Of Trails and Snails | Chapter 4: The Red Room (NSFW)

 They shuffled up the ramp to the second floor. Jack struggled to keep his hands to himself—especially when Skye’s fingertips brushed his lower back or Mia reassuringly touched his shoulder. When they reached the top, Skye moved to the front of the line and found the room with the matching red ribbon nailed to the door. With a quick flick of her wrist, she unlocked the handle and pushed inside. Mia waved a grouping of fireflies inside, and the flittering bugs took their place inside the empty lamps. Their golden glow threw the occupants’ shadows against the wall.

Jack slammed the door behind him and spun the lock until it clicked into place. He tore his tunic over his head, tossing it to the floor before moving toward the girls. Snatching the hem of Skye’s tank top, he yanked it over her arms and neck, throwing it to join his discarded tunic. She hadn’t bothered wearing a bra.

“Were you planning on this all night?” Jack growled, eyes locked on her smooth breasts and dark nipples.

“Maybe.” Skye trailed her fingers down his chest with a lascivious smile.

Every nerve in his body felt like a live wire—triggering with the barest of touches. He shivered. He raised his arm to touch Skye, but she caught him by the wrist a hair’s breadth from her skin.

“I’m in charge, remember?” Skye purred. Her tongue was still thick with alcohol.

Jack grunted in frustration. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”

“That’s because you forgot your place.” Skye nibbled his fingertips, and he gasped. “Now turn around.”

Jack frowned but did as she commanded. He wasn’t in a place to argue. Mia was there to greet him, her face flushed and breathing fast. Her quivering hands dropped to his belt buckle, and she worked at the latch.

“Why so nervous?” Jack asked, cupping Mia’s delicate face in one hand.

“I’m…I’m not nervous.” Mia bit her lower lip and raised her hungry gaze to meet his. Her voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “I’m excited.”

The trace amounts of rationality he’d held onto after the darts struck him vanished with Mia’s voice. As soon as she undid his belt and fly, Jack stripped her dress over her head and divested her lacy bra. He slid one hand to the small of her back and the other behind her neck before enveloping one hard pink bud with his lips. The sweet taste of her skin and breathy moans made his heart race. He could feel her heartbeat beneath her chest and the goosebumps rising along her flesh.

“That’s a good boy, Jack,” Skye said behind him, discarding her skirt before yanking Jack’s trousers and underwear to his ankles.

He drew away from Mia and kicked his trousers to the side. Mia tilted his chin upward, locking her lips to his. Her tongue traced the line of his mouth, and he let her in, drinking in her scent.

Then they wrapped him at the same time.

It was a slow, methodical process. Beneath their skirts were more than just their sexes; the outside fringes of their bodies secreted a specialized lubricant that prepped both the giver and receiver in a mating ritual. They surrounded Jack’s lower half inside their warm folds, rocking against him while covering his skin in a slick, viscous liquid.

Mia’s body cradled his cock, her soft skin caressing and sliding around him without resistance. With each rotation of her hips, the plush lips of her cunt teased against his tip. When he tried to angle his hips to penetrate her, she outmaneuvered him and continued the tantalizing dance. Jack groaned into her mouth, massaging her breast with one hand while the other clung to a fistful of her hair. Fuck, just let me in.

“I told you that you’re too fast,” Skye whispered into his ear. “I can feel you trying.” She wrapped her hands around his chest, pressing herself against his thighs. “You should let me go first.”

Jack broke his kiss with Mia. “Then why…why make me turn this way?” His words caught in his throat when Mia hesitated, then swept her hips over him with a fresh coating.

“So, Mia can hold your legs.”

 He furrowed his brow. And then he felt it. A long, slick appendage separated his ass cheeks, sliding her lubricant around the untouched skin.

“Skye,” Jack hissed. “You’re not serious.”

“If you hate it, I’ll stop.” She bit into his shoulder while Mia kissed and licked at the curve of his neck. “But something tells me you won’t.”

A shuddering throb ran from Jack’s head to his toes. Mia wriggled her hips, sheathing the head of his cock inside her yielding body. “Maybe you’ll like it, Jack,” she purred.

“M-Mia—”

“Just once?” Mia churned him slowly, never allowing him to fully bury himself in her.

“Mhn… You two are dangerous.”

Mia giggled. She released the edges of her wrap and slid forward, welcoming him deeper until her hips kissed Jack’s. White spots exploded in Jack’s vision, and his teeth sank into her shoulder. She moaned in bliss, then reached inside Skye’s wrap and gripped the backs of Jack’s thighs.

“I’m waiting,” Skye purred. “Say you’ll take me.”

He was dizzy and starving with need. Skye could do whatever she wanted so long as they let him come. “Fine,” he breathed. “Do it.”

“Good.” Skye chuckled as the appendage plied at his opening.

Is that a damn tentacle?

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” Skye inched forward, and the slithering limb penetrated him. “You’re mine, Jack.”

Jack winced, then gasped as Mia lifted his legs around her hips and drew him deeper inside of her. Skye hugged her arms around his chest, her shaft invading his body further. It was a tight fit—tighter than Jack inside of Mia. But their sleek lubrications would have let her shove a fist inside him if she really wanted to. He squirmed against them, torn between the pleasure of Mia and the discomfort of Skye. Just as he was ready to tell Skye to stop, the limb’s heady end massaged against his prostate.

“Ah!” Jack couldn’t hold back his cry. His body throbbed and twitched as if Skye had tipped him over the edge, but he hadn’t orgasmed. It was a sensation he’d never felt before. “R-right there,” he rasped.

“Oh? You want me to stop?” Skye teased, thrusting against him again.

“Fuck! No!” He wrapped his legs tighter around Mia, relishing the soaked depths of her body.

“Say please.”

“Skye, b-be nice,” Mia stammered, kissing Jack on the cheek. Her lips felt cool on his face.

“No,” Skye snapped. She clawed her fingernails down Jack’s chest. “Say it.”

Being held between his girls and used like a toy should have emasculated him or, at the very least, embarrassed him. Maybe it was the darts, maybe it wasn’t. Jack had already started to memorize every detail of the encounter. “Please don’t stop, Skye.”

“See? Was that so hard?”

“No, but…I—” Jack hissed through his teeth. Mia’s body teased and tightened around him every time she exhaled. “You’ve got me on the edge.”

“That’s why we darted you, remember?” Skye said, her breath hot on his ear. “Give Mia all the seed you want. We’re not going anywhere.”

Mating with snailgirls wasn’t a race; it was a marathon.

Their darts kept him going until they climaxed, when they secreted a kind of antidote to the effects. It took hours to bring them to orgasm, and they would wrap him anew whenever necessary.

Having both Skye and Mia in control to move and play with him as they wished was a different exertion than Jack was used to—it was far less physical work than when he was on top, but submitting to the girls came with its own mental gymnastics.

Though the longer he remained sandwiched between them, the easier it was to let himself be used.

The climax was sudden and intense, curling his toes and numbing his lips. Mia leaned back against her shell, still slowly pumping him in and out while Skye continued to peg him. The dart’s effects ran hot in his blood, keeping his cock rigid and his libido unchecked. He held fast to Mia, living for her moan-soaked gasps, and relaxed into Skye’s advances.

“That’s a good boy, Jack.” Skye traced his ear with the tip of her tongue, and he shivered.

The wet, erotic noises of their coupling echoed against the walls and inside Jack’s ears. Skye dragged him into another climax, then a third. In the thick haze of pleasure, he lost track of time.

Sweat trickled down Mia’s face and throat, and Jack caught it with his tongue. Her damp hair clung to her back and his arms. Her chest slid against his as she moved, and Skye’s breasts pushed into his back. He fought for air between their searing bodies, succumbing to Skye’s praises and Mia’s begging for more.

“I-I’m coming!” Mia squealed. Her back arched, and her grip around his thighs tightened.

“Come for me, Mia,” Jack murmured against her skin.

“Together, then,” Skye said.

Jack shook his head. “I…don’t think I—”

Skye sped her rhythm, and Jack gasped. “You sure about that, Jack?”

Not anymore.

“Harder, Jack! Please!” Mia whimpered.

Jack pushed his knees to Mia’s shell and gripped her shoulders. Then he plunged into her, thighs sliding against her hands, and bucked against her with the last of his strength. Skye held fast to his chest, mirroring his movements. Mia’s convulsions and delicious cries thrummed beneath his skin. Skye’s climax exploded inside him, and he reciprocated inside Mia, quivering as he finally felt the dart’s effects evaporate. His heart pounded against his chest, and the room seemed to spin. Every inch of him throbbed and was covered in one fluid or another.

Mia and Skye gently moved Jack to the sole futon in the room, disentangling their bodies before setting him down.

“You…didn’t have to carry me.” Jack struggled to catch his breath as he pushed up to the pillows.

“Hm. Next time we’ll drop you on the floor, then,” Skye said, lying down on his right as Mia took to his left. Their shells remained parked at the edge of the futon, adding colorful swirls to an otherwise brown room.

“Skye.” Mia laughed, turning to face Jack. “Holding you like that was fun,” she murmured, brushing a strand of his dark hair away from his face. She blinked, then blushed. “I-I mean, only if you liked it. I’m sorry if you didn’t.”

“I think I did.” Jack yawned, reaching for one of the stacked blankets on the futon’s side. His whole body protested with his efforts. “But I can’t say no to that sweet face, Mia.”

She flushed and helped him collect the blanket in silence.

“Hey.” Skye touched his shoulder. “Did I push you too far?”

“No. I did like it.” Jack flicked the blanket from its folds and rested it over the three of them. While the girls usually slept standing up, they enjoyed cuddling him while he slept. He wasn’t about to tell them no. “Maybe too much.”

“No such thing as too much enjoyment,” Skye countered.

Jack chuckled and kissed her forehead. “You would have been right at home in Vegas.”

“Mm. I’m still glad you came here instead.” She wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Me, too!” Mia exclaimed, earning her a kiss on the cheek.

“That makes three of us.” Jack closed his eyes and listened to the sound of their breathing as he drifted off to sleep.