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xxsycamore · 1 month ago

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MIRROR, MIRROR

╰┈➤ ❝I'll be your mirror tonight, El. Everything you want to see yourself do to our dear Robin, I'll do in your stead. You needn't lift a finger. If you end up displeased with what you see, we can call it all off. If she ends up piquing your interest, she's yours for the taking, practically untouched - all of me that would ever come to contact with her is those gloved hands, see? We can simply pretend my ministrations never happened, in either one of those scenarios.❞

Elbert Greetia x f!Reader; Alfons Sylvatica x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Guided Touching; Voyeurism; Strip Tease; Dom/sub Undertones; Vaginal Fingering; Dirty Talk; Come play; Masturbation; Come Marking • wordcount: 2,164 • masterlist

Visions of Temptation 2024/KINKTOBER DAY 3: Guided Touching

"Come on, little Robin, take a little walk around the chair, don't be shy. Show off your goods to El."

The sound of your heartbeat drumming in your ears is audible despite the presence of two other people in the room. They stay quiet while you circle the chair positioned in front of the bed, only the cackle of your dress slippers' short heels could be heard as Alfons instructed you to leave those on.

Besides the shoes, you ended up keeping your underwear on as well. Not that it helps you feel any less naked, with the two pairs of eyes following your every move. Alfons appears quite relaxed, choosing to rest his elbows on the back of the chair you're parading yourself around until you're done. It's emphasizing the fact that you're not of interest to him, as a man. He's looking but without lust in his dark daze. Your seductive dance has another kind of worth for him, and every other second his eyes dart to the bed instead. Elbert sits there, at the very end of it, his long legs crossed at the ankles while he props himself on his arms behind him. You can't decide if he's relaxed - though you can see that his stance does nothing to mar the usual elegance he carries himself with - or if he's bored with you. His face tells you nothing, but you can't meet his eyes anyway, not when you feel so naked under his gaze. You just know he's staring. And that's enough. That's why you are here.

"You're quiet, El. She's dying to hear what you think. To hear what you want her to do next."

"I want to see more. Take it all off of her."

Alfons chuckles at the fast response, straightening up and moving in front of the chair, touching your arm to lightly pull you in front of him. His gloved hands caress your upper arms before they disappear behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"See, El? It's way better to undress her bit by bit. Had we rushed in like you asked to, you wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy this sight, would you?"

Your lacy bra is now held by nothing but Alfons' hands as they move to the front and over the two cups. He takes them off of your chest, one after the other. Slowly. You can tell the hardness of your nipples just by the sensitivity you feel when they get exposed to the cool air. Is that a good enough sight for Lord Greetia?

You should be more thankful for the fact that Alfons allowed this to happen in the comfort of your own room. A drop of familiarity among the ocean of shiver-inducing anticipation. No, you should be thankful for having been given this chance at all - to Elbert for agreeing, and mostly to Alfons, who put the wicked plan together. He'd surprised you firstly with the reveal that he knows about your feelings for lord Greetia. Secondly, with the exact thing he proposed for the sake of winning his heart. In order for your beauty to be noticed by Elbert… you'll reveal all of yourself tonight. He wouldn't want to touch something that is not beautiful, it only makes sense that you'll need the help of someone else who can bring that beauty out of you. That's what Alfons said.

He arranged for the three of you to come here, pulled the chair in front of the bed, instructed Elbert to sit at the end of the bed; he said so many words that still echo in your ears.

"I'll be your mirror tonight, El. Everything you want to see yourself do to our dear Robin, I'll do in your stead. You needn't lift a finger. And the best part, she said she's completely yours to order around, you have her full consent to do whatever you wish with her. Isn't it exciting? If you end up displeased with what you see, we can call it all off. If she ends up piquing your interest, she's yours for the taking, practically untouched - all of me that would ever come to contact with her is those gloved hands, see? We can simply pretend my ministrations never happened, in either one of those scenarios."

Cold leather creeps on the skin of your hips, slightly squeezing the soft skin, showing you off. His thumbs masterfully hook up the sides of your underwear on their way down, dragging it lower and lower until it unceremoniously falls down on the floor. And thus, you're nude in front of Elbert's icy gaze. But you know there's more to be revealed of you - Alfons practically promised - so you gulp down, frozen but excited, praying for him to do something already.

The dark-haired man remains behind you, so close you can see the pointed tips of his well-polished shoes on both sides of your own feet. Your feet are all you’ve been looking at. He doesn't even see the front of your body like Elbert does, but he's so much closer to you. Despite having familiarized yourself with his touch so far in the act of undressing, it comes as a shock when his right hand falls directly over your hot center. You can't help the gasp falling from your lips as Alfons's index and middle fingers part your labia, showing as much of you as he can.

"Do you like what you're seeing? How is she down there, El? Is she a pretty color? Is she swollen with need, or glistening with juices already?"

Elbert remains quiet, though from your peripheral vision, you see the position of his legs shifting. Is he making himself comfortable, or…?

"I think it'd be best if you started touching her now, Al."

Your stomach churns at the implication, but the feeling goes straight down to your nethers, morphing into something more tangible that won't stay hidden for long. Will lord Greetia be surprised with how wet you are from all of this? Would he feel…disgusted with your shamelessness, does he prefer you preserving your modesty over this desperate act of seduction? Or does he truly enjoy it so much that he wants to see more?

While keeping busy with your inner turmoil, Alfons already backed you into the chair, and is now motioning for you to sit down. The soft cushioning underneath your rear and your back is welcoming, and you have no problem with the following instruction to put your legs up and hold them open by the folds of your knees. The chair is wide and sturdy enough, though you quickly realize your hands are completely occupied for the sake of keeping the position. No covering your face or grabbing the armrests for purchase… you're completely at the two men's mercy.

"Aww."

Alfons gawks at something, and with a rush of heat, you see him running his fingers through your folds and collecting your slick. The web-like threats cling between his fingers as he brings them up to show Elbert, and you turn your face to the side so as not to meet the face behind the shameless sight.

"Beautiful."

Your breath dies in your throat for a second in sheer surprise. You'd be certain you misheard if it wasn't for the fact that he repeats that same word again in the very next second.

"It's beautiful, Al. Show me more of it."

The man above you chuckles, before properly responding, "As you wish."

His clothed fingers return to your heat, outlining your glistening folds just like before, but exploring without pause this time. His middle finger ghosts over your clit while he drags them all up, awakening something in you. He repeats the motion, quicker, pressing harder, three of his fingers brought together and sliding upwards and then lifting off your clit on each motion, his pinky remaining in the air in some strangely elegant display. It's nothing like the way you usually pleasure yourself, and your body rebels against the relentless teasing. Holding your legs open proves to be hard after a full minute of this, as if they're not your own at all.

Despite it all, the only feeling domineering over your senses is pleasure, steadily growing pleasure. Alfons cares more about making it look beautiful than making it feel good, but the stimulation is still there, and you barely need much of it when you take the psychological element into account.

"Now, El, I'm far from the thought that your imagination is lacking, but would you please allow me to paint a picture for you? You should know, however, that this is far from the real potential Miss Robin holds, for my fingers are far from the…real thing. See for yourself - she can be especially sweet in her reactions when you finally breach her entrance to penetrate her."

Alfons' middle and index fingers push inside you to illustrate his point, and the moan escaping your mouth is louder than you anticipated. Even though those words were aimed at Elbert, they successfully poisoned your own imagination as well, making you twice as sensitive to the intrusion. This is nothing like what Elbert's cock would truly feel like inside you: not the width of it, the length, the lack of pulsing hot warmth, yet you're too far gone in the fantasy. Your toes curl in the air as you try to shake your rear and get some feeling out of the two fingers remaining completely still inside of you. Is this how Elbert would stay to make you get used to his shape…? Your insides throb, getting tighter, making the digits appear deliciously thick for a second.

Your sweet delirium is interrupted by a hand capturing your chin that had lolled to the side. Alfons leans in closer, over the backrest of the chair. He whispers at you, his tone lacking the sing-songy fashion he talks to Elbert with. It grounds you on the spot and gives you shivers.

"Take a look at him. Take a very good look at him."

Focusing your hazy vision on the person at the end of the bed, you see lord Greetia… pleasuring himself. Since when did he start to…?

You want to avert your gaze, but Alfons grips your jaw harshly, forcing you to look straight ahead. Your insides clench again. You have no choice but to stare, like a pervert - even if it's a laughable bit of irony given the circumstances - as the object of your affection strokes his aching hardness to the sight of you. Alfons' other hand finally resumes its ministrations as it works you to a state of vacuous lust, moans spilling from your agape lips again and again.

"Sing more for him, little Robin, come on, you know his name."

Elbert… The two syllables echo in your head, coming from afar, from the times you'd addressed him by his first name - how shameless! - in the safety of your own bed, tucked in the veil of the night.

"Finger her harder, Al. Make her come for me. Now."

Elbert, you hear your own voice calling out - out loud this time, you can't do anything about it - as your orgasm approaches at a fast speed.

"You're looking at the wrong place, El. Up here. Look at her face. This is the face she's making only for you."

Somewhere amidst it all, Alfons switches your tired hands for his own forearm, collecting both your legs on it like a steady horizontal rod keeping your legs folded and open. He keeps finger-fucking you, making you listen to the naughty sounds of your juices overflowing, making an absolute mess of Alfons' dark gloves.

Elbert, you call in a broken moan as you come, your hips trashing with the man above you barely keeping you in place.

Behind your closed eyelids, you register a shadow falling over you, and you quickly come to your senses - only to find none other than Elbert looking down at you, his hand hesitantly reaching out. His icy eyes staring straight into yours.

"Let me help you, El."

Alfons' hand covers the one thrust out in the air, slowly guiding it to its point of interest. When it meets your burning thigh, you feel something sticky being smeared there - has Elbert ejaculated while watching you? - and you feel marked. And beautiful.

"You should take your leave now, Al. I want the two of us to be alone."

In a haze, you're being entrusted to Elbert's arms, lifted up and taken to the bed. Your world spins as you feel the sudden shift in the mood as Elbert gently lies you down.

From the corner of your vision, you can see Alfons waving at you behind your bedroom's door, before it falls closed. You don't pay any mind to his dirty, knowing look, because you don't want to think about anything that is not Elbert for the rest of the night.

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