A/N: As I mentioned before, this chapter is almost entirely a lemon scene. I tried my best to not be too graphic, but still, if sex scenes aren't your cup of tea, you can just skip to the next chapter. I separated the chapters this way so that you could skip this scene if you wanted and still be able to enjoy the rest of the story.
Yukari is surprised how Isabella can still be…Isabella, even when she is completely devoid of her mask. Her long, dyed locks, falling in purple waves over the smooth muscles of her chest, and her face, free of the layers of makeup and false eyelashes she is prone to wear, still somehow seem distinctly feminine. Even when she allows her eyes to travel lower and gaze on the long length of Isabella's erection, Yukari cannot think of her as anything other than "she."
"What is your name…your real name?" Yukari whispers as she runs her fingers lovingly through Isabella's hair.
"My real name is Isabella," she replies coyly, "but the name I was born with was Yamamoto Daisuke. That name pains me though…I have not been that person for many years."
"Even now…even like this," Yukari says softly as she runs her hand down Isabella's chest and lightly traces her manhood, "you are still Isabella to me."
"I'm so glad," she says with a shuddering sigh. "I've always been afraid that I could not be with a woman this way. Men who love men have always found me intriguing, but women who love women have always been frightened when I reveal my true body. However, whether they love or hate me, they all see a man dressed in women's clothing. No one has ever understood that I am actually a woman dressed in a man's body…no one except George."
"I can't claim I fully understand," Yukari replies gently, "but I accept you as you are. I am not frightened."
Isabella leans in to give Yukari a tender kiss but leaps away when she hears the bedroom door open.
"You're not trying to start without me, are you ladies?" George asks, his demeanor full of confidence even though he too is completely naked.
"You were taking so long, George…we got bored waiting," Yukari says with a sexy pout as she runs her hands seductively over Isabella's body, trying to tease George because he took so long to come back.
"I see I will have to teach you patience," George replies in a low voice as he walks over to the bed. "Do you trust me, Yukari?" he asks, taking both her hands and pinning them over her head.
Yukari's eyes open wide with fear. She had always refused to plays these kinds of games with George, no matter how often he asked. Perhaps it was the remaining alcohol in her system helping to relax her, or perhaps on this last night together with him she had finally decided to trust him completely, but Yukari only hesitates a moment before nodding her head and relaxing under his restraining grip.
"Good, good," he says, pulling away from her and reaching into the bag of supplies he had brought back into the room with him. He pulls out a pair of padded leather handcuffs and clasps them around her wrists. Then he attaches a chain to the connector between the cuffs and pulls tightly until Yukari's arms are stretched above her head. When he is satisfied with her position, he wraps the chain around the frame of the bed and locks it with a padlock.
"Still trust me?" he murmurs into her ear, enjoying the rapid gasps of breath she is taking due to being restrained in such a way.
"I still trust you," Yukari whispers with a shuddered breath.
"Excellent," George replies as he reaches into his bag again. This time he pulls out a set of leather ankle cuffs, and almost reverently, he places them on Yukari and locks her legs in a spread eagle position.
"Now for the final touch." Reaching into his bag once more, he pulls out a thick, plush blue towel. Raising Yukari's hips, he slides the towel under her, placing a tender kiss on her stomach when he is finished. "I plan on things getting deliciously messy," he states. "Wouldn't want to ruin the expensive bedding, now would I?"
Yukari laughs slightly at his sheer arrogance, and that small release helps drain some of the tension out of her limbs. But she can't help but notice how quiet Isabella is being, and it is making her slightly nervous.
"Isn't she beautiful?" George asks Isabella as he takes a moment to admire his handiwork.
"She is exquisite," Isabella replies, not taking her eyes off of Yukari for a moment.
George moves Isabella's hair to the side, placing several languid kisses along her neck before he murmurs into her ear, "I want you to show me how much you appreciate my artwork. I want to watch you worship her with your mouth until she is wet and dripping and completely ready for us."
Isabella nods, crawling away from George and up the Yukari's prone form, graceful as a cat. She looks into the girl's eyes until Yukari gives a soft nod of consent. Isabella kisses her softly, languidly exploring Yukari's mouth before she begins to trail her kisses lower. Yukari lets out small mewls of satisfaction as Isabella uses her mouth to explore her body in an ever descending spiral.
George moves to sit in a chair at the end of the bed, lightly stroking himself as he watches his two most beautiful creations writhe in shared ecstasy. The sight of them together is more beautiful than anything he has ever designed…so achingly stunning that when Isabella's mouth and nimble fingers finally reach their destination between Yukari's legs, causing her to thrash against her chains and ultimately wail out in release, George is forced to stop touching himself and grip the arms of his chair until his knuckles turn white as he gasps to regain control over his own body.
George knows that he cannot afford to lose himself in his own lust just yet. He wishes this to be a night unsurpassed by any other, and for that to occur, he must be in total control…not just of them…but of his own bodily reactions as well.
Taking a steadying breath, he walks over to the bed where Isabella is kneeling, her face pressed against Yukari's stomach as she trembles in excitement. "Is she ready?" George asks in a low voice as his tilts Isabella's face towards his own.
"Yes," Isabella whispers, her breath catching in her throat.
"And are you ready?" George asks gently, stroking his thumb over her cheek in a soft caress.
"Yes," she replies again, forcing her body to stop its shaking.
"Then I suggest we proceed," George says, his voice dripping with promise. Carefully, he positions Isabella between Yukari's legs. Taking her erection in his hand, he places it over Yukari's center before pressing firmly against Isabella's lower back, causing her to slide completely into the other woman in one graceful motion. Both women let out a gasp of pleasure at the sudden completeness, and George soothes them both with light caresses, saying, "take a moment to adjust…I will be ready momentarily."
Yukari marvels at how different Isabella feels from George. Back at the atelier, she had thought their bodies were remarkably similar, but now she realizes how superficial those similarities really are. While George uses his body to control and excite, Isabella uses hers to give comfort as well as pleasure. Every time George was inside her, she felt like she would burst at the seams, and he would push her farther and farther until she had no choice but to spill over, losing herself completely to his will.
Isabella does not make her feel nearly so stretched, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. Instead, she feels sated…complete…similar to how she feels after one of Isabella's wonderful meals. She could lie here all night and luxuriate in this fullness, content to just enjoy the warmth of having Isabella wrapped in her and around her. Isabella, too, seems content to just enjoy the moment, lying still as she cradles Yukari's body with her own, tranquilly waiting for George's next command.
Soon, George returns from rummaging through his bag of tricks. In his hand, he holds a bottle of clear, artificial lubricant. Opening the bottle, he smears a generous portion over his own, hard length before turning his attention to Isabella and using his fingers to prepare her for the coming intrusion.
Isabella gasps at the contact, trying to arch herself into his hand, but he firmly holds her still as he gently massages her opening. "It has been a long while since we've done this, Isabella. I was going to offer you the opportunity to decline, but I see that you are more than eager to come together with me once again," George says with a soft chuckle. "I promise I will make both of you feel so good, you will feel like you will die from so much pleasure."
After wiping his hands on the extra towel he had brought, George positions himself behind Isabella, the tip of his erection prodding against her opening as he continues to hold her firmly in place.
"Please," she moans, burying her face in Yukari's shoulder. Upon hearing that pleading moan, George relents and slowly sinks into her in one long thrust. Yukari places soft kisses on Isabella's neck and shoulder and George traces light circles on her back while she adjusts to the intrusion.
Once her breathing has calmed, George pulls her hips back, causing him to press even more deeply inside of her while simultaneously drawing her almost completely out of Yukari. Then he slowly draws himself back before thrusting into her once more, pushing her back down into Yukari in the same motion. On each forward thrust, Isabella's chest grazes against the nipples of Yukari's breasts, and her pelvis grinds against Yukari's center of pleasure just as George presses strongly against the throbbing pleasure point buried deep inside of Isabella, causing them to both moan in unison, as if he were making love to only one woman instead of two. In this way, he sets the rhythm of their lovemaking, causing them to function like a well-oiled machine, pulsing in a steadily increasing tempo as George moves the pace from achingly slow to harsh and pounding.
Yukari is the first to break, pulling strongly against her bonds as she arches her back and bucks against Isabella, her internal muscles spasming in wave after wave of ecstasy. Isabella is soon to follow, Yukari's contractions pulling her release from her in a gentle sigh, her body seeming to melt into Yukari's as she flows inside of her.
George is the last to let go, maintaining his iron-clad control until both his women are lying sated beneath him. It is only then that he allows himself to let go, giving several more powerful thrusts before flying into that painful, euphoric high where he has no control and is utterly vulnerable as his own release spills inside of Isabella.
For several long moments, they all lay there in a tangled, satiated heap, but George can hear Yukari's labored breaths, and he knows that as soon as the euphoria wears off, she will start to find the weight of two bodies on top of her a bit too much to bear. With a sigh, he pushes himself up to all fours and languidly reaches for his extra towel. He methodically cleans himself off before turning his attention to Isabella. He takes his time with her, allowing sensuality to take priority over efficiency as he tenderly clears away any sticky remnants from her backside.
Once he is certain that they are both clean of any artificial lubricant, he gently pulls her off of Yukari and turns her on her back.
"I did not know such pleasure was possible," Isabella murmurs, staring up at George with dreamy eyes.
"It's not over yet," he says huskily, giving her a searing kiss before he lowers his mouth to complete the more pleasurable part of the clean-up task. Kissing and sucking, he licks away every remnant of their combined releases from her softened shaft. Even though her body is spent, Isabella cannot help but shudder with tiny tremors of pleasure as George attends to cleaning her overly sensitized organ.
"Please…you must stop…or I truly will die from this pleasure!" she gasps.
George lets out a deep chuckle. "Then I suppose I shall have to attend to our lovely Yukari instead…would you care to help me?"
Isabella lets a languid smile creep over her face as she turns to look at Yukari's prone form. "It seems you have already killed poor Yukari…the pleasure must have been too much for her," Isabella croons as she strokes the side of the girl's face. Yukari had passed out cold from the overwhelming sensations George had elicited from her relatively inexperienced body.
"She only sleeps…a kiss from her Prince Charming will wake her." With a cat-like grin, he allows his face to descend to her center and kisses her deeply on her lower lips, his tongue swirling in circles as he works to clean her off as well.
Yukari wakes with a gasp, her hips bucking unconsciously into George's face. As George continues his ministrations, Isabella works to finally free Yukari from her bonds. She starts with her feet, placing a soft kiss on each ankle before releasing it from the leather cuff. As soon as Yukari's legs are free, they immediately spread even wider apart to allow George better access. Then Isabella releases Yukari's wrists, kissing the red marks on them tenderly and then kissing the tears that stream down Yukari's face as she sobs for joy at finally being free.
Her arms wrap around Isabella, and she clings to her desperately, but soon her sobs give way to startled cries of pleasure as George continues his kisses. Isabella's lips descend onto Yukari's mouth, capturing her moan as all of her fear and frustration at being bound to the bed for so long is soothed away by another shuddering orgasm.
When she finally regains her senses, Yukari is cradled between her two lovers, both of them absently stroking and kissing whatever piece of flesh they can find while they wait for her to say something.
"You know," she says with a mischievous grin, "now that I've experienced you both, I don't know if I can ever go back to having just one."
"Who says you have to?" George asks, his eyes full of the seductive promise of many more nights of pleasure to come.
"Yes," Isabella replies. "Come to Paris with us, and you will never have to choose…and none of us will ever have to feel empty ever again."
"Us?" George and Yukari ask at the same time.
Isabella gives them both a coy smile. "You didn't think I could possibly go on without George by my side, did you? He is my oldest and truest friend. He put to sleep Yamamoto Daisuke and brought Isabella to life. For that alone, I will love him forever. Where he goes, I must follow, even if it is to the ends of the Earth. I must support him in whatever life he chooses, because he supported me when no one else would. To do any less would besmirch the love and gratitude I feel."
"Isabella…" George whispers, his hand clutching hers as his eyes shine with unshed tears.
Yukari stares at the two of them, her heart longing for the depth of love she sees reflected in their eyes. Eventually, they both turn to look at her, and she knows that all she has to do is reach out and grab it, and that love can be hers as well. Slowly, she extends her hand and places it on top of theirs.
"Where George goes, I too will follow. After all, he is responsible for bringing me to life as well."