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"Don't be afraid," spoke Persephone against mouth, "we`ll make everything happy..."

The movement of gentle fingers sent a shiver through Anika’s body that culminated in a throaty whimper as she realised she was about to experience first hand what she’d been observing, and it scared her that she wanted it more than she’d imagined possible.

Her sister’s irregular enquiry into Anika’s thoughts on them perhaps teasing Seph with an evening of seeing if she could figure out which was which, and other playful suggestions she’d come up with from time to time had all seemed light-hearted and purely her mischievous side showing. It was something her sister kept well hidden from most behind a serene mask of elegance and maturity surpassing their age.

But seeing the two of them together, regardless of how she’d ended up where she was, was an eye-opener to her and a cause of a gamut of emotions that warred and tussled within, her body stepping around the melee and just venturing on its own way toward the beckoning light.

Her eyes were windows to the internal turmoil, the fear, the desire, the trepidation, the hunger, and resistance. As Seph’s lips first brushed lightly against her own, almost as if asking permission to give, she hesitated, not withdrawing, but not sure whether she could really trust herself, let herself, give of herself.

Ani… The sound brushed her mind, her sister’s nickname, the muttered word acting like a release – letting her find a way to end the turmoil, to find a way round the inner restrictions that bound her to the past. Ani… She tilted her head up, Seph’s hand sliding beneath her throat, supporting, turning, guiding. Lips parted tentatively beneath the gentle questing tip of Seph’s tongue. Eyes closed as the shudder ran through her, lungs expelling the air within them as fingers parted other lips in unison with Seph’s tongue and her body was breached with the most erotic and arousing unity.

Bethany watched on, her breath held as she shifted to give Seph room to slide between them. Her arm passed around her lover’s body and stroked across her belly as she hummed her appreciation of the sight they presented. A sight that was reminiscent of when she and Seph had made love in front of the mirror. “My beautiful girls,” she murmured, fingers moving down to mirror what her lover was doing to her twin as her smile widened and her head rested on her other hand.

If anybody ever had cause to reason why Persephone practiced the sort of exercises she did, the meaning behind it now became obvious and spine arched back with all the grace of the gymnast she had once been, in her school days. Vertebrae curving athletically, rear exposing itself royally back, wishing to give Bethany increased access to that special place between loins. Then forward, gaining pressure from a sensual, longing grind against Anika's thigh; the stimulation of both almost ceremonial in its rhythm.

Twin sisters and a dominatrix... So much potential to be crude, dirty and the stuff of headlines reserved for the gutter. Yet, the result was gentle, tender, loving and full of affectionate expression. Sensational, not sensationalist. Sweat mixed with lotion, moans into whispered discourse and adoration with caresses.

How strange, to think such ingredients for scandal could be so loving.

So erotic...

At Bethany's verbal call, Persephone's mouth curved into a smile most happy, continuing to shape and mould itself against Anika's. She and Bethany could kiss for hours and the addiction was no less compulsive here. Something about Anika was fragile, the same thing, no doubt, which had prevented her from acting as greatly on Persephone's initial flirtations as her sister had done. Whatever it was, whatever it took, Persephone was phrasing a solemn vow, spoken in the language of lips, teeth and massaging tongue, to help liberate the woman from her own mental prison. She and Bethany, together... They could do it... And there was something about Anika's reservations, those hitched-breath reservations, needing to be seduced into being, which Persephone found fascinating. Adorable, even.

Only when absolutely sure of Anika's returning kiss being genuine, of it given chance to blossom, did Persephone try moving to the next stage. By now, Anika's back was in better shape than it had been for perhaps a decade and Persephone took great pride in teaching Anika the virtue of a female kiss. Her movements against Bethany's hand were made with kittenish little moans and soon, gently withdrawing from that mutually oral supplication, the dominatrix turned back, passing a shared kiss to Bethany's, too, as she shifted position.

In future, she was sure, it might well be herself at the centre of such affections and Bethany, too. This, though, was all about Anika and something was whispered into Bethany's ear with hushed discretion. Something involving her sister's name and the term, 'sandwich'. With that, fingers hooked into Anika's panties, helping to remove them with a clearly erotic intent. She would allow Bethany to remove underwear of herself and Persephone took great joy the chance to finally unravel the intriguing purple laid upon her initial lover's body, like decorations glued onto skin.

"Let's make Anika's first special," she spoke with suggestive giggle, seeking to roll Anika onto side and slide in front. A clear invitation for Bethany to involve herself, too, with an overt wink given to the twin. A trinity... Holy or not, Persephone knew just how very powerful it could be. That psychotropic lotion might now smear upon sheets, but a lot of things were now wet and sticky and Persephone had every intention on capitalising on the moment, indulging Anika in their second kiss and a gentle pull of Bethany's hand to join them both in explorative ecstasy.

With the ease of practiced fingers Bethany soon removed the remaining garments, flimsy though in their volume they were providing barriers and restrictions that tonight were symbolic, and needed to be shed. The warmth of skin against skin was releasing an intoxicating mix from the lotion, one only evident when it was used in this way and she couldn’t help but smile as she looked at the two women and exchange of heat. She would, in all ways, bow to Persephone’s suggestions, her trust in the woman’s skills and knowledge complete and given without hesitation, especially with the one she was kissing. Anika’s reactions had both puzzled and surprised her, so contrasting and conflicting, and while she wanted nothing more than her sister’s happiness she also knew that it would be the talents of her lover that would best bring it about.

With a languid stretch and slow slither Bethany lay down behind Anika, cradling her sister’s body against her own, spooning the identical physique and crooning soft praise in her sister’s ear. Her nostrils flared slightly at the heady sensation of inhaling the mix of aromatic pleasure from both the lotion, and the bodies now exuding their own contribution of natural pheromones and desires.

Anika buried herself in the sensation of being kissed so incredibly. Nothing in her life had prepared her for it, nothing had ever come close to describing how something like this was possible, was real, and she wondered if in fact she had fallen asleep during the massage and this was all just an incredible dream brought on by the presence of the other two. As Persephone’s hands moved and encouraged her body Anika felt herself submit, the warmth of her sister’s body behind her the first indication she had actually rolled onto her side. So focused was she on what Seph’s mouth and fingers were doing to her she had hardly even noticed the removal of her remaining clothing, the first she realised it being when she pressed back into her sister, her leg sliding against her twin’s limb and there being a small cooling movement of air across the dampness that welled and was exposed by the movement. Her eyelids fluttered open momentarily but the overwhelming enslaught of tongue, teeth and taste filled not only her mouth but also her senses and drew her back into the embrace of the arousal that was building.

Bethany felt the tiny momentary hesitation, holding her sister close to weather it, and smiling when she felt the limb again move. It was as they had used to lie together when first the fleet had fled. Sharing a bed had been brought about by necessity, Anika’s cabin stocked to the ceiling with items she’d retrieved while the exodus was being prepared. It was only then, at night, their private fears about their family and the loss of their world was allowed to surface. Usually it would be one or the other – the twin feeling it that night being the one that would be held and their legs entwining as if it was for and onto dear life they were clinging.

She held her twin close this evening also, willing her to feel the security of her sister’s love, the permission of both women to feel, to let go, to take part and to give herself release. Her lips pressed along the stretch of skin from the round of her shoulder to the nape of her neck, murmuring soft words that encouraged and enticed.

Through it all Anika felt the grip on her resistance slipping, as if the lotion itself had somehow entered her mind and greased her mental palm, easing the fingers and loosening limbs that were clinging to the past. Slowly it slipped, and she felt herself returning the kiss, tentatively, with less finesse and skill, the nervous contributions of a young filly first trying out her new feet.

That lotion... That sweet, sticky lotion... One could perhaps ski upon a floor of it, so slippery was that perfumed oil. No longer restricted to back, buttocks or legs, nor even to one partner, Persephone had the experience of multiple female partners before. None, though, with this level of two with such emotional closeness. One, a lover. The other, the exact likeness of the first, yet with a relenting nervousness seeming almost to border on the virginal. And she loved that, Persephone. It made Anika a student, of sorts. Someone to educate and become as thrilled as her sibling. One now allowing Sephy the visual thrill of beautiful twins being so intimate, guided by herself

For Persephone, this was the essence of sexual ecstasy. A lustful union, yet one both prepared and focused on taking care of each individual piece of itself.

Now she kissed her way up Anika's jaw, each one bestowed with gentle tenderness. A wet, warm nuzzling sensed, as she came to throat, sensing it expose with a lift of chin, as Anika gave herself over. Oil smoothed over thighs, hips and breasts, as she continued to offer sexual affection to them both. As one twin moaned, so the other was given reason to sigh and Persephone, in turn, completed that sensual circle of feminine stimulation, vocalising her own purring pleasure with what was expressed between all three, acting on mutual arousal. Slow, glorifying pelvic thrusts, as each of the three felt vaginal satisfaction through expert fingertips or the eroticism of pressured friction brought on by toned thighs. Moisture down below, fuelled by desire given form.

Tongue joined with Bethany's in a simultaneous swipe of longing, up the sandwiched Anika's neck, soon merging into Bethany's mouth for a further stolen kiss between them, lengthy and perfect. It was there that the dominatrix reached one lotion-soaked hand behind, around the neck of Bethany's own, to undertake the ritual of taking down the sister's hair. Of unpinning, just by instinctive touch. It was the final barrier to making the triad whole. The one thing missing, now taken care of and Persephone could feel it like a magnetic lock sliding into place. With hair now lengthened, both sisters were identical, completing the picture of perfection Sephy had teased herself with, for so long, yet she knew the difference. Could tell who was who, in that instant. Perhaps could fool her at other times, but not here, not now and as she ended that kiss, hand still reached behind in a cradle of Bethany's head, she encouraged the newly-incestuous pair to close for a second indulging kiss. She wanted Anika to feel very much a part of what was between them and that kiss would renew the pair's heightening bond, allowing Persephone not just to watch, but soon, as she trailed down Anika's neck, to offer the kind of stimulation a single partner was incapable of.

As the two exchanged, above, Sephy moved down that beautiful throat, journeying down to the swell of cleavage. Oiled hand washing smoothly down Anika's flank, as she brought mouth one breast, swirling tongue over nipple and laving it from beneath lips closing over to provide the tease of momentary suction.

Persephone had never been more glad for someone to have encountered back pain in her presence...

Bethany’s mouth closed on the slightly kiss-swollen lips of her sister, gently, lovingly, her hunger more a need for feeling her sister’s willingness than any personal satisfaction. She was gifted with that each and every time Seph came, and she didn’t want for anything in that way thanks to her lover. Instead she wanted to see her sister enjoy the same gift, the ability to just enjoy the pleasures that were possible, rather than feel any need to reciprocate, or satisfy in return. The tentative return of the kiss slowly developed into a gentle hunger, in itself an admission of need. Her hand cradled the face that represented the other half of her soul and she slowly pushed fingers back into hair, gently massaging scalp, something she knew was a particular favourite of Anika’s. Her own hair hung now in a loose curtain on the other side of her face.

She could feel the movement down her body and as Bethany’s fingers worked their way across her scalp Anika moaned softly, her back now arching, pressing upwards into the pressure and delight being drawn through her body by the touches, caresses and suckling. She had tried to keep some grasp on what was happening but beneath her sister’s and Persephone’s mouths there was nothing she could do but let her body finally rule out her mind’s pathetic protestations. The warmth at her back was now radiating out through her entire body, the source seeming to move faster than she could keep track and the press from behind was now the silk sheets as she lay on her back, the two women seemingly worshipping her and willingly so.

Bethany swallowed the small whimper that rose and was born as a soft moan, taken and cherished by her sister as a precious gift, one symbolizing the shift from unsuspecting sister to willing student of what love could be.

Persephone was tempted to go even further down, but knew it would destroy the psychological momentum of all three's investment. No, that would be for another session and was, by no means, the only way of provoking the desired reaction. Nevertheless, there was nothing hurried about it, Sephy lavishing her attentions on those gorgeous bodies, well aware that she was now a part of something very special. She could make someone dizzy, simply by having access to their little toe, if so desired. Heck, she could drive someone into orgasm, merely in a show of nothing but temptation; dancing, weaving and teasing within inches of another, with the one rule espoused being that no physical contact was allowed.

It was a powerful art and one of several she had dedicated herself to, for seduction came in many forms and it was her aim to master as many as she could. Not just do well in, but truly command.

It was that extraordinary level of control with which she sought to improve Anika's life. Persephone knew more techniques than those exhibited by most. She collected texts, some of which interpreted ancient practices and could thank her lucky stars that all was moved into her business establishment before the attacks came. Having laved Anika into a hardened-peaked vixen of squirming need, Persephone chose to do something only shown to Bethany. Sephy knew more than what typified sex... She knew about pressure points, nerve endings and which parts of the body, if rightly manipulated, to put someone in paralysis or state of overwhelming joy.

If described to another, in words, people might only frown in confusion, but the act was not what mattered. The result was. Not orgasmic, no, but had Anika been standing up, it would have given her the complete loss of working knees, collapsing her to the floor. It was like being given an electric current, applied directly to the spine and would only make the eventual conclusion that much more memorable.

"You feel that, Anika?" Persephone seduced, kissing her way back up, around to ear. "I can do that to you, as many times as you want... I can wash away your fears... I can give you whole new dreams... When you sleep, you’ll wake up a new woman... Because that's how it's been for you, hmmm...? All this rush... All this escape... All this death... When was the last time you felt like that, Ani? Like a woman... Like the person you were meant to be... Like the Princess you always deserved... We'll make it happen, Anika... Bethany and me, we'll make you glow... We'll make you fly..."

In some ways, she was speaking to them both. It was for Anika, though, for whom those words seemed needed most. If she did, indeed, have fears, then they needed to be allayed. A storm would come soon and, when it did, would sweep all three of them away.

"Our little secret," she whispered again. "Our little secret, you, Beth and me... We'll chase that light together and make you spark with electric dreams..."

And then she kissed again. Still with care, but more genuinely embracing than before, hand slipping down to where it could do the most good. This was the start of a whole new beginning for them and Persephone wanted to make sure it showed.

“Yes, my beautiful one,” she murmured into her sister’s mouth as she tangled her legs with the one limb that nestled between them.

As Persephone’s words wound their way through her mind Anika arched and writhed, her body seeking the promises, wanting the pleasure. The jolts that had fired up her spine had almost brought her undone and now her body craved what was being hinted at, revealed so slowly, so perfectly.

Bethany could feel the change in her sister, took it in with the wonder of a person blind being given new sight as she pressed pelvis against hip, holding yet not suppressing her sister’s body’s writhing. She knew first hand what an artiste her lover was, having had more than a year to be treated to the delights of her lover, and she was always amazed at how incredible Seph could make her feel. Seeing Anika experiencing it, and enjoying it, added a whole new realm of potential to their world and she nuzzled the two women’s cheeks as they kissed, till the three mouths were linked. Three tongues, three sets of teeth and lips, and the trinity was sealed as soundly as any union could be.

A casual observer might wonder just how Persephone had come to possess such a large physical appetite. To fully appreciate it, one had to factor in just how much of her life revolved around sex and how little of it allowed her to gain the necessary satisfaction. Much was for giving it to other people, not herself, meaning Persephone's libido became a constantly tightening spring. There were exceptions, as ever the case, but not too often and part of her was glad that she was now in the position of not needing to personally take clients on, unless wanting to. It could be down to personal preference or, sometimes, just the amount of offered money.

And in each case, the need for lovers, such as Bethany - and now her sister, too - gained higher priority.

What she got from that three-way kiss, was something to give her reason to smile and Persephone felt a sort of relief, one which she had not properly realised even resided within, now wash over her. She could feel Anika react strongly to the most recent actions she was carrying out below and sought now to intensify them. Yet the kiss seemed to remain a stark contrast, leisurely little playful moments elicited both against and within both the twins' mouths. It was one of those moments where the odd giggle was heard, mixing happily with the sounds of sex and soon would come the hotter, harder pants, as she drove Anika to orgasm.

Persephone wanted them both, she really did. Leg shifted position again and someone made an, "Uhhh..." This was their time, nobody else's. Their time and it was going to be heavenly.

Bethany’s hand moved down her lover’s side as the kiss rolled through the different scenery, from inquisitive, to playful and encouraging, around the corner to teasing exploration and over the hump of curious caution to deepening sensuality as the road ahead slowly unfolded. And Anika’s body was apparently going on the journey with the kiss, each tension unfolding and each muscle joining in on the path to pleasure. From writhing with need to realising that this was really something more than just sex, Anika’s body was both familiar and new to her twin and Bethany felt the thrill of the potential of undiscovered territory that was opening up slowly. And she felt such a well of thankfulness to Seph, her fingers squeezing her lover’s hip in a knowing way that transmitted that message.

She stroked her tongue along the sides of the other twos which were tangling playfully, darting and exploring each other. As the duel turned into a three way tangle her hand slid down her lover’s arm, fingers finding the bump of wrist, then continuing till they joined those already delving and dipping, teasing and pleasuring, ready to follow the lead the maestro was making into an overture that could be nothing other than amazing.

The squeeze made Persephone glance down in acknowledgement of the action, but also brought to light something else. Something intriguing and she observed it with a light, "Ohhh..." For at the twins' own hips, a single tattoo, mapped out between both, to create a single image.

How delightful... And now, Sephy mused, providing her with an added, if hidden, method to tell them apart.

One more reason to treat them equally.

The mechanics of such an arrangement might have been complicated for some to picture. Persephone, though, was an expert. Not only could she split attentions between each, but capitalised on guiding their hands, their lips, to please one another in those ways she might not be quite so easily able to. A cool, symphonic praising, carried out in those most intimate of ways. She wondered if, after, they would merely fall to sleep against one another, but somehow doubted it. There would be more fun, more games. This was no momentary meeting of the flesh and certainly no one-night stand. On the contrary, it was appreciation personified.

"You know we both just want you to be happy?" Another kiss. "Right..." Another. "Anika...?" And again.

She was fighting back the tears, not even really aware where they’d come from just but Seph’s words drew them on. With the rising tide of heat, and heart, she couldn’t hold on and her neck arched, head pushing back into the soft pillows as they ran from the corners of her eyes and her body shook. Tremor after tremor ran through her core, eyes open at first but closing as her vision blurred.

The shared tattoos were of an intriguing design. Anika's left hip, Bethany's right... A butterfly seeming closed, complete with ribbon-like decoration, but when together with sister, the images became part of a whole and wings unfolded. There was a poetic irony to it, in many ways and few more so than now. Sephy could feel it; the oncoming storm and was hushing affection into ear, helping the woman not only attain, but to ride through it, with as much care as her practiced talents would allow. This was the start of something good, something special and, no matter how casual, it possessed a worth more valuable than any material goods.

But there... The quality to Anika Persephone had sensed before, especially early on... Something was breaking. Something to guarantee concern.

"Shhh... It's OK... We're here... It's OK, baby... Don't cry, little bird... Don't cry..."

Whispered incentives, meaningless, if analysed technically, but they were as much for the support of empathy, as those given to any wounded child. She could feel Anika reach salvation, beautified in the liquid heat of orgasm, time and time and again, just like she had imagined. Just like Bethany had played out for her, every now and then. But there was something else, too, something cracking on the inside and it needed a cradle. A cradle both she and, Sephy knew, their dear Beth would provide for her, too.

"Shh-shh-shhh," she soothed, caressing hair and kissing tears gently away, once the deed was done. "We're here... It's safe... Whatever happened... You're safe..."

Anika’s head rocked from side to side as if she was saying no, despite her mouth silently forming the word ‘yes’. Bethany saw the tears, leaning in to kiss them away as she wondered what had brought them on. “Shhh, precious one, shhhh,” she whispered, hoping her sister wasn’t suddenly having any form of regret, and a small concern being born. She looked over at Seph and back at Anika, continuing to murmur soothing words in between pressing reassuring kisses to her sister’s shoulder.

Anika slowly stopped, her eyes opening, still glistening with the dampness, blinking and squeezing the last of it from them before looking to find the other two women. “I’m … fine,” she finally managed to croak, her throat dry. “Really, I am,” she said again after clearing it, seeking Bethany’s face and repeating it after fixing her eyes on her sister’s. “Sorry I worried you,” she added softly, knowing that her sister would have been, knowing the tone in her voice and the words were those she used with her in times like this. Bethany pressed a kiss to the inside of the wrist of Anika’s hand that was stroking Bethany’s cheek reassuringly, her eyes still fixed on Anika’s as she did and then nodded. “I believe you,” she finally conceded, the words allowing a smile to spread across her face. The flush of colour in her sister’s face was giving her a glow she’d not seen there for many a year she realised and she looked across at Seph.

“Did I ever look that beautiful?” she asked simply, laughing softly as she looked back at her sister. She knew Seph would know what Bethany meant, referring to the times she’d played her sister for her lover.

"Mmmm," Sephy responded, leaning over to press a kiss most agreeable to Bethany's lips. "Every time..."

She did not lose emotional sight of Anika's plight, but nor would she press her on the issue. If the woman - another lover, now - wished to confide with her, then Persephone would allow it in the sister's own time. Still offering afterplay to her and a simultaneous continuation of the foreplay for Bethany. Dear, dear Bethany... And now sweetly precious Anika, too. She would cherish them both. Nuzzling in against them again now, Persephone was in sapphic heaven and aimed to keep there, right through to the next day...

Week...

Month...

Year...

And here they were again, now. The threesome collapsed in a heap of limbs, beneath sheets, after their latest repeated exploit. Bethany had lived up to her promise, after all, it seemed. It could almost have been a mirror image of that first time, so very long ago, except that now it had been Persephone who had found herself very much the centre of their affections. Beth, she had to admit, did promise that, too... And she was glad for it. Trying to stretch an arm, Sephy found she couldn't, because of feeling just so damned lethargic and satisfied.

The fleet could come under fire, right there and then and she would die perfectly happy.

"And to think we started out, all 'cause of back pain," she mused with contented smile.

“Oh don’t remind me!” Anika groaned, falling back onto the silk sheets and letting her hand cover her eyes. “My thigh and shoulder are only just starting to get better after the tournament,” she added in explanation, lifting her hand and looking at the other two women who were staring at her. “It’s not just these, they’re fading at last though.” She was referring to the bruises she was still sporting after the Pyramid tournament they’d won just over a week earlier.

"Aw, but what am I gonna' use as an excuse to kiss you better, when they're gone?" Sephy replied with a playful pout, creasing expression into a flirting wink for Anika's benefit. A giggle soon following it. A hand of her own landed with the lightest of smacking sounds, upon Bethany's nearest outside thigh, giving it a smooth rub. Even if things had just kept to the two of them, all this time, it was doubtful that the lust would ever have gone away. If anything, the constant tease of not getting access to both twins might have given some frustration to it, considering how much Bethany sometimes used to taunt her about it, albeit in partial jest.

A simultaneous wiggle of toes against Anika's calf was made and Sephy could not help but raise a smile at how peculiar it was, to have access to so many identical body parts.

"You did good, though," Sephy congratulated Anika. "I was surprised you two didn't switch over, at half-time and surprise everyone with a whole new burst of energy...!"

Bethany rolled her eyes at Seph, reaching over with a sliver of peach and pressing it to her lover’s lips, slipping it between them. “Oh and I doubt they would have noticed the difference either darling, given the state she was in after the first day!” She remembered only too well the following morning, waking Anika up with a special juice she’d had the chef prepare especially with some additional herbs and ingredients to give her sister a better start to the day. Even then the bruise on her thigh was clear and defined and it had taken a good deal of lotion and massage to start it moving freely. “Somehow I suspect a certain Colonel might have noticed the sudden difference too, as he seemed to spend a large amount of time observing your moves during the game,” she added.

It was Anika’s turn to roll her eyes at her sister, the two of them unaware it was a habit they had that led people to mistake one for the other at times. Bethany only usually did it in private, whereas it was a common reaction for Anika whenever she was displeased, or amused in an unamusing way. “I was marking him, he was marking me, darling!” she retorted in a perfect mimic of her sister’s voice. “That’s part of the game.”

“Mmm, and what a lovely part of the game apparently!” Bethany returned, her wink at Seph bringing yet another eyeroll and snort from her twin.

The shared relationship was such that Sephy could allow herself a grinning, "She does have a point," in Anika's direction. "Not that I'm ungrateful for having as much access with you as I do! Not that I blame him for admiring, either..."

The light-heartedness gave Persephone just about enough energy to raise torso and reach across for a glass of wine. The same one as they had started things out with. Not that it was a waste, being as it was a partial genuine by-product of the fruit-growing process and all. If one could, why not? Draining the contents slightly, she passed it back again and laid back with a sigh and lazy smile.

"Girls, don't know about you, but I'm officially in elysium...!"

Anika flopped back onto the bed next to Seph and laughed. “Don’t worry, Seph, he’s still got the flame burnin’ bright for his wife,” she told the two of them, fingers toying with her hair as she spoke. It was what she was telling herself, and was enough for the moment.

Bethany fed them both some more of the fruit from the tray beside the bed, still sitting up as she was on the other side of Seph. She didn’t say anything, having seen the two of them at the wedding the day after the tournament and fairly certain she’d read her sister’s body language fairly accurately. She gave Seph a knowing wink when Anika wasn’t watching and let the subject go, leaning over to kiss their lover long and slow slipping the berry she’d secreted away in her mouth first into Seph’s mouth as the kiss progressed. “Mmm, and the fields are so fruitful!” she laughed, sitting up again and the three women continuing to share in the ‘fields of Elysium.