With that said, Vivian began to lead Kyrie out into the hallway, rather pleased with having figured out something that would make her completely comfortable with Kyrie in the bedroom. Kyrie wasn't sure she liked it that much but what could she say, really? She couldn't just say that watching them without drawing them would make her too aroused: the mere thought of that brought a blush to her face and made any words she might have on the matter halt in her throat.
There really wasn't much time to contemplate this, because soon Vivian was stopping in front of a closed door. Bringing a finger up to her lips to indicate silence from Kyrie, she quietly opened up the door, peeking her head in with Kyrie close behind her. She was greeted with complete silence, and this made her narrow her eyes a little bit as she wondered if he was actually in there. The two women quietly slipped into the room and Kyrie was quick to branch off and go sit in a corner of the room where she'd have a good view of the bed. Now that she was here, it was a little comforting to know that she'd be completely invisible to them, even Vivian would have no real way of confirming that she was there unless she got up and actually ventured into the corner.
Holding her notebook tight against herself, she waited in the darkness until Vivian lit up a single candle by the bed. This act revealed Renard who was very clearly sleeping. He certainly wouldn't be for long though, not if Vivian had anything to say about it. Sure enough, more candles became lit up around the bed, making the area clearer and clearer to Kyrie. Renard wasn't very light sensitive it would appear, because as more candles became lit he hardly even stirred. Only once the bed was completely lit up did Vivian finally turn her attention to Renard.
Vivian started off fairly light, bending over the bed to give his cheek a soft kiss: it was a cute scene, one that Kyrie would probably draw once this was all over with. The longer that Kyrie sat in the darkness, the more comfortable all of this was becoming to her. She was moving into more familiar ground of watching people without them even acknowledging her, and the less she was noticed the easier it was for her to just think about her drawing. As long as she was able to keep this mentality then the evening should pass just fine for her.
Renard didn't wake from the kiss Vivian gave him, so she decided to up the ante. Crawling onto the bed, Vivian pushed the blankets down Renard's body to reveal that he was only wearing underwear at the moment. Straddling him, Vivian leaned down to give him another kiss, except this time the kiss was on his lips. As Kyrie watched this, she couldn't help but be reminded by how she'd practically woken Isaac back up for sex that one evening, and that just made her blush. Watching Vivian do this though, she was much more pointed in her objective, and Kyrie almost wished she could've seen herself when she'd woken up Isaac. There had been so much more shyness and hesitation on her own part, and she wished that she could more clearly compare it to Vivian's confidence.
Vivian's efforts were rewarded as Renard finally began to respond: the longer Vivian's kiss went on for, the more Renard actively participated in it. He could just be doing this in the haze of sleep, but then he brought a hand up to the back of Vivian's head to forcibly pull her closer, and that was a pretty good indicator to both women that he was awake now.
When the two of them separated from the kiss, Vivian had a sultry smile on her face while Renard just chuckled softly.
"Feeling a little frisky, my dear?"
"Maybe just a little."
This was murmured softly to Renard as she lightly bit at his bottom lip and he let out a happy hum.
"Not a bad way to wake up. You should do this more often."
"If I did it more often you'd be too spoiled."
Vivian kissed and softly nibbled on his cheek and chin, and Renard let out an appreciative sound as his hands slid under her nightgown. Not enough to reach her underwear yet, just enough to show his intent.
"You know, this would be the perfect sort of situation for Kyrie to be drawing us."
For the whole week that had passed since he proposed it to her, he'd been subtly nagging Vivian about it and she rolled her eyes.
"I told you already that I have a plan for that! Now shut up and kiss me."
Renard let out an almost exasperated noise at that, but he did go in for a kiss nonetheless which Vivian immediately deepened to distract him. Sure enough, the longer the kiss went for, the more his hands began to trail upward on her leg. Vivian's heart pounded in anticipation for this, because she was just so excited to show him the sexy clothes that she'd made for herself. Surely he would like it, wouldn't he? And he would be so surprised to see them! Her body trembled as his hands pushed her dress up further and further, and when he made it far enough to be able to touch the straps of her lingerie a little bit of confusion passed along his features. His confusion was met with a pleased grin on Vivian's part, and that just made him more certain that this was different from usual.
Determined to figure out why this felt different, he pulled her nightgown up and over her head. Once he got it all the way off her and tossed it to the ground, Vivian sat up on top of him, her hands lightly resting on his stomach while she curved her back to put her whole ensemble on display for him. The wave of arousal that crashed through him to see his lover dressed like this was undeniable, and she could feel him pulsing underneath her as he stared a little wide eyed in silence.
Vivian was right... The expression on Renard's face certainly was priceless. His mouth was even slightly open, as if he'd frozen in the middle of trying to speak! It was rare to see him enraptured by something, but he was clearly enraptured right now.
It really was strange for Kyrie to compare how her sessions with Renard were different from Vivian's: since Vivian was such an active partner, it was more like she was watching a couple enjoying an evening, but when Kyrie and Renard were having sex, it was as if he had a toy that he had fun messing with. Perhaps that was just the difference between love and a physical relationship though? Because in her pictures with Isaac she seemed to be a more active member too, even if ultimately she was the passive party. The emotions and the dynamic of a relationship were so evident through the observations of sex, more so than she would've though initially.
Brushing her fingers over the binding of her notebook, she wished that she could have it open and drawing. Her attention was drawn back to the scene before her though when she heard Vivian's voice.
"Have I rendered you speechless?"
As Vivian said this, she leaned over her lover, her fingers gently touching his mouth. It felt good to have him so caught off his stride: it was always so much work to do but it was so incredibly rewarding whenever she got it to happen. It really made her feel like she was his lover, that she was someone that he legitimately had an active interest in rather than her just being an outlet for sex. Though really, that latter feeling wasn't too present anymore because of the effort that the two of them had been making to get to know each other outside of the bedroom. They felt closer than ever before now, especially so when she saw moments of vulnerability from Renard, like the one she was experiencing at this very moment.
Renard didn't even try to return Vivian's bit of snark with his own, instead, he took hold of her hand and gave her fingers a soft kiss. This act in and of itself sent a shiver running through her body, but then Renard added a heated look into her eyes that set her body aflame with desire and love.
"Yes... Yes you have."
His hands slid up along her body then, moving over the straps on her hips and then along the vast expanse of skin that she had exposed along her sides before fingering the strap that went around her body just below her breasts. Sitting up now so that he'd better be able to reach the rest of her, his hands ascended, brushing along the curve of her breasts as he continued to move along her sides. It was strange, but the little bit of fabric interspersing his trek upwards had been immensely pleasing to him. He'd never considered himself to be a person particularly appreciative of clothing or fabric, but the way that this lingerie accented Vivian's body was something he just couldn't get enough of.
Letting his hands move back down to her stomach, his fingers followed along the edge of the lace V that was present there, his hands getting a mixture of the soft material of the fabric and the soft feeling of Vivian's own skin. It was as if he was exploring her body for the first time again and she decided then and there that this experimental surprise had definitely been worth it.
All of this was just so... So beautiful to Kyrie. While Vivian and Renard were definitely aroused over there, to Kyrie there wasn't any particular arousal for the moment, it was just that the love and adoration they had for each other was clearly showing. As much as Renard was willing to have sex with other women, what Kyrie was watching now seemed to tell her that Vivian was the one that he preferred, the one who was his favorite. Or maybe it was just that the nature of his love was different with her? Whatever it was made Kyrie think more of the dynamic between herself and Isaac rather than herself and Renard. Granted, she could only say that Vivian was the favorite between herself and Vivian: Kyrie had no idea what he looked like when he had sex with Dessi, but she still suspected that Vivian would be the most favored. Kyrie and Renard connected on a more base level, because their hobbies were so similar. Vivian and Renard though... There was more to that relationship: they may not share hobbies, but they certainly seemed to share a whole lot more than that.
Kyrie was almost relieved to see that Renard was closer to Vivian. Kyrie had worried that if she ever got a closer relationship with Renard than Vivian did then that would hurt her even more. Now, even if Vivian did learn that Kyrie had slept with Renard, Kyrie could assure her friend that she was actually the favored one. It would take little more than a comparison of the drawings to see that.
Even though there was no jealousy, there was the sting of loneliness present in Kyrie's mind. This love and connection that she was witnessing, it really did make her miss Isaac. They didn't even have to be having sex, Kyrie just really liked having his presence somewhere around her. Her shoulders drooped as she fingered her necklace, but she really didn't have much time to be sad because things were beginning to escalate with Vivian and Renard.
Renard's fingers had moved to Vivian's breasts now, and she let out a soft moan as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. The metal rings felt warm due to Vivian's body heat, but to have those metal pieces in the way meant that he had to interact very specifically with her breasts today. They had to be nice and hard before he'd be able to do much with his mouth. It was almost exciting to have things changed like this: it wasn't much of a change, all things considered, but it was enough to increase the arousal of both parties involved more than usual.
After getting Vivian's nipples to stick out prominently within the confines of their metal, Renard proceeded to push her down onto the bed. His hands rested over the strap just below her breasts and held her firmly in place as he brought his mouth down to begin playing with her nipples. He took one of them lightly within his teeth and rolled it around, causing her to squirm and moan as she dug her fingers into his hair. Her legs also moved to wrap around him as she did this, her whole body wanting to press him further into her as he played within the constraints of her outfit.
His lips did eventually move to encompass her nipple, but since he was given such a small space when he sucked it was with the force of his lips, so when he pulled away from her it made a bit of a popping sound. Vivian let out a soft cry as her body trembled from this, and even Kyrie, who was sitting so far away, felt that shudder. Clenching her notebook all the harder, she bit her lip as she watched Renard do the same to Vivian's other nipple.
By the time Renard finished with this amusement, both women were considerably aroused, though of course the one beneath him more so than the one that he wasn't even aware existed in the room. Letting his hands move up to squeeze the fullness of Vivian's breasts now, she moaned as this caused the metal to shift enough to tease her already abused nipples. Continuing to pleasure her in this way, Renard moved down to kiss some of the exposed skin on her stomach with a soft hum of both approval and arousal of his own.
"This surprise was certainly worth the wait, Vivian."
He didn't really try to explain why, and Vivian didn't ask for a why, because even if he didn't vocalize the reason she could easily tell from his actions that he loved this. One of his hands moved down lower, while his other rested on the curve of her waist. His head was back up with Vivian's now, and as he leaned in to take her lips in another kiss, his hand rubbed along her sex through the sheer fabric. The fabric was so thin that it made him really feel her warmth all the more, and he was so tempted to just push it to the side to start thrusting into her, but he wanted to savor this gift that she gave him.
She was moaning into their kiss, her hips pushing further into Renard's hand as he felt her arousal seeping through the cloth. It was actually making his fingers wet because of how little fabric was actually there, and he just couldn't keep savoring any longer. Pulling his underwear down just enough to reveal his fully aroused erection, he pushed the fabric aside that was between him and her sex before guiding himself towards her entrance. As his hand, which was already wet from her sex, grabbed hold of his own erection, he let out a soft groan as he pressed the tip up against her sex.
This whole thing felt so exciting... And he fucking loved it.
Slamming himself into her the moment that he'd lined them up, she broke their kiss to let out a loud cry of pleasure, and he brought the hand up that still had her arousal on it to her mouth. Sure enough, this light fingering of her mouth prompted her to open her lips for him, and regardless of the fact that she was definitely going to be tasting herself, she let his fingers in. This just set him off all the more as his hips began pistoning into her. Her moans could still be heard through the fingers in her mouth, and as he lost himself further in his own pleasure, his fingers pushed further and further into her mouth. She had no real protest with this though, and gladly took him in both holes, her body moving quite a bit against the bed as Renard controlled their pace.
He watched her, transfixed as she took in his fingers while her breasts bounced invitingly from each push he made into her. Moving his free hand up, he stopped the motion of one of her breasts by roughly groping it, subtly shifting around the metal ring a bit so that with each thrust he made into her the nipple would be stimulated by moving under the ring. Giving the same treatment to her other breast once he saw how successful this was, he removed his fingers from her lips, drawing a glistening line of saliva down her neck until he was groping both breasts.
She really couldn't take much more of this though, and the sounds she was making clearly indicated that. Squeezing her breasts hard in his hands as her inner walls began to clench around him, he let out a low moan of his own before slamming his lips back against hers. Letting his tongue penetrate deep into her mouth just as his sex was deep inside hers, the two of them let out a combined moan as Renard made one last thrust into her, his body shuddering hard as his warmth spilled into her. Vivian clung to Renard as she also came with a sudden, almost violent, spasm, and her inner walls clenched around him, eagerly trying to suck in everything that he had to give.
The two of them breathed deeply through their noses as they remained connected both by their sexes and by their lips, but eventually their kiss broke and Vivian's head rolled back, exposing her neck as she panted. Renard was still breathing heavily himself as his fingers gently squeezed at her breasts, not messing with the nipple or being too arousing, mostly just playing. Unable to resist this presentation of her neck though, he leaned in to give her some soft kisses which made her whole body tense in a way that coaxed another groan out of Renard.
"You are stunning, Vivian."
She let out a soft but higher pitched hum as he continued to kiss at her neck, though soon he was moving down to give the globes of her breasts some soft kisses. As he moved down on her body, his sex pulled out of hers, and she let out a soft gasp from this separation. Burying his face in the fullness of Vivian's chest, Renard let out another sound of appreciation as he lightly bit at her soft flesh.
Kyrie had watched all of this with a hand firmly over her own mouth while the other held tight to her notebook. Each escalation of arousal that she'd seen on Vivian had been felt by Kyrie, and she found that her own breathing had begun to get heavier as her body craved what Vivian was getting. She wished so badly that she could draw, because there'd been plenty of scenes that she would love to put on the page and drawing would help to distract her from the warmth of her own body. It was just too dark for her to be able to do anything in her notebook though, so she was left with nothing at all to keep her mind off of how much she craved a release of her own. The only thing she could do was keep her eyes fixed on the two lovers on the bed and take note of their every little action to save for later.
It was so hard though, Kyrie had been wishing for the end this whole time, but now that it was over there was a vague sense of unease. Renard was still exploring Vivian's body, admiring the fabric and his lover as his hands and mouth moved along her. Finding herself desperately hoping that this wouldn't escalate again, Kyrie's hope rung horribly hollow as Renard spoke.
"If it takes so long for me to get one of these surprises I'll have to savor this, completely and utterly."
Once again giving each of her pert nipples a little suck, she gasped and tried to push him away a little since her body was still too aroused from just orgasming. Even so, she managed to breathe out at least a little bit of a response.
"So you're not too upset that I woke you then?"
He chuckled softly at that, wrapping his arms around her and slowly kissing down her body via the exposed skin.
"Does it look like I'm upset?"
Kyrie paled a little as it became clearer and clearer to her that this was going to continue, and by the sounds of it, this was going to continue for quite a while. Gripping her notebook hard enough for it to leave marks on her skin, she knew that she couldn't stay here. Not without... Not without losing her self restraint. She had plenty of material to work with to create a dozen pictures, there was no need for her to stick around longer.
As Renard buried his face in Vivian's chest again, Kyrie took this opportunity to escape.
To be honest, Vivian had completely forgotten that Kyrie was in the room. When Renard was having sex with her, she thought of nothing but Renard, but now that there was a slight crack of light opening in the distance, she suddenly remembered that her friend was in the room. It was hard for her to really care about this fact as Renard pleasured her breasts though, and soon she was pushing Renard further into her as she let out another moan. Kyrie gave a last look behind her from that sound before just silently closing the door behind her. A part of Vivian wondered just what Kyrie thought of the whole thing, and why she was leaving so early, but she'd have to ask her friend about that later. For now, she let her hands entangle in Renard's blonde locks as she gave herself up to round two.
Kyrie though, she couldn't seem to calm down. As she practically ran down the hallway in an effort to try and burn off all this arousal, she could still feel her heart pounding in her ears. Instead of going back down the stairs to the slave quarters, she stopped in front of the guest room that she and Isaac usually shared. Her chest heaved a bit as she breathed heavily, both from running and from arousal, and as she looked at the door, its pull over her was palpable.
Clenching her notebook close to her body again, her feet ended up taking her inside the room instead of passing it by. Upon entering, she had an almost wild hope that she would find Isaac on the bed. Heading straight for the bed, she lit up one of the candles and was immediately disappointed. She already knew that he wasn't going to be there, why had she even gotten so excited in the first place? Setting her notebook down on the bedside table, she let her hands touch the covers and just spread along the blankets, smoothing them out as she imagined Isaac laying there somewhere. Blinking her eyes furiously as she began to feel moisture rising up there, she crawled up onto the bed. With a trembling body, she curled up into a little ball in the hopes that it would help stop her trembling, but she couldn't help thinking about how much she wished Isaac was here right now.
Not only did her body burn for him, but she missed the warmth of his body pressed up against hers. Bringing both hands up to cover her mouth, it helped her resist bringing them down to start touching herself, and it muffled the little whimper that left her. Watching the love with which Renard and Vivian had sex only made her want Isaac more.
Drawing. Drawing always helped her forget about her own wants and desires.
Unfurling her body, Kyrie reached over to the bedside table with still trembling hands to pick up her notebook. Sitting up against the headboard, and trying to ignore how the hardness of the headboard made her miss the softness of Isaac's body whenever she sat against him, she opened up her notebook to a blank page. When she set her hand to the paper her own emotions slowly began to dull, and the trembling became much less obvious. Drawing had always been something that was calming for her, so even if she was drawing images of Vivian and Renard in acts that made her miss Isaac all the more, it didn't bother her nearly as much as it did to just be watching them; it always helped her to put her thoughts and feelings down onto paper, after all.
She wasn't sure how long it was that she stayed up doing this, but what she did know was that when she woke up the next morning, her notebook was still laying open on her lap.