Lily pulls his shirt off and discards it to one side. Verve's eyes grow wide as saucers.

  "You just saw me naked in the baths," he says, amused.

  "Bras are different," Verve replies. "And yours is cute."

  "By which you mean 'too small'," Lily says. Bel told him that she wasdone messing with his character. But he hadn't believed her, and shehadn't expected him to. Sometimes he thinks he should be concerned about the state of his marriage.

  "Maybe a little," Verve says, eyes still fixed to his cleavage. "Still cute, though."

  Lily snorts. "Thank Bells for that," he says, at the same time as Bel says, "You're welcome."

  Next, he undoes the fastenings of his skirt. It crumples on the floor.

  Knowing his character is hot, and his wife is constantly an inch from jumpinghim at any given moment, and seeing the effect his body has on a nearstranger are two different things. But Verve is still hesitating.

  "What's up?" he says, pcing one hand on his hip, imitating how Bel so often stands.

  Verve's face gains colour from embarrassment, rather than arousal.

  "I don't…" Verve begins, then pauses, swallowing. "You saw me naked,before…" He trails off, finally tearing his eyes away from Lily.

  "We think you're hot," Bel says before Lily can piece together what Verve could be thinking.

  But he nods. "And you want to fuck us, right?" That's the whole reason they haven't logged off for the day. All of them knew where this washeading.

  "Of course!" Verve says. No hesitation there, at least.

  Bel steps closer to Verve, wrapping an arm around him and tilting his chintowards her. She smiles. "Then what's the problem, Vervie?"

  "I don't…" he says again, shrinking within Bel's embrace. He can't seem to get the next word out.

  Lily blinks. Maybe… he thinks. "Bel doesn't like penetration anyway."

  Verve's round eyes swing to Lily.

  He shrugs. "Can't say I want to try it with this body just yet, either."Not strictly true—he's asked Bel repeatedly to stick it in— but ifVerve is self-conscious about not having a dick, he doesn't mind fibbing to put him at ease.

  Verve returns to his usual size. "Then…" he begins.

  "How about we spoil Lily?" Bel says, and captures one of Lily's hands to yank him closer.

  Lily scowls on reflex, but Verve grins.

  "Do you like to be spoiled?" he asks.

  Bel moves her grip from his wrist to his ass. She squeezes. "Only by people who like her," Bel says.

  "How could anyone not like—" Verve hesitates, but settles on: "her?"

  Heat floods between Lily's legs. Something must show on his face, because Verve's grin stretches wider.

  "She's an aquired taste, for most people," Bel says and pulls him to sit in her p on the bed.

  Through his underwear and her clothing, he can feel her half-hard dick pressagainst him. He wiggles. She squeaks and swats his shoulder. He turns to make some sarcastic comment, but she kisses him instead. He could liveoff kisses from her.

  The bed dips and Verve joins them.

  "Vervie, bra on or off?" Bel asks.

  "On," he says, without hesitation.

  "Panties?" Bel asks next.

  This does give Verve pause. He touches his tongue to his lip. "On," he says, "for now."

  "And I don't get a say?" Lily asks.

  "No," Bel and Verve say together.

  His cunt clenches on nothing. Bel chuckles, low in her throat, like howshe used to sound before she started training her voice. This is theonly situation she still uses it in, and it never fails to do things tohim.

  He never thinks of her as anything but a woman, despite herstupid games, but something about her keeping that piece of the man hethought he married, and bringing it back when they're in bed, neverfails to make him lose his mind.

  "Bells…" he says.

  "Pay attention to Vervie," she orders. "I think you should try to make him change his mind about those panties."

  He squirms in her p. She holds his hips down to help keep him banced as he leans forward, and presses his lips to Verve's.

  Verve doesn't need more than that to lean over Lily and push him back so he's sandwiched between them both, practically naked while the two of themare fully clothed.

  "Do you beg?" Verve asks, curious.

  "She has been known to," Bel purrs.

  "I thought she might try to make it hard," Verve says, disappointed.

  "Sorry~" Bel says. "She thinks we're much too hot. She just can't resist."

  "Fuck you," he says, but the words are rather undercut by the unmistakable note of lust in his voice.

  "No, sweetie, fuck you," she says, and slips her fingers into his bra, finding his nipple andtracing her fingertips around the pebbled surface. "Kiss her neck,Vervie?"

  He does, but he also worms his fingers inside Lily's panties.

  Verve stops kissing with a small gasp. "She's so wet," he says, like that's surprising.

  "Shut up," Lily says.

  Bel pinches his nipple, then switches to massaging his breast.

  Fuck, that feels good.

  "Manners, Lily," Bel chides. "Vervie might think you don't like him, if you say nasty things like that."

  Lily starts to respond, but Verve's fingers find what must be his clit, andhe forgets what he was about to say. Then, he forgets what words are, as Verve rubs it.

  He uses a gentle motion, using Lily's own slick to help his fingers slide against him.

  "You made her so pretty," Verve says, beginning to work Lily in a slow rhythm. "She's so hot."

  "Mhm!" Bel agrees. "She a work of art. Especially like this." Bel cups his other breast and begins to massage it as well. She matches Verve's slow rhythm.

  It's not enough.

  "Come on," he says.

  Though Lily has squeezed his eyes shut, Verve's grin is obvious from the wayhe says, "Bel, do you think that was supposed to be begging?"

  She hums, and bucks her hips, just a little, so Lily can feel how hot andhard she is under his ass. Maybe if he asked her to fuck his ass, likethey do outside the game, she'd agree. "Couldn't possibly be begging," she says. "She knows better than to think that would work."

  He groans and lets his head fall back onto Bel's shoulder.

  The two of them continue with their leasurely motions, never giving him enough, though he doesn't know what 'enough' would even be.

  Verve's thumb catches his clit just right, for one blessed moment, but then he's back to teasing.

  "Please," Lily says, from between gritted teeth.

  "Please what?" Verve asks, tone somewhere between amused and bored. Figures he'd catch on to what Lily likes fast.

  "Fuck me," Lily says, still forcing the words out like he hasn't already soaked through his underwear.

  "Ask nicely," Verve orders.

  Lily's breath catches in his chest.

  "She liked that," Bel purrs.

  "Shut up," Lily bites back.

  "Nicely," Verve reminds him, hitting that spot again.

  "Fine," he says. Anything for Verve to do that a few more times. But… He has enough of his wits about him to hesitate, to make it seem reluctant as he says: "Please," in one small breath.

  "Please?" Verve repeats. "Please doesn't tell me what you want, Lily," he says.His fingers stop on Lily's clit entirely, but a moment ter they pressinside him. Gently, almost questioning.

  Lily grinds down onto Verve's fingers. If Verve was asking if he was okay with that, he figures that's an answer.

  "Please," Lily says again, whinier this time, breathier. "Touch me."

  "Details, Lily," Bel says. At least she's enjoying this.

  Lily moans, trying to press his ass onto Bel's dick, and his cunt ontoVerve's fingers, and his tits into Bel's hands, all in the samemotion.

  Bel shushes him. "Babe, tell us what you need."

  "Make me come," he says. "Make me come on your hand."

  His words hang in the air between them.

  Then Verve breaks the silence. "Were you convinced?" he asks Bel.

  "Not even a little," she says, and sighs.

  "Try again," Verve orders.

  Lily swallows. He tries to gather himself enough to put emotion into it.Verve keeps tantalising him with his fingers inside him and thumb on his clit and between that and Bel's relentless attention to his tits, he's about to lose his damn mind. "Please," he says, an unmistakable note of despairation in his voice now, "fuck me."

  "Okay," Verve says, and pushes all his fingers inside Lily. He curls them as he drags them out, hitting a spot that Lily didn't know he had.

  A needy whine comes from Lily's mouth, unbidden.

  "There you are," Verve says, and coaxes more sounds from Lily.

  Verve's fingers —his motions, his touch, him — are all Lily can focus on. Even the heat of Bel's dick and herministrations to his breasts take a back seat to Verve, expertly working his cunt as Lily desperately tries to push into Verve's touches, tomake them more.

  For a moment, Lily thinks he isn't going to come. He thinks that Verve is going to work him up this far and then let him down without relief. But then he picks up his pace. And Lily comes.

  The feeling is different. Longer. More coiled in his gut. Closer to comingfrom his prostate than from his dick, but also not like that at all.

  His breath hitches as Verve works him through it, stretching the single moment out into a second, then three.

  When Verve relents, and Lily's muscles clench down on emptiness, he says: "Fuck."

  Because that's all there is to say.