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Your office door creaked open without warning—no knock, just the smooth click of heels against tile. Vautour leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow arched as she took in the stacks of paperwork littering your desk.

"Drowning in bureaucracy, little Chief?" Her voice was velvet wrapped in steel, amused but edged with impatience. She flicked a glance at the half-empty coffee mug before walking in to stand before your desk.

"Is there something you need, Vautour?"

She leisurely leaned against the edge, her posture relaxed.

"Do you happen to be free this Friday evening, little Chief?"

"This Friday evening….." you fetched your calendar, "Hmm, I guess so. Nothing major scheduled for now."

"Well then, would you be interested in accompanying me to a banquet in Eastside as my partner?"

Your eyes widened at that, not expecting such a proposition.

"As your partner? And do I say that I'm the Chief of MBCC?"

Vautour chuckled, "Why not? I doubt most wouldn't recognize you by now~"

You hesitated, fingers drumming on the desk and she could practically hear the gears turning in your head.

"It's.… complicated." you muttered, avoiding her gaze. "I can't just waltz into Eastside as your 'partner.' You are a merchant from Outlands and a detained Sinner."

Vautour's smirk didn't falter, her gaze fixed on yours as her fingers tapped a slow rhythm against the desk.

"Ah, professional concerns." Her tone carried a dangerous lightness, like the calm before a blade's descent. "Tell me, Chief, do professional reasons also apply when Ms Franc has her tongue down your throat in the hallways?"

You froze in place, suddenly speechless from her accusation.

"T-That's—" you fumbled, not knowing how to reply for a moment.

"Different— is what you are going to say, isn't it?" she continued for you.

You cleared your throat, ready to give a poised reply but Vautour stood up before you could, turning away to walk out.

"I jest, little Chief." she stated in a casual tone, "I knew you would refuse, but I still wanted to try asking. Don't worry your pretty little head over it now."

You were speechless once again and simply watched as she walked out, the sound of the door shutting bringing you out of your trance. You let out a sigh and decided to not think about it, instead focusing on the work in front of you. The same day, a few hours later, Chelsea stopped you in a hallway. She flashed you a charming smile and curtsied elegantly.

"Chief~" she greeted, voice dripping with sweetness. "What a fortunate coincidence to run into you here."

You eyed her warily, already sensing where this was headed. Chelsea had that particular glint in her eye—the one that usually meant trouble dressed in silk and jewels.

"Chelsea." you acknowledged cautiously, taking a half-step back.

Her lips curved into a practiced smile, fingers brushing imaginary dust from her brocade sleeves.

"I was hoping to discuss a trifling matter— specifically, the Eastside Autumn Banquet this Friday."

She stepped closer, "You see, I require a companion, and who better than our dear Chief?"

Your lips twitched at that, was this the same banquet Vautour invited you to? Regardless, you had your answer ready.

"I'm afraid I cannot, Chelsea. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to be seen with you in such a place."

Chelsea made a delicate noise of disappointment, pouting her lips as though you'd rejected the finest gem rather than a political minefield. She twirled a lock of her hair around one finger, watching you through lowered lashes— a calculated gesture, meant to disarm.

"Oh, Chief…." she sighed dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest as if wounded, though the mischievous glint never left her eyes. "Must you wound me so? I assure you, propriety is the last thing Eastside cares about when the champagne flows."

Her fingers brushed your sleeve, feather-light, the scent of jasmine and something spicier clinging to her like a second skin.

"Think of it— me on your arm, all those petty aristocrats seething as you outshine them without even trying. You can just be my sugar baby, no need to be the Chief of MBCC for one evening~"

The laugh that escaped you was strained, your shoulders tensing as she traced the embroidery on your uniform with one manicured nail.

"That's exactly the problem, Chelsea. Last time you called me that in public, three Eastside heirs tried to have me 'removed' before dessert."

You caught her wrist gently but firmly, putting distance between you just as her other hand strayed too close to your belt.

"Besides, that won't work anymore. I'm a little too known now to pass as just another one of your sugar babies."

Chelsea's laugh tinkled like shattering crystal, her fingers curling against your palm where you still held her wrist.

"Oh, darling, you say that as if it's a bad thing." She leaned in, her breath warm against your jaw. "Think of how jealous they'll be when they realize the infamous Chief lets me have my way with her~"

You chuckled, averting your gaze, "As fun as that sounds, I will still have to decline. I'm sorry, Chelsea."

Chelsea's smile didn't waver, it sharpened instead. She leaned in closer, pressing you against the wall with the effortless grace of a cat who knew exactly where to strike.

"Oh, Chief. Do you know how many people would kill for an invitation from me?" she murmured, voice syrup-sweet as her fingers traced the line of your collarbone through your uniform, slow and deliberate. "And yet here you are, refusing me twice in one day."

You smiled nervously, "I'm sure there must be many. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do."

"Oh, but Chief~" Chelsea tutted, pressing closer still, her thigh sliding between yours with shameless precision, the stiff brocade of her gown scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin. "Running away so soon? And here I thought you'd at least let me convince you properly."

You sighed, "Please, Chelsea. Don't make this difficult, you know why I refuse, it's not going to change no matter what you do."

Chelsea's smirk deepened, her fingers tracing the buttons of your uniform with deliberate slowness.

"Difficult? Me?" she gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to her chest like you'd wounded her, "I merely wish to persuade you, Chief~"

Her other hand slid down to your waist, nails digging in just enough to make your breath hitch. The sudden sting mixed with the warmth of her body against yours, her perfume wrapping around you like a silken trap. You caught her wrist again, but she twisted her grip effortlessly, pinning your hand against the wall beside your head.

Her lips brushed your ear, the words dripping like poisoned honey, "Tell me, does our dear Chief have something better to do Friday night?"

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady, "Paperwork, meetings, patrols…. Not getting assassinated by jealous socialites."

Chelsea's laugh was a silken purr against your jaw, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

"How utterly boring...." she sighed, though her grip tightened fractionally, her nails like tiny brands against your wrist.

"Surely our esteemed Chief deserves a night of indulgence after all her hard work?"

The innuendo dripped from her lips like molten gold, her thigh pressing insistently between yours.

"Indulgence tends to leave me with more problems than I started with." you countered breathlessly, arching away only for the cold wall to meet your back.

Chelsea's laugh was the chime of broken glass, beautiful and dangerous. She withdrew with a sigh, trailing her hand down your arm, "A shame, I thought I could convince you. But no matter, I understand your reasons and I certainly don't want to make it hard for you, my darling~"

She leaned in to give a quick peck to your cheek, leaving a smudge of her red lipstick then walked away with a wink.

"You always know how to break a girl's heart, Chief~" she called over her shoulder, her laughter lingering in the air long after she'd turned the corner.

You exhaled sharply, fingers unconsciously brushing the spot where her lips had been, the ghost of her perfume still clinging to your collar. The hallway felt colder without her presence, as if she'd taken all the warmth and mischief with her when she left.

On Friday afternoon, you were in the middle of approving reports when Nightingale came in to deliver new files.

"Chief, there are new orders from the 9th Agency." she stated while handing you the topmost file.

Before you could flip through the file, your comms rang and Langley's voice came through.

"Rookie, clear your evening today. You will attend a banquet on my behalf." she ordered, her voice smoky.

"A banquet?" you asked as you finally opened the file and skimmed through the contents, 'The Autumn Banquet, hosted by the Quinn Group'. You immediately remembered Chelsea's invitation, and supposedly Vautour's.

"This…. is hosted by Eirene?" you questioned, suddenly feeling cautious, "Why do you want me to go in your place?"

"Other important matters came through. This is merely a gathering for the rich to show off, no threat has been identified as of yet. You can relax and indulge for once."

You pursed your lips, "Do I really have to go? If there's no danger then—"

"4 of your Sinners will be there. I believe that's a reason enough for you to be around, even if they will behave themselves. That's all, there is no other choice."

She hung up before you could reply. You looked at the file again then at Nightingale's concerned face and let out a sigh, "I'll be going to a function in Eastside today, I'll leave things in your hands here."

Nightingale nodded without a second thought, "Noted, Chief. Shall I fetch a set of suitable clothes for you?"

"Yeah, just keep them in my room. Thank you."

The Eastside Banquet Hall loomed before you like a gilded cage, its towering marble columns wreathed in ivy that shimmered with enchanted luminescence. Your tailored suit, midnight blue with silver embroidery catching the light, felt uncomfortably tight around the shoulders as you ascended the steps. The lobby was a dizzying whirl of crystal and murmured intrigue, guests swirling like leaves in a storm. You caught the elevator just as its doors began to slide shut, only for a gloved hand to dart between them. The metal groaned open again to reveal Countess Chelsea, resplendent in a gown of ruby that clung to every curve. Her smile was a blade wrapped in velvet.

"Fancy meeting you here, Chief~" she purred, pulling you inside by tugging on your tie just as the doors closed.

The elevator’s golden interior reflected the flush rising up your neck as Chelsea pressed you against the mirrored wall, her hips pinning yours with practiced ease. Her intoxicating scent filled the confined space, mingling with the hum of machinery beneath your feet. Her fingers traced your jawline, slow as a executioner’s blade, before curling around your chin.

"Well well…. look what the cat dragged in~" she husked, her thumb brushing your lower lip, "Who said they couldn't attend for…. professional reasons, hm?~"

The elevator jerked upward, your stomach swooping in tandem with Chelsea's predatory grin. Her knee slid between yours, the slit in her dress allowing sinful access as she crowded you against the wall. The scent of her perfume—blood-red roses steeped in cognac—flooded your senses as her teeth dragged along your pulse point.

"This is still professional." you breathed out, bracing yourself, "I'm here on a mission."

Chelsea’s laugh vibrated against your throat, her teeth nipping just hard enough to make your pulse stutter.

"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?~" The elevator dinged softly as it passed another floor, but she made no move to release you. Instead, her hand slid down to your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your suit with deliberate pressure.

"How very dutiful of you, Chief~" Her voice dripped with mock admiration, lips brushing yours without quite meeting them, just enough to make you chase the contact.

The elevator chimed again as another floor passed, another heartbeat thrumming against her palm where it splayed across your chest. Chelsea's fingers curled into your lapel, pulling you flush against her as her thigh pressed higher between yours. You bit back a groan when she rolled her hips, the intricate beading of her gown scraping deliciously against your sensitive inner thigh.

"Are you here to keep an eye on me and others? To ensure we don't do something… naughty?~" she whispered in your ear.

"Well, yeah. 4 of you are here at once, I have to be careful."

She chuckled, "Oh, but don't you know…." she paused, leaning near your collarbone, "….We are only naughty when you are around, Chief~"

Your eyes darted to the floor number display, showing approximately 2 floors until your destination. Chelsea smirked and pulled aside your coat then swiftly kissed on your shirt near your collarbone, leaving a print of red lipstick before she released you and stood as if nothing happened. The doors opened and she strode out nonchalantly while you desperately fixed your appearance then walked out. She gave you one last glance over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing with that knowing look. Oh, the party just became more fun than she anticipated. The grand ballroom unfolded before you like a fever dream—chandeliers dripping with liquid gold light, clusters of Eastside's elite swirling in a sea of silk and secrets. Each step forward felt heavier, the weight of too many familiar gazes pressing against your skin. Then you spotted Eirene lounging near an ice sculpture, her champagne flute dangling carelessly between long fingers while some noble droned on beside her. Her bored expression shifted—just a flicker—when she noticed you. Her lips curled slowly, like a shark scenting blood in the water. With your shackles, you faintly sensed two other presences nearby, undoubtedly Cabernet and Vautour.

You snatched a glass of something amber from a passing tray, letting the burn of aged whiskey coat your throat as you navigated the crowd. Every sip sharpened your senses—the clink of crystal, the rustle of skirts, the occasional burst of laughter that sounded more like a knife being sharpened. Vautour materialized near the hors d'oeuvres, dressed in a shimmery silver gown that made her skin glow under the chandeliers. She caught your gaze over the rim of her own glass, raising it in a slow, mocking toast before vanishing behind a group of investors like smoke.

Eirene's voice cut through the murmur of the crowd before you saw her, that cool, amused timbre slithering against your spine.

"My partner~" she purred, materializing at your elbow with a fresh flute of champagne pressed into your suddenly empty hand.

"How… unexpected to find you here." Her fingers lingered just a heartbeat too long against yours, the heat of her touch at odds with the ice in her smirk. The scent of her perfume clung to the air between you.

"Tell me, did the 9th Agency send you to babysit?~"

"Are you saying you are not happy to see me?" you smirked, taking a sip from your glass.

Eirene hummed in response, her fingers ghosting over your sleeve before she leaned in close, close enough that her breath tickled your ear and her lips brushed against your skin as she whispered, "Oh, I am very happy."

The way she lingered on those words sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes raked over her form once; the dress she wore was new, you had never seen this glittering gold gown before.

"You look stunning." you complimented, making Eirene let out an amused chuckle.

"Seems I already drew your attention tonight. Well, enjoy while you can. I wonder…. if you'll still be standing by the end of the night, hm?~"

She pulled away with a slow, knowing smile before melting back into the crowd, leaving you with the phantom warmth of her touch. You dwelled on her words for a moment then snapped out of your trance, shaking your head to focus on more important things—like the woman walking towards you.

"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, little Chief~" Vautour husked.

She looked around you and hummed, "Hm, I don't see a partner with you. Seems you are here for some other reason."

"Yeah, I have been sent to monitor you all." you replied with a sigh, making Vautour chuckle softly.

"Seems fate had it in store for you to be here anyhow. Although, I would have preferred a more pleasant method…."

Vautour's gloved fingers curled around your wrist like a silken manacle, tugging you toward a shadowed alcove draped in velvet curtains. The sudden shift from glaring chandeliers to intimate darkness made your pupils dilate, or perhaps that was the way her thumb traced slow circles over your pulse point. She crowded you against the wall with effortless grace, her gown whispering against your suit as she leaned in close enough for her breath to ghost over your lips.

"V-Vautour, what are you—"

"Shh~" she silenced your protest with a finger to your lips.

Vautour's grip was silk over steel, unbreakable but so soft you barely registered the pressure until she had you pinned against the wall, her thigh sliding between yours with predatory precision. The alcove smelled of champagne and her perfume that made your head spin when she leaned closer, her free hand sliding up your chest to toy with your tie.

"Still worried about professionalism, little Chief?~" Her whisper was velvet-dark, lips brushing your earlobe as her fingers tightened around your wrist.

You averted your gaze, "….What brings you here? Did Eirene invite you?"

Vautour chuckled at your attempt to divert the topic, she then hummed and continued toying with your tie.

"As a merchant, socializing is quite crucial. Parties like this provide…. ample opportunities~"

Vautour's knee pressed higher between your thighs, the silk of her gown whispering against the inside of your leg. Her hand slid to your lapel, lifting just enough to glance at the red lipstick mark left by Chelsea.

"My, my~" she murmured, her thumb dragging over the smudged stain. "Someone's been busy."

Before you could respond, her lips replaced her fingers—not to clean the mark, but to press a fresh kiss just above it, teeth grazing your collarbone through the fabric. The sudden sting made your breath hitch, drowned out by the distant swell of string music and clinking glasses from the main hall.

"Vautour—" you managed, voice strangled as her free hand slipped beneath your suit jacket, nails scoring lightly over your ribs.

"Shhh~" she murmured against your throat, her lips migrating upward to trace the shell of your ear. "We wouldn't want to draw attention, would we, ma cherie?~"

Her gaze raked over you from head-to-toe, taking in the sight of your flushed face and dazed eyes. She licked her lips, resisting the urge to push you down and have her way with you.

"Mmm, I suppose I'll go easy on you for now. After all, there's still quite a few hours left in this banquet…."

Vautour's husked words curled against your skin like smoke, her lips brushing your pulse point in a slow, deliberate tease before she finally closed the distance. The sharp bite of her teeth made you gasp, your fingers curling into the velvet drapes behind you as she sucked a bruise into the tender skin of your neck. The pain-pleasure mix sent sparks down your spine, the wet heat of her tongue soothing the sting just enough to make you shudder. When she pulled back, her satisfied smirk was illuminated by the faint glow of distant chandeliers— her lipstick smeared slightly, her pupils blown wide with something darker than the alcove's shadows.

"You look good marked, little Chief~" she murmured, thumb tracing the fresh bruise with possessiveness that made your stomach flip.

The scent of her, expensive perfume layered over something inherently dangerous, clung to your skin stronger than the mark itself. Outside the alcove, the indistinct murmur of the party continued, blissfully unaware. Vautour released you with a parting nip to your earlobe, her chuckle low and pleased as she adjusted your skewed tie with mock propriety.

"Till later, mon trésor~"

Then she was gone, slipping back into the crowd with the effortless grace of someone who knew precisely how to disappear. You straightened your tie with trembling fingers, the ghost of Vautour’s teeth still burning against your neck. The ballroom air felt suddenly thick, champagne bubbles popping against your tongue when you took another sip did nothing to cool the heat crawling up your throat. A passing waiter offered canapés on a silver tray; you grabbed one blindly, the taste of smoked salmon and caviar dissolving into nothing as you swallowed. Across the room, Cabernet’s laugh cut through the murmur of investors— a sound like shattered crystal, sharp enough to draw blood. She was leaning into some Eastside heir’s space, her gloved fingers toying with the stem of her wineglass, but her eyes…. those damnable eyes, were locked on you. The heir said something, and she threw her head back in another laugh, the column of her throat gleaming under the chandeliers even as her fingers tightened around the glass.

Then she was moving, weaving through the crowd with liquid grace, her hips swaying just enough to make silk whisper against silk, her cane tapping in sync with her heels as she closed the distance. You turned sharply toward a potted fern, pretending sudden fascination with its leaves— but it was too late.

"Well, if it isn't the Chief of MBCC!"

Cabernet's voice dripped honeyed venom as her hand closed around your wrist. She spun you toward the circle of socialites with theatrical flourish.

"Ladies, you simply must meet my newest acquaintance!~"

Cabernet's fingers pressed like brands into your pulse point as she dragged you into the circle of jewel-bedecked socialites, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. The champagne in your glass trembled as she squeezed, her thumb stroking the delicate skin of your inner wrist in counterpoint to her saccharine tone.

"Oh, Ms Franc. I wasn't aware you had acquaintances in a place like that Bureau...." A noblewoman's fan fluttered near your cheek, the scent of rosewater cloying as Cabernet positioned you squarely in their midst like a specimen under glass.

Cabernet's grip on your elbow tightened, just shy of painful, as she tilted her head with performative innocence.

"Oh? You all haven't met MBCC's finest?" Her laugh tinkled like breaking chandeliers. "Dear Chief here assisted me in procuring lost treasures some time ago, leaving quite an impression~"

"Ah, but that's not all there is to it, is there…. West District's Hero?~" the noblewoman remarked with a smirk, which Cabernet mirrored.

You shot Cabernet a look—her smile was too innocent, her grip too tight. She squeezed your arm again as if to say 'play along'. You swallowed and replied smoothly, "Just doing my duty, nothing more."

The noblewoman leaned closer, her ruby necklace catching the light as she examined you like a prized stallion.

"Such modesty!" Her fan fluttered. "But surely the Chief has more… interesting talents?"

As you navigated through the den of vultures eager to extract every morsel of information from you, Cabernet remained quiet, mildly amused. She glanced to her right at an approaching waiter, positioned perfectly. A vine discreetly slid from under her dress, slinking towards the waiter as he stopped near the group to offer drinks. Just then, the vine twisted in his ankle and pulled, making him stumble. His tray tilted, an avalanche of crystal and crimson wine arching straight towards you. Cold liquid splashed across your trousers, soaking through the fabric in an instant stain. Gasps rippled through the circle but Cabernet merely reacted, instead patiently moving to your side and looping her arm with yours.

"Oh dear, that's going to stain if we don't hurry. Allow me to assist, Chief~"

She was about to drag you away but you tugged your arm out of her grip effortlessly and kneeled near the fallen waiter, helping him stand up.

"Are you okay? Be careful of the glass shards."

The waiter stammered apologies, his shaking hands clutching the remnants of his tray. Cabernet's vine slithered away unseen, her expression unreadable as she watched you kneel among the wreckage with champagne soaking into your knees and crystal shards glittering against marble like treacherous stars. The socialites murmured among themselves, their collective gaze weighing the scene with detached amusement. You stood, brushing off your ruined pants with deliberate slowness, the wine's chill seeping through the fabric. Cabernet stepped closer, her hand hovering near your elbow.

"Let's get you cleaned up before the stain sets, darling."

Cabernet's fingers curled around your elbow, steering you through the murmuring crowd with practiced ease. The fabric clung uncomfortably to your skin as she guided you toward a gilded hallway lined with oil paintings of dead oligarchs, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm against marble.

"Such a terrible accident~" she murmured, though the gleam in her eye suggested otherwise.

The bathroom doors swung open to reveal a decadent tableau—gold-leaf mirrors, black marble countertops, and the faintest scent of jasmine beneath the cleaner's chemical sting. Cabernet locked the door with an audible click before crowding you against the sink, her hands already unfastening your belt with alarming efficiency.

"You planned that." you hissed as her knee pressed between your thighs, the wet fabric chafing uncomfortably, "I sensed you using your powers. That was dangerous, Cabernet. What if someone got hurt?"

Cabernet's laughter curled against your throat as she peeled the soaked trousers down your hips, her fingers skating over bare skin with deliberate slowness. Then, she dropped to her knees gracefully, her cane tilted against the counter and her shawl draping across the floor.

"Now, now~" she murmured, pressing her lips just above your knee where the wine had soaked through, "what sort of noble would I be if I didn't rectify such a…. messy situation?"

Her tongue darted out to lick a slow stripe up your inner thigh, savoring the tart sting of alcohol mingling with your sweat. You gripped the marble edge of the sink, knuckles whitening as her teeth grazed the sensitive skin there—not hard enough to bruise, just enough to make your breath catch.

"You were quite chivalric back there, Chief. I don't think you realized how smitten those ladies became the instant you helped him~"

Cabernet's words curled around your thigh like smoke, her lips trailing upward in slow, deliberate kisses. The wet fabric of your ruined trousers pooled around your ankles, cold marble biting into your calves as she dragged her tongue along the seam of where wine met skin. Each flick sent sparks up your spine, the alcohol evaporating under her breath in tingling bursts.

"You taste like Eastside's finest~" she murmured against your skin, her gloved fingers kneading the muscle of your thigh with just enough pressure to make you buck. "Such a shame to waste a good vintage…."

Your breath hitched as she dragged your underwear down, freeing your half-erect shaft, "C-Cabernet, don't—"

Her hand wrapped around the base with possessive pressure, silencing your protest with a single stroke, slow and deliberate as her thumb smeared the bead of precum leaking from your tip.

Cabernet licked her lips, "Mmm, let me have an appetizer before the main course, Chief. I have waited so long~"

Her lips wrapped around your tip, tongue swirling around the head with expert precision. The sudden heat made your thighs twitch, fingers curling tighter around the marble edge. She hummed around your length, the vibrations traveling straight to your core as she sank lower inch by torturous inch. The sight was obscene—her hand working the base while her mouth took you deeper, her crimson hair falling around her head. Your hands instinctively tugged her hair, not pulling, simply drawing back for ease. Cabernet pulled back with a wet pop, licking her lips as she gazed up at you through her lashes.

"Hmm~ So tense…." she mused, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your inner thigh.

"Are you worried we'll be caught?" Her chuckle was low, throaty, as she leaned forward again, this time pressing a teasing kiss to the tip before dragging her tongue along the underside, "Or is this simply… too much for you, dear Chief?~"

The bathroom's ambient noise, the distant hum of the party, the faint drip of a faucet— all was drowned out by the wet sounds of her mouth working you over. Her free hand crept up to knead your thigh, fingers digging in just enough to leave fleeting crescents in your skin. When you twitched, she pulled off with an obscene sound, lips glossy and swollen.

"You're adorable when you're trying to stay quiet, Chief~" Cabernet whispered, dragging her teeth along the underside before swallowing you whole again.

Your hips jerked involuntarily, the sudden tight heat making your spine arch, only for her to pin your hips to the sink with bruising force.

"Ah-ah~" she tutted around you, the vibrations traveling straight to your core as she pulled back just enough to speak. "Stay still, Chief. Or I'll stop~" The devilish glint in her eyes said otherwise. "Unless you want me to?~"

Cabernet's gloved fingers dug into your hips as she took you deeper, deeper than should’ve been possible, until your tip hit the back of her throat and her nose brushed your pelvis. The sound you choked out was half-strangled, her name dissolving into static as she swallowed around you, the wet heat tightening relentlessly. She pulled back slowly, lips dragging along your shaft, then sank down again with a filthy moan that vibrated through your core. Your thighs trembled, the marble edge biting into your palms as her tongue swirled beneath your cockhead on the upstroke, her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin behind your balls.

"C-Cabernet…. I'm close— ngh, oh God….!~"

You barely choked the words out before Cabernet redoubled her efforts, her hollowed cheeks creating sinful suction as she took you to the hilt again. Her fingers dug possessively into your hips, keeping you pinned against the sink as she swallowed around your length like she wanted to milk every last drop from you. The sounds of the banquet outside faded completely under the wet, obscene noise of her mouth working you, punctuated by your ragged breathing. Cabernet pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the weeping tip, watching your face contort with pleasure before diving back down with renewed hunger. Your fingers twisted in her hair, not guiding but just holding on as she took you impossibly deep once more, swallowing around you until tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. The sight alone nearly sent you over the edge.

A sudden knock at the door made you jolt, but Cabernet only hummed around your cock, the vibrations wringing a choked moan from your throat.

“Occupied~” she sing-songed against your skin, lips dragging lazily up your shaft before taking you deep again just as the door handle rattled.

Your pulse spiked, but Cabernet’s grip merely tightened, her nails biting through fabric as she hollowed her cheeks with deliberate slowness. The knock came again, sharper this time, followed by Eirene’s cool voice slicing through the wood: “Really, Cabernet? At my event?”

Cabernet pulled off with an obscene pop, her grin feral as she wiped her glistening lips with the back of her hand.

“Patience is a virtue, Eirene~” she purred, rising fluidly to press you harder against the sink, her thigh slotting between yours with bruising pressure.

The door handle rattled—locked, but not for long if Eirene decided to override it. You barely had time to register the cold marble against your bare thighs before Cabernet’s fingers curled around your chin, tilting your head up to meet her gaze.

“Now where were we?~” she murmured, thumb swiping across your bottom lip just as the lock clicked open.

Eirene stepped inside, her heels striking the tiles with lethal precision. The door swung shut behind her, sealing the three of you in the lavish tomb of black marble and gold. Her gaze slid from Cabernet’s smudged lipstick to your disheveled state, one eyebrow arching like a drawn blade.

"I don't appreciate my bathrooms being used for such…. debauched activities, Cabernet." Eirene glared.

Cabernet ran a finger across your lips, smirking as she turned to Eirene.

"Oh, don't act as if you wouldn't do the same if given the opportunity~"

You swiftly pulled up your pants and tucked yourself back in before either of them could do anything.

"We are not doing this, you both." you huffed and turned around to face the mirror and turned on the faucet, dropping water on your pants to wipe away the stains.

Eirene hummed and approached, her cold fingers wrapping around your wrist to stop your frantic scrubbing.

"You're making it worse, my partner." she murmured, her breath ghosting over your damp collar.

Her other hand reached past you to pluck a linen towel from the stack, the fabric impossibly soft against your skin as she dabbed at the remnants of Cabernet's little accident.

"You always make a mess of yourself for others…." Eirene mused, fingers tracing the damp patch on your thigh with deliberate slowness. "First Chelsea's lipstick, then Bleu's teeth marks, and now Cabernet's… enthusiasm."

Her fingers tightened abruptly around your wrist, pulling you flush against her as she tossed the ruined towel aside. Behind you, Cabernet chuckled, her gown whispering against marble as she leaned back against the sink, watching with feline amusement.

"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Eirene~" Cabernet purred, twirling a lock of your hair around her finger.

Eirene merely scoffed at that, "I have no reason to be jealous. Chief already gave me some exclusive attention earlier, isn't that right, my partner?~"

You lingered in the depths of her dichromatic eyes, your gaze slipping to the pale reveal of her chest and the glimmer that played across her gown, before rising to meet her stare once more. Eirene chuckled softly, her grip tightening imperceptibly on your chin before she dragged her thumb across your lower lip— the same motion Cabernet had used moments before, but colder, more deliberate.

"I see the others have left their marks." she murmured, her voice laced with amusement as her thumb pressed just hard enough to sting. "How careless of them to think that would be enough."

Cabernet's laughter curled against the nape of your neck like smoke. "Oh, and what would be enough for you, Eirene? A signature? A brand?"

Eirene's gaze lingered on yours before she abruptly retracted and wiped your pants once again, "That should be enough. Come now, I want you to meet some people."

She gripped your hand as if you were hers, ignoring Cabernet who chuckled and turned to face the mirror, fixing her own state now.

"I'll wait for my meal, Chief~" she husked before reapplying her lipstick while Eirene dragged you out.

Eirene’s grip on your wrist was unrelenting as she pulled you through the banquet hall, her heels clicking a precise rhythm against marble that made guests instinctively part like frightened fish.

"You’re attracting far too much attention tonight, Chief. I don't suppose the 9th Agency intended for this." she murmured, though her thumb stroked your pulse point in quiet contradiction.

Of course, she knew you were sent in place of Langley. The champagne flute she plucked from a passing waiter’s tray was pressed to your lips before you could protest—bitter bubbles bursting against your tongue as she tilted it mercilessly upward.

"Drink." she ordered softly, her dichromatic eyes flickering with something darker when your throat bobbed, "And act your usual self. You have a reputation to uphold, partner~"

The champagne burned all the way down, or perhaps that was Eirene’s fingers trailing up your spine beneath your jacket, her nails scraping just hard enough to make you shiver. Across the ballroom, Chelsea’s laughter rang out like shattering crystal, her eyes already beckoning you from where she held court near the ice sculpture centerpiece.

"Don’t look at her, Chief." Eirene murmured against your ear, her breath chilling the sweat on your neck. "You are on a mission, aren't you? Your shackles will tell you all that you need to know without getting close to any of them."

You raised an eyebrow, "Are you suggesting I stay by your side?"

She smirked, "Isn't that the safest? This is my party. None of them can steal you from my side~"

A silent agreement lingered in the air as you gazed at each other before she led you through hordes of guests— dignitaries and rivals alike. She briefly introduced you to some people before expertly steering the conversation to other topics, ensuring you wouldn't be bothered unnecessarily. You had always known Eirene was immensely skilled in the art of socializing with people from all walks of life, but still seeing her skills on display so close was fascinating. You subtly picked up some cues and made mental notes for your own learning, hoping to do better yourself in the future. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she was able to have a moment of peace as she finished greeting all important guests. You picked a glass of water from a passing waiter and offered it to her, making her softly smile at you as she accepted the glass.

"This doesn't seem like much of a party for you, Eirene." you commented.

She chuckled, "That's how it always is, Chief. Party, banquet, gathering.... are merely fancy terms. This is a battlefield, an arena. Every toast, every laugh conceals a lethal trap.... or a golden opportunity.

You furrowed your brows at that, feeling slightly dejected at the notion but understood what she meant.

"So, what are your weapons? Some.... complex conversations and charm?"

Eirene chuckled, "For instance, choosing the right gown is also an important negotiation tactic. An impeccable outfit draws attention and exposes weaknesses."

She eyed you slyly, "Just like before…. how long did your gaze linger on me, Chief?~"

You swallowed thickly, feeling embarrassed at being caught but maintained your composure with a smirk.

"Long enough to memorize every seam, just in case you needed backup if negotiations turned violent."

Eirene's laughter was low and honeyed, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

"Mm, is that so? And here I thought you were simply indulging in the view. How dutiful of you."

She noticed a few people approaching then turned away, "You don't need to concern yourself with it, Chief." she continued while glancing at the guests approaching, "This is my battlefield, and I'm glad to have you by my side for now. In the future, I await the imminent battle when we'll be on opposite sides. Till then, watch and learn as much as you can~"

Her lips curled into a smirk, "Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment."

You watched her walk away, feeling something amiss. Something about the way her heels clicked against the marble, the deliberate sway of her hips, told you she expected pursuit. Then, it became obvious when she glanced at you over her shoulder, her crimson eye slightly hooded and lips curled as if beckoning you to follow. The hallway swallowed sound, muffling the distant hum of the banquet as you followed her shadow toward an unmarked door. It was already ajar, the dim glow of a single lamp spilling out like an invitation—or a trap. You glanced around to ensure you weren't followed then quietly approached the open office, peeking inside to see Eirene leaning against the table. She smirked again as you stepped inside, relaxing her body further against the desk.

"Coming to me yourself while others had to use cheap tactics to pull you away…. It seems I win— again~" she announced as she watched you walk closer.

The door clicking shut behind you echoed unnaturally loud in the quiet room, sealing away the distant laughter and music beyond. Eirene didn’t move yet, her fingers drummed idly against the polished wood of the desk while she watched you with half-lidded amusement. The lamp cast jagged shadows across her face, sharpening the curve of her smirk, the predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Well, shall I have my turn now?~"

Within moments, Eirene grasped your tie and pulled you flush against her body, her lips brushing yours with deliberate hesitation, just enough to make your breath hitch. The scent of her perfume coiled around you like a promise, but she didn’t kiss you yet.

"You aren't the type to wait for your turn, Eirene." you murmured against her lips, your hands snaking around her waist.

She chuckled, her tongue darting out to wet her own lips, "Indeed. But I wait for the right opportunity— to claim everything at once."

With that, she slammed her lips on yours, teeth clashing before her tongue pushed past your lips with no patience for resistance. The taste of champagne lingered between you, bitter and effervescent, but it was drowned out by the heat of her mouth and the sharp dig of her nails through your shirt. You felt her smirk against you when your grip tightened on her hips, dragging her closer. Her body arched against the desk, one leg instinctively rising to lock around your hip as she pulled you closer. You grabbed her held up leg, holding it firm while her arms wrapped around your neck, your lips moving in a passionate and deep exchange. The world narrowed to the slick slide of tongues and the mingling breaths between stolen gasps, your fingers pressing bruises into her thigh where you gripped her. She moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating between your lips before she pulled away to breathe for a moment, still holding you close as your breaths mingled. But, before she could say anything, you dipped your head to kiss along her exposed neck, your lips travelling over her soft skin. She tilted her head back to give you access, her fingers treading through your hair and pulling you closer.

"Mmmh~" she moaned, "Am I the first one to bear your marks tonight, Chief?~"

You chuckled against her skin as you went lower, laying your face in her breasts, "No marks, for now~"

Eirene smirked in return, "Oh, how considerate. As expected of my partner~"

She pulled your face up again, crashing your lips in another passionate exchange. The heat between you two grew stronger, lips moving in sync— no doubt leaving both of you breathless as time trickled away. The muffled sound of the banquet outside seeped through the walls, a distant reminder that you were still in public, still at risk of being discovered. But neither of you cared. Eirene’s fingers tightened in your hair, dragging you impossibly closer, her hips pressing against yours in slow, deliberate rolls that had you groaning against her mouth. Eventually, she pulled back with a sharp inhale, her lips swollen and glistening. Her smirk was self-satisfied as she smoothed her hands over your rumpled jacket, fingers lingering just long enough to tease before she stepped away entirely.

"We’ve been gone too long." she murmured, though her voice lacked any real urgency.

She turned to the mirror hanging beside the desk, reapplying her lipstick with practiced precision, her reflection watching you with amusement as you adjusted your tie. The smudged crimson at the corners of your mouth told its own story, but she merely smirked and dabbed it away with her thumb before licking it clean. Eirene smoothed invisible wrinkles from her dress, the fabric whispering against her skin like a conspirator.

"Do try to look less ravished, Chief~" she murmured, though her own swollen lips betrayed her.

The way she leaned back against the desk with one leg slightly bent and fingers tracing the wood grain suggested she wasn’t in any hurry to return.

"Or what? People will spread rumours that the CEO of Quinn is having an affair with the Chief of MBCC?" you teased.

Eirene laughed—a rare, unrestrained sound—before catching your chin between her fingers. Her thumb traced your lower lip, smearing the remnants of her lipstick further.

"No one would dare." she murmured. "The difference between rumour and fact lies entirely in who controls the narrative~"

Her thumb pressed against your lip a fraction harder, just shy of painful, before she withdrew it with a slow drag that sent heat coiling low in your gut. The static charge between you two crackled even as she turned toward the door, her silhouette framed by the dim glow of the hallway’s chandelier.

"Stay close when we return." she said, not looking back.

And then, just like that, Eirene dissolved back into the banquet's current, her posture instantly shifting— shoulders relaxing into effortless authority, her laugh ringing just a half-step too bright to be genuine. You watched her pluck a fresh champagne flute from a server's tray, her fingers barely grazing the stem before she was already mid-conversation with a dignitary whose name you'd forgotten, her smile sharp as a honed blade. Time stretched strangely in the ballroom's gilded haze. You sensed their presences with the shackles— all of them stood in different corners of the room, seemingly surrounded by their own circles. Cabernet held court near the grand piano, her laughter like spilling mercury as she dangled a wineglass between two fingers, swirling the contents idly while some politician leaned too close, close enough for her to casually adjust his tie with her free hand, her smirk widening when he froze. Across the room, Vautour lounged on a velvet settee, one leg crossed over the other as she toyed with a dessert fork, listening to some noble's monologue with detached amusement.

Chelsea had positioned herself near the champagne tower, the crystal glasses catching the light and casting fractured reflections across her face. She wasn't drinking, merely spinning an empty flute between her fingers while a man in military uniform spoke animatedly beside her. Chelsea's smile never reached her eyes. You felt the phantom weight of her gaze flicker toward you once, twice, like a tongue testing a split lip before she deliberately turned her shoulder to block your line of sight. For some time, you felt relieved and peaceful as none of them approached you, likely all busy with their associates. It was far easier to monitor them from afar this way. You enjoyed the solitude by indulging in appetizers, the generous spread fulfilling your soul.

But soon, the loneliness crept in, gnawing at your gut. Perhaps it was the lingering sensations of their marks, and the taste of Eirene’s lipstick on your tongue— either way, the emptiness grew unbearable. Without thinking, your gaze flickered toward each of them, as if hoping one might glance back, might acknowledge you amidst the sea of faceless guests. But none did. Cabernet’s fingers now traced the rim of her glass while murmuring something inaudible to a laughing diplomat. Vautour hadn’t moved from her perch, though the noble beside her had leaned closer, his hand hovering near her knee. Chelsea, ever the enigma, tilted her head as the officer whispered something far too intimate for public decorum, her lips curved into something dangerous. The weight in your chest tightened with each passing second. This was irrational. You weren’t meant to want them like this— not here, not now. And yet, the way Cabernet’s fingers lingered on that stranger’s sleeve made your jaw clench. Vautour’s idle smirk at some joke you couldn’t hear coiled heat low in your gut. Chelsea’s deliberate pivot away from you felt like a hook beneath your ribs, reeling you in.

You didn't realize how you seemed to want their attention, how they unintentionally— or perhaps intentionally, who knows— made you envious.

Cabernet's fingers brushed the politician's wrist as she plucked a grape from his plate, her tongue darting out to catch the juice before it could spill. The man's throat bobbed as she leaned in to murmur something, far too close for comfort, making your grip tighten around your glass. Vautour hadn't moved from her settee, but the noble's hand now rested fully on her thigh, his fingers kneading the silk of her dress like he had any right to touch her. The slow drag of Chelsea's hand as she adjusted the officer's medal deliberately made you purse your lips into a thin line. Your brows furrowed as you sensed each of their movements, their lingering thoughts. You knew this was merely empty flattery, they were professionals, nobles— actions like these were common for them. But your chest tightened all the same. Focusing on your duties was the priority. This banquet was still a battlefield, after all. With that in mind, you picked another glass of champagne and downed it in one go, forcing yourself to watch other dignitaries, analysing potential threats and distractions.

Eirene had disappeared into the crowd again, likely engrossed in another strategic conversation. Cabernet’s laughter echoed somewhere near the piano, sharp and mocking, but you didn’t turn. Instead, you studied the intricate carvings on the ceiling, counting the chandelier’s crystals until you lost track. Time stretched and warped as glasses clinked, conversations blurred into white noise and the clatter of silverware dulled beneath the orchestra’s swelling crescendo. In some time, the final toast was delivered with practiced ease—something about unity, prosperity, the usual hollow eloquence— but the moment the last crystal flute touched down, the room’s entire cadence shifted. Guests peeled away in murmuring clusters, their exits as choreographed as their entrances. You stood idly, shifting weight from one foot to another as you watched the hall empty out. You lingered longer in order to keep monitoring them until they'd leave.

Cabernet never once glanced towards you, her fingers now curled possessively around the politician's elbow as she steered him toward the exit, her smirk sharpening when he stumbled over his own feet. Vautour rose from the settee at last, the noble’s hand still glued to her thigh as she led him toward the grand staircase, her hips swaying like a metronome set deliberately slow. Chelsea had vanished entirely, but you caught the trailing hem of her gown disappearing past a column, the officer’s eager footsteps following just a beat too quick. Even Eirene remained conspicuously absent, swallowed by the thinning crowd. The champagne in your glass had gone flat. You swirled it absently, watching the bubbles die against the crystal. It wasn’t supposed to matter. Their games were their own— calculated, rehearsed performances meant to unsettle rivals or coax secrets from loose lips. But the way Cabernet’s nails dug into that stranger’s sleeve, the way Vautour’s laugh pitched just a shade too sweet, the way Chelsea’s fingers had lingered on that medal.... each detail etched itself behind your eyelids like a brand.

A server brushed past, their tray laden with half-finished desserts. The clatter of porcelain snapped you back to the present. The grand hall was nearly empty now, the last stragglers murmuring their farewells. You exhaled through your nose, rolling your shoulders to dispel the tension coiled there. Then, Eirene materialized at your elbow with a whisper of silk and the ghost of a familiar perfume, her fingers curling around your wrist with deliberate pressure.

"Did you enjoy my party, Chief?~" she husked, her other hand grabbing your chin.

Her thumb traced your lips, pressing down just hard enough to sting. The phantom taste of her lipstick lingered, metallic and sweet. Before you could answer, the distant creak of a door echoed through the nearly-empty ballroom and three sets of heels clicked in perfect sync against marble. You didn’t need to turn to know who approached: Cabernet’s stride was liquid confidence, Vautour’s steps precise as a scalpel, Chelsea’s gait smooth like a blade unsheathing. Cabernet’s laugh curled around your ear first, her breath warm against your neck as she plucked the empty champagne flute from your grip.

"How cruel, leaving us to entertain these dull men all evening~" she purred, her teeth grazing your earlobe as she leaned against your back.

Vautour appeared at your other side in a rustle of silk, her fingers trailing up your arm to your shoulder.

"Did you think we wouldn't notice, little Chief?" she murmured, her thumb pressing into the hollow of your collarbone. "The way your fingers clenched every time one of us touched another?"

Your breath got caught in your throat. Of course, the shackles. How could you forget they sometimes spilled your own thoughts and desires…..

They surrounded you from all sides, caging you in the middle like prey as Chelsea's cool palm slid up your chest while Eirene's fingers tightened around your wrist in silent warning. The scent of Cabernet's wine-laced breath mingled with Vautour's expensive perfume, a dizzying blend that made your pulse hammer against your ribs. Chelsea was first to move, pressing herself flush against you with a purr.

"Aww, my baby, you should have told us you felt neglected! We would be more than happy to cling to you throughout~"

You blushed and averted your gaze, "N-No, I was fine. You all have your own guests to attend to."

A sharp tug on your tie from Chelsea forced your attention back, her nails dragging down your chest slowly, stopping just above your belt.

"Now now, don't lie, my darling~" She tilted her head, her smile widening when your breath hitched.

Behind you, Cabernet's laughter vibrated against your spine as her hands slid around your waist, her thumbs pressing circles into your hips.

"You counted every time someone touched us." Vautour observed, her fingers tracing the shell of your ear.

Chelsea's lips brushed your jaw, her voice a whisper. "Such a greedy little thing. I knew you were always possessive of us no matter how much you denied~"

Eirene chuckled darkly, her grip on your wrist tightening as she pulled you towards an empty room, the others closing ranks behind you like a living cage. The distant clatter of clean-up crews echoed through the emptying halls, but none dared approach—whether by coincidence or design, you couldn't tell.

"W-Wait, you all, this isn't—"

Cabernet's fingers slipped beneath your tie, loosening it with a sharp tug that cut off your protest.

"Shh~" she murmured against your shoulder blade as Chelsea's palm pressed flat against your stomach, fingers dipping beneath your waistband.

"We saw how restless you got watching us play with others. Isn't this what you wanted, darling?~"

The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you in with the mingling scents of their perfumes, each note layered thick as their hands now mapped your body. Chelsea's teeth grazed your earlobe while her fingers worked your belt loose, the leather hissing through loops. You swallowed hard as Cabernet's palms slid up your chest, popping buttons one by one with deliberate slowness.

"Look at her…." Vautour murmured, circling to face you with predatory grace. Her thumb swiped across your parted lips, collecting the tremor there.

"So possessive when we tease others, but now that we're all yours...." Her nail scraped your lower lip, "Suddenly shy, little Chief?~"

Eirene chuckled, "Isn't that one of the many things we adore about her? Although...." she came closer and pulled your coat off, "....I would like to hear it from your own mouth~"

Her proposition sparked something sinister in others, their smirks widening slowly while you blinked nervously.

"Hear.... what?" you asked, swallowing on nothing.

"Oh, don't act all innocent now, darling~" Chelsea cooed, stopping her movements right when she reached your pants' button.

Cabernet cupped your chin and pulled your face to the side while she nuzzled into your shoulder, "Say it, Chief. Say what you felt, and what you want now~"

They waited with bated breath, anticipation buzzing through them as their gazes remain fixed on you.

Heat crawled up your neck as you swallowed, trying not to give in to them, "T-This is ridiculous, what's the point of it?"

Cabernet suddenly pressed her body against your back, her warm breath fanning over your shoulder. "The point?" Her fingers trailed down your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your pants.

"The point is you're ours, Chief. Every glance, every pulse spike—we felt it all. And yet…" She nipped at your earlobe, "You refused to claim us."

You pursed your lips, "B-Because I know it's all just for show, empty flattery, words and gestures meant to disarm and…." you glanced at Eirene, "Seize opportunities."

Chelsea's laughter was low and liquid, her fingers finally undoing your pants with a slow, deliberate pull. "Oh darling…." she murmured, her breath hot against your neck, "Do you really think we'd waste energy playing with men who couldn't even handle being in the same room as us?" Her nails scraped your abdomen, making you twitch. "Those were not even worth to be appetizers. You?"

Cabernet leaned in to whisper, "You are the main course, the dessert…. everything, Chief. Always~"

The button on your pants finally popped open with an obscene little click, Chelsea's fingers dipping beneath the fabric to trace the taut line of your hipbone. You sucked in a sharp breath as Vautour's palms slid up your bare chest, her thumbs brushing your nipples with deliberate, maddening lightness.

"Say it, partner." Eirene ordered, murmuring against your collarbone and her teeth scraping skin just hard enough to sting. "Or shall we make you?~"

Her hand slid down your stomach to join Chelsea's, their fingers intertwining over the swell of your cock straining against your underwear. The dual pressure of Chelsea's nails digging in and Eirene's palm grinding down made your knees buckle. Cabernet caught you with a thigh between your legs, her teeth sinking into your shoulder as Vautour leaned in, her lipstick smearing across your jaw like a brand.

"Say it, little Chief." Vautour breathed, her tongue tracing the shell of your other ear. "Say how badly you wanted to take us away from them~"

Chelsea's fingers curled possessively around your length through the fabric, squeezing just shy of pain as Eirene's teeth found your pulse point. Your vision whited out for a second, hips jerking helplessly into their combined grasp. Cabernet's thigh pressed harder between your legs, the silk of her dress rubbing torturously against your trapped erection while Vautour's nails raked down your chest. Their combined actions overwhelmed you and you finally declared your desires.

"F-Fine, yes— I was jealous…. seeing the attention you all gave them…."

The confession tore from your throat like a pulled stitch, ragged and raw. Cabernet's delighted hum vibrated against your spine as Chelsea's grip tightened, her thumb rubbing slow circles through the damp fabric.

"Jealous?" Vautour repeated, her lips curling against your jaw. "Or possessive?"

Eirene's laugh was a dark purr as her fingers joined Chelsea's beneath your waistband, fingertips tracing the leaking head of your cock.

"Both, clearly~" She pressed her thumb on the leaking head, "Our Chief doesn't share~"

"Well, neither do we~" Chelsea declared before claiming your lips in a passionate kiss.

Chelsea's fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled you into the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours with impatient hunger. Her teeth grazed your lower lip, drawing a gasp that she swallowed greedily before breaking away just long enough to murmur, "Enough talking. Take us now, darling. Show us that we belong to you~"

Her sudden impatience seemed to flame others too as they all stepped closer eagerly. You glanced at them one by one, sensing their desires through the shackles as they subconsciously conveyed it, essentially begging. You firmed yourself and finally gave in to the building tension. It was pointless to deny yourself, and them, any longer when your desires were laid bare to each other so clearly. You didn't hesitate as your hands moved with purpose, undoing the clasps of Chelsea's gown with practiced ease. The fabric pooled at her feet like liquid gold, revealing skin beneath that glowed faintly in the dim light. She sighed as your fingers traced the delicate straps of her lingerie, her breath hitching when you let it dangle for a moment before sliding it down her arms. Chelsea arched into your touch, nipples pebbling against the cool air as you tossed the lace aside.

"Mmm, I like it when you are feisty, darling~" Chelsea husked, biting her lower lip.

Cabernet was next as she stepped forward to stand beside others. You spun her gently, fingers working the intricate ties along her spine before the dress slipped down, pooling alongside Chelsea's as she stepped out of it. She only wore a pair of silk panties underneath, the fabric already damp with her arousal. She guided your free hand to her clothed core, sighing as your fingers rubbed over.

"See how long I have held back, Chief. You made me so impatient after you denied me earlier…." she gave a mocking glance to Eirene.

Eirene scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Hmph, as if you weren't already wet the moment Chief walked into the hall."

Cabernet smirked, pressing your fingers harder against herself, "Says the one who led her away when others weren't looking and had a taste too~"

Vautour gripped your chin and pulled your face towards herself, making you ignore their bickering as she urged your hands to her body. The straps of her dress slid down easily, followed by the dress itself spilling down in a silver puddle. She stepped out of it with practiced grace, revealing nothing beneath, clearly anticipating this outcome, and pressed her bare chest against yours, her nipples stiffening from the contact. Your fingers trailed down her spine, feeling the subtle tremors as she arched into your touch.

Eirene was last, standing still as you approached, her smirk unwavering. She remembered the look you gave each time your eyes met, the smouldering desire behind them. She turned around and pulled her hair aside, showing you her half concealed back. A single zipper went down her lower back, the only barrier between you and her exposed form. She glanced at you over her shoulder, her azure eye gleaming with want, urging you to continue. You hummed approvingly and pulled the zipper down, watching as the cloth slithered downward, revealing smooth skin inch by inch until her entire back was exposed. With a sharp inhale, she shrugged off the dress, letting it pool on the floor with others'.

Soon, you were pushed on the bed by them and surrounded— Eirene and Chelsea in front, straddling each of your thighs while Vautour and Cabernet were near your arms. They didn't wait as they leaned in together, their lips claiming different parts of your body. Eirene and Chelsea kissed down your chest, nails digging down your abdomen while Cabernet and Vautour occupied your neck. You groaned as teeth grazed sensitive flesh, their tongues hot against your skin. Chelsea dragged her nails lightly down your stomach just enough to sting before dipping lower, her fingers wrapping around your aching cock with a pleased hum.

"You're already dripping for us, darling~" she purred, her thumb smearing the precum along the length before giving a slow stroke.

Eirene’s hand covered hers, guiding the rhythm tighter, faster and forcing a ragged gasp from your throat. Cabernet’s teeth sank into your shoulder as she reached down to trace the outline of your cock through Chelsea’s fingers, her touch deliberate and maddening while Vautour’s nails raked down your ribs, leaving burning trails in their wake. The scent of their arousal thickened the air— Cabernet’s wine-dark musk, Chelsea’s vanilla-laced sweat, Vautour’s sharp bergamot and Eirene’s frost-laden perfume….. all blending into a dizzying haze that seared your lungs with every panting breath. Chelsea withdrew her hand with a slow drag, her fingers slick with your precum glistening under the low light before she brought them to Eirene’s lips, smearing them across her bottom lip in a silent challenge. Eirene’s tongue flicked out to taste, her pupils dilating as she locked eyes with Chelsea, the rivalry between them crackling like live wire before she suddenly pushed Chelsea aside and claimed your cock with her mouth in one fluid motion.

The sudden heat made you jerk against the sheets, fingers twisting in the silk beneath you as her lips sealed tight around the head, tongue swirling beneath the frenulum in slow, torturous circles. Chelsea’s laugh was a dark ripple as she reclaimed her place, her teeth grazing your thigh before her mouth joined Eirene’s, her tongue laving up the shaft to meet Eirene’s in a searing, synchronized rhythm that had your hips bucking off the bed. Chelsea’s fingers dug into your hipbone, restraining as much as coaxing while Eirene hollowed her cheeks around you, the suction relentless until Chelsea’s lips closed over the flushed tip, her tongue flicking the slit in quick, teasing strokes. They traded control like a game, Eirene swallowing you down to the hilt with practiced ease while Chelsea retreated to lavish attention on the throbbing veins along your length, her teeth scraping lightly enough to make you curse.

You threw your head back, resting on Cabernet and Vautour as they continued. Cabernet and Vautour watched with anticipation, their own arousals growing with each movement. Their hands moved on your chest, pinching your nipples while their lips worked on your neck. The dual sensations, combined with Eirene and Chelsea’s expert ministrations, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, each one stronger than the last. Eirene and Chelsea moved in perfect sync, their lips and tongues working like a well-rehearsed dance. Eirene took you deep, her throat muscles fluttering around you as she swallowed you whole, while Chelsea focused on your sac, sucking each ball before releasing with a gasp and alternating with Eirene.

Cabernet's fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your head back against her bare chest as she murmured, "Look at them, Chief. See how greedy they are for you~"

Your gaze flickered down to see Chelsea's lips stretched obscenely around your cockhead and Eirene's tongue lapping up the shaft with slow, deliberate precision. The sight alone nearly undid you, but Vautour's nails scraping down your ribs kept you anchored, her teeth sinking into your earlobe as she whispered, "Not yet. We're just getting started."

Cabernet's hands slid down your chest to your hips, her thumbs pressing into the divots of your pelvis with bruising force. "We've waited too long for this." she murmured against your shoulder before suddenly pulling Chelsea away by her hair. "My turn."

In a swift motion, Cabernet and Vautour made you lie down flat then Cabernet swung her leg over your chest, straddling you in reverse, her crimson hair swaying. Chelsea barely had time to hiss in protest before Cabernet took her place, her mouth enveloping you in one slick, searing motion. Unlike Eirene's calculated torment or Chelsea's teasing play, Cabernet devoured— her tongue flattening against your length in broad, hungry strokes, her throat vibrating around you with each muffled moan. You could feel her smile when your thighs trembled, her nails digging crescent moons into your flesh as she dragged her lips back up with obscene suction.

"Wait for your turn, Cabernet." Eirene scolded, but Cabernet was unfazed.

Eirene and Chelsea exchanged glances then firmed themselves, not wanting to be left behind. The moment Cabernet pulled back, they were on you again. Chelsea's mouth was on your cock before you could even react, her tongue working in tight, rapid strokes around the head while Eirene's hands squeezed your thighs open wider, her nails digging crescents into the sensitive skin there. You groaned, arching into Chelsea's mouth as her fingers teased your perineum with featherlight pressure. Eirene also joined, her tongue lapping up your shaft then replacing Chelsea's on the tip. Cabernet chuckled at their eagerness, but she wasn't going to let them take everything.

"Now now, we can share. Chief would be pleased to have us at the same time; isn't that right, Chief?~" she smirked while glancing at you over her shoulder.

Before you could say anything, they dived in together. Cabernet's lips wrapped around the tip while Eirene and Chelsea licked the shaft and sucked on your sac, their tongues and lips moving in perfect unison. You gasped out, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming sensations. Vautour's face came in your view, a lazy smile adorning her face as she sighed at the 3 women's enthusiasms, she caressed your face then leaned down to kiss you slow and deep, her tongue delving in to dance with yours and swallowing your moans.

"I'll have you all by myself later, ma cherie~" Vautour breathed in between the kiss.

Her words sent a shiver down your spine as Cabernet hollowed her cheeks around you, the suction dragging a ragged groan from your throat. Chelsea's nails dug into your inner thighs, forcing them wider as Eirene's tongue traced the seam of your sac with torturous precision. The slick sounds of their mouths working you over mixed with Vautour's soft hums against your lips, a symphony of wet heat and desperate friction.

You let out a ragged gasp when Vautour pulled back, "I-I'm close— fuck!"

They smirked around your length, continuing their ministrations with no change.

"Mmm, who gets to swallow her first?" Chelsea asked, her tongue lazily lapping up the shaft.

"I believe it's only fair I get the first load~" Cabernet mused, "I was in the middle of it when Eirene interrupted."

Eirene rolled her eyes but didn't resist when Cabernet pushed her aside and took you fully into her mouth again, her throat flexing around you in tight pulses. Chelsea's fingers tightened on your thighs in protest, but it was too late as your hips jerked off the bed and Cabernet swallowed around you with a triumphant hum, her lips sealed tight at the base until every last pulse was drained. The aftershocks left you gasping, but they gave you no respite. Cabernet pulled off with an obscene pop, her tongue swiping across her swollen lips as Chelsea immediately took her place, lapping up the mess with greedy little flicks. Eirene's nails dug into your hips as she watched, her breath coming faster when Chelsea moaned around your oversensitive flesh.

"Delicious as always. Aah, every other treat fails in front of you, Chief~" Cabernet moaned in satisfaction, licking her lips.

Chelsea nipped at your inner thigh, her fingers already stroking you back to hardness with practiced ease.

"Round two already? My, what stamina our Chief has~"

You teased while panting, "Need it to deal with you all everyday~"

They chuckled together, their hands roaming your oversensitive skin with renewed hunger.

"Aren't you glad about that? You can deal with us.... and so much more~" Cabernet mused, lazily pumping your shaft.

Her fingers were still glistening with your spend as Chelsea abruptly pushed her aside, straddling your hips in one fluid motion. The heat of her cunt hovered inches above your renewed erection, her thighs trembling with restraint.

"Enough teasing, I need her inside." she declared, rubbing her slick folds on your cockhead.

Cabernet let out a low whistle while Vautour raised an eyebrow, "Oh Chelsea~" Cabernet tutted, dragging a fingernail down Chelsea's bare arm, "So eager to ride our Chief that you'd forget how we share?"

Chelsea's answering snarl dissolved into a gasp when Eirene's fingers suddenly pinched her nipple, twisting just shy of pain.

"Patience, Chelsea." Eirene ordered, "Unless you'd like us to tie you to the bedframe and make you watch first?"

Chelsea growled, her thighs clamping around your hips hard enough to bruise as Cabernet laughed and shifted back to straddle your face in reverse, her damp folds hovering over your lips. The scent of her arousal hit you like a physical blow, musk laced with bergamot and something darker, sharper. You barely had time to register the heat before she ground down, her swollen clit dragging against your tongue as Vautour guided your left hand between her own thighs with a breathy sigh.

"Mmm, that's it…. taste me, Chief~" Cabernet moaned, grinding on your mouth.

"Aah…. good girl, ma cherie~" Vautour praised, tipping her head back.

Eirene’s fingers tangled with yours on her right, pressing your digits into her slick folds with a possessive squeeze.

"How dare you ignore me, my partner?" she murmured, guiding your middle finger in a slow circle around her entrance before pushing it inside up to the second knuckle. Her hips rolled into the motion with practiced ease, her inner walls fluttering around your finger, hotter and tighter than you remembered.

"Seems we are all ready now. How about you, darling?~" Chelsea asked, earning a muffled reply as your face was buried in Cabernet's heat.

They chuckled lowly, exchanging a single glance with each other before beginning. Chelsea sank onto your cock with a shuddering sigh, her wet heat enveloping you inch by agonizing inch until her thighs pressed flush against yours. The sensation tore a ragged groan from your throat, vibrating against Cabernet’s clit as she rode your face with slow, undulating rolls of her hips. Eirene’s fingers clenched the bedsheet, her breath hitching when you crooked your finger against that spongy spot that made her back arch. Vautour’s moan echoed above you as she guided your other hand deeper between her thighs, her slick coating your fingers as she ground against your palm. The room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin. Cabernet’s gasps as your tongue flicked her clit in rapid circles, Chelsea’s choked whimpers when you thrust up into her clenching walls, Eirene’s nails raking down your arm when you added a second finger and Vautour’s thighs trembled around your wrist, her breath coming in sharp little pants. Heat radiated off their bodies in waves, sweat-slick skin sticking to yours wherever they pressed close, a tangle of limbs and hunger too long denied. Chelsea’s nails dragged down your abdomen as she lifted herself halfway up your cock only to sink back down with a cry, her inner muscles fluttering around you in erratic pulses.

Cabernet’s moan pitched higher when you sucked her clit between your lips, her thighs shaking around your head as she ground down harder. “Mmm, fuck—just like that, Chief!” she gasped, rocking against your mouth with abandon. “Knew you’d—ah!—knew you’d remember how I like it!~”

Eirene’s laugh was ragged as she curled over your hand, her hips jerking into your thrusting fingers. “So—hnng—so good at this....” she panted, “Always—!~” Her words broke off in a gasp when you twisted your fingers inside her just right, her walls clamping down tight.

Vautour’s nails raked down your forearm as she rode your palm, her moan dripping like honey. “Mon Dieu, ma chérie, your fingers—ah!—they remember me better than my own!~” Her thighs tightened around your wrist, pressing your knuckles deeper against her swollen clit with each roll of her hips.

Chelsea bounced on your cock with wild abandon, her eyes glazed as she moaned out raggedly, "Yes…. yes…. darling…. Ohhh— f-fuck! Harder!~"

Her words lit a fire under the others, Cabernet's grinding became frantic, her thighs clamping around your head as she gasped, "Mmm! Yesss… right there, Chief! Don't stop—!"

Eirene snarled when you curled your fingers inside her, her hips stuttering as her orgasm ripped through her with a choked cry. Her release dripped down your wrist, hot and slick, just as Vautour's thighs trembled violently around your hand. "Ah—! Mon Dieu—!" she sobbed, her body bowing forward as she came against your palm, her climax pulsing around your fingers in rhythmic waves.

Chelsea's rhythm faltered when Cabernet suddenly arched with a shattered scream, her thighs crushing your head as she ground down mercilessly on your tongue. The taste of her flooded your mouth as her cunt clenched around nothing, her orgasm wringing every last drop from her. You barely had time to recover before Chelsea snarled and slammed down onto your cock, her nails raking down your belly.

"Come on…." she gasped, her walls fluttering wildly around you. "Cum in me…. together….!~"

Her claim dissolved into a high-pitched wail as her orgasm overtook her, her cunt milking your length with violent pulses that had your vision whiting out. You arched off the bed with a ragged groan, spilling into her with a force that left both of you shuddering. Chelsea's thighs clamped around your hips like a vice, her nails biting crescents into your skin as she rode out every last twitch of your release. Your muscles locked tight, every nerve alight as she dragged her fingernails down your chest, prolonging the aftershocks until you collapsed back against the sheets, breathless and spent. Cabernet lifted herself off your mouth with a slick sound, her thighs trembling as she straddled your chest and surveyed the wreckage beneath her—Eirene still gasping around your fingers, Vautour's head tipped back in post-coital bliss, Chelsea's palms braced on your stomach as she rocked lazily through the last waves of her climax. A slow, satisfied smirk curled Cabernet's lips as she caressed her glistening thighs.

"And that" she purred, "is how you remind Chief exactly who she belongs to~"

Chelsea scoffed, rolling her hips lazily against your softening cock just to feel your twitch, the aftershocks still rippling through you as her inner muscles fluttered. Eirene withdrew your fingers slowly, bringing them to her lips with a satisfied hum. The scent of her arousal clung to your skin, mingling with Vautour's bergamot as she leaned down to lick a stripe up your wrist, her tongue lingering over your pulse point. They finally shifted away, withdrawing themselves to let you breathe and rest while sitting around you, gazing at your panting form.

"Haah… that was intense….." you breathed, "But I don't think any of you are satisfied yet."

Cabernet chuckled darkly, dragging her nails down your sternum as she reclined against the headboard.

"Observant as ever~"

Her eyes flicked to the others, a silent challenge passing between them before she tilted her head. "Though I wonder… who gets you next?"

You answered before any of them could, "Vautour…. then Eirene."

Vautour's feline eyes widened slightly, then her lips curled into a slow, devastating smile as she dragged a single fingertip down your still-heaving chest.

"Mm, always fair and just, little Chief~" she husked, her breath ghosting over your sternum as she climbed atop you with liquid grace.

Vautour's bare thighs bracketed your hips, still damp with her spend as she trailed a fingertip down your freshly marked chest. Her weight settled deliberately, just enough pressure to make you hiss when her slick folds brushed your spent cock. She lazily rubbed herself across it, coating it with her arousal while her eyes gazed into yours and her hands cupped your face.

"How would you like it this time?~" she asked, leaning down to brush her lips against yours, her hair draping around. "Do you want me to ride you or…." she trailed her finger across yours jaw, "….Do you want to engrave me into the sheets?~"

You swallowed thickly, the ache of exhaustion barely registering beneath the renewed throb of arousal as she ground herself against your cock, coaxing it back to hardness with slow, sinuous rolls of her hips.

"However you like." you smiled, lightly grabbing her hips, "Whatever makes you feel good, that's what matters most."

Her lips curled up in a satisfied smile, fingers trailing down your chest now to trace lazy patterns before she claimed your lips in a sudden kiss.

"Mmm, and you were really getting jealous earlier. You offend us, little Chief~" she mused, her thumb caressing your lips. "There are several reasons why we like you. One of them being this.... side of yours~"

Vautour's whisper curled against your lips as she sat upright, her thighs squeezing your hips just enough to make you groan. The friction of her sliding along your length was maddening, not enough to push inside but just enough to tease the oversensitive flesh back to full hardness. She watched your face with hooded amusement, her fingers tracing idle patterns down your sternum while her slick heat painted your cock in glistening streaks.

"What…. do you mean? Isn't this normal behaviour?" you questioned between a hiss.

Eirene and Cabernet were first to chuckle at that, moving to perch on your sides.

"Oh, Chief. Don't act so clueless. You know what she means~" Cabernet husked.

Eirene leaned down, "Do you think any of those men could handle us? Oh no, they are too egoistic and intolerably sensitive for it."

Chelsea joined in, "You let us be…. us. You put our needs before your own, let us lead you, play with you, until finally we take what we want~"

"And." Vautour continued, "Above all, you let us control you when it matters—" Her hips rolled forward in one smooth motion, sheathing your cock to the hilt with a breathless gasp. The stretch burned in the best way, her inner muscles fluttering as she adjusted around you. "—then take control when we need it most~"

You groaned softly as her walls clenched you, your hands settling on her hips. She leaned down once again, her breasts crushing against yours as she adjusted, her breath mingling with yours.

"Do the honours, ma chérie. Show them how you claim me~" Vautour breathed, her teeth grazing your earlobe as she lifted herself just enough to leave you aching.

The implicit challenge sent fire licking through your veins, you gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and thrust up in one sharp snap that drew a startled cry from her lips. Her thighs trembled as you set a brutal pace, each drive of your hips punctuated by the wet slap of skin and her choked moans. Cabernet sprawled beside you, lazily circling her clit while watching your cock thrust in and out.

"Look at her, so desperate already~" she teased, fingers glistening as she pressed two inside herself with a shudder.

Vautour's gasp hitched when you angled your thrusts deeper, her nails scoring your chest as she threw her head back. The muscles of her stomach fluttered under your palms, her body arching like a drawn bowstring when your next thrust struck that sweet spot inside her.

"Mmmh! Magnifique…. ma chérie…. just there— aahn!~" Vautour moaned breathlessly.

You suddenly sat up in one swift motion, grabbing her tighter and pistoned faster, harder. Her arms wrapped around your neck, head thrown back as you nuzzled into her neck to kiss and mark her skin.

"Yes! A-ah… fuck!~" she cried, legs wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper.

The shift in angle made her walls clamp down like a vice, and Vautour’s breath hitched with her whole body tightening as her pleasure crested. Her nails raked down your shoulders, dragging red lines across sweat-slick skin as she rode the edge with shuddering gasps.

"Mmm—yes—right there, don’t stop—!" she begged, her hips rolling in erratic little jerks against yours.

The friction burned, her slick heat gripping you with every thrust, her breath hot against your ear in ragged pants. Every snap of your hips drew another broken sound from Vautour’s throat, sharp little whimpers buried in the crook of your neck, her thighs squeezing tighter around you as if she could fuse herself to your skin. Her climax built in stuttering waves, her cunt fluttering around your cock in erratic pulses that threatened to unravel you both.

Chelsea’s fingers traced the scars on your back from behind, her nails pressing just shy of pain as she murmured, “Look at her….so messy when she falls apart for you, darling.”

Vautour chuckled at the taunt, about to retort which dissolved into a moan when you dragged her hips down harder onto your cock, her spine arching like a drawn bowstring. Eirene’s breath hitched beside you, her fingers tightening on your forearm as she watched Vautour’s thighs tremble, the sight of your cock disappearing into her slick heat drawing a shiver from her.

“How long do you think she’ll last?” she mused, dragging her tongue along her lower lip.

Vautour’s answering snarl dissolved into a gasp when you slammed up into her again, her hips stuttering as she clawed at your shoulders.

“A-ah—yes—” Her whimper was cut short by another rough thrust, her body bowing forward until her forehead pressed against yours, her breath coming in ragged little pants.

You could feel her unraveling—the way her cunt clenched rhythmically around you, the shudder that wracked her spine, the desperate scrape of her nails as she clung to you. Her moans grew fractured, her thighs trembling violently around your waist as her climax crested.

“F-fuck—Y/n, please—” Your name tore from her lips like a prayer, ragged and broken, just as you drove into her one final time, deep enough to make her sob, and came.

The force of your release punched the air from your lungs, your vision whitening at the edges as you spilled into her with a groan. Vautour’s thighs locked around you, her walls milking every drop as her own orgasm eclipsed. Her cry was muffled against your shoulder, teeth scraping your collarbone as she shuddered through it, her cunt pulsing around you in rhythmic clenches that drew out your climax until you were both gasping, trembling. The aftershocks left her boneless, her breath hot and uneven against your neck as she slumped against you, her fingers twitching where they gripped your shoulders.

"Mmm, mon Dieu…" Vautour murmured, her lips brushing your damp skin as she exhaled, her body still twitching with residual pleasure.

She drew back just enough to cup your face, her thumb tracing your bottom lip with a reverence that belied the filthy wreckage of her voice.

"You spoil me, ma chérie. Such stamina… such devotion…" Her smirk was lazy, satisfied, as she rolled her hips once, just to feel you twitch inside her before lifting herself off with a slow, slick slide that made you both hiss. Vautour stretched like a cat in sunlight, her muscles trembling faintly as she collapsed onto the pillows beside you, her skin still flushed and glistening.

"Magnifique~" she sighed, tracing a lazy finger down your sternum.

You collapsed back as well, surrounded by them from all sides as they watched you pant heavily, catching your breath. Eirene was the first to move, cupping your face with one hand, "Tired, partner? I'll allow you some rest before we begin~"

You nodded, "Just…. give me a moment, and some water if possible…."

Cabernet chuckled, sliding off the bed to fetch a glass from the side table while Chelsea lazily traced circles on your stomach. The cool rim pressed against your lips moments later, and you drank gratefully, the cold liquid soothing your raw throat. As you swallowed, Cabernet's fingers brushed a stray droplet from your chin, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip with deliberate intent.

"Still so eager to please…." she murmured, her other hand trailing down to where your cock lay spent against your thigh. Her fingertips ghosted over the oversensitive flesh, drawing a full-body shiver. "Even exhausted, you're thinking of us, aren't you?"

You breathed out then sat up, rolling your shoulders and neck to ease tension, "I'm wondering, did you all plan this from the start?"

They exchanged glances at that, a knowing look passing between them.

"Hmm, it's a little complicated~" Cabernet mused, twirling her hair around her fingers.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Eirene, expecting an answer. She let out an amused hum and took the glass from your hand, swirling it around, "Well, I happened to be nearby the day Chelsea invited you and heard you refuse her."

She then pointed the glass towards Cabernet and Vautour, "And I found out through Cabernet that you refused Bleu as well. That told me enough it'll be futile to extend an invitation from my side, so I…. found another way~"

You looked at her wide-eyed then she continued, "I did convince the 9th Agency to send you. However, I did not inform the three of them about it~" Her lips curled in a smirk, "Therefore, your presence here was indeed 'planned'. But everything after that…. until this moment, were simply our desires and you playing along~"

You pondered for a moment, rubbing the back of your head, "Huh, all that effort to bring me here.... Was there some other purpose?"

Eirene softly chuckled then stood up from the bed. She kept the glass on the bedside table before walking towards the closed balcony. She looked at your reflection in the window then swung it open, letting the cool breeze fill the room.

"There doesn't always have to be a 'reason', Chief, does there?~" she murmured over her shoulder, the moonlight casting silver along her bare shoulders.

Chelsea's fingers paused their idle tracing of your abdomen as she smirked, "Can't we simply want you for pleasure alone?~"

Cabernet draped over your back, her tongue darting out to lick your earlobe, "A new experience compared to our usual routines, wouldn't you say?~"

The breeze carried the scent of Eastside's luxury through the open balcony doors, mingling with the musk of sex still thick in the air. Vautour stretched out beside you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along your forearm as she studied your expression.

"You're thinking too hard, little Chief." she murmured, rolling onto her side to prop herself up on one elbow. "Does it matter how we got here?"

You smiled then shook your head, "Not really, I was just curious how everything played out so well."

Eirene hummed then turned to face you, her arms crossed over her chest. "Enough talking, you seem well rested now." She beckoned you with a finger, "Continue."

You chuckled while approaching her, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. She gasped softly when you kissed her neck, your hands trailing down to grip her thighs.

"Oh? Feeling bold after all that?" she teased, but her breath hitched when you lifted her effortlessly and pinned her against the balcony railing. The city lights glittered below, casting gold across her flushed skin as her legs wrapped around your waist. The night air kissed your sweat-slicked backs while her nails dug into your shoulders.

"Seems you were awfully eager to have me at this party. What did you plan, Eirene?" you whispered against her ear.

Her laugh was breathless, already arching into the heat of your renewed hardness pressing against her.

"Wouldn't you like to know?~" she taunted, her fingers twisting in your hair as the wind tugged at the strands around her face.

The city pulsed below with car horns, distant sirens and the hum of neon, but up here there was only the sharp intake of her breath when you rolled your hips forward, grinding against her slickness.

"The only plan I had was some entertainment. It's your fault for getting so irresistibly jealous—ah!~" Eirene gasped, her fingers tightening in your hair even as her thighs flexed around your waist. Her laughter was breathless, edged with the same recklessness that made her bite down on your shoulder when you shifted her higher on the railing.

"We're forty stories up—"

The wind snatched her words as you yanked her forward by the hips, her bare back arching over the abyss of glittering city lights. Her gasp turned into a strangled moan when you bent her over the railing in one fluid motion, her palms slapping against the cold stone banister as the sheer drop yawned beneath her. Below, neon signs blurred into streaks of garish color, the distant hum of traffic reduced to a whisper against the pounding of your pulse. Eirene's knuckles whitened around the railing, her toes barely scraping the balcony floor as you shoved her thighs wider. The breeze licked up the sweat along her spine, raising gooseflesh as you traced the curve of her ass with your cock, teasing the slick heat between her legs. She shivered—not from fear, but from the thrill prickling down her arms as her breasts pressed against the platform. She looked at you over her shoulder with hooded eyes, catching a glimpse at Cabernet, Vautour and Chelsea watching eagerly then smirked.

"That's how you respond to a reputed lady's eagerness, Chief~" she praised, rolling her hips back to grind into you.

You held her hips tighter, rubbing your cockhead over her drenched folds to make her shudder before slowly pushing in, hissing as her warm walls accommodated you. She gasped softly as you hilted to the base, panting at the feeling of being stuffed full then gave a teasing clench to your shaft, followed by thrusting herself back.

"Come now, partner. Show me what you learned from observing me today~" she coaxed you, teasingly grinding on your length.

You responded by pulling out until just the tip remained, her sudden whimper cut short when you slammed back in hard enough to make her fingers slip on the polished stone. Eirene barely caught herself as your palms flattened against her shoulder blades, pinning her lower while you set a relentless pace that knocked her breath loose in punched-out moans. She held the banister tighter with each thrust, the vibration traveling up her trembling arms as she arched helplessly into your movements. Below, her pale thighs glowed under neon reflections, already marked with faint fingerprints that darkened with every punishing snap of your hips.

"Ah—yes—just like that!" Eirene gasped, her voice fraying at the edges when your thumb pressed against the base of her spine. Her approval dissolved into a cry as you angled deeper, the slap of skin echoing against the glass towers around you. Wind whipped stray strands of hair across her face when she twisted to look at you with flushed cheeks and lips parted around uneven breaths, the sheer hunger in her gaze burning hotter than the city below.

"See? You've always been… nngh!… such a quick study~" Her praise stuttered when you gripped her hips tighter, dragging her back onto your cock with enough force to make her toes leave the ground entirely.

The balcony rail dug into her stomach as she arched, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick stone. Below her dangling feet, Eastside's skyline yawned, a vertiginous drop that should've terrified her, but Eirene only laughed breathlessly when you thrust up harder, your pelvis slamming against her ass with a wet smack that carried over the wind.

"Fuck—!" Her curse fractured into a moan when you reached around to pinch her clit, her cunt clenching around you in rhythmic pulses. The neon glow painted her sweat-slicked back in garish pinks and blues, highlighting the way her muscles tensed as she fought to stay balanced. You pulled her back to make her feet stay firm on the ground, assuming a comfortable position that had you both seeing stars. Your hips found a stable rhythm, pumping into her with quick yet deep thrusts that had her moaning in ecstasy.

In the room behind you, the three women watched with bated breath. Cabernet bit her lower lip followed by swiping her tongue across it, her hands subconsciously clenching the sheet as her eyes remained fixated on you. It was rare to see you get rough, but oh how much she craved it. Chelsea had a more serious expression, almost frowning at your enthusiasm and attention to fuck Eirene. Vautour lazily lounged, her chest heaving while her gaze burned with need once again. Eirene's hands scrambled against the railing, her knuckles whitening as you angled your thrusts deeper. Each slam of your hips forced a sharp gasp from her lips, her thighs trembling violently when you gripped them tighter to maintain leverage. The night air carried her scent as her moans crescendoed into throaty cries that echoed faintly against the glass towers. She could practically feel the burning gazes of the three women behind, smirking to herself in triumph.

The sight was obscene and terrific to think about— the esteemed Eirene Campbell, CEO of Quinn was bent over the balcony of her own establishment by the one person she trusted most, the only one she opened her heart to. Her long locks danced in the wind, her moans mixing with the hum of DisCity's nightlife as she braced herself against the railing, her bare skin flushed under neon lights. She suddenly pushed herself up, surging back to loop her arm around your neck and pull you down for a messy kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as her body laid against you, your hands wrapping around her waist to hold her as you continued thrusting. The balcony railing dug into your thighs, but the discomfort was drowned out by the way her cunt fluttered around you, tightening in erratic pulses that betrayed how close she was.

She released the kiss with a gasp, her fingers tangling in your hair, "Good…. ngh… you learned well how to—oh!—please me…. mmh…. make me cum now~"

She breathed against your lips followed by throwing her head on your shoulder, arching as your hand snaked down to rub her clit with rhythmic motions. The cruel precision of your fingers matched your thrusts, each roll of your hips dragging a moan from her throat, each flick of your thumb making her thighs tremble. Eirene’s fingers clenched your hair as her pleasure coiled tighter, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants against your collarbone. When you bit down on her shoulder, she gasped, her body bowing taut like a wire about to snap. The moment her walls fluttered around you, you buried yourself to the hilt, grinding deep as she came with a cry that the wind tore from her lips. Her cunt milked you in pulsing waves, drawing your own release with a groan that vibrated against her sweat-slicked skin. You spilled into her with shuddering thrusts, her name ragged on your tongue as the aftershocks left her trembling against you. Eirene’s legs nearly gave out, her weight sagging into your arms while the city lights blurred behind her half-lidded eyes. She turned her head just enough to catch your lips in a lazy, satisfied kiss, her fingers still tangled in your hair.

“Mmm… exemplary work, partner~” she purred against your mouth, her voice roughened by exertion.

The way she clung to you with limbs loose with pleasure, breaths still uneven betrayed the lingering tremors coursing through her. When you carefully pulled out, her soft whimper was swallowed by the breeze, her thighs glistening in the neon glow. Your essence leaked out, rolling down her thighs and she let out a satisfied hum at the sensation, her fingers drifting down to catch the droplets and lick them.

"Hmm, exquisite…." she moaned then laid in your embrace, catching her breath.

You breathed out with her, "You alright?"

She chuckled affectionately and nodded, "You wouldn't be standing here if anything…. unforeseen happened, partner~"

Before you could reply, a familiar voice called out to you, "Ahem, apologies for interrupting such a lovely moment…." it was Cabernet, of course. "But we're not quite finished with you yet, Chief~"

Eirene chuckled against your chest before peeling herself away with a languid stretch, her skin glowing under the neon haze. She shot you a knowing smirk before gesturing toward Cabernet with her chin. "Go on, partner. I believe our dear Cabernet has been… very patient."

Cabernet swayed toward the vintage record player tucked in the corner, hips rolling with deliberate sensuality as she flipped through Eirene's collection. The needle hissed before settling into a sultry upbeat jazz melody, a song you recognized too well due to its radio popularity. She turned back to you, one hand resting on her cocked hip, the other twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"Mmm, perfect song to set the mood. Wouldn't you agree, Chief?~" she purred, beckoning you with her finger.

You walked towards her awaiting figure, "Undefined Red…. Of course, it suits you perfectly. Almost as if it's made for you…."

Cabernet laughed, catching you by the wrist and pulling you flush against her, the heat of her bare skin searing against your own.

"Oh, but it was made for me~" she murmured, her breath warm against your lips as she began swaying to the rhythm, guiding your hands to her waist. Her hips rolled against yours with each beat, the friction drawing a low groan from your throat. "Now dance with me properly, Chief~"

The music pulsed through the room like a second heartbeat as Cabernet pressed closer, her fingers trailing up your chest before locking behind your neck. She moved with practiced grace, every motion calculated to tease— her thigh brushing against your half-hard cock, her nails scraping lightly down your spine. When she spun away, the sudden absence of her warmth made you reach for her instinctively, but she laughed and caught your wrist, twirling back into your arms with her back flush against your chest.

"You made me wait so long~" she purred, arching into your touch as your hands slid up her stomach to cup her breasts. Her nipples peaked under your palms, and you rolled them between your fingers just hard enough to make her breath hitch. The jazz melody swelled, horns blaring as Cabernet ground her ass against your thickening length, her head falling back onto your shoulder with a sigh, her wine-kissed scent making you entranced.

Just when the drum hit, you spun her to face you and swiftly lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around you as you carried her towards the bed. She laughed breathlessly at the action, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss before gasping as you laid her on the bed and climbed above her. Instead of entering her immediately, you trailed kisses down her neck, pausing to nip lightly at her collarbone while she squirmed beneath you, impatient. Cabernet’s playful smirk wavered as your hands traced the curve of her waist before dipping lower, fingers pressing against her inner thighs, already slick from watching you take Eirene, and spreading them wider. She arched when your thumb circled her clit, her breath hitching as you teased her entrance with slow, maddening strokes. The jazz swirled around her sharp little gasp when you sank two fingers into her without warning, curling them just so, her hips jerked off the mattress, her moan dissolving into a broken laugh.

“Mmm…. unfair.” she panted, nails scraping your biceps as you added a third finger, twisting them deeper until her thighs trembled. Her laugh pitched into a whimper when you dragged your tongue along her neck, tasting salt and wine. Each thrust of your fingers stretched her obscenely, the wet sounds drowned out only by her ragged breathing until she seized your wrist, her pupils blown wide.

Cabernet lifted her hips with a breathy command—“Now”—but you withdrew your fingers, pressing them against her lips instead. Her tongue darted out instinctively, licking them clean while you lined your cock at her entrance. The first slow push punched a moan from her lungs, her legs tightening around your waist to pull you deeper. You paused halfway, savoring how her walls fluttered until she growled and slammed her hips up, sheathing you completely with a gasp that melted into a throaty chuckle.

“There we go—aaahn!~” she moaned, raking her nails down your back as you began rolling your hips in languid circles. The jazz crescendoed as you braced one hand beside her head, the other gripping her thigh to hitch it higher, changing the angle just enough to make her breath stutter. Her moans synced with the trumpet’s wail, each thrust punctuated by the slap of skin and the creak of the bedframe.

Cabernet arched off the mattress, her fingers twisting in the sheets as you snapped your hips harder, her voice cracking on your name. The neon glow from outside painted her writhing body in streaks of violet and gold, catching the sweat beading between her breasts. She reached up to claw at your hair, yanking your head down to capture your mouth in a biting kiss—all teeth and tongue and wine-sweet gasps. Behind you, the bed dipped as Chelsea climbed atop, her thighs bracketing yours as she pressed her chest to your back. Her nails scored lines down your spine while her lips found your ear.

"You're being too gentle with her, darling Chief." she murmured, the accusation hot against your skin. "After all that fuss she made about waiting, don't you think she deserves proper punishment?~"

Cabernet laughed breathlessly at that, her hands reaching up to pull you closer, "Mmm, go ahead….ngh…. feast on me properly~"

Chelsea nipped your earlobe sharply and your hips snapped forward, plunging into Cabernet with enough force to make her cry out, her thighs clamping around your waist as she arched off the bed. The suddenness of it tore a gasp from her lips, her fingers scrambling against your shoulders as you pinned her down and fucked into her with rough, shallow thrusts that left her gasping. The jazz music swelled around Cabernet's moans, high and desperate now as Chelsea traced the sweat along your spine with her tongue, her hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you deeper with each snap forward. Chelsea nipped your earlobe sharply and your hips snapped forward, plunging into Cabernet with enough force to make her cry out, her thighs clamping around your waist as she arched off the bed. The suddenness of it tore a gasp from her lips, her fingers scrambling against your shoulders as you pinned her down and fucked into her with rough, shallow thrusts that left her gasping. The jazz music swelled around Cabernet's moans, high and desperate now as Chelsea traced the sweat along your spine with her tongue, her hands sliding down to grip your hips, guiding you deeper with each snap forward.

Cabernet's head tossed back against the sheets, the gold chain around her throat glinting as she panted, "Y-Yes—just like that—!"

Her plea dissolved into a sharp whine when you hooked one of her legs over your arm, spreading her wider. The rhythm became erratic, brutal and Cabernet's cunt fluttered around you in frantic pulses as you drove into her without mercy, her climax coiling tight beneath the onslaught. The bedframe groaned beneath the force, drowning out Cabernet's broken moans as she clutched at your shoulders, her body arching like a drawn bowstring.

"Ah—ah—Chief—!~" The syllables of your name fragmented into a breathless keen, her thighs trembling violently around your waist. Her nail raked down your back, digging into your skin and her spine bowed as pleasure crackled through her veins. The words that spilled from her lips were half-formed—half praise, half curses—her voice fraying at the edges with each thrust.

"So good—nngh—right there, don’t stop—fuck!~"

Cabernet’s words dissolved into a string of breathless, nonsensical moans as her hips jerked erratically against yours, her thighs squeezing tight enough to bruise. Her fingers clawed at your shoulders, blunt nails leaving crescent moons in their wake while her back arched off the bed, every muscle pulled taut like a bowstring. The neon lights fractured across her sweat-slicked skin, catching the tremors that wracked her body as she teetered on the edge—her moans pitched higher, fractured, her voice breaking around syllables that no longer formed words, just raw, unfiltered pleasure spilling from her lips. The moment her climax hit, her cunt clamped down on you with such violent intensity that her scream choked off into a silent gasp, her mouth hanging open as her eyes rolled back. Waves of pleasure radiated through her, pulsing in time with the erratic flutter of her walls around your cock, milking you with desperate, rhythmic clenches. Her thighs trembled violently, toes curling as her entire body shuddered through the aftershocks, her fingers slackening their grip on your shoulders as she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets, chest heaving. The sensation was too much for you and you spilled inside her right after, grunting as you sheathed balls deep.

Cabernet moaned and licked her lips feeling your warm essence inside, "Oh yes, fill me up…. mmmh….!~"

You hissed as you pumped the last few spurts then slowly pulled out with a pop, watching as it leaked out of her throbbing cunt. She reached down to push it back inside, lazily rolling her clit and gathering your combined release before bringing it to her lips and dragging her tongue on her digits, relishing the flavor.

"Oh, I can never have enough of your taste, Chief~" she moaned in ecstasy.

You panted heavily then collapsed on your back beside her, wiping your sweat slick forehead and gazing up at the ceiling with hazy eyes. Cabernet rolled to cuddle into your right side, followed by Chelsea laying on your left, their hands tracing idle patterns on your chest. Eirene and Vautour were on you before you knew it, climbing up and settling between your legs then laying atop your torso. The four of them gazed at you with hooded, pleasure-induced eyes, their faces flushed and satiated smiles adorning their features.

Eirene leaned closer, cupping your face, "Rest up before the next round, partner~"

You chuckled, "How many rounds do you all want?"

"As many as you can give us~" Vautour replied, her tongue licking up your chest, "But if we were to be more specific…." she trailed off and glanced at each of them with a knowing look, and you too knew what she meant.

Cabernet stretched out her arms, arching her back with a satisfied sigh. "Oh, I think five rounds would be perfect~" The smirk curling her lips suggested she wasn't just counting orgasms…. she was counting how many different ways she could milk them from you.

You swallowed nervously, "You mean…. five for each of you….?"

Chelsea chuckled darkly, tracing a nail down your sternum. "Oh darling, surely you didn't think we'd be satisfied with one apiece?" Her teeth grazed your collarbone as Vautour's hand drifted lower, fingers wrapping around your already hardening length with a possessive squeeze.

"Don't you remember your mission, Chief?" Eirene purred, "You have to monitor us until we leave~"

Your eyes widened anxiously, realizing they were dead serious as they gazed at you with predatory smirks.

The night passed in a blur of tangled limbs, muffled laughter, and the slick sounds of skin on skin, each round bleeding into the next with no clear beginning or end. The neon glow through the windows never dimmed, painting their bodies in ever-shifting hues as they took turns claiming you, their hunger only growing with each climax. At some point, someone—Cabernet, probably—had poured champagne down your chest, the bubbles fizzing against your skin before Chelsea licked it off with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. Vautour's teeth left crescent moons on your thigh while Eirene rode you with her head thrown back, her nails raking fresh lines over the ones Cabernet had carved earlier. Time lost meaning; the only constants were the heat of their bodies and the ache of overstimulation singing through your nerves. By the third round, your muscles trembled with exhaustion, but they showed no mercy. Chelsea pinned your wrists above your head while Eirene straddled your face, her thighs squeezing tight as she ground against your tongue. Vautour's lips wrapped around your cock, her throat working around you with practiced ease as Cabernet whispered filth in your ear, her fingers twisting in your hair. The air thickened with the scent of sweat and sex, their mingled moans drowning out the jazz record that had long since looped into static. You came again with a hoarse groan, spilling down Vautour's throat as Eirene shuddered above you, her climax dripping onto your chin.

By the fourth round, they demanded what you gave Eirene on the balcony….

~*~

Morning light crept in like a thief, painting the ruined sheets in pale gold. Limbs tangled haphazardly—Chelsea's thigh thrown over your hip, Cabernet's face smushed against your chest, Eirene's hair fanned across your stomach like spilled ink, and Vautour nuzzled into your neck. A breeze carried the scent of sex-changed sheets and drying champagne. Someone (Chelsea, undoubtedly) had kicked off the duvet in her sleep, leaving bare the constellation of bite marks purpling your shoulders. Your body ached in places you hadn't known could ache, muscles protesting any movement. Yet when you shifted slightly, Cabernet made a disgruntled sound and clung tighter, her nails digging possessively into your bicep even in sleep.

They stirred before you, waking up one by one and stretching with lazy movements. Cabernet propped her chin on your chest, her fingertips tracing the bite marks along your shoulder. "Mmm… we might've gone a little overboard." she mused, though the smirk curling her lips betrayed her lack of true remorse. Her nail scraped lightly over a particularly dark bruise near your collarbone. "Couldn't help myself…. not when she was taking us all so beautifully"

Chelsea stretched languidly beside you, her thigh draping possessively over yours. "Should we feel guilty?" she drawled, though her fingers drifted to your ribcage where she'd left crescent-shaped imprints with unmistakable satisfaction. "Five rounds. And she still managed to pin Eirene against the wall for that sixth." Her laugh was husky, warm against your skin as she leaned down to press her lips to the marks she'd left.

Cabernet yawned like a satiated cat, her teeth flashing before she tucked her head against your shoulder. "Mmm… I counted seven." She tapped your sternum pointedly. "You forgot when she had me bent over the chaise while Vautour rode her fingers." The memory darkened her gaze, her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip. "Fuck. Just picturing it makes me want to wake her up for round eight."

Eirene chuckled low, twisting a lock of your hair around her finger. "You can't even keep your eyes open properly, Cabernet." Her thumb brushed the shadows under your eyes with unexpected gentleness. "She’s earned her rest."

Vautour hummed agreement, pressing a kiss to the pulse in your throat. "Besides…." she murmured against your skin, "we drained her thoroughly." Her fingers ghosted down your abdomen to the sensitive flesh between your thighs, drawing a reflexive twitch that made them all grin.

They smiled lazily then Chelsea whispered while gazing at your affectionately, "I wonder what she dreams about."

Eirene answered swiftly, "Her work."

The women laughed—soft, knowing. Cabernet's fingers trailed down your chest, tracing the rise and fall of your breath. "Poor Chief~" she teased. "Even in sleep, she's chasing Sinners."

Vautour smiled against your collarbone, her breath warm as she murmured, "Or perhaps she's dreaming of us." Her teeth grazed the same spot lightly.

You groaned in your sleep once, shifting slightly as your brows furrowed and eyes twitched open, blinking to adjust to the morning light. They observed for a moment then leaned close together and kissed a part each— Cabernet and Chelsea kissing your cheeks, Eirene and Vautour kissing near your lips.

"Good morning, Chief~" they spoke in unison when you finally awakened.

You could barely comprehend the situation as you tried to sit up but were pushed back by four pairs of hands.

"Take it easy, partner~" Eirene tutted.

You exhaled heavily as you gained reason, "Good morning…. what time is it?"

Cabernet chuckled, her fingers tracing circles on your chest, "Just past nine~" She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "Plenty of time for breakfast in bed…."

Chelsea scoffed, rolling onto her side with a languid stretch. "Please. She looks like she'd faint if you so much as blew on her." Her smirk deepened as she dragged a nail down your sternum. "Though that could be fun—"

Eirene flicked a grape at her from the nightstand. "Let the poor Chief recover. We did drain her stamina reserves rather thoroughly."

The grape missed Chelsea entirely, bouncing off Vautour's shoulder instead then was caught by Cabernet who extended her tongue to lick it slowly before lowering it your lips.

"Here~" she murmured, nudging it forward insistently until you accepted it with a bitten-off groan as your jaw was still sore from last night's marathon.

Cabernet giggled at the face you made—half contentment, half exhaustion—her fingers stroking your hair back from your forehead. "Mmm… you're adorable when you're wrecked~" she mused, her thumb tracing the dark circles under your eyes. Vautour shifted lazily beside you, her knee brushing your thigh as she reached for another grape, rolling it between her fingers before popping it into her mouth with a satisfied hum.

Chelsea scoffed, stretching her arms above her head with a feline grace. "She's not wrecked." she corrected, though her smirk betrayed her amusement. "Just… thoroughly used." Her fingers trailed down your ribcage, pausing at a particularly vivid bruise. "Though I do like seeing my marks on you."

You sighed as you finally sat up, hissing as you rolled your shoulders and neck, "Need to get back to the bureau soon, there's work to do…."

Vautour draped herself over your back, her chin hooked on your shoulder. "The bureau? Ma chérie, you can barely sit upright." Her fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach, nails scraping lightly. "Besides…." She nipped your earlobe, "We still need to wash off last night's mess."

They smirked together at the suggestion the grabbed your arms, pulling you up and leading you to the bathroom.

"We'll take good care of you, Chief~" Eirene purred, though the glint in her dichromatic eyes told you enough about their true intents….