"What I have pnned," Jordan echoed. "Obviously, the first step is getting this pirl naked. So, up you go," she ordered Natalie. "In front of the bed." She pointed.

  Natalie stood as ordered. As she shuffled off the bed and walked over to the front, Jordan pulled Malice along to cuddle up where Natalie had been sitting a sed priainst the headboard. She leaned against Malice's shoulder, ing a hand around her waist—pressing her naked curves against the irl in a way that obviously flustered Maliot that flustering Malice was hard to aplish, but still, the wolfgirl was obviously enjoying the attention Jordan was giving her.

  "Look at that poor thing," Jordan mused to Malice, eyes on Natalie's tented skirt. "All twitg and begging for relief. It'd be kind of mean t this out even more … but then again, I'm not feeling especially onight. Are you?"

  "I wouldn't mind seeing how much we could make the Pack-Leader beg," Malice murmured. "She's dohat to me enough, after all. Retribution is always satisfying."

  Jordan gave her an amused look. "Wise words."

  It was a tragic exge for Natalie to hear, but if she'd survived for this long, she could st a little longer. Her saving grace was that she doubted Jordan and Malice would be able to keep their hands off of her forever, regardless of wanting 'retribution.'

  "Well? What are you waiting for?" Jordan asked. "Strip."

  Her stomach squirmed at the authoritative tone Jordan used, but she wouldn't say she was quite as flustered as, say, with Robin—or even Ana in that o down in the dungeon. Jordan was more than capable of melting Natalie into a puddle, but she wouldn't say she was genuinely intimidated. Maybe because she'd reduced her best friend to a quivering mess ooo many times, and likewise with Malice.

  So, while her cheeks burned red at pying the obedient toy, she had plenty of fidence remaining. She began to strip, but not as a flustered mess who couldn't meet Jordan's eyes; she made a show of it. As she pulled off her shirt and undid her skirt, she didn't rush, doing her best to tease Jordan and Mali return.

  The skin of her stomach came into view first, before her top and bra fell off, baring her breasts. Her skirt fell , leaving a straining coside too-small pahe throbbing member clearly visible in the fabriatalie took her time pulling those down too, her cock springing out in full glory. A small, shivering breath escaped her lips as it did so, her ag member havirapped for far too long. It enjoyed, perhaps too much, having two pairs of eyes locked on her. After all that teasing, even something as simple as being looked at felt inordinately satisfying—sending a thrill through her core that settled in her cock, throbbing pleasantly.

  "Poor thing," Jordaed, a bit breathlessly now. Losing some of its self-assuredness when faced with a very naked, very hard Natalie. "Bet you'd really like to get some relief, huh?"

  Natalie raised an eyebrow.

  "You speak," Jordan said amusedly.

  "Wouldn't mind a hand, that's for sure," Natalie said. "Don't think I'll be getting that lucky though."

  Jordan smirked. "No, you won't. Give it a squeeze for me."

  Natalie obeyed, and lost some of her fidence when the sensation of her hand ing around her ade her breath hitd her eyes flutter closed. Yeah. She was more than a 'little' pent up.

  "Yonna have to work for it, if you want our help," Jordan said. "This for that. It's only fair." She hummed, tapping a finger on her lips as she turo Malice. "So. Time to put her to work. You want her mouth first?"

  "What?" Malice replied distractedly, eyes lingering on Natalie—specifically on her exposed, standing-at-attention cock.

  Jordan rolled her eyes. "You're worse than me, somehow," she said. "Focus." She snapped her fingers in front of Malice's face. "Doesn't time basically skip between enters, for you? So it hasn't evehat long since you two fucked?"

  "Hm?" Malice asked again, only slightly more focused, clearly not paying attention.

  Jordan huffed. "Fine, yes, you're definitely going first. You'll do something reckless if you don't. Lay down, puppy."

  The word 'puppy', at least, drew Malice's attention. She finally broke eye tact with Natalie's cod turned, blinking, to Jordan.

  "Down," Jordaed. "On your back. And you," she said, curling a fioward Natalie. "e give her some love."

  It wasn't surprising Jordan was going to keep up the teasing for a little longer, even if Natalie doubted her resolve would st. Fortunately, getting to eat out Malice? Definitely not the worst form of teasing. It would serve as a wonderful distra. Plus, she bet it would backfire. Natalie knew how to use her tongue, and if she got Mali a properly heated state, then surely the wolfgirl would be climbing into her p shortly afterward. It might not have taken long even just being naked in front of her, based on hotly her attention had been locked to Natalie's cock. Hence why Jordan was getting Natalie's head between Malice's legs. To occupy them both.

  Either way, it was a win in Natalie's book.

  She crawled up onto the bed, grabbing two soft thighs as she lowered herself between them. Malice let out a little breath at the first tact of tongue, evee the light attention.

  "There you go," Jordan murmured, though whether she was talking to Natalie or Malice, she didn't know. She had settled behind Malice, ying the wolfgirl's head in her p, hands pying with long bck hair as she looked down to see Natalie's head between Malice's legs.

  "Don't tease," Malice said as Natalie raongue around the outside, purposefully not giving her anything too satisfying. "That's an order." She gnced over her shoulder at Jordan. "I give those, right?"

  Natalie's eyes flicked up to meet Jordan's, who smirked—at probably both of them. It was obvious who was the real one in trol, here. Well, the real-fake one in trol, Natalie guessed.

  "Of course," Jordan told Malice.

  So, given a and, Natalie obliged, shiftitention to Malice's clit—foing her usual teasing. The wolfgirl groaned as she did, and one of her hands eased down to grip Natalie's hair, fiangling and pressing her face down with a firm pressure. That erfectly fine by Natalie, who obeyed by pping away at Malice more ily. Malice's thighs flexed against the side of her head, and her hips shifted as she writhed uhe attention, tail flig bad forth. Natalie spared a gnce up, again, at Jordan, whose breath had grown shallower as Natalie worked. Both her hands were occupied with Malice's chest, rolling her breasts around aly teasing the wolfgirl's nipples.

  "Does she taste good?" Jordan asked huskily.

  Natalie pulled up to answer, but Malice pulled her back down with an impatient growl.

  "More," the wolfgirl demanded. "No talking."

  Natalie couldn't quite stop the half-ugh that escaped her. Seriously—so needy. She obeyed, though admittedly how badly Malice wahe satisfa really made her want to tease. She would have, in another circumstance, but as, she was the toy today, and had been given an order.

  So she got to work.