Ship: Lamentshipping (Priestess Isis x Mahad x Mana)
The first and only threesome listed in the chapters so far. Let's do this!
No Warmth Like Yours
He stirred, his toes curled into the soft sheets. On these cold desert nights, the warmth surrounding him was more than welcome. He rubbed his cheek on the softly curved shoulder in front of him. He knew it was her by her scent. "Mana…" he rumbled raspily.
The figure behind him shifted as well. The arm around his waist tightened briefly before an elegant hand brushed across his stomach. A small, sleepy smile curled his lips. "Isis…"
Careful to wake Mana, he rolled over. Exquisite eyes, glimmering like jewels, blinked with heavy traces of slumber. He tenderly rubbed a palm up and down her back. Her lips, barely moving, breathed his name.
Their foreheads pressed together. Mahad chastely mouthed at her lips. She sighed through her nose, and her sweet breath fanned on his cheek. The kiss deepened, and he cupped her face in one strong hand as the other propped himself up above her. Her slender fingers splayed out and caressed his broad shoulder. He drank her in with soul-deep content.
"Mean," Mana murmured, "having fun without me."
The pair looked to the side at the youngest in their bed. She pouted playfully, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
Isis leaned into her, pressed a kiss to her cheek. Mana pecked her back. She gazed up at Mahad and grinned.
"I want one from you, too, Master," she whispered.
"Don't call me that when we're like this."
"Teacher?"
"No, Mana," he said with mock exasperation.
"Mahad?"
He smiled. "That's better." He leaned over to press a chaste, warm kiss to her lips. He settled back and laid between them. The eagerly curled into him, their cheeks on his chest. He petted their backs lovingly.
"There's no warmth in all the world quite like yours."
END PART
I was *this close* to making this another sad one. But I decided against it. So you got this super short thing instead.
Next Up: Henchmenshipping (Odion x PaniK)
WTF, yeah, I don't know, either...