SECOND THAT

Leaked scene from season 3

Benedict: Anthony hold this for me Anthony: I can’t. My hands are full Benedict: What are they full of? Anthony: … Kate’s hands

The other woman

part 2

You were overjoyed with your marriage to Aemond, unfortunately for you— he doesn’t feel the same way. You will always be the other woman.

Inspired by Lana Del Rey’s song The other woman.

The fan art divider below is not my work. I found it on pinterest but Idk who the artist is. If someone knows can you please lmk so I can give them credit <3

warnings: incest (Uncle and Niece) angst, Aemond being a shit husband.

“Hmm” Your husband barely replies, an unamused look on his face as you make small talk with him over supper. You find his lack of response slightly embarrassing, feeling your cheeks warm as you try to ignore the eyes around the table that observe the both of you interact. They have pity in theirs, aware of the bitter treatment you’ve been receiving from the prince since you were wed four months ago.

It was one solely based on duty, for your family name and to keep the bloodline strong, both your parents agreed to the marriage. You were ecstatic upon hearing the news of your betrothed. You had always admired your uncle, dreaming of one day being wed to him, you had always felt in your heart that there would be no better match for you than Aemond.

Aemond couldn’t have felt any more different. He felt trapped and bound for eternity in a marriage he didn’t want nor ask for, he was forced into it by his parents and sister— caving into their excuses of wanting the best for the family. He had a love he wished to wed already waiting for him, his sweet Alys, whom he would never be able to call wife or bear children with now that he was married to you. Until mere months ago he had viewed you only as his niece and nothing more, now he didn’t know how to view you. He was certain about one thing though and that was that you were not the woman he wanted.

“My love..” Your words are soft as you speak to him, hoping to make it less obvious to your family you were yet again trying to spark conversation.

“I told you not to call me that. Are your ears in good shape or are you just an imbecile?” Aemond’s words cut through you like a blade, his tone causing a lump to grow in your throat. You hated how sensitive you’ve always been, you needed thicker skin if you were to survive this marriage.

My love

Alys called him that, he had chastised you for using the term before — explaining to you why he wished for you not to say those words again. They were hers for him alone, it was a painful reminder for him of the woman he longed for, the one he couldn’t have. The one that was robbed from him and shipped away to what felt like the other ends of the earth.

“I apologise, dear husband. It was a mistake” You say, trying your hardest not to let your voice tremble as you speak. He scoffs, downing the wine in his goblet before he continues his assault.

“Utter those words to me again and I will sever your tongue” He spits at you, words even more venomous that the ones before. You hear Alicent drop her cutlery, a disapproving look on her face as she chastises her son.

“Aemond— how dare you speak to your wife as such”

Everything around you becomes a blur, you block out the sounds of his mother and the way he argues back— claiming that you’re his wife and he can deal with you as he wishes. You wish nothing more than to just disappear from this table, from Kings landing itself. To get as far away from your husband as you could, you missed your own home with your loving parents and siblings.

“Excuse me for a moment” You say, voice barely heard before you push out of your seat and excuse yourself from the table. With your head low, you exit the room, the humid air causing you to hyperventilate once you’re hit with the fresh air in the hall. You can finally breathe, no longer feeling the pressure of Aemond beside you. You didn’t realise how uneasy he made you feel, only now that you were away from him you were able to relax your muscles and take deep breaths to calm your nerves.

You don’t bother to return to the dining room and instead quietly make your way back to your shared bedchamber. Uncertain of whether or not your husband would return to you tonight, you change into your night wear and lay down. Your eyes are shut but you can’t sleep, your thoughts and worries plague your mind as you attempt to lull yourself into slumber. You hope to be fast asleep when Aemond returns, if he does, to avoid having to face him.

He stumbles in hours later, reeking of wine and vhagar’s scent— he hums a tune of some sort as he shuffles around, lazily throwing his clothing onto the floor.

Great he’s drunk.

Despite his obnoxious noises, you remain unbothered as you pretend to sleep, your back turned to him and your eyes still shut as you wait for him to undress and get into bed. You expect silence from him, his usual behaviour even on nights when he’s dead sober. You used to excuse his cold attitude from being too exhausted from his duties to wish you goodnight. Now you know he didn’t have any words to share with you, he could barely stand the thought of sharing his nights with you.

“My sweet wife, are you awake?” His voice soft and smoother than honey, a tone you weren’t used to. He wasn’t being short with you for once and it confused you.

You feel his hand caress down your side, sighing heavily he pulls the sheet back and slips into the space behind you. His warmth radiates against your skin as he presses up against you more personally now, his arm circling your waist and face nuzzled into the back of your hair.

“You smell divine” He hums in satisfaction, hand grazing the skin of your exposed stomach. Although you knew he was drunk, his touches felt good and you tried to savour it for as long as you could— even with the knowledge of how ingenuion his actions were right now.

“I am sorry for how I treated you tonight, that was not— that was not husbandly of me” He stutters out, the first time you’ve ever heard any of his words sound imperfect. His strong facade never faltered with you, with what little words he did share with you he was always so sure about how he spoke to you, it was you who was always a mess.

“Forgive me, my love” He hums, placing soft kisses into your hair as his hand caresses your skin lovingly. For once you feel a small smile grace your lips, his sweet words causing you to feel emotional.

All you ever wanted was his love. For him to treat you with the utmost care and for you both to finally find love in this marriage of yours, no matter how rocky the beginning may have been. Your only wish was for him to love you the way you love him, to hear him utter the three words you once said to him but never received back. Only then could you die a happy woman.

You almost cave in to the urge of breaking your silence and turning around to face your husband. You want to kiss him, caress his face as you confess how long you’ve been waiting for him to treat you so delicately. His touch full of love and care rather than the coldness you’ve grown accustomed to.

“I love you, Alys”

His words cause your stomach to drop, tears burning in your eyes that were now open and facing the panels on the wall beside you. Aemond repeats his words again, wincing slightly you shut your eyes tight and wait for him patiently to fall into a drunken sleep.

He was never talking to you. Those sweet words he just uttered moments ago were meant for his true love, Alys— not you.

The realisation makes you shut your eyes tight, tears shedding from them and trailing down your cheeks freely as you try to comfort yourself. Aemond falls asleep with his arm around your waist and face nuzzled into your shoulder, he feels so close but so far away from you.

He will never be yours

You repeat in your head like torture as you lull yourself to sleep, finally being able to rest with the finalisation that you were always going to be the other woman.

(500) Days of Summer 2009, dir. Marc Webb

yea okay angry sex this, jealous sex that, but what abt giggly sex. what about the excitement and the pure joy in that. where he’s on top of you and kissing you and but it’s difficult for your lips to connect because the both of you are smiling too hard & he pulls back, giving you a breathless laugh and and and i would just like to say, as corny as it sounds, that’s making love right there

YOUR HONOR, THIS MAN IS A SLUT FOR HIS WIFE

Kate & Anthony Bridgerton in Season 3 Trailer

starting at 12am

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We Know That We Can Treat You Better Than He Can

Cregan Stark x Wife!Reader x Reader's Twin Sister

Tags: smut, incest, m/f/f threesome, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), p. in v. sex

Your twin sister, Carra, is being neglected by her husband, Lord Royce - her pleasure especially. It breaks your heart to see her so upset and unfulfilled, and you have a wild idea on how to help her. But you need your lord husband, Cregan Stark, to help you help her.

Author's Note: This might be in the top three of my favorite oneshots I've written to date. I'm curious to know what y'all think! Also, Cregan Stark: Husband of the century, am I right?

“What’s he really like?”

You look over at your twin sister, Carra, who meets your gaze with curiosity. You’re sitting by the fire in the Stark family library, a book draped over your lap. She’s sitting by the widow, peering at the grounds of Winterfell below, not at all attempting to read any of the books she’s taken down from the shelves. 

“Who?” you ask, flipping to the next page of your book.

Carra rolls her eyes playfully. “Your lord husband, dear sister.” She gives you a smile from across the room.

You knew she was asking about him – you can practically read each other’s minds, you’ve always been able to do that – but you wanted to be sure.

“He’s a good man,” you say with a gentle shrug of your shoulders, shifting in your seat. The two of you have been up in the library for a few hours now, and your back is growing stiff from sitting for so long. “He’s quiet, kind, and loyal.”

Carra crosses her arms and stands, walking over to you before sitting in the opposite chair by the fire. “No,” she says softly, holding your gaze. “I mean, what’s he like.”

You inhale deeply, understanding her meaning and feeling yourself blush ever so slightly. But she’s your sister – your other half – and you’ve never kept secrets from each other. 

“He’s loving and giving, and he has the stamina of a hunting hound,” you say with a light laugh. “He does whatever he can to please me.” You fold the book in your lap closed, and set it on the small table beside your chair, before turning your attention back to her. You give her a small smile. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugs gently, mirroring your earlier movements. “My husband isn’t like that. He doesn’t seem interested in my pleasure.” You don’t miss the hint of sadness in her voice; you know her too well.

“I’m sorry, Carra. I know mother and father promised that Lord Royce would be a good match for you. It pains me to hear that you aren’t happy.” You give her a sad look, and she returns it, your mirror image looking back at you.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap for a moment before looking back up at you.

“Has he ever made you…climax?” She asks, before quickly adding, “My handmaiden told me about it, but my husband has never made me feel anything that she’s described.”

You take a deep breath before nodding. “He has, every time we’ve lain together. With his tongue, his fingers, his cock… Sometimes all three in one night.” You watch her face fall a bit, but you can tell she has more questions.

“What does it feel like?” She leans back against the chair, her long hair caressing her shoulders, just like yours does.

You pause for a moment, thinking. “It’s hard to describe… It’s the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. Wave after wave of it, rippling through your body, filling you up. It makes you feel like you’re floating, and like nothing else matters in the world except you, your husband, and your love.”

She nods, gently worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “I suppose I’ll never know then,” she states quietly, looking at you with a sorrow that makes your heart ache.

And then a thought crosses your mind – a mad thought – but she’s your twin sister, and you are loath to see her upset and neglected. And you’ve shared everything with her your whole life.

“He would show you, I think…if I asked him to,” you say, your words quietly echoing off of the stone walls. She meets your eyes, and you can see a spark of hope flicker in them before she shakes her head gently.

“You’re so kind to me, my darling sister. But I could never–Cregan is your husband.” But you can tell that’s not the answer she really wants to give.

You lean forward and reach out to take her hand in yours. “He loves me, yes, but he loves you too – you mean a great deal to him because I love you so much. If he knew you were being neglected like this…”

She squeezes your hand gently, her eyes searching your face. “You really think he would?”

You nod, giving her a smile. “He might need some convincing at first, but when have you and I never accomplished something we put our minds to?”

She lets out a light laugh – the one you know sounds just like yours – like chimes gently playing in the breeze.

“Would you…stay with me? I don’t know what to do or say. I don’t know him like you do.” She looks even more hopeful, and it makes your heart swell. You do love her so very much.

“Of course. We will show you the pleasure you’ve been missing and so very much deserve.”

She swallows, and you can see a flush creep up her skin. You feel the same thing happening to you – an arousal curling through your veins like smoke at the thought of showing your twin sister that kind of pleasure. Now that the thought has crossed your mind, it will be impossible to forget.

She crosses her legs, but rubs her thumb over the back of your hand, an irresistible tension now simmering where your hands are connected.

“Tonight then,” you murmur, eyes searching her face.

She nods, a small smile tugging at her lips.

You hear the handle of the door leading to your chambers turn, and you glance over at Carra, seated in front of the fire, much the way you two were in the library earlier.

“My love, I’ve missed y–” Cregan says as he steps through over the threshold, but stops when he notices Carra seated to your right. “Oh, I’ll just–”

“No, my love, please. Come,” you say, standing and quickly walking over to him, your silk nightgown swishing against your legs. You curl your hand around his forearm and gently shut the door behind him, and then stretch up on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek. He glances down at you, and then at Carra, and then back at you, confusion settling across his handsome face.

“What–”

“We have something we’d like to ask you,” you say gently, tugging on his arm and leading him over to the bed, and encouraging him to sit on the edge of it.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, eyes flicking between the two of you again as Carra stands and makes her way over to the two of you.

You shake your head, taking his hands in yours. “Nothing is wrong. Well, something is wrong. Lord Royce is neglecting Carra most terribly.”

Concern crosses his features now, his eyebrows knitting together. “Does he hurt you, Carra?” He asks quietly, looking at her.

“No, Cregan,” she says gently, looking down at her feet, and then back up at him. “But he does neglects me and my…needs.” She glances at you, her eyes asking for help.

Cregan follows the exchange – he’s the most hawkish man you’ve ever met – and his eyes lock with yours again, his head tilting to the side, his eyes full of questions.

“My love, Carra’s husband has never shown her the pleasure a wife ought to know. He’s never treated her the way you treat me… We’re hoping you could show her,” you breathe into the stillness of the room. It’s so quiet, save the gentle crackle of the fire in the hearth.

“My darling,” he whispers, clearly unsure of how to respond, his eyes quickly flicking to Carra and then back to you.

You step between his legs and gently drop his hands to cup his face instead, looking down at him. You hope he can see the hope on your face – the want to help your sister, and for him to help you do that.

“Cregan, my love, please,” you murmur, your thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. You feel his jaw muscles flex as he swallows thickly, hearing the plea in your voice. “She’s just like me,” you whisper.

You see a thought flicker across his features – and you know it’s the thought of two of you. And similar to how you felt earlier that day, once the thought has crossed his mind, you know it’ll be hard to shake. And he’s a caring man, always striving to help and do right by those under his care. Right now, both his wife and his sister-in-law are under his care.

You drop your left hand to reach out for your sister, and she takes it, stepping to your side, her own nightgown gently brushing against Cregan’s legs. 

He turns his head in your hand to look up at her. “Are you sure?”

She nods, giving him a shy smile. “I’m sure if you are.”

He looks at you once more, eyes searching for any sign of your own hesitation. You give him a smile and nod. Seeing none, he nods too. “Okay,” he says quietly, and he gives you both a shy smile of his own, clearly trying his best not to feel too overwhelmed by your request. 

He slowly pushes himself off the bed to stand, looming over the two of you and breathing deeply, seemingly hesitant to make the first move. You stretch up on your toes again to kiss him, soft and languid, silently thanking him as your lips move over his. Instinctively, his hands lift to hold your waist, gently pulling you towards him. You smile into your kiss and then carefully lift his hands to your breast, encouraging him to pull at the strings of your nightgown. He does, with nimble fingers for such a large man, until the thin fabric slips from your shoulders and pools on the floor at your feet.

He pulls away gently and lets out a pleased sigh, as he always does when you stand naked before him, his expression so full of love and desire. You give him a similar look, biting at your lower lip, and then looking over at your sister. She too has seen you naked many times – perhaps more than Cregan – for you’ve bathed together, and gotten dressed and undressed together, for years. But now, her eyes sweep over your form too, as if she’s never quite seen you before.

Cregan looks at her too, and they lock eyes, and he lets out a shaky breath. 

“Carra’s turn, my love,” you murmur, and he steps towards her, slow but steady, clearly wanting to make sure she’s comfortable. 

He carefully lifts his hands to cup her face, before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. She lets out a shaky breath of her own, and then tilts her head up as he tilts his down, meeting for a soft kiss. Your heart swells and beats rapidly at the same time, watching him with her like this – the two people you love the most in this world.

After a moment, his long, calloused fingers slip gently down her neck and shoulders before slowly tugging at the laces of her nightgown, his knuckles grazing her breasts. She lets out a soft sigh from being touched with such tenderness and reverence – the way he always touches you.

Like yours, her dress falls down her body into a heap on the floor, leaving her to stand bare before him, a mirror image of you. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and he turns to look at you as you close the gap between your body and his, sliding your hands around his middle and kissing his back. You can feel his rapid heart beat thrumming against his ribcage as you slowly tug his tunic to untuck it from his trousers. Carra, always on the same page as you, reaches up to pull at the laces of his shirt, making it easier for the two of you to tug it up and over his head. He lifts his arms too, helping you toss the shirt on the floor, on top of your nightgown. 

You move around to his front, standing next to Carra, and lift your hands to touch his chest – feeling his smooth, but searing hot skin beneath your palms. Carra follows your lead, trailing her own hands over him, and you know she feels him shiver as her fingertips graze over one of his nipples. 

He smiles down at both of you. “Will you lay down for me?” He asks gently, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you. You both nod, and climb on the bed, laying down to look at him standing before you at the foot of the bed. It doesn’t seem lost on him that Carra has chosen to lay on his side of the bed, unbeknownst to her. 

He swallows thickly, eyeing the two of you, as he slowly unbuckles his belt and unlaces his trousers, letting them and his small clothes drop from his hips. He makes quick work of tugging his boots and socks off too, and then the rest of his clothes, before straightening back up. You savor a moment to take him in in all his glory, his thick cock hanging heavy between his muscular thighs, making your mouth water, before you turn to look at Carra. 

She’s watching him while taking steadying breaths, clearly in awe too – as if she’s never seen a man like this before. And perhaps she hasn’t, for her husband stands in no comparison to the Wolf of the North before the two of you. You see a flush creep down her chest and her legs slowly slide against each other, her core clearly aching as she takes him in – a feeling you know all too well.

You look back at him and see a similar flush of red spreading down his chest and stomach, clearly not used to being the object of desire for two women at once – especially women he cares about deeply.

And then he looks at you, his gray eyes asking, What next?

“I think you should pleasure Carra first, my love,” you say, sitting up and reaching for him. He holds out his hand and lets you pull him up onto the bed. “With your mouth, like you know I love.”

He kneels between the two of you, and looks at you for a moment and then to Carra, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Of course, if that’s what you’d like,” he says to her, his voice coming out a little gravelly, thick with arousal. You love hearing him like this.

She nods, a little shyly, but she gives him a small smile too, clearly wanting him to know that she’s only a little nervous, but does indeed want this. 

He nods, and then leans over to give you a kiss, sweet and breathless – likely trying to steel his own nerves. And then he moves away, carefully crawling over your sister until his face hovers above hers, while you lay down on your side to watch them. They look at each other for a heartbeat, and then he dips down to kiss her, his brown tresses fanning around her face. She stretches up into the kiss, and then lifts her hands to tenderly push back his hair, drawing a soft moan from him as her fingers slide against his scalp. He’s always loved that feeling.

It makes her moan too, and he deepens the kiss, evidently wanting to show her everything he can – to treat her how he’d treat you. He goes slow, licking into her with a deliberate pace and letting her catch up to match his movements. He’s always been so patient and thoughtful like this.

After a few more moments, he breaks the kiss to let her breathe, for she’s clearly not used to this. She gasps gently, and then gasps again when he resumes his kisses, this time trailing his lips down her neck and chest, open-mouthed and wet, using his tongue and his lips to bring her pleasure. He spends some time sucking on her breasts and nipples, making her arch in pleasure as his tongue plays with the taut peaks, making her moan softly and clutch at his biceps. You wonder if her moans sound just like yours to him. It’s an arousing thought, but you stay quiet for the moment, not wishing to interrupt her pleasure. And you’re finding your own pleasure simply by watching them.

He lowers his hips a bit too so he can get closer to her, and you glance down to watch the tip of his cock drag over her hips and thighs, leaving a glistening trail of precum in its wake. You know the feeling of his hot length teasing over your skin like that – anticipation, and want of it and all of him, making you clench around nothing – and wonder if your sister feels it too.

He’s kissing down her stomach now, and carefully slotting his legs between hers as his lips brush over her hips. He gently nips at her hip bone too, making her gasp and then laugh gently at his playfulness. He grins up at her, and then at you. You can’t help but grin back, so pleased with him and all the effort he’s putting into this, for her and for you.

His attention turns back to her as his kisses move lower still, over the cleft of her cunt, and then teasingly, over her inner thighs. He’s always loved to tease just a little bit, making you, and now her, crave even more what you know is coming next.

But you’re not sure she does know, for the pleasurable gasp she lets out when he kisses her core, and then flicks his tongue through her folds, lapping up her wetness, tells you that no man has ever done this to her before. You slowly sit up, drawn to where his face is nestled between her thighs, and slowly shift down the bed, laying on your stomach and resting your head in your hands, so close you could almost kiss her hips.

Cregan curls his arms underneath her thighs, laying down on his stomach as well, and gently drapes her legs over his shoulders before resuming what you know she now craves with every fiber of her being, if she truly is anything like you. Her gasps turn to moans and her fingers card through his hair, clearly needing something to hold onto, and you know he loves it. Her eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, and when you glance back down, your eyes meet his. He tilts his head so he can look at you better while he presses his tongue into her, licking deeply while you watch him.

You can’t help but speak – you have so many questions.

“Does she taste like me?” You breathe, holding his gaze.

He moans and nods, and you know your question has taken him by surprise too. His moans also take your sister by surprise, reverberating through her body in a way that you know feels incredible. She gasps in pleasure.

“Does that feel good, Carra?” You ask, leaning down to place a featherlight kiss to her hip.

“Gods, yes,” she breathes, arching into his touch. “Cregan, please don’t stop,” she begs, and you already know he’d never dream of doing that, not until he has her body singing with pleasure. That’s always been his way.

As if to answer her, he gently spreads her thighs even more, and then flicks his tongue over her pearl, swirling her own wetness over it before sucking on it too, bringing her to a whole new level of pleasure. She moans and then whines, arching into his mouth, her hips chasing this incredible new feeling. You watch him smile, for he knows he’s doing this right and he’s always loved to please you – you know he must feel the same about Carra now too. He keeps playing with her pearl, and his eyes flick back to you as one of his hands slide down from her thigh, disappearing between her legs. And you watch him glance between your face and hers as he gently presses a finger inside her, his tongue still swiping over her pearl. 

You look up to make sure she’s okay, wanting this to be nothing but pleasurable, and you know it is from the look on her face. She locks eyes with you, bliss fanning over her features. She reaches down a hand to hold yours, and you lace your fingers together, and then lean down to kiss her hand. 

“Do you like that?” You ask, smiling up at her.

She nods, and then gasps, and you can tell simply by her reaction that he’s added a second finger and that it feels incredible. It breaks your heart that she’s never felt this, and you kiss her hand again and then look at him, giving him a look of gratitude. You watch a look cross his face, and you know it’s one of love – wanting to make sure both of you are happy and taken care of. This is a role that fills him to his core, and you didn’t realize how much this would mean to him too. It makes you ache with love for him.

But he’s not done, far from it. He sucks on her pearl and then picks just the right moment to curl his fingers inside her, beckoning her orgasm to come to him. It’s breathtaking to watch the way he knows just what to do, and the way he’s taking special care to make this as wonderful for her as possible.

“Cregan, oh gods. Like that,” she moans, her hand gripping tighter around yours as her other slips through his hair. “Please, please, just like that.”

And he gives her exactly what she wants, stroking her sweet spot in a way that you know you could never do yourself, and neither can she. His fingers are so long, and he’s just too good at it. Once, twice more, and then he says, “Come for me, Carra. Let go for me, beautiful.”

She stills in his and your hands, and then cries out, her pleasure peaking and then washing over her in waves, her body writhing in bliss. He continues to stroke inside of her, and kiss her pearl, drawing every last ounce of pleasure her body can give, before she’s whimpering from overstimulation, filled completely by bliss. You watch him slowly draw his fingers from her, drenched in her wetness.

She looks at his hand too, and then at you, and you have a wild thought. You sit up quickly and then reach for his right hand, bringing it to your mouth to suck on his fingers, licking them clean.

He moans, and so does Carra, both of them a little shocked and very aroused. You lock eyes with Cregan as your tongue swirls around his digits, and watch his eyes darken with desire as he tries to catch his breath. When they’re clean, you pop off and then look at your sister, who’s been watching you in awe.

“You taste so good, sister,” you murmur, and then kiss her hip before sliding up next to her until you’re face to face. She’s blushing a deep red now, from everything, and also trying to catch her breath as she turns her head to look at you, your faces just a hair’s breadth apart. And then she closes the gap, kissing you softly. It’s different from Cregan – the only other person you’ve kissed. Her mouth is smaller, like your own, and her lips are silky soft. You lean into the kiss for a moment, breathing her in, and then you both pull apart to look at Cregan, still resting on his elbow between Carra’s thighs.

The look on his face is something you’ll never forget – so aroused and so in awe that he seems frozen in place, likely unsure if either of you are real and if this is all just a dream. 

“Husband,” you say softly, and his eyes meet yours, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, his arousal not letting him catch his breath. “Do you think we can make Carra come again?”

He blinks slowly and then nods, a small smile spreading across his face. And then he speaks, his voice low and husky. “I want to make both of you come together.”

Pleasure rushes up your spine and your core clenches around nothing, the wetness between your thighs starting to drip at the thought of him giving both of you pleasure at the same time. You nod with a smile, and then look back at Carra, and she nods too before leaning in to kiss you once more, short and sweet.

Cregan groans softly, regaining the attention of both sisters. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,” he says with a breathless laugh, smiling too.

You giggle, and then sit up fully to crawl across the furs to kiss him, deep and languid, just like you both love to do. He sighs into your kiss, his hand coming up to gently brush your hair behind your ear, his other hand caressing your sister’s hip. When you part, you lightly trail your fingertips down his lips and chin, still wet from Carra, and you feel him shiver. It makes you shiver too with anticipation and excitement.

Then he pushes himself to sit up and slide off of the high bed to stand at the foot of it, his cock heavy and leaking. Carra sits up too, both of you waiting for his next move with baited breath. Instead of moving right away, he takes a moment just to look at the two of you, evidently admiring your beauty as his eyes sweep over your faces and the curves of your bodies. It makes you and your sister bite your lips, and he cocks his head to the side with a smile, clearly enjoying your identical reactions. 

When the three of you have looked your fill, he leans forward to place his large hands on the bed, his palms sliding over the furs, and he looks at your sister.

“Come here, Carra,” he requests softly, and she crawls to him, stopping when they are eye to eye and sitting back on her heels, her hands resting on her thighs. He leans in to kiss her, slow and sweet as honey, and she sighs happily. “May I show you even more pleasure?” He husks between kisses.

She nods, and reaches up to caress her hand along the line of his jaw, feeling his strength under her fingertips. “I would like that,” she murmurs, giving him a coy smile. He smiles back at her, and then leans even closer, his one arm curling around her waist to help her settle down on her back. When she’s comfortable, he gently tugs her to him, her bum near the edge of the bed. He gingerly rubs his hands over her thighs and shins, leaning down to place kisses on her knees too. You love watching him like this – taking his time, and making her feel special and wanted.

“My love,” he says softly, pulling you from your thoughts. “Come here.”

You crawl to him, as your sister did, and then kneel next to her side. He leans over her to kiss you too, also placing tender kisses on your cheeks, before pulling back to look at you. It makes butterflies flutter in your belly, for he’s so loving but you’re also wondering what he has planned for you and your sister.

“Can you straddle Carra’s hips, facing her?” He asks, his hand trailing down your skin, the pads of his fingers teasing around one of your nipples. You let him continue that for a moment, moaning softly, as Carra also skims her fingertips up your thighs, seemingly mesmerized.

And then you nod, following his instructions, and carefully climb over your sister, your knees hugging her hips. You place your hands next to her sides, and look down at her with a smile. 

She looks up at you. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, her hands traveling up your arms before sweeping your hair to one side so she can see you better.

“So are you,” you reply, grinning at her. She grins back, realizing she must look so very like you in this moment. And if you’re gorgeous, she must be too.

“Both of you are perfect,” Cregan says, folding Carra’s legs more securely around his waist, and leaning forward to place kisses on your backside and lower back. You fold down even more, bracing yourself on your forearms, your ass on even more display for him. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, his right hand trailing all over your ass and thighs. You can hear the desire dripping in his deep tone and it makes you shiver.

Then Carra lets out a gasp, tilting her head back into the pillows. You tilt your head down, looking back between the two of you, to watch him take himself in hand and tease his tip up and down through her folds. It’s such an erotic sight, and you can’t help but continue to watch. It makes your own wetness drip down your thighs.

But then you’re the next to gasp as his fingers start to do the same thing to your soaked cunt, slipping into your wetness, and teasing up and down, making pleasure ripple through your body. You rest your head on your sister’s chest and rock back into his fingers, wanting more. Carra’s hands caress your cheeks, your neck, your shoulders, clearly feeling the same way, for you can also feel her rock her hips beneath you, chasing the pleasure Cregan’s giving her.

“You look so good like this, Cregan,” she says with a moan. “That feels so good.”

He groans softly in response, mesmerized by the two women in front of him, ready and wanting.

“How does this feel?” He husks before pressing two of his fingers into you, making you gasp. She does the same as he presses his cock into her, sliding into both of you at the same time. You lift your head to look at her beneath you, her head tilted back again in pleasure as she takes more and more of him into her. You know what that feels like, the delicious stretch and urgency to be filled by him as much as possible. You are getting just a taste of what your sister is feeling via his fingers, which he swirls around inside you, brushing perfectly against your walls as he opens you up.

“Gods, Cregan,” you moan, canting your hips back into his hand, taking his fingers down to the last knuckles, making him moan too. As you listen to him and feel him, you also lean down to kiss your sister’s neck. She arches up into your touch but then down into Cregan’s too. It’s as if her body can’t decide which pleasure to chase – his or yours.

You brush your lips up her neck and then trace the shell of her ear with your tongue. “How does he feel?”

“Incredible,” she breathes, moaning softly as her hands slide up and down your sides, gripping onto your soft skin.

“He does feel incredible, doesn’t he?” You ask, pushing up a bit to look over your shoulder at him. The sight of him is breathtaking. The muscles in his abdomen and his arm flexing as he fucks in and out of both of you, his cock and fingers following the same steady rhythm. His brown tresses are disheveled from you and Carra carding your fingers through it, and there’s only a small sliver of gray left in his eyes, for they’re hooded but blown wide with arousal. He looks at you with such desire, such love, such devotion, that it makes pleasure rush up and down your spine. Your heart beats so fast you’re sure it might leap from your chest. He’s looking at you, and your sister, like he can never get enough of you.

“It’s the two of you,” he groans lightly, “that feel incredible. You’re so perfect for me.” 

“Does she feel like me?” You ask, smiling back at him for a heartbeat before he’s making you, and her, moan again. He crooks his fingers inside of you, curling his fingertips down towards your belly button, brushing over your sweet spot in the way he knows drives you wild. For Carra, he picks up the pace of his thrusts, driving faster and deeper into her, and also rubs his fingers over her pearl. 

“She feels just like you, my love – absolutely perfect.”

At hearing this, Carra arches up into you again, and you press down into her, sliding back further across her silky skin to meet Cregan’s thrusts. You find her breasts with your lips, kissing and sucking on them, desiring this so much that it makes you flutter around Cregan’s fingers. Your tongue and lips find her nipples too, playing with them until they’re taut and glistening, and she’s arching high off the bed with bliss.

“Gods, oh gods,” Carra moans, starting to shake beneath you as you and Cregan continue to lavish her with pleasure. You try your best to focus and not get lost in the bliss that Cregan is giving you with his fingers too.

“Will you come for us again, darling sister?” You breathe into the valley between her breasts, making her arch up even more into your lips. 

It’s at this moment that Cregan’s thumb finds your pearl, rubbing it perfectly as he pumps his fingers in and out, mirroring what he’s doing to Carra. You moan loudly, burying your face in her chest and start to shake as your pleasure builds in your core. 

He doesn’t let up, quickly bringing you both to the edge of desire, the two of you becoming moaning messes before him, his own breathy moans mixing with yours. For a split second, you wonder if she orgasms just like you – if she sounds like you, if she’ll clench around his cock like you do, if she’ll like it when he spills inside her like–

But Carra’s peak washing over her cuts off your thoughts, for she cries out so deliciously, her spine arching high off the bed, and then she writhes beneath you in pleasure. It’s so erotic to watch her, and feel her hot skin beneath yours, sliding against your body. Her hands grip tightly to your shoulders for a moment, until she lets go and finds your eyes as Cregan continues to pump in and out of both of you. The blissful look on her face – the bone deep pleasure – and the feeling of Cregan’s hand moving so perfectly for you makes your orgasm rise up in you and then break in wave after wave of pleasure. You cry out into her chest and flutter around his fingers, driving back hard into his hand. It feels so incredible, and she holds you through it, her soft arms curling around you as your pleasure reaches every fiber of your being.

Then suddenly, Cregan’s fingers are gone. You whine from the loss for a split second, only for your empty cunt to be filled by his cock plunging into you. His fingers curl around your hips too, pulling you to him, making him drive even deeper into you. Moans replace your whine – nothing, nothing, could ever feel as good as him, pumping in and out of you, his length throbbing inside of you. Your perfect husband.

“Cregan,” you cry out, and that does it for him. He spills inside you with the most delicious groan, his hot seed coating your walls and his tip nearly kissing your womb. You collapse even further into Carra and clench around Cregan, milking him for every drop that he can give you, and drawing his orgasm and pleasure out as much as possible. You can feel him shaking behind you, from pleasure and exertion. The two of you pant, trying to catch your breath, and Carra strokes your cheek, in complete awe. 

“Did that feel good, sister?” Carra asks with a smile, her thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin.

“Perfect,” you say, turning your head to kiss her palm and then looking over your shoulder at Cregan. The two of you share a knowing smile, both of you hoping his seed takes and you can finally have the baby you both have always wanted. 

He leans forward to drape his torso over yours, his hands resting on the bed on either side of Carra, kissing your shoulders and neck. It feels so good – everything feels so amazing.

And then he gingerly pulls out of you, placing one last kiss on your back, and one last kiss to Carra’s knee, before climbing up onto the bed and laying down on his back, next to Carra. He motions for you to lay next to him on his other side. You do, and both you and your sister snuggle into his chest, facing each other as he curls his arms protectively around the two of you.

You watch him turn his head to press a tender kiss to Carra’s brow, and then he turns to do the same to you, before settling back against the pillows and closing his eyes.

“Sister, perhaps the next time you visit can be in the autumn, late enough that you might get stuck here for months on end due to the snow,” you say playfully, your fingers playing with her own across his chest.

“Gods be good,” Cregan murmurs with a chuckle, opening his eyes again to look down at the pair of you.

Carra laughs lightly, but then adds, “I don’t think my lord husband would let me be gone for that long.”

“He will if I command it so,” Cregan says, looking down at her with a smile. You can tell that she understands that he means what he says, and she grins up at him, and then at you.

“I would like that,” she says, her bright smile mirroring your own.

“We would too,” you agree, pulling her hand even closer to you across his chest, and kissing her fingertips, before the two of you snuggle even deeper into Cregan’s strong arms, satisfied by everything tonight, and excited for what’s to come. 

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