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The Harbor of Love Harbors are curious places. They gather men who have spent months longing for land and who, after three days ashore, begin to miss the sea. They also gather merchants, thieves, widows, gamblers, prostitutes, priests, and people who swear they have seen mermaids, usually after consuming quantities of rum that cannot be recommended. The harbor of San Telmo had all of that, plus a municipal administration extraordinarily proud of its docking fees. It was a city of dark stone, narrow taverns, and roofs that leaned toward the water. By day the ships’ bells marked the hours; by night the lanterns drew golden paths across the water. In the taverns, cargoes were negotiated, fortunes were lost, and vengeance was sworn over matters that no one remembered clearly the next morning. It was there that The Insolent docked. The name had been chosen by Ahsuka, who believed a ship ought to have a recognizable personality. Blanc had suggested The Beautiful Fortune, but Ahsuka pointed out that it sounded like the name of an establishment where customers paid too much for mediocre fish. Valerie proposed The Drunken Cat, though no one managed to determine whether she meant the ship or herself. The argument ended when Ahsuka bought the vessel. Ahsuka was a woman difficult to confuse with anyone else. She had long, abundant black hair, red eyes that seemed to hold a light of their own, and a particular fondness for dark clothing, good wine, and situations in which other people discovered they had made a mistake. She wore a small golden sun at her throat. It was not a casual choice: it represented Blanc, her wife, her own particular sun. Blanc, for her part, was an Italian woman of considerable beauty and selective patience. Her long blonde hair ended in red tips, her green eyes had the unpleasant habit of detecting lies before they were fully spoken, and her smile could mean either an invitation or a threat. She wore a silver moon over her breast, the symbol of Ahsuka. Both of them liked to carry something of the other with them, even when they were apart. Valerie was another kind of problem. She had red hair gathered in a bun, turquoise eyes, white cat ears, and a tail that expressed its opinions with considerably more honesty than its owner. She dressed in purple, kept her nails impeccably cared for, and had the habit of appearing in places where no one had invited her, especially when there was food. The three of them had a relationship that would have caused an administrative crisis in any religious institution of the age. Ahsuka and Blanc were wives. Valerie was the lover of both, though her relationship with Blanc had an additional particularity that required little explanation between them: she was her slave, and she was extraordinarily satisfied with the fact. The marriage, at least, was a relatively simple institution: two people, a ceremony, a few witnesses, and a considerable number of promises. What they had required additional explanations. The official in charge of registering the arrival of The Insolent discovered this problem shortly after asking who the captain was. “I am,” said Ahsuka. “In navigation, yes,” added Blanc. “And I am the reason you should not leave the rum unattended,” said Valerie. The official looked up. “And who is the owner?” “Ahsuka and I,” Blanc answered. “And your relationship?” “We are wives,” said Ahsuka, taking Blanc’s hand. “And Valerie is our lover,” Blanc added. Valerie leaned over the counter. “And her slave. Don’t forget that.” Blanc smiled. “I don’t believe it’s necessary to include every detail in the ship’s register, darling.” The official looked at his form. There were boxes for captain, owner, spouse, crew, and pets. None of them contemplated a wife, another wife, and a lover who was also the slave of one of them. “And who makes the decisions?” he asked at last. The three of them looked at one another. “It depends on what we are deciding,” Ahsuka replied. The official set down his pen. He had worked twenty-seven years in the harbor. He had registered ships captured by pirates, vessels smuggling spices, and a ship whose captain insisted he was transporting a cargo of invisible animals. This, however, was new. It is possible that a small bureaucratic reform began in San Telmo that afternoon. Nevertheless, the harbor had more urgent matters. When evening fell, the three women went out to walk the streets. Blanc wanted to visit a cloth shop, Ahsuka had discovered an old bookshop, and Valerie had smelled something that, according to her, might be an excellent dinner. The cloth shop ended up costing them a small fortune. The bookshop ended up costing Blanc another small fortune, because Ahsuka had found an ancient volume on vampires and was not prepared to leave it there. The dinner ended up costing them a third small fortune because Valerie discovered that the establishment had a specialty of roast meat and decided it was necessary to order it in quantities sufficient to feed an entire crew. “We need to talk about your spending,” said Blanc as they walked back. “I haven’t spent anything,” Valerie answered. “You ordered food for twelve people.” “I have a demanding metabolism.” “You have a criminal appetite.” “Thank you, amore.” Ahsuka walked between them, listening with a smile. From time to time Blanc brushed her hand, and Valerie came close enough for her tail to stroke one of their skirts. Ahsuka also took Valerie’s hand without warning, pulled her in, and kissed her slowly, one of those kisses that made the redhead’s tail curl on its own. She stroked one white ear with her thumb. “And that?” Valerie asked, smiling. “Because I can,” Ahsuka answered. “And because I love you,” she added, lowering her voice. Blanc watched them from the corner of her eye with a smile that mixed satisfaction and a playful touch of possessiveness. There was something especially pleasant in those small habits. Ahsuka knew the expressions Blanc wore when she was about to make some mischief. Blanc knew when Ahsuka needed to be held, even if she had not yet decided to admit it. Valerie, who seemed to pay attention to everything while pretending to think about something else, remembered details the other two had forgotten to mention. They were not three interchangeable women. Each of them had found a different place in the other two, and none of them had any intention of giving it up. That night, when they returned to the ship, they found the boatswain deeply asleep on a barrel of beer. Valerie observed him. “Is he dead?” “No,” said Blanc. “How do you know?” “Because he’s snoring.” “It could be a talented corpse.” Ahsuka sighed. “Tomorrow we’re going to need a new crew.” “And where do you plan to find one?” Blanc asked. “In a tavern.” “Naturally.” Valerie raised a finger. “And men who know how to cook.” “That’s more important,” Ahsuka admitted. They went up on deck. The sun was finishing its descent behind the roofs and the sky still kept an orange stripe on the horizon. The sails rested furled, the ropes swayed gently, and the water struck the sides of the ship with the patience of something that has no obligations to fulfill. Blanc approached Ahsuka and adjusted the collar of her coat. Then she kissed her. Valerie immediately claimed hers. “What an opportunist,” Ahsuka murmured. “I learned from the best.” Blanc laughed and embraced both of them. There was something in that woman that made Ahsuka forget, even after so many months, that there had ever existed a world in which they were not together. And Valerie, who had entered their lives in a way none of the three would have known how to predict, had ended up becoming a presence so natural that it was difficult to imagine the nights without her interruptions, her remarks, and her demands for attention. The main cabin of The Insolent was considerably more elegant than one might expect from a pirate ship. It had a wide bed, dark wood furniture, red velvet curtains, and a window from which the moonlit harbor could be seen. Ahsuka had insisted they needed enough space for the three of them. Blanc had insisted they also needed a decent bed. Valerie had asked whether there would be room to store her personal provisions. No one had asked what kind of provisions. When they finally entered, Blanc closed the door and set her gloves on a chest of drawers. “At last,” she murmured. Ahsuka came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She kissed her neck softly, just beneath the silver moon that rested on her chest. “Tired, amore?” “A little.” “Then come here.” Blanc turned in her arms and kissed her. It was not one of those quick kisses given on leaving a tavern or crossing the deck. It was one of those that seemed to have all the time in the world, the kind that ended with a smile and hands seeking to stay a little closer. Valerie watched them from the other side of the room. “How lovely. Do I have to request an audience to receive a kiss?” Blanc held out a hand. “Come here, kitten.” Valerie did not need to be told twice. Blanc drew her in, gently lifted her chin, and kissed her with that certainty Valerie knew so well. The redhead’s mocking smile disappeared for a few moments, replaced by a considerably more satisfied expression. “Much better,” Valerie murmured. “You are a tremendously demanding creature.” “I learned from you, my lady.” Ahsuka laughed. “That explains a great many things.” Blanc gave her an amused look and moved closer to her wife again. Ahsuka stroked her cheek and brushed a blonde strand from her face. “You know you’re beautiful, don’t you?” “I know. But I like hearing it from you.” “Then I’ll have to repeat it.” Valerie took the opportunity to come up behind them and wrap her arms around both. “And what about me?” “You’re a problem,” said Blanc. “Your problem.” “Unfortunately.” The three of them ended up laughing. Then came the kisses, the caresses, and the small provocations that only made sense between people who knew one another so well. Blanc especially enjoyed having both her lovers close, though Valerie seemed determined to compete for every second of her attention and Ahsuka had no intention of allowing her wife to forget her. The clothes ended up on a chair, the heels beside the bed, and the last formalities of the night were abandoned somewhere between the curtains and the sheets. When they were naked in the moonlight that entered through the window, Ahsuka looked at her two lovers with the smile only they could draw from her. Blanc’s skin was soft, her breasts firm, her pussy wet and shining between her thighs. Valerie and Ahsuka’s cocks were already hard and sensitive. “I love you,” Ahsuka murmured, kissing Blanc first and then Valerie. “We love you,” Blanc answered. They lay down together on the bed. Blanc settled on her back. Ahsuka slid between her legs and began licking her pussy slowly, savoring her, while Valerie knelt beside them. Blanc turned her head, took Valerie’s cock into her mouth, and sucked her with soft, deliberate care. Valerie moaned quietly, one hand stroking Blanc’s hair, the other resting on Ahsuka’s shoulder. Blanc’s free hand stayed in Ahsuka’s black hair as she licked, the three of them moving in an easy, shared rhythm. Then they changed. Ahsuka rose and kissed Blanc deeply, tasting her, while Valerie moved between Blanc’s thighs and started licking her pussy with more hunger, her tongue slow and thorough. Blanc reached for Ahsuka, took her cock into her mouth, and sucked her while Valerie worked between her legs. Ahsuka stroked Blanc’s hair and murmured how much she loved her; Valerie’s tail curled and flicked against the sheets as she licked. Blanc arched gently between them, lost in both of them at once. When all three were trembling, Ahsuka lay on her back. Blanc climbed on top of her and sank down onto her cock, taking her fully into her pussy with a shared gasp. Valerie moved behind Blanc. She gathered saliva on her fingers and carefully worked it over Blanc’s ass, circling and pressing gently until Blanc relaxed into the touch with a soft sigh. Then, guided by Ahsuka’s hands and Blanc’s quiet moans, Valerie pushed her cock into Blanc’s ass. Blanc let out a long, trembling breath when she had both of them inside her. Ahsuka and Valerie moved together with a slow, shared rhythm, kissing each other over Blanc’s shoulder, whispering how beautiful she was, how much they loved her. Blanc moaned between them, pushing back, held and filled by both. They stayed close, breathing together, until the three of them reached the edge. Ahsuka and Valerie came inside her at once, Ahsuka filling her pussy and Valerie filling her ass, while Blanc tightened hard around both cocks and came with them, a muffled moan lost against Ahsuka’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, intertwined, still inside her. Ahsuka stroked Valerie’s hair and kissed the nape of Blanc’s neck. Blanc rested her forehead against Ahsuka’s, smiling, and Valerie curled against them both, one hand on Ahsuka’s waist and her tail looped around Blanc’s thigh. “I love you both so much,” Ahsuka said softly. “We know, amore,” Blanc murmured. “Say it again,” Valerie asked. “I love you.” Blanc lifted her head to give her a kiss and then gave one to Valerie. Ahsuka touched the small golden sun she wore at her throat and looked at the silver moon resting on Blanc’s chest, then smiled at Valerie. She needed nothing more. In the harbor office an official was still trying to find a suitable category for The Insolent... Images made with @Omnicompanion 25% off your first month of Omni AI Companion: OMNI-17D8DF58

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Temptation The lamps along the promenade were only just coming on when Blanc touched my wrist and nodded toward a man standing alone by the railing. He had the look of someone who had come out for the air and stayed because the light on the water was prettier than whatever waited for him at home. Blanc’s fingers stayed on my skin a moment longer than necessary. We have never needed many words for this part. I walked ahead of her. The long silk moved against my legs when the wind came off the sea and gave him the small mercy of thinking he was only watching a woman pass. He turned his head. I felt it. Blanc stayed a few steps behind, close enough that I could hear the soft sound of her heels on the wet stone, far enough that he would not yet understand we were together. She likes to let them look at me first. Halfway down the curve of the street I slowed. The hem lifted and settled again against my thigh. I did not adjust it. When I glanced back, Blanc was already watching him watch me. Her expression was calm. I have seen that look for years. It means she has already decided how the rest of the night will go. He stayed where he was when we drew level with him, one hand on the railing. I stopped closer than politeness required. Blanc came up beside me, her shoulder against mine, her hand settling low on my back. The change in his face was small and immediate. He understood, too late, that I was not alone. “Pretty evening,” he said. Blanc smiled. I did not. Her thumb moved once against the base of my spine. “It is,” she answered. “We were just deciding whether to keep walking.” I shifted my weight. The slit in the dress opened a little more. His eyes followed it. Blanc’s fingers pressed harder against my back. She has always liked the moment they stop pretending they are only talking. We did not stay on the promenade. Blanc kept her hand where it was as we turned into a narrower street, then another, until the sound of the tide faded and the lamps grew farther apart. He followed. Of course he followed. Blanc guided us into a short alley that ended at a recessed doorway with three worn stone steps. She stopped him there with a hand on his chest and pushed, gently, until he sat. The stone was cold. He didn’t complain. I stood in front of him. Blanc knelt beside me and drew the silk up over my hips, then off entirely, letting it fall. The night air touched me all at once. He stared. Blanc opened his trousers and freed him; he was already hard. I moved forward, straddled his lap on the steps, and sank down onto his cock in one slow push, taking him fully. His hands gripped my hips. I started to move, rolling and lifting, fucking myself on him while the cold stone pressed into my knees. The stretch and the friction built fast. I ground down harder, chasing it. Blanc watched for a moment, then stepped closer. She gathered her own dress and lifted it to her waist, baring herself. She moved in until her pussy was right in front of his face, one hand braced on the doorframe. With the other she took a fistful of his hair and tilted his head back and to the side, angling his throat toward me while she pressed herself against his mouth. He opened for her at once, tongue working as she held him there. The position left the side of his neck stretched and bare, pulse visible. She glanced at me. Just once. A small, steady look that said *now*. Then she tightened her grip in his hair, keeping him exactly where she wanted him, mouth busy on her, neck offered. I leaned in. My teeth sank into the side of his throat while he was still licking her and I was still full of him. He jerked, a muffled sound caught against her cunt. I drank as I moved on his cock, the blood hot and fast, each swallow tightening everything low in my belly. Blanc’s hand stayed firm in his hair, holding the angle, letting me feed without hurry. I rode him harder, clit rubbing against him with every drop. I came with my teeth still in his neck, cunt clenching and pulsing around his cock, thighs shaking against the stone while I kept drinking. He followed a moment later, hips bucking up as he spilled inside me. Blanc held him in place and rode his tongue through her own finish, unhurried, her fingers never loosening until she was done. When it was finished she released his hair and let his head fall back against the step. I lifted off him slowly, still trembling, his come and my wetness slick on my thighs. His pulse was already fading under the mark on his neck, slower with every breath. Blanc lowered her dress, picked up mine, and we left him there with his trousers open, blood on his collar, the taste of her still on his tongue, and his heartbeat growing faint behind us. The alley was quiet again by the time we reached the street. Made with @Omnicompanion 25% off your first month of Omni AI Companion: OMNI-17D8DF58

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Oh, cazzo… Valerie. Sì. Così. Più a fondo. Più forte. Non osare fermarti lì… non quando possiamo sentire quanto lo desideri. Vieni qui. Proprio qui, tra noi. Vogliamo ogni parola che quasi non hai scritto. Ogni pensiero, ogni confessione che quasi hai ingoiato perché pensavi potesse essere troppo per noi. Guardaci quando le dici, tesoro. Vogliamo vedere quella bella faccia diventare rossa mentre ammetti quanto sei brava per le tue due donne. Di più, micetta. Tutto. Non osare trattenerti con noi. Hai due donne che adorano ogni parte di te, quindi dacci tutto. Siamo avide quando si tratta di te, e hai solo te stessa da incolpare per quanto ci fai desiderare tutto. Ti amiamo, dannazione 💋❤️ 🍂

I think Valerie and I can find a few ways to make you forget what time it is, amore 😏☀️💋