Two Wrongs Make a Right Ch.54 ❤ (Patreon)

“Don’t be shy now, Sienna.” Ilia giggles as she pushes the woman’s head into taking me deeper.

Sienna glares up at her from her position as she pulls away, but there is no real anger in it.

Instead, she focuses back on her task, her tongue swirling around the head before she takes me deeper again. Her lips are stretched around my girth, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks as her amber eyes locked with mine.

“See? He’s enjoying it.” Ilia says as she strokes the pregnant woman’s hair. “Aren’t you, Adam?”

I merely chuckle in response, especially that Ilia has gained this interest in directing or assisting another woman in bed (although that other woman being only Sienna). And Sienna, despite her initial reluctance (and threesomes), has found herself enjoying our new dynamic.

“She’s getting really good at this, isn’t she?” Ilia purrs, her hand moving from Sienna’s hair to cup her cheek. “But I think you can take a little more, can’t you, Sienna?”

Sienna’s eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she takes a deep breath and pushes forward, taking me even deeper until the head bumps against the back of her throat. She gags slightly, her eyes watering, but that doesn’t stop her from pushing for more.

“Amazing...” Ilia praises, her thumb stroking Sienna’s cheek.

And those words seem to spur Sienna on, her bobbing becoming more confident along with her tongue. She pulls back before the tip and then pushes forward again, this time managing to take me all the way to the hilt without struggle.

I simply bring my hand to rest on Sienna’s head, my fingers tangling in her dark hair before playing with her ears, just the way she likes to.

That spurs on the woman as one hand has disappeared between her legs.

“Ah, ah, ah.” My girlfriend tuts, gently pulling Sienna’s hand away from her snatch. “Patience. Your turn comes after you make him cum.”

Sienna whimpers around my shaft, but she complies, her hands coming to rest on my thighs and increase her efforts.

I will never get tired of watching Sienna Khan being so submissive or eager at times,  but Ilia is having a bit too much fun with this.

With her assistance they get me to finish inside her mouth, but instead of swallowing, Sienna holds it all. I watch as she pulls away, her amber eyes locked with mine as she spins around to capture Ilia’s lips in a passionate kiss.

Ilia freezes for a moment, surprised by the sudden move, but she quickly recovers, and her arms wrap around Sienna to pull her closer as she returns the kiss, her tongue quickly wrestling for control.

I don’t say a thing and watch as Ilia wins the battle for dominance and pushes Sienna down, careful of her swollen belly. Then she moves to be on top so she can kiss her way down Sienna’s body, her hands tracing the curve of her dark-skinned body before moving lower and between those legs.

Sienna gasps as Ilia’s fingers part her wet folds. “W-Wait I-Ilia...”

Ilia doesn’t respond, at least not with words. Instead, she moves around to position herself so she can fully present the older woman’s wet folds to me as she separates those legs. And adorable as always, Sienna covers her face in embarrassment despite the many times we have been together.

So I move between her legs and position myself at her slick, burning entrance. Ilia quickly moves to capture my lips as I fully push into the future mother’s insides.

Her walls happily welcomed me inside as they clenched down around me as if trying to pull me deeper, a beautiful moan spilling from Sienna’s throat. Ilia is the first to pull away and give me a bashful expression as I begin to move my hips.

“Doesn’t she feel amazing?” Ilia kisses my cheek, her hands trace my chest.

“Yes.” I capture her lips once more as I grind my hips slowly but deep just in the way Sienna loves the most, and her body responding accordingly.

Ilia stays close, one hand stroking Sienna’s hair, the other sliding down to cup one full, sensitive breast. Sienna arches into the touch with a needy little sound. I lean down and kiss the side of her throat, then her collarbone, feeling the heat of her skin and the way her pulse races under my lips. The wet, steady sound of our bodies meeting fills the room along with her rising voice.

The bedroom soon fills with the sounds of our lovemaking and Sienna’s increasingly loud moans as I increase my pace, of course minding my strength since I didn’t want to bring any harm or make our baby uncomfortable inside her. Still, each time I bottom out, she shudders, her nails scraping lightly down my forearms.

‘Fuck, she is so sexy…’

I rock into her a little longer, savoring the tight, silky heat that seems determined to keep me inside. Sienna’s legs tighten around my waist as if she never wants me to leave. Her moans grow louder, almost pleading, and for a moment I’m tempted to stay right here the entire night, watching her face turn into a drooling mess.

But I can’t neglect my dear girlfriend either. While Sienna is still biting her lip and trying to pull me deeper, I carefully ease out. She whines in protest, legs trying to lock me in place, but she isn’t fast enough.

“Wai-“ 

Ilia yelps as I pull her onto my lap, positioning her so she is straddling me. I kiss her deeply, my hands roaming her body as I guide my throbbing member to her entrance. Ilia gasps as I impale her, her walls stretching to accommodate me, her petite body turning pink.

“A-Adam!” She cries out, her arms immediately wrapping around me.

“I can’t forget my adorable girlfriend.”  

I drive up into Ilia with a firm thrust that makes her moan louder, her perky breasts jiggling with every bounce. Her petite body shifts through its own soft rainbow of colors, something that’s unique to her.

Sienna can only watch with a hungry expression, legs shamelessly spread wide as she fingers herself, amber eyes locked on the spot where Ilia takes every inch of me.

“D-Don’t forget about me…” Sienna’s voice cuts through Ilia’s moans.

I turn my head to look at the pregnant woman slowly moving closer, and a lazy smile curls my lips. My left hand settles on the warm curve of her belly, making her gasp; my right arm stays firmly wrapped around Ilia’s waist, guiding her movements as she continues to ride me.

“I could never forget about either of you.” I rumble against Ilia’s ear.

Ilia shifts slightly on my lap, giving me better access to Sienna without ever stopping her rhythm. I trace the line of Sienna’s jaw with my thumb, gentle but firm. She leans into the caress, eyes fluttering closed.

“Please…” she whispers, her body leaning into my touch.

I obviously obliged with her plea. My hand leaves her belly and slides down between her spread thighs, easily finding her quim, already swollen and slick from her own fingers. I circle the sensitive bud with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to get a sweet reaction out of her.

“Yes… right there…” she moans, hips bucking against my hand.

Meanwhile Ilia keeps riding me, movements growing more erratic as her pleasure builds. Her nails dig into my shoulders, head thrown back. The sight of her lost in it is intoxicating. I lean in and capture one bouncing nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around i.

“A-Adam!” She cries out.

I push one finger into Sienna’s dripping heat at the same moment. Her inner walls clamp down around the digit instantly.

“More… I need more…” Sienna pants, fists twisting in the sheets.

I comply and add a second finger and curl them, exploring those hot insides until I find that special spot that makes her see stars. She answers with a much louder cry, hips jerking hard against my hand while Ilia’s walls flutter around my member.

Ilia looks down between us, eyes glassy with lust, and reaches out to cup one of Sienna’s full breasts, thumb brushing the darkened nipple in time with my thrusts. Sienna’s free hand finds Ilia’s hip, holding on as the three of us move together, both of them moaning for me and for each other.

The room fills with the wet sounds of sex and the overlapping cries of the two women who share my bed and my heart.

With Sienna taken care of for the moment, I focus again on Ilia, whose movements have grown more and more desperate. Her thighs tremble against mine, her rainbow-shifting skin flushing deeper with every bounce. I grunt as I thrust up to meet her, the impact sending a fresh wave of pleasure through both of us. Because I’m scrapping that perfect spot that makes her cry out my name.

“A-Adam! I… I can’t…!”

“Then don’t.” I growl, teeth nipping at the sensitive curve of her neck.

It doesn’t take long for her body go through a powerful orgasm racking her slender frame. Her walls clamp down hard around me as if trying to stop me. I keep thrusting through it, pushing past her fluttering entrance until I fill her completely, flooding her insides. Her skin flashes through a brilliant, chaotic rainbow of colors, leaving me breathless at the sight. She clings to me, trembling, soft broken moans spilling against my shoulder while Sienna watches with hungry, half-lidded eyes.

As Ilia slowly comes down from her high, I ease my fingers from Sienna and carefully lift the smaller woman off my lap. I set her down beside us on the bed. She curls onto her side with a contented smile, grey eyes dreamy as she watches me, one hand idly tracing circles on her own stomach, still twitching with aftershocks.

With that taken care of, my attention turns immediately back to Sienna’s flushed face. She’s breathing heavily, legs still spread wide in open invitation. Rather than the usual missionary, I stretch out beside her, lift her nearest leg, and turn her head so I can claim her mouth. She responds eagerly, tongue tangling with mine as I align my still-hard shaft with her burning folds. I push into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. Sienna gasps into my mouth, inner walls clamping down around me once more.

“Adam…” She moans my name when the kiss breaks.

I answer by squeezing one full breast and burying my face in her hair; only to pull back a second later and notice my hand is already drenched with warm breast milk.

“Ah! I’m sorry!” She quickly tries to cover her chest, face burning with new embarrassment. “It’s been… I kinda forgot. I-I was lactating!”

I simply lift my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean, humming at the rich, slightly sweet taste.

“Don’t be… It’s delicious.” I turn her head again to kiss her, but she shyly looks away.

“S-stop that!”

I merely chuckle and start to move my hips, shaft sliding in and out of her with easy, wet strokes. Her embarrassment melts into pleasure almost at once; her hips rise to meet every thrust, and the room soon echoes with her deepening moans. Ilia, still curled nearby, reaches out and gently brushes damp hair from Sienna’s forehead, whispering something to the woman which seems to excite her more as she tightens very nicely around me.

After a while I pull out and guide Sienna onto her hands and knees. I take her from behind, hands firm on her hips. Her heavy breasts swing freely with each thrust, small droplets of milk arcing through the air and landing on the sheets. She buries her face in the pillows to muffle her cries, fists twisting the sheets.

“You love this, don’t you?” I growl, picking up the pace.

“Y-Yes!” she cries out, but her voice is muffled by the pillow. “Gods, yes!”

Ilia, not wanting to feel left out, moves closer and one hand sliding beneath Sienna to cup a full breast, while she presses soft kisses along her exposed shoulder. Together working to drive her insane for the night.

With a final grunt I reach my limit, burying myself to the root and flooding her insides. Sienna collapses forward onto the bed, body trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. I gently pull out; thick seed spills from her onto the sheets.

I let out a long sigh and rolled my neck, letting some of the tension ease up, then glance toward the door. A pair of yellow eyes watches from the shadows behind the half open door. I still don’t know why Atago is so insistent on turning Asanagi into a perverted secret voyeur when the woman could just as easily walk in... or join us. 

Although Asanagi’s eyes look darker than usual.

But I won’t let that detail hold me back. I turn back to Ilia, who giggles and opens her arms to welcome me. I settle between the two of them, one arm around each, feeling their warm bodies press close and rest for a moment. It’s really, truly hard not to spend the rest of my days exactly like this; with my girls.

But… it’s good to be kin-chieftain.

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The images cycle through the projected screen one by one, and I calmly study each one.

The most important of the lot is a village in the northern reaches of Mistral. Or what used to be one. Everything has been razed to the ground, with barely any structure or shape of homes left standing, and those that remain are mostly carbonized shells or piles of ashes.

My attention shifts to the second image.

Lots of gruesome corpses. 

Or rather, the charred remains of the village’s population. There are plenty of them, frozen in many states of terror, either reduced to cinder outright or left as blackened statues mid-motion. Nobody was spared in this massacre, hell there are even animal corpses in there.

I study that image for a moment longer than the others, then shake my head in empathy.

It’s a terrible way to go, almost similar to death by those catastrophic volcanic eruptions.

But this wasn’t from a natural disaster.

All of this comes from Penny’s documentation, which is thorough as always, redundant data included, but Pod filters that before the report reaches me. Penny has been deployed again to deal with the grimm threat for another test run, dispatched alongside Winter’s new battalion at Ironwood’s order in support of Mistral’s central government. The official classification is a sudden behemoth rampaging through their northern territories. The species responsible hasn’t been identified yet. They’re still in the investigation phase, piecing together what little physical evidence survived whatever came through there.

According to Penny, Ironwood has faith she can defeat the behemoth herself this time.

I have my own thoughts on that, but they aren’t relevant right now.

“COMMANDER. MONITORING SITUATION. CURRENT ASSESSMENT: ZERO PROJECTED IMPACT ON SOUTHERN OPERATIONS. NO IMMEDIATE ACTION REQUIRED.”

“Then keep monitoring the situation with Penny and report anything new.” I give the order and switch to another tab on the screen.

“UNDERSTOOD.”

Northern Mistral is someone else’s problem for now. The south, and part of the west, are the only areas we are concerned with or have active plans for. There is no benefit in stretching our forces north and drawing the attention of Mistral’s central government while they’re already working so closely with Atlas.

The new tab opens to a map of the southern region.

This map shows the tunnel network, and the projected expansion of that network, which is coming along pretty well. Better than projected, actually. Within a month it should be completed, and from there we would start the next section to cover even more ground.

A tunnel network was the obvious answer once I sat down and thought through our military problems and disadvantages. We would never reach the numbers to match Atlas in open confrontation, so the solution was to make open confrontation irrelevant to us and force them to face us with our rules instead. That was a future worst case scenario in any case. The current target was the Hana Family’s forces. We wouldn’t face them in a direct confrontation, not yet, and possibly not ever given the rate at which Trifa’s intelligence suggested they were pulling in a lot of mercenary groups. The Prometheus Group’s involvement wasn’t as a direct fighting force, but they were training the family’s soldiers to professional standards. The family heads had invested seriously in building a real army.

So we wouldn’t fight them on the ground they chose.

The tunnels changed every assumption an enemy commander could make about where we were, where we could appear, and how quickly we could disappear. Deploy anywhere without detection. Strike the rear and the supply lines, cause chaos at any chosen point, then vanish before they could fight back. Any army operating above ground against an enemy that moved below it was at a fundamental disadvantage, and that disadvantage would only increase over time.

Some of those tunnel networks already reached under direct Hana Family territory, beneath some of their towns. And the best part was that they were still none the wiser.

The current plan itself was pretty simple in concept. The Spider Family would commit their main force to an open battle, drawing all the Hana Family’s attention and military forces. They had gathered a strong army, reinforced and bolstered their numbers with hunters and aura users. While that battle raged on, our people would hit the rear and supply lines or even go straight for the heads of the army. With the enemy badly damaged, the insurgents would see the clear opening and launch their own campaign, and the resulting pincer would close before the Hana Family could reposition or regroup. Finish everything in one coordinated push before the grimm could turn their attention to us, or another family could move to prevent the Spider Clan from expanding. 

The best wars were always the fast ones.

Simple in concept. The hard part, as always, was in the execution. Specifically, the part that required the insurgent leadership to agree to it.

That was why Trifa was out there, deep in enemy territory.

‘COMMANDER. AGENT TRIFA HAS SENT A MESSAGE.’

‘Speaking of the devil…’

I open the message and start reading.

But I quickly stop as my face contorts into a frown.

I shook my head and read it again, because it was difficult to believe the first time.

But the second time I read shows that I wasn’t hallucinating things because one of the insurgent leaders is Pyrrha Nikos.

I lean back in my chair, taking a moment to process that.

Pyrrha Nikos. 

She is here, in southwest Mistral, leading an insurgency against the Hana Family. Not a four-time consecutive tournament champion. Not a huntress candidate at Beacon. An army deserter, according to the limited information Trifa had managed to gather before sending the message, still actively digging for more. Which meant Pyrrha had been part of Mistral’s central government forces at some point and had chosen to walk away from them, or insubordination, depending on how that particular story went.

My hand unconsciously reaches to rub my chin, deep in thought.

From my old memories, Pyrrha’s character, despite some flaws, is fundamentally on the right side of morality, which made the defection make sense. If she saw enough during her time in the army that conflicted with her values, walking away would be consistent with who she was. And she was skilled, exceptionally so. With her combat and army experience, it was entirely plausible that she had shaped up that group of rebels into something more than an unorganized rabble with grievances and guns.

Or I was giving her too much credit. She was only one of the insurgent leaders, after all.

Still, there was also the Atlas connection to factor in. We had confirmed that weapons were reaching the insurgents from an Atlesian source, though not through the direct Atlas government or a standard smuggler. It had come from a specific army division. Whose division that was; remained another question entirely.

Trifa would have to work overtime gathering intel before making any contact and opening talks.

But Pyrrha Nikos was not a named character I was willing to leave uncollected. This was an opportunity to get more credits, and if she was leading part of this insurgency, there was a reasonable chance she wasn’t the only named character in that group.

I wouldn’t get my hopes up. But I wouldn’t rule it out either.

I’d speak with Pod later, then with Sienna, and issue Trifa her next set of orders from there.

However, my thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the office door.

I straighten up and clear my throat. “Enter.”

“High Leader.”

Fennec stands in the doorway, head bowed, hands clasped behind his back like he always does.

“Yes?”

He raises his head after a moment, but his eyes suddenly turn sharp. “We are ready and waiting to deploy. Give us the order.”

So it’s time.

“Carry out the attack. Leave none alive.”

“Your will be done, High Leader.” He inclines his head once more and steps out, pulling the door closed behind him without a sound.

Once he is gone, I remain in the position, staring at the door for a while.

The SDC had been operating a supply depot three kilometers east of their nearest transit hub inside Hana’s territory. Officially a logistics facility. Unofficially a staging point for the private security contractors they had been quietly filtering into Mistral’s southern territories under corporate cover. We had confirmed that two weeks ago. The contractors were well-armed, well-paid, and had standing orders to respond to any disruption to SDC operations in the region with what the internal memos politely called decisive force.

They were also completely unaware that we had known their exact location for two weeks.

Even if there was no confirmation or even rumors of cooperation with the family, it was obvious that they would help the Hana family in case of an attack since it was in their best interest to keep them around to maintain their influence and investments.

I take another moment to think and make a quick call.

My girlfriend picks up on the second ring. “Adam? Do you need something?”

“Yes. Grab Tempest. You two are being deployed to help Fennec with the incoming mission.”

There is a brief silence. “Wait, really?!”

“You have been training, haven’t you? It’s time to show the results.”

“Of course I have! We’re ready. Tempest has been restless anyway, I think he knows something is coming.”

“Then don’t let me stop you two. Fennec will brief you on the details when you arrive.”

“We won’t disappoint you.” 

I lean back in my chair once again and let a smirk curl my lips.

The SDC won’t see them coming.

I push back from the desk and stand up, rolling my neck once before heading out of the office.

The outpost has changed even more since the first expansion. What started as a functional installation has grown into a proper military base, and that isn’t even counting the bulk of it that now exists underground. I find myself quietly satisfied with the result of the investment.

And now there are a few Felynes moving around and helping wherever they can. One of them is carrying a stack of crates that is comically oversized relative to her body, but the little guys are far stronger than they look. Another has stopped to argue with one of our soldiers, gesturing emphatically with both small arms in a way that suggests she is winning the argument.

Yet soon after I become aware of someone moving to my left, one step behind.

Kiriko. Rather sudden appearance and unannounced too, not her style.

I glance back at her to find her calm and composed.

“Does Hanzo need something?”

She gives a simple nod. “Master Shimada has sent me to inform you that he has found traces of his brother. He requests your assistance in locating him to begin the hunt.”

I consider that for a moment as I continue walking because that’s a big request. “Tell him I will do what I can, but it won’t be the priority of my people.”

Kiriko moves ahead of me in a single smooth step and turns, stopping in my path to do a formal bow. “Thank you for assisting Master Shimada. I will relay your message faithfully.”

I give her a short nod and walk past her.

But she moves again, placing herself in my path a second time, her head low but unlike the first, this looks a lot less formal.

“Is there a problem?” I stop walking. 

“Y-Yes.” Her voice is quieter than before. “It is a delicate matter. I would ask for privacy.”

I glance along the corridor. Nobody nearby is paying particular attention, but she is asking for privacy, which means she has her reasons. I tip my head toward an unoccupied building at the edge of the compound.

She follows without a word.

Inside, I find an empty room, close the door, and draw the curtain across the window.

“This is as private as it gets. Speak.”

Kiriko’s composure breaks, and she drops to her knees and bends forward until her forehead touches the floor, fox ears flat against her hair.

“Please. Stop Master Shimada from killing his brother.”

I raise a brow. That is the complete opposite from moments ago.

She lifts her head and reveals that her brown eyes are welling up. “I have served the Shimada clan since birth. I grew up alongside both of them. My loyalty to them is unshakeable, regardless of the distance that has grown between their paths or the purpose that now drives each of them. I would give my life for either of them without hesitation. That has not changed.”

“That sounds like servitude, Kiriko,” I say, keeping my tone. “Not the kind of alliance Hanzo has spoken to me about.”

Her expression shifts in an instant. Her grief changing to anger. “Do not insult my loyalty, Taurus!”

Wrong comment.

“Then continue.” I gesture with my hand.

She holds the anger for a breath. Then she lets it out with a sigh, and her ears settle again, though not entirely flat. “The Shimada are not my masters. They are my family. The only family I have. What I share with them, what I have always shared with them, is not servitude.” She looks directly at me when she says that last part.

I say nothing.

She takes it as permission and continues. “I cannot choose between them. I WON’T. If they stand against each other, there is no side for me to take. I would rather slit my own throat than be forced into that choice.” She pauses. “That is why I stay close to Hanzo. Because he is the one carrying the most damage from this feud, and he refuses to show it. He hides behind honor, behind the weight of family tradition and the rules his father and the elders laid down before everything fell apart. But I know him. I have known him since we were children.” Her voice drops again. “He does not want to kill Genji. He is forcing himself toward it because he believes it is what duty demands of him as the last Shimada standing. And it is destroying him from the inside.”

Her ears lower again.

“Genji was not the man you fought, I still remember those early days when we laughed and ate sweets together in secret, or pranking Hanzo.” She pauses with a short, humorless laugh. “That is the brother Hanzo wants to end. And if he goes through with it, the Shimada clan ends with that choice. The name, the legacy, everything they were built from. It dies.” She steadies herself with visible effort. “I do not want my only family to disappear, Chieftain Taurus.”

People change…

I rest my chin on my hand and look toward the ceiling.

This is a new problem.

I had expected Shimada clan politics to remain in the background. 

The pragmatic perspective is straightforward enough. Hanzo’s support is worth securing, and helping him find Genji had seemed like the obvious way to do it. But if Kiriko is neither lying nor exaggerating, delivering Genji to Hanzo isn’t securing anything. It is handing him a loaded gun and stepping back so he can pull the trigger.

At the same time, Genji was not without his own debt to collect. The casualties from the fight against the Brachydios were mostly because of his interference. That isn’t something I can just brush aside.

But consequences and execution are not the same.

Hanzo in every conversation I had shared with him was resolute on this point. His conviction ran deep, and it had philosophical roots, not merely personal ones. He believes in nature and in balance. Prosthetics and cybernetics are not wrong in his view, not inherently, they have their place when used to recover what loss had taken. What he condemns is the conscious rejection of one’s own body, the discarding of what you are for the sake of fast power. And what Genji had done, remaking himself as he had in pursuit of vengeance, was precisely that in Hanzo’s eyes. 

A betrayal of self dressed up as purpose.

That Genji had done it to avenge their clan and their family apparently made it worse, not better.

I considered using the stamp briefly. It is always an option. But once again loyalty isn’t the same thing as obedience, and both Shimada brothers have that self-destructive look. And very likely will drag others down with them.

So there is another possibility.

Nines has continued her research and experimentation in Vale, and she has shared the results. A Pod unit could access Genji’s cyberware and incapacitate him, saving us both the bother of fighting. Especially that his semblance alone made direct combat something dangerous. If it wasn’t for my defenses, his dragon blade would have liquified my insides.

Besides, leaving him without limbs is pretty efficient and safe.

I lower my gaze back to the faunus guardian.

She is still on her knees, watching me with those eyes, expecting a positive answer.

“Very well,” I say. “I will humor your request. If we find him first, we take him alive. I make no guarantees about his condition afterward, but he will be breathing.”

Kiriko bends forward again, her head to the floor. “Thank you. Truly.”

“Go report back to your master.”

She is on her feet before I finish the sentence. She pauses at the curtain just long enough to look back at me once, and then she slips out without a sound.

I pull the curtain back and step out into the compound.

Let’s see how Ilia and Tempest perform on this mission first. Then we’ll deal with the dragons.

AN: We are back in action.