Steam & Shenanigans

The moment the call ended, the women launched their assault—

Kisses, bites, teasing touches. No hesitation.

Then, outta nowhere, they paused.

Grakka and Lena both locked eyes with him.

Without a word, they stood and grabbed him by the hands.

Shiro blinked, smirking as he followed their sway.

"Damn… with asses like that, I'd follow y'all anywhere. But uh—where we goin'?"

They turned at the same time, deadpan voices in sync:

"Bathroom. Gotta get their stank off you."

That snapped his grin wider.

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The bathroom was massive.

Dark marble floors. Steamy glyph-runes etched into the glass. A walk-in shower big enough to host a house party.

Grakka tugged her top over her head.

Lena reached around, unzipping her suit—her back arching with a low, teasing hum.

The two women touched each other as they undressed. Soft hands trailing hips and thighs like it was part of the ritual.

Snap!

Lena raised a finger.

"Shower: Start."

Water fell like mist, warm and inviting. Lights dimmed.

R&B music kicked on—slow, steamy. The walls pulsed with shifting neon hues.

Shiro stepped in. They followed.

Grakka grabbed a bottle of soap, her thick frame moving with deliberate hunger.

Lena pressed up against his front, eyes locked with his—while Grakka moved behind.

They started washing him.

Lena's hands ran over his chest, slow and sensual.

Grakka's touch was firmer, lathering up his back in smooth, strong circles.

Bump.

Lena's eyes widened as something firm tapped her chest.

She looked down.

"…Wow," she breathed. "You swingin' like a forearm."

Shiro grinned, teeth flashing gold.

"You surprised?"

Grakka chuckled behind him.

"Nah."

Then she wrapped a hand around it from behind, stroking slow.

"We just missed it."

Her other hand slid across his abs.

Lena leaned in, pressing her slick body against his, water streaming down her breasts.

"You gettin' hard this fast…? Thought we wore you out earlier."

Shiro growled low, grabbing a handful of Grakka's ass while pulling Lena closer by the waist.

"You two just don't know how fine you are… I ain't ever get tired of this."

Grakka kissed the side of his neck.

"Then stop talkin'… and use us."

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Shiro spun Lena to the wall, gripping her thigh and hoisting it up—hot water cascading down her curves. He slid in slow, eyes locked on her face.

She gasped, biting her lip, fingernails scratching the steamy tile.

Behind him, Grakka kissed down his spine, her fingers digging into his back, moaning at the sounds Lena made.

Lena turned her head slightly, breath catching.

"Gods… this angle… Shiro—don't stop—"

"I ain't stoppin' till y'all can't walk straight."

He pulled out slow, then slammed in, one hand gripping her hip tight.

Water slapped the floor with every thrust.

Grakka licked his shoulder, grinding against his side, begging to be next.

Lena's moans rose in pitch as her legs began to shake.

Grakka finally snapped.

"Move. My turn."

Shiro withdrew. Lena slumped against the wall, body twitching with aftershocks.

Grakka grabbed his jaw and kissed him deep. Then turned and braced both hands on the wall, ass arched out like a goddess demanding worship.

Shiro grinned dark.

"You been waitin' for this, huh?"

He slid in slow. Grakka's breath hitched, fists clenching.

"Mmmfuck—yes—"

He leaned down, growling in her ear.

"Keep talkin' like that, I'll put you through the fuckin' wall."

She glanced back, eyes wild.

"Then break it."

He did.

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Grakka's moans hit a rhythm, echoing off the steamy walls as her body rocked into him.

Each thrust had her crying out, nails clawing at the wall, breath catching between curses and praise.

Shiro didn't slow.

Sweat mixed with water. Muscles flexed under neon blues and purples that rippled like heatwaves.

He gripped her thick waist and went deeper, harder—until her knees buckled and she collapsed forward, breathless and shaking.

But Shiro wasn't done.

He turned her around, picked her up like she weighed nothing, and walked her out the shower.

Lena was already on the bed, legs open, one hand lazily between her thighs.

"You're takin' too long," she teased.

He tossed Grakka beside her.

"You both want round two?"

Shiro cracked his neck. "Then lemme bless you proper."

They giggled like hyenas in heat.

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What followed was chaos.

Moaning. Sweat. Tangled limbs and raw desire.

Lena straddling his face while Grakka rode him into the mattress.

Grakka getting pinned while Lena kissed down her spine.

Shiro flipping them, biting thighs, groaning as their bodies wrapped around him like silk chains.

Over and over again.

Until every breath was a gasp.

Every muscle sore.

Voices raw from screaming his name.

By the time they collapsed for good, the sun had started peeking through the window.

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7:45 AM

Grakka and Lena finally dragged themselves outta bed.

Sore. Glowing.

They tossed on silky robes and wandered through the mansion's wide, high-ceilinged halls. Velvet curtains. Glowing glyphs. Enchanted temperature stones.

Downstairs, Lena's private chef—a seasoned beastkin with gray stripes and calm eyes—was already plating breakfast in the open-concept kitchen.

The table? Stacked.

Eggs with spicy drizzle. Thick-cut meats. Fresh fruits. Elven pastries. A jug of cold juice that shimmered like stardust.

Grakka plopped down with a loud yawn, rubbing her shoulder.

"Damn, I feel like I got knocked around by a drunk stone troll. Twice."

Lena sipped from a crystal glass like she hadn't screamed herself hoarse six hours ago.

"You did say break the wall."

Grakka scoffed, biting into a slab of meat.

"You high-blood elves always got somethin' slick to say. Speaking of which…"

She leaned forward, brow raised.

"…You're real well-off, huh? What do you actually do?"

Lena raised a brow, chewing slowly.

"Things."

Grakka blinked.

"…Really?"

Lena smirked.

"I mean, you were with me last night when I was technically working…"

"That was work?"

"In a way. I handle people. Fix problems. Move information. Make things disappear. Sometimes I listen. Sometimes I hex. Sometimes I kill."

"…So, shady."

"I didn't say that."

Grakka leaned back, chewing slower.

"You some kinda underworld queenpin or somethin'?"

"Depends who you ask."

"Yeah? Then let me ask somethin' else. How old are you, really?"

Lena's smile widened, dangerous and amused.

"Ooh, now you're gettin' bold."

"Damn right. I like knowin' who I'm sharin' a man with."

"…Can't unveil that just yet," Lena teased. "But tell me about yourself, and maybe I'll trade."

Grakka chuckled through a mouthful of eggs.

"Pfft, alright then…"

She told stories—growing up in warrior clans, bounty hunting, knocking a war ogre out cold with one punch.

Lena mostly listened, asking sharp questions—curious, but careful.

Then—

BOOOOM!

The whole mansion gave a low rumble. Forks clinked. Lights trembled.

Grakka shot to her feet.

"What the fuck was that?!"

Lena didn't even flinch. She tapped a rune crystal—reinforcement glyphs shimmered to life.

"Shiro."

"He still trainin'? That ain't no damn workout, that's war prep!"

"Mmm. Been at it since dawn. That wasn't the first boom—just the loudest."

Grakka's mouth curled into a grin.

"Shit… now I really wanna fight."

She grabbed her axe.

"Wait, lemme see it."

Lena held out her hand.

"Just gimme."

Grakka handed it over.

Lena blew across the blade—glowing enchantment flooding the steel.

"There. More durable. You'll need it.

Also… that's a favor. You're bodyguardin' me later."

"Alright. Bet."

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7:58 AM – Saturday

The courtyard behind Lena's mansion stretched wide under the golden morning sky.

Floating lanterns. Glowing vine-laced walls. Shock-absorbing stone enchanted with auto-repair glyphs.

Shiro stood shirtless at the center, hair tied back, sweat clinging to his obsidian-dark skin. Direwolf-hide gauntlets glinted. Claws out. Breathing slow.

BOOM!

He slammed a palm into the ground, cracking the stone beneath.

Grakka strode out, axe on her shoulder.

Lena followed, already summoning glowing sigils. Just in case someone lost a limb.

Grakka rolled her neck.

"You done showin' off?"

Shiro grinned, gold fangs flashing.

"Nah. I was warmin' up for you."

She dropped her axe with a heavy THUNK.

"You sure you still got juice left in that dick-slingin' body?"

"I always got juice."

They stared for one long second.

Then charged.

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CLANG!

Steel met claw.

Grakka swung. Shiro ducked low, spun inside, elbowed toward her chin.

She blocked. Force slid her back.

"Fast," she muttered.

"Harder than you thought, huh?" he teased, landing on all fours like an animal.

Grakka stomped.

"You talk too damn much."

WHOOSH—CLANG!

She blitzed. Axes. Kicks. Slashes.

Shiro danced through them, beastlike. Bare feet gliding.

Then—strike. His claws raked across her upper bicep.

"Hah!" he barked. "Touched ya."

"Touched this!"

She headbutted him. CRACK!

Blood. Laughter. Gold fangs.

"You fight like a damn animal."

"I am a damn animal."

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The courtyard shook as they clashed again.

Fists. Claws. Steel. Sweat.

Grakka's axe carved air. Shiro flipped. Kicked. She caught his ankle and slammed him down.

BOOM!

Dust exploded.

From her perch, Lena waved a conjured fan.

"Down he goes like a deadbeat dad in family court. Ten points to Grakka."

Shiro flipped up. Rushed again.

Grakka parried.

CRACK! Another headbutt.

"You're gonna dent this pretty face."

"You're welcome."

She grabbed him—

And the fight raged on.

The courtyard echoed with the sounds of a small war.

Shiro flipped backward off Grakka's shoulders. She spun, throwing an uppercut the size of a frying pan. He ducked and swept her leg.

BOOM!

She crashed flat on her back.

Shiro pounced—but Grakka rolled, catching him mid-air, and powerbombed him into the ground like a wrestler from hell.

Dust exploded. A pigeon somewhere screamed and took off.

Lena sat cross-legged on a levitating couch conjured from arcane silk, munching grapes. She conjured a glowing scoreboard in the air with a flick of her fingers.

"And we are tied! Shiro with the acrobatics and dick-powered stamina… versus Grakka, the Battle Baddie, currently delivering more slams than a rejected Tinder date."

Shiro rose from the crater, grinning. One eye bruised, blood running from his lip, chest heaving.

Grakka stood across from him, sweat glistening, axe resting on her shoulder. One braid had come undone. She was smirking too.

Shiro cracked his neck.

"You done?"

Grakka spat blood and grinned wider.

"You done?"

They charged.

This time, they collided mid-air—Shiro flipping over her, twisting, arm around her neck. She countered by grabbing his waist and slamming them both into the ground.

WHAM!

They didn't move for a second.

Then—

Both started laughing. Breathless. Grinning like wild animals that finally found someone they couldn't kill but didn't wanna stop trying.

Shiro rolled off, arms spread.

"…Damn. I missed this. Real fight. Real heat."

Grakka coughed.

"Next time, I'm breakin' one of your ribs."

"You already might've."

Lena floated down in a silky robe and heels, still holding her mimosa.

She looked down at them both, unimpressed.

"Well, that was dramatic."

Sip.

"The Beast versus the Battle Thicc orc. Both sweaty, shirtless, and trying to prove who could get hornier through combat."

Grakka raised a hand from the floor, middle finger up.

Lena grinned.

"For real though… you two fight like divorced gods with visitation rights. I don't know whether to make popcorn or file a restraining order."

Shiro sat up, panting.

"Hah… nah… you gotta admit, we look good as hell doin' it."

Lena raised a brow.

"Only if blood, bruises, and toxic lust count as sexy. Oh wait, I forgot who I'm talking to."

Grakka chuckled, finally pulling herself upright.

"You're just mad you weren't in it."

Lena twirled her finger, conjuring a swirling black flame.

"I'll spar you naked later, sweetheart. But right now…"

She gestured to their sweaty, bruised bodies.

"…Y'all smell like gym demons. Go shower. Breakfast's still warm—barely."

Shiro and Grakka looked at each other.

Then hobbled inside, grinning like idiots, limping, bruised, filthy, but high on adrenaline.

Lena trailed behind them, fanning herself.

"Gods above, I'm surrounded by beasts with anger issues and nice asses."

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