Clive and Jill actually kissed in the infirmary. Perhaps because you made fun of Clive for not pursuing her. You finally removed your Brand. Because Clive made you promise to do so. With your powers revealed, who regrets their actions the most? Chapter 20(!) of The Dragon Of Rosaria is live 😌✨.
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Next Steps
It doesn't surprise you that Clive is present in the infirmary when you wake up from your well deserved rest. He is sitting between your and Jill's bed. You turn your head to the side, and glance over at her sleeping face. Before Clive can speak, Tarja is already at the edge of your bed. “You both need rest.” She scans you, watching your face form a response.
“More than I already have? I wasn't hurt badly this time.”
“A miracle in its own right.” Tarja nods approvingly regardless. “Pain?” Tarja specifies.
“Yes.” You don't. Clive listens in, quietly averting his gaze to Jill. Enduring pain while he was free of the physical toll of magick.
“The curse has expanded, albeit slightly. You should be lucky it hasn't reached joints yet.” TRja continues. Tattoo or not, magick was still your primary weapon, and you didn't use it sparingly this time.
“I knew what I was getting into.” Your reply is calm as you remove the blanket to sit at the edge of the bed. Your knees are closer to Clive's than you expected. There's a book on his armored thighs. Hiding your surprise, as it's your favorite book. Finding your boots under the bed, you drag them into view.
“You should rest more.” It's not really a request -more of an order- from Tarja, and a wry smile appears on your face as you continue putting on your boots.
“Sorry. I have somewhere to be.” Jill looks okay. You confirm before leaving.
Tarja eyes Clive. It's almost pleading. He only needs to nod, putting the book down and following you out.
“Blaze. Please. Wait for me.” You stop in your tracks towards the kitchen, and turn around to give Clive a blank expression.
“What do you need?” Will he ask you to return to the infirmary, or ask about your powers? You're interested in neither.
“Thank you for saving Jill. I never had the opportunity to do so properly.”
“...Torgal did the work. You should give him more treats. Thank you for letting me come along.” You turn to leave. Prolonging this conversation would prove to be problematic for multiple reasons. He calls you out by your real name, and it feels like a plea to stay. You confirm so by once again turning towards him.
“You got your brand removed.” His eyes work fine. There's so much more behind them, and you can see he's wondering why.
“..And you finally kissed Jill.” Founder, you're petty. The wince crossing his face almost gives you the time to escape. “Good for us, right? Taking the next step at last.” You say, a little pride in your voice. Still, you hadn’t looked into a mirror. Tarja could've butchered your face, and you would be none the wiser. Everyone else kept up great appearances then. You suppose you are now more in the range of ‘not ugly’ from ‘kinda pretty’.
“What if it's the wrong step?” Clive's question catches you off guard. Why would he care about your tattoo? He's the one who suggested it. No, he demanded it so as to allow you to do something stupid.
“I don't know. You made it happen.” You shrug, once again trying to leave. His hand finds your arm, and a flash of irritation overtakes your face.
“Is that really what you think?” He asks, his face pained. You stare at his blues.
“Look, I really need to go. And I promised, didn't I? I said I would remove my brand, so Tarja helped me out.” A moment of silence.
“..Can I come?” He lets you go, face back to neutral.
“Are you sure, you don't know where I'm going?”
“I don't hear an outright no.” He’s smiling.
“I'm not stopping you.” Downright stupid of you. Then again, traveling with someone was always nicer.
A Prayer Answered.
- "Do you remember that night on the balcony when we looked up at the moon? I said a prayer to Metia and that prayer was answered. You came back to me. The heavens must have a plan for us."
Part 5 of smutfic as a 50 follower celebration. Crossposted on ao3.
Clive Rosfield x Jill Warrick x FormerEscort!Reader, Modern AU
Additional tags: angst, blood, threesome, hurt/comfort, deepthroat, sex toys, girl on girl action
ch1, ch2, ch3, ch4
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It's Complicated
It's been three weeks since the wedding, and you're expecting Jill and Clive to return from their honeymoon today. Since you had time, you stocked their fridge with some favorite foods and drinks and cleared out anything that went bad. Which was more than you expected. Both busy people that hadn't been paying attention to their pantry lately. You returned the jewelry that they had given you to store in their absence. Your gaze lingers on their living room. It's nice and cozy. You had a favorite spot on their grey L-shaped couch. They let you have the corner every time. You shake your head, turning back to the entrance. You hoped they had a great time, not having to wait for their luggage for too long.
Crashing on your couch in your rented apartment, you're immediately bored. No shows you want to watch at the moment. No games you want to play. Tomorrow is a workday, and the usual dread sets in like only the night before a workweek can. You should be happy, no longer in the evening business. Interesting timing, as your mother reached out to you again after years of silence. You’d cut contact after she basically disowned you for being an escort. But now, ‘like a normal person’, you have a set schedule with enough income to live off from. But that's it. Not a lot of savings, not nearly enough for a holiday. That’s the sacrifice you had made. You just needed a bit more time to start living comfortably. With a sigh, you grab a blanket and settle in the corner of your soft white leather couch. It's covered in blankets, giving off comfortable chaos the way you like it. You’d ignored your mother so far, but you decided to reply. Taking out your phone, you notice a text from Jill. ‘Just landed.’ You send a thumbs up back. Would be nice to catch up with them somewhere next week. ‘Have you already had dinner? I ordered Chinese, and we can't finish this for sure :)’. Jill again. You fondly smile at your phone. You'd expect them to want to relax when they come home, not invite someone over. Then again, Jill was always like that. ‘We’d be delighted if you joined us.’ She adds, before you can decline. You never want to impose, and Jill knows you. ‘Okay, fine. Want me to dress the table beforehand?’ You reply, already getting up. You get a thumbs up in return.
...
It's a fifteen minute bike ride from yours, and the sun is still up. You dress their dining table and set cold drinks ready for them to take when they come home. Your timing was decent, and it doesn’t take long before you hear their car enter the driveway. Getting up from your favorite spot on their couch, you might as well open up. “...Welcome back!” You say with a smile as you open before they can use their key. Jill smirks.
“Were you that hungry?”
“Or couldn’t wait for us to get back?” Clive adds with a smile.
“Both.” You say, taking some luggage from Jill’s hands as you let them in. They each quickly hug you, a kiss on your cheek. You’re not sure where that second thing came from.
They both pile their worn clothes in the living room, much to your dismay. Still, you shrug and open the door when the food arrives. There wasn’t much conversation before and during dinner, and you guess they must be both tired and hungry. “So, how was the trip?”
“It was nice.” Jill smiles, and you’re waiting for details. Which don’t come.
“You got to give me a bit more than that,” You joke, prodding for specifics. “What was the most fun activity you did? Got sunburned? And did you get some souvenirs?” You flood them with questions, and Clive snickers softly.
“Jill for sure got sunburned. She was a little lobster on the third day.” Clive always got a nice tan, while Jill was quick to turn into a tomato within hours.
“Was not.” Jill quips, huffing in annoyance. “I even bought the highest SPF available! It was better after that though.” She adds, smiling again. There's silence as you finish your plate.
“We talked about you, you know.” Clive eventually says.
“Me? Why.” You raise an eyebrow at both of them. “Miss me that bad? It’s just been a few weeks, guys.” You joke, and it falls terribly flat. It seems you were right on the mark. Clive coughs awkwardly, as Jill swallows her last bite of food.
“It’s not like we didn’t enjoy ourselves, but we caught each other talking about how much you’d enjoy this too.” Jill explains, a wry smile on her face. “More importantly, how much we wanted you to be there with us.” You have no idea how to respond to Jill’s words. Your lips part to reply, but you don’t know what to say at first.
“Uhm. It was your honeymoon. I’m not supposed to be there.” Your chuckle is just as awkward. “If you want to go somewhere and you’d like to take me along, just ask.” You feel like explaining yourself as their smiles don’t reach their faces. They exchange a glance. You need to fill up this empty air so bad, you start fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You’re not sure why you feel so uneasy. Why would they be saying these things?
“Marrying didn’t make this any easier, and we’re sorry.” Clive says, and the uneasiness spreads inside of you.
“..Sorry for what?”
“Excluding you.” Jill adds.
“What, it’s a honeymoon? Like, a trip specifically for the two of you.” You reply, giving them a puzzled look.
“Let me clear the table, Clive. We have to spell this out for her.” They chuckle, and you clench your fists.
“Come on, spit it out, you’re weirding me out.” You say, eyes trained on Clive as Jill stands up and goes to the kitchen.
“Hang on, let me help Jill first.” And they’re letting you sit there, like water boiling in a kettle. A drop of sweat drips down your back. They’re not making any sense. Clive and Jill are acting weird. After a little while, the table is cleared and Jill appears with dessert. Which wasn’t on the takeout list as far as you remembered. Your favorite ice cream is placed on the table, delicately pushed toward you by both of them. You weren’t really in the mood for Haagen dazs though.
“Thanks, but-” They’re nervous. What the fuck is going on. Their cheeks are flushed. An expectant twinkle in both their eyes. You look at the dessert. A similar ring to their wedding rings is placed on top of whipped cream. Your gaze shifts to Jill. Then to Clive. Expectantly, they’re waiting for you to speak, while you actually want to hear something from them. “Explain yourselves. Spell it out for me.” You say.
“There’s no ‘us’ without you.” Jill says. You’ve heard that before. Whispered in your ear. You flinch, once again staring at the ring. It’s gold, no doubt. Three small diamonds encrusted in the middle.
“We wanted this to be more than what it is right now. We’ve been talking, and this is what we thought would be perfect.” Clive adds. The whipped cream is melting, and you can no longer avoid picking it up. You take the liberty to lick the cream off and stare at it once more. It feels difficult to look at Jill and Clive at the moment. The ring feels rather heavy. Should you be filled with happiness? Honestly, it’s hard to. Thoughts are swirling your mind, and the first you blurt out;
“You want me to be your third wheel?” You’re aware it’s not a nice way to put it. This whole situation reminds you of the first time you met Jill, and they sprung a threesome request on you. Seeing their faces fall fills you with anxiety. “What are you guys thinking? How would this even work? And, have you ever considered what I think about this?” You bombard them with questions, overwhelmed and uneasy with the whole situation. You remember being ecstatic for Jill on that beach patio. Your cheeks flush in anger. What the fuck is this? They come back from their honeymoon and slide me a ring?
“I-” Jill starts, but you’re not having it.
“You know what, I have work tomorrow. Thank you for the dinner, it’s time for me to go. Seriously, you didn’t expect me to say yes to whatever this is right? Not sure what kind of drugs you did over there-”
“H-hey.” Jill’s eyes glaze over, and Clive tries to interrupt you.
“Not today. I’ll call you when I feel like myself again.” You’ve never been angry with them. Irritated maybe, but always in good measure.
“L-Let me drive you home.” Clive tries, reaching out for your hand. His face is crestfallen, and you spare yourself the view.
“No thank you. My bike is outside.” In a final move of frustration, you leave the keys you have of their house next to the ring and molten ice cream. Jill is silent when you close their front door behind you.
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You know you’ve been a total jackass to them. Of course this was all well intended. This was a proposal for something more than what currently was. Still, how could they spring this on you like this? They never spoke about it with you before. They just got married for fucks sake. “Gods, my mother was right, I’m a total weirdo.” Your vision is blurry as you bike home. Ugly crying on a bicycle is a first for you. “Why be involved with a married couple like that? And I’ve been warned not to keep in touch with old clients. Argh… Everything is fucked up…” Your voice falls, just like the tears from your face. “...I… I don’t want to lose them…”
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Jill stares at the molten dessert in front of her. Not having moved from her seat in what seemed to be ages. “...It’s my fault. I’ve been doing this since I met her, jumping to conclusions.”
“No, Jill, don’t blame yourself.” Clive replies. “We both were expecting something else. She was right, we should’ve talked about this first.”
“Clive, I’ve never seen her like that. She… was distraught. Furious with us.”
Clive falls silent. “...Shouldn’t she be home already? Did you text her?”
“I did, but she’s not responding to my messages..” Clive bites his lip.
“Fuck. I don’t want to make it worse, but I’m worried something happened.”
“..What if we had asked in a nice location? Hinted more before?” Jill wonders.
“Love, she always texts back right?”
“..Yeah… but she’s probably ignoring us. I get that.” Jill says, her gaze finally on her husband and away from the ice cream.
“But what if that’s not the case? I’m worried.” Jill only nods as Clive grabs his keys. Maybe they both need to reflect on this in their own way.
“Be careful. Don’t make this worse.” Jill warns, a wry smile on her face.
...
“Fuck.” Clive bashes his steering wheel, as if that would bring some sort of relief. They'd messed it up. They were so excited about the proposition that they hadn't considered you saying no. Or at least, not like this. “Please, don't be angry with us.” His voice softens, almost pleading. As if you could hear him. God knows he'd get on his knees in front of your door to beg for forgiveness. Beg to open the door and tell him you still wanted to be around him and Jill. “...Please.” His arms fall to the side before he gathers the energy to start the engine.
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Relieved, he's almost at your place. His worries were for nothing, and now he was going to debate if he would ring the bell. I'm going to. I need to see her. He wanted to wrap his arms around you. Apologize for how it went. That you didn't have to do anything you didn't want. And you'd never be the third wheel. Hell, he and Jill wanted you to move in with them. He was still excited about that.
Clive pulls up your street. Immediately, his mind goes into overdrive. There's a few people gathered on the street on the other side. Clive's heart starts racing as he parks close by and bolts out the car, closing it while he runs over to the commotion.
“Did you see what happened?”
“No, I already called an ambulance.”
“Is she breathing?”
“I'm a cop, let me help!” Clive approaches, and three people step aside to let him pass. There are splotches of blood splattered on the concrete. Clive's eyes widen in frozen panic as he sees you splayed out and groaning in pain. Your bike is mangled, and one of your legs is definitely in an unnatural position. “H-hey-!” Tears spring from his eyes as he bolts towards you, and the woman sitting next to you steps back as Clive flashes his badge.
“Ambulance should be here in a few minutes.” She says, but Clive doesn't register it yet. That's you on the concrete. You were shouting at him mere minutes ago. You're bleeding from the head, and you're gripping your left arm.
“S-sunshine! It's me, can you hear me?” Your eyes are shut tight, and Clive reaches out, but retracts again. He doesn't want to hurt you even more than he already did.
“W-who..” You stammer, body twitching.
“Oh damn, they’re acquainted..” Someone whispers, and Clive pays it no mind.
“I didn’t know she was friends with a police officer.”
“Relationship maybe?”
It was downright disturbing the way some neighbors casually started gossiping in the back, only there for sensation and drama. Clive gritted his teeth, jaw taut with irritation and adrenaline. Don’t make this worse. Wise words from Jill crossed his mind, and he slowly exhaled, squeezing your bloodied hand with his. “It’s me, Clive. You’ll be okay. There’s help on the way.” He could hear the sirens from far away.
“...Clive.” You muttered his name, as if it was foreign.
“Please, hang on. Talk to me.” Anything to keep you awake.
“...” You weren’t talking, only breathing heavily. Clive’s focus was on you, and only you. Even when one of the bystanders had the audacity of taking pictures. He’d get those later.
Ambulance personnel were quick on the scene, getting you on a brancard.
“Are you her family?” The driver asked as the other two carefully performed first aid.
“..No. Friends.” Clive replies curtly.
“Does she have family that you could reach out to?” Clive shakes his head once more. For different reasons than Jill, you weren’t in contact with yours. Thinking about Jill, he needed to contact her.
“I’ll drive behind you. Which hospital are you going?” After Clive received the information he needed, he called Jill.
“Jill… She was in an accident. Got hit by a van that didn't stop.” Clive sounds defeated, as he makes the call from his car.
“Is she okay?!”
“..She'll need surgery.”
“... I'm coming. Which hospital?” Jill replied resolutely. Clive shares the information, and gets the engine started afterwards. No need to get into an accident himself. His hands were shaking, but it wasn't going to stop him.
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Clive and Jill wait until you're out of surgery. “This is our fault.” Jill whispers, voice trembling.
“..She got hit by a car, Jill. It didn't stop.” Clive replies with facts, a solemn look on his face as his trembling hands fold in his lap. He shifts in his seat, wondering how long it would still take.
“Even so.” Jill replies, clenching her fists. “I feel awful. I’d never think she'd see herself as a third wheel. That's on me. We're married, Clive. How could I not imagine her feelings?” Clive falls silent. They both stare at the ring on their left hand.
“Should I not have asked you to marry me? I feel like this is all my fault.” His breath hitches. “I-I thought nothing would change, we could just-”
“Have her third wheeling.” Jill concludes. They both fall silent.
“Where is my daughter? I heard she was in an accident-” The nurse who guides a familiar looking woman to the array of plastic chairs is undoubtedly your mother. While Clive and Jill never met her, there was no mistaking it. You had a striking semblance to her. They both freeze in their seats. “I’m her emergency contact, where is she?” Defeated, Jill lowers her head. You had brought this up once. That you needed a new emergency contact.
“...Did she ever change it to one of us?” Jill whispers to Clive.
“I wouldn't be surprised if she changed it back after we got married…” Clive sounds just as defeated. “As if that would change our relationship-”
“Perhaps that's exactly what she thought.” Jill interjects.
...
“Surgery is done. You can see her now.” They both look up at a doctor. “Are you her family?” The doctor lists your name, and before Jill can speak, it's your mother who joins.
“That would be me. Please show me where she is.” She doesn't even consider the fact that Clive and Jill are acquainted. Doesn't spare them a glance as the doctor nods.
“Can we come too? We're her friends.” Clive speaks up, quicker to act under tension.
“That is fine. She has a concussion, so please refrain from talking loudly or opening the curtains.” Jill sees your mothers face flash with irritation for a brief moment. Now she understands why you kept calling her a ‘vapid bitch’.
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The room is silent, except for the soft beeping of the heart monitor. It's dark, barely able to make out features. Your mother had taken the spot on the bed immediately, and Jill and Clive resigned to a pair of plastic chairs once more. Your right leg is in a cast up until your thigh, with metal pins sticking out. The left arm is casted as well, resting on your stomach. Thick bandages wrapped around your head, eyes woozy from medication. “How are you feeling? I knew you hadn't cut me off forever, seeing that I was still your emergency contact. God must’ve brought us together.” Clive's knuckles turn white from anger. With gritted teeth, he forces himself to stay silent. Jill does her best to stay composed for different reasons. Her heart is on the verge of breaking. If they hadn't served you that ring, none of this wouldn't have happened.
“...Mother.” Your voice sounds so terribly weak. A growl in your throat.
“I’m here, my daughter.”
“...Where are Clive and Jill? I remember Clive being there after I got hurt.”
“We're here.” Clive replies fast, getting up to approach from the other side.
“How are you feeling?” Jill chokes back a sob, feeling confident enough to join Clive.
“Terrible.” You groan. “I just had the weirdest dream. We had Chinese, and at the end you slid a ring towards me, telling me you wanted to be more than friends. Crazy right? Felt so real too.” Both Clive and Jill fall terribly silent.
“That's-” Jill starts, but stops when Clive squeezes her hand.
“H-ahah that's nice. How would that even work?” Clive says, voice pitched high.
“I don't know…Anyway, I’m glad you're here. I can't really see you at the moment, but I'm happy to hear your voices.”
“Sweetheart-” Your mother starts. You already groan.
“I’m still me, mom. Why would you even come after cutting me out of your will?”
“That's- That was a lie.” She stutters, expression invisible in the dark. “I always waited for you. For the day you stopped doing the devil's work.” Both Clive and Jill were aware why you went no contact with your family. Too religious to accept you for who you are. “You even have decent friends now.” She continues, placing her hand on your casted one. “Married and without any obnoxious piercings and face tattoos.” A pregnant silence fills the room. Your friends don't speak up, hearts beating loudly. That same doctor enters the room, taking out your chart from the end of the bed.
In short, you were staying there for two weeks until the pins could be removed from your leg, and the worst of the concussion would be over. Jill took care of the insurance paperwork with you, while Clive gathered and supplied the needed evidence from bystanders to file a hit-and-run with his precinct. No one was ready to breach the difficult topics. Your mother stayed in a hotel nearby, visiting every day, trying to better your relationship. Until you finally could go home, and decided you had enough of your mother’s smothering attention.
Sitting straight up in dimmed lights while a wheelchair was being fetched, your mother tries small talk while Clive and Jill silently listen in from the side. “Where do you live? How will you take care of yourself?” You're silent for a moment, unwilling to share your address. One of the reasons why you moved in the first place. A fresh start. “I can call a taxi and we can go together-” You wince. Jill knows Clive wants to interfere. She watches his Adams apple bob.
“We could take care of you. Jill and I have plenty of overtime.” He blurts out.
“We’d be happy to.” Jill adds.
“That's not-” Your mother already protests. “She needs help with bathroom visits, food, showers. She needs her mother! Not friends- not a married man.” At first glance, your mother's comments are valid. Clive falls silent, gaze lowering to the bed. Jill bites her lower lip.
“Mom.” Your voice is stern. Clive gets goosebumps. “They are my friends. They’ve been there for me ever since I met them.”
“B-but-”
“You blocked my number.” Your voice is calm, a slow smile creeping up on your face. Jill recognizes it. That's your mean face. Your face when you bully her and Clive into submission. She shivers. “Besides, they’ve seen me naked already.” Your mother's face is one of shock. “They fucked me. And I fucked them.” A tooth showing smirk. “I tell them when to cum, mom. If they want to take care of me, I let them.”
“They are married!” Your mother looks at Clive and Jill in horror. Then back to you when they nod. “You haven't changed at all, you horrible child! You will go to hell!” She shrieks, and you take the spit that leaves her lips as she rips her hand from yours. “I shouldn't have come here! I'll make sure they remove me from your emergency contacts!” Her voice gets louder, and your ears ring. Headache is rapidly building, and you wince at her words. Clive is swift in pressing the nurse button.
Jill stares down the older woman. “You better leave before I’ll have you removed.” She threatens.
Your mother flees the scene immediately. Another silence that's broken by a tired chuckle passing from your lips. “Thank god you guys are here. I didn't know what to do if my mother would take over my apartment and my life for the upcoming weeks.” You face them, eyes glazing over. Jill and Clive are already holding back tears.
“We're taking you home.” Clive promises, grabbing your hand.
“We're going to make it as comfortable as we can. I’m actually looking forward to a relaxing holiday with you.” Jill chimes in.
“You just came back from one.” Your nose scrunches.
“This will be different.” She promises.
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Jill and Clive take turns each day to get you dressed, help you with showers, bathroom breaks, grocery shopping, and making food. It's not bad, but your mind is still wonky. Lack of movement, and the whole situation introduce depressed episodes and lack of motivation. Jill lingers, when she is about to leave. She watches you stare at the ceiling, not settled in your bed at all. “...When was the last time you took care of yourself?”
“..Excuse me?”
“You heard me, sunshine.”
“Don't remember.” You say, and she doesn't get the idea that you're lying. “Forgive me for not being in the mood.” You shrug, sarcasm lacing your voice.
“I could help you out if you want.” Jill replies, calmly. But there's a twinkle in your eyes that you recognize.
“You just helped me put on pajamas.” You refute. The argument is rather weak. And Jill moves in, climbing on the bed. Your eyes narrow when she softly pushes you back on the bed.
“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” She starts. The hard way being restrained, fully nude, begging until Jill deemed you honest enough.
“Easy.” You swallow. Her hand is quick to slip in your shorts. Into your panties. Two fingers circling your clit as she watches your responses.
“That's it.” She cooes, seeing your face flush. Lying on your back with your hair fanned out on your pillow, it doesn't take long before your hips buckle. Jill slips in her two fingers between your now wet folds, thumb still assaulting your sensitive hardened nub.
“J-Jill-” A hitched breath makes her smile.
“Want me to call Clive? He was worried about you.” Jill says, slowing her rhythm.
“No need.” You gasp, as she curls her fingers inside, and your free hand squeezes the sheets.
“You're very wet for someone who isn't in the mood.” Jill comments with a smile. You manage to roll your eyes. Freeze when you hear your front door unlock.
“Y-you..” It doesn't take long for Clive to enter your room, a wide smile on his face. A puppy ready to play.
“Oh yeah, I lied. I already called him earlier.” Her fingers slip from your leaking cunt, and your groan. “You deserve better than a quick handjob.” Jill moves back, taking off her shirt.
…
You're a naked starfish, fanned out on your bed. “You know I’m just going to be lying around like this right?” You say, raising your eyebrow. Clive watches Jill undress, as she climbs on top of you. His cheeks flushed, smile on his face.
“Let us know if it hurts anywhere, okay?” Jill says, straddling your face between her thighs.
“Yeah.” You murmur, wrapping your free arm around her leg as your tongue gets to work. Lapping her folds, collecting her juice before prodding her entrance. She eagerly watches you, licking her lips. She's gotten way more confident with you over the years. She knows what you like and are willing to do, and is brazen enough to take what she wants. Clive takes the rear, filling your pussy to the brim with his cock. Same for him. You sigh contently when you feel Clive. He became proactive in asking for what he wants, instead of letting you have your way with him. And in return, he is confident in his skills and making you feel good. His hands softly caress your hips as he starts moving.
“You warmed her up so nicely for me, Jill.” He breathes, pulling out until the tip, before slowly sliding back in to the hilt. Then he speeds up. Quicker, but still careful with his hips. Your moans against Jill make him smile.
“I think she missed it.” Jill replies, grinding her hips against your face. She's dripping over your chin as you continue to eat her out, and her moans paint a smile on your face.
“S-shut up.” You grumble. “I’m just going along with your setup.” Your voice is muffled, and it makes Jill chuckle.
“F-fuck I’m close.” Clive curses, pulling out. He wants to last longer.
“Want to switch, Jill?”
“Sure.” She gets off, watching your glistening face with a smile. She knows where to find the box of toys under your bed. Clive approaches.
“H-hey, wash that before you go near my mouth.” You say sternly. “I don't need to taste myself.”
Clive chuckles. “As you wish, princess.” He retreats to the bathroom. Jill doesn't waste time, taking out a massive purple glittery double sided dildo. Only used once before and you both were sore the next day. Still, she doesn't hesitate, shoving it up her dripping pussy. Positioning where Clive just sat, she aligns the other side with your entrance.
“That pent up huh?” You comment, watching with bated breath.
“Right back at you, sunshine.” Jill says, splitting you open with a gentle thrust.
“Ffuck!” You both need a moment. Clive returns, enjoying the view.
“I think I could come from watching this alone.” He comments, not knowing where to look. Taking a moment, he sits on the edge of the bed and watches Jill push you into the bed with her hips. A few thrusts to get accustomed to the size. Her skin is glistening with sweat, enjoying herself. She doesn’t mind Clive watching at all. “Then again, I would have cleaned myself up for nothing.” Clive signals to Jill he wants to turn you a little. Head off the bed, pillow sprucing up your upper back.
Afterwards, Jill continues her pace, less gentle than Clive as she is chasing a high she hasn’t reached for a while. If that’s because of work or you, you don’t know. A gasp escapes your lips as her hands tightly grip your waist, pushing deep. You open your mouth for Clive, as he pushes his tip where it wants to be. Hands reach for your breasts. Pulling and pinching. You're gently assaulted from both sides, approaching climax. Both pushing to the limit. Clive's balls almost reach your face, and you groan at how far he's going.
He's close, picking up the pace. Sweat drips from his jaw, as he watches Jill pound into you. He smiles, knowing he won’t last long. “Tap three times if I go too far.” He utters, brows furrowing. He watches Jill play with your and her clit. When your hand doesn't move, he moves to grip his own cock through your throat. “Fuck, you're amazing.” After a few thrusts, he pulls out to shoot his load on your tits. You gasp for air, right on time for your own orgasm.
“Ahh- Shit-fuck-” Your body tenses, broken bones protesting. Jill is picking up her pace riding through your high before she tenses up too and comes undone.
“Y-yes that's it-” She moans. A moment passes where the three of you take some time to recover.
“Are you okay?” Clive checks in with both of you after a moment. You briefly nod, eyebrows creased. Jill is panting, her face a rare dark shade of red. A shudder goes through her as she pulls out the toy with effort. They both watch you. Covered in cum, cunt still stuffed with the dildo, panting as you would after a run. “Should we just leave her like this.” Clive jokes, and your eyes shoot open.
“I swear-”
“Just kidding sunshine.” He holds up his arms in surrender.
“I already helped with showering today, so you're up.” Jill says to Clive.
“Just get me a washcloth will you? Showering is too much effort.” Clive does the honor of removing the toy as Jill fetched a washcloth with soap. Then cuddle for some time with you in the middle. Resting on your shoulders, arms wrapped around your waist. You couldn't refuse this time. They're flush against you, the bed simply not big enough. When the haze in your head slowly fades, something eats away in the back of your mind. Was that dream you had really a dream?
All goes as planned. Kind of. Clive takes care of business, and you, when your provided distraction is a bit more than he anticipated. Chapter 19 of The Dragon of Rosaria is up. Little separate snippet below.
Clive Rosfield x female reader
Warning for a little fluff, blood and a dash of gore.
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Feral
“Step forward, branded.” She says, like you’re a piece of fruit to be inspected. Cold sweat drips down your back. Way to go smartass, you volunteered, and now look at the consequences. You do as she asks. “She looks okay, don’t you think?” She inquires with her companion.
“Healthier than the others.” The guard remarks. No shit, I’m the only one having had three meals a day. Fingers crossed that Clive would appear soon. If they liked you enough and bought you, there was no guarantee that you would be found again.
“Open your mouth, branded.” Then she looks at a seller approaching, interested in helping the sale. “What is her element and how much does she go for?”
“Fire, 125000 gil. Her previous master told me that her body works.” You’re not opening your mouth, and the woman furrows her brow. Your hand is sweaty.
“Did you not hear me? Open your mouth.”
“I’m not deaf.” You say, staring at her. There’s a silence that falls, the bearers standing next to you froze on the spot. What were you doing? Asking for punishment? “I heard you perfectly fine the first time, and have decided not to open my mouth. You’re not worthy of my skills.” Your throat is dry, but you’re calmer than expected. The lady in front of you wastes no time in slapping you in the face. Your eyes shut briefly, the sting in your cheek making you grit your teeth. There’s a moment of clarity when you open your eyes, glaring at her. As everything seems to go in slow motion, you see the seller lunging for you. The bodyguard watching with a smirk. Shouts in the distance. And you go feral. With a growl, you pounce the lady in front of you, sinking your teeth into her throat. You topple her, as she loses her footing due to shock. Blood splurts from her neck as you bite harder, eyes hard. There’s a growl erupting from your throat, muscles taut. The seller kicks you in the face, pushing you away from your victim. But not without a piece of her flesh in your mouth, inadvertently caused by his assault. Blood drips off your chin, a curdling scream heard next to you. Bearers are screaming and running, caught by the sellers by their rattling chains.
It’s all becoming a blur to you, one side of your face swollen, white hot pain behind your eye. Still, your gaze is on the lady that tried to buy you. She’s bleeding out, and choking on the crimson erupting from her neck. Frozen, you watch as tears escape via her temples, last breath out as the life fades from her eyes. It’s not the sword that kills people. It’s you. The bodyguard is slower than you thought, visibly shocked by what just happened before pelting on you. “This fucking bitch-” Kicking you repeatedly in your stomach when his source of income vanished.
“Urgh!” You let him, your arm over your face to cover what’s most important. The growl escaping your throat makes him flinch, knowing that you’re not down yet. There’s a flash of fire, a body hovering over you. Your arm moves to check.
“I’ve got it from here.” Clive says, scanning his surroundings. Bright crimson wings erupt from his back, enveloping the two of you briefly before fanning out to hit the bastards close to you. You watch in awe, feeling like you can breathe again. Your stomach hurts like mad, but for a moment, that all seems to vanish. Clive is quick, sword piercing and slashing everyone who is not in chains. Even with your busted face, you see him work with sharp precision. Knowing it’s futile, you still call out:
“If you want to be safe, come sit near me!” Ridiculous to think that any one of them would, but to your surprise, the ones that were standing next to you come running back. And they shout to the others. It seems your whispers had some effect. Huddled together, you watch as Clive takes care of business.
“A-are you with him?” One of the bearers asks.
“Yes. We came to free you. We have food and a place to stay if you wish.” Same as you told a few others in the afternoon. She's wary, but no longer seems afraid. A few moments later, quiet returns to the forest. Clive is covered in blood, and quickly approaches you with a little tin in hand. Swiftly, he removes his glove.
“This will sting a little.” You're still in chains, but Clive is focussed on your bruised face and swollen skin. You can't see from your right eye at the moment. Gazing up at him in his crouched position, you give him a puzzled look.
“Do you not want to address them first? I'm okay.”
“They can wait.” A greenish salve is gently padded on your skin, and you hiss when it stings more than a little. “That was quite the distraction you provided for me.” He starts.
“.I… didn't meant to do that. Something in me refused, and I..” You fall silent, gaze averted from the person that you killed. Clive waits, observing you. “I killed her. Like a rabid dog.” You don’t know where to look. Your mind is spinning, and you're doing your best to keep your breakfast inside. Clive is gentle in moving your chin back up.
“We'll talk about it later if you wish. I would've killed her anyway. And it's not like you had your arms available.” He's not even joking. He removes your chains with a set of keys before moving on to everyone else. About ten Branded excluding you remain. A few have fled the scene, which under the circumstances makes sense. You rub your throat, letting out a sigh. Slowly, you rise, stretching out your arm.
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