Silver And Black And White update

Enough work, Sable thought to herself. It had been a boring day with no missions for the Wild Pack, just paperwork and an evening of royal business to look forward to. Before that, she needed some stress relief. 

She walked into Peter’s room to find him in a clinch with Felicia, which they broke out of as she came in. “Don’t stop on my account,” Sable said. She went to the refrigerator to get herself a drink. When she came back, Felicia was in Peter’s arms once more, insatiable as ever. The cat burglar seemed insistent on getting as much of him as possible before she had to share.

“It looks like my king is enjoying his consort,” Sable observed, taking a sip and already feeling a little drunk, a little warm. A relief after how straitlaced she’d had to be all day.

“I’m enjoying him,” Felicia retorted, pulling Peter’s hands to her breasts. He fondled her chest through her shirt, finally slipping his hand under it to get at her bare flesh. Felicia cooed, making Sable remember how good his touch felt.

She laid back in an armchair and sipped her drink, watching Peter squeeze Felicia’s breast until the Black Cat opened her thighs. Then his hand dropped down to her lap. He rubbed her groin through her cotton shorts. Felicia looked at Sable.

“Is it fun watching us?” she asked.

Sable took a drink. “Delicious.”

“Maybe I should try it,” Felicia smirked. She patted Peter on the ass. “Why don’t you go and feel her up? Variety is the spice of life.”

Peter was stunned, but then, he’d seemed stunned just from being in an embrace with Felicia. He went to Sable, making her giggle with how he clearly still couldn’t believe his luck. She rose from her seat and kissed Peter, moaning into his mouth as he fondled her through her catsuit. He pulled down the zipper in front, exposing one of her breasts to his hand, his lips. She was no Black Cat, but there was still plenty of it for him to touch. Sable gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“I don’t think watching is as much fun,” Sable moaned.

Felicia’s eyes were hot, wonderfully jealous. “No, it isn’t. Peter, come back here. It’s your turn to be sucked.”

Sable enjoyed Felicia’s aggression as much as it vexed her. “If you want me to watch again, you’ll have to put on a show. No clothes.” She pulled Peter’s hair, getting him away from her breast before she kissed him. “For any of us.”

Obviously, Felicia agreed, and with the women both hurrying out of their clothes, Peter could do nothing but go along. Sable didn’t wear anything but her catsuit. She was the first to be naked. Peter gawked at her. Felicia looked her up and down with friendly rivalry.

“You’re beautiful,” Felicia said through her teeth. “No wonder Peter can’t choose between us.”

“Oh, he can,” Sable said with a smile. “I just don’t make him.”

“I think you’re the one who can’t choose between the two of us,” Peter told her. 

Sable shoved Peter down into an armchair, then sat on his thigh, preening over his standing cock. He was maddeningly right. That’s why she’d chosen him to be her king.

“Felicia, come suck him,” Sable said. “I want him nice and wet before he puts that enormous thing inside me.”

Felicia knelt before their king, lowering her head to his groin. That was why Sable’d chosen her to be their whore.