The crackling of the campfire painted the forest in dancing shadows, casting soft orange light across the clearing. Frye was poking at the flames with a stick, Zion sat sharpening her sword, and Iris was gently humming while brewing tea with her divine flame. Mochi lounged back against a log, arms behind her head, her tail lazily swishing over the ground.
We'd just finished dinner after a long day of monster hunting. I was exhausted… but not nearly exhausted enough to miss the moment Frye glanced around and grinned wickedly.
"Let's play a game."
I raised an eyebrow. "A game?"
"Truth or dare," she declared, tossing her stick into the fire like it was a gauntlet. "Come on. Don't be boring."
"I don't think this is wise," Zion muttered, though she didn't actually object. She kept sharpening her blade but slowed down.
"I'm in," Mochi said with a grin. "As long as Master plays."
"I'm always curious about people's truths," Iris chimed in sweetly. "Especially yours."
And just like that, I was trapped.
The first few rounds were innocent. Mochi admitted her favorite food was roasted lamb. Frye confessed she once cried over a children's book. Zion claimed she didn't snore—which Frye instantly challenged with an impression that earned her a dagger glare. I admitted I liked autumn the best. Simple, harmless fun.
Until it wasn't.
"Your turn, Frye," Iris said, sipping from her steaming mug.
Frye's grin was dangerous. "Alright. Master, I dare you to sit in Mochi's lap for five minutes."
I blinked. "What?"
"Without reacting," she added. "No twitching. No blushing. No… 'issues.' You know what I mean."
Mochi perked up instantly. "Oh? Is this a challenge?"
"I'm gonna regret this," I muttered, but the girls were already making space.
Mochi patted her thighs eagerly. "Come on, Master. Nice and cozy."
Trying not to think too hard, I sat down.
It was warm. Too warm. Mochi's thighs were thick, muscular, but soft—like being cradled in strength and sin at the same time. She wrapped her arms casually around my waist and rested her chin on my shoulder.
"You smell nice," she whispered in my ear, hot breath sending a shiver down my neck.
I locked my jaw and stared straight ahead. Frye watched me with a smug sparkle in her eyes. Zion refused to look at all. Iris tilted her head curiously, studying my reaction like she was observing a rare species.
"Two minutes left," Frye sang.
Mochi shifted her hips slightly, adjusting me more snugly against her lap.
"You're doing great," she murmured. "I'm not even flexing yet."
By the time Frye called "Time," I practically launched myself off her lap.
"See?" I said, voice cracking slightly. "No problem."
Iris smiled gently. "My turn. Master, truth: have you ever thought about… any of us that way?"
The fire suddenly felt hotter.
Frye leaned in. "Ooh. Good question."
Zion tensed.
Mochi looked far too pleased.
I cleared my throat. "Define 'that way.'"
Iris just smiled. "You know what I mean."
I hesitated. "…Yeah. I have."
The silence that followed said everything.
Zion's sharpening completely stopped.
Frye leaned back, satisfied.
Mochi's tail thumped the ground behind her like a wagging metronome.
"My turn," Zion said suddenly, voice low. "Master. Sit down."
"What?"
She pointed. "There. Between my legs."
I blinked again, but everyone was staring now. I reluctantly obeyed, sitting with my back against her chest. Her thighs braced my sides, her arms slowly encircling my waist. She pulled out a piece of fruit and held it to my lips.
"Eat," she said simply.
I bit into it awkwardly. Sweet juice dripped down my chin. Zion wiped it with her thumb—then, without warning, licked it off.
I froze.
"I was dared," she said. "Don't make it weird."
"I wasn't—!" I choked.
The rest of the game spiraled fast from there.
Mochi dared Frye to admit how many times she's fantasized about me. (She held up four fingers. Zion muttered something that sounded like "liar.")
Iris was dared to kiss me on the cheek. She did—softly, reverently—and whispered, "You really do have kind eyes."
Zion dared Mochi to stop wagging her tail every time I looked at her. Mochi flat-out refused.
Eventually, the game fizzled out. Everyone claimed they were tired. I thought I was finally free.
I was wrong.
When I unrolled my sleeping bag and settled in, I had maybe five seconds of peace before someone slid in behind me.
Arms wrapped around my waist. Warm breath tickled my ear.
"Comfy spot," Frye whispered. "You look cute when you're flustered."
Another body pressed against my back—Mochi.
"You're mine tonight," she declared, nuzzling into my shoulder.
A third figure settled on my other side—Zion. Silent, but clearly not moving.
And then Iris appeared last, ducking under the edge of the sleeping bag. She kissed my cheek again and smiled. "I just want to be close."
I was completely surrounded.
My heart was racing, my limbs tangled, my sleeping bag overstuffed with gorgeous, warm, assertive women.
"Okay," I muttered to myself, barely audible. "Something's changed. Definitely changed."
Frye giggled softly.
Mochi purred.
Zion exhaled against my neck.
Iris hummed, peaceful.
And I just lay there, buried in affection and heat, wondering when exactly my life turned into this.
Not that I was complaining.
But sleep was going to be impossible.