Page 24 of Grimoire Girls Expulsion

"Why would Helena even have lube?" Atlas asks the ceiling.

"Why does Helena have anything?" Felix calls from the hall, and he's back before I've stopped grinning, holding a small bottle up in triumph. I don't ask where it was, because I really don't want to know.

It takes a while to work out, and they go slowly. They talk me through it and talk to each other, which is new, and which I like more than I expected.

Ren lies down on his back on the blankets and pulls me over him, so I'm straddling his hips with my knees spread wide. He kisses me while he slides his fingers into my pussy, slow and patient. I feel him feel me open for him—feel how badly he wants this, hot and heavy behind my ribs, and feel him hold it back.

Behind me, Atlas pours lube over his fingers and over me. It's cold enough that I yelp, and Felix snorts. Atlas presses one thick finger into my ass, so slowly I barely feel it at first, and then I feel it. His other hand is spread across my lower back, steadying me.

"Breathe, Ev," he murmurs.

I breathe. He works me open with his fingers while Ren works me open with his, the two of them talking across me in low voices.

"How's that?"

"She's fine. Her heart's fine." Ren's fingers curl inside me, and my breath hitches. "She likes that."

"Yeah? How about this?"

I'm melting between them with my face in Ren's neck. Felix has stretched out beside us with his head propped on his hand, and he will not shut up.

"Lovely work, Atlas. Very thorough. Ren, she's dripping all over you, stop being polite and fuck her already." He reaches over and squeezes my ass, hard, and I moan into Ren's neck. "And you. I'm having this painted. Oils. Your ass in the air and your face in his neck, hung over the fireplace where everyone can see it."

"Shut up, Felix," Atlas growls.

Felix doesn't.

I reach over without looking and wrap my hand around his cock. It's hard and hot in my fist. He chokes on a word and swears, then goes quiet.

"That's one way to shut you up," I tell him.

I keep stroking him, slow, watching his face while he watches mine, his eyes wide and green and gone.

"Now," I beg. "Please. I'm ready, and if either of you makes me wait any longer, I'm going to scream."

Ren pulls his fingers out of me and lines himself up, and I sink down onto his cock. He's thick and hot, filling me slowly, his whole body shuddering under me. His heart and mine knock together behind my breastbone hard enough to hurt. We stay there while I kiss him, and he holds my face in both hands.

"Your heart jumped when you took me," he whispers against my mouth. "I felt it in my cock."

Then Atlas's hands are on my hips, and I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my ass.

He pushes in so slowly, his mouth against my hair. I hold my breath at how tight it is, a stretch and a burn and a pressure I've never felt before. "Breathe," Ren murmurs against my mouth. "Your heart's going like a rabbit's. Do you want him to stop?"

"No. Just—give me a second." I let out a shaky breath. "Don't move yet."

Atlas stops and waits. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck and waits, his whole body trembling with it, until I push back against him. Then he gives me a little more, and a little more, until he's all the way in.

I can't breathe at all. I'm so full of the two of them that nothing else is left in the world except them and the threads in my chest burning, the one to Atlas crackling and the one to Ren beating, so bright I can barely see.

"Fuck." Atlas's voice is rough and broken. "Fuck, Ev. I can feel him in you."

Under me, Ren makes a sound I've never heard from him, low and helpless. "I can feel you," he tells Atlas. "Through her. I can feel your heart."

"Don't stop," I tell them. "Don't you dare stop."

They don't. They find a rhythm between them, though it's clumsy at first—Ren laughs breathlessly into my shoulder when Atlas swears. Atlas draws back slow and deep while Ren pushes up into me, then the other way around, so that I'm never empty, and every stroke drags across some place inside me that makes me cry out. Ren's hands are on my breasts while Atlas's are on my hips, sparks jumping between his fingers and my skin, tiny and stinging. The whole room smells of sweat and sex.

"You're squeezing us so hard." Atlas's voice is low and wrecked against my neck. "Every time he moves, you clamp down on me. Fuck, Ev. You feel so good I can't see straight."