The Accidental Necromancer
Threesome (Explicit)

I wondered whether we had time for the kind of fun Xyla seemed to have in mind, given the threat from the trolls, but her hands felt too good to object. It was her forest, anyway.

She pressed her chest against my back while she rubbed my hardening ridge, lifting the skirt so that Gren could see the effects. She was pulling up my top, too.

Gren’s eyes were wide. “Maybe you weren’t making things up, gracious green lady.”

“I never make things up,” Xyla said.

My cock started poking up over the edge of my panties. Meanwhile, Xyla was now making sure Gren got a good view of my lacy bra.

“Those are beautiful fabrics,” Gren said. “But why do you wear so much of them? I want to see what’s beneath.”

“Sometimes you just have to wait.” Xyla said. She ran a finger along my shaft, from my still-covered balls all the way up to the naked tip, which felt very sensitive. “Sometimes it’s all about teasing. Are you getting wet, Gren?”

Gren growled.

My cock kept growing. Xyla’s fingers, playing with my nipples through the rough lace and stroking my swelling penis, were very distracting.

She pulled the panties down, and my cock sprang free. Gren gasped, and I had to admit that was satisfying. Then she tugged at the leather straps that held her top on. In a moment, the two perfect orbs of her big blue breasts were on display, the dark purple nipples standing out proud. I signaled for her to come to us, and she did, swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion as she approached.

“Isn’t it good?” Xyla said. “And there’s more.”

“More? It gets bigger?”

Xyla shook her head. “Isn’t that big enough?”

Gren nodded. She reached out and gripped my cock, her eyes fixed downward. I retroactively and silently consented. “May I touch you?” I asked. Normally I would have been specific, but troll consent practices didn’t appear to be those of twenty-first century Earth, and sometimes too much talking was, well, too much.

“Yes,” she said. “God, it’s huge.”

I reached out to touch her beautiful blue tits, but Xyla decided that with my cock well in hand, specifically Gren’s, she was going to take my top off, and that stopped my arms from extending for a moment. Xyla was too short to pull it all the way off, so I helped.

“I want to tear your clothes off,” Gren said.

“Please don’t.” It sounded hot, in a way, but I’d been passive long enough, and the less time I spent shopping for new clothes, the better. I had better things, and people, to do. I cupped her jutting breasts in my hands, feeling the nipples hard against my palms, squeezing just enough to feel the way her soft smooth flesh gave under the pressure. Xyla groped my breasts through the bra.

Gren moved closer, sandwiching my hands and Xyla’s between my breasts and hers, and I kissed her. She didn’t do things by halves. The kissing became a tongue wrestling battle for dominance. She had a height advantage, but I slid my hands out from their comfortable prison so that I could hold her head close to mine. A low growl came from her throat as I took control.

“You’re strong,” she said.

I nodded, pushing on her shoulders so she had to bend her knees and get lower than me, so that I could take further control of the kiss. She tried to resist, and then gave in entirely, kneeling with her face an inch from my hard cock. She pulled my panties down to my ankles and then reached up to cup my balls.

Her fingers found something she didn’t expect, judging from the way her jaw dropped. She explored further, and then pushed a finger inside my pussy. “Xyla! She has —”

“I know,” Xyla said, and I could hear the smirk in her voice even though I couldn’t see her face. “She has a beautiful pussy, and gorgeous breasts.” She tugged at the bra, but it resisted. “Except for a cock, she’s perfect!”

“You didn’t seem to mind my cock so much the other night,” I retorted.

“I’d have said you were all perfect, but I didn’t want it to go to your head.” She kissed the back of my skull. “Not this head, anyway.” She tugged at the bra again. How do you get this thing off? It’s like it’s locked on.”

“There’s a hook and eye in the back,” I said.

“Huh?”

For someone who lived their whole life as a guy, I thought I was good at taking off bras. But Gren’s fingers exploring the inside of my pussy was very distracting, as every nerve she touched was a brand new sensation. Also, it was harder to reach behind my own back than it was to reach behind a partner’s, and Xyla’s boobs were right there when I tried.

Gren started licking my cock while fingering me, which was even more confusing. It felt like it took me a minute to unsnap the bra, while Xyla decided the solution was to pull the cups down and free my breasts from their confines that way. I remember Jill, back in Boston, telling me that was bad for the bra. I told her she looked hot that way, with the bra framing her tits. She told me how much her bras cost. I didn’t win the argument, but I still thought I had a point. Still, having managed to unsnap the bra, I wasn’t going to do it back up again.

Xyla slipped it off my shoulders.

Gren decided the skirt was in the way, but instead of yanking it down, she pulled it up, so it sat higher, and my cock jutted out under it obscenely. Xyla moved around to the front and knelt down next to Gren. They licked my cock together, one on each side, their tongues meeting in the middle often. I was so hard, but more than that, I was soaking wet. I didn’t know what felt better, their tongues or Gren’s fingers inside me. All I knew was that I was a very lucky futa girl, and that having two centers of pleasure was better, and more confusing, than one. I played with my tits, watching them, since I couldn’t reach more than the tops of their heads, and touching my sensitive, rock hard nipples sent shivers down to both sets of genitals.

I wasn’t going to last long at this rate, and I didn’t really want to. I wanted to cum all over both girls. But I wasn’t that selfish a lover, so I took a step back. “Let’s go lie down over there.”

“I want you inside me,” Gren said.

“I want him inside me,” Xyla retorted.

The two glared at each other. Uh-oh.

“Plenty to go around,” I said, optimistically. I moved to the spot where Gren had been sitting earlier. I suspected that Xyla had done a little work there, getting the brush to move elsewhere, and there was soft grass and room for three without bumping into trees. I laid down, and the dryad and the troll stretched out next to me, one on each side.

This was why God gave humans two hands. I turned over and slid my fingers into Xyla first, pushing the covering leaf aside, and then did the same to Gren. There was no coyness in the way they opened their legs for me, and Gren undid her skirt to make it easier.

Two beautiful naked girls, one blue, one green. Three, counting me.

My thumbs found their clits. I wasn’t nearly coordinated enough, with my brain fuzzy with lust, to do different things to each girl, but they seemed to like that enough, judging from Gren’s moans and Xyla’s panting breath.

“I want your cock in me,” Gren said, reaching for it.

“It’s on a hair trigger right now,” I said. “And once I’m in, I want to last.”

“Don’t you want to breed me?” she asked.

I remembered what she’d said about not usually knowing who the father was. Maybe troll breeding didn’t require all the sort of discussions one ought to have before considering children. My cock certainly wanted to think so. But then, if the child came out more like me than her mother, it would be pretty obvious.

“Xyla’s forest needs all the help it can get right now,” I said, “and you have battles to fight.”

Gren moaned again as my fingers found her G-spot. “But you’re still going to fuck me, right?”

“Fuck her, but seed me,” Xyla said.

After a little more fingering, I was willing to test my pull out game. My cock was aching a little less, at least, although I didn’t think I was any less turned on. Still, I could last for a bit.

I moved on top of Gren. She grabbed her ankles and pulled them back, the purple lips of her pussy glistening an invitation. I could see the rosebud of her ass in that position, too.

Some other time, perhaps.

I slid my cock into her wet, welcoming pussy, which clamped down on me the moment I was inside as if trying to make sure I couldn’t go anywhere.

She wasn’t going to make it easy. Neither, apparently, was Xyla. She scooted closer, which made it easier for my fingers, and then slid three of her own dainty digits into my pussy.

“Fuck me hard, Abby!” Gren said.

I wanted to do nothing more. I pulled back, drawing half my length out of her, and fucking Xyla’s fingers in the process.

“You want to breed me, don’t you?” Gren asked. “Oh god that feels good. So much better than troll cock. So big, and it hits all the right places. That’s it, Abby baby. Fuck me good.”

I reached down to finger her clit, trying to focus on her pleasure and not how good her tight wet pussy felt around my massive cock, or how Xyla’s fingers were filling me and finding all new nerves. It was almost like Xyla wanted me to break my promise — or maybe she just had faith in my ability to cum again.

Maybe she wanted me to knock up her friend. That was hot in a way, but I was more than just instinct. I’d never really wanted kids. I wanted to be a vagabond, moving from house to house, with no attachments and no dependents. And yet here I was, holding myself on the edge unprotected inside a woman I’d met earlier that day.

Suddenly, she screamed. Her pussy contracted, and it was like being caught in a warm, wet vise. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and it felt like her nails might be drawing blood. Even with my strength I couldn’t pull back from that, I just needed to hang on, and think of something besides spurting inside her. Thinking about spurting inside Xyla didn’t help. No. England? Um, no, but maybe the coastline of England, that was dull, and separate bedrooms and stuffy properness.

Somehow, I made it.

I pulled out, my cock wet with her juices, and I couldn’t be at all sure she hadn’t gotten some pre-cum inside her. But I probably pulled out in time.

I grabbed Xyla, and she gave a little shriek. In a moment I was thrusting inside her. “Want it?” I asked.

“Yes! Fill me with your seed!”

Gren slipped her finger into my pussy, and that was all I could take. I didn’t hold back. I came hard, and I came a lot. And that seemed to set her off, because she thrashed wildly as she gushed around my cock. My cock kept pulsing, pumping my seed into her. Our orgasms seemed to last forever, although I was sure it was only a minute.

Maybe two. Something about the way Gren’s fingers were working inside me made it last, and just when I thought I was done it was almost as if a second orgasm hit me, deeper in some ways even if my balls were practically dry.

“I needed that,” Xyla said, in between efforts to catch her breath. “And the forest needed that.”

“Pull out,” Gren said, in a bossy tone. “I want to taste.”

I thought I could go along with that. I slipped out of Xyla and Gren popped my cock in her mouth immediately.

“I can taste Xyla,” Gren said, with the thoughtful expression of a sommelier in between licks. “And me. And oh, you, Abby. Yummy, yummy, yummy.”

I wanted to hear a sommelier say that. Too unsophisticated, or perhaps there wasn’t any wine that tasted as good to them as Gren’s treat tasted to her. Still, if I ever did hear one say, “yummy,” I’d totally buy the bottle, and one to take home.

“You’re still hard,” Gren said. “Breed me?”

“Maybe that would be better after we win your village back,” I said.

“Oh, yeah, right.” Gren sighed. “I had forgotten, for a moment. Your cock — it is like being drunk, Abby.”

So tempting. Not to breed her, but to go another round somehow, with fingers and tongues. It didn’t really seem like we had made much progress at becoming better at defending the forest, but I had an idea for the next step in getting stronger. It might not work, and unfortunately it involved going back to Earth, but it just might be worth a try.

Special Attraction increased the reaction of two people. For first use of this passive skill, you earned 1 experience point, and need 996 to become a second level Seductress / Necromancer.

You have seduced a troll “princess.” You have gained 100 experience points, and need 896 to become a second level Seductress / Necromancer.

You have seeded a dryad who you seduced previously. You have gained 25 experience points, and need 871 to become a second level Seductress / Necromancer.

Maybe Seductress was going to be a useful skill after all. And Special Attraction worked on women, at least. Did that mean the system thought of me as male? And yet it referred to me as a “seductress.”

Well, it wasn’t as if I wanted to seduce men, anyway.

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