The adrenaline from the pirate skirmish still thrummed through our veins as we slipped away from the celebrating crowd on the deck. Lira's arm brushed mine, her golden eyes gleaming with a mix of relief and something hotter, more insistent.
Mae trailed close behind, her short pink hair disheveled, spectacles slightly crooked from the chaos. 'That was brilliant, master,' she said breathlessly, her petite frame buzzing with energy. 'But now, I need to unwind properly.'
Our cabin, Mine and Lira's private quarters, a cozy nook with a sturdy double bed dominating the space, was not meant for three, but mae had insisted on following us.
The door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the hum of the engines and the distant chatter of the valkyries. Dim lantern light cast warm shadows over the wooden walls, the porthole framing a velvet sky dotted with stars.
The double bed, piled with rumpled blankets from our earlier naps, looked invitingly wide, its mattress firm under a layer of soft linens.
Lira didn't waste a moment. She turned to me, her tanned dark elf skin flushed from battle, silver hair loose and wild. Her fitted tunic clung to her curves, the graze on her arm bandaged but forgotten.
"Baby," she murmured, voice low and teasing, pushing me back toward the bed. "You were magnificent out there. Saved the ship, saved us." Her hands slid down my chest, fingers hooking into my belt as she guided me to sit on the edge of the mattress. The springs creaked softly under my weight.
Not caring at all that Mae was in the room with us, or perhaps deciding that the idea excited her, she continued without shame.
She knelt between my spread legs, golden eyes locking onto mine with predatory hunger. "Let me show you how grateful I am. I want to wrap my lips around that cock of yours, suck you deep until you're throbbing in my throat."
My pulse quickened, blood rushing south as her breath ghosted over my crotch. She nuzzled the growing bulge in my trousers, her tongue darting out to trace the outline through the fabric. A wet spot formed where she licked, her hands working my belt loose with deliberate slowness.
"You've been hard for me all day, haven't you? Fighting like that, all that power... I need to taste it." She tugged my pants down, freeing my eight-inch shaft. It sprang up, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Lira's lips parted in a soft moan, her tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, swirling around the slit to collect the bead of fluid. "Mmm, salty and perfect."
She leaned in, taking the head into her warm mouth, sucking gently while her tongue pressed flat against the underside. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed shallowly, silver hair falling forward like a curtain. One hand gripped the base, stroking in time with her mouth, while the other cupped my balls, rolling them lightly.
The sensation built fast, her expert suction pulling at me, her golden eyes watering slightly but never breaking contact. She hummed, the vibration shooting straight to my core, making my hips twitch upward.
From the corner of the room, where she'd been fiddling with her pack, Mae's blue eyes widened behind her spectacles. "Hey! What's this? Lira getting all the fun?"
The petite dwarf crossed the cabin in two strides, her grease-stained overalls hugging her freckled curves. She dropped to her knees beside Lira, pink hair bouncing.
"After I rigged that cannon and blasted those pirates to bits, I demand a piece of master. You can't hog him!" Her voice carried that possessive edge, calling me 'master' like a claim. I expected her to react somewhat, but not in this way.
Lira popped off my cock with a wet smack, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. She smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Greedy little dwarf. Fine, join in. But we make him explode together."
Mae grinned triumphantly, shoving her shoulder against Lira's playfully. "That's more like it. Master's cock is too big for one mouth anyway."
They shifted on their knees, faces inches from my throbbing length, a tantalizing duo of contrasts: Lira's elegant tanned features and flowing silver locks, Mae's compact freckled face framed by pink hair and those ever-present spectacles.
Mae struck first, her small hands wrapping around my base as she engulfed the head. Her lips stretched wide around my girth, tongue flicking wildly against the sensitive ridge. She sucked hard, cheeks caving in, bobbing with enthusiastic vigor.
Saliva dribbled down her chin, soaking into her overalls. "So thick, master," she mumbled around me, the words garbled but fervent. She took me deeper, gagging softly as the head hit the back of her throat, but she didn't retreat, pushing forward until half my length disappeared into her mouth.
Lira watched for a beat, then leaned in to lick the exposed shaft, her tongue tracing the bulging veins from base to where Mae's lips met skin. "Share properly," she purred, her hand joining Mae's on my balls, squeezing gently.
Mae pulled back with a gasp, passing the slick head to Lira, who swallowed me whole in one smooth motion. Her throat constricted around me like a tight fist, nose burying in my pubic hair as she deep-throated effortlessly.
Mae dove lower, sucking one of my balls into her mouth, tongue swirling around it while her hand pumped the base.
The dual assault overwhelmed me. They alternated seamlessly, Mae's sloppy, eager slurps giving way to Lira's refined, teasing slides. Tongues met at my tip, lapping together in wet, open-mouthed kisses around the head. Spit coated everything, dripping onto the cabin floor and the edge of the bed.
"Fuck, you two," I groaned, fingers tangling in their hair, silver strands and pink spikes twisting together. I guided their heads, setting a rhythm: faster, deeper.
Lira's golden eyes locked on mine as she sucked, tears streaking her cheeks; Mae's blue gaze sparkled with mischief, her spectacles fogging from the heat.
They pressed their faces closer, cheeks brushing as they licked in unison from balls to tip. Mae deep-throated half my cock, gagging but holding, while Lira sucked the lower half, their lips meeting in the middle. Vibrations from their shared moans buzzed through me, pressure coiling tight in my gut.
Hands roamed, Lira stroking my thigh, Mae fondling my sack, building the tension unbearably. "Gonna cum soon," I warned, thrusting shallow into their waiting mouths.
They redoubled efforts, heads bobbing in perfect sync, slurping loudly in the confined space. Mae focused on the head, tongue flicking the slit; Lira worked the shaft, hand twisting at the base. The edge hit hard.
I yanked free, pointing my cock as the first rope of cum shot out. It splattered across Lira's face, thick white streaks painting her tanned cheeks, lips, and forehead. She tilted her head, catching the next spurt on her outstretched tongue, swallowing with a satisfied hum.
I turned to Mae, unleashing the rest: hot jets arcing onto her freckles, dripping from her spectacles, and pooling on her chin and neck. She giggled, mouth open to take a direct hit inside.
Both knelt there, faces glazed with my release, breathing ragged, eyes half-lidded in bliss. The scent of sex filled the cabin, mingling with the faint ozone of the ship's magic.
"Clean it off each other," I said, knowing I was pushing my luck.
Lira moved first, leaning toward Mae. Her tongue extended, lapping a glob from the dwarf's cheek, savoring the salty taste with a moan. "Mmm, baby's seed is delicious on you."
She licked broader strokes, cleaning the streak from Mae's jaw up to her ear. Mae shivered, then reciprocated, dragging her tongue across Lira's lips, scooping cum into her mouth.
"Your turn, elf. Let me taste it off your skin." They kissed hungrily, tongues dueling to swap the mess, visible strands of white passing between them.
Mae sucked gently on Lira's lower lip, drawing out a lingering drop; Lira wiped a smear from Mae's forehead with her finger, feeding it to the dwarf, who sucked it clean eagerly.
They worked methodically, licking necks, chins, even tilting heads to catch drips from each other's faces. Giggling softly, they shared a final deep kiss, swallowing the last traces together, faces now shiny but clean.
Exhausted and sated, we tumbled onto the double bed. It creaked under our combined weight, but held firm as Lira and Mae curled against me—one on each side. Lira's head on my chest, silver hair fanning out; Mae's smaller form tucked under my arm, her hand resting possessively on my hip.
The ship's gentle sway rocked us, the pirate victory and our intimate celebration blending into a warm haze. Sleep came easy, wrapped in their warmth.