Perfectionist

Ménage à Trois

Look it up. No seriously-The title'll make way more sense once you understand it. I had to get my friend who knows french to translate it and the convo got really awkward but it was worth it. He says it isn't entirely accurate but the best way to phrase it. And oh boy, I think this is the steamiest chapter I've written to date.

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Alexis' POV.

'BANG!'

I slammed the door shut, having filled in the blank, my face redder than a friggin tomato blushing.

What.

The.

Fudge.

I had a stare-off with that thing on the floor, my head tucked into my knees.

A few minutes passed in silence as I had an intense debate internally.

"It's just...Once...Right?" I convinced myself.

I gulped down a mouthful of saliva,"Yeah. Just once. Besides...It won't be that bad, I think."

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Five minutes later.

With a trembling hand, I opened the door, glad my hair could cover my beet red face.

I was very much aware of the weird sensation-A sort of fullness would be the best way to describe it.

I took one step.

My legs felt like jelly, sweat droplets sliding down my back.

I felt like I'd lose my balance the moment I lose my concentration.

Peeking through the gaps in my fringe, I saw the two of them staring dead at me, as if mesmerised, making my face burn even further.

"H-happy? I-I've wuh-worn it-Uh?!" I tripped over myself accidentally.

Fsssh.

A gust of light wind blew as I found myself falling into a pair of arms.

"Want me to carry you?" Snow whispered.

I nodded silently.

Snow plopped me down, the bed pushing the tail in deeper, an ineffable feeling welling up inside me.

"There's...One more thing. Just...Relax. It's not like it can get any worse."

Blindfold...?

I could only see black, my tension building up.

"Okay." Snow rubbed my back, easing up my tensed up muscles as Antonio held my hands from the front.

"Our third request...Ménage à trois."

"You want a thr-" Antonio put a finger to my lips,"Shh. Don't reject it yet. Maybe you'll like it."

"Kitten." I felt Snow move my face to the side, his lips interlocking with mine.

He tugged at me, his hands forcibly holding my arms above my head on either side, his lips dominating me, not giving a moment's rest.

His hands left my arms, playing around with my hair and horns though we never really parted.

"You're even prettier when you let your hair down." He muttered in my ear as we momentarily parted to breath, his hand deftly reached for the band that tied my hair up in a ponytail and pulled it down.

Without warning, I felt my dress being moved up, my legs pushed apart, hot breath fanning on my thighs, wet lips moving up, closer and closer to my core, reaching my inner thighs and then-