Wedding Jitters

Author's Notes: everyone is poly in my dmc world... except for when its not. this one they're poly.

Kyrie whimpered. Her hands trembled as she held up her skirt and petticoats so tightly that her knuckles turned white under her gloves. Pleasure burned through her body as Nico's tongue ran along her slick folds. She chewed on her bottom lip. "N...Nico..."

Smiling, her bridesmaid pulled away. "Just relax, Kyrie. I'll take care of ya," she murmured before peppering kisses along her slit. Her tongue slipped between her lower lips, teasing her entrance before working her way up to her clit. "Gotta make sure you're good 'n' ready for Nero."

A muffled cry escaped the redhead with every flick against the stiff bundle of nerves. Fire licked at her skin under her wedding gown and trails of sweat rolled down her curves as she fought to keep herself upright and ignore her quaking legs below. Quick digits pushed past her pulsing entrance, stroking her walls and searching for that spot that'd have her come undone.

Kyrie nearly screamed once Nico found her sweetest of spots. Again and again, that spot was attacked. Kyrie writhed as pure sensation washed over her. Then, it all came to a white-hot end. She shook violently, her hips bucking wildly against her friend's hungry lips. Softly, Nico gave one final kiss to her friend's drooling cunt before pulling away with a smile. Slowly, she rose to her feet and pecked a blushing Kyrie on the cheek as she pulled down her skirts. "There, still feelin' the jitters?"

Panting, Kyrie shook her head. "N-no... thank you..."

Nico grinned. "Good. Now I gotta check on that dumbass Nero. Knowin' him, he's provably more shaken up than you are."