it's rum and plunder ho, my hearts

[misheard]

Title: it's rum and plunder ho, my hearts
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Character(s): Ritsuka, Anne, Mary
Pairing(s): Anne/Ritsuka/Mary
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 410
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Ritsuka follows up on Anne and Mary's Valentines Day gift.
Notes:

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To be honest, Ritsuka had kind of assumed Anne and Mary were joking.

Like, sure, they hid the key to their room inside a Valentine’s Day chocolate, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything, right? If she actually showed up they’d probably laugh at her, or maybe invite her to watch Pirates of the Caribbean with them.

She definitely wasn’t expecting anything else, and that had nothing to do with why she waited until night to visit their room and why she kept glancing down the hall to make sure no one saw her. Nothing at all to do with that.

She may not have expected it, but she’s definitely not complaining about getting into this position.

Ritsuka sits with her back resting against Anne’s bare chest and her legs spread. Mary is settled between her legs, tongue laving over her wet folds. Anne’s hands are warm and gentle as they rub and squeeze Ritsuka’s breasts.

“Anne… Mary…” Ritsuka’s voice comes out as a whimper. She doesn’t know where to put her own hands, at least until Anne guides them into Mary’s hair.

“She likes it when you pull,” Anne says, with a light and airy giggle.

Tentatively, Ritsuka tugs on Mary’s hair. Her answer is a swipe of tongue over Ritsuka’s clit, and Ritsuka shudders.

“See? Don’t worry, Master, all you need to do is relax.” Anne goes back to teasing Ritsuka’s nipples until they’re hard.

“Shouldn’t I, mmm, do something for you too…” It’s difficult to just sit back and accept pleasure without returning it, but it’s also difficult to think straight with Mary’s mouth and Anne’s hands on her.

“You’re so sweet.” Anne turns her head to catch Ritsuka’s lips in a kiss, muffling her moans.

Not that Mary makes it easy for her. Every time she sucks on Ritsuka’s clit or licks a stripe up Ritsuka’s folds, Ritsuka gets louder and louder. Her legs clamp around Mary and her toes curl.

It’s far, far more intense than anything she’s been able to do to herself, and she can’t hold on. When she comes, even she isn’t sure what name she cries.

Mary sits up slowly, licking Ritsuka’s desire off her lips. “You taste good, Master.”

Somehow that still makes Ritsuka blush. “You can’t just say that!”

“We’re pirates,” Anne says. “We can do whatever we want.”

Good point. Ritsuka takes a moment to catch her breath before asking, “How do I make you two feel like that?”