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"Oh heavens, private of course. I'm not some sort of deviant, you know?" She sounded offended, her cheeks flushing.
Willcock kept silent on the dubiousness of that statement coming from someone who was participating in the game and started walking towards a nearby bar, which had three ribbons flying from its shield. Red, green, and purple. "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to imply anything. Would you like to get right to the action, or chat a little, first? I'm Willcock, by the way, Willcock Cockwell."
"Jeanette, of house Amberhead, but please call me Jean. And, um, I would love to chat a little." Jean told him, fidgeting and following behind him like a lost puppy.
Willcock chuckled again at her earnestness and apparent innocence. "So, how old are you?" he asked the knight as they entered the bar.
He didn't get an answer, as his companion was too shocked by the scene they saw playing out in the bar to answer.
A naked young woman with two purple ribbons was hanging on the back of a young man, who only had his last green ribbon left, jerking him off, sticking her fingers in his mouth, and whispering in his ear. As they entered, the young man came. The woman took the last ribbon, added it to a stack of three other green ribbons on a nearby table, and picked up the whole lot.
She had wild, flowing red hair, blue eyes with thick eye shadow, and plump, deep red lips. Her hips were on the thinner side, her chest flat, and she was a head shorter than Willcock.
Then, she walked around to be in front of the man, crouched, lifted his face with her hand, and said, loud enough for the whole tavern to hear, "It would appear I won. Seems this cat is too wild for a puppy like you to tame her." Standing back up, she bowed to the people watching, then noticed Willcock, her face lighting up, before scowling when she saw Jeanette. The scowl disappeared as soon as it appeared.
"Ah, hello there! Would you like a third?" She asked, still naked, as she skipped over to them.
Willcock spoke first. "I wouldn't mind, but I have promised my time to the lady next to me, and I am not sure if she desires a third."
"Aww~, I'm sure it's fine. Don't tell me you are afraid of me when you have that big sword and armor?" The woman asked, running a finger along Jeanette's chest plate. "I'm just a weak little girl, I'm sure a knight like you has nothing to fear from me, right~?"
Jeanette looked at Willcock, panic in her eyes. "The lady has expressed a wish for privacy, at the very least, so should anything happen, it will not be in this room." He said, trying to deflect the woman's attention away from her.
"What? But what's the point if you don't get to feel the gazes of the bystanders? Bah. Fine. If that's what you want, then sure."
Willcock looked at Jeanette in askance. Jeanette looked nervous but nodded.
"Yaayy~" Exclaimed the woman, and hugged Jeanette. "So, are we going?"
"You might want to pick up your clothes first so that no one steals them." Willcock pointed out, amused, then headed to the bar to arrange a room.
As it turns out, bars marked with ribbons had rooms paid for by the event organizer, so that those who want private duels can get them. After getting a key to one such room, the trio walked up the stairs.
"So, first, introductions. I'm Willcock, this is Jeanette, goes by Jean." Will introduced himself and his companion.
"My name is Amanda." The woman introduced herself. "If you don't mind me asking, sir and lady, how old are you? I'll start: 22 years old."
"28." Willcock replied.
"Um, I'm 21 years old." Jeanette said.
The three reached the room. Within was a closet, a bed with a bedside table, a writing table, and a chair.
"Ah, but surely you don't mean to bed us while wearing that armor, miss~?" Amanda teased Jeanette.
"I could agree to everyone stripping to underwear or less." Willcock agreed and started striping.
With a growing blush, Jeanette took off her armor, a flowing dress, a corset, and an undershirt, laying down on the bed in nothing but panties and a bra, revealing her muscles frame, firm buttocks, and a modest chest.
She also used a magic tool to take her long, flowing hair, and quickly braid it.
Amanda stayed naked and Willcock stripped down to his briefs.
"So, um, what now?" Asked Jeanette from her position on the bed.
"Well, before our strong man over there ravishes you," she gave Willcock a salacious wink, "I'd like to taste you while you are still conscious if that's alright with you." Amanda proposed to Jeanette.
"Um, s-sure." Jeanette stammered.
"And you," Amanda addressed a bemused Willcock, giving him another wink. "Watch and learn, old man."
And with that, Amanda climbed onto the bed and sat opposite Jeanette, who sat up as well.
"As your senior, Jean," Amanda said, stroking Jeanette's cheek, "let me show you the ropes."
Amanda trailed her hand down Jeanette's face, then her neck, and then her chest, until she grasped her tit, grabbing a handful through her bra.
Jeanette, not willing to be just a victim, put her hand on Amanda's flat chest, opting to go for the nipple in the absence of anything else to grab.
In reaction, Amanda lunged at Jeanette, pushing her onto the bed. "Now, now~," she stage whispered to Jeanette, increasing the volume for Willcock's benefit, "that was naughty, interrupting our lesson. And naughty girls," she blew into her ear, "get punished~."
Amanda then forcefully kissed Jeanette and snaked her hand into Jeanette's panties to finger her, while her other hand went back to Jeanette's small, firm chest, roughly groping it, sometimes even digging her sharp nails into her flesh.
Jeanette, though she moaned and whimpered, was not a defenseless victim. At first, she just copied what Amanda did, fingering her, playing with her nipples, and pushing back on her kiss.
When that didn't work fast enough, Jeanette shoved Amanda off of her. As the kiss broke, Amanda once again teased Jeanette. "Look at you, you little thug. So violent. We'll have to fix that~."
Jeanette wasn't having it, however, and grabbed Amanda by the hips, pulling her into a tribbing contest. Amanda wasn't expecting that, and as Jeanette ground her pussy into Amanda's, Amanda started moaning in unison with Jeanette.
Not willing to let a small setback shake her, Amanda leaned in to once again kiss and roughly grope Jeanette's firm chest, her other hand trailing along Jeanette's abs. When that didn't slow Jeanette down, Amanda moves her hand downwards from Jeanette's abs and pinched her clit.
That was enough to push Jeanette over the edge, squirting her defeat onto Amanda.
As Jeanette lay there panting, Amanda took one of her ribbons, then gave Jeanette's sensitive pussy a slap. "That's what you get for losing, you dirty little slut." She said nonchalantly in reply to Jeanette's shriek of pain and outrage, as well as her tears.
Willcock, meanwhile, had no option other than watch it all happen and was understandably rather aroused by the show Amanda and Jeanette put on. He was also not very happy about that slap at the end, though.
When Jeanette came, he climbed onto the bed as well. "Since Jeanette is currently indisposed, I guess I'll have to take all this lust out on you, Amanda." He growled. "Consider it punishment for leaving me out, and for being so cruel to the poor girl." He crawled closer to Amanda with menace radiating from him. "That slap was completely unnecessary. If you're so keen to dish them out, let's see if you can take them."
"Oh~, I'm so~ scared~," Amanda replied, desire in her eyes, a cruel smirk on her lips. "Let's see what you've got."
"W-wait!" Jeanette cried out, sitting up again. "I can go again."
"Hmpf, too bad. I beat you, so he's mine. A rich bitch like you doesn't deserve him." Amanda derisively dismissed her complaints, not even turning to face her.
"Hold on, now." Said Willcock, starting to get actually angry. "I get it, you're playing the dominatrix, but I asked HER for a sexfight. You just tagged along. Had she said no downstairs, you wouldn't be here with us, instead entertaining people in the main room like a cheap whore."
"What did you just say?" Amanda hissed at him, eyes narrowing, though the lust hasn't left them, but rather intensified, despite being diluted by anger.
Willcock chuckled. "Ha. Dishes it out but can't take it. I didn't mean that last bit, you can stop crying." He snarked at her.
Amanda recoiled. "You -"
"But I do think your last remark was not quite right. As punishment, both for the slap and for leaving me out, you'll have to watch as I make love to Jeanette. Sounds fair?"
Amanda was about to say something, but before she could say it, Willcock interrupted her. "Sounds fair, Jeanette?"
Surprised, Jeanette said. "Uh, sure!" Then she thought about it for a bit, and added "But we'll have to make it up to her later, alright?"
Willcock couldn't refuse in the face of her eyes filled with concern. "Sure." He agreed and advanced on Jeanette.
When he reached Jeanette, he hugged her tight and gave her a deep kiss, both of which she reciprocated. After a moment, Willcock broke the kiss, moved down to her neck, and got started on giving her a hickey. As he did so, he unwrapped his arms from around her and moved them to gently massage her chest.
Meanwhile, Amanda was watching from the chair, seething. The whole day, she kept meeting arrogant fuckboys and haughty rich girls who melted into a crying puddle after a few minutes of her sexual and verbal attacks, only losing her three ribbons because she was targeted by a group of five green ribbons guys, and while they took three ribbons off of her, she took all twenty-five of theirs.
Then, when she finally came across someone who looks like he might be able to resist for a bit, he was already taken, and by an innocent noble rich kid like Jeanette, too.
While Amanda could see the appeal of conquering and corrupting an innocent maiden like Jeanette, that clearly wasn't what Willcock had in mind for her.
At first, Amanda thought she was in luck when she convinced Jeanette to let her join in and decided to indulge in Jeanette as an appetizer and to rile up the stud (his name was ridiculous, though. Willcock? Really?) so that he would be more fun later, and he showed that he can fight back in a verbal duel, making him even better for her needs, and then he makes her wait for it! All the while watching them take it slowly and listening to them moan! It was almost unbearable.
All this went by unbeknownst to Willcock, who was fully absorbed in giving Jeanette all the pleasure he could. While he was setting up his attacks, Jeanette had not been idle. One of her hands moved down, slipping into his briefs and finding his cock, while the other went to his chest and toyed with his nipples.
He decided it was time to fuck her. One of his hands abandoned her chest and went to slap her hand away from his cock, then pulled his briefs and her panties down. He leaned into her, pushing her down onto the bed with his weight. When she was laying down, he lined up his cock to her cunt, then looked Jeanette straight in the eyes.
"May I?" He asked.
"You may." She answered, biting her lip.
He entered her, causing moans from them both, and then began pumping. Slowly at first, but as she started to squeeze, he sped up, keeping his tempo just a bit faster than hers.
Jeanette wasn't stupid. She noticed what he was doing, and perhaps she was just self-conscious because of what Amanda said, but she hated it.
Willcock gasped as Jeanette wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back. "Don't coddle me!" she demanded, squeezing her arms and legs around him, trying to control his rhythm.
"Well, if you want it rough, you'll get it rough!" He told her, and then started pounding her with all he got.
Jeanette didn't last long. She had the stamina to keep up, but her lack of experience left her weak to his attacks. Soon after her request, she orgasmed, and Willcock withdrew from her, but she didn't fall limp this time.
"Come on, Amanda," she said, still panting. "This is a threesome, right?"
Amanda stalked towards the bed, eyes clouded by lust and anger. She climbed on and positioned herself next to Jeanette, on the opposite side Willcock did. "Since the whole argument was about you, you won't mind being between us, right, Jean?" Amanda asked Jeanette.
Jeanette glanced at Willcock, then looked at Amanda, and nodded. "I'm not going to win this anyway. Might as well enjoy it." She thought for a second, then she added, speaking so fast she was tripping over her own words, "I may have an idea. I'll be in the middle, scissoring with you, Amanda, and Willcock will -" she halts, red as a tomato, covering her face, "- Willcock will fuck my ass."
Amanda stared at Jeanette, her mental estimation of the other girl rising. "Not so innocent after all, are you?" She teased, even as she was positioning herself to perform the requested act.
"Now that's an idea." Willcock chuckled. "No objections here." He also moves into position, lining up his dick with her asshole.
"Ready?" Willcock asked.
"Ready." Answered both Jeanette and Amanda.
Willcock went slow, trying to not tear anything, only to find that Jeanette's ass readily accepted him. "Wait, did you have anal sex before, Jean?"
Jeanette nodded rapidly, her blush now reaching her collarbones, eyes filling with tears of shame. "I just, tried it one day, and liked it, so I tried it again every chance I had." "She sobbed. "Please don't hate me for being unclean!"
While this was happening, Amanda let her pussy clash with Jeanette's. When Jeanette admitted to having anal sex, her estimation of the girl once again rose. So when Jeanette started begging them to not leave her, she had to say something.
"Nothing wrong with that, girl." She said. "You're having a sexfight and a threesome at the same time, what's anal sex have on that?" She groaned, Jeanette's pussy making her feel better than she expected. "Nothing wrong with it, anyway." She ground her pussy against Jeanette's, enjoying Jeanette's moans.
"B - but - but John said it was wrong and unholy!" Jeanette forced out between her moans. "That a slut who did anal was unworthy of a righteous man like him!"
"Who is John?" Willcock asked, confirming his assumption.
"My fian - my EX-fiance." She said bitterly.
"Then he's an asshole who didn't deserve you." Willcock asserted, moaning due to the tightness and squeezing of Jeanette's ass.
"What he said." Amanda agreed. "Hell, with how firm and muscles your ass is, it must feel divine to have you squeeze on their cock. I envy Willcock now." She thought for a moment, then smiled. "And sorry for what I said earlier. I was pent up and wanted Willcock for myself. I thought you would be a boring rich bitch who needs to be broken to be enjoyable. So, I'm sorry, alright?"
"It's - it's alright." Jeanette whimpered through her pants and gasps, tears forming in her eyes, even as she smiled. When she noticed Amanda staring into her eyes, frowning, she quickly added. "You didn't do anything wrong, these are happy tears!"
Rather than answering, Amanda gave her a light kiss, and then another one, and another one. She wiped away Jeanette's tears. At the same time, Willcock hugged her.
Jeanette had already been on the edge, and the feeling of love and belonging was enough to push her off it, making her cum.
Both Willcock and Amanda waited until Jeanette recovered before doing anything.
When Jeanette notices this, she said "Oh, don't wait on me! It's a threesome, play with each other. I'm not so selfish to demand you both please only me. Besides," She caught her breath. "I can go again."
"You have an impressive recovery speed, so u know that?" Amanda asked Jeanette. "But alright. If you're ready again, then - hey!" She glared at Willcock, who let go of Jeanette with one arm and pinched Amanda's nipple.
"She said we should please each other too." Willcock reminded her, grinning.
"Oh, you bastard. You'll pay for that." Amanda said, eyes smoldering with desire. "I'll make you cum so hard you'll - mhhm!?" Amanda was cut off by Jeanette kissing her.
"I can go again." Jeanette declared once she broke the kiss. Then she grinned. "And actually, I haven't forgiven you quite yet, so I'll side with Willcock as punishment."
"Hey! That's not fair! Hmmph!" Whatever else was Amanda going to say was forgotten as she was interrupted by another kiss.
Willcock laughed as he pinched both of Amanda's nipples. "That's what you get for - ungh!" He groaned as a particularly powerful contraction squeezed his cock. "Weren't you supposed to be on my side?" He complained to Jeanette.
"I am!" She answered with mischief in her voice. "That's why I'm kissing her and not you!" As she said so, she grabbed Amanda's hips and took control of their scissoring and upped the tempo, making both Amanda and Willcock scream (as she had the same tempo for both, since bucking against Willcock was also winding up for a slam against Amanda, and grinding into Amanda was winding up to slam down on Willcock).
Once she got her bearings, Amanda retaliated against Willcock, pinching his nipples just like he was pinching hers. She delighted immensely in his moans, just as he delighted in hers, and both of them enjoyed Jeanette's.
The trio endured for another five minutes, pleasure building, but eventually, someone had to give.
Jeanette was going to cum. She had hoped to not be alone in her defeat, but she could not endure any longer. Even with her stamina and recovery time, the three consecutive climaxes have taken their toll.
Besides stamina, she felt accepted, not forced to keep the facade of purity, and that made her heart flutter with excitement.
Another contributing factor was that she had Amanda at her mercy, to kiss and grind to her heart's content. Her feelings for Amanda we're complicated.
Amanda was shameless about her dirtiness, and that made Jeanette both admire and envy her.
She insulted and hurt Jeanette, but she apologized and supported Jeanette's sexual eccentricities.
She had tried to claim Willcock for herself, but Jeanette felt that Amanda would back off, or, even more arousingly, try to claim Jeanette as well.
And finally, she may have proclaimed herself Jeanette's superior only in play, but even so, it was cathartic to see the smug woman moaning and whimpering because of her.
And finally, Willcock. He stood against Amanda for her, he was so kind during their sexfight, and he not only tolerated her love of anal sex but indulged in it for her. That same man was now fucking her ass, and her counterattacks made him gasp and whimper.
She couldn't possibly endure any longer.
Amanda was going to lose another of her ribbons, and she felt great about it. Jeanette was adorable, and Amanda was a fool for not seeing it sooner.
Her moans and cries, the way even her shoulders went crimson when she was very embarrassed and close to orgasm at the same time, the pitifulness of not being able to act on her desires, the contrast between her shyness, and her 'depraved' ideas and her strength.
And then there was Willcock. Name aside, he was almost perfect.
He was strong, he was capable of gentleness and roughness, love and cruelty, and he could take some insults and could dish them out as well.
His dick wasn't the biggest she had ever seen, but with her narrow hips and waist, that was for the better.
He was open to both threesomes and anal, which bode well for his acceptance of some of her more strange ideas, and he didn't mind having one person watch him perform the deed, which also implied he'd be alright with public sex.
He showed hints of natural dominance, and she shuddered to imagine a direct contest of wills, the satisfaction of making him submit to her, the delicious humiliation of being forced to submit to him.
