Devotia Ch. 20: Compersion

Calvin marches on, the words spewing out of him like all he can do is accept Junivere's primacy. "She tells me constantly of how you've taught her to love her own body, to feel at peace with her desires."

This is too precious.

Biting down on the cord gagging her, and using their embarrassments as cover, Callie slips her mouth out of its confinement. She rolls onto her side, beaming at both of them and daring, "Just one kiss! To see if you'll like it!"

They share a glance, then look away. They're both blushing adorably.

A pause.

Junivere sighs. "You're so lucky I love you."

She steps forward, dropping her face down to Calvin to introduce her mouth to his. It's a short kiss, awkward and disinterested, carried forth only by the practiced habit of Junivere's profession. The Knight-Commander is rigid as a board, seemingly frightened of moving in any way as though it would evoke her ire.

Callie's face splits wide, full of delight as Junivere pulls away.

"Happy?" Her fellow Devotia asks.

"And?"

"And I don't know that I'll do it again," Junivere rolls her eyes, though a modest flush tickles her cheeks. She flicks back to Calvin. "I mean no disrespect."

"Nor I, you," he coughs.

Relieved the ordeal is over, Junivere returns to her cool demeanor. "Sorry dear," she tells Callie. "No living out your dream tonight."

Calvin furrows his brow. "Dream?"

Callie freezes, locking eyes with Junivere and suddenly feeling confronted by the moment. She'd never told Calvin about the dream, never explained that it was the instigator of Junivere's and Callie's relationship. She thinks back to the flush of embarrassment that filled her as she had explained it to Junivere - the desire for both of them and the desire to be watched as they have their way with her.

She stammers, struggling to explain herself.

"Cute," Junivere smirks approvingly. "You never told him?"

Calvin now glances at her. "Told me?"

Junivere maintains glorious and powerful eye contact with Callie as she explains, in intimate detail, the events of the dream. She spares no thoughts for Callie's flustering, telling Calvin word for word each act, each twist of their bodies, each seductive phrase that aroused her so deeply.

She finds herself straining against the cords once more.

Calvin returns his palm to its place on her thigh, gently massaging the smooth skin as Junivere finishes the story. "It seems I still have more to learn about your desires," he beams.

She shuts her eyes tightly, pulling her face away to hide the deep crimson color splashing onto her cheeks.

"I knew you liked it when I take charge," he muses, "but I never knew how much. Lately, you've been more forward and commanding with me."

Junivere pips up, a proud teacher. "She learned it from me."

Calvin chuckles. "You should have seen her with Lady Cirene." Then, with a glimmering realization, tilts her chin back to face him and concludes, "Ah, you wanted to be in Cirene's position, didn't you? In between two people who want you."

Gods yes.

She nods slowly.

And then she nearly dies of embarrassment when Calvin tells Junivere, "I'd be curious to see your technique."

"Sorry?"

"Not on me," he coughs out, realizing what he'd implied. "On her. If it's something she likes so much, I'd love to be able to make it possible for her."

Junivere considers him for a long moment. Absent-mindedly, she runs a finger along Callie's calf, circling it around and around as she gives thought to the idea. It's impossible to tell what's going through her mind, and Callie feels herself torn between her need for both of them and the mildly humiliating feeling of the two of them gazing at her like she is simply an object for their enjoyment. She finds herself more content with such a reality.

"Fuck it," Junivere shrugs. "But I am too sober for this conversation."

- - -

If either of them feel sympathy for Callie's predicament, neither show it.

She's bound up, her arms tied behind her back while her ankles have been latched together. Junivere had placed her into a squatting position over a stack of pillows, then decorated her with a harness of threadbeams. Her dress has long since been cast aside, leaving only her warm, naked skin for their viewing. The cleverly placed pillows make it so that as her desperation grows, she can slowly grind against them and find some relief - but it's a double edged sword, she quickly realizes. With the cords, she can't get anywhere close to enough speed to help her finish, only enough to appease the immediate force compelling her.

Junivere's creativity strikes again. She's found a way to make Callie edge herself.

So Callie whimpers quietly in the center of the balcony, kneeling and rocking her hips, while Calvin and Junivere recline on a couch and discuss her as if she isn't there.

"The most important thing to understand is that she's eager," Junivere is saying, swirling the wine in her glass elegantly before taking a sip. "Eager for you, for me, for anyone she likes who wants to touch her. To control her, you use that eagerness against her. Play with her a little, give her something to obsess over, then withhold it."

She gestures to Callie the way one might regard a choice piece of furniture, ready for purchase. A little noise escapes her mouth, constrained by yet another gag.

"And since she likes the ropes..."

"They've been teasing her for the last hour."

Calvin nods, appreciating the education. He takes a long draw from his glass, enjoying the taste for a moment while his eyes study her thoughtfully. "Gods, she's cute," he concludes.

Callie squirms in place, her erection showing them just how much she adores the compliments.

Junivere continues, her tone somehow both lewd and learned. "You hold the access to what she wants, and you'll let her have it eventually." A contented sip of wine. "But see what you can get her to do to earn it first." She stands. "For example, I think she needs another drink."

Junivere's fingers grab hold of Callie's jaw, lifting it up to meet her eyes towering over her. Junivere holds her usual suave and sensuous stare, full of the promises her touch could bestow. One of her fingers slips into Callie's mouth, hooking against the threadbeam and pulling it back just enough to allow her to talk.

"Thirsty?"

Callie swallows. "Yes."

"Ask nicely."

"Please, allow me to have a drink."

"Very good," she purrs, lowering her glass to Callie's lips and tipping it into her mouth. Junivere feeds her a long stream, forcing Callie to either accept it all or let it sputter out of her throat - and resolved to continue earning Junivere's praise, she forces herself to drink it all.

Junivere replaces the gag, petting a hand on Callie's cheek approvingly. She strides back to sit beside Calvin, leaving her legs spread to give Callie just a whisper of sight up her skirt.

"She is willing to do quite a lot for what she wants," Junivere concludes. "Have your fun with her, tell her how well she's done, then give her her treat."

"Thank you," Calvin grins. "I've got plenty of ideas for her now."

"I can't wait to hear about them from her."

Callie shares her excitement. She enjoys the mild buzz from the wine, letting it add an additional heat to her chest as she continues to rock against the pillow.

As the sunset begins to give up its last few holdouts of light, surrendering to the power of night, Callie finds herself desperate for more.

"You're quite good at all of this," Calvin muses.

"I've been a Devotia for years. Plenty of practice." Junivere takes another drink, a little blush of color showing its effects on her. She is a smooth sort of tipsy, and Callie has known her to be the type that never went further than that. She likes to be calm and in control, using the buzz of alcohol solely to feel just a whisper less inhibited in her speech and actions. It somehow only makes her more graceful.

Junivere's eyes lock onto Calvin, narrowing and asking, "She's been too afraid to ask, all this time, but how experienced are you?"

His laugh lines crinkle into a smile. "In my early days of the Knighthood... well, everyone loves a man in armor." Calvin leaves the implications in the air and enjoys the look it elicits from both of them. "After a year or two the novelty of being so wanted wore off for me. But for a while, I loved it. I'd grown up painfully shy, convinced no one would ever really notice me."

The idea is unfathomable to Callie.

"Any serious relationships?"

"Two," he confirms. He rests an arm onto the backrest of the couch, staring off of the balcony and towards the mountains far in the distance. "The first was Rosalyn. We were together..." He cocks his head, thinking. "A year and a half?" He shrugs. "Neither of us really knew what we were doing. She hoped we'd marry, but at that age I felt like that'd be a prison."

Callie finds herself quietly dreaming of being married to him... sharing a home... sharing a bed. If either of them notice her hips grinding a little faster, they don't acknowledge it.

"A few years later I was with Bayln," he continues, "which lasted for about eight months before it crashed and burned."

"Your fault or hers?"

"Oh, absolutely mine," he snorts without hesitation. "I'd just been promoted to Paladin and had hardly any space in my brain for anything else. She told me I might as well marry my sword." He takes a sip of wine. "I hear she and her wife are quite happy now, so that's good for her."

Junivere nods, enjoying his forthright honesty. "Any men in your past?"

"A couple. I liked Zahan the most. I certainly have a preference for women - I seem to be really picky with men."

Junivere's eyes flick to Callie. "Any threaded girls?"

"Rosalyn."

"No wonder our girl is so well taken care of." She rises once more, only to squat beside Callie and murmur, "Hear that, Callie? He knows exactly what to do with you."

Her free hand rests onto Callie's hip, guiding her rocking movements and pushing her into longer, slower strokes. A noise escapes her from behind the gag, and it's difficult to focus on anything beyond the warmth of her touch.

Junviere throws back the rest of her drink, grinning at Calvin. "Time to have some fun with her."

She releases the cords of light that bind her in place, leaving behind only the glowing warmth of the harness across her torso. Junivere grabs her arm and pulls her to stand, where her thighs grumble from the pain of previously being constrained. The older Devotia walks over to the railing of the balcony and rests her back into it, facing Callie while gesturing for her to approach.

Calvin stops her midway, a hand on either side of her waist as he pulls her to him, and whispers in her ear. "I love how you look tied up."

She should be embarrassed by the sound she makes, but remains blissfully ignorant of such things. He releases her, and she wishes he wouldn't.

Junivere continues her directions. "Place one hand on either side of me." Callie does, and Junivere places a hand on her chest to push her back so that Callie's arms are stretched to their apex while holding on, with Junivere sitting casually between them. Behind her, Calvin steps close enough that she's delightfully aware of his presence.

"We're going to play a game with you," Junivere explains. "You're going to keep your hands on this railing, no matter what. If they leave it at any point, we stop."

Calvin's hands begin massaging her shoulders, then her back, then her hips.

"If your hands are still on the railing by the time both of us have finished, then you can."

Callie smirks. "What's stopping me from holding onto the railing and finishing before you?"

Junivere leans forward, her fingers sliding the lengths of Callie's forearm, then arm, and then wrapping around the back of her neck. She brings her face close, her lips hovering just outside of Callie's ear. Calvin follows her lead, taking a tighter hold of her and pressing his lips into the other side of her neck.

"Because," Junivere whispers, "if you're patient..." A kiss on her earlobe, teasing and soft. "...I'll let you cum inside of me while he's still inside of you."

Gods, yes.

"In the meantime," Calvin's voice rumbles in her other ear, sending a tingling shiver down her spine, "we're going to do everything in our power to prevent you from holding on."

And then his cock is resting against her ass, slowly slipping up and down. Instinctively, she lowers her hips towards it, ravenous for her need for him, but he pulls away. Her arms stretch to their maximum trying to step back into him, only to find they've got no more distance to give.

"Fuck."

"This'll be fun," Junivere grins. She lowers the straps of her dress, giving Callie a wondrous view of her soft breasts. Enticed by this scene as well, Callie brings herself forward, accepting Junivere's tongue into her mouth and hardly caring about the moan that escapes her.

Calvin's hands bring her legs back, and suddenly Callie is awkwardly hunched over, her mouth struggling to remain pressed against Junivere's while her feet are planted far back. He brings himself close enough for the tip of his cock to tauntingly press against her ass, and she finds herself shifting back to try and accept him as well.

Junivere lowers one hand to her skirt and raises it up, showing just how excited she is by the scene as well. Her other hand drops down to her clit, slowly circling around it while Callie feels herself struggling between the choice of both of them.

Her skin alights as Clavin pushes inside her, sending burning warmth through her hips, then chest, then face. He gives her only a moment to adjust to the stretching and filling sensation before he begins his movements, and the sound that leaves her lips makes Junivere beam.

"Oh, you make it so easy, don't you, Callie?" Junivere is muttering, her hand already increasing its speed. "Gods, you're cute."

"T-thank you."

One of Calvin's hands wraps around the front of her waist, pulling her deeper into him and causing her to shudder from the intimate warmth of his fingers across her skin. All the teasing from the prior hour quickly reveals just how treacherous her pleasure is, and it hardly takes long for her constitution to keep her committed to waiting.

"She's not going to last," Junivere teases, grinning at Calvin. "See that look in her eyes? Desperate."

Chuckling, Calvin's other hand grabs Callie's chin and tilts it to meet his incoming kiss. His tongue pushes inside of her without any concern for gentleness, which sends a long and rumbling moan rolling down her throat.

"I think you might be right," he agrees.

Callie would be hard pressed to disagree, and she tightens her grip on the railing and forces herself to remain motionless, simply accepting Calvin into her without trying to race towards a finish. His hips push deep into her, lifting her up onto her tiptoes with each thrust.

Junivere's face looks pink and enraptured watching her, and Callie feels a bubbling pride at the hasty breaths her fellow Devotia is taking. The look in her eyes begins tender and quickly devolves towards ravenous as her wrist rubs her off, and it doesn't take long for her to push herself off from the railing and drop her dress entirely.

And then she's bringing herself between Callie's arms and kissing her, full of hunger and need, letting her own moans entangle with Callie's whimpers. Her free hand balls Callie's hair into her fist, tugging it and bringing her deeper and deeper into the kiss.

To Callie's surprise, Junivere finishes first, gasping and shuddering in place. She has to rest back into the railing to keep on her feet, and the smile that fills her face leaves Callie in a more desperate position than before. She clenches her hips as the need for her own release threatens to consume her.

But Junivere hardly seems sated, even as she catches her breath. "Come here," she demands, turning to face away from Callie and bringing her ass to rub against Callie's clit. "I need you," she exhales.

Calvin steps forward, allowing Callie some extra room to stretch her arms without letting go of the railing, and he pushes as deep as he can into her as Junivere's fingers wrap around her shaft. She guides Callie into her wet lips, pulling a heavenly sigh from Junivere and a squeaking moan from Callie.

"Gods, yes," Junivere utters approvingly. She regains her composure just long enough to turn back to Callie and threaten, "If you don't wait for him to finish..."

Callie can't respond with anything other than a pitiful cry out into the air, resting her chest into Junivere's back and letting each of Calvin's thrusts push her deeper into her fellow Devotia. The pleasure on either end is impossible to cope with - warm and enveloping from Junivere's pussy; burning and frenzied from Calvin's cock.

She grips onto the railing for dear life and tries to think of nothing other than holding on, of fighting back the consuming tide within her.

Calvin's speed increases faster and faster, his slick chest pressing into her own back, and Callie goes mad with the incredible feeling of both of their bodies squeezing her in the middle. She bursts with the pride of their combined delight in her and is overcome with a glittering feeling of ardor.

Callie can't hold out, too overpowered by her feeling of need. She allows the sensation to overtake her, surging forth with a burning release. She loves the feeling of her clit filling Junivere just as Calvin presses deep into her, and her voice cries out into the air as her hands leave the railing to embrace Junviere.

Calvin continues for just a little longer until he, too, is gripping onto Callie and allowing his breath to cascade over them. Callie whimpers adoringly as his seed pours inside of her.

Her resolve completely shatters, and she collapses into his arms which hold her steady. Panting, and brushing her tangled hair out of her face, Junivere turns around and gazes over her.

"I... it seems you've disobeyed," she smirks.

Callie nods weakly, simply enjoying the buzzing warmth across her body.

"We'll have to come up with some clever punishment," Calvin completes.

"Mhmm," Callie agrees, exhausted. "But for now, bed, please."

Calvin's chest rumbles sweetly, and he scoops up her sweaty and tired body to bring her back inside and deposit her on top of the bedsheets. He climbs in after her, bringing her into her chest just as Junivere joins them, wrapping her arms around Callie's waist and holding her from behind.

They splay out onto the bed, recovering from the exertion, and Callie has never felt such majesty as she does between them.

"I love you both so much," she exhales after some time.

Junivere shifts herself up to kiss her. "Oh, Callie," she beams.

Calvin kisses her neck. "I love you, too," he affirms.

And they remain in the shared embrace for some time, enjoying the recovery and warmth of one another. Callie doubts that Calvin and Junivere share any sort of feelings for one another, not as she feels for each of them, but adores the shared possession of her that binds them together. The mutual delight they have in what the other provides for her.

Junivere rises first, throwing her hands over her head and stretching at the hip. She releases a contented breath. "I ought to return to my room. Poor Silas is there waiting for me. I told him I'd only be gone a little while to deliver a message to you."

Callie rolls over, which prompts Calvin to masterfully accept her as the little spoon and pull her in. "He really should have expected that I'd convince you to stay the night," Callie glimmers proudly.

"Have you now?"

"Pleeeeeaaaseee."

Junivere snorts and rolls her eyes. "You're lucky I love you. Fine, dear, I'll stay."