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The shop always feels empty without Asra. But at least now you don’t have to feel alone when he goes on his journeys. As much as Muriel hates the city, he hates leaving you on your own at the store more.
During the day, Muriel stays in the forest, often foraging for herbs and ingredients for you. But as the sun hangs low in the sky, he makes his way to your door. Today, he waits in the backroom as the last lingering customer leaves, then wraps you in a hug from behind as you tidy the counter.
“I missed you.” Muriel’s deep rumble thrums in your ear.
His arms are heavy around your waist. You nuzzle into his bicep, feeling his heartbeat against your back.
Cleaning forgotten; you turn in his embrace. Standing on tiptoe, you stretch your arms around his neck. Fingers lacing lightly in his hair, you pull him in for a gentle kiss.
The shop is stuffy with the combination of candles and incense, but Muriel’s lips are a cool relief. Its been a long day, and you let yourself relax into the calming embrace.
“I missed you too.”
You will never get tired of seeing Muriel blush.
You quickly kiss him again, swallowing the ‘really?’ you can see forming in his mouth.
“Really.”
Muriel grabs your thighs and lifts you bodily, your legs now resting around his waist. You tighten your grip and start softly kissing and nibbling at his neck. You adore it when Muriel unthinkingly reminds you just how strong he is. A familiar warmth starts pooling between your thighs, a blush starts creeping across your cheeks.
To distract yourself, you bite down on Muriel’s earlobe. The low growl you get in return does nothing to relieve the ache building in your core.
You pull back, falling into those emerald eyes.
“It’s been a long day babe. How about we go upstairs and… unwind?”
Muriel hesitates. He still occasionally feels uncomfortable when its just the two of you fooling around. He knows its fine, that all three of you belong to each other equally, but he prefers it when its all of you together. He just feels… safer. Times with the three of you is proof of an unbreakable bond. Two means someone is being left out.
You sigh. You know exactly what he’s thinking about.
“Asra wanted us to have fun while he’s away.” Your tone is reassuring. Pleading.
Muriel plants tender kisses around your face, avoiding your eyes.
“But this is your house. Your’s and Asra’s.” The unspoken thoughts hang heavy between his words. He doesn’t feel like he belongs. He is too big, to unwieldy for this delicate space.
You tighten your legs around his waist and grind into his hips. His breath becomes heavier. Leaning in to whisper in his ear, your breath tickles and he shivers, running his blunt nails down your spine.
“It’s OUR house baby. All three of ours. Let me prove it to you.”
You slide your fingers through his hair and tug him forward for a deep kiss. With a satisfied hum, Muriel starts heading towards the stairs. Resting your head against his firm chest, he carries you upstairs with seemingly no effort. You close your eyes and listen to his steady heartbeat, enjoying the scent of soil and myrrh and pine – the scent of Muriel.
Reaching the bedroom, you feel him hesitate.
“To our bed, my love.” You feel the heat painting his cheeks at those words.
He delicately sits on the edge of the bed. Still straddling his broad thighs, pointedly ignoring the firmness growing against you, you start gently undoing his leather straps.
As you do, your tongue starts tracing lines across his chest, sometimes following old scars, sometimes finding new paths. Tonight, you are going to lavish Muriel with all the love you hold for him. You plan to bring him undone with your adoration.
His breathing turns ragged under your touch, hitching as you lightly graze over a nipple. He immediately tries to reciprocate – hands under your shirt, stubble scratching over your neck as he dips to kiss your collar bone. You can’t help but moan at the feel of his warm, broad tongue, but after a moment you regain your senses, and place a commanding palm against his chest.
“Tonight is all about you baby. Let me worship you. Show you how much I want you here. How much we want you here. We’re not going to leave this room until it feels as safe as the hut. Until it feels like home.”
The blush spreads all the way down Muriel’s beautiful neck. Unable to resist, you bite along the thick muscle, leaving small red marks in your wake.
He closes his eyes, softening into your touch.
“I…I want to feel like that. I want here to be ours.”
Your heart melts. You take his face in your hands and kiss him deeply, trying to convey the depth of your love with lips alone. When you pull apart, Muriel’s eyes are shining, his chest heaving.
“Then just leave it to me babe.”
Slowly and deliberately, you grind against his still-covered length, causing him to throw back his head with a groan. The sound sends a bolt of electricity to your gut, and you press desperately against him, moving your hips in small circles. Your hands ghost over his back and he practically purrs into your caress.
You kiss across his throat, under his jaw and back to his lips. The kisses are slow and unhurried, gradually deepening as your tongue explores his mouth. Muriel’s muscles relax further with each press of your lips, until all tension is gone from his shoulders.
Once he relaxes fully, you place your hands on his shoulders and gently but firmly push him down, until he’s nestled into the unreasonable amount of pillows that Asra loves to keep on the bed.
“I know you think this pillow pile is pointless. But you have to admit they’re pretty comfy…” Your teasing tone elicits a small smile in the corner of Muriel’s mouth. He may never admit it, but you know he secretly loves the little touches of cosiness. You make a mental note to sneak a couple of pillows to his hut soon.
Any plans for the future are driven from your mind as Muriel’s hands on your waist bring you back to the moment. His rough palms slide across your stomach, tantalisingly close to your leggings. He gives you a searching gaze, wordlessly asking for permission. You shake your head, and lift his hands off you, resisting every nerve in your body that wants him to keep exploring.
Your hands finally slide down to his waistband, and his hips buck in anticipation. Tracing your fingers over the outline of his straining cock, he shudders and you hear a warning growl start in the back of his throat. You can’t help but smile – feeling comfortable to vocalise like that is something you’ve been working on. The harmonics of the growl go straight to your core – you can feel the slickness between your legs growing with each passing moment.
Muriel lifts his hips off the bed and you hungrily tug down his pants. His cock springs free, lying heavily against his chiselled stomach. Its all you can do not to start drooling. He moans as you grip him firmly, fingers barely meeting around his glistening shaft. Lazily stroking his length, your other hand quickly pulls your own underwear off from under your skirt. Sliding a finger along your aching slit, you sigh in relief as you slowly circle your clit. You slip a second finger inside, quietly keening as you thrust against your palm, lost in the building sensation.
An impatient buck from Muriel jolts you back – your hand on his shaft squeezing almost uncomfortably, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His fists are curled into the pillows beneath him, breath shallow.
You lean up to whisper in his ear, teasingly dragging your body along the length of his chest. One hand stays languidly stroking his cock, while the other starts idly circling a rosy nipple.
“You are going to melt into those pillows by the time I’m done with you. You’ll never want to leave this bed again. Are you willing to let go?”
Muriel takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. He meets your eyes with absolute certainty.
“Yes. I’m all yours love.”
“The lie back, close your eyes, and relax.” The last word is whispered against his mouth as you fiercely kiss him, tongue lapping against his.
Breaking apart, you confirm that his eyes are closed, his breath steady. You kiss your way over the swell of his glorious pecs, across the defined slab of his stomach, following the trail of soft thick hair under his bellybutton. Your hands come rest against his impossibly thick thighs, thumbs rubbing small circles into the cut v of his hips.
Pausing for a moment, you inhale his musky scent, before placing a loving kiss to the tip of his throbbing cock. Muriel shivers at the contact but keeps his breathing slow and even. Gripping his base firmly, you take him into your mouth deliberately slowly. Inch by inch, you swallow as much as you can until he hits the back of your throat. Your jaw aches from the stretch, but you know it will ease up soon enough.
Finding an easy rhythm, you moan against his solid shaft, the vibrations causing Muriel to gasp, his fingers clutching at the pillows, knuckles white. Not wanting to push him to the edge too quickly, you slow your pace, lovingly running your tongue under his sensitive head. You lose yourself to the task at hand – taking Muriel to the edge, slowing until his ragged breathing calms, the building him up again.
The sounds that you pull from him have you dripping, but you merely squeeze your thighs together to focus on giving this beautiful man the attention he deserves.
Over and over Muriel comes almost undone at your touch. You suspect he won’t be able to take much more, the edge arriving more and more quickly, so you resolve to allow this to be your final act. You are so absorbed in the challenge, and Muriel so lost in sensation, that neither of you notice the door to the bedroom opening.
“Well this is a wonderful surprise to come home to.”
You almost choke with shock at the sound of Asra’s sultry voice. Muriel’s eyes fly open, and he tries to sit up.
“We… we were just…” The panic is clear in Muriel’s voice.
Asra walks over to the bed, unravelling his travelling shawl. A sly grin steals over his golden features.
“I can see exactly what you were just doing.” As he reaches you, he trails a hand up your spine, sending a quiver through you. With a wink, he turns to Muriel. “Please don’t stop on my account. I can’t imagine a better welcome gift than seeing my two favourite people utterly lost in their own pleasure.”
Muriel’s face turns a bright red, but he doesn’t resist as Asra guides him back to the pillows with a forceful kiss. You punctuate the point with a particularly hard suck, hollowing your cheeks as much as you can, causing him to arch his hips with a needy cry.
“So beautiful, both of you.” One of Asra’s hand dips below his waistband, while the other travels the planes of Muriel’s chest, feather-light. You can feel Muriel shudder beneath you, and you re-double your efforts.
His cock throbs against your tongue and this time you don’t slow down. Muriel whimpers as Asra licks at a peaked nipple, and his hips twitch uncontrollably. Your hands dig into his plush thighs as he comes in your mouth with a hoarse shout. You swallow as much as you can, but a small amount spills from around your swollen lips.
Before you can even lift a hand to wipe it away, Asra is next to you, lapping at the salty streaks. He pulls you in for a fiery welcome back kiss. You break away after too short a moment.
“As much as I missed you my love, tonight is all about Muriel.”
You both climb up alongside Muriel, who hasn’t moved from his pillow nest, breath only just returning to normal. Settling into a shoulder each, you idly run your fingers through his hair.
“I hope that you feel more comfortable now baby.”
Muriel takes your cheeks gently in his giant palms, gazing deeply in your eyes.
“I’ve never felt more at home than right now.”
Asra kisses the back of his neck. “It’s about time! I’ve only tried to tell you a million times. I guess you just needed to be shown it, huh?”
Muriel’s deep laugh is a rare treat. “I guess so!”
A look of concern settles over his features. “But…neither of you…”
You place your hand over his. “Don’t worry about that love. There’ll be plenty of time for you to make it up to us later.” You kiss his rough cheek, then lean over to kiss Asra over his shoulder. “It’s been a long day for all of us. Let’s rest up now, then see where the night takes us.”
“A perfect suggestion, as always.” Asra places a light kiss on each of your foreheads, then settles into the pillow pile, broking no argument. “I’ll give you your presents in the morning.”
Presents? You snuggle against Muriel’s warm chest, dreaming of what exotic trinkets Asra brought back this time…