Quincy x MC x V: First NSFW Encounter.

As I'm hitting the larger portions of coding, I do want to share snippets of NSFW sections of the future, and the one I want to share right now is the polyamorous beginnings of V and Quincy. Now, you can start the poly relationship whenever, if you're in a relationship with Quincy or V first.

Written for if the Player picked Bisexual.

The first major NSFW scene, after becoming a trio:

Witch (with a cock)

You glance over Quincy's documents, her neat handwriting curling wonderfully. You felt a smile tugging at your lips, having come to appreciate her ostentatious writing after your time together. Continuing you rifle through her drawers, you nearly missed the squeak of the floorboards above your head. Nearly.

If Quincy was in, then she'd be able to dismiss what the younger Rawlins had said. Picking up the pace, you made your way up the stairs, the squeaking accompanying some soft conversation. Straining your ears, you could hear... Yes, Victor!

You approached the door but stopped short, the slit in the door just open enough for you to see...

Them.

Quincy, like the first time you met her, draped over Victor, but it wasn't in a flaunting, performative way, to try and frighten you off. No, her corset was pushed against his upper arm, her breasts nearly escaping from the fabric, whispering low as Victor made soft, strained groans.

The tea set in front of them was completely forgotten, her shawl and his jacket sprawled on the floor.

"I've missed you, you know." Her soft, intoxicating voice whispered, as she nosed along his jaw, her hand moving slow in his barely opened breeches.

"F-Fuck, Quinn." He could barely breath out, head tilted back and eyes shut.

She laughed softly.

"Hm, reminds me..." Her thumb dug a bit into his slit, making Victor buck his hips with a hiss. "You're so sweet for bringing me that pretty little piece of ass. you picked up"

He gritted his teeth a bit, raising his head, sweat beading his forehead.

"F-Fucking what?"

"The little Witch." She breathed, smile curling along her lips, her hand around his cock pumping quicker. "They're so cute and makes me want to take a bite out of them."

"God, Quin-"

"You picked such a sweet one for us. Also, quite the perverted one, hm? Little peeper?"

She turns to the door, her eyes snagging onto yours.

"About time you arrived." She smiled as Victor groaned and motioned for you to come in. "I was going to leave poor Victor with Blue Balls if you took any longer. Ready to grab you and drag you back here."

You stammered, finally noticing her own hand tucked under her skirts, moving slowly.

Witch ( with a pussy):

You glance over Quincy's documents, her neat handwriting curling wonderfully. You felt a smile tugging at your lips, having come to appreciate her ostentatious writing after your time together. Continuing you rifle through her drawers, you nearly missed the squeak of the floorboards above your head. Nearly.

If Quincy was in, then she'd be able to dismiss what the younger Rawlins had said. Picking up the pace, you made your way up the stairs, the squeaking accompanying some soft conversation. Straining your ears, you could hear... Yes, Victor!

You approached the door but stopped short, the slit in the door just open enough for you to see...

Them.

Quincy, like the first time you met her, draped over Victor, but it wasn't in a flaunting, performative way, to try and frighten you off. No, her corset was pushed against his upper arm, her breasts nearly escaping from the fabric, whispering low as Victor made soft, strained groans.

The tea set in front of them was completely forgotten, her shawl and his jacket sprawled on the floor.

"I've missed you, you know." Her soft, intoxicating voice whispered, as she nosed along his jaw, her hand moving slow in his barely opened breeches.

"F-Fuck, Quinn." He could barely breath out, head tilted back and eyes shut.

She laughed softly.

"Hm, reminds me..." Her thumb dug a bit into his slit, making Victor buck his hips with a hiss. "You're so sweet for bringing me that pretty little pussy that you picked up"

He gritted his teeth a bit, raising his head, sweat beading his forehead.

"F-Fucking what?"

"The little Witch." She breathed, smile curling along her lips, her hand around his cock pumping quicker. "They're so cute and makes me want to take a bite out of them."

"God, Quin-"

"You picked such a sweet one for us. Also, quite the perverted one, hm? Little peeper?"

She turns to the door, her eyes snagging onto yours.

"About time you arrived." She smiled as Victor groaned and motioned for you to come in. "I was going to leave poor Victor with Blue Balls if you took any longer. Ready to grab you and drag you back here."

You stammered, finally noticing her own hand tucked under her skirts, moving slowly.