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Her hand brushed against the hilt of her sword, a reassuring presence at her side. She had been tracking the bounty for weeks, and she wasn't about to let her prize slip away now. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent pattern of unspoken threats and hidden intentions. Her eyes narrowed as they fell upon a figure in the corner, hood drawn low, a mug of ale in their grip. It was Vi, her rival in more ways than one. They had crossed paths before, but never under such personal circumstances.

The reader sat at the bar, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension that had just entered the tavern. Sevika took a deep breath, savoring the scent of roasting meat and the faint smell of rain that clung to the reader's clothes. She had never felt such a strong attraction to a mark before, and it was unsettling. Vi looked up, their gaze meeting hers across the crowded room. A smirk played at the corner of their mouth, and Sevika knew she had been caught. But she didn't care. The reader was here, and she wasn't leaving without them.

Vi pushed back their hood, revealing a mess of dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. They raised their mug in a silent toast before downing the last of their drink and standing up with a fluid grace that seemed to belie their heavy armor. The air thickened as they approached the bar, their steps echoing through the tavern. The reader turned to look, and for a moment, their eyes met Sevika's. A spark of curiosity, perhaps a hint of attraction, flickered in those depths. Sevika's heart raced.

"Sevika," Vi drawled, their voice low and filled with amusement. "I didn't expect to find you here, chasing the same tail as me."

Sevika's jaw clenched, but she didn't break eye contact with the reader. "This isn't about the bounty," she said through gritted teeth.

Vi chuckled, leaning against the bar. "Oh, I know what this is about," they said, their eyes glinting with mischief. "It's about the one who gets to take the pretty little thing home first."

Sevika felt a flash of anger, but she kept her cool. "The reader is not a prize to be won," she said firmly.

Vi raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" They leaned closer, their voice dropping to a whisper. "Then what is it you want from them?"

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't take the bait. "That's none of your concern

."

Vi's smirk grew wider. "Isn't it? After all, I did find them first."

The reader, feeling the tension between the two, turned to face them fully, curiosity turning to wariness. "What's going on here?"

Sevika stepped forward, her hand still resting on her sword. "This doesn't concern you," she said, her voice firm.

Vi, however, didn't back down. They sauntered closer, their gaze locked on the reader. "Oh, but it does," they said, their eyes glinting with challenge. "You see, we've both got our sights set on you."

The reader's eyes widened, and their heart began to pound in their chest. They hadn't anticipated being the object of a rivalry between two such formidable figures. "Why?" they managed to ask, their voice quivering slightly.

Sevika stepped in front of Vi, placing herself protectively between them and the reader. "Because you're special," she said, her voice softer now. "And I won't let anyone hurt you."

Vi rolled their eyes. "Spare me the heroics," they said. "You want them just as much as I do."

The reader looked from one to the other, their mind racing. "What do you want from me?"

Sevika's grip tightened on the hilt of her sword. "To keep you safe," she said, her eyes never leaving Vi's.

Vi leaned in, their breath warm against the reader's ear. "To make you mine," they murmured, their voice a seductive whisper.

The reader felt a shiver run down their spine, the weight of their decision heavy in the air. They had never been in a situation like this before, and they weren't sure how to navigate the tension that crackled like lightning between Sevika and Vi. They held Vi's gaze, the mercenary's dark eyes searching their own, looking for something, anything to give them an advantage in this strange standoff

.

Taking a deep breath, the reader spoke up, their voice surprisingly steady. "Alright, I'll make you a deal," they began, the words tumbling from their lips before they could think better of it. "Both of you are...attractive, in your own ways." They swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. "I'll spend the night with you both, as a group."

Sevika's eyes widened in shock, her hand reflexively tightening on her sword. "What?" she hissed, glaring at Vi.

Vi's smirk grew even more wicked. "Ah, so the little mouse does have some claws," they said, their gaze never leaving the reader. "I accept your offer, but only if we all play by the same rules."

The reader nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the prospect of the evening ahead. They had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and this was certainly one they hadn't seen coming. "Deal," they said, holding out their hand to shake.

Sevika stared at the outstretched hand, her mind racing. Group? With Vi? The idea was ludicrous, but the alternative was to lose the reader to her rival. With a growl of frustration, she took the reader's hand in a firm grip. "Fine," she said through clenched teeth, "but if you think you can handle this, you're in for a surprise."

Vi's eyes gleamed with triumph, and they took the reader's other hand. "Agreed," they said, their grip surprisingly gentle. "But remember, no holding back."

Sevika felt a knot form in her stomach as she watched the exchange, but she couldn't deny the heat that was building inside her. She had never been one to share, but the thought of the reader in their arms, with Vi's touch added to the mix, was strangely...arousing.

.

Time skip to the reader's home, where the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke from the crackling fireplace. Vi, now shirtless, was already halfway out of their armor, revealing a chiseled torso adorned with a smattering of scars that whispered tales of battles long past. They moved with an ease that was almost predatory, their eyes never leaving the reader's as they undid their laces with practiced hands.

Sevika, on the other hand, was much slower in her movements. Each piece of gear was removed with a deliberate precision, as if she were disarming herself not just physically, but mentally preparing for the uncharted territory of sharing the reader with Vi. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the warmth of the room or the unspoken challenge in Vi's gaze, it was hard to tell.

Finally, she stood before them in just her leather pants and a loose shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. With a huff, she grabbed the reader's hand and pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a move that was part possessive, part defiant, and Vi felt a spark of something unexpected in their chest. Jealousy? Desire? They couldn't quite place it, but it certainly wasn't anger.

The reader's hands found their way around Sevika's waist, pulling her closer. Sevika felt their body respond in kind, and she reveled in the feeling of being wanted, being desired. When she pulled back, her eyes locked onto Vi's, watching for any sign of defeat. But what she saw only fueled the fire inside her more

.

Vi's gaze was intense, their eyes dark with a blend of surprise and something else - something that looked suspiciously like a challenge. They stepped closer, their hand reaching up to trace the line of the reader's jaw. "Is that all you've got?" they murmured, their voice a seductive purr.

Sevika's eyes narrowed, and she took the bait. Her hands found the reader's face, guiding them into another kiss, this one more urgent, more demanding. Her tongue danced with theirs, exploring and claiming, as if trying to leave an indelible mark. She felt the reader's body melt into hers, their response unmistakable. It was intoxicating, and she reveled in the power she had over them.

But she didn't miss the flicker of something in Vi's eyes. Was it irritation? Desire? Whatever it was, it spurred her on, and she deepened the kiss further, her hands roaming down to the reader's hips. She could feel the heat radiating from Vi's body, almost as if they were a part of this intimate embrace. The tension in the room had shifted, the air now charged with a different kind of energy.

Vi's hand slid down the reader's back, resting possessively on their hip, their thumb brushing against the fabric of Sevika's shirt. It was a silent declaration of their own claim, a reminder that they weren't going to be outdone. Sevika's breath hitched, the heat from Vi's touch sending a shockwave through her body. She hadn't planned on this, hadn't anticipated the way her body would respond to the mercenary's touch.

"You know," Vi began, their voice a velvet purr, "you could do much better than this overeager pup." They leaned in closer, whispering sweet nothings into the reader's ear, their breath hot against their neck. "I could give you the world," they murmured, their hand sliding around to caress the reader's stomach, eliciting a gasp.

Sevika watched the display with a mix of annoyance and arousal. Vi's touch was deft and confident, leaving no doubt about their intentions. But she couldn't let them have all the fun, not when she had her own plans. She stepped closer, her own hand tracing the reader's waist, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just above their hipbone. The reader's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations.

"Is that all you've got, Vi?" Sevika's voice was filled with mock concern. "Such sweet talk and gentle caresses? Perhaps you've gone soft."

Vi's smirk grew, their hand never leaving the reader's body. "I'm just getting started," they murmured, their eyes flicking up to meet Sevika's. "But I see you're eager to show off your...skills."

With a growl of challenge, Sevika reached down and shoved her hand into the reader's pants. The reader gasped at the sudden intrusion, their body stiffening before relaxing into the new sensation. Sevika felt a thrill at the contact, her own desire spiking. She had never been one to hold back, and she wasn't about to start now, not with Vi watching, not with the reader's eyes wide and dark with desire.

Her hand moved with confidence, seeking out the reader's most sensitive spots. She felt them quiver under her touch, their breath hitching in their throat. The heat of their skin was a stark contrast to the cool fabric of their clothes, and she reveled in the knowledge that she was the one causing this reaction. Vi's eyes followed her hand, their own breathing becoming more ragged as they watched the intimate scene unfold before them.

Sevika knew she had the upper hand now. With a wicked smile, she yanked the reader away from Vi and pushed them down onto the bed, face first. The reader's gasp was muffled by the pillows, and Sevika felt a surge of power as she took control. Her hand hovered over the reader's upturned bottom, the anticipation of the coming impact making her palm tingle. She had never been one for games, but this...this was something she could get used to.

With a swift motion, she brought her hand down, the sound of the slap echoing through the quiet room. The reader's body jerked, and Sevika felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She had never been the type to indulge in such intimate power plays, but the way the reader's body responded to her touch was intoxicating. She did it again, and again, each smack a little harder than the last. The reader's moans grew louder, the sound music to her ears.

Vi's eyes had widened at the sudden shift in dynamics, but they didn't miss a beat. They stepped closer, their hand reaching out to caress the reader's cheek, turning their face towards them. "Is she bullying you?" they asked, their voice a low, soothing rumble.

The reader looked up, their eyes glazed with passion and confusion. "No," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Vi didn't miss a beat, leaning down to claim their lips in a gentle, yet possessive kiss. They lifted the reader's upper body off the bed, cradling them against their chest. Sevika, caught off guard, had to tighten her grip on the reader's ass to keep them from falling back down. The reader's legs dangled in the air, their toes brushing the bed in an awkward, yet strangely erotic dance of submission.

With Vi's arms around the reader's waist, the reader's face was buried in their neck, their moans muffled by the mercenary's skin. Vi's hands began to wander, their fingers tracing patterns on the reader's back, as they whispered sweet nothings in their ear. "Shh," they cooed, "don't let her hurt you like that."

Sevika's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop her ministrations. Instead, she smacked the reader's ass even harder, feeling a perverse pleasure at the way their body jerked in Vi's embrace. The reader's moans grew louder, their hips bucking slightly, and Sevika knew she had them right where she wanted them.

But Vi wasn't done playing games. Their hand slid up the reader's back, tangling in their hair. With surprising gentleness, they turned the reader's face back towards Sevika, their thumb tracing the line of their jaw. "Look at her," they whispered, their voice a seductive purr. "Look at the way she wants you."

The reader's eyes snapped open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. They whined, their cheeks flushed, feeling the weight of Vi's body pressing against them. Vi's touch was a stark contrast to the stinging pain from Sevika's hand, and they couldn't decide which they liked more. The conflict between the two sensations was driving them wild, their body thrumming with need.

Vi chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver down the reader's spine. They reached out and gently scratched the reader's head, their nails digging into the soft hair in a way that was both soothing and possessive. "Don't worry, love," they murmured, their breath hot against the reader's ear. "We're going to make this night unforgettable."

The reader's whines grew louder as Sevika's hand continued to rain down on their ass, each smack sending waves of pleasure and pain through their body. They couldn't help but push back into Vi's touch, their face buried in the crook of the mercenary's neck as they moaned and writhed. Vi's hand slid up, their fingers tracing the line of the reader's jaw before ghosting over their cheek to rest on the side of their neck. The gentle touch was a stark contrast to the firm grip they had on the reader's waist, and it was driving them crazy.

"Look at her," Vi murmured, their breath tickling the reader's ear. "Look at the way she's losing control."

The reader's eyes fluttered open, meeting Sevika's fiery gaze. Her hand was poised in the air, ready to deliver another smack, but she paused, watching as Vi's fingers danced through their hair, the mercenary's eyes hooded with desire. The reader's own breath was coming in ragged gasps, their face flushed and their body trembling with need. They felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but the safety net of Vi's arms around them only made the sensation more exhilarating.

Vi's hand moved from their hair to the back of the reader's neck, their thumb tracing the tender skin beneath their ear. "You're so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure," they murmured, their voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through the reader's very bones.

The reader's whines grew louder, their hips bucking against the mattress as they sought relief from the delicious torment Sevika was inflicting. They could feel the mercenary's erection pressing into their side, and it only served to drive them wilder. Vi's grip tightened, their nails digging in just enough to sting. It was a silent reminder of who was in control here, who was calling the shots in this deliciously twisted dance of desire.

Sevika watched the display, her own breathing growing more ragged. Jealousy, raw and unbridled, coursed through her veins. She hadn't anticipated this level of intimacy with Vi, hadn't expected to feel such a visceral reaction to their touch on the reader's body. With a snarl, she yanked the reader's hair, pulling their face to hers. "You want to play games, Vi?" she growled, her eyes flashing with challenge. "Let's see how much you really want them."

The reader's eyes widened, their body taut as they were pulled into a fiery kiss. Sevika's teeth grazed their lower lip, a silent declaration of dominance. Her other hand moved to the reader's throat, her thumb resting gently against their pulse point. "Mine," she murmured, the word a possessive promise that sent a shiver through the reader's body.

Vi's eyes flashed, but instead of retreating, they leaned in closer, their body pressing against the reader's from behind. "Is that so?" they whispered against the reader's neck, their breath hot and teasing. "Then let's see if you can keep up with us both."

The reader felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through them, their body responding to the dual threat and promise of both Sevika and Vi. They squirmed in Vi's arms, their hips grinding against the mercenary's thigh. Sevika's hand tightened in their hair, her grip almost painful as she deepened the kiss, her tongue plundering their mouth. The reader's hands reached up to cling to Sevika's shoulders, their nails digging in as they moaned into the kiss.

Sevika's eyes were like storm clouds, her gaze never leaving the reader's as she whispered harshly, "You think you can handle us both?" The challenge in her voice was clear, the jealousy burning hot. "You think you can take everything we're going to give you?"

The reader's heart raced, the heady mix of fear and excitement making their knees feel weak. They nodded, not trusting their voice to speak, and buried their face in Sevika's shoulder, feeling the tension coiling in her muscles. It was a strange form of rebellion, a silent declaration that they weren't just a pawn in their game. The scent of leather and sweat mingled with Sevika's natural aroma, intoxicating them in a way they hadn't expected. They reached a trembling hand back to find Vi's, their fingers curling around the mercenary's strong, calloused ones.

Vi's eyes widened in surprise at the gesture, but they didn't pull away. Instead, they squeezed the reader's hand, a silent message of understanding passing between them. They could feel the reader's pulse hammering against their palm, a rhythm that matched their own racing heart. "Looks like we've got ourselves a fighter," they murmured, their voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air.

Sevika's grip on the reader's hair loosened slightly, but she didn't release them entirely. Her eyes searched the reader's face, looking for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all she saw was a fiery determination that mirrored her own. "Is that right?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You want to take us both

on?"

The reader nodded, their breath coming in shallow gasps. They hadn't anticipated the intensity of the situation, but they were too far gone to back out now. They reached their hand back, blindly seeking Vi's, and when their fingers brushed against the mercenary's palm, it was like a bolt of lightning had struck them.