For the next two weeks, with the third-years away, my life settled into an intimate, intense new routine with Gianna. Mornings began with us waking up together, often moving straight to the bathroom for a shared bath. Then it was breakfast with the rest of the first-years. Classes filled the day, but even during the academy's hours, our passion found outlets; sometimes, we'd sneak into a quiet corner or an empty classroom between lessons for a quick, illicit moment of closeness. Gianna grew even more clingy, her presence a constant, warm weight beside me. And every night, without fail, we'd be together, lost in each other's embrace until exhaustion claimed us.
One particular night, as Gianna and I were lost in a moment of intense intimacy, her body trembling with rising emotion, the sound of my door being pushed open abruptly cut through the air. My heart seized, a cold dread washing over me. Someone had come into my room.
My eyes shot to the doorway. Standing there, silhouetted against the dim hall light, her familiar white hair a stark contrast to the gloom, was Selyra.
The sudden appearance of Selyra in my doorway, catching Gianna and me in that vulnerable, intimate moment, froze the very air in my room. Gianna instantly stilled, her body tensing above me, a silent gasp caught in her throat.
Selyra's eyes, usually so full of warmth, were now narrowed, fixed intently on us, glinting with a dangerous calm. A low, controlled voice, sharp as ice, cut through the silence. "So, this is what you do without me." She closed the door behind her with a soft click, a sound that seemed to echo ominously in the small space, and then stepped further into the room, her gaze never leaving us.
I quickly scrambled to sit up, pulling Gianna with me, trying desperately to cover her with the blanket. "I'm sorry, Selyra," I stammered, my voice tight with a mix of guilt and surprise. Gianna remained utterly silent, her head bowed, her body pressed against mine, trembling slightly.
"It's my fault," I insisted, trying to take all the blame, my voice pleading. "I forced her to do it."
Selyra's gaze remained unblinking, unreadable. Then, a slow, almost pitying smile touched her lips, a subtle shift that sent a shiver down my spine. "I understand," she said, her voice softer now, though still laced with an edge of steel. "You grew frustrated without someone to share intimacy with when I was away." Her eyes then hardened, a flash of her usual possessiveness returning, burning with a fierce light. "But I'm back now. And you belong to me."
The tension in the room remained thick, a heavy cloak of unspoken words, but now it had shifted, taking on a new, unexpected quality. "So, do you love her or me?" Selyra demanded, her voice sharp, cutting through the heavy silence, each word a challenge that hung in the air.
"I love you both," I confessed, the truth undeniable in that moment, my gaze moving between them.
Selyra insisted, her voice rising slightly, "You must choose."
"I can't," I said, looking between them, a desperate plea in my voice.
A flicker of frustration crossed Selyra's face, but then, surprisingly, it softened. A new idea seemed to bloom in her eyes, transforming her expression. "I don't mind sharing you," she stated, her gaze sweeping from me to Gianna, a possessive claim in her tone. "But how about her?"
Gianna, still shyly hidden behind me, slowly lifted her head. Her eyes, wide and uncertain, met Selyra's, and after a long moment, she offered a small, hesitant nod, a silent, trembling acceptance.
Selyra seemed taken aback, clearly not expecting such immediate acceptance. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her lips, softening into genuine warmth, yet still holding a hint of playful victory. She came closer to the bed, her movements fluid and purposeful. Without a word, her gaze fixed on me, then on Gianna, she began to shed her clothes, the fabric whispering to the floor. She was as unclad as Gianna and I, her body a vision of alluring curves.
The air in the room crackled with a new, charged energy, a mix of apprehension and undeniable curiosity. Gianna, still trembling slightly, looked at Selyra, her eyes wide. "Selyra," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "what... what are you doing?"
Selyra's gaze, now filled with a deep, knowing warmth, turned to her sister. She reached out, her hand gently cupping Gianna's cheek. "Sharing, little sister," she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur, "sharing our Void Prince. You don't mind, do you? He's quite... accommodating." Her thumb stroked Gianna's cheek, and then, with a fluid motion, Selyra leaned down and kissed Gianna passionately on the lips. The sight, the unexpected intimacy between them, sent a jolt of complex emotion, of surprise and a strange, compelling fascination, coursing through me. Gianna's body stiffened for a moment, then, with a soft gasp, she leaned into Selyra's touch, her own lips parting in a silent invitation. A low moan escaped Gianna's throat as Selyra's hand moved, her fingers delicately finding Gianna's heated skin, exploring with a tender yet insistent touch. The room seemed to grow warmer, the tension shifting into a palpable, shared anticipation.
Selyra then pulled my hand, bringing it to join hers, a silent invitation to a new, shared intimacy. My fingers brushed against Gianna's heated skin, and a soft gasp escaped Gianna's lips as she leaned into Selyra's touch, lost in the sensation. Selyra's eyes, bright with a new, shared joy, met mine, her lips still warm from Gianna's kiss. As I was drawn into their embrace, a wave of exhilarating sensations washed over me, a complex blend of desire and profound connection. My hands found their place, exploring the curves of both women, their bodies pressing close, a symphony of soft sighs and whispered breaths filling the room, a shared dance of intimacy unfolding around me.