Chapter 68: Lesson 1
Stefan’s POV
The Hand returned a few minutes later with both of them trailing behind her, Jonquil first, wearing a steady and unreadable expression as always, Kara a pace behind, her arms loose at her sides now instead of crossed, though her eyes still moved over the room like she was cataloguing every gold surface for later.
Still seated at the edge of the bed, I turned to the Hand;
"You wait outside. If Eagle or Dove come looking, tell them I’m sleeping."
She dipped her head in response and slipped out without a word, pulling the door shut behind her.
The second it clicked into place, I stood up and walked over to Jonquil who was standing in the middle of the room. I pulled her in by the waist, no warmup, no preamble, I just covered her lips with mine, just the way I had been thinking about since the Hand left to summon her.
Jonquil melted into it instantly, the way she always did, following my lead without a shred of hesitation, her hands finding my shoulders while I kissed her slow and deep, tasting her, savoring the small sound she made against my lips.
I broke away and glanced sideways at Kara, still standing a few feet off, watching us with that same skeptical, appraising look she wore like armor. I threw a wink at her.
Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t look away.
I turned back to Jonquil and worked the small tub of fabric off her breasts, deliberately slow, watching her skin rise into gooseflesh as the cool air hit her. I let my hands linger there a moment, weighing the full heavy shape of her in my palms, my thumbs dragging once over both nipples until they stiffened properly, before I finally stepped back.
I dragged a chair out into the middle of the room, gold-carved arms and all, and dropped into it, spreading my knees, letting the transparent silk drape do exactly nothing to hide how ready I already was for this.
"Let’s get started," I said.
Jonquil moved first, crossing to Kara and reaching for the clasp at her shoulder herself, working the gown loose without being asked, her fingers steady and practiced. Kara let her, standing still, chin lifted, some private battle playing out behind her eyes between pride and anticipation.
The gown slid free and pooled at her feet, and I got my first real look at her, unhurried this time, nothing to interrupt it.
She wasn’t built like Jonquil, no war-forged muscle roping through her thighs, no scars mapping old battles across her skin. Kara’s curves ran softer, gentler, hips full and rounded, waist narrower, her breasts bigger than the Hand’s modest handful but smaller than Jonquil’s, sitting high and firm, nipples already tightening in the open air. My cock throbbed hard against the silk at the sight of her, and I let out a slow breath through my teeth, drinking in every inch before I trusted myself to speak again.
"Come here," I said, voice rougher than I meant it to sound. "Both of you."
Where Jonquil stayed quiet, watching me for instruction the way she always did, Kara stepped forward with a question already forming on her lips, letting me know she was blunt, refusing to just follow along without understanding why.
"Why does she need to be watched?" Kara asked, nodding toward Jonquil, who was already climbing into my lap, straddling me, reaching down between us with practiced ease.
"You’ll see. Pay attention." I said.
Jonquil guided me to her entrance and sank down slow, inch by inch, and I groaned low in my chest at the tight, wet slide of her, my hands settling automatically on her hips to help guide the rhythm.
She was already slick, arousal from the interrupted moment earlier clearly never having faded, and the sound of it, filthy and unmistakable, filled the quiet room.
Kara’s breath caught audibly.
"Why," she said again, watching with open fascination now, all pretense of composure slipping, "does she sit on your third leg like that?"
I laughed, breathless, hips already starting to rock up to meet Jonquil’s.
"It’s called a cock," I said. "And right now it’s buried in something wet and perfect. Come closer. Touch her."
Kara hesitated only a beat before stepping in, close enough that her thigh brushed mine.
"Here," I said, guiding her hand to Jonquil’s breast, showing her the exact pressure, the exact motion. "Like this."
Kara’s fingers closed around the soft weight of it, hesitant at first, then firmer as Jonquil’s breath hitched under the contact, growl rolling low in her throat, hips slamming down harder in response.
"Harder," Jonquil bit out, surprising even herself with the demand.
Kara’s brows furrowed but she obliged, gripping tighter, rolling the nipple between her fingers, and something competitive flared behind her eyes now, some silent challenge issued and accepted, like she meant to prove she could do this better than either of us expected.
I pulled Jonquil down and kissed her hard, deep, then reached out and dragged Kara in by the back of her neck too, catching her mouth next, slower, testing, feeling her stiffen for just a heartbeat before she melted into it completely, a small, needy sound escaping against my lips.
"Both of you taste incredible," I muttered, breaking away just far enough to speak.
"Don’t stop." I said to Jonquil.
I dipped my head and caught one of Jonquil’s nipples between my teeth, my tongue flicking hard over it, drawing a sharp gasp out of her, then switched to Kara’s, sucking until her whole body shivered and her thighs pressed together on reflex.
I alternated between them, my mouth and hands working both women at once, squeezing, sucking, thumbs rolling over slick, swollen peaks while Jonquil rode me faster, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder, more shameless with every stroke.
"Feel that building?" I growled against Jonquil’s throat, feeling her walls starting to flutter tight around me. "When it hits, grab her. Show her exactly how good this feels."
Jonquil’s hand shot out, closing hard around Kara’s breast right as her climax tore through her, a broken, animal sound ripping loose from her throat, hips grinding down and stuttering to a stop only once every last wave had passed through her.
Kara gasped at the sudden grip, skin still buzzing, breath coming in short, uneven pulls, but she didn’t pull back.
I followed a heartbeat later, hips jerking up hard beneath Jonquil, spilling deep inside her with a groan I didn’t bother swallowing, my whole body going loose against the gold-carved chair.
I let my head fall back, chest heaving, and looked over at Kara, flushed, breathless, staring at me like she was still recalculating something in her head that refused to add up neatly.
"So," I said, grinning, voice wrecked and satisfied. "Learn anything?"
Kara didn’t answer right away, her jaw was working, eyes flicking once toward Jonquil, who watched her with something that looked almost like satisfaction, almost like a dare.
"There’s plenty more to learn," I said, a smirk tugging at my lips.