She came with a raw moan into my mouth, body locking up, pussy spasming wildly, gushing hot and wet. Her legs tightened around my waist, nails digging into my back as wave after wave hit her, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks.

I pumped a bit more, riding out her climax, grinding deep. "Good girl… love feeling you cum like that…"

I was close, cock throbbing.

But I needed to stop.

I lifted Cora off my dick slowly, holding her in the air a moment so she could catch her breath. Her legs wobbled when her feet touched the floor, but she steadied herself against my chest, smiling weakly, eyes still glazed from her orgasm.

I turned to Esme, cock throbbing painfully, right on the edge, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Esme stared at it—eyes wide, face flushed deep red, sweat beading on her forehead. Her breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling fast. For a second, I thought she was going to step forward, take it, let me inside her like she'd hinted at before.

But then something shifted in her eyes—desire flickering into fear, then panic. Her lips parted, but no words came at first. She shook her head slowly, almost like she was trying to convince herself.

"N-no," she whispered, voice cracking. "I thought I could do it but… no."

She took a step back, hands trembling at her sides, eyes dropping to the floor. The confidence from moments ago, the teasing, the bold pose, was gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable.

I froze, cock still hard but the urgency fading fast as concern took over.

"Esme…" I said softly, taking a small step toward her.

She shook her head harder, backing up another step. "I'm sorry… I just… can't."

Then she turned and bolted to her room, door slamming behind her.

Cora and I stood there in silence for a beat.

"I… did I do something wrong?"

Cora put a hand to her forehead, exhaling shakily. "Our… f-father," she said quietly. "That man. He… one time he got drunk and… tried to force himself on her. I stopped him. Stabbed him in the stomach. Wish he'd died…"

My stomach dropped. "Shit… I didn't know."

Cora nodded, eyes on the floor. "I thought I'd be there for her first time… to make it safe. Gentle."

I buckled my pants, cock softening completely now. "Fuck… I should go. I don't think Esme wants to see me right now."

"Am I… a bad sister?" Cora asked, voice small.

I stepped closer, patted her head gently. "No. You're an amazing sister. Protecting her like that… I wish I'd had someone like you growing up."

She looked up, eyes misty, a faint smile breaking through. "Thanks…"

"I'll head out," I said. "Tell her I'm sorry. That I didn't know."

Cora nodded. "I will."

Poor Esme.

I'd fucked up. Damn it.

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QUEST FAILED

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Title: Down, down,

Task: Fuck both Esme and Cora in

fifteen minutes.

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Result: Esme ran away.

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I was sitting on the couch, yesterday's late-night talk show droning softly from the TV. Nala lay beside me with her head resting on my lap, her body relaxed. My hand moved through her hair without me even thinking about it—slow strokes, fingers combing, a habit more than a choice. Every so often she made a quiet sound, content and half-asleep.

Kim leaned against my shoulder, cheek resting there as she watched the screen, her attention fully on whatever joke the host was telling. Across the room, Jasmine and Tessa shared the other couch, legs tucked up, whispering to each other between laughs.

From the kitchen came the clink of plates. Minne stood at the counter, rinsing dishes and sliding them neatly into the washer, efficient as always.

The doorbell rang.

I checked the time on my phone. Seven fifteen. Outside, the sun had been gone for hours, and the snow was coming down a little softer now, though, wind was still scraping it along the windows.

Minne dried her hands and moved to the door, peering through the peephole. She turned back toward me.

"Master," she said calmly, "it's Eleanor."

I shifted carefully, lifting Nala's head and setting it gently against the couch cushion. I stood, smoothing my shirt, and walked over.

When I opened the door, Eleanor barely got a word out.

"Hey, Eva—"

Her voice died halfway through as her eyes flicked past me, taking in the room full of women, the couch situation, the casual closeness. Her brows lifted slightly.

"…Bad timing?"

I blinked. "Why would it be?"

She hesitated, then let out a short, awkward laugh. "I didn't know you were… entertaining yourself. Sorry, I didn't realize you called in company."

"We live together," I replied easily. "We're friends."

Her expression didn't change much. "Friends?"

"Yeah," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Long story. What brings you over?"

She shifted her weight, clearly relieved to have a different topic. "Butter. I ran out. I'm trying to make this chicken fillet thing that's been trending for like a month, and I already ruined the first batch."

Before I could respond, Jasmine practically sprang off the couch and hurried over, eyes lighting up.

"Oh my god, Hellen's recipe?" she asked, already excited. "The one where she pairs it with that lemon-garlic cream sauce and roasted baby potatoes?"

Eleanor's face lit with recognition. "Y-yeah. That one."

Jasmine nodded emphatically. "There's an editing mistake in that video. It skips the part where she finishes the sauce. Everyone messes it up because of that."

Eleanor stared at her, then let out a small groan. "That explains so much. I thought I was losing my mind."

"You're not," Jasmine said with a grin. "I'll show you how to do it properly. You have your ingredients?"

"Yeah, they're back at my place."

"Perfect," Jasmine replied. "Bring them over. We haven't had dinner yet anyway. You'll join us, right?"

Eleanor glanced around again, still a little overwhelmed, but she nodded. "I… yeah. Sure. Sorry, I just wasn't expecting… all of this."

Jasmine shrugged. "Totally valid reaction."

Eleanor smiled at that, then looked back at me. "I'll go grab my stuff and come right back."

"Don't forget your keycard this time," I added, smiling.

She laughed softly and returned it with a warm look before heading toward the stairs, her footsteps fading as the door closed behind her.

Inside, the room settled back into its easy rhythm, the TV murmuring on, snow tapping against the glass, and the smell of food about to happen hanging in the air.

I slipped into the bathroom and pushed the door shut behind me, the noise from the living room dulling instantly. The light buzzed softly overhead. I leaned over the sink, turned the tap, and splashed cold water onto my face, letting it run down my cheeks and drip from my chin.

I straightened slowly and looked at myself in the mirror.

Not really at myself, though. My eyes were there, sure, but my head was somewhere else entirely.

Cora's voice came back first. Tight. Careful. Protective in a way that didn't need words. Then Esme… damn. Their father.

Fuck.

The thought settled heavy in my chest. He'd nearly touched Esme. Nearly. The word didn't soften it at all. If I'd known, I wouldn't have even let that stupid idea form in my head, let alone open my mouth about it. The memory of Esme's eyes going watery, the way she'd turned and bolted for her room, hit harder now that the adrenaline was gone.

I pressed my palms against the edge of the sink and exhaled through my nose.

Idiot.

My reflection stared back at me, jaw tight, shoulders a little too stiff. I wasn't angry at myself exactly. Just… dunno.

After a few seconds, I shook my head, grabbed a towel, and dried my face. Cold water, gone. Mess still there.

I stepped back out into the living room.

The front door was open, and Eleanor was just inside, juggling a couple of grocery bags. I caught a glimpse of what she'd brought, chicken fillets wrapped neatly in butcher paper, a bundle of fresh herbs, a lemon or two, cream, spices, and a small bag of potatoes. Everything except the butter she'd come for in the first place.

Jasmine was already there, animated as ever. "I'm Jasmine," she said brightly. "And that's Kim, Tessa, and—well, you already know Nala. She told me about you."

Nala gave Eleanor a small nod instead of introducing herself again, arms folded loosely as she leaned against the counter.

"Alright," Jasmine clapped her hands together. "Kitchen time. Let's make some chicken fillet magic."

I lifted both hands in surrender. "I'll let you girls handle that. The only recipe I know is pouring hot water into instant noodles, and I sometimes mess that up too."

That earned a round of laughter.

"Impressive," Kim teased.

"Truly a man of many talents," Tessa added.

I grabbed my cigarette pack from the coffee table and slipped it into my pocket before anyone could comment. The terrace door slid open with a soft hiss as I stepped outside.

Good, the wind had died down a bit, though not too much.

Cold air hit my face immediately, sharp and clean. I moved to one of the sunbeds, sat down, and leaned back, elbows resting on my thighs. The city stretched out below, lights scattered like constellations, traffic crawling through the streets far beneath me.

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