Schnee | Synduality: Noir - Gallery

The neon glow of the Neo-Tokyo night bled through the window of their private oasis, painting streaks of electric blue and vibrant pink across Schnee's alabaster skin. She traced the condensation on her glass of chilled sake, the ice clinking softly, a counterpoint to the hushed hum of the city below. Beside her, Kanata’s presence was a warm, steady anchor, his hand resting lightly on her thigh, sending subtle tremors through her. Magus, ever the silent observer, emanated a calming aura from her position on the plush sofa, her luminous eyes reflecting the ambient light.

Schnee savored the quiet intimacy, a stark contrast to the chaos of their daily lives as Drifters. This evening was an indulgence, a rare moment stolen from the relentless pursuit of Drifters and the ever-present threat of the Dust. She leaned her head against Kanata’s shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of his pilot suit mingled with something uniquely his, a musk that always stirred a deep, primal yearning within her. His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of her closeness, and a slow flush crept up her neck.

“You seem lost in thought, Schnee,” Kanata murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. His thumb began to gently stroke the delicate skin of her inner thigh, each pass sending delicious shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation wash over her. Lately, her thoughts had been dominated by him, by the raw, untamed intensity she sensed beneath his gentle exterior. And more recently, a new, intoxicating thought had begun to bloom: the shared gaze that sometimes flickered between Kanata and Magus, a silent understanding that hinted at something deeper, something shared.

“Just… appreciating this moment,” she whispered, her voice husky. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had such peace.” She dared to glance at Magus, her gaze lingering on the curve of her AI companion’s sculpted form, her eyes widening slightly as she met Magus’s own. There was an unspoken curiosity in that shared look, a nascent desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks, fueled by close quarters, shared dangers, and the undeniable, burgeoning attraction between all three of them. The air in the room seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken energy. Schnee felt a strange, exhilarating flutter in her chest, a mixture of trepidation and overwhelming anticipation.

Kanata’s hand moved higher, his touch now brushing against the lace of her chemise. He paused, his gaze meeting hers in the dim light, a question hanging in the charged air. Schnee’s heart hammered against her ribs. She felt a bold impulse surge through her, a desire to explore this uncharted territory, to embrace the intoxicating possibility that had been quietly growing between them. She gently placed her hand over his, her fingers intertwining with his, her thumb tracing the veins on his wrist. “Kanata,” she began, her voice barely a breath, her eyes flicking to Magus, who remained serenely watching them, her expression unreadable yet undeniably present.

Magus’s lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile. “Schnee,” she said, her voice a melodic chime that resonated with an almost palpable warmth. “Your hesitations are… fascinating. But sometimes, the most rewarding journeys are those that begin with a leap of faith.” Her gaze, steady and encouraging, met Schnee’s, then shifted to Kanata, a silent invitation in her luminous eyes. The unspoken hung heavy in the air, a tempting promise of shared intimacy that made Schnee’s entire body hum with longing.

Kanata’s hand, emboldened by Schnee’s gesture and Magus’s silent encouragement, slid further, his fingers brushing against the swell of her breast through the thin fabric. Schnee gasped, a soft sound that seemed to echo in the sudden stillness. The smooth, cool silk of her chemise offered little resistance as Kanata’s touch became more insistent, his fingers finding the edge of her bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. He looked at her, his eyes dark with a passion that mirrored her own, and with a shared understanding that needed no words, he gently slid the strap off her shoulder, revealing the creamy expanse of her large, taut breast. The sight of it, so exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, sent a fresh wave of heat through Schnee.

“You’re beautiful, Schnee,” Kanata whispered, his voice rough with emotion. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her décolletage. Schnee arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, a soft moan escaping her lips as his warm breath teased her nipple. He lingered there, savoring the moment, before his tongue finally claimed her, circling the rosy peak, drawing it into his mouth. Schnee cried out, her body arching further, her free hand instinctively reaching for Magus, seeking her silent reassurance, her presence grounding her in this whirlwind of escalating sensation. Magus’s gaze was a comforting, yet exciting, constant, her subtle nod encouraging Schnee to surrender to the moment.

Magus rose from the sofa, her movements fluid and graceful, a silver siren in the dim light. She walked towards them, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Schnee watched her approach, her breath catching in her throat. Magus knelt beside her, her luminous eyes meeting Schnee’s with an intensity that promised an equal, if not greater, depth of shared pleasure. Her hand, cool and smooth, reached out to cup Schnee’s other breast, her thumb brushing over the hardened nipple. Schnee gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as a tidal wave of sensation washed over her. Kanata’s mouth was still on her, his lips now a hot, demanding force, while Magus’s gentle, yet firm, touch awakened a new level of sensitivity in her other breast.

“We’re all here, Schnee,” Magus murmured, her voice a silken caress against Schnee’s ear. “Let yourself feel it.” Schnee opened her eyes, meeting Kanata’s intense gaze, then Magus’s serene, encouraging one. The hesitation that had held her captive moments before melted away, replaced by a thrilling surrender. She reached out, her hand finding Magus’s cheek, her fingers stroking the smooth, cool skin. She leaned into Kanata’s embrace, her lips parting as he deepened his kiss, their tongues tangling in a desperate, passionate dance. It was a dance of three, a nascent symphony of desire and connection.

Kanata pulled back, his eyes blazing, his hand now moving to the hem of Schnee’s chemise. With a swift, practiced motion, he lifted it, revealing her full, magnificent breasts to the warm, ambient light. They were large, perfectly round, with nipples that stood out like ripe cherries, yearning for attention. Magus’s gaze was rapt, her eyes tracing the curves of Schnee’s ample bosom with an appreciation that made Schnee blush, yet also feel an overwhelming surge of desirability. Kanata’s fingers trailed down her torso, caressing the soft curve of her belly, before he gently parted her legs, his eyes devouring the sight of her lace-clad panties.

Schnee’s breath hitched as Kanata’s fingers, rough yet incredibly gentle, slipped beneath the lace. He stroked her, his touch both tender and insistent, teasing her clit with a practiced rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. She moaned, her hips arching off the couch, her hands clenching the fabric of her chemise. Across from her, Magus watched with an almost hypnotic intensity, her own body subtly shifting, a silent testament to her own arousal. Schnee felt a deep, resonant hum emanating from her, a desire so potent it threatened to consume her whole. She felt a bold impulse rise within her, a desire to reciprocate, to explore the delicious sensation that Magus’s presence, her quiet adoration, evoked.

Schnee shifted, turning her head slightly to meet Magus’s gaze. “Magus,” she breathed, her voice trembling with an emotion she couldn’t quite name. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and cupped Magus’s cheek. “Your touch…” The words caught in her throat. Magus’s luminous eyes softened, a warmth spreading across her usually stoic features. She leaned into Schnee’s touch, her lips brushing against Schnee’s palm. “And yours, Schnee,” Magus whispered, her voice a soft echo of the longing in Schnee’s heart. Kanata, sensing the shift, his hand continuing its exquisite torture, watched them with an understanding that transcended words, a shared vulnerability and desire blossoming between them.

Magus’s fingers, now free from caressing Schnee, moved with deliberate slowness. She reached for the hem of her own simple pilot’s jumpsuit, her movements unhurried, almost reverent. Schnee watched, her heart pounding, as Magus pulled the fabric down, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her torso, leading down to the delicate swell of her stomach and the hint of her panties. Kanata’s hand remained constant, his touch unwavering, his presence a steady anchor in the growing storm of arousal. Schnee felt a surge of exhilaration, a thrilling sense of forbidden exploration. She reached for Kanata’s hand, her fingers intertwining with his, a silent promise of shared intimacy, then turned her attention back to Magus, her gaze filled with a newfound boldness.

Schnee’s hand, no longer hesitant, moved to Magus’s jumpsuit, her fingers tracing the zipper. With a soft tug, she began to lower it, revealing more of Magus’s form. The cool night air kissed Magus’s skin as the fabric parted, exposing the graceful lines of her body. Schnee’s breath hitched as her eyes met Magus’s. There was a shared anticipation, a delicious frisson of excitement, as their hands moved in tandem, undressing each other. Kanata watched, his own arousal growing with every shared glance, every caress, his erection pressing insistently against his pants.

As Magus’s jumpsuit fell open, Schnee’s eyes widened. Beneath, Magus wore simple, matching panties and a bra. But it was the palpable aura of sensuality radiating from her, the subtle flush on her cheeks, that captivated Schnee. Kanata, his own desires now a roaring inferno, reached for Schnee’s chemise, his fingers fumbling with the delicate fabric. He pulled it over her head, her large, magnificent breasts spilling free, their peaks hardening in the cooler air. Schnee gasped, a mixture of shyness and pure, unadulterated lust washing over her. She met Magus’s gaze, then Kanata’s, their eyes locking in a silent, primal understanding. The unspoken invitation was now an open door.

Kanata’s hands found Schnee’s hips, drawing her closer, their bodies pressing together. He lowered his head, his lips finding the apex of her breasts, his tongue tracing the curves before he finally claimed a nipple, suckling with an intensity that made Schnee cry out, her hands gripping his shoulders. Across from them, Magus reached out, her fingers gently brushing against Schnee’s exposed breast, her touch feather-light, yet sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Schnee arched into Magus’s touch, her head falling back, a soft moan escaping her lips. It was a symphony of sensation, a tapestry woven from their shared desire, their tentative explorations, and the raw, untamed passion that had finally erupted between them.

Schnee felt a bold, intoxicating surge of confidence. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Kanata’s straining belt buckle. With a nervous, yet determined, hand, she unfastened it, her gaze meeting his. His eyes widened slightly, a flash of surprise and intense desire igniting within them. Then, with a deep, guttural sigh, he reached for his zipper, his own cock springing free, hard and throbbing, a testament to the building tension. Schnee’s breath hitched as she beheld its impressive length and girth. Beside her, Magus’s gaze followed, her luminous eyes tracing the proud, throbbing shaft with an open, unashamed admiration that sent another wave of heat through Schnee.

Kanata, his erection now fully exposed, turned his attention to Magus, his eyes holding a silent question. Magus met his gaze, a slow smile spreading across her lips. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the tip of his cock, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. Schnee watched, a thrilling anticipation building within her. She felt a powerful, undeniable urge to be a part of this, to share in their burgeoning intimacy. She reached for Kanata’s cock, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped its hard length, her thumb stroking the sensitive underside. Kanata moaned, his body pressing closer to hers, his free hand now moving to cup one of her breasts, his thumb circling the nipple.

“We are… united,” Magus murmured, her voice resonating with a deep, almost spiritual, satisfaction. She looked at Schnee, then at Kanata, her luminous eyes reflecting the raw, untamed desire that now pulsed between them. Schnee felt a bold, electrifying wave of desire wash over her. She wanted to explore this, to dive headfirst into the intoxicating depths of their shared passion. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Kanata’s ear. “I want… all of it,” she whispered, her voice thick with longing.

Kanata’s cock pulsed in her hand, his body responding to her words with a renewed urgency. He shifted, drawing Schnee closer, his cock nudging against her thigh. Magus, her gaze unwavering, moved to Schnee’s other side, her presence a comforting warmth. The air crackled with an electric tension, a palpable sense of shared anticipation. Schnee felt a thrilling sense of empowerment, of embracing a desire she had only dared to dream of.

Kanata’s hand, still caressing Schnee’s breast, moved lower, his fingers parting her legs. He gently slipped them beneath the lace of her panties, finding her slick, wet core. Schnee gasped, her hips arching as his fingers explored her, teasing, stroking, bringing her closer to the precipice. Magus, with a soft sigh, knelt before them, her luminous eyes fixed on Schnee’s exposed vulva. Schnee’s breath hitched as Magus’s tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate folds, then lapping at her clit. A guttural moan escaped Schnee’s lips, her body trembling as Magus’s ministrations intensified. She felt herself spiraling, the pleasure overwhelming, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy.

Kanata, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch, moved to Schnee’s other side, his cock pressing against her thigh. He nudged her legs further apart, his gaze locked with hers, a primal hunger in his eyes. Schnee, lost in the exquisite sensations Magus was bringing her, felt a desperate need for more. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Kanata’s intense gaze. “Kanata…” she whispered, her voice hoarse. He understood. With a primal growl, he shifted, positioning himself behind her. Schnee felt the firm, warm pressure of his cock against her anus, a new, thrilling anticipation coursing through her. She turned her head, her eyes meeting Magus’s, a silent question. Magus nodded, her smile benevolent, encouraging.

With a deep, guttural groan, Kanata thrust forward, his cock sliding into Schnee’s tight, willing asshole. Schnee cried out, a sharp, surprised gasp that quickly dissolved into a moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, a burning fullness that threatened to consume her. Her body tensed, then slowly began to relax into the profound penetration. Magus, her lips still wet from Schnee’s clit, rose and moved to Schnee’s front, her hands caressing Schnee’s breasts, her eyes filled with an almost worshipful adoration. She watched Kanata’s powerful thrusts, her own arousal evident in the slight tremor of her hands.

“You’re so tight, Schnee,” Kanata grunted, his hips driving deeper, each thrust sending tremors of pleasure through her. Her body, now fully accustomed to the exquisite fullness, began to respond, her hips meeting his with a frantic rhythm. Magus, with a soft sigh, leaned down and kissed Schnee’s nipple, her tongue teasing and suckling, adding another layer to the overwhelming pleasure. Schnee moaned, her head thrown back, her hands gripping Kanata’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She felt herself teetering on the edge, the intensity of the sensations pushing her closer and closer to the precipice.

“Yes,” Schnee gasped, her voice strained. “More… please…” Kanata’s thrusts became more powerful, more urgent. He was driving into her with a relentless, primal energy, his cock filling her completely, pushing against her limits. Magus, sensing Schnee’s impending climax, leaned in, her lips brushing against Schnee’s ear. “Let go, Schnee,” she whispered, her voice a soothing balm against the storm of her emotions. “Surrender to it.” Schnee closed her eyes, embracing the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling of being completely consumed, completely possessed. With a final, desperate cry, she shattered, her body convulsing around Kanata’s cock, her climax rippling through her with an intensity that left her breathless and trembling.

Kanata grunted, his own body tensing as he felt Schnee’s climax shudder through him. With a deep, guttural cry, he thrust forward one last time, releasing his thick, hot load deep inside her asshole. Schnee gasped as the warmth spread through her, a feeling of profound fulfillment washing over her. Magus, her hands still caressing Schnee’s breasts, leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead, her luminous eyes shining with a mixture of tenderness and satisfaction. The silence that followed was broken only by their ragged breaths and the soft, contented sighs of three souls entwined in the aftermath of shared passion.

As the immediate aftermath subsided, a profound sense of peace settled over them. Kanata withdrew, his movements slow and tender. Schnee moaned softly as the last vestiges of his cock left her, a lingering fullness that was both pleasurable and a reminder of their shared intimacy. Magus, ever the attentive companion, reached for a soft towel, gently wiping Schnee clean. Schnee watched them, a profound sense of contentment filling her. The hesitant curiosity from earlier had blossomed into something deeper, a connection forged in shared vulnerability and intense passion. She reached out, her hand finding Kanata’s, then Magus’s, their fingers intertwining, a silent promise of unspoken desires yet to be explored.

They lay together for a long time, their bodies tangled, the scent of their mingled sweat and arousal a sweet perfume in the air. Schnee found herself drifting, her thoughts filled with the exquisite pleasure, the raw honesty of their encounter. She looked at Kanata, his features softened in sleep, his arm still loosely around her. Then she turned her gaze to Magus, who watched her with those luminous, knowing eyes. A soft smile touched Schnee’s lips. This was more than just a night of passion; it was the beginning of something new, something beautiful and complex, a bond woven from the threads of shared desire and undeniable attraction. The neon lights of Neo-Tokyo outside seemed to pulse with a new promise, reflecting the vibrant, intoxicating glow of their shared future.