Both of them watching him with Thalia.
Sothing in the watching — the specific, focused attention of two won who had been reprogramd toward one man and were currently watching another woman receive what they were waiting for.
They began to move.
Jenny first.
Up from all fours. Crawling forward toward the tub, her thick ass swaying with the motion, heavy thighs dragging across the wet tile.
Vivienne rising beside her, heavy breasts swinging forward as she ca up to her knees, both rings glinting.
Both of them arriving at the tub edge. Both leaning in.
Jenny’s lips found his shoulder.
Vivienne’s mouth pressed against his jaw.
Both of them attaching to him simultaneously with the specific, focused intent of things that have been trained to a target and cannot redirect.
Thalia felt it.
The mont their mouths touched him.
She felt it sowhere beneath her sternum — not in her chest, lower, in the specific, burning knot that she had spent her entire adult life constructing defences around and had failed to protect tonight.
Her hands moved.
Before she gave them permission.
Her right hand shot out and grabbed Jenny’s hair. Her left found Vivienne’s. Both fists closing, both won’s heads yanking sideways in one simultaneous pull that dragged them off him and sent them stumbling backward across the tile, both crying out.
"AAHHH~!!"
"HIIEEK~!!"
They hit the floor.
Thalia was on her feet in the tub.
Completely naked from the blouse having gone transparent and then simply gone sowhere in the last twenty seconds, water running off her body in sheets, both breasts heaving, her green hair soaked flat against both sides of her face, her jaw set with the specific fury of a woman who has just discovered sothing about herself she was not prepared to discover.
"How dare you." The words ca out low. Not shouted. The particular low that is past shouting. "How dare you touch my man."
Both won on the floor looked up at her.
Jenny’s mouth was open.
Vivienne’s red eyes were wide.
The silence held for exactly two seconds.
Then Thalia dropped.
She sat back down directly onto his lap, both arms coming around his neck and her chest pressing flush against his face, her breasts on either side of his head, surrounding him, enveloping him completely as she pulled him in with both arms.
Her chin went up.
Her green eyes fixed on both won on the floor below with the expression of sothing that has declared a territory.
"These are mine," she said.
Flat. Certain.
She felt him.
His mouth. Finding her nipple through the press of her chest against his face. His lips closing around it, tongue pressing flat.
"Aahhh~!! Hngh~!!"
She looked down at him.
His eyes were open.
Looking up at her over the swell of her own breast from her nipple between his lips.
He winked.
She bit her lip.
The heat that moved through her from that single wink was sothing she refused to na in front of an audience.
"You pervert," she said.
Quiet.
She kissed his forehead.
His mouth kept working her nipple.
"Suck my tits," she said against his hair. "Fuck all you want." A pause. "Just don’t look at those two."
He released her nipple.
Her breast fell forward slightly, nipple dark and wet and hard, swinging once before settling.
He looked at her face.
"I want a fourso."
The words arrived clean and simple.
The specific, unbothered delivery of a man who has decided to say the true thing and has no energy available for softening it.
Thalia’s expression moved through several positions in rapid sequence.
The ache ca.
Real.
Not anger. Not fury. The specific, precise ache of a woman who loves a man who is exactly who he has always said he is and has never pretended otherwise.
"You really," she said, "do not care."
"About a woman’s feelings."
"About emotions at all," she finished.
Her voice was thin.
His cock was hard beneath her hips.
She felt it.
Fully. The length of him pressing up against her cunt from below through the water, thick and present and already reminding her body of everything it had been introduced to this morning.
Her hips shifted.
Fractionally.
The tip of his cock finding her entrance without her entirely deciding to allow it.
She sat on it slowly.
One inch.
Then two.
Her breath released through parted lips.
"Aahhh~... Hngh~... Mm~..."
She looked at the two won on the floor.
Both of them watching.
Jenny’s thick thighs pressed together, her gaze tracking Thalia’s slow descent on his cock with the specific expression of a woman watching soone else receive what her body has been trained to want.
Vivienne’s heavy breasts resting on the tub edge where she had crawled forward, her red eyes moving between his face and Thalia’s hips.
Both of them.
Thalia’s enemies. Her stepmother who had tornted her. Her stepsister who had taken everything she had in the household they shared.
Both of them here. In her bathroom. Red-eyed and marked and waiting.
The burn in her chest at the sight of them lit sothing else.
Sothing that sat directly beside the jealousy and shared its walls.
Competition.
Raw, instinctive, female competition of the specific kind that burns in the belly when a woman who loves a man watches other won want him.
’I am better than them.’ ’I have always been better than them.’ ’I was always going to be better.’
She sank another inch onto his cock.
"AAHHH~!! Oungh~!! Mm~..."
He looked up at her.
"You’re better than them."
The words arrived unprompted.
She froze.
His hands ca to her hips.
"That’s why," he said, "I’ve fucked you more than anyone else."
The sentence hit her body before her brain processed it.
Her cunt clenched around him — hard, sudden, involuntary — the full interior grip of a woman whose body has just received exactly the words it needed to hear and has imdiately translated them into physical response.
Her nipples stiffened to the point of aching.
Her thighs went warm.
Her breath ca out in a long, slow, broken note.
"Aahhh~... Hngh~... Mm~..."
She looked at her stepmother.
At her stepsister.
Both of them waiting. Both of them wanting. Both of them watching her sit on his cock in the bathtub while their pussies dripped onto the tile and their trained bodies pulled toward him with nowhere to go.
The heat in her belly beca a full, rolling burn.
A challenge.
Not to them.
To him.
To herself.
To whatever this was that had been growing since the fountain and the hotel and the car and the morning and every year before all of it.
She looked down at him.
Both her hands ca to his jaw.
Her hips rolled.
Once. Slow. Deliberate.
His cock pressed up through her full cunt to the deepest point he could reach and stayed there, grinding.
"Aahhh~... Hngh~..."
She breathed.
Both her enemies watching from the floor.
His cock seated fully inside her.
His seed already planted.
Her child already growing.
She pressed her lips together.
Felt the wetness between her thighs that had nothing to do with the bathwater.
Felt her own cunt tightening around him in a slow, purposeful clench.
She bit her lip.
Let the burn take over everything else.
"Then prove it."
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