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“It’s okay.” Soft hands and soothing tones enveloped her body. “You can open your eyes. Elphie, open your eyes.”
She was so bare, naked, and hands roamed all over her body. Her legs, trembling despite the soothing and breaths staying quick even when they massaged her neck. She wasn’t ready for this. How could she be ready for this? She should have told them no and shut the door. Why would they ever ask her for something like this?
“Elphaba.” This time it was Fiyero, his motions pausing, and oh how she wished he didn’t stop. “Let me see your eyes.”
Behind her, Galinda squeezed her shoulders before giving a quick peck on her temple. Warmth spread all around that Elphaba wouldn’t be surprised if there were pink trails caused by the kiss. Galinda’s own magic making itself known.
“My beautiful Elphie, let us see you.”
How could it sound so reverent, so blessed, from Galinda’s mouth?
“You are seeing me.”
“Not all of you.”
Elphaba gasped as Fiyero’s kisses grew closer and closer and higher and higher. Look, it seemed to beg. Look at me.
So Elphaba did.
“Good girl,” Galinda almost purred while she petted Elphaba’s cheek and kissed down her neck. “Look at what you’re doing to us.”
A moan broke out and Elphaba grabbed tightly to Fiyero’s hair, pushing him in deeper. The other holding Galinda’s left arm hostage, keeping it in place on her neck. The dam that kept her was dissolved, broken, and the two of them were now free to please her.
“Elphaba— Elphie, do you want more?”
She shook her head, pleasure sprouted and words grew hard. Why would she ask for more? Never in her life had she believed she would have something like this with anyone. What more could she ask for?
“Oh, don’t hold yourself back from wanting, dear.” Galinda smoothed out Elphaba’s hair. “Let us give you more.”
“No…don’t— don’t need—” Another moan before she choked out a cry. Looking down she saw Fiyero smirk then swiped his tongue in the same motion again, a long stoke up, slow and wet.
“Again?”
Without hesitation, she nodded.
“More?”
Another nod.
Fiyero moved his mouth away much to Elphaba’s displeasure. He smiled while she whined and licked his lips.
Again he asked, “More?”
Still, he laid unmoving while she nodded. His eyes twinkling at her huff. He didn’t even allow her to squirm, strong hands keeping her body still during her frustration.
“Fiyero!”
“Yes, Elphaba?”
“Please.”
“More?”
Elphaba swallowed, the weight of Galinda on her back with her own ministrations, a soft yet tantalizing touch, keeping Elphaba on her toes. It wasn’t enough. Galinda knew it wasn’t enough. Fiyero knew it wasn’t enough, and he smiled like the cat caught the cream.
“More,” she whispered.
His grin widened. “As you wish.”
Behind, Galinda kissed her neck again, making sure to take her time, sucking and nibbling, leaving any and all marks while Elphaba reveled in Fiyero’s work. Gasps and moans and cries echoed in their room. Elphaba writhed and shook at the love and care. At their touch.
And Elphaba looked. She couldn’t not stare while their eyes worshipped her wholly and unabashedly. Elphaba looked and only saw love.
