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It was snowing by the time Gideon hauled the last bundle of firewood to the hutch on the back porch, securing the firewood box with the little pin that looked like a flame. She’d have preferred a padlock, but Harrow was right - there was nobody for miles, and any potential thieves would have a lot more on their mind than split logs of hickory and spruce. Behind her, Camilla finished up the last of the shoveling. A useless task - for the path would soon be ankle deep again - but it was better to keep it from building up too much. After all, they would need to make their way out to the cows first thing in the morning. After opening Santa’s presents, of course.
“Ready?” Camilla asked, leaning the snow shovel against the wooden railing of the porch. She seemed proud of her progress, and Gideon gave her a small kiss of appreciation.
“Ready and raring to go, my Hawk-eyed Scholar,” Gideon smiled. She pulled Camilla’s hat lower over her ears. “Need to warm up?”
“Mm,” Camilla thought. “Nope. Let’s not keep the boss waiting too long.”
“Right-o,” Gideon said, taking off toward the fence line. “I’ve got the axe. Grab the rope, would you?”
“Sure,” Camilla said, hosting the coil of nylon rope over her shoulder. “It’s a good night for this. Peaceful.”
“Yeah,” Gideon sighed pleasantly; the sound of snow crunching beneath their boots and the gentle rustle of dead leaves clinging to branches guided them along the way. She puffed out a breath like a dragon, the vapor rising around her like smoke.
“Did you have time to wrap her gift?“ Camilla asked, and Gideon grinned.
“Right under her nose, and she didn’t suspect a thing. She was reading her novel.”
“The one with the mermaid zombies?”
“No, the one with the bat wasting disease and the detective with the split identity,” Gideon said, lifting the gate latch easily. Camilla ducked under the pole, waiting patiently for Gideon to limbo her way beneath it.
“How big are we thinking this year?” Cam asked, scratching her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe a skinny one? The one last year took up half the living room.”
“Harrow likes them a little thicc,” Gideon grinned, waggling her eyebrows. Camilla rolled her eyes.
“We’ll meet in the middle, then.”
“That’s what she-“
“If you say ‘ that’s what she said ,’ I’ll dislocate your thumbs,” Camilla gave Gideon a pointed look, grabbing the axe from her hand.
“Yes, ma’am,” Gideon said meekly, adding under her breath, “- said .”
“What do you think of this one?” Cam gestured to a tree as wide around as the bistro table in the sun porch and just shy of six feet tall. It tapered quickly from a point, but the base was nice and round with thick, fragrant needles.
“She’ll love it,” Gideon gave a thumbs-up. “Knock ‘er down!”
Camilla hoisted the axe effortlessly, felling the tree in six crisp blows. Gideon thought she probably could have done it in three, but she wisely kept her mouth shut.
“Here, I’ll help you,” she said, kneeling in the snow to tie the proffered length of rope around the upper third of the tree. Together, they fashioned a harness to pull it home; every glorious inch. It would be cozy to watch the snow melt off while they decorated cookies and prepared the garlands.
Gideon was a fan of cheap glittery baubles, but Harrow and Camilla enjoyed a natural set of ornaments: dried sliced fruits, popcorn, cinnamon sticks, nuts, and vibrant sea glass and shells tied with string. Harrow had spent days drying out sliced apples and oranges in the oven; it made the house smell incredible. She was looking forward to the popcorn and gingerbread, the mulled wine and rich hot cocoa, the roaring fire and pine needles.
It wasn’t quite the same as the summer, when the cottage was filled with fragrant flowers inside and out, but it was cozy and lovely and smelled like home. She loved the warmth of winter, the glow that surrounded her even as the snow fell steadily on her shoulders.
“Something on your mind?” Camilla asked, ducking under the gate that Gideon raised. “You seem distracted.”
“Just thinking about warming up by the fire,” Gideon said. “Thinking about helping you undress.”
“Pervert,” Camilla snorted, but Gideon watched the color dust her cheeks and the subtle way she flicked her eyes to the left, as though she were lying.
“Welcome home, you two,” Harrow said, greeting them both at the door. Gideon held up the rope proudly, while Camilla rolled her eyes.
“Look, honey! I bagged us a good one this year,” Gideon said, pulling the tip of the Christmas tree up, displayed like a rack of antlers. “Cam helped.”
“Mhm,” Camilla scoffed playfully. “Next time, I’ll let you do all the hard work and I’ll stand by and look pretty.”
“Aww, you think I’m pretty?” Gideon flirted, and Harrow clicked her tongue at them both.
“Well, get inside before you let all the cold air in. I’ve got hot cocoa waiting.”
“Awesome,” Gideon said, cracking her knuckles as she hefted the front end of the tree onto her shoulders. “I’m dying for a warm drink.”
“Where would you like it, lovely?” Camilla asked, and Harrow pointed to the corner she’d cleared out near the front bay window. They took a few moments to negotiate the furniture, and another few moments to screw the base of the tree into place along the basin container. The scent of warm pine filled the room. Harrow sneezed cutely, and Cam had to hide her mouth behind her palm to keep from laughing.
“The mugs are in the kitchen,” Harrow said, wiping her hands on her apron, a patchwork piece she sewed herself. “Hopefully they haven’t cooled off.”
“Thank you, my sweet,” Gideon said, kissing Harrow’s left cheek.
“You spoil us,” Camilla said, kissing Harrow’s right cheek.
Harrow sighed pleasantly, following the two into the kitchen where Gideon unraveled her scarf to hang by the wood stove and Camilla kicked off her snow boots. Without being asked, she grabbed the sponge mop and wiped up the melting snow from the floor. Harrow sent her a grateful look.
”The kitchen smells incredible,” Gideon sniffed the air, practically drooling. “Hot cocoa… cinnamon? And, er…”
“Gingerbread in the oven, and mulled wine on the hearth,” Harrow explained, pressing the hot cocoa mug into Gideon’s cold hands. “Drink up. You must be freezing.”
“You’re good at warming us up,” Camilla said, too casually. She drained her mug, popping the mushy marshmallow topping into her mouth with a squelch. Without subtlety, Camilla slipped her freezing hand beneath Harrowhark’s blouse from behind. Harrow stiffened, squirming at the chill.
“Happy to help,” she pouted, her eyes flashing with mischief.
“Mhm,” Camilla purred, placing her empty mug on the counter. She slipped a second hand beneath Harrow’s shirt, bringing her cold hands up to palm Harrow’s breasts.
Taking the hint, Gideon finished her cocoa with a grin. She set her mug in the porcelain basin-style sink. Reaching around Harrow’s neck, she untied the apron strings easily and sent the garment to the floor.
“Our lucky day,” Gideon crooned, peeling Harrow’s shirt over her head. “What better way to warm up?”
Harrow moaned as Camilla worked her sensitive nipples. Gideon’s lips fell upon her neck, sucking and nipping until Harrowhark’s skin goosepimpled beneath her ministrations.
“You two are… a-ah , so cruel-“ Harrow gasped. “I could warm you up… i-in other ways…”
“Is that so?” Camilla said, nipping at the opposite shoulder. Harrow let out a squeak.
“Please-“ Harrow moaned, but she was cut off by Gideon’s lips on hers. Gideon kissed her hard, making her dizzy, and Camilla’s tongue traced a bead of sweat down Harrow’s sensitive neck.
“What d’you think, my dear?” Gideon asked Cam, not breaking eye contact with Harrow. “Shall we let her warm us up?”
“She’s already getting warm,” Camilla said, working her fingers into the waistband of Harrow’s skirt. “And I would imagine she’s getting wet, too.”
“How much time before the cookies are ready, Harrowhark?” Gideon growled, twisting a brown nipple between her knuckles.
“ Hnngh, ” Harrow whined, forcing her eyes to open and take in the cheerful little timer on the stove. “Eleven minutes.”
“Plenty of time.”
Camilla yanked her skirt and panties down before Harrow could protest, rubbing her palm against Harrow’s smooth skin. Gideon gripped her waist, snatching her wrist in one large hand. She bit down hard just above Harrow’s breast, sucking a nipple into her mouth. Camilla’s nimble fingers pulsed between Harrow’s legs, drawing long, loud gasps of pleasure from the girl.
“Beg for me, sweet cheeks,” Gideon smirked, “Or I’ll let Cam finger fuck you all by herself.”
“Please, Gideon. Please, Camilla. Both of you, please,” Harrow moaned, her legs nearly collapsing beneath her.
“Music to my ears,” Gideon sighed. She hoisted Harrow into her arms, nearly pulling Camilla down in the process as Harrowhark’s pussy clamped down on her fingers. She pinned Harrow against the countertop, holding her still as her hands continued to roam.
“Careful, Red,” Camilla grunted, kneeling behind Harrowhark. The new angle afforded her the perfect leverage to fuck into her deeply, drawing a near-constant stream of cries from the younger girl’s mouth.
Gideon’s fingers circled against Harrow’s clit, sending jolts of electricity through the girl.
“Gideon!” She cried out. “Camilla! Please!”
“You want to cum, sweet thing?” Gideon said, biting Harrow’s lower lip.
“Cum for us, my girl,” Camilla said, using her free hand to pinch the sensitive skin of Harrow’s inner thigh while fingering her roughly. Gideon took the hint, pinching and tugging Harrow’s tits while rubbing her clit in time with Camilla’s thrusts.
As Harrow’s head tipped back in climax, the timer on the counter rang its cheery tune. Gideon laughed loudly, and she kissed Harrowhark down from her orgasm as Camilla withdrew her fingers.
“Are ya good there, Champ?” Gideon asked. Camilla quickly washed her hands in the sink and donned a pair of oven mitts, taking the gingerbread cookies out of the oven.
“They need… to cool…” Harrow panted, her head slumping against Gideon’s shoulder.
“That gives us time for round two, hm?” Gideon cast a lazy grin at Camilla, who was already unbuttoning her jeans.
“Think you’re up for it, Harrowhark?” Cam asked gently.
“Of course,” Harrow smiled easily, reaching out for Camilla’s strong arms. Cam nodded and shoved her pants and underwear down. She stepped out, taking Harrow from Gideon’s arms. Harrow wrapped her legs around Cam’s hips, gripping her tightly as Camilla carried her to the plush velvet armchair in the living room.
“Down,” Cam said gently, and Harrow reluctantly let go. She took a pillow from the chair and dropped it on the floor at Camilla’s feet, eagerly pushing the woman down into the emerald green chair.
“Good girl,” Camilla said, guiding Harrow’s head between her legs. Harrow hummed pleasantly, pressing her cheek to Camilla’s inner thigh. She kissed the tender skin, slowly making her way closer to her target.
As Harrow’s tongue descended, Gideon took her place on the opposite arm chair. She had cleaned her hands, set the cookies on the cooling rack, and stripped her own jeans and briefs off before joining them by the fireplace.
The smell of pussy and holiday wine filled Harrowhark’s nose as her tongue danced through Camilla’s folds. She sensed Gideon behind her, scooting her arm chair closer, and Harrow turned to her blindly, too engrossed in the moment to focus on trivial things like sight and sound. She felt Gideon’s muscled thigh beneath her palm, and she dove between her legs without missing a beat. The pillow slipped beneath her knees as she lapped a hot stripe across Gideon’s cunt.
Gideon groaned in pleasure, gripping Harrowhark’s hair loosely in her hands. Harrow mewled, humming against Gideon’s clit until her grip tightened. Without thinking, she slid her fingers inside Gideon’s pussy and turned back to Camilla.
“Oh fuck,” Gideon said, grinding her cunt against Harrowhark’s palm, coaxing her fingers deeper. “Good girl, give Camilla that sweet little tongue.”
“Good girl, Harrowhark,” Camilla sighed, pressing her hand to Harrow’s head. “Right there, lovely. Oh, that’s amazing. Use your fingers, too, baby.”
Harrow’s chest swelled with pride as she fingered both her girlfriends at once. Her mouth worked Camilla right to the edge, then she swapped to tend to Gideon’s pussy.
“Little tease,” Camilla huffed good-naturedly, and she tweaked one of Harrow’s tender nipples. Harrow whined, squirming on her pillow between Gideon’s thighs. Gideon’s head tipped back, her mouth open as Harrow’s teeth gently tease her clit.
“Fucking tease, for sure,” Gideon breathed, and Harrow smirked against her wet cunt as Gideon climaxed, her fingers digging into the arm rests of the velvet chair as Harrow’s sharp little tongue licked up her reward.
“Better tend to Cam… before she gets the belt,” Gideon laughed, watching as Harrow turned back to the older woman.
“Oh, that certainly encouraged her,” Camilla teased, biting back a moan behind a sharp laugh. “Sweet girl. Maybe… if you do a good job… ohh…”
“Maybe if you’re a very good girl, Cam will give you a good girl spanking before bed,” Gideon said lazily, playing with Harrow’s hair. “Maybe we both will. Keep you nice and warm all night long.”
Harrow’s long, needy moan ricocheted through Camilla’s body as the girl’s soft lips sucked at her clit. Harrow’s fingers worked her open until she was four fingers deep with a thumb nearly ready to squeeze in.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Gideon said, and she found herself rubbing her own swollen clit again as Harrow’s thin beaked hand slipped inside Camilla to the wrist. “God damn, babes. How’d I get this lucky?”
Camilla couldn’t answer with her usual witty banter. Instead, as Harrowhark’s fist pulsed inside her, evidence of her enjoyment dripping down Harrow’s wrist, Cam fell back in a noiseless scream, her body pulsing and jerking against Harrow’s flushed face. Harrow’s tongue flicked against her clit eagerly, letting Camilla ride out the orgasm until her jaw slackened and she gently pushed Harrow away.
Harrow sat back proudly on her pillow, and she licked Camilla’s slick from her fist as Gideon rubbed herself into a second blissful orgasm.
“Nice,” Cam smiled, her eyes half-lidded and soft.
“I think someone has earned a reward,” Gideon exhaled, licking her lips. “C’mere, cutie.”
Harrow climbed up onto Gideon’s lap, resting her chin on the girl’s broad, muscled shoulder. Camilla’s fingers stroked her scalp until Harrow was nearly purring, and Gideon began to fuck her sweetly with two strong fingers. She felt Camilla shift, and her lips were on her neck, nibbling gently against her skin until Harrow’s body trembled with pleasant tingles. Cam kissed the shell of her ear, and Harrow keened.
“Will you cum for us, my girl?” Cam murmured, her voice hot and thick. Her hand dropped to Harrow’s clit, and she joined Gideon in making Harrow feel so, so good.
Her body was electric, a symphony, and Gideon set the rhythm. Harrow pressed her sweaty forehead against Gideon’s shoulder, whimpering and whining as her body succumbed to the divine sensations. Camilla’s thin fingers slipped in beside Gideon’s, and Harrow felt so full, so loved. She couldn’t stand it any more.
“Good girl,” Gideon growled tenderly, and Harrow saw stars as her body shook with the strength of her climax.
“Good girl,” Camilla sighed, kissing Harrow’s neck. “There’s our good girl.”
“You rest,” Gideon said, lifting Harrow to place on Camilla’s lap for a cuddle. “I’ll lay out the supplies. Cookies need to be decorated, you know.”
“I’ll keep her warm,” Cam said, resting her chin on the crown of Harrow’s head. “She certainly warmed me up.”
“Thanks, love,” Gideon smiled, and she pressed her lips to Camilla’s cheek before wandering back to the kitchen.
“Did you miss us?” Cam teased, cradling Harrow in her arms.
“Mhm,” Harrow nodded, pressing her cheek against Camilla’s breast. “I kept myself busy.”
“You sure did. I’m impressed. You’ve put a lot of effort into the holidays this year, Harrowhark.”
Harrow shrugged, biting her lip sheepishly.
“Gideon likes the holidays. We never celebrated before,” she said, glancing toward the kitchen. “I want her to feel carefree. She works so hard for us. It’s the least I can do.”
“You’re a regular trophy wife,” Camilla smiled, tilting Harrow’s chin up. “I’m really proud of you, lovely. What do you want for the holidays this year?”
“You,” Harrow said sincerely. “And Gideon. I want the three of us to enjoy this time together.”
“What a coincidence,” Camilla whispered, kissing Harrow softly. “That’s my holiday wish, too.”
“I have a surprise for the two of you,” Gideon said, appearing in the doorway. “Come here.”
“Better hurry,” Camilla chuckled, sending Harrow off with a playful pat on the bottom. “Gideon with a surprise could be dangerous.”
“Rude,” Gideon stuck her tongue out, but her eyes were dazzling with glee.
Camilla and Harrow stepped into the kitchen to find two plush red robes with matching black and red pajamas laying across two bar stools. Harrow looked stunned, but Camilla burst into snorting laughter.
“You really did it!” She gasped, wiping mirthful tears from her eyes. “I didn’t think you would really do it.”
“Matching family pajamas,” Gideon grinned, holding up the smallest pair with a flourish. “And Harrow, since you’re so petite, you get the cutest ones.”
Harrow blushed head to toe as her coal-black eyes focused on the dropseat one-piece pajamas hanging from Gideon’s hands.
“Put ‘em on, cupcake,” Gideon encouraged. She turned to Camilla with a wink. “You, too, songbird. Yours aren’t quite as cute, but I know they’ll look cute on you.”
“Only if you put yours on,” Camilla rolled her eyes, picking up her pajama pants. She slipped them on, not bothering with underwear. With any luck, the adorable pajamas would end up on the floor before the end of the night.
“I’m going, I’m going,” Gideon grinned. “Go ahead and start decorating the gingerbread cookies. I only did three colors for now since I wasn’t sure how much frosting Harrow whipped up.”
“Enough,” Harrow said defensively. “As long as you don’t paint them head-to-toe again like last year.”
“Hey, the icing is the best part!” Gideon argued. “There’s extra sprinkles. And those little cinnamon candies. They aren’t real gingerbread cookies without a couple of those bad boys.”
Camilla pulled her new pajama top on and donned her robe, while Harrow carefully hopped into her pajamas. Camilla helped her button the clasps at the front and gave the adorable dropseat a pat.
“Easy access for my good girl, hm?” she purred, and Harrow squeezed her thighs together at the implication.
“Aren’t you just the most adorable goblin this side of the River?” Gideon said fondly, looking Harrow up and down. “I’m half-tempted to skip the cookies and go straight for the sex.”
“We’ve already had sex,” Harrow said practically. “Help me with the cookies, and let’s decorate the tree. We can have sex after if you’d like.”
“Or during,” helpfully added Camilla.
“I like how you think,” Gideon winked. “Cookies. Right. Pass me the white, would you?”
Harrow went to work making her favorite gingerbread skeleton design; white rib cage, bright red cinnamon drop for the heart, two sugar pearls for the eyes. Camilla decorated hers like a ninja with a headband made from frosting, a sash around its waist with glittering sugar sprinkles. Gideon drew an enormous dick on hers, complete with tiny rainbow-colored pubes and two bulbous testicles. She placed a cinnamon candy right on the tip and covered the whole thing with white icing. She was about to add a butthole when Camilla noticed her decorations and whacked her on the back of the head.
“Hey!” Gideon whined. “It’s art, Cam! You don’t appreciate the sophistication of this piece!”
“I’ll give you sophistication,” Camilla grumbled, shaking her head. “That one is not going on the tree. I think you’re better suited to stringing oranges, Gideon Nav.”
“Aww, come on, Cam!” Gideon pouted, but Camilla sent her off with a not-too-gentle swat to her backside.
“Go, or Harrow won’t be the only one with a rosy bum tonight,” she threatened, eliciting a squeak from Harrow and a snort from Gideon.
“Promise?” She waggled her eyebrows, immediately backtracking as Camilla reached for a familiar object. “Okay, okay, point made! I’m going!”
Camilla laughed as she put down the wooden spoon in a place where Gideon could see it. She winked at Harrow, passing her another cookie to decorate.
“I think I’ll do something festive for the tree,” she said, trying a traditional design. Little ribbons of icing swirled around the cookie’s arms and legs, and three dots of cinnamon candies designated the buttons of its coat. She drew in the face, smearing the left eye just a little by accident. It looked a bit like a gingerbread friend with a head cold, but it was still quite pretty.
Harrow made another skeletal cookie, but this one had a lovely red scarf. Camilla nodded in approval as Harrow passed it over for the tree. She watched as Camilla carefully pushed a skewer through the top of each gingerbread cookie, looping a string of cut twine through so that they could tie them to the branches of the tree.
“Having fun without me?” Gideon called, still sulking in her thermal pajamas.
“We aren’t without you, Beloved,” Harrow said, and she crossed the room to kiss Gideon’s cheek. “The garland looks wonderful.”
“Thanks,” Gideon blushed, unable to hide her pride under Harrow’s gentle eyes. “I thought it might be nice to make a pattern with the dried fruits and nuts. The oranges turned out really great.”
“I’m glad,” Harrow beamed, and Gideon’s heart melted at the sight. It took so long for Harrow to smile so easily, and it still took her breath away every time her face lit up like a wishing star.
“You’re beautiful,” Gideon blurted out, and she kissed Harrow impulsively, pulling her close. The smell of cinnamon, clove, and anise seed filled her nose, and she wanted nothing more than to bend Harrow over the counter and fuck her until morning’s light. But instead, she pulled back with a glowing smile, warm and genuine, and sent Harrow back to the cookies.
Sixteen gingerbread cookies later (and six or seven eaten between), the tree’s decorations were ready. Gideon began by wrapping the garland around the tree from top to bottom, tucking the tail in a loop near the back to keep the garland steady. While she and Camilla sorted out the placement of the pine cones, seashells, and nuts, Harrow poured three steaming mugs of mulled wine from the cast iron pot on the hearth. Slices of orange and cinnamon sticks floated among anise stars, and the whole thing smelled like warmth.
“Drink up,” Harrow said, pressing a mug into Gideon’s hands. “There’s plenty more.”
“Thank you,” Camilla sighed, inhaling the scent of holiday spices. “It’s delicious, Harrow. You’ve really outdone yourself.”
“It’s not too sweet,” Harrow admitted. “I should have added more sugar for you.”
“It’s perfect,” Gideon said, feeling the heat radiate out from her stomach to the rest of her body. The wine was rich and warm, more flavorful than she expected, and she wanted another mug before she even finished the first.
The three took their time, drinking mulled wine and hanging decorations on the tree until their cheeks were flushed with more than just holiday cheer. When the last ornament made its way onto the tree, and Gideon finished chomping down her ridiculous dick cookie, Harrow stood back to take in the sight of the tree sparkling in the firelight.
“It’s perfect,” she said, and she spun around to kiss Camilla and Gideon fiercely. “Thank you for finding it. I love it.”
“Anything for you, my midnight queen,” Gideon grinned, nudging Camilla. “Right, Cam?”
“Always at your side, sweet girl,” Camilla added. “Now, I think there was one more thing to warm up before we hit the sack for the night…”
Taking the hint, Gideon whisked Harrow into her arms before the girl could protest. She carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom, where she plopped her down on the bed. Harrow’s eager wide eyes danced as Camilla appeared at her side. Gideon and Camilla crossed their arms, looking down at their precious girlfriend with matching mischievous grins.
“You or me, Red?” Camilla asked.
“Up to her,” Gideon said. “After all, it’s Harrow’s good girl spanking. She can choose what she wants.”
Harrow squirmed in delight, her pussy twitching to life at Gideon’s words. She wiggled in anticipation as she shyly pointed to Camilla.
“Me first,” Camilla smiled, sitting down on the side of the bed. “Let’s try out that dropseat, hm?”
Harrow took her place in front of Camilla, her skin flushed with a mixture of holiday wine and desire. Camilla’s teasing fingers stroked her between the legs, tracing the pattern of black and red checkered print up Harrow’s stomach, across her breasts, down her back, pausing on the buttons of her dropseat pajamas. In seconds, Harrow felt a cool breeze against her naked backside. Camilla’s palm cupped her cheeks, delving between her legs to tease her cunt.
“My, my,” Cam said casually. “Already soaking wet again. Let’s see how wet you get after a trip across my lap, sweet girl.”
Harrow let out a soft cry as she fell forward across Cam’s knees, her arm pinned to the small of her back while the other gripped the blanket. She felt Gideon’s weight on the bed beside them, and she closed her eyes as Gideon’s fingers threaded through her hair, her voice clear and gentle at her ear.
“Good girl, Harrow,” she said softly. “You’re so beautiful when you submit like this. We’re going to make you feel so good, baby.”
Camilla’s palm landed crisply against Harrow’s backside, and she let out a pleased sigh at the light sting. Gideon’s words lulled her right to her favorite place in the world, and she welcomed the heat that quickly spread across her ass and thighs. Camilla was firm, but gentle, and Harrow felt her body rock with each burning swat. Her soul was on fire, full of love and light, and she wanted nothing more than to lie there forever with Gideon’s words and Camilla’s touch until the universe ended.
But all too soon, Camilla’s palm stilled against her warm skin, rubbing the heat radiating from her. Camilla helped her stand and pulled her in for a kiss and a cuddle, murmuring affections that soaked into Harrow’s soul.
She didn’t remember crawling over to Gideon’s lap, nor putting herself across her knees, but Harrow felt her body glow beneath Gideon’s hand as the girl’s calloused palm worked hard against her skin. She felt like fire, like the hearth, like the heartbeat of her body was the heartbeat of her home.
She lost herself among the sensations and found nothing but peace. And when Gideon pulled her up for a hug, she could feel her body pulsing with every beat of her heart. She reached back to rub her bottom and found it hot to the touch, but she didn’t feel pain. It was better than pain; deeper, more real. It was love, and it was family, and it was two people who finally understood her at long, long last.
Harrow let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxed and warm as Gideon laid her back against the feather pillows and tugged her cute pajamas down her tingling arms and legs. She blinked, time working funny in the haze of her submission, and then Gideon was naked before her, kneeling between her legs, with Camilla’s soft nude body standing beside her. Harrow reached out, and Cam kissed her softly while Gideon lapped at her cunt. She felt incredible; amazing, so full of want and need that she could explode.
Camilla joined Gideon on the bed, shifting them both to straddle each of Harrowhark’s legs, and then there were two hot tongues against her sex, two love-striken faces kissing her thighs, and Harrow wanted to shut her eyes in pure ecstasy but was afraid to miss a single moment.
They’d never done this at the same time, but their energy was overpowering. Gideon pressed her tongue deep inside Harrow’s cunt while Camilla swirled her tongue teasingly around Harrow’s clit. Harrow bit her fist to keep from crying out as Gideon nipped her thighs and Camilla licked a hot stripe across her vulva. She bucked her hips when they both kissed and sucked and nipped at her labia, two tongues wriggling between her folds until Harrow felt like she could hold on no longer.
“Gideon… Gideon… Camilla… Camil- ohhh !” she cried, arching and writhing as she came hard, her whole body warm and buzzing and wonderful.
She felt them shift, and there were arms wrapped around her, cozy and safe. Her head tipped forward as her girlfriends kissed her cheeks, stroked her hair, and whispered sweet things into her ears.
Harrow felt herself fading fast, sleep coming to claim her as Gideon’s fingers slipped between Camilla’s legs, the soft moans and grunts from her beautiful lips a lullabye against Harrow’s ear. And by the time Gideon rubbed herself to a wonderful climax, boneless and soft, Harrow was sound asleep.