A/N: This was my first fill ever for the kmeme. The prompt was for a threesome between Merrill/Isabela/Carver, with Carver and Isabela dominating Merrill, teasing her to the point of tears. And that my dear readers, was how this story came to be.
Carver climbed off of Merrill, catching his breath. The elven woman rest her head in the crevice of his arm, and ran her dainty fingers through his small patch of chest hair.
"Happy I take it?" he smiled down at her and she giggled while nodding.
"Oh very. I always like it when you do that thing with your mouth."
"Which one?"
"All of them really."
"Ah. Glad to hear it," the templar said, putting his hands behind his head.
"Although." There it was. He wasn't pleasing her the way she wanted in bed. Carver lowered his arms, his heart sinking in his chest.
"Although?"
"No...nevermind. It's not important."
"Tell me. I want to know." he said, leaning his head on one of his hands, intently watching her face.
"It's just, with Isabela - "
"Wait a tick. You were with Isabela?"
"Yes. Before you, there were times when her and I would...you know...occasionally. Oh but it hasn't happened at all since you. I've always been very happy with what you do!"
"It's fine Merrill. What about when you were with Isabela?" Now she had him a little more than curious. He and Isabela had a quick tryst one night shortly after he met her. They were both intoxicated at the Hanged Man and he couldn't resist her advances. Isabela certainly was feisty in between the sheets, just as she was out of them. It was no surprise to him that Merrill would have enjoyed herself with the pirate.
"Well, she would say really dirty things to me, and make me do what she said. Of course I wanted to, it was just so much fun playing pretend. She would be really mean, but I knew she wasn't really trying to hurt my feelings."
Carver could feel his cock hardening again. Just the thought of Merrill in that situation drove him wild with desire.
"Anything else?"
"Well, she would also try and make me cry sometimes. Before she would let me finish."
"And you were into that?"
"I liked feeling everything at once when it finally happened. Made everything more...intense."
Carver was fully hard now. He began to stroke his cock a little, desiring Merrill, wanting to feel her flesh on his once more.
"You like being bossed around during sex?"
"Oh yes. Very much."
"Merrill?"
"Yes Carver?"
"Suck my cock." He pulled off the blanket from his body, so she could see that he was fully erect again. Merrill chuckled, and positioned herself in between his strong legs. She brought her mouth to the tip of his member, and sank down on it. As soon as her mouth was on him, he groaned loudly. With one hand, he brushed her hair off of her face, watching her swallow him whole. For a woman with a tiny mouth, she sure could fit a lot in it.
Merrill hollowed her cheeks as she began to bob her head up and down on his prick. He hissed through his teeth and she looked up at him with her big eyes.
"Oh that a girl. Keep looking at me." She did just that. Her eyes never left his as she moved up and down on his cock, flicking her narrow tongue at the sensitive underside.
"That's good. Suck it clean of your juices." Merrill moaned into him. Carver noticed that she certainly loved the dirty talk. He had not thought to try it sooner with her. She was always so sweet and gentle, he had no idea she would enjoy this kind of sex. He began to make short, shallow thrusts into her mouth, and surprisingly she didn't stop him or even gag. He had to have her now. Carver grabbed Merrill by her arms and tossed her onto her back. He positioned his cock at her entrance and without warning he thrust into her hard and fast. She cried out, her nails piercing into his shoulder blades. This only goaded him on. He started to snap his hips into her wildly, groaning loudly into her ear. Carver was always loud in bed, almost just as noisy as his lover.
"Put your legs around me so I can fuck you deeper Merrill," he whispered into her ear. Her lean legs gripped him tight and he sank further into her tight core.
"Do you like being fucked like this?"
"Yes Carver." she panted. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it back, exposing her slender neck.
"It's Ser Carver." he growled, sinking his teeth into her skin.
"Ah! Y..yes Ser Carver!" she mewled, and he could feel how she soaked him with her dampness.
"Oh you love it, you naughty girl. Does the little mage want to come?"
"Yes," she sighed, a heavenly sound to his ears.
"Then beg for it. Beg your templar to make you come."
"Pl..please Ser Carver. Let me come."
"Good girl." He said, as he snaked a finger down to her heat and began to rub her pearl. It didn't take long for her to give in to the pleasure, her muscles clamped around his cock tightly, and soon he followed her with his own climax.
"Oh Merrill," Carver gasped, filling her with his warm seed. When he came down from his second orgasm, he slowly kissed her neck, where he had previously bitten her tender skin. She started to giggle, and kissed his lips tenderly.
As Carver walked out into the dark of the Lowtown streets, he couldn't help but wonder if he could be doing a better job. Merrill mentioned that Isabela would make her cry, but he didn't quite know what that meant. Only one way to find out. He made his way to the Hanged Man, in search of a certain knowledgeable pirate.
"So, tell me Templar, what brings you to visit little old me? Certainly not here to cheat on Merriil. I'd have to do terrible things to you, none of which you'd enjoy." Isabela said, twirling her dagger playful on the wooden table the two were sitting at in the Hanged Man. It was a busy night, seemingly half of Lowtown's population was there. They were sitting at a table not far from the bar. Carver took a large gulp of his ale.
"Could we uh...go somewhere a bit more private?" He asked, nervously.
"Carver, what did I just say?"
"No no...it's not about sex! Well, it is but.."
"I knew it!" She began to tisk him, shaking her head. "Shame. You had such a nice cock too. Not gonna be much use to anyone without it."
"Isabela, I need help with...Merrill." He said quietly, shaking in his boots a little. The woman always made him nervous, but especially when she threatened his manhood.
"Well then," she said, leaning her breasts across the table. "Does the ship not go to port? Does the anchor not drop? Does the tiny man not raise when - "
"No! That's not it. And what do you mean by tiny?"
Isabela chuckled. "Not you stud. You have nothing to worry about there, I assure you."
"Look," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I never knew until tonight that you and Merrill used to - "
"Used to play what's in the box? Oh Carver, you are a very lucky man. Shame really, I miss my kitten. I would love to join the two of you sometime. Or you could just watch, if Merrill didn't want to share. Though I certainly hope she wouldn't mind. I'd return you back to her in one piece at the end of the night."
Carver stopped for a minute, taking in what she just said. The thought of watching Merrill lick Isabela while he took her from behind made him instantly hard. He wondered if Merrill would be into that sort of thing. Before tonight, he didn't even know she liked women at all. Isabela laughed.
"Oh you are a bad boy aren't you? So what can Isabela help you with, sweet thing?"
"She said you used to do something to make her cry, and that she liked it. I don't understand."
"Oh my my my, did you not know our girl likes it rough?"
"I kind of saw hints of it tonight."
"Merrill likes to be tormented sweet thing. For you to deny her release until she can't hold back the flood gates from aching for it so badly."
"She likes that? Why?"
"Because, it makes it so much better. She will scream your name loud enough that you will be deaf for days."
"What else does she like?"
"To give up all control. Pull her hair, call her naughty names, tie her up. Then tease the living shit out of her."
"I don't really know if I can do all that."
"Want me to come with you and lend you a hand? Tongue?"
"No...or yes...erm..."
"Oh you would love that. Merrill would too, you know?"
"Are you sure?"
"Two people dominating her instead of one? Oh Carver, I think I'm losing my hearing already."
"Then count me in!"
"Fantastic! Now don't say a word to her, let's surprise her."
"I won't see her for another week."
"Aw, Templar duties preventing you from having a little fun? Poor Merrill. I bet she gets so lonely."
"Hey now, hands off unless I am there to watch."
"Spoilsport. Alright alright. But next week, I call the shots."