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Training Rhaimy	By : SabbyNeko Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 7. Experimenting.
Rhaimy couldn't help but fret, like a dog as its Master prepared to leave. He tried to hide it though, even though he knew it was pointless. Nothing escaped her, and deep down he was grateful of his own transparency. The things he was too afraid to say never needed to be. Sadly, it also meant the things he didn't want to say would come out too, and some of those things were childish and stupid.
This was one of them. Rhaimy had never been confident, but this was just sad, even for him. It was just a party, nothing was going to happen... she's not going to run off with the first guy she meets, just because he's not there. He debated changing his mind, curled up on the bed and listening for her footsteps out in the hall, waiting for her to return from the shower. Maybe she could wait for him, let him quickly get dressed and go with her. But then the thought of being at a house packed with loud, boozed up people that he might have known from class made him mentally withdraw. He had never been good with crowds... or noise... or people in general. Yes, he was pathetic, he knew it. Partly why he was scared. She could have anyone she wanted, and anyone there could catch her eye and move in.
He tensed at the sound of heels. If his ears had been able to, they would have perked up. He did his best to look casual, laying back against the wall on his bed, as she stepped inside, and then his eyes flew open. A freshly scrubbed and practically glowing Elise entered with her dark brown waves of falling over bare shoulders, neck and collarbone on display, only two thin straps keeping her ankle length black dress from simply falling to her feet. A sash of sparkling silver and white bound it tight around her waist, making the fabric ripple where it hung from her bust. She had worn a pair of small silver hoops to go with it, but her lips were a very light shade of red to suit her clear glasses.
She giggled at his reaction, tossing her grey purse over her shoulder and blowing hair from her face. "Well, your jaws hanging low enough to rest on your, and that's probably rising to meet it, so I guess you like the dress" He was so predictable, his cheeks flaring at the dirty teasing, quickly looking away and mumbling something. She watched him seriously a moment and came to sit next to him, giving him a comforting pat to his shoulder, making sure the fingertips reached the skin of his neck. Somehow, the tingle of Hardlight had become a soothing element for him. Perhaps it was because she was touching him?
"Hey, look at me Mr. Lets get something clear, okay? You are mine" She took his cheek, a soft glow emanating from the contact, turning him to face her. "Mine" she repeated. The word had become a stand in for "I love you" in the last week or so, and the simple use of it, along with the tingle of her skin, could ease him into an almost euphoric state. He swooned moodily up at her, leaning to hide his nose in her neck, their skin sparking.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry... I..." he chewed his lip, but the words never came easily. She smiled knowingly, the fact he wanted to say it at all enough. She didn't need to hear it to know he loved her.
"Shhh, its alright Rhaimy. No rush. Are you sure you don't wanna come with me? Ya know, to fight off all the potential suitors your worried about" she tousled his hair and gave him a kiss on his lips, something he met easier now, but she still controlled it. He was a tad breathless afterwards, and she knew he didn't want to stop. The poor thing wasn't able to ask for it, or even hint, but he was a boy, and she teased him a lot. He wanted sex, plain and simple. She wouldn't make him wait much longer, but she was curious to see if he would man.
"Nah, I'm fine..." He mumbled, trying not to look away as he pushed back, removing himself from the embrace. He always withdrew, for some reason. Sometimes his timidness worried her. Not wanting to come out to a party was fine, but pulling back after a short hug, when he would have liked to be tearing her panties off of her ankles was an entirely different level. But what she said had clearly worked. He didn't look worried anymore, just glowing with poorly hidden admiration. The usual.
"Alright then... hey Rhaimy?" She placed her hand over his on his knee, the motion bringing dim light, getting a devious smirk as she did so. "You ever fool around with one of your copies?" His eyes flew open and the scarlet that had just drained from his cheeks returned, exclaiming.
"W-what?! Why would I..." She couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, which caused him to hug his pillow and cut himself off, making himself as small as possible.
"Oh come on Rhaimy... you've never tried it?" She slid closer to him, smirking and getting an arm over his shoulder, leaning a little to dwarf him, her elbow on his opposite shoulder and fingers playing with his hair. "If I could summon up real feeling, touching, squeezable copies of myself..." with this, she leaned in to whisper into his ear. "I'd be sixty-nine-ing myself every night" To this, his eyes went wider, the mental image invading his mind and making him whine helplessly at the sexual bullying.
"Elise!" He groaned, tucking into a ball and laying on the bed behind her, curled up under the pillow like a turtle trying to recede into a much smaller shell. "Don't be mean..." She chuckled and pushed up off of the bed, smiling. He was just too adorable sometimes. Maybe leaving him here with those thoughts would make him think twice before he ended a hug.
"Get over it wimp. I'll be home by 1, okay? I love you Rhaimy..." She let this last sentence hang in the word, practically chiming, and when she received an appreciative little mewl from under the pillow, she crossed her arms and tapped her heel, waiting. Reluctantly, he poked his nose out from the pillow, meeting her eyes and toying with the bed cover.
"You too Elise..." She smiled, turning to leave, heels clicking as she did.

An hour passed, in which time he did nothing but lay there, on his back with a magazine that he'd stopped reading. It was the same issue for a games console he didn't have anymore, so it was hard to find something to interest him, especially with what Elise had left him here with to think on. Thoughts of her and a duplicate came to him, nude and gasping as they climbed over each other, writhing. Sighing, he reached down to rub his bulge, squirming uncomfortably. He wanted her. He couldn't bring himself to act on it, but he wanted Elise so badly that sometimes it actually hurt. It was starting to now, actually, his groin burning with the desire. It had been a few days since he had had the privacy to vent his frustration, so he felt the usual sucking feeling that came with 'blue balls'.
He couldn't help it. He knew the door was unlocked, and the curtains were shut. Everyone else was either in their room or at that party, and even he wasn't so paranoid to think that someone might be climbing trees outside his room at night time. Breathing heavily, letting the magazine slide off and fall to the floor, he unzipped his jeans, reaching in and grasping his seven inch long member, pulling it out with a sigh. He closed his eyes and thought of Elise, straddling her copy, their legs twisted together, grinding and writhing against each other. He was breathless and biting his lip to keep from moaning, already stroking vigorously. Masturbation had never been something he enjoyed. He never took his time, or experiment, it only seemed to happen when he was aroused and alone at once, as a vent for his urge. He had never consciously decided to go and find a quiet place to enjoy some self loving. He wasted no time, approaching his final stretch, when her words came through the haze of his arousal.
You ever fool around with one of your copies?
He paused, gripping his base lightly and waiting for his breathing to slow. At first, the idea had caused the same knee jerk reaction you'd get from someone saying that his 'mum was hot'. It was an instant repulsion, but now that he was alone, he found himself considering...

When Elise pushed the door open, she felt something in her brain stall for a second. The scene in front of her did not properly register right away. Rhaimy had been laying back on the bed, his back arched and hands dug into the covers, jeans pulled to his knees, while an embarrassed, dim eyed copy straddled his legs, hand wrapped around his shaft. The two had frozen in place, both looking to the door, then to each other. The original Rhaimy yelped and pulled his pants up, holding them to his stomach instead of properly fastening them, the copy falling back and off of the bed to avoid being kicked.
"Elise! I... your back?" He grinned sheepishly up at her, an expression not unlike a puppy found sleeping in a bathroom coated in torn toilet paper, guilty and packing enough awkward cuteness to cause a second of pause. And pause she did, her hand still extended and clutching the door knob, watching the both of them blankly.
"Yes... I forgot my purse" She stated, her eyes going to Rhaimy, and then his equally embarrassed copy and back again, surveying them until they squirmed uncomfortably, Rhaimy crushing the pillow he clutched. "But now, I don't think I'll need it..." her eyes fell on the grey eyed copy, which looked up at her with the same instinctual submissiveness the real Rhaimy showed, but far more sedate. She closed the door behind her, not turning as she did so, smirking and striding over towards them, beckoning to the copy with a finger. "Up" She commanded, and he awkwardly rose.
Rhaimy watched from behind his pillow as she took his wrist, another arm slinking around his back, taking him in a slow but forceful kiss, to which the copy stiffened, eyes widening with a little muffle. Rhaimy tensed, rising a little as if to protest, something that wasn't missed by Elise, who continued as if he had not moved at all. Finally breaking away, the copy now swooning helplessly, she turned to watch him on the bed close.
"Hmmm? Something the matter little one?" He pulled his head in, whimpering, chewing on the words that he couldn't speak, just watching as she returned to her kissing. Then when she reached down to grab his behind, he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning out loud. She completely ignored him now, her kissing becoming more hungry, hands exploring the duplicates body. When his copy began to tentatively return the affections, he finally blurted out, before he could think.
"What about me!" If he hadn't been holding his pillow, he would have clapped his hand over his mouth. Burning in the face, he watched as a pleased looking Elise released the breathless copy, turning to look at him.
"Hmmm... what about him?" She whispered to the copy, stroking his cheek. "You didn't finish what he wanted you to do... that's not very nice of you" She gave him a gentle push, moving him towards the bed, crossing her arms and watching with great interest, meeting both of their confused glances, smirking. The two Rhaimy's looked at each other, then to Elise, who raised a brow, as if daring them to speak up.
Rhaimy had reluctantly laid back, her piercing gaze boring into him, the reluctance to displease her overpowering his multitude of worries, though not by much. Being seen half naked by her, and simply laying back and baring all, staying still, was something that made him almost shake. The balance between his need to cover up, and his desire to please her, were maddeningly equal, making his mind and body both quiver from the clash. Gulping, he looked from her to the equally afflicted clone that was crawling over his legs, their eyes meeting. He wanted to protest. He hadn't even been sure about it in the first place, but this was more intimate then before! Before he had actually opened his mouth to speak, her brow was already arched, anticipating his reaction. He clamped shut, looking up to watch as she stepped forward, taking the clone and tousling his hair.
"Well? Get back to it now" She crooned, the clone gulping and looking to Rhaimy, seeming more assured now. Did he look like that when she spoke to him as well? His clone had looked practically drugged just on her presence. His mirror image gave a tiny, sheepish smile as he wrapped his hand around his cock, causing him to tense and let out a breath. He was sensitive, far more then he usually was. His whole body felt different. Elise watched intently, lowering herself to sit behind him, letting him prop himself up on her lap, her eyes never leaving Rhaimy.
"Good boy. Not too hard now. He needs to learn to ask" She winked at him, his heart clenching, gasping at the sensations, body giving a quick jerk. His copy was obediently holding back, hand gliding slowly, enough to arouse him, but it wouldn't take him any closer. Elise simply watched, occasionally clearing her throat if the copy was holding him too tightly or moving too fast, and Rhaimy was squirming in the end, fingers digging into the blankets, sitting up and panting.
"Please..." He whimpered, eyes pleading with Elise, who smiled and cocked her head.
"Yes Rhaimy, my love?" She chimed, her glasses flashing at the tilting motion, a sheet of hair falling down her smooth shoulder. He groaned in frustration, then finally blurted it all out, desperate for release, enough so that he didn't care about having to beg.
"Please let me cum Elise! Please..." he whimpered pitifully, knuckles to his mouth, wriggling helplessly. His clone looked to her for permission, and she gave an affirmative nod.
"I think he's earned it" She grinned, reaching down to stroke the mop of steel grey in her lap, locking her green eyes with those dull, but no less loving steel ones, the adoration and worship in them so plain and clear for her. He didn't look away from her, but he tensed, taking in a breath as his clone began to furiously stroke him, hand slapping against his lap with each quick rub, Rhaimy unable to keep a small moan from escaping.
"That's it sweety, come on..." She crooned, encouraging him, stroking his hair and watching closely as he writhed into a gasping, breathless orgasm, body jerking up and releasing his pent up frustration onto his stomach and chest. She cooed soothingly to him the entire time.
"Ooohh, there we go..." His senses reeled and everything went dark, his own breath loud in his ears, skin burning as the excitement began to die down. He was roused by something soft and wet, opening his eyes to see her cleaning him with a handkerchief from her purse, dabbing his skin dry, paying extra attention to his still twitching cock. His clone had disappeared, and he rolled to hide his face in her stomach, tucking his legs up to cover his naked lap. She let him, smiling and petting him, expecting this. What came next she didn't expect.
"I love you Elise" He had said it plainly and simply, even though it had been muffled by her dress. He hadn't blurted it out, but it was something he had made himself say while he still thought he could, mumbling it quickly before he lost the nerve, and he only dug his face in her further afterwards. Elise blinked a few times, taken by surprise, then smiled and got her hands under his shoulders, dragging him up make him look at her, kissing him.
"You got a copy to wank you, when all you had to do was come to me. I've told you I love you so many times, and you only just now say it back. What am I supposed to do with you?" She said the words with the adoring mock-chastising of a treasured pet found doing something it knew it wasn't allowed to.
"I'm sorry Elise..." He looked up at her with those dull grey puppy eyes, then daringly kissed her, sweet and quick, before hiding once more in her chest, being pulled into the embrace to rest there as long as he wanted to.
"Stupid boy. Your lucky I'm so patient"
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