Page 46 of Battle Fluke

“Honour.” Kyree’s voice was solid, and it confirmed to Honour that Kyree had already made a decision, that it wouldn’t be the one she’d hoped for. That this would be the end. Because Kyree would have to give up her hope of returning home if she did this. The elders would find out somehow, Honour had no clue how, but they seemed to know everything that happened in their tribe, and they would exile Kyree for the rest of her life.

“Honour, hear me,” Kyree’s voice was gentle, soft.

Hudson had a hand on Honour’s cheek, turning Honour to face Kyree fully. What had she missed in her panic?

Kyree’s eyes were wide, direct, and there was no hesitation or fear in them. Kyree moved in, pressing their mouths together in a sweet embrace. Honour sucked in a sharp breath, parting her lips just as Kyree slid her tongue along Honour’s lower lip and traced the skin there.

“Honour…” Kyree murmured, sliding in to press against both Honour and Hudson.

Honour had no idea what to say. She stayed put as Kyree took over and took control.

It was a good thing, right? Because Honour was struggling to do anything right now. Kyree pushed Honour against the rock wall and covered her body. This was so different from when Hudson had done it a little while ago. Kyree’s body was soft and comforting where everything Hudson did was meant to incite.

“Show her how deep sounding mers do it.” Hudson’s voice echoed into Honour’s ear. “I’ve never managed to teach someone from the upper soundings the proper way.”

“What way?” Kyree asked, her breath coming in short rasps as she backed away from Honour’s mouth. She bent her head, covering Honour’s nipple with her lips, flicking her tongue hard against Honour’s pebbled nipple.

Honour dragged her fingers into Kyree’s hair, tightening her grasp. When she finally pried her eyes open, she was met with Hudson’s amusing gaze. Hudson put her hand on top of Honour’s, the one tangled in Kyree’s hair, and she pushed Kyree’s head down.

“W-what are you—” Honour started.

“Just wait until you feel it.” Hudson’s lips quirked upward into a smirk, one that was filled with giddy excitement. “It’s going to blow your mind.”

Kyree kissed just at the line of Honour’s skin-to-scales change. Tingles ripped through her, turning into a torrent of anticipated pleasure. Honour pressed her palm flat against the rock outcropping to keep herself in one place. She didn’t want to move for anything. When the tip of Kyree’s tongue hit the edge of her slit, Honour gasped.

What magic was this?

Hudson’s all-knowing chuckle was low, right in Honour’s ear. “This isn’t even the best of it.”

“There’s more?”

“Oh yes,” Hudson answered. She pressed her mouth against Honour’s, stealing what was left of Honour’s breath while Kyree slid her tongue under Honour’s slit and against her clit.

Honour’s brain short-circuited. She had never felt anything like this before. The pressure was so different from fingers, the slide of the flat of Kyree’s tongue, the flick of it. Honour shivered, her entire body focused on whatever Kyree was doing. Hudson moved away, and Honour kept her eyes closed, grasping onto the rock like it was her lifeline to staying rooted here in place. She couldn’t let go. She couldn’t escape this. Not that she would ever want to.

“That’s it, Kyree,” Hudson crooned.

Honour managed to pry an eye open. Hudson trailed her hands over Kyree’s back and then her sides. Then she bent down, her arms wrapped around Kyree’s middle. Two seconds later, Kyree’s pattern faltered. Honour could only assume that Hudson was teasing Kyree just as much as Kyree was teasing Honour.

Opening her gaze, Honour couldn’t tear herself away from the way Hudson touched Kyree. It only added to her own pleasure. She undulated her hips into Kyree’s mouth, her back scraping lightly against the rock behind her. Her brain buzzed in and out, and it was getting harder to focus by the second.

Kyree rocked into her, no doubt a push from Hudson in that mix, and Honour lost control of everything. She groaned, her eyes clenching tightly. She gripped onto Kyree’s body and Hudson’s, doing anything she could to stay right where she was. Kyree didn’t stop. She did slow her teasing and tasting, but she didn’t end it, not right away.

Honour’s brain came back just in time for Hudson to move Kyree, smooshing her against Honour’s body and effectivelyplanting Kyree between the two of them. Hudson reached for Honour’s hand and together, they put their fingers inside Kyree’s slit. Hudson teased Kyree’s clit while Honour slid two fingers up to her second knuckle inside Kyree’s warmth.

They worked in tandem, one after the other. Kyree rested her forehead against Honour’s shoulder, then moved her head up to plant their lips together. Kyree tasted tangy, in a way that Honour had never tasted before. Was that her own flavor reflected back on Kyree’s lips? Was that even a thing?

“Yes,” Hudson whispered into Honour’s ear. “Taste yourself. It’s glorious on her, isn’t it?”

Without waiting, Hudson turned Kyree’s head and captured her lips. The moan was primal, pure and simple. Nothing else could describe it. Honour wasted no time adding in a third finger and then deepening the angle as she pulsed her fingers in and out of Kyree’s body.

“Kyree,” Honour murmured. “What you did was amazing.”

Kyree moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

“You’re amazing. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise,” Honour said, wanting to make sure that her point had gotten across. The step that Kyree had taken to join them in this was huge. She was giving up everything she had known for a relative unknown. Three mers from three separate tribes—that had never been done before, at least not to Honour’s recollection. And certainly never with a deep sounding mer and a Talon in the mix.

How would they make this work beyond the war?

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