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21 Days of Valdemar!

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(Still editing the rest, OP, but have the grief-stricken blankets snuggle!)

The tent was dark, and she wasn’t alone in it. Kerowyn listened to Shallan and Relli’s breathing, slow and even. She was covered from toe to neck in blankets, as many as Relli could find, and finally--at long last--Kerowyn was warm.

She couldn’t sleep.

The Skybolts were--she’d seen gaps everywhere she’d turned, friends gone, their leaders--! Kerowyn squeezed her eyes shut, misery lodging in her heart. She’d lost people before, but she’d never lost so many at once. It was irrational, but she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t known. It was so huge--so--so--

Kerowyn pulled her hand free of her borrowed blankets and dried her eyes with her wrist. She wasn’t a rookie, to be so torn up. She’d get up in the morning and keep on going, the way she always had, so there was no point to this.

“Kero?” Shallan’s whisper was very, very soft. “You awake?”

She sniffled, unable to stop herself. “Yeah,” Kero answered, equally quiet.

“You okay?” Relli asked.

“Yeah,” Kero answered, and it came out wetly, tinged with whining and weeping. Kero grit her teeth and glared at the darkness over her head. She was fine. Tears slipped free of her eyes, trailing from the corners of her eyes toward her ears, and Kero bit her lip to keep in the helpless sob.

The bedrolls on the other side of the tent rustled, both scouts sitting up. There was about a foot between them and her, and Kero could feel the stirring air of their breathing, cool across her tears.

A hand in the darkness, warm even through layers of blankets, patted her stomach uncertainly, then searched for and found her shoulder to grip. “Did you want--” Relli hesitated, the silence filled with the sounds of the world outside. Trees creaking as they swayed in the breeze, dead leaves scraping against each other, the distant muffled snort of someone’s horse.

One of them crawled over her, then swiftly wormed under the layers of blankets on her far side, heedless of the scant space available between Kerowyn’s side and the tent wall. “You’re still cold,” Shallan murmured, inches from Kero’s ear. “Should have said something.”

More blankets were tossed over her, and then Relli joined Shallan, draping herself across Kerowyn’s other side like a friendly barn cat, her hand finding and clasping Shallan’s overtop Kero’s stomach.

“What are you doing?” Kerowyn asked, her voice barely steady. Her chest hurt from the effort, throat swollen and painful. “I’m fine.”

“You’re cold,” Shallan told her, the words brushing softly into the skin of Kero’s neck. “Let us warm you.”

Her body jerked, shaking with a suppressed sob, and their hands pulled apart, both reaching out to wrap around Kero’s too-prominent ribs, Relli and Shallan holding on to her and not saying a damned word about the tears.

“Rest, Kero. You look like a three-day corpse,” Relli said, hooking her leg over Kero’s, grounding her.

Kero’s chest ached, and she let it, silently crying until her tears ran out. Shallan and Relli didn’t talk, still enough that Kero could pretend they were asleep, unaware of the weakness she was showing. The knowledge that they weren’t was terrifying, and Kerowyn didn’t let herself dwell on it.

Later--long enough later that Kero’s face was dry, and she was almost asleep, her thoughts drifting in the shadows of her muted grief--Shallan cleared her throat, murmuring, “You all right?” Stiffly--Kero didn’t think Shallan liked other people’s emotions any more than Kero did--but no one could deny her sincerity.

“Mother hens,” Kero muttered, gratitude on the tip of her tongue. She left it unspoken, shoving over into Relli to give Shallan room to breathe. Kero grabbed Shallan’s arm, used it to tug her in against her side. Shallan fit perfectly between Kero’s side and arm, and she hesitated for only a second before she settled over Kero’s side, her head pillowed on Kero’s chest.

Relli gave a hushed laugh, tossing a thin pillow over Kero’s arm, and sinking down beside her. “Us? Look to yourself, little hen.” She hooked her leg over Kero’s again, and reached over to Shallan, hooking her fingers into the belt loops of her lover’s tunic. Relli’s lips touched the line of Kero’s jaw, and she whispered, “You are home, Kero, and you are safe. We will protect you.”

Kero shivered, the brush of Relli’s mouth below her ear so sweet that it hurt. Eldan--she pushed the thought of him away. This was what love really was. Not bard’s tales, extravagancies, or any foolishness like that. It was in friendship, the kind you only found with your own people. Eldan could never be this to her.

Not OP, but this is so good! You had me enthralled from the first line, and the last paragraph is one of the sweetest things I've ever read. I haven't actually read Kero's book yet, but I love love love the dynamic you captured between the three of them!

I am both amazed and amused at how many blankets they seem to have lying around. I have to assume Relli and Shallan were planning ahead for this? Of course they were :D

All my fic operates under an assumption of a huge blanket surplus. It's just how I roll as an author. ;)

(The dynamic is largely made up. :P Shallan is a minor supporting character, and Relli has approximately three speaking lines. I don't think we even know what she looks like. That having been said, they shared a tent with Kero once, and I'm going for it!)

It is a great book, and I can earnestly recommend it. It's the only piece of my Lackey collection that I saved when I moved last time.

Thanks again, and I hope you like the porn. It's my first femslash fic, but it's turning out to be really fun to write!

AYRT

Then I love the dynamic you created between them ;D And "shared a tent once" basically means "definitely banged" in Lackeyverse, so I think your fic sits pretty well canonically.

Awesome. Kero's idea that she's too experienced to be feeling things...I love how you used her fear of 'weakness' and of opening up to someone else. I am stoked for the sex part :P

Kero's issues are like the fourth character in this threesome.:)

Thanks for commenting, and I hope you enjoy the rest!

Shallan lifted her head, and Kero saw the lines of her face, faintly sketched in darkness. “You’re too bony, Kerowyn. This is like lying on a bed of sticks.”

Kero opened her mouth to retort--and instead closed her eyes, a muffled, startled sound escaping. Shallan was kissing her--her tongue sliding painfully slow across Kero’s bottom lip, sending every nerve in Kero’s mouth on fire.

A second--no more than a second, though it felt like forever--Shallan pulled away with a satisfied sigh, and said, too brightly, “We’ll feed you up. Make you pump and round and pleasant to sleep on.”

Kero stared at her through the darkness, frozen, wondering if Relli had seen Shallan kissing her. “I--”

Relli kissed the corner of Kerowyn’s mouth, smeared the thin layer of saliva left by her lover. “You are home,” she said, husky and low. Kerowyn detected, moments later, the uncertain waver in their voices.

She didn’t like women. Not like that. Kerowyn liked--men. Eldan. “Relli--” Kero stopped, appalled at how her voice had lowered into a raspy purr. She cleared her throat, and continued gamely, “I’m not--like--”

Shallan’s hand cupped her head, chilled fingers lacing through Kero’s hair, and her thumb pressed into Kero’s pulse point until her heartbeat echoed in her ears. Shallan kissed Kero again, her mouth so soft and fierce that Kero wanted--

“You’re alive,” Shallan said after she pulled away, and Kero heard the grief in that, the names of those who weren’t included in that simple statement. “That’s what you are.”

She wasn’t alone. Not in her grief, not in her life, and never in her heart. This was her home, and it was impossible for Kerowyn to be alone in it. “So to be clear,” Kero said, fighting down giddy laughter. “If I’d been a corpse, you wouldn’t be kissing me?”

A heartbeat of silence, where Kero cursed herself for ruining the mood--her jokes were never funny--and then Relli hummed contemplatively. “To be fair, you’d be a really attractive corpse.”

Shallan broke into laughter, and Kero joined in, relief coursing through her. Kero dragged Relli down to her by her braid, and kissed the laughter from her mouth, deciding that she liked this, at least. Shallan’s fingers slipped under the hem of Kero’s borrowed shirt, and she stroked the hollow of Kero’s belly, tracing over the sloping rise of her hips. “You got skinny, Kero.”

“I didn’t have any food,” Kero protested, reaching out in the dark and finding--she moved her hand, set it to Shallan’s shoulder instead. Blood rose to her cheeks, staining them pink, and Kero scoffed at her own ridiculousness, the tense heat rising under Shallan’s hand over her stomach telling her that like it or not, she was not half so unmoved by women as she had thought.

Relli kissed her again, her fingers loosening the laces on Kero’s shirt. It was a man’s shirt--Kero couldn’t quite remember whose--and unlaced it opened down to her sternum, a wide, deep vee of her skin exposed. Kero returned the kiss, grateful to the darkness, that they couldn’t see the way her ribs rose out from her chest, like a skeleton wrapped in skin.

Relli’s fingers were cold, goosebumps rising in their wake, and Kero gasped a little when Relli found her breast, stroking, then pinching her nipple and rolling it . Her cunt clenched down on nothing, aching for the emptiness, and Kero couldn’t quite believe--she didn’t like women, not in that way! She couldn’t be this hot for it, jolts of lust bolting over her skin every time either of them touched her. She ached for them like a bitch in heat ached for a dog, probably staining her borrowed trousers with her wetness, and all for--

“You want this, don’t you?” Shallan asked, interrupting Kero’s thoughts on how incredibly hot having both of them touch her was. “Kero--” Her hands hesitated, and there was a note of genuine uncertainty in her voice.

“Do you want me to write it down?” Kero snapped, “For the love of all the gods, yes!” Her voice echoed too loud, doubtless more than audible in the tents on either side of theirs, but fuck--Kero forced her voice back into a whisper, “I want to--fuck, I don’t know. Are you just going to tease me all night, or do I get to touch you back, or--how...” Kero’s mind pulled blank, completely lost at what they could do--or want her to do. Her thoughts rolled in increasingly obsessive circles, scattering between how do you even fuck without a cock? and I want them to fuck me.

“That’s probably a yes,” Relli said. She pulled her hand out of Kero’s shirt, and Kero looked toward her, unable to see more than the faintest curve of her jaw, like a barely seen ghost in the dark.

“Oh good,” Shallan whispered, and Kero could picture her smile, the one she wore when she was surprised by her own happiness. Her lips curved at the corners, tiny wrinkles around her eyes, and her smile just the slightest bit crooked--Kero liked Shallan’s smile.

Kero heard the creak of leather and the rustle of fabric, the blankets swaying wildly for a moment, and something soft dropping to the side--Relli’s leather armour, and the shirt underneath, she thought. Kero failed utterly to find something to say. She was--scandalized. Ridiculous, but Kero was, embarrassed and aroused and judging all at once. It was all right for Relli and Shallan, but Kero--she shouldn’t be doing this--

She stared into the darkness, swallowing hard as she heard them kissing over her, and was deeply disappointed that it was a new moon. The scent of Relli’s skin was warm, horsey and familiar, and now she could hear Shallan--beautiful Shallan, with her ice-white hair and delicate features--stripping off her upper armour as well. Kero’d seen them naked before, bathing, changing, doing laundry--but she wanted to see them naked now.

“Come on,” Shallan told her, tugging at Kero’s shoulder until she sat up. They were both naked from the waist up, and Kero’s hands were frozen at her sides, terrified in spite of her words. Could she--would they let her touch them? She lifted her arms when they urged her to, acutely aware of the back of her hand accidentally brushing up Relli’s side, a tiny hardness that had to be her nipple drawing a line across Kero’s wrist.

Both of them tugged her shirt off, left her bare like they were, and Kero’s breath hitched in her lungs, eagerness riding her hard and fast. “Fuck,” she muttered, so soft that she doubted they would hear her. I want this so bad.

It was cold with the blankets around her waist, and Kero shivered, teeth chattering as someone--one of them--got to work on her belt. The trousers she’d been loaned were so loose that they’d fall right off her without it, and Kero’s cunt was pressed bare and wet into the crotch of them--she’d have to wash them before she returned them--and Relli was sliding her hand inside them. Shallan pulled the belt free, the buckle rattling when she dropped it aside.

Kero’s thighs trembled, Relli’s cool fingers slipping between the lips of her cunt, moving easily because she was so wet that she’d be painting her thighs to the knee in a skirt. “Fuck,” Relli whispered, her breasts caressing Kero’s arm, bigger than Kero’s in the best of times and almost huge in comparison to Kero’s starved frame. “Fuck, Kero, you’re so wet for us--” startled, she sounded startled-- “You want this bad, don’t you?”

Shallan checked her too, her fingers even colder than Relli’s, and Kero spread her legs to accommodate them. Fuck me, she thought, in a desperate unvoiced wish--they were women, they couldn’t.

“You always get this wet?” Shallan asked,and she pressed into Kerowyn’s side, her body hot and soft and smooth against Kero. A wet line down Kero’s neck that made her shudder and whine low in her throat, and Shallan hooked three fingers into the entrance of Kero’s cunt, not big enough or deep enough to satisfy, just enough to send Kero that much higher.

Kero gathered her wits and replied, “No--” She tried not to think about how wet they might be, what their bodies would feel like under her hands, like Kero’s--? Different? And succeeded in focusing on nothing but that. “Can I--” Relli’s pet her clit, smearing Kero’s fluids over it, and sending a shock of pleasure straight to where Shallan was teasing her.

“Can you?” Relli asked, rubbing Kero’s clit in long, painfully slow strokes. She couldn’t get off on that, could only enjoy and want more. “What do you want, Kero?”

Shallan pulled her hand free, and Kero flushed red at how wet that sounded. Her mouth was open to reply, and Shallan hushed her by filling it with her fingers, missing and painting Kero’s chin, then finding her mouth and tongue. “Clean these off, would you? We need to get Eri’s pants off before you ruin them, don’t we?”

Kero nodded and sucked them deeper, licking herself off Shallan’s skin, tongue finding the salt of her skin under the strangeness of herself. When Shallan pulled out, Kero took the risk, grabbed her wrist and dragged Shallan’s hand back to her mouth. Her palm was painted too, and Kero cleaned it down to the delicate bones of Shallan’s wrist. She had such small hands--

“Holy hell, Kero--” Shallan dragged Kero’s pants down her thighs as soon as Kero released her, Relli still working her clit like she was determined to give Kero the slowest climax of her life. “Thought you liked cock, girl.”

“I do like cock,” Kero hissed back, unsure of when her arm had wrapped around Relli’s waist, and her hand slowly creeping upward like it was on a quest to find her breasts. “I like it--just fine,” she finished lamely.

“That so?” Relli asked, and Kero supposed she deserved that. “Hey, Shallan, you know--”

“Yeah,” Shallan agreed, brightly and too loud--people would hear--and disappeared from Kero’s side entirely, scrambling over her to get to their bags.

Kero squinted, trying to see through the dark, but there was nothing for it--the dark had her blinded. “What?” she asked, squirming under Relli’s hand, wishing she’d hurry or press harder or something that wasn’t just this torturously slow rhythm.

“Don’t you mind,” Relli told her, straddling Kero’s thigh, and blocking what view of Shallan she’d have even if she could see. “Lie back,” she said, so firmly that Kero processed it as an order, falling back onto the thin pad that separated her from the ground. “Fuck, you’re eager, aren’t you?”

Kero spread her legs, offering Relli more room between them, pressing her thigh up and into Relli, and she caught herself nodding uselessly--it was too dark, Relli couldn’t see. “Yes,” she said, and it was too loud, she would be heard--and Kero said again, at the same volume, “Yes, I want it.”

Soft laughter, and the rhythm of Relli’s hand over her cunt stayed exactly the same, the ache inside her growing almost painful. “And what is ‘it’?” Relli asked, leaning over Kero to whisper it in her ear, her breasts barely touching Kero’s. She rolled her hips, grinding down Kero’s bare thigh.

“I--” Kero felt Relli’s breath against her cheek, and turned her face up, searching for and finding Relli's mouth. Kero touched the bared skin of Relli’s waist, over the hard ridge of her hip, feeling embarrassingly daring for it. Relli was smiling against her mouth, her hand between Kero’s legs finally quickening. It made soft, sucking noises on every stroke, and Kero squirmed in not-quite embarrassment. She couldn’t hide how hungry she was for them, couldn’t stop her cunt from getting wetter and wetter under Relli’s touch.

“What’s ‘it’, Kero?” Relli asked again, rubbing herself slowly against Kero’s thigh. “You’re so fucking hot for us, what do you think we’re going to do?”

Oh my GOD nonny, are you sure you never write femslash? Because I am not at all convinced. I love how vivid Kero's emotional response to everything is.

And that is one of the sexiest cliffhangers I've ever read on a kink meme. (I mean, we know vaguely what they're going to do based on the prompt, but Kero doesn't!)

OP, how do you feel about fisting? Asking for a friend.

“I--” Kero stopped hesitating, and dipped her fingers under the hem of Relli’s pants, sliding them beneath the edge to touch warm, unrevealed skin. “I have no fucking idea,” she said, finding Relli’s breast with her free hand and pressing her thumb into the tight nub of her nipple. “But I want you to do it.”

Impatiently, Kero rocked her hips into Relli’s hand, needing just a bit more to push her over, pinching Relli’s nipple between her fingers and tugging it. Relli laughed and stopped. “Then we will,” she said, drawing a line up Kero’s stomach with her wet fingers. “Do ‘it’ to you,” she added, slyly, and Kero bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Shallan squirmed in beside her, sudden enough that Kero started. “Found them,” she said cheerfully, dropping something between Kero’s legs with a quiet thump. She dragged the blankets back up Kero’s body, covering all three of them against the chill, and drapped herself across Kero. Shallan was naked, her legs bare against Kero’s, the curls covering her cunt soft against Kero’s hip.

Kero hesitated for no more than a second before she decided to trust them with their secrets. She let go of Relli’s waist to find Shallan, combing her fingers through her hair, tugging loose the remains of her braid. Shallan’s hair smelled like soap, clean and silky soft between Kero’s fingers.

Relli lifted herself off Kero, and Kero realized that the other woman was sliding out of her boots--stripping down to her naked skin. Her heart swelled in her throat, Kero’s body twitching nervously in her anticipation, like a rookie faced with her first real battle.

“There,” Relli whispered, and Kero heard her cast her clothes aside, buckles ringing softly as they hit the tent tarp. She settled back into place over Kero, her cunt a hot, wet line down Kero’s thigh, maddeningly distracting. Kero set her hand tentatively over the small of Relli’s back, and down, finding the curve of her ass, so much rounder and fuller than a man’s. Her hand was inches from Relli’s cunt, but Kero hesitated, unsure.

Relli ducked her head, hair trailing across Kero’s collarbone, and found Kero’s breast with her mouth. Kero arched, barely managing to keep silent, pleasure so sharp that she ached for it echoing around the flicker of Relli’s tongue. “You like that?” Relli asked, before she latched onto Kero’s nipple and sucked.

Shallan laughed at Kero’s breathless whimper, holding her down as she tried to rise into Relli’s mouth. Her mouth found Kero’s other breast, and Shallan licked her, tiny little flicks of her tongue that counterbalanced the raw pull of Relli’s sucking.

They were both riding her--Shallan on Kero’s hip, Relli on her thigh--rubbing themselves against her body in slow little thrusts that doubled and tripled the sense that her body was tightening into a single incandescent line of heat and desire, her pleasure a tightly strung bow of tension under their mouths. Kero’s hands shook, her head tilting back as her shoulders arched up, and Shallan stopped her teasing, taking Kero into her mouth.

Sparks wove across her vision, the tension winding in her chest radiating out in waves of pleasure, her cunt clenched down tight on an absence that Kero desperately wanted filled. She gasped again, clinging to Relli and Shallan so tightly that she might be bruising them, every nerve she had buzzing with ecstasy. Relli pulled on her as Shallan nipped, and Kero moaned, the sound torn out of her throat.

Shallan reached down and Kero canted her hips up, offering her cunt to Shallan’s slender fingers. Relli hummed, her mouth vibrating over Kero’s over-sensitive nipple, and Kero realized that she’d pressed her thigh into Relli’s cunt with that move--rocked her hip into Shallan. She searched, blind and fumbling, over the smooth curve of Relli’s ass, over the soft crease where her thigh began, and felt Relli tilting her hips, offering her wet slit to Kero’s searching fingers.

Kero pressed her fingers into Relli’s heat, sliding them into the tightness of her hole as Shallan did the same to her--and she came, hips twitching helplessly into Shallan’s hand, her body gone tight as steel around Shallan’s fingers. Relli was so wet inside, rocking into Kero’s fingers to take them deeper-- “Fuck me,” Kero breathed, then bit her lip as pleasure crashed through her again, Shallan’s thumb just brushing her clit.

“Never thought--” Shallan whispered, her breath cold over Kero’s breast, her fingers fucking Kero’s cunt until Kero was spilling, dripping down her ass and into the blanket below her. Kero couldn’t stop the sounds--the wet slap of Shallan finger-fucking her, the sound of blankets as they moved under them--

Teeth around her nipple, firm and sharp, and Kero cried out softly, praying that the rest of the company couldn’t hear her getting fingered and sucked by Shallan and Relli, crying out like a whore they’d dragged into camp to fuck.

Relli pulled away, Kero’s breast wet and cold without her mouth on it, the rapid panting of her breath a terrible tease. She stroked Kero’s belly, like she was trying to calm a horse, and Kero thought, I have my fingers inside her, startled by the very thought of it.

Shallan pressed a fourth finger into Kero, almost thick enough, but far too shallow for what Kero needed, and she bit her lip to keep from begging. Neither of them had a cock to fuck her with. Begging would do her no good.

Another hand--Relli’s--joined Shallan’s between Kero’s thighs. “Can you take more?” she asked Kero, rubbing her clit hard and fast, forcing Kero into an orgasm that hit her like a punch to the gut.

“Yes,” Kero hissed through gritted teeth. She couldn’t spread her legs wider, both of them pinned by the other women--was too pinned to do much of anything. “Please, anything--”

“I’ve got four fingers in her,” Shallan interrupted, sliding lower, changing the angle of her wrist so she could thrust deeper. “And she’s wet enough to take a horse.”

Kero flushed hot red at being discussed so objectively. “I--”

Relli pushed a finger into Kero alongside Shallan’s, and then added a second, stretching Kero almost to breaking. “You want to use the new one on her,” she said, her voice coming from low in her chest.

“It’s too big for either of us,” Shallan said, twisting her wrist, her knuckles pressed right up to Kero’s entrance. “And Relli, look how desperate she is--”

Relli’s body tightened around Kero’s fingers--she had only two in Relli’s cunt, and it was tight as a glove around them--and she made a soft sound, like a quiet whimper. “Yeah. Yeah okay. Stretch out her pussy some more first, then we’ll--”

She was desperately curious. Whatever Shallan had retrieved from their packs was lying between her thighs, and Kero couldn’t reach at it, pinned by their weight and split on their fingers. “What are you talking about?”

ooohhhh my god

Holy shit anon, this is hot. The amount of pure lust you are conveying here is just amazing. And the dynamic is perfect - I swear that's the hardest thing about threesomes but Shallan and Relli's teasing and bluntness & the way it keeps Kero on edge is just awesome. Did I mention this is hot. It's really hot /fans self I love size queen Kero XD

Oh wowww nonny :D :D

This is very, very excellent. I love the way that Kero's mind still doesn't quite catch up with her body, she starts doing and wanting things and then realizing later, and WOW what a way to realize you also like chicks :'D

Anyway I am super impressed by the way you've maintained the energy throughout, it's been consistently super sexy from start to finish and I can't wait for the next part :D

DON'T STOP DON'T STOP OH GOD.

This is literally the hottest thing on this meme right now mmmmfff

OP here, and I am completely okay with fisting. And really enjoying this.

Mmm, delicious!

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Re: Kero/Shallan/Relli - Fill - D/P with Toys (3/?)

Re: Kero/Shallan/Relli - Fill - D/P with Toys (3/?)

Re: Kero/Shallan/Relli - Fill - D/P with Toys (3/?)

Re: Kero/Shallan/Relli - Fill - D/P with Toys (3/?)

Re: Kero/Shallan/Relli - Fill - D/P with Toys (3/?)

Re: Kero/Shallan/Relli - Fill - D/P with Toys (3/?)