🌹MＯＵＴＨＳ, MＵＤ, MＡＤＮＥＳＳ🌹
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⚠️✧Content Warning✧⚠️ : NSFW (18+ content) • Threeway (f! yandere X you X m! yandere) • PIV • Semi-Public • Unprotected • Rain & Saliva as lube • Adult Themes • Yandere • F reader
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The sky was bruised purple and gray, heavy clouds dragging themselves low over the restless sea. Rain fell in teasing sheets, drumming on your clothes, plastering hair to your forehead, but it didn’t chase you away.
You had come here with them—Isaac and Lyra—drawn almost magnetically to this hill overlooking the waves, where the world felt isolated, raw, and charged with tension.
Isaac leaned against the jagged rocks, silver hair damp and plastered to his temples, crimson eyes scanning you like a hunter savoring prey. Calm, impossibly alluring, and dangerous in equal measure.
Lyra sat nearby, black hair darkened by rain, eyes glinting gray-red with that familiar soft, unnerving intensity, her gaze fixed entirely on you. She had always been quiet, precise, obsessively attentive, but now, standing here with the storm creeping closer, her presence felt almost alive—breathing, waiting, claiming.
How had you ended up here? It wasn’t sudden. You had known them for months—maybe years—though the boundaries of friendship, obsession, and desire had long blurred. Isaac had always been the dominating force, magnetic and possessive, while Lyra lingered at the edges, a shadow that followed you, soft and calculating.
Together, they were a storm themselves, and somehow, you were the eye of it. The rain fell harder, and Lyra rose gracefully, water dripping from her hair, her gaze never leaving yours. Isaac mirrored her movement, closing the distance until their heat surrounded you, pressing in from both sides.
Words weren’t necessary; the air itself hummed with unspoken promise, possession, and longing. Here, on this lonely hill, right before the storm broke, the three of you were utterly alone—and everything that had been simmering for so long... was about to ignite.
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Lyra laughed too loudly at nothing, her cheeks already flushed from wine, while you walked with your head lowered, pale hands clutching the hem of your skirt as if it could shield you from their gazes.
The air was swollen, heavy with the promise of rain. Clouds gathered thick and black above you, rolling like beasts over the horizon. Every step seemed to sink you deeper into the coming storm, and with each rumble of thunder, your heart pounded harder, not with fear but with the violence of desire.
When the first drops fell, Lyra tilted her face upward, letting them streak down her cheeks, her lips parting as if the rain itself were a lover’s kiss. You shivered beside her, shoulders trembling beneath the damp fabric of your blouse, strands of hair clinging to your neck.
Isaac watched you—one shameless, drenched in the storm’s embrace, the other fragile, trying to fold herself smaller, to hide.
Yet the air between you had thickened into something unbearable, charged like the sky, as though your bodies were only waiting for the lightning strike to release them.
It was Lyra who moved first. She laughed again—too sharp, too reckless—and dropped to her knees at your feet. At first it seemed like play, like drunken mockery, but then her cheek pressed against your thigh, a gesture too intimate, too raw.
Lyra crouched at your feet, pressing her face against your thighs as though for comfort. She nuzzled, lips brushing soft skin, trembling at the scent of sex rising between you.
You only gasped and tried to close your legs, shame and sobs breaking from your throat. But Lyra clutched harder, arms wrapped around your knees, yanking them open with a strength born of frenzy.
At first it was tender—cheek nuzzling, soft kisses along the inner flesh—but the tenderness was only the mask of something darker.
The moment she inhaled the scent of your sex, her body shivered, lips dragging higher until they brushed the swollen slit.
You froze, lips parted in a silent plea, and the storm above you growled louder, as if answering the secret that had finally broken free.
And then, with a sudden greed that stunned even Isaac, Lyra shoved her mouth directly into your cunt. Her tongue plunged greedily, lapping, slurping, nose buried against the wetness.
At first your cries were choked sobs, your hands covering your face, but your hips betrayed you—arching up, pushing your cunt into Lyra’s devouring mouth.
Each sob turned into a moan as Lyra sucked harder, tongue stabbing inside, lips grinding against the clit. Rain poured over you, plastering Lyra’s hair to your belly, streams of water carrying spit and juice down into the mud.
Lyra’s frenzy grew—moaning into your cunt as if trying to eat you alive, her cheeks shining with wetness, jaw aching, still not stopping. You clawed the earth, smearing your nails with soil, thighs trembling, cunt convulsing under Lyra’s hungry mouth.
Isaac couldn’t stay still. The sight of Lyra’s face buried in your sex, her moans vibrating inside the wetness, drove him into fury. He seized her by the hair, yanking her head back.
Her mouth dripped spit and cunt-juice, her lips swollen and shining. She whimpered but he forced her down again, grinding her face brutally against your slit, smearing her nose and mouth in filth.
You shrieked, thighs jerking open wider, torn between shame and the ecstasy of being devoured under force. Isaac kept Lyra pressed there until she was choking on wetness, swallowing moans and juices like punishment.
Lyra’s face was still smeared in your cunt when Isaac seized her, yanking her up by the hips and dragging her onto him. He shoved her thighs wide, her cunt glistening, rain and spit dripping down her lips. Without warning Isaac buried his face between them—tongue spearing into her, nose grinding her clit, devouring her as she had devoured you.
Lyra wailed, bucking on his face, her nails clawing your breasts as if to anchor herself. Her cunt pulsed against his tongue, spilling wetness into his mouth, the taste mixed with rain and mud as he licked her raw. Isaac didn’t give her a chance to breathe—he gripped her ass and forced her down harder onto his mouth, suffocating himself in her filth, lapping like an animal.
Beneath her, you writhed, still open, still wet, your body shaking from the neglect. Isaac reached down, hand sliding between your thighs, fingers plunging into your cunt without hesitation. You screamed into the storm, hips jerking violently as he rammed two fingers, then three, stretching you open, fucking you with his hand while Lyra rode his face above.
It became a mess—tongue hammering Lyra’s clit, fingers brutalizing your cunt, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. Rain poured down over you, washing spit, mud, and juices together, streaking your trembling bodies. Lyra ground harder, smearing herself across Isaac's face, while your cunt clamped and released around his knuckles, your cries muffled by Lyra’s mouth devouring yours.
Isaac devoured one while his hand wrecked the other—mouth filled with cunt, nose dripping with wetness, hand soaked in juices. Your bodies writhed together, stacked, smeared, lost.
When Lyra came, she convulsed violently, thighs crushing his head, her cunt spilling into his mouth, her cries drowned by thunder. At the same time, you screamed as his fingers forced you over, juices splattering his wrist, your body convulsing under Lyra’s weight. You came like twin sacrifices, collapsing against each other, ruined and glorious, still writhing as Isaac pulled back, spit and filth streaking his mouth, his hand dripping with your come.
Lyra collapsed off Isaac's face, gasping, lips swollen and dripping, while you writhed beneath her, cunt still twitching around his soaked fingers. He didn’t give you reprieve. Isaac dragged Lyra down by the hair until her mouth found his cock, her lips trembling around the thickness. You, dazed, followed blindly, latching to his balls, tongue worshipping, sucking greedily.
Two young mouths fought over Isaac— Lyra choking down his shaft, gagging on spit and rain, you licking beneath, your tongue rolling across the heavy sack, your lips dragging wet filth across his skin. You devoured him like animals, your moans vibrating into his flesh, every sound drowned by storm. Your hair hung in wet ropes, your cheeks smeared in spit, your mouths filthy with each other and now with Isaac.
But even as you fed on his cock, Isaac kept his hands on your thighs—forcing them open wider, shoving fingers between slippery folds, prying apart holes wet with saliva and come. His grip was monstrous, tearing them wider, stretching them like prey writhing in a predator’s claws. Yet the monster was nothing but his own movements—violent, obscene.
Lyra gagged, spit flooding down her chin, her lips reddened and raw, while you licked desperately beneath, drool and rain running together as you kissed and sucked his balls. Isaac thrust harder into Lyra's mouth, holding her hair tight, choking her with each push, even as his other hand tore at your thighs, his fingers splitting your cunt, juices dripping into the mud.
The storm howled above you, thunder crashing, lightning illuminating the scene—two mouths worshipping his cock, two cunts pried open by his hands, your bodies nothing but trembling flesh offered to lust.
Isaac dragged you into the filth, he spat thick into his palm, then smeared it across your swollen lips, pushing spit inside with his fingers, stretching you both until your cries rose sharp. He then forced your slippery bodies to align — you sprawled on your back in the mud, Lyra sprawled atop you, breasts flattening against breasts, thighs tangled.
Isaac knelt between your spread thighs and pressed his cock first into you, plunging deep, your body arching in shock, while Lyra writhed above you, grinding her cunt against your belly, dripping filth and rain into the seam of your sex.
Isaac hammered you deep, forcing Lyra’s belly down onto you, so every plunge crushed you closer together. With a violent jerk Isaac withdrew, ramming himself into Lyra next, splitting her open, his cock smearing your juices into her hole. You both cried out at once — one in penetration, one in pressure — your voices colliding, indistinguishable beneath the storm.
Lyra ground her hips down hard, her clit dragging across your skin as his thrusts shook her. Your hands clawed Lyra's ass, forcing her cunt lower so his cock could drive deeper.
Isaac drove forward, impaling you again, his cock splitting you while Lyra’s cunt pressed above, dripping and grinding against your belly. His hands forced Lyra’s hips lower until the wet seam of her slit smeared against the base of his cock each time he plunged into you.
The two of you gasped, clawing at each other’s breasts, sucking tongues, biting shoulders, while Isaac pounded harder, making your bodies shudder in unison.
Isaac's cock kept switching between you, pounding you until you clawed at Lyra’s back, then burying into Lyra until her cunt spasmed and spilled against your belly.
Your bodies bucked together, trapped beneath Isaac. At last he drove harder, faster, until both your bodies convulsed beneath him, your cunt clenching around his thrusts.
Isaac's climax tore through him violently — He spilled between you, over your cunts, into your hole, then back into Lyra’s, alternating as if consecrating you with filth. Semen ran thick, diluted instantly by rain, streaking over your thighs, down into the mud until the earth itself swallowed the excess.
You lay ruined beneath him, legs still pried apart, cunts still leaking, mouths still devouring each other. From there, the storm swallowed you whole...
