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"Lightninggg," Odile moaned, craving that delicious body with every fiber of her wet being. She clenched hard, braced against the wall, and wished her lovers fingers were there to squeeze.

"We're still in the hallway." Lightning protested stubbornly.

Odile couldn't take it. Flushed, dazzled, and dizzied by the scent that lingered from the practice time so near to Fang, with Lightning right therewalking with that sweet ass, making her inadvertent wetness worse with every step, she physically could not take those last few steps being so soaked and tight. She needed something in her and she wanted it to be Lightning, so she grabbed her and dragged her against her body with haste. "Pump me," she ordered through the frantic kisses to those perfect lips, dragging Lightning's hand to the lip of too-tight jeans of borrowed pants. She pushed Lightning's hand down there where there was crafted a suspicious spaciousness between the legs of the jeans. Thankfully, she had no panties, else the urge to cry would've overwhelmed.

"Holy fuck," Lightning cursed through her desperate makeout, "You're so wet."

"Pump," Odile ordered, already squeezing thighs over her fingers in desperate urge to encourage her fingers. In another moment, Lightning entered her and Odile almost lost her head in the bliss. "Ohh," she moaned, unusually submissive to Lightning, but she didn't even care. Not this time, when the need for a good fucking caught her so strong and unguarded. She squeezed over Lightning's fingers enough to hurt and braced with Lightning's body, legs untrustworthily weak. Odile could barely sense for this glorious haze of lust that'd come over her; she only knew she needed to fuck, and Lightning was so perfect, smelled so good with fingers jamming into her. Where was the pain? Odile didn't even miss it in this crazed need for Lightning. "Harder," she mumbled.

Bracing her up with her other arm as Odile clung around her neck, practically humping her hip with the two fingers still working deep inside her. "Are you okay?" Lightning asked.

Odile could barely hear her and wouldn't have answered if she could've. Lightning was her goddess of sex right now, and Odile would do nothing to break this terrifically beautiful phase. She ground hard with her legs situated so good around her hip and the top of her leg, probably hurting Lightning's fingers, but nothing had ever felt this good in her life. Odile couldn't even process to break; echoing Lightning's sweet name in her head, she wondered, and hoped she was saying it. Then a jam of those fingers caught her so hard, Odile twisted over them and cried out, pleasure crushing her through the roof as all blinded Odile in breaking.

Odile clung like a koala bear, firmly attached to Lightning, who braced most of her weight on her soaked hip and leg as Odile hugged her around the neck, bodies pressing through blasphemous clothes as Lightning tickled her so perfectly in that state. "Ohhh," Odile moaned, resting her head to shoulder, "Oh, Lightning. I love you sooo much."

Lightning stroked through her long, sweated hair. "You know I feel the same way."

"Ohh," Odile almost hummed, "Mmm," she pulled Lightning's wrist from out of the lip of her pants and took her fingers lazily, sticking them in her mouth to lick like lollipops. "Mmm." Lightning kissed her head and Odile could smell her scent.

"We should go into the bedroom."

"In a minute," Odile mumbled, cradling her face to Lightning's sweet breasts. "Mmm…"

"Better not fall asleep like that," Lightning warned.

"Kiss me and I won't," Odile said with a lazy grin, so content with her woman.
"You'll need to pick up your head from my breasts."

"Only if you promise to take off your shirt for me."

"Maybe when we leave the hallway where you're making a total mess of our scents, I will."

Odile grinned and picked her head up. Lightning's eyes were so pretty and blue. She lifted enough to kiss those beautiful lips, mouth so perfect for her own. Lightning savored her and tongued her taste. Odile delighted in being pushed back to the wall, Lightning's sweet, sweet scent exuding more with their every touch. She was heaven come to cloud her, and Odile didn't even feel a burn. She loved this so much; she loved Lightning.

Someone's throat in sudden clearing made them both break away to see Fang, boner high and prominent as she lowered her eyes from them. "Oh, sorry," Fang apologized, starting to pass them behind Lightning, "Was just heading to my room."

"Wait!" Lightning blurted, pausing Fang in her steps of passing. "Stay."

Odile pouted up at Lightning, but her eyes were getting that look of haunting, so Odile let it go and simply kissed her cheek again. "Yes?" Fang asked dutifully.

"I—in the bedroom," Lightning stumbled in her conviction, looking worse as she said it.

Just a hint of surprise registered on Fang's features at Lightning before her gaze flipped over to Odile, then closed up again politely. "Which bedroom would you prefer? Mine or yours?"

"Yours," Odile ordered for Lightning, who held her conviction, but struggled with her guilt. She wouldn't allow it to go a different path, now that the opportunity had presented itself so cleanly, so Odile would do what she could to make it easier on her love.

Besides, she wanted to be the one to spoil Lightning on their big, comfortable bed, not with someone else.

Fang's eyes ticked to Lightning again, then back. "Follow me, then." Fang turned and started down to her room. "I'm assuming you want to go together?"

"Yes, we would," Odile answered again for Lightning's guilt-trodden heaviness. "Turns are fine, but I'll be with my lover through it."

"Of course." Fang answered stiffly, opening the door to her room and holding it for their entry. "Do you have a position you particularly enjoy? And would you like it rough or gentle? I can provide the lover's experience as well, if that's your tastes."

"That sounds perfect, but we will be the ones kissing each other. And we'd like it gentle." Odile ordered, figuring it'd be a little easier for Lightning that way, who paled more by the minute. Odile has no desire to give her the experience of being raped by a dick again. "Fang, can you give us a few minutes and work up your addicting scent? Lightning's shy, and I'd like to warm her first."

"Right," Fang started to go, "I'm in the bathroom when you need me." The door shut behind her with a slap. Lightning winced with it, then looked to Odile with pleading eyes. "Is this right?"

"We can back out at any moment," Odile assured her, hoping, but knowing better to think Lightning would reconsider. "We can leave right now, Lightning."

"No," Lightning turned her head away, looking to the bed pushed in the corner as her guilty resolve returned in the absence of Fang. "We have to do this."

"Come on," Odile pulled her conflicted love over to the bed and pulled her down to sit with her. "Let me help, Light." She could already smell her scent, whether that was from their kissing of Fang's effect, it didn't matter. Odile used that to ease her, sliding into Lightning's lap as she cupped her face and kissed her. Lightning kissed more desperately back. Odile snuck a hand to the hem of her shirt and started to lift it, breaking only briefly from Lightning to pull it up and away.

Lightning stared at her with sad, frightened eyes. "Don't be scared," Odile coached gently, oddly reminded of the first time she'd undressed Lightning after she'd taken it from her first brute of a man. Lightning had been frightened then too, frightened and scared about being touched after what had happened. Odile had promised to take care of her then and always would. "I'm right with you," Odile told her as she reached around her back for the bra clasp and undid it. "All the way this time. You don't have to be afraid."

Lightning clung to her, turned so frail again in the face of Fang. Odile settled her to the bed and pulled her bra away; she kissed both of Lightning's breasts gently and smelled the sweet issue of Lightning from between her tight legs. "No one's going to hurt you this time, Light."

Lightning squeezed her eyes shut as Odile began removing her jeans. "We're going to hurt her."

"No, we're not." Odile chided, "Fang's used to this."

"We were used to men."

"We're not going to be rough with her, Light." Odile assured. "Men didn't pleasure us, and they were invasive. We're not going to do that with her, okay? Just a bit of gentle loving between friends, and I'll be here for you or her to make it better." Odile discarded her jeans and panties and began removing her own clothes as well.

"You smell good," Odile said, pulling her shirt free as the returning tickles of warmth came to her too.

"I can't control it," Lightning almost protested softly, thighs twitching as warm lust oozed between her legs. "It's…"

"It's overwhelming, I know," Odile soothed, hovering over Lightning naked. She kissed her then and Lightning responded, mewling softly as her thighs flexed. "We echo the same kind of scent back at Fang," Odile eased, "So she enjoys it too, and it's not hard for her to get it up." Odile stroked her face as Lightning's eyes opened up to her, still scared, but a little more glazed this time around. Odile understood what she was feeling; with Fang in just the other room, her effect echoed. Odile had felt it when she and Fang played with Rhea before she'd jumped Lightning when she pulled home with her. "Just think of the little girl you're going to have, and how much she'll do for Fang." Not that Odile expected Fang would make them pregnant very fast, Yuns did seem to have a better chance at it, if what her mothers had said was to believed. And Odile saw no reason why not to; they were here from the birth of Yuns after all, so maybe Fang did have it in her.

Either way, if they got pregnant or not, Fang obviously valued her little Rhea, and would any other kid she had like that. Lightning would definitely have come around by that point, so the issue was moot because she'd like it if they had one, and if not, if Lightning still felt so bad about it, Odile would make the effort to apologize on her behalf.

The things she did for Lightning. Odile smiled as Lightning twitched again. With Fang's constant effect, she might even enjoy this, and they'd both finally see a Yun penis. She was just overthinking it now, in that messed up little head of hers. It'd soon be clear. "You ready?" Odile asked her quietly, cuddled to Lightning's side to keep her warm.

"...Okay."

"Fang, you can come in now!" Odile summoned with a raised voice. The bathroom door opened. Lightning's eyes widened before she ducked in her head to Odile's shoulder at an utterly overpowering, overwhelming issue of scent came with her. The bulge in her jeans was so prominent again, and Odile tell she'd worked herself up in the bathroom because the air was just intoxicating, snapping them both into a daze in seconds. Lightning and Odile watched speechlessly as it washed over them. Fang was at the bedside in seconds, dazzling them silly with how alluring she smelled and tasted on the air, every part of her screaming orgasm. Even Lightning seemed dazed in looking at her.

"Are you fans of scars or scarring?"

Odile blinked, barely comprehending her as the rising need to fuck washed through her like a dizzying wave. Fang sat on the edge of the bed, looking from Odile to Lightning with alluring green eyes of beauty, eyes that sucked them both right in to lean. "My effect on Umbra, combined with the scent is often overwhelming for half-breeds; that is the overwhelming feeling taking you now. I will wait if you need to fuck each other from it."

"No, it…" Odile lost her train of thought with another involuntary clench that had her legs twitching.

"It'll get easier to cope with and fall into the lust when I am inside you," Fang advised, "Which of you would like to go first, and how? Or I can please you both together to sate the lusts until you are ready again." That! Odile desperately wanted that, indeed. The growing bubble of warmth inside her had started oozing from between her legs like it had Lightning's, but then Lightning gave her a little push from her side and whispered.

"You go,"

Odile glanced back at her to see if she was still okay and found Lightning in a similar haze, still with a tint of that fear in her eyes, but hazed over just as badly as her or worse. Fang glanced over at Lightning and told her, "Lots of couples get off just by watching, kissing, or touching their lover when they're with me. There's nothing to be afraid of about it."

Odile wondered if she'd heard, but the thought whisked away in an instant when Fang's viridians turned back on her. "Top or bottom?"

"Top," Odile almost salivated looking at her bulge in those jeans. While penis-fucking on men had always been less than pleasant, that first Yun they'd seen with one had fascinated Odile, especially with their demeanor. It wasn't enough to stray beyond flirtations that irritated Lightning, of course, but Odile did find them fascinating, and now would taste one with her lover. Men had never even fit her, smaller than the toys they occasionally used to play with; Odile wondered if Yuns would better. "I want top."

Odile was used to topping. Men always had fantasies and masochism had been a favorite with her, despite the occasionals who wanted to dominate such a queen of the topping, but for the most part, Odile got their kind and knew topping like little others. It was nothing like the loving topping she reserved for Lightning, but the reputation had saved her a good many instances of bottoming sex, which Odile considered winning against man, at least.

Fang nodded and started to remove her jeans. Odile watched the movements with Lightning as she wormed out of the clothing, revealing boxers underneath and long, tan legs marked by scarring here and there on her legs. As she did so, she asked again. "Do you like to scar or scarring?"

Odile exchanged a glance with Lightning. "Not particularly."

Fang nodded with it as she kicked off the rest of her jeans. "I have scars all over my body. Some Umbra don't like to see them and request me to keep my shirt on. Do you have a preference concerning that?"

Odile glanced at Lightning again, who pulled up beside her on the bed facing Fang. "Do you have a preference?"

Fang's brow furrowed as she glanced at Lightning over Odile's shoulder. "No."

"You're not… more comfortable one way over the other?" Lightning asked tentatively.

"No."

"Well, you can keep it on. We don't need to see your privacies." Lightning said then, and Odile knew it was an attempt to preserve Fang's dignity. Fang only nodded and started removing her boxers covering the last bit of her bulge from view. Even Lightning's eyes dropped as Fang removed the clothing, and the sweet issuing scent of both of them nearly drove Odile crazy. More startling yet, when Fang turned to them so they could see, Odile's jaw dropped dumbly as she stared at Fang, pointed prominently.

It was the longest, thickest dick either of them had ever seen, measuring more than a full hand-hold if Odile wrapped her fingers around it. And more than that, at the high point of her shaft and the skin above and surrounding it, Fang was completely and utterly hairless and beautifully bare. Odile had never seen a dick so clean.

Fang glanced at both of them looking at her dick in wonder. "You can touch it if you want," she offered freely, Odile already lifting fingers to do so. Fang checked between them again uneasily. "…Neither of you are virgins, right? To a penis?"

"We are to this kind," Odile admitted, touching it shamelessly to cradle in her fingers.

"So clean," Lightning agreed, then was the first to look up at Fang again. "Are all Yuns hairless, Fang?"

"Yes, all of Gran Pulse is except Umbra," Fang answered, not seeming perturbed or bothered at all by Odile's fondling. "Are they not with men?" Fang glanced down then and corrected, "Sorry; not my business."

"They're disgusting," Odile answered anyway, still in admiring, "And not half this size in sating. She's bigger than our instruments, Light." Lightning coughed and pinkened.

"Shall we begin?"