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Maya was faintly aware of the sound of fluttering paper and shattering glass at the edge of her periphery. A strong hand at her shoulder pressed her back until she lay flat across a large desk, fingers trailing down her heaving chest, brushing at her navel through the thin fabric of her dress, before rucking up her skirt with a fury. She cried out at the feeling of a hot mouth pressed right at her core. A tongue lapped at her, sucking at her folds and making wet noises, made more intense by the fact she could not see her lover beneath her dress. A long pair of fingers breached her warmth and she made a move to grab blindly at the head moving beneath fabric -
- only to have her wrists grabbed and pulled over her head.
Maya tilted her head to see Aymeric gathering her hands into one of his own and loosening the buckle of his belt with the other. Blue eyes tore over her body, a fire behind his eyes crackling ever brighter at the sight of his companion appearing from between her legs.
"You are sopping wet, my dear," Haurchefant crooned. His hand and fingers wiggled to amplify the sound of slick so that his partners might hear, delighting in the noises of pleasure they both elicited. His grin broadened as he watched the viscount's fingers fumble with his fly, tug down his breeches and smalls, and release his hard cock. "Were you that excited to be ravaged by the both of us we could not even make to Lord Aymeric's bedchambers?"
The Miqo'te in the middle nodded dumbly, overcome by the feeling of Aymeric's member rubbing the length of himself across her cheek. She felt the smear of his precum and the throb of his desire against her skin. She turned to press an open-mouthed kiss to him, smearing crimson lipstick down the shaft. His cock jumped as he hissed, tugging roughly at her arms. Maya moaned against the tip of him when Haurchefant introduced a third finger into her, spreading her open easily to his ministrations. Standing, Haurchefant grabbed the hem of her dress.
"You did not much care for this dress, am I right?"
He tugged the delicate silk and it tore as easily as paper in his strong grip. At the same time, Aymeric yanked at her again, pulling her until her head was off the desk. Delicate fingers came to her throat, feeling her swallow against his palm. Her breath became ragged in an instant as he released her wrists to guide himself into her waiting mouth. He groaned openly at the sensation of her tongue working him, hips moving ever so slowly.
"F-Forgive me. Your lips - that colour -!" Aymeric huffed, trying to temper his movements as best he could, even under Haurchefant's appreciative gaze. A shuddering breath on his balls and moan around his cock stole his propriety and he leaned over her, pressing more firmly against her throat while bracing himself on the table with the other hand. "All I could think about this evening was your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock-!"
Insistent hands at his thighs pulled him forward with a rush, burying him deeply into her throat. He felt the bulge of himself through her neck and moaned aloud. The sound was caught up by Haurchefant's lips working hungrily against his. In a daze, Aymeric watched as Haurchefant stood. At some point, he had tugged his own trousers down, pumping himself in hand. He laid his cock against Maya's stomach, giving an idea of just how deeply he was going to stroke her. Aymeric's hips stuttered at the sight. His companion grinned cheekily, pressing another kiss to the viscount and biting his lip.
"You remember how good this feels, hm?" Haurchefant teased, enjoying the wash of colour across the lord's face and ears. It was clear he remembered the feeling of being speared upon the noble's length and thoroughly enjoying the experience. Still, Haurchefant spoke coyly, eager to egg his companion on. "Perhaps I can remind you..." He tugged the Miqo'te's legs up to put them flat against his chest. The sensation of her heels and stockings still on pressing against his skin made him shiver, sending a thrill through him. "After we've thoroughly pleasured out dutiful heroine, of course."
With little pretense, he sank himself into waiting heat to the hilt. Maya's body curved, practically sending her jumping off the table at the rough sensation of being filled so completely from both ends. Her moan was lost with her mouth so full of cock. It was all too much for her to handle-
- but she needed more.
Haurchefant leaned forward, bending her in half and somehow reaching ever deeper into her with his strokes. With just as much carelessness as before, he yanked her bodice down, breasts spilling free. He leaned down, down, down, bending her and pressing further until he knew he was at her limit. He began to fuck her in earnest, loving the feeling of her walls squeezing around him.
It seemed Aymeric was also being caught up in the heat of things. He mindlessly thrust into her mouth, each bump of his cock against his fingers around her neck driving him further to that crest of oblivion. He kissed aimlessly at Haurchefant's mouth, pressing his lips wherever he could reach on the man's face. Haurchefant cooed praise at the both of them.
"So beautiful like this - wish I could fuck you both forever - you feel incredible -"
Maya was stuck on the fringes of her mind, only aware of the sensation of heat and lust and carnal noises. Had it always been this good? Was there anything else better than this?
Haurchefant's fingers squirmed between them to rub at her clit and she was truly lost.
She writhed beneath them, breath coming in sharp and wheezy as she came. The feeling was too much for Haurchefant, burying himself into her as hard as he could, spilling and spilling and spilling, making a mess of the desk and floor. He cursed as he pulled out of her, letting her quivering legs down as gently as he could until they hung lazily, unable to touch the floor. Without missing a beat, he quickly hurried around the desk to come to Aymeric's back. The viscount startled at the feeling of his lover yanking his pants down. Before he could ask questions, he felt the brush of fingers at his ass.
"It's your turn, my lord," Haurchefant muttered, voice wrecked with pleasure. Aymeric jumped at the feeling of wetness at his entrance. Somehow the man had thought to bring lube. He had little time to think about it before the first ilm of a finger gently breached him. He pressed himself back onto it with a gasp. "Will you not cum for us?" Maya hummed in agreement, pulling at his hips more and more.
Aymeric could only let himself go to the combined sensation.
It did not take long to get him to the peak, as frayed as his nerves already were. With a cry, he pumped a shot down Maya's throat, faintly aware of the gurgling noise of surprise she made. Pulling out, he quickly stroked himself in time with Haurchefant's fingers inside of him, cumming across the Miqo'te's face and body. With hazy eyes, he took in the sheer destruction before him.
Ink and cum were splattered in equal measure across the hero's dress, impossible stains being made. The tattered fabric of her hem was thrown to the side, revealing her folds and still dripping core. He groaned as he watched his cum pool in rivulets between her breasts. A mess. A complete and utter mess.
However, Haurchefant's fingers showed no signs of stopping. The Elezen pushed his hand under the viscount's military coat, medals jingling at the upset, and tweaked at his nipple. His cry of surprise was only deepened when he felt the Miqo'te beneath him lapping at his cock in earnest. Wide eyes took in the sight of her hand suddenly between her legs, moving with a fervour, as her tail wagged in excitement. A kiss at his ear brought him back and he glanced to the side just in time to feel lips brush against his own.
"The night is still young, my lord."