie resists the urge to melt into Frye’s palm. It’s warm and soft.
"We just thought it’d be nice to hang out.” Frye's eyes flicker to Shiver. “Instead of jumping in. Ya know how we barely get any time to chill outside of shifts. You're workin' too much.”
“Well, someone has to.” Marie clears her throat. “I didn't mean to make things awkward, I'm just pretty nervous I guess.”
Frye’s hand begins to softly scratch behind her ear and Marie hums, closing her eyes. It’s a soothing motion. She feels her shoulders unwind a little. “I can tell, you’re as stiff as a stone head.”
“Sorry.” Marie tries to pull away but Frye’s hand is locked on her head. She looks at the other inking who gives a surprisingly gentle smile. She feels her ears warm.
A hum from her right. “No, it’s our fault. Maybe we shouldn’t have said just sex.” Shiver rubs their chin. “Maybe a date would’ve been better?”
“Probably.” Marie agrees, mind slightly melty with Frye’s continuing affection. “But at least it was straight to the point.”
“I mean,” Frye leans. “We’ll see how tonight goes, maybe we can convince you to do a repeat without the sex part.”
Marie leans into the hand a bit more. “Who says I wouldn’t be convinced without it to begin with?”
There’s silence. A silent dialogue goes between them.
“I told you!” Shiver cries out.
“Nuh uh,” Frye drops her hand and sits up. Marie finds her head chasing the direction it goes. “How was I supposed to know!”
Marie's ears flicker nervously. “Huh?" She frowns. "Well, it's hard to ignore that you’re both…” She loses her words as Frye cups her cheek again.
(Oh cod is she purring? She didn't think she was this touch starved.)
Frye grins. “What was that?”
“Aw. You're glowing so much.” Shiver smirks and trails a finger against the other side of Marie’s cheek. “I almost want you to be all mine.”
(The way their eyes narrow sends a spark to her groin. Marie swallows hard.)
“Hey, hey.” Frye leans forwards. “We’re in this together, you agreed to that.”
“Fine, I suppose I did.” Shiver drops her finger from Marie’s cheek and instead fiddles around her chest.
Frye’s toying with one of her belt buckles. She feels a bit on edge.
And suddenly, she needs to touch them.
She wants to feel their soft skin under her hands. Feel Shiver’s perky breasts in her mouth while Frye’s hand on her dick. She wants to feel Frye’s thick legs around her head and Shiver’s teeth on her neck-
Marie feels her ears warm more. She’s probably glowing a bright green at this point.
She’s about to cross her legs when there’s a hand on her thigh. She looks and Shiver is flashing a mouth full of teeth.
“Oh?” Frye murmurs in her ear. “What are ya thinkin’ about?”
“Nothing.” Marie says reflectively. It sounds so fake against her ears and they both raise an eyebrow.
“Oh come on, Marie.” Shiver’s hand begins stroking her thigh. “We promise we don’t bite.”
“Unless you us want to.” Frye gives a sly toothy grin. “I’m all for it.”
“Maybe I do.” Marie says in a bold stroke of confidence, and Frye’s fangs flash wide. “But you’ll have to make me beg for it.”
She’s not sure who moved first but suddenly she’s being kissed. Frye’s kisses are fiery, harsh, and wet. Marie leans into it, almost as if this was part of the puzzle she’s been missing.
There’s a hand running up her thigh, she’s not sure who it was, but she can feel her dick getting harder by the second.
She lets out an unnatural squeak as Frye tugs her head forwards, hands looping behind the ear, making Marie gasp. The other takes this chance to explore the new space.
(Somehow she tastes like candy, something sweet like syrup. When did she eat that?)
It’s after a few minutes of making out that Frye breaks the kiss.
Marie tries to chase her, only to whine as she’s left alone. Her eyes open, slowly focusing, and she sees Frye wiping the corners of her mouth, flushed. The light from the screen hits the side of her head just right making her eyes glow and her fangs glint.
She glances over and Shiver is watching on with extreme curiosity.
“Holy…” Marie pants. “Holy carp.”
“…Not bad.” The other inkling says, also panting. There’s an excited gleam in her eyes that looks almost dangerous. “But you haven't felt anything yet. Shiver, you want a turn?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Shiver grins.
“Huh?” Marie asks, still trying to chase the sensation of her lips. She can't help but stare at them.
“I’ve been wanting to do this so badly…” Frye moves as Shiver climbs on top of Marie, straddling her. Marie reflexively grips at Shiver’s hips. They're wearing those grey tight leggings with the slits up the side.
(They accentuate their curves just right in a way that makes her mouth dry.)
Marie trails up and down, feeling the soft skin and clothes. She slides her way to their sarashi, and lingers just at the hem, waiting, and taking a deep breath as the octoling leans in next to Marie’s ear.
“Do you want to explore me?” Shiver purrs. “Put your hands on my chest? Make me moan?”
“… Yes.” Marie breathes. She can't help but be surprised at how open they are, in front of Frye too.
“Hm?” Shiver tilts her head. “What was that?”
Marie’s brain stutters as her gaze catches the other inkling, who’s pants have been discarded leaving her in boxers. The bulge of a tentacle was clear.
A narrow finger drags across her jaw making her look back.
“Eye’s up here.” Shiver grins. “She’ll get you after me.” She says this like a command.
“May I touch you?” Marie exhales, almost whimpering as Shiver sits heavier on her lap. She knows the octoling can feel her hard on through her pants.
“You may.” The octoling smiles wider.
Marie lurches forwards to try and kiss them, but Shiver’s faster. They dodge, instead kissing down her neck.
She growls, about to reposition, but claws press against her chest, holding her back. At the same time, Shiver grinds against her bulge.
All thoughts disappear.
"I think her dick is as big as yours." Shiver comments.
Frye snorts. "No way."
"I don't know, it feels pretty big." Shiver grins looking back at Frye.
Frye moves closer and Marie watches as a heavy message is sent between the two of them.
They kiss.
(The way Frye's opens her mouth, the way Shiver's accepts with ease to taste her.
The way Marie wants them too. Both of them.
It's making her burn.)
Frye moves so close that Marie can see the small movements of her ears flickering, and the little indention between her eyebrows when Shiver nips her lip too hard.
Shiver gasps against Frye's lips as they begin grinding against Marie's hidden cock. She ends up holding their hips, moving with them slightly with heavy breaths.
(The sounds they are making are maddening, Marie decides, but feels almost paralyzed while she watches the two hypnotically kiss.)
"Hmm." Shiver's eyes turn to Marie. Frye trails kisses down their neck. "Enjoying the show?"
Marie lets out a shaky breath. "Definitely."
"Maybe we should-" Shiver whimpers as Frye nips right under their chin. "Perhaps we should take this to the bedroom."
"Since when do you make smart comments?" Frye asks. Shiver bares their teeth to nip at her but she moves away in time.
"I am perfectly smart all of the time." Shiver leans their head back slightly. "Something you would never understand."
Marie can't help but huff with laughter. "Can smart people be clumsy? I remember you fumbling with some smoke bombs a while back."
"Of course they can!" Shiver exclaims, ears turning red.
"So ya admitting you're clumsy?" Frye slings an arm around Marie's shoulder. The contact feels good.
Shiver cross their arms before standing up.
(Marie can't help but blush as the tent in her pants becomes more visible. Wow she didn't expect to be this worked up.)
"We'll settle these accusations in the bedroom." Is all they say before stomping to one of the doors.
Frye's ears flicker as she looks over her shoulder. As she turns back, her voice goes a sultry low. "I wonder how Shiv would feel if we ganged up on them," She winks. "Follow my lead?"
Marie blinks, curious. "Sure, what have you got planned?"
Frye grins wide. "You'll see, don't worry. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"Frye! Marie! Get in here!" Shiver shouts and both inklings laugh.
"Comin' sharky-poo!" Frye taunts as she stands.
(Marie's eyes rake over her torso, soaking in the way she moves with precision. The body of a dancer.)
Shiver's loud groans. "Fuck off eel-scum!"
"Ya comin'?" Frye ignores Shiver and raises an eyebrow. She holds out a hand.
Marie takes a deep breath, and lets it out. "Yeah, let's go."
She grabs her hand and Frye pulls. Marie glows a bit brighter as she's led the way.
---------
They head into Shivers' room. The amount of shark paraphernalia is astounding. From the ocean themed walls, to the shark decals on the expansive king size bed posts, to even their blankets that have mini shark patterns on them.
"Wow." Marie says. Half in awe and half surprised with all the decorations.
(She shouldn't be, but for some reason she is.)
Shiver's lay on their back with their arms still crossed.
"It used to be a mess." Frye breaks their hand contact as she climbs onto the bed. "See Shiv' aren't ya glad we managed to clean before she came?"
"I am not listening to you." Shiver rolls their eyes.
"I haven't come yet." Marie says reflectively before she realizes what she even spouted. The glow that had been dull flares to life once more.
"Bwhaha!" Frye laughs. "Damn, didn't know ya had a funny bone."
Shiver snickers too sitting up. “I like this side of you.” They say before crawling to the edge of the bed. “Don't you, firecracker?”
Frye gives a toothy grin and sticks out her tongue. “Of course, I feel like I should've thought of that one.”
“Maybe next time.” Shiver says, and they lean forwards towards Frye, “But I’m too hungry to think about that much now.”
They kiss again. Shiver’s hand grips onto Frye’s shirt, pulling her more on top of them. Frye smiles into it, her tongue already poised to go further, but then her hands grab Shiver’s wrists and pin them in front of them.
“Hey!” Shiver exclaims as they break from their kiss. Their panting. Marie can see the way their cheeks are flushed.
“Marie,” Frye says, breath hitching. “Do you want a turn?”
“Yes.” Marie says. Her ears flicker down a bit when she realizes her eagerness, but when Frye nods her head over she can't help but come.
Sliding onto the bed she sits next to them, Frye moving off of Shiver, whose hands are now over their head. Marie swallows as they both look at her with warmth.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Shiver teases, squirming under Frye’s hands. “Or touch me already.”
“Impatient.” Marie manages to say, but grabs at their chest making their breath hitch. “Can I take these off?”
“Please.” Shiver breathes.
Marie slides her hands again up their smooth body. Slowly, tracing every aspect of skin and divots. When she gets to the wrappings, Shiver lifts their torso up to make sure she can loosen them easily.
Soon they're topless, their perky nipples already hard from their earlier grinding and the cold air.
Frye looks at them through a lidded gaze. “They like when you suck on them. Don't you?”
“Shut up.” Shiver huffs again, but their blush says otherwise.
Marie licks her lips and dips down to take the flesh between her lips, licking around the sensitive nipple. She can feel Shiver quivering, breaths breaking from the stimulation.
“Uugh.” Shiver moans. “Fuck.”
“You like that?” Frye asks.
“I-I don't know, what does it seem like?” Shiver snaps back, but takes a sharp breath when Marie nibbles. Instinctively, they move their legs together, squirming a bit from the sensation.
Marie hums, hand trailing down, down, down before it's right at their hemline.
“Can she touch you, sharky?” Frye murmurs against their head, and Marie feels so thankful she doesn't have to stop.
Shiver’s moans are breathy, whining like they've never been touched. The octoling strains against the yellow inkling’s hands. “Y-Yes. Marie, please.”
Marie does. She dips her hand down under their tights and feels their folds. They’re wet, so wet, and sliding between them felt so easy. Her own arousal is growing too, she could feel it in the pit of her stomach as she circles their outside.
“Damn, what a great view.” Frye breathes, and Marie stops her assault on Shiver’s boobs to look up Her eyebrows shoot up at the sight of
the other’s boxers that are halfway down her legs, revealing a blue ribbed tentacle. The tip was already dripping precum.
“I want you.” Marie blurts out before fear overtakes her.
Frye’s eyes widened before softening. She grins, full fangs out. “If you do a good job with Shiver, I’ll let you have a treat.” She says, leaning in and giving a gentle kiss.
Marie savors it, and smiles as Frye can't help but nip at her lip as they part. Gold meets gold, and Frye winks.
Marie takes that as cue to continue her duty.
Shiver’s eyebrows furrow as they try to dissect what happened between them, but don't get far. At least not before Marie closes on their breast once more, carefully using her tongue to tease all sorts of sounds and twitches. Shiver gets slicker as she circles around their vulva once more, making her hum as a response.
Marie slows to peer at the octoling. Shiver’s eyes scrunch up, tentacles curling at the tips signaling their satisfaction. She slides her gaze to Frye, who watches them intently.
“I think they could go for more.” Frye says, those gold eyes hooded. “But give me some sugar first.”
Marie gladly stops, both sucking and touching the octoling to meet the other inkling half way again.
Frye combs through the bangs of her tentacles away from her face while giving a chase kiss on the lips as she takes Marie’s hand, the one was slick with Shiver’s arousal, and puts it into her mouth and sucks.
Marie watches, hypnotized as Frye’s tongue laps up Shiver’s arousal. She’s so enamored she doesn't realize that a hand was on her dick until it squeezes. She gasps buckling. She looks down to see Shiver smirking, one wrist free due to Frye’s own hand on her own.
“Not fair.” Marie says.
“Y-You're the ones who are teasing me.” Shiver huffs out. “Get on with it.”
Frye releases Marie’s hand with a pop, chuckling. “Never change.” She purrs, giving a chase kiss on Shiver’s cheek. “At least you taste good, brat.”
“Hmph, your brat.” Shiver sticks out their tongue. They smile at each other, and Marie flushes at their intimacy.
“Are they always like this?” Marie asks, and she can't help but eye Frye pumping her tentacle lazily. Shiver must've noticed her eyeline, because another squeeze on her dick makes her buckle slightly. “Hah.”
“Focus on me.” Shiver half demands, half pleads. “I can be yours too, if you're good.”
The barging drives Marie to take the opportunity and explore, using her hand to trail down, dancing over Shiver’s stomach, before landing back at the juncture of their clothed hips. She watches as they buck their hips up in want. “Are you ready for my fingers then?”
Shiver nods quickly.
Marie slips their leggings down to easily slides one in, then two, and with a few warm up pumps she curls them upwards causing Shiver to give a guttural moan. “M-Marie, fuck, just like that.” They say.
Frye is still pumping her tentacle, but stops, moving to position it over Shiver’s face instead. Shiver immediately knows what to do, licking the underside.
“Th-That’s fucking good.” Frye pants. More precum leaks out, smearing onto Shiver’s face.
There’s an ache, deep in the pit of her heart and groin that Marie hasn't felt in before. She decides to pull her fingers out, causing Shiver to gasp as the tension stops. The liquid on her hands was deep blue. Her head trails back to Frye’s previous actions.
Maybe a taste.
“Wha-” Shiver starts, but yelps as Marie yanks the leggings off in one swift movement. She may have ripped them, but at that moment what was underneath is what she cares about.
They're glistening from the flirting and her fingers. Marie gets closer, and Shiver’s musk makes her boner twitch. She kisses right below their belly button, nibbling their skin as she makes a trail down to their heat.
One lick, and the moan that Shiver lets out is music to her ears. She continues administering slowly, kneading the inside of their thigh.
“I-I’m, fuck- Frye-” Shiver muffled sobs get cut off and Marie manages to get a peak of what is happening.
Frye is getting sucked off at the tip, shallowly pumping into Shiver’s mouth around their groans. Frye gives her a toothy smile, and Marie hums, wanting to make Shiver stop to delay her pleasure.
She doubles down, finally slipping two fingers back in and using her tongue to circle back and suck their clit.
She gets her desired response. Shiver moans, pulling their mouth off of Frye’s tentacle to grip harder onto Marie’s head.
“P-Please, just like that, oh fuck.” They whimper as Marie continues to eat them, curling her fingers. “I’m going to- shit!”
The way they squeeze her head, practically suffocating her as they grind against her mouth signaled their orgasm. She keeps sucking steadily until their legs relax around her ears.
A shudder runs through them as Marie lapses up their cum, kissing their clit softly before moving away from their crotch while they both catch their breath. Marie feels her own dick leaking, twitching to be touched or some sort of friction to get herself to cum. Something tells her though that if she tried right now, the process would take much longer, and the other two wouldn't let her live it down.
“How was she?” Frye asked, stroking Shiver’s tentacle as they suck in a deep breath finally regaining some speech function.
“Amazing.” Shiver just chokes, and it makes Marie’s chest flair up with a sense of pride.
“Hm,” Frye grins again at Marie, and beckons her closer. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Marie does as she's told, in a daze as Frye reaches out and rubs the spot behind her ears that makes her purr. The other inkling kisses her, and Marie sucks in a quick breath before she opens her mouth to let Frye taste her.
“What a show.” Frye breathes between nipping Marie’s lip and kissing. “You said you wanted me, hm?”
Marie nods, chasing her lips. She whines when Frye puts a finger on her mouth.
“I want to see everything, then you can taste it.” She says tugging at Marie’s clothes. “You did such a beautiful job with Shiver… I have some ideas.”
Cryptic, but Marie was too hard to care. She ends up shiming out of her pants, leaving her in her lacy underwear she bought a month ago. Her dick peeks out from underneath, and she blushes when she looks at hers compared to Frye’s much larger tentacle.
“Wow.” Frye grins tugging her closer and kissing. “Never thought you’d be one for lace, Marie.”
“I’m not normally...” Marie huffs, still a bit winded from Shiver’s orgasm. The sudden ogling is a surprise, but not unwelcome. “... B-but they make me feel more confident when I do.” She mumbles, feeling her ears dip down as her face heats up.
Frye smiles, the big toothy one that makes Marie’s heart melt. “You got that right. Do you have a matching top too?”
Marie feels her flush burn hotter before nodding. She lifts her shirt and slowly pulls it over her head, tossing it off the bed. As she turns back, Frye’s eyes are the color of caramel as she rakes her gaze down her body.
Marie fiddles with a tentacle, not sure what to do now.
Shiver huffs. “Why don't you ever look at me this way?”
“Because you never do what I ask.” Frye sticks out her tongue. “Marie here is a good girl, unlike someone I know.”
Marie squeezes her legs at the unexpected praise. She barely manages to hold back a whimper.
Frye’s ears twitch, and she raises an eyebrow. “Hm, you liked that? You want to be a good girl, our good girl?”
“H-hey.” Marie can't help but whine now. “Isn't it the opposite way around?”
“I’m not the one who looks like she’s about to burst.” Those caramel eyes shift down. “Am I now.”
Marie looks down, and a mixture of shame and glee washes over her when she sees her dick fully erect and dripping. Having the others eyes on her is exposing in all the right ways, like she didn't know it could feel like this.
“I think she should get closer.” Shiver states. Their arm is propping their head up as they watch the two. “She’s gonna fall off the bed.”
“Oh!” Frye says, and pats the spot to where Marie can follow. And again, the grey tentacled inkling does what she's told.
“Wait.” Frye says, and Marie stops. Those eyes rake over her body a second time. “Damn, you're hot.”
“You're not half bad yourself.” Marie says.
Frye's ears flicker this time, clear embarrassment over her face as she grumps, “Just shut up and kiss me.”
Marie, satisfied by the development, closes the gap again. She's thankful for the contact as Frye’s fangs graze her lips. Hands roam her body, and she can't tell who is who, but she doesn't care.
Frye keeps pushing forwards, guiding her down so that Marie ends up with her head slightly propped up on one of Shiver’s pillows. She smiles again, mouth in that wide grin as always. “You ready?” She asks.
Marie almost asks for what when she feels something slick against her own dick. She looks down to see Frye’s tentacle hardening against her. The differences between Splatlandian inklings and Inkopolis inklings always surprised her, this was no exception. Her own was apparently more reminiscent of the humans, taking on a less mobile appendage besides getting excited. Frye, well, it looked as though she could control every aspect.
She swallows. “Yes.”
Frye grinds, causing both of them to groan. Her tentacle’s ridges rubbed against Marie’s in just the right area.
“Fuck, Frye.” Marie gasps. Jolts of electricity send her grasping onto the other inklings back for support.
Frye grunts, lowering her hand to surround their shafts with ease. She strokes them with ease, and Marie moans as she thrusts upwards.
They continue to grind against each other easily. Frye is leaking precum onto Marie’s stomach, mumbling sweet nothings into her ear, kissing where her jaw and neck meet. Marie humps too, unable to stop herself from nibbling Frye’s shoulder as the tension inside her builds.
And then Frye bites, and from that alone Marie almost cum. All movement slows, causing her to choke a sob, “Please, please, please.” She babbles.
Frye gives a muffled hum, licking the bite. “Please what?” She asks. She doesn't slow down her grinding, but she doesn't move to speed up either. Marie feels like she's boiling.
“Please let me cum.” Marie whimpers.
Frye chuckles. “Do you still want to taste me?”
“Yes!” Marie says.
Frye sits up and jerks away, making Marie gasp and try to follow the sudden lack of contact.
“Then not just yet. Calm down first.” Frye ordered.
Her tentacle unwrapped from Marie’s and the grey tentacled woman let out a stuttering breath. Fuck. She closed her eyes to force the impending orgasm away. She had been just bordering the edge. Tears gathered and, but she gathered herself slowly, breath by breath.
“Aw, you got her looking so pathetic,” Marie hears Shiver murmur.
“You did that too, sharky-poo.” Frye cooed and she heard them kiss, loud and wet.
With her heartbeat and head finally back to more normal levels, Marie opens her eyes. Frye and Shiver are kissing over her, fangs and sharp teeth grazing each other's lips and Marie just knows that they're going to bruise. Neither of them mind as they gasp and groan, and honestly, Marie doesn't mind either.
They release their breath. Shiver grins as Frye leans her forehead on their shoulder, clearly more winded. Red eyes spot her watching, and they narrow. “Oh, are you calmed down now?”
Marie doesn't trust her voice, so she just nods instead. Shiver smiles wider, and motions for her to move closer to them.
Marie does, inching down the bed. She waits, and is rewarded with Shiver holding her chin, dragging it to them so they could give her a chase kiss.
“Oh Frye, you saw how much she was begged for your cock,” Shiver's voice is sultry, something deep and seductive. Marie felt herself melt. “And she held herself back so well, I think you should let her now, hm?”
Frye huffs a laugh, lifting her head. “Guess you're right, Marie, what do you think?”
Marie flushes. She fidgets. Her dick twitches, which doesn't go unnoticed by the others who’s grins are growing wider. “I-I think I’m going to explode if we don't stop talking.”
They both laugh, but the warmth in their eyes and the quick kisses on her lips makes Marie smile instead of cower.
Frye chooses to further the kiss, leaning forwards, and licks, tongue dominating her mouth so suddenly that she just moans.
She ends up laying on her back again, propped at a lower angle, but this time Frye straddled her head, her dick’s tip a bit harder and curled. “You made Shiver come pretty fast, you wanna try a new record?”
A challenge. Marie grins, but doesn't say anything. Instead, she grips Frye’s muscular thighs, placing a kiss directly on the base of her tentacle. The other inkling keens over, not expecting the sudden movement, stabilizing herself on the headboard.
“Fuck.” Frye growls.
“Told you she’s good.” Shiver taunts, but Marie’s unable to see what they're doing.
“Fuck off.” Frye says, and Marie opens her mouth, licking up the base until she receives the tip in her mouth. She sucks, getting the appendage to mold into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around, causing Frye’s thighs to stutter. “Ah!”
Marie can't move her head, but Frye ends up starting to hump sporadically. Her dick was smooth every moment she felt tasting her was something else. Delicious and addicting.
But then she felt her own dick slip inside something hot and wet. She realizes, hazily, Shiver’s riding her, and the arousal she had forgotten for Frye's sake is now back in full force.
The mental image that both of them now riding her-
She moans, muffled due to Frye’s dick, but the vibrations causes Frye to jut, moaning as well.
“Marie,” Frye manages as they jerk themselves into her mouth. “God, you feel so good. You're taking my dick so well.”
“Y-yeah.” Marie can barely hear Shiver from the ink rushing through her ears. “She's so big. I feel so stretched, oh god-” When they start grinding, that's when Marie’s brain shuts off.
She continues to suck, kneading Frye’s thick thighs. In her peripheral vision, she notices elegant hands appear from behind Frye to paw at the other inkling's large chest. Marie moves to focus as Shiver’s red claws tug at her nipples, causing the tentacle in her mouth to thrash in pleasure.
“Fuck, Shiver!” Frye leans back into them, and Marie almost expects them to ignore her as they kiss, but Frye digs her fingers in the back of her head and pulls, forcing her to go farther. She breathes out to avoid gagging, but in turn juts her own hips up.
They all moan.
The sounds, the smells, the pressure. Marie could die like this.
Marie just barely sees Shiver bite into Frye's neck, but she can feel the surprise in her thighs as the muscles tighten, and suddenly a flood of cum is in her mouth as they shout. She goes to continue to suck her through her orgasm, but Frye tugs her head back and the blue ink spurts over her face. She yelps in surprise and Frye gets off, revealing Shiver still bouncing on her dick.
Marie lets out a strangled gasp, not realizing how much of a breath she was holding. She reaches to grab Shiver’s thighs, but Frye’s strong hands grab Marie’s, pinning them above her head. The green inkling squirms on instinct.
“Don't come until Shiver does, okay?” Frye says, before nipping her ear.
Marie nods furiously, tears gathering from the edge once more that she tries to ignore.
“Please d-don't stop.” She manages. To Frye. To Shiver. To both of them.
Frye’s toothy smile is what she sees before she closes her eyes. They kiss, Marie practice is about to come right there.
Shiver rides her, taking all of her in as they rub themselves. “Ah,” They gasp. Frye pulls away, but makes sure to keep Marie’s hand as they whisper sweet nothings into Shiver’s ear.
By the hitched breath, Marie senses their coming orgasm, just as they kiss. “Fuck!” They gasp. Marie can't help but whimper as her cock is squeezed. One last jerk, and Shiver cries out in pleasure, leaning a hand on Marie’s pelvis to stabilize causing her to see stars.
And then she’s coming too. The crest finally crashes, and she moans, low and guttural, rising up to meet them and shooting her load into Shiver. The shockwaves hit her so badly she feels like she can't breathe, her arms tingle as she grips Frye’s hands like it's her last life line.
When she comes to, she realizes her mouth is dry. Her body is still shaking, and she doesn't dare move, still surprisingly inside Shiver who’s laying on top of her. Their head was nestled in her shoulder. Frye is lying to Marie’s left, brushing her bangs while cuddling close.
Frye kisses her temple at the sight of her looking. A lazy smile that makes Marie’s chest just burst.
I love this. Marie silently thinks as she blinks slowly. Never in a million years would she have expected something like this to happen, feeling so cared for and tender and warm.
“How ya feelin’?” Frye’s low voice is a stark contrast to her usual energetic tone.
“Like I just got exploded by a splat bomb.” Marie answers. “In like, fifty different ways.”
“Same,” Frye cuddles closer, resting her hand on Shiver’s back. Marie couldn't tell if the octoling was asleep or just resting. “That was mind blowing.”
Marie nods, just slightly. She frowns, the stickiness on her face drying. “We should shower.”
“Later.” Frye's voice is soft, as if she’s falling asleep. “Let me just regain my strength.” She yawns. “But if you want to stay, maybe we can go for round two.”
Marie can't help but chuckle at that. She closes her eyes, nuzzling both Shiver and Frye’s head. She purrs, her heart warming with her two partners near her. “I wouldn't miss it for the world.”