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Nora had banned the use of earbuds at dinner a while back after Arthur was unable to respond properly over the sound of heavy metal playing in his ears, but they had compromised and left the news on instead. And even with Danse joining them for dinner, that hadn’t changed. The local news station was playing on the screen as she wiped her mouth clean with a napkin, placing her knife and fork down.
“All right, I call that a success,” she announced. “I’ve been dying to try that pork recipe for weeks. Thank you for being a guinea pig, Danse.”
“I will gladly eat whatever you ask me to, Ms. Pendleton,” Danse replied, his utensils already set down. “If there’s one way to my heart, it’s via food.”
Arthur shot his friend a look. “Do I need to start setting rules?”
Nora chuckled. “Don’t worry, priya. I’m not running off with him.”
“Yet,” Danse corrected.
Pursing his lips, Maxson stood and picked up his plate, grabbing the other two dishes and sets of silverware before making his way into the kitchen to set them in the sink. Nora joined him, finding the smaller dessert plates, and her eyes fell on the screen as she turned around to see-
Oh.
Herself.
Well, not Nora. Saras, fighting that fire from months ago with Calor. The apartment block that had changed everything between them. She couldn’t help the fond smile that quirked at her lips as she watched.
Just as soon as he turned, Arthur collided with Nora as she’d essentially stopped right behind him, though he quickly wrapped an arm around her, his free hand grabbing the edge of the plates she was holding just in case. “Why stop there, girl?” he grumbled, though there was no real malice in his tone as he kissed the side of her head before stepping away.
“Because I exist to test your reflexes, darling,” she teased. “Why else?”
“You test many things,” he mumbled.
Danse’s attention was on them, though Nora’s gaze being stuck elsewhere had his own following, soon falling onto the television where the news was playing. Clips of the two heroes—one being a former-villain—played over and over as the reporter threw out the big question: who were they?
“Hey, what do you think of those two?” he asked, looking back at the couple and nodding in the direction of the tv.
“Hmm?” Nora managed. “Oh, those two? Guy looks like an asshole.”
“The woman’s hot. I’d fuck her,” Arthur said without shame, his back to them as he washed the plates.
“Really?” Danse said with an arched brow.
Nora just rolled her eyes. “She wouldn’t, Arthur. No way.”
“She definitely would. I’m a keeper,” he countered.
“A score-keeper, maybe. Besides, didn’t she drench you once?”
“Tomato, potato,” he mumbled. “And yeah, maybe she did. But once she finds out I can drench her, it’ll be all over with.”
The memories of all the times Arthur had left her soaked played in her mind, and Nora shifted, heading over to the table to set the plates down. “Looks like she has someone already, so you’re out of luck. Stuck with me.”
“He’s probably not as hot as me,” Maxson replied with a shrug.
“Jesus,” Danse murmured as he leaned back in his seat, his arms crossing over his chest. “You guys are so bad at this.”
Nora blinked. “Bad- what? Sorry, I… don’t… what?”
“You can’t even pretend like you’re not them, can you? You just banter about it right in front of me like I’m an idiot.”
The sink water turned off but Arthur still didn’t turn around.
“I don’t- what are you talking about?” Nora whispered. How long had he known?!
“Ms. Pendleton. Nora.” Danse made a quick look at Arthur. “I’m not stupid. And, quite frankly, I’m a little insulted you think I am. I’ve known about his secret since he burned the office down. You? Well, it was just putting two and two together.”
That made her snort. “You really gave yourself away, huh, priya?”
Finally, Maxson turned around, his neck and face slightly flushed. “How?”
“Arthur, there were cameras. The fire came from your fingertips. Who do you think got rid of the evidence?”
Arthur’s jaw nearly dropped.
“Besides…” Danse interjected, keeping the other man from speaking again. And with that single word, one hand waved in Maxson’s direction, electricity crackling before his feet.
“Jesus!” he yelped, jumping back.
Nora’s lips parted. “You’re like us,” she whispered. Her brow furrowed. “So, wait, why didn’t you… well, join in?”
“You two had your thing going and I didn’t want to intrude,” he answered with a shrug.
Her cheeks burned. “It was not a thing. We were just- you could’ve intervened, you know.”
“It was definitely a thing,” he reiterated. “The flirting and all that… yeah, I don’t even know what all was happening for the most part, but it was definitely a thing.”
Arthur teetered his head from side-to-side. “Yeah, it was a thing.”
“All right, so… it was a thing.” Nora glanced up at him. “… so, I assume you won’t tell anyone.”
“What, you think I’m going to blackmail you?” Danse asked with a laugh. “If I wanted to tell someone, I would have already done it.”
“Yeah, I gathered,” Nora said with a nod. “… you wanna have dessert?”
“Dessert sounds fantastic.”
“Can you grab the cheesecake from the fridge please, priya?” Nora asked as she set out the plates in their places.
Washing his hands first, Arthur grabbed the cheesecake, then brought it over to the table, setting it down near Nora. “You don’t want me to cut this,” he mumbled.
“No I do not,” she agreed, reaching for the plate and dragging it over. “Can you grab me a knife? And Danse, did you want another drink?”
“I’m suddenly a servant,” he grumbled, heading back into the kitchen.
“Another beer would be great,” the older man confirmed.
After grabbing the knife and beer, both items were brought to the table and handed to the people who requested them. “Anything else you want before I sit down?”
“Not unless you want another drink yourself,” Nora told him as she took a seat. “You going to be ok driving back, Danse?”
There was a pause, then a heavy sigh before Arthur disappeared into the kitchen again.
“Should be, but we’ll see. If not, I’m sure Arthur will have no issue giving up his spot in your bed for the night,” Danse said with a grin as he popped the cap off his beer bottle.
“The only way he gets in our bed is if he joins,” Maxson grumbled from the kitchen, the words spoken in Latin.
Nora abruptly pictured herself sandwiched between both men and her cheeks burned with heat, the same as what was flickering to life between her thighs. “You would- enjoy that?”
“What did I tell you before? When you visited me at work?” he asked as he finished pouring his drink.
“… well, I suppose the ‘no powers’ rule doesn’t matter anymore,” she finally murmured.
Coming out of the kitchen, Arthur didn’t sit back down, instead remaining close to the doorway between the two rooms as he took a drink of his whiskey. “Yes or no?”
“Yes. If he’s- not teasing,” Nora added.
There was no hesitation when Arthur turned his eyes over to Danse. “You wanna join us tonight?”
Thick eyebrows raised, the older man glancing back and forth between the couple. He’d really just been joking, making jabs at Arthur because his friend was always tense about that sort of thing, but now he was being… well, invited.
“For… sex,” he said, though it was partially a question.
“To fuck, yes,” Maxson clarified.
Danse’s eyes flicked back and forth again before settling on Nora. “And you want this?”
Waves of heat rushed through her. "Yes."
His eyes narrowed a little as he focused on Arthur. “This better not be a joke. You know I don’t like your jokes.”
Maxson threw his free arm up into the air defensively. “Would I really joke about this?”
“Yes.”
Sighing, he motioned to Nora. “Would she?”
Danse’s gaze returned to her. “… No, I suppose not. She’s not as insufferable as you.”
Nora smiled. “I’m glad you noticed.” She tapped her foot. “… do you still want the dessert now?”
“Might as well,” he answered.
Nodding, she started cutting the cake and dishing out pieces. That- that had been an interesting turn of events. First Danse had powers. Now he was going to- with them. Nora couldn’t look either man in the eye as she sat down and picked up her fork.
But Arthur was right behind her and snatching the fork from her hand before it ever reached her dessert, setting it off to the side. “You are not eating,” he informed her while tugging her chair back from the table, then stepping away and toward his own seat. “Come sit with me.”
“Hey, I made this!” she protested, even as she allowed him to pull her away. “I’m eating your piece later.”
“My piece is the rest of the dessert, so good luck trying,” he countered. Taking a seat across the table from Danse, Maxson patted his thigh as his eyes focused on Nora. “Come. Sit.”
Rolling her eyes, Nora took a seat on his thigh, draping her arms around his neck. “You see what I have to put up with?” she sighed to Danse.
“Mhm,” Danse agreed as he took a bite, watching.
“No, no. Back to me,” Arthur ordered, nudging her to turn around. “We’re going to give Danse a little show while he finishes eating.”
Oh fuck. Nora swivelled around, her ass grinding purposefully against Arthur’s dick, and briefly glanced at Danse before her eyes dropped to the table.
He pulled her dress up to her hips even though his friend wasn’t able to see it over the table. “What do you say to Danse for agreeing to join us?” Arthur asked teasingly, his palms running up her sides and to her chest.
“I say y-you’re lucky I’m not hungry,” Nora groaned, “I-I worked hard on that cake.”
“Do you really want to be a brat in front of company, pulchra?” Arthur quietly asked, his tone low, teasing.
“Always,” she gasped.
Sliding his palms up her chest, over her breasts, his fingers curled around the collar of her dress before he abruptly tugged, ripping the fabric and baring her skin beneath it other than what was covered by her bra. “It seems Ms. Pendleton wants to be a brat.”
Danse’s eyes slowly raked over the revealed skin. “I imagined she would be.”
“Y-you imagined?” Nora managed to ask, as goosebumps covered her skin. “H-how often?”
“‘Assumed’ would have been a better word choice,” he corrected while watching Arthur pull the cups of her bra down.
Fuck, her nipples were already stiff, and Nora’s breath caught as her eyes briefly met the man’s, before she glanced away again. “… I-I liked the other word… better.”
A smirk was barely visible on his face. “You like it when your boyfriend’s best friend fantasizes about you?”
“I don’t,” Arthur growled against her neck.
“H- have you?” Nora asked.
“Do you?” Danse countered.
“… a little,” she whispered.
His smirk was wider. “Maybe a few times.”
“Did I mention I don’t?” Arthur reiterated.
Nora wriggled in his lap again, letting him get some attention as her gaze dropped to his hands to watch where they lay on her breasts. “Don’t worry, I’m- not running off with him,” she promised.
“Don’t make me set the entire city on fire,” he warned without any real seriousness. Mostly. “I’ll go back to my old ways,” he pinched her nipple, “Of starting fires,” and lightly tugged at it, “And robbing places,” while a few kisses were pressed along her neck intermittently, “Which means I’ll have to find a new nemesis.”
“Aww,” she managed to pant, even as she trembled. “I-I thought I- I would a-always be your n-nemesis.”
“Is this a thing I’m gonna have to deal with the entire time?” Danse asked, pointing his fork at them. “Or are you going to remember I’m actually here?”
“Y-you’re eating,” Nora whined. “Lucky.”
“I am. Very slowly. Because I was promised a show,” he reminded them.
“Well,” Arthur began as he slid his fingers between her thighs, rubbing along her folds through her tights, “I could fuck you.”
“Ahh,” Nora whimpered, her hand gripping his. “Mm-mm. N-no. Just- t-tease m-me.”
“No? You don’t want to ride me? Let him watch while you bounce on my cock?” He pressed a bit firmer.
Nora’s ass pushed against his erection. Her eyes met Danse’s. “W-what,” she swallowed, “do- do you want, uhh, to see?”
“I just want a show, as I was promised,” the older man answered with a smirk.
“Fuck,” Nora moaned, “that- that’s v-very- unhelpful!”
The sound of her tights ripping was loud, Arthur uncaringly tearing a hole into them between her legs before he nudged her forward a bit as he slunk down in the chair and started unzipping his pants. “I think it’s very helpful.”
Nora shot him a weak glare. “Of- course you do.”
Flashing her a grin, his cock was freed from his pants, the underside of it tapped against her lower back before he nudged her to sit up. “Come on, girl.”
Nora bent over the table on her elbows, glancing up to look at Danse again. It wasn’t like his attention was going to be anywhere else, but having him look at her still left her hot and bothered even as Arthur shifted around below her.
As soon as he was in the right position, he wet the tip of his cock before guiding her backwards to sink down on him. Nora moaned, her hips already working up and down the length of him to get him deeper, and she gripped the edge of the table, spreading her thighs wider in his lap.
“Why don’t you tell Danse what you—mmmnn—what you want us to do to you tonight?” Arthur suggested as he grasped her hips, his own making slight thrusts each time she came down against him.
God, that required eye contact, didn’t it? She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t meet Danse’s eyes. “F-fuck, I- I don’t c-care, I just- w-want to, god, fuck-- f-fuck you,” she whimpered.
“No, no,” Arthur growled as he leaned up, reaching around her body to grasp her jaw; it prevented her from bouncing on him again. “You tell him.”
Her hips rolled against his as best she could with some of her freedom removed; Nora glanced at Danse, trying to ignore the wet noises of Arthur’s cock in her as she did so. “I-I want to- s-suck y-your dick,” she managed to say.
“Good girl,” Arthur purred. He released her face, his hand then slipping down between her thighs to rub at her clit.
The entire time, Danse had been mostly silent aside from when he was addressed. He slowly ate the dessert while he watched, but things changed with Nora’s admission. His fork was set down, a napkin rubbed over his mouth before it joined the cutlery, and then he was standing and gradually rounding the table, approaching.
“Well, who am I to keep you from doing just that?”
Nora felt her mouth water a little, and she bit her lip. “F-fuck, wait, priya,” she gasped. “S-stop a-a second. I- want to do something.”
The mere word ‘stop’ had Arthur’s hands pulling away, palms up and facing her. “Something wrong?”
Nora quickly reached over and pulled her clutch closer, opening it to retrieve her lipstick, which she uncapped and reapplied to her lips. “… no, I just- wanted to, um, do that.”
“Christ,” Arthur whispered to himself. A quick look at his friend showed the older man had a look seemingly of confusion and curiosity. “You’ll be scrubbing that off your dick for a while. But it’s worth it.”
Danse’s eyebrows raised even more. “Ah.”
Nora’s hips moved. “Ok, both- both of you can- again.”
“Here, let’s do this.” Maxson wrapped an arm around her waist as he stood up, keeping himself inside her while he moved both of them and the chair away from the table to give Danse plenty of room so she didn’t have to awkwardly lean to the side. And once he sat back down, he started guiding her hips. “There we go.”
By that point, Danse already had his pants unzipped and his cock out, one hand wrapped around his shaft as he slowly stroked, patiently waiting. Nora reached for it, and as she rocked against Arthur’s lap, her fingers stroked up and down the soft length of Danse’s shaft, bringing it closer to her mouth.
“By- by the way,” she was breathless, “I- like b-being- covered.”
“Covered, huh?” Danse repeated. “Good to know. Because I like doing just that.”
“Oh.” Her tongue stroked along the underside of his cock, and her lips kissed the tip. “Good.” With that, she began to slide him into her mouth. As Arthur’s cock stroked against her walls, she moaned around Danse, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Shit,” he breathed, a few strands of hair getting brushed from her face. “Been a long time since I’ve had this.”
Heat was coiling at the base of Arthur’s spine, and he firmly grabbed Nora’s hips to stop her movements. Even with the slight break for her to apply more lipstick, his body was still moving toward the edge; but he wasn’t done yet. Not even close. Still, she squeezed him with her inner muscles as she worked her mouth up and down Danse’s cock, licking and sucking in places.
When she finally took all of him in, she pulled him out of her mouth completely. “Y-you can,” she was breathless, “c-control. If- if you want.”
“Is that what you want?” Danse questioned.
Nora nodded frantically. “Please.”
His eyes flicked up to Arthur just as the younger man spoke.
“Ask him properly.”
Nora’s cheeks burned. “Please,” she whispered, “w-will, um, you f-fuck- my- my f-face?”
“I will,” Danse replied with a smile, brushing more hair from her face. “Go ahead.” He nudged her toward his cock.
Closing her mouth around him, Nora gripped his hips for some support as she glanced up, and worked him back past her lips, her tongue playing with him.
“See just how damn good she looks with her mouth full?” Arthur murmured as he guided her hips back and forth on him.
Danse made a quiet noise in response, his eyes focused on hers, fingers threaded into her hair while his hips just barely thrusted each time her head bobbed. Nora’s lipstick smeared across his cock as she moaned around him, one hand sliding between her legs to rub against her clit so that the noises came louder and quicker.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes briefly falling shut as he enjoyed the pleasure she was giving him.
Maxson grabbed ahold of the back of her dress around the bottom hem and tore it straight up, ripping it in half since he hadn’t done so earlier, then tugged it off her and tossed it to the side. “We’ll get you in the room, maybe tie you up while we both fuck you. How’s that sound?”
Nora’s moan of agreement filled the room, as heat started to coil in her core, and she bobbed her head a little faster since Danse hadn’t made a move to control things yet.
Her eagerness and desperation had Danse’s cock throbbing in her mouth, his hips flexing a bit more until he had both hands on her head, fingers threading into her hair to hold her still as he started to thrust. “I assume she’s been—fuck—taken by more than two men before?”
A grin stretched over Arthur’s face, and he unclipped her bra, pulling it off so it joined her ruined dress on the floor. “Not with me, but yeah.”
Fuck. Nora gripped Danse’s wrist with her other hand for some support, whimpering against his cock as she relaxed her jaw for him. Glancing up, her eyes met his, though they tried to flutter shut as Arthur fucked her and she knew she wasn’t going to last long with this kind of treatment.
Arthur was close again, that familiar heat coiling at the base of his spine once more after he’d denied himself release earlier. He pushed and pulled her hips even faster, his own grinding up into her as he did, and a low moan escaped his chest, his eyes falling closed.
With a quiet curse, Danse’s thrusts sped up to where he was fucking her face a bit rougher, his gaze stuck on her eyes even as they struggled to stay open. “Fuck, god, this is so damn good.”
For a moment, she felt like she was going to over balance, and Nora grabbed Danse's other wrist, swallowing around him. The growing pleasure floundered a little without the extra stimulation, and Nora's next noise was one of frustration even as she knew that Arthur could get her there on his own anyway.
Panting, Arthur’s eyes closed a bit tighter as he squeezed her hips, his fingers digging into her while he was rushing toward the edge, heat not only fluttering up his spine but also flowing from his fingertips and blossoming along her skin. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Danse adjusted his stance just a little, moving a bit closer to Nora and closing some of the gap between them before he was pushing the entirety of his cock into her mouth and holding her head still for a few seconds as he groaned. Nora’s eyes flashed, and ice coated her tongue, licking up and down his cock, as she squeezed down on Arthur.
With another low groan, Arthur tipped over the edge, his eyes rolling up and his hips grinding up into her as he kept guiding them for a few more moments until finally holding her still. Danse, on the other hand, had yet to cum, and was still thrusting so his cock was slipping in and out of Nora’s mouth, though the sudden burst of cold along the underside of his shaft coaxed a sharp breath from him.
“Little more,” he whispered, breathless.
Nora could feel Arthur’s cum dripping out of her and she moaned, frustrated, hot, wriggling her hips just a little to coax him to do something as she reached for Danse’s balls, stroking and rubbing over them as she swiped the ice over him once more.
A sharp clap to her ass was made just as Danse pulled her nose against him again, holding, another groan rumbling from his chest. He was close, the feeling of his impending orgasm crackling up his spine, and he couldn’t help but grip her hair a little tighter as he panted, thrusting a bit faster as he sought his end.
It was only a matter of moments before he was pulling out and tugging one of her hands off his wrist to wrap it around his cock. Nora began to stroke, her gaze on his as she parted her lips, sticking her tongue out, and she gripped his hip even as she rocked against Arthur’s lap, trying to get something from her boyfriend.
Soon enough, Danse was tipping over the edge with a quiet moan, his hips flexing into her hands, eyes locked onto hers. “Fuck, fuck.”
Despite having gone soft, Nora was still grinding on Arthur, though she knew it wasn’t going to take long for him to get hard again since his powers seemed to grant him a quick refractory period. Not that he minded her doing it, anyway, even if it was a bit sensitive. Still, he sat up a little, a few soft kisses placed to the back of her shoulder while she finished his friend off, and one hand slipped between her thighs, teasingly stroking along her folds.
As Arthur’s fingers rubbed at her, thick ropes of cum covered her face, dripping down onto her breasts, and waves of heat rolled over her, arousal peaking thanks to the touches, the mess, the sting of Arthur’s hand on her ass. God, she enjoyed this way too much. “F-fuck, Danse,” she gasped. “W-when- when was the last time you…”
“Been a while,” he admitted. “I don’t do this often.”
“Clean him,” Arthur murmured.
She obeyed, her mouth wrapping around Danse’s cock and sucking the cum from him, tongue swirling over the slit as she whimpered, clenching down around Arthur.
“Good girl,” Maxson purred. “After you clean me off, we’ll go in the room and tie you up.”
Her mouth slid off Danse’s cock with a pop, and she licked her lips, taking a moment to breathe as she nodded. “Yes, sir.” Then she carefully slid off his lap, ignoring the way his cum was soaking into her tights, and turned around, bending down to slide his cock past her lips and lick him clean of their mess.
While Arthur released a slow breath and brushed her hair from her face, Danse was taking in the sight after having stepped back to give her room to move. There was clear interest on his face as he slowly looked her up and down from behind, taking in the sight of her legs and the way her tights were ripped and how cum was leaking out of her.
“I’m assuming you have stockings and heels?” he asked.
Nora glanced back at him, wiping her mouth clean. “Uh, yeah.”
“You should put some on.”
A smirk crossed Arthur’s face, his eyebrows raising as he met Nora’s gaze.
“Oh,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Y-yeah. Okay. I- I can do that. For you.”
“Good, I’m glad,” Danse replied, smiling.
“Go on, pulchra. Pick out whatever you want to wear, we’ll wait,” Maxson told her as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
She was a little wobbly as she made her way past them, pulling the remains of her ruined clothes off when she reached the bedroom. Kicking off her shoes and pulling her tights down, she pulled off her panties and headed for the drawer next to the play drawer, finding a pair of black adhesive stockings.
Underneath it was a simple, tissue-wrapped package, and Nora bit her lip, then pulled it out. Arthur didn’t even know about this one, and she ripped the tissue open, pulling out the pale blue lace body cage. Cleaning her breasts of cum, she dressed in the cage, and then pulled on the stockings before retrieving a slightly taller pair of black heels from the shoe rack. Then she took a breath, and headed out back into the living room.
“—Minutes later was when the judge realized I had earbuds in.”
“She wasn’t happy.” Danse said.
“No. She was not happy,” Arthur confirmed. “I took them out when she told me to, but that didn’t stop her from chewing me out in her chambers later on.”
“You deserved it.”
“I mean, did I really deserve it?” he asked, though it was rhetorical. “It was only—“ the sound of Nora stepping back into the room caught his attention and Arthur glanced at her once, then twice, doing a double take with raised eyebrows, “—It was only… uh…”
Danse’s attention was on her, as well, clear interest on his face. Nora clasped her hands together, coming closer. Her eyes darted between the two of them.
“… how- does it look?”
“You look great,” Danse told her. “Even better than I expected.”
“When did you get that?” Maxson questioned. “It’s new.”
“A- a few days ago,” Nora admitted. “… would- you like to, um, in-inspect it- closer?”
A quick glance at his friend was made. Normally, he would have agreed, but doing so now would have left Danse out, right? Well… maybe not.
“In the room,” Arthur answered after a second as he stood. “That way we both can.”
She smiled, and stepped backward into the bedroom, waiting for them to follow. Both men trailed after her, though Arthur reached her first. He grabbed her beneath her thighs, hoisting her up so her legs wrapped around his hips just as their mouths crashed together in a rough kiss. Stepping around them, Danse moved behind her, one hand sliding over her ass until his fingers were between her thighs, stroking along her folds.
Nora moaned into Arthur's kisses as Danse's fingers slicked against the mess of cum that dripped out of her, thighs parting wide. The ache of being unfulfilled was hot in her core, and she rolled her hips, sticking her ass out and away from Arthur's crotch as she invited him to do more.
“Where’s your lube?”
“Long dresser, top right drawer,” Arthur answered after pulling away from Nora’s lips.
With a quiet noise, Danse started toward the dresser, retrieving the bottle of lube from it, though he paused for a few moments to look over the abundance of toys that were all neatly lined up in the same place.
“You gonna let him fuck your ass, pulchra?” Maxson whispered as he carried Nora further into the room.
Oh god. "Yeah," she whimpered, clutching him. "Danse, please."
“Impatient,” he teased as all three of them were beside the bed, Arthur setting her down on it. “Don’t worry, he’ll give you what you want.” A nod to his friend was made before Danse climbed onto the bed with her. “While he’s prepping you, though, I have a little surprise of my own.”
Nora glanced up at him, her hands on his shoulders. "… what is it?"
“You’ll see,” he said with a grin.
Danse abruptly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her away from Arthur, then dragged her toward himself before flipping her onto her stomach beneath him. “For now, though, you’re mine.”
With a yelp of surprise at the sudden rough manhandling, Nora nevertheless pushed her ass up towards Danse to coax him into preparing her. "… can your- your powers be, um, used in here?"
“They can,” he answered as he nudged her legs apart with his knees, situating himself between them. The bottle of lube was opened, the substance liberally drizzled down onto her ass and between the cheeks, as well as his fingers, before it was closed again and set aside. “But since everyone seems to have a surprise and I didn’t bring anything, I think I’ll leave that as my surprise.”
Nora bit her lip. "… ok. That- sounds good to me." Her eyes fell on Arthur. "Speaking of…"
Maxson was halfway in their closet bent over searching for something. “Don’t rush me,” he grumbled.
“For someone who owns very few personal items and has everything organized, you seem to lose things quite often,” Danse muttered, his fingers rubbing along the ring of muscle.
Nora moaned softly, her eyes stuck on the way Arthur's ass looked as he bent over in front of her. "He can keep looking, I like the view," she breathed.
A glance over his shoulder was made before Arthur crinkled his nose and grabbed a box, standing up. “Perverts,” he huffed, kicking the closet door shut and returning to the bed. The box was dropped onto the mattress beside Nora. “Go on. Open it.”
She couldn't sit up too much, but she pulled the box over and carefully pulled the tape off, setting it aside before opening the cardboard. It was long and slim, and there was a metallic noise when it moved a little. Inside was a velvet bag, and Nora took the bag out, pulling the strings to open it, and reaching a hand in.
She drew out a set of cuffs, four of them, and then a slim metal bar. Oh fuck. Her breath caught and her eyes met Arthur's.
"… good present," she whispered.
“I figured you’d like it,” he replied with a grin.
“After I’m finished prepping you, I can put it on you, if you’d like,” Danse offered just before he started pressing one finger into her.
"Ohhh," Nora moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. She cocked her feet up against her ass, resting her hands behind her back. "F-fuck, priya, I don't- mind who put- puts it on me."
“I suppose that settles it,” Maxson said with a quiet laugh. He climbed onto the bed beside her, the box and bag getting kicked onto the floor after he took the cuffs and started working them around her wrists and ankles, finally connecting the spreader bar to them once each cuff was secure. Tugging on it, his eyes dropped to her face. “How’s that feel?”
"Good," she breathed, as Danse's finger kept slowly working into her ass. "A-and, um, you- fuck- can go a little f-faster. I'm… used to being… touched. There. You know."
“Fair point,” the older man replied, his finger speeding up while his other hand ran along her ass cheeks, spreading the lube around even though it wouldn’t stay on her skin for too long. A second finger was working into her soon enough.
“You ever think about fucking him?” Arthur asked, his fingers running through her hair.
"Before- before we were dating," Nora gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.
“And what about getting fucked by us both?”
“When you- suggested it,” she whined. “In the- office.”
“Not before that?” he asked while unzipping his pants. “Not even briefly?”
She managed a slightly shaky smirk. “Y-you were too much, fuck, of an asshole.”
“She has a point—you are an asshole,” Danse commented.
Shooting his friend a glare, Maxson pulled his cock free from his pants before grabbing a couple pillows and then pulling Nora up just enough to push them beneath her chest, giving her some leverage. It also had her face right in front of his cock, conveniently enough. “I think you like it when I’m an asshole.”
“Sometimes.” She kissed the tip of his cock, and parted her lips, inviting him to slide in.
“Mhm,” he mumbled as he shifted his hips forward to rub the underside of his shaft along her tongue.
Danse was working in a third finger, taking it a bit slower at first, though the pace picked up once it was in. As Nora’s tongue swiped along the underside of Arthur’s length, she moaned softly, relaxing as best she could for Danse’s fingers.
“You always look so damn perfect like this,” Arthur mumbled as he brushed her hair from her face, his eyes stuck on the way she licked along his length. “Never has someone looked as good with a cock in their mouth as you.”
All three fingers were pushed in to the last knuckle, spreading apart to help stretch her open as Danse watched her mouth work. “Think you’re ready?”
Nora moaned in agreement, wriggling her ass a little as she licked her way down her boyfriend’s length, sucking in places until she reached his balls.
Pulling his fingers out, Danse climbed off the bed. “Gonna wash my hands, I’ll be right back,” he murmured while starting toward the bathroom.
She kept up the attention, kisses fluttering just below where his cock began, lapping at the sensitive skin before she sucked again, her eyes fixed on Arthur’s face.
“How did I get so lucky?” Maxson breathed. “How did I get lucky enough to—mmmnn—have you all to myself?” There was a pause. “Unless otherwise agreed upon, I mean.”
Nora chuckled, licking up his cock. “You had my back. So… I gave you the rest of me.”
He moved in front of her so she was between his legs, her chest still propped up on the pillows and his cock right in front of her face as he leaned back against the headboard. “I’m still lucky,” he admitted.
“None of that,” Danse chided as he reentered the room. “Wait until I’m gone to do… that.” There was a wave of his hand at the two of them while he approached.
“Hmm?” Nora murmured, looking at him. “Do what?”
“You realize I can hear you both in the bathroom, right? It’s literally connected to the bedroom,” he answered, climbing onto the bed. “Keep that to yourselves until I’m gone.”
“He’s allowed to be cute,” Nora chuckled.
“I’m a grown man, I’m not ‘cute,’” Arthur protested.
She licked his cock with a wink, wriggling her ass at Danse.
Settling behind her, Danse freed his own cock from his pants before grabbing the bottle of lube and opening it, drizzling some onto his shaft as well as her ass again. “Whatever you are, stop it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Maxson mumbled.
Nora got her mouth around Arthur’s cock, bobbing her head rapidly as she sucked, moaning. One of them would take control of her, but until then, she was going to enjoy doing this.
After stroking himself and spreading the lube around, Danse pressed the head of his cock against her ass, his attention on her breathing and movements before he started pushing against that ring of muscle.
“Slow down, pulchra,” Arthur gently ordered, one hand in her hair. “Breathe while he pushes in. You know how this works.”
She pulled her mouth off his cock, her eyes fluttering shut as Danse started to slowly push into her, a familiar sensation thanks to Arthur’s recent use of her. Pressing her head against her boyfriend’s thigh, she exhaled heavily, relaxing her body for the older man. Danse continued working himself in, his hips steadily moving back and forth as he did.
“There you go. Good girl,” Maxson crooned, gently petting her hair. “How’s it feel?”
“Full,” she whispered. “H-he’s big.”
“I appreciate the compliment,” Danse said with a quiet laugh.
“Well, you’ll be happy to know that you’ll be even fuller, because I plan to fuck you at the same time in a bit,” Arthur told her, smirking.
“God,” Nora moaned. “Yes, please, priya.”
With Danse’s hips flush against her ass, the older man remained still for a few moments to let her adjust, though Arthur took advantage of that and nudged her head toward his cock. Nora licked it, though she didn’t put it in her mouth yet; she didn’t want to have trouble breathing if something went wrong whilst Danse was letting her adjust, and she kissed along his cock, the cuffs clinking a little as she shifted between them.
“Are you ready?” Danse finally asked.
She nodded. “Y-yeah. Please…”
Slowly, he started moving; he only pulled out part of the way at first, gradually picking up the pace and how much he was pulling out, but soon enough, his clothed hips were lightly thudding against her bare ass while he gripped her waist. Nora moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as he carefully thrust against her.
“A-Arthur, please,” she gasped, glancing up at her boyfriend. Nora stuck her tongue out, her lips parted, silently pleading with him.
With a quiet curse beneath his breath, Maxson slid his fingers into her hair before slipping his cock into her mouth, then guided her head up and down his length. “This what you want, girl? To get—fuck—to get used by both of us?”
Nora knew full well that she wasn't going to cum like this but god, the moans that escaped her as she sucked his cock were loud and satisfied. Being caught between the two of them like this, used, it was everything she had wanted, and she nodded as her eyes shut. Completely at their mercy. She whimpered.
A quiet groan escaped Arthur’s chest as he controlled Nora’s movements, sliding her mouth up and down his cock. His eyes fell closed for a few moments, head tipping back while he enjoyed the sensation. At the same time, Danse picked up his pace, fucking her ass a bit harder, fingers digging into her waist.
“Fuck,” the older man breathed.
With her body caught up in her bindings, Nora couldn’t do what she would usually do and pull them both closer, but she did what she could, tightening herself around Danse’s cock, swallowing around Arthur’s, moaning and shaking as she coaxed them to do what they wanted to her. Her thighs were soaking wet and she would’ve killed for someone to rub her clit, but the haze that came over her was almost a form of pleasure in itself.
“You good?” Arthur asked, his eyes lifting to Danse.
“Yeah,” the older man replied.
“Good, because I think I’ve waited long enough.” Pushing Nora’s face against his groin, his cock down her throat, Maxson leaned forward to unclip her wrists from the spreader bar, though her ankles remained bound. Once he leaned back, he pulled her off him, giving her a chance to breathe but also allowing himself to climb out from under her upper half so he could undo the rest of the restraints, the leather bindings left on both her wrists and ankles while the bar was set aside.
“How do you want to do this?” Danse questioned. He’d been fucking her roughly as Arthur moved around, though his pace slowed as his friend eyed the woman beneath him.
“Maybe standing, at first,” Maxson mumbled, undoing his tie and tossing it over the back of the nearby chair, then working on the buttons of his shirt as he stepped away from the bed. “What do you think about that, pulchra?”
Already Nora was a wreck. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavy, and she gazed up at Arthur with hazy blue eyes. “Please,” she gasped. “Just- please?”
The left corner of his mouth quirked. “Come here, then. On your knees first,” he ordered with a motion of his hand just as Danse pulled out of her and climbed off the bed.
Nora shuffled on her knees towards him, wiping her mouth clean as she did so. God, he looked so good, and as the lace and fabric rubbed against her skin, she moaned softly, reaching him.
“You wet enough?” Arthur asked while holding his cock out to her; a quick glance up at his friend was made, the older man disappearing into the bathroom to clean himself off.
“Yes,” she whispered, and leaned in to get her mouth around him again, glancing up as she took him in and sucked.
A quiet noise escaped him, and after watching her for a few seconds, he lightly tugged her upward. “Alright, come on. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to fuck you.”
Nora stood, wrapping her arms around him to kiss him, cupping the back of his neck. “Please,” she gasped out, rubbing her folds along his cock.
Hooking his hands just beneath her ass, Maxson hoisted her up so her legs wrapped around his hips, their lips remaining connected as he did. His length teasingly rubbed along her folds again before he was reaching beneath her thigh to guide himself into her. Nora sagged against him, clinging to him tightly as she moaned, her voice buzzing against his lips. Even though it hadn’t been that long since he had been in her, it still felt so damned good to be full like this.
“Oh, priya,” she whimpered.
“Did I miss much?” Danse asked as he came out of the bathroom, his eyes slowly looking them over as Arthur was sinking into her.
“No,” Maxson breathed, “So you’d better hurry.”
With a grin, the older man was grabbing the bottle of lube from the bed before stepping behind Nora and drizzling some of it onto his cock. The bottle was closed and shoved into his pocket, the lube spread around, and then he was moving closer and guiding his cock back into her ass just as Arthur fully hilted himself. Nora whined loudly, her nails digging into Arthur’s back as Danse slid into her ass. Her hips wriggled a little, teeth finding her boyfriend’s neck and scraping along his throat.
Maxson immediately submitted his throat, his head tipping back and eyes closing as he sighed with pleasure.
“Remember when you asked how I could use my powers during sex?” Danse murmured from behind Nora, his hips coming flush with her ass.
“Yes,” she whined.
“Wanna see?”
“Fuck yes,” she gasped.
With one hand on her breast, the other slipped down between her and Arthur’s bodies and between her legs, his fingers finding her clit. He slowly rubbed it for a few moments, teasing, before the feeling abruptly changed to a quick and heavy vibration accompanied by a loud buzzing sound. Nora buried her mouth in Arthur’s neck and screamed, already tensing up as she felt shocks of pleasure rushing through her. Toes curling, she rocked her hips frantically between the two men, shaking.
“Oh, fuck,” Arthur groaned, the vibration resonating straight into his cock along with the way she was clenching around him. He couldn’t stop himself from fucking her, his thrusts immediately rough, Danse doing the same.
The noise the three of them made as they moved together was rushing heat through her body, and she clutched at Arthur, one hand grabbing Danse’s arm for stability as her eyes fluttered shut. Sharp keening noises escaped her lips even as she bit down on her lower one, scratching at Arthur’s back.
“Fuck, Nora,” Arthur growled, his pace picking up a bit more. “Should have done this—mmmnn—should have done this sooner.”
Panting, Danse pulled his hand away from her breast, instead moving it to her chin to turn her head toward him before crashing their lips together in a rough kiss so he could devour the noises she made. They were getting progressively louder, more desperate as she felt herself quickly winding up to an orgasm, and her thighs trembled around Arthur’s waist as both men thrust into her, leaving her breathless.
“You gonna cum?” Maxson panted, heat emanating from his fingers and trailing up her thighs as he held her between his and Danse’s bodies.
“Ohgod please!” Nora cried, one hand gripping the back of Danse’s neck, the other digging into Arthur’s shoulder as she trembled in their grip. Fuck, this was so damned good.
He was getting close, too, and he wasn’t entirely sure how much longer he’d last. And with the way she was pulsing around him…
A second vibration started that accompanied Danse‘s fingers, this one coming from his cock as he continued fucking her. It buzzed up Arthur’s cock, rubbing over her sweet spot, and Nora screamed again, bucking against them as she hit her peak, her eyes squeezing tightly shut. Her nails drew scratches into Arthur’s skin that were deep enough to leave deep red marks, and she could barely control her own hips. They moved between the two men, seeking more sensation.
“God, fuck,” Arthur groaned, less so at the vibration and more at the way she was squeezing, grinding, and scratching the hell out of him. It was sending him closer to his end, but he was determined to give her more until he reached it, his fingers digging into her thighs as he fucked her roughly.
Danse couldn’t stop himself from quietly laughing at their reactions, though he didn’t let up on how he had his fingers vibrating on Nora’s clit, making her deal with that overstimulation even as she sought more at the same time. “That good, huh?” he teased, breathless.
Shrieking, her thighs squeezed tightly around Arthur’s waist, and Nora arched up between them, her head falling back against Danse’s shoulder as her fingers scraped along his scalp. “Oh fuck, priya,” she sobbed out, gripping Arthur’s arm, scratching him, before gripping his shirt and pulling it down over his shoulders to rake her nails along the exposed slopes of muscle and thick hair.
With a sharp, hissing inhale, heat suddenly filled the room just as Arthur tipped over the edge, a low moan escaping him. His thrusts grew audibly wetter as he came inside her, and after a few moments, he stopped, even as Danse kept going.
“Danse,” Nora gasped out, feeling Arthur fill her. “Oh god, fuck, please, pleaseplease- c-cum, please!”
“Where?” he asked, breathless; his head was turned just enough so their cheeks were slightly pressed together since she was still leaned back on his shoulder.
“In,” she breathed. “I-in me, please.”
With a quiet curse beneath his breath, he picked up the pace, his fingers still buzzing on her clit as he sought his own release. It didn’t take long and soon his hips were flush with her ass as he came, filling her with a groan. Arthur’s cum was dripping out of her as she relaxed to let Danse do as she’d asked, and she sagged against them, comfortable in their arms, sated for the moment.
Her fingers idly trailed through Arthur’s hair as she let Danse’s orgasm take its course, her heel rubbing against his back.
“That,” she whispered, “was… amazing.”
“Mm,” Maxson agreed, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of her fingers in his hair. “Danse?”
“Hm?”
“Good?”
“Very good,” the older man confirmed.
Opening his eyes, Arthur met Nora’s gaze. “Can you stand?”
“Uh, yeah,” she murmured. “Why?”
“Because my knees are hurting,” he mumbled. “I’m old, Nora.”
She snorted. “Darling, you’re like 30 years old. But ok. Let’s lie down.”
“You do realize I’m older than you both, right?” Danse interjected as he let go of Nora while Arthur set her down. “Not that I’m offended or anything, of course.”
Smirking, Maxson merely glanced at his friend before nudging Nora toward the bed—but as soon as she turned her back to him, he clapped his palm down on her ass. Nora yelped, turning around to glare at him weakly.
“I mean, my knees do hurt. Sort of,” he said innocently. “A little?”
Sighing, she took a seat on the bed, the lace dragging against her sweaty skin. “Soon you’ll be too old to be out doing crimes.”
“Hey, I haven’t done anything illegal in months,” he protested.
“Not sure I believe that,” Danse called from the bathroom.
“If he’s done it, he’s done it without me,” she promised, her fingers playing along the blue strap that framed one of her breasts. “I don’t encourage this.”
His brows furrowed. “But I’m not,” Arthur reiterated. “I haven’t. I made a promise.”
Nora crooked her fingers at him, coaxing him to come closer. “I know,” she chuckled. “We’re just teasing you, priya. I’m impressed with you, actually.”
That had his eyes narrowing, and he was immediately on the bed, shoving her onto her back and crawling onto his hands and knees above her. “Impressed, huh?”
“Mmm.” She cupped his face. “You’ve been so good these past few months.” A smirk tugged at her lips. “… a very good boy.”
‘Good boy’? Arthur let out a slow breath through his nose. “You enjoy pushing my buttons way too much.”
She chuckled. "I do. Are- are you going to do anything about it?"
She’d pushed his shirt down his shoulders earlier, so he just shoved it the rest of the way off and tossed it to the side before sitting back on his knees and unbuckling his belt. “You very well know I can’t let you get away with being a pain in the ass,” he told her.
Nora’s eyes dropped to where his cock was still free and getting hard again. “… I do,” she whispered, biting her lip.
Smirking, his pants were unbuttoned and pushed down his thighs along with his underwear, allowing his cock to completely slip out of his clothes. “So,” he started, one hand reaching behind him to unlace one of his shoes, “What suggestions do you have for me regarding your discipline?”
“Discipline?” Danse questioned as he stepped out of the bathroom. “I must have missed something.”
Her eyes widened. “Um, no. N-nothing.”
Arthur’s smirk turned into a wide grin. “She enjoys pushing me when she knows better, so she needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Oh? What did she do?” the older man asked.
Maxson’s palm grasped one of Nora’s breasts, groping. “She thinks it’s acceptable to call me a ‘good boy,’” he answered.
Danse snorted, and Arthur’s grin briefly faded as he shot a glare at his friend, though his attention immediately returned to Nora. The woman moaned as Arthur touched her, and she glanced briefly between the two men.
“W-well, he was- he’s been- so good the- the last few months,” she whispered.
“Oh, so he is a good boy,” Danse agreed with a laugh.
“Shut it,” Arthur hissed, “Or you can leave. You’re not supposed to side with her against me.”
Running her fingers up and down Arthur’s arm, Nora’s hips wriggled a little, his touches stirring up heat again between her thighs. Soft moans escaped her as she tried not to look at Danse for too long. Wouldn’t be a good idea if he got any smart ones himself…
With another warning glare at Danse that held no real malice, Arthur finished unlacing his shoes and pulled them off, then dropped them onto the ground along with his socks. “Now, I believe I asked you what suggestions you had for your discipline,” he reminded Nora.
“You, um,” her breath hitched, “could- not discipline me.”
“We both know that’s not an option no matter how many times you try it.”
Licking her lips, Nora adjusted the lace. "… out of ideas, sorry," she whispered.
“I’m sure,” he mumbled. “Danse?”
“Hmm… what about spanking?” the older man suggested.
“No, I don’t like having her associate spanking with discipline,” Arthur replied, his eyes raking over her as he quietly hummed in thought. “But maybe not letting her cum at all will work.”
Nora’s eyes widened. “Fuck.”
“You see, the problem with disciplining you,” Arthur started as he climbed off the bed and began removing the rest of his clothes; it left him naked other than the set of dogtags around his neck that had once belonged to his father, “Is that you enjoy most of the ways I do it. You like being edged, having ruined orgasms, all of that. So, maybe the only way to teach you a lesson is to not let you have anything at all.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
“Yes, you do, pulchra,” he countered as he stepped back to the bed and grabbed her thighs, yanking her to the edge and toward him; Danse was undressing, though Arthur paid the other man no mind. “We both know that you like being edged and having your orgasms ruined. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I-I do.”
“So, is it really discipline if I’m doing something you enjoy?”
“Come on, priya,” she moaned. “Please, just… please. D-do it.”
“Do what?” he asked, the left corner of his mouth slightly upturning.
“Just… dis- discipline me.” Her eyes met his.
“Good girl,” Maxson taunted before standing up straight. His gaze turned to Danse, who was now naked. “You wanna fuck her tits or thighs?”
The older man quietly hummed as he slowly looked her over. “Tits.”
“Sounds good to me,” Arthur murmured, waving his friend toward Nora.
Licking his bottom lip, Danse climbed onto the bed, then straddled her chest just beneath her tits. He met her gaze for a moment, a small smirk on his lips, before he grasped her breasts and groped, his thumbs running over her nipples. As soon as the older man was settled, Arthur moved between Nora’s legs, pulling them up onto his chest while he situated his cock between her thighs, just above her mound.
“This is mean,” she mumbled.
“Is it?” Arthur asked. “I’m pretty sure your disobedience was mean.”
Danse gently pinched her nipples, lightly tugging through her clothing.
Nora groaned softly. “I- was only- teasing,” she gasped. “T-this seems like- an overreaction.”
“I disagree. We’ll only be teasing you, too,” Maxson countered. His hips slowly moved back and forth as he fucked her thighs.
“I think this, uh…” there was a pause as Danse lightly tugged on the body cage, “Will be in the way.”
Arthur leaned over to see what he was talking about. “Mm, just rip it,” he told his friend.
“You owe me another one,” Nora warned.
“I already buy you everything you want,” he said with a laugh. “I have no problem buying another.”
Danse didn’t even bother waiting to tear the top of the body cage, starting with the part that wrapped around her collarbone and throat, then down toward her chest. Nora gasped, heat licking under her skin at the rip of the lace and cloth. Hips wriggling against Arthur, thighs rubbing over his cock, she bit her lip, her hands on Danse’s thighs. Ripping more of it, he briefly climbed off her to tear the rest of the body cage down her stomach, then left it at that. He grabbed the lube before settling back atop her, opening the bottle and drizzling some of it between her breasts.
Arthur had done this to her plenty of times before, and Nora moaned gently as the cool oil touched her skin. She kept rocking her hips, trying to angle her thighs so that Arthur’s cock rubbed against her clit.
Pushing her breasts together, Danse pressed his cock between them and started thrusting his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her tits as he watched the head of his cock disappear and reappear. Arthur did the same between her thighs, ensuring he didn’t touch her clit—except once, accidentally bumping into it. It was all she needed to have her whimpering, and she squeezed her thighs tighter around him, trying to coax him into coming, to get him off.
“Why are you whining, pulchra?” Arthur teased, his thrusts continuing, slow and steady. “Is there something you want to say?”
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, touch me, Arthur!”
“Touch you? Where?” he asked, his voice obviously teasing.
Danse’s thumbs ran over her nipples. “Maybe here?”
“Yes!” she gasped out. “P-please!” She rocked her thighs against him, trying to use her thigh muscles to stroke his cock.
“Where else?” Arthur questioned, angling his hips so his cock pushed against her clit again. “Be specific, girl.”
“I’m- I’m sorry,” she moaned, “I shouldn’t- shouldn’t have teased you, A-Arthur, please, touch my, my, clit, please!”
“What do you think, Danse? Has she earned it?”
The other man took a long, slow look over what he could see of her as he kept thrusting. “… I think so,” he finally answered after a moment, a bit breathless. “We can’t keep all the fun to ourselves.”
With a quiet laugh, Maxson shifted his hips again so his cock pushed against her clit with each thrust, only this time he didn’t move away. “I suppose you’re right.”
Nora whimpered, rutting her hips against Arthur's, squeezing her thighs tighter and clenching up her muscles to make it better for him, gazing up at Danse with silent pleading in her eyes.
“Can you lick me like this?” Danse quietly asked after a moment, his thrusting speeding up while he pinched her nipples, gently tugging.
Nora stuck her tongue out obediently, swirling it around the tip every time it came up to her mouth, little moans filling the air.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his body almost shaking from the pleasure and sight.
Arthur took that moment to pull his hips back just enough to slide into her, his cock already wet with her slick. She let out a cry, eyes on Danse’s, silently begging him to just fuck her mouth as she wriggled against Arthur.
Shifting so he was kneeling on one knee instead of straddling her chest, Danse moved up her body a little, then held his cock out for her to take into her mouth. “Come on,” he panted. “I can’t wait anymore. You look too good like this to pass up.”
While he couldn’t really see around the older man, Maxson had a good idea what he was doing. “Go on, pulchra. Give him what he wants.”
Moaning, Nora opened her mouth to let him slip his cock in, her hands going to her breasts to play with her nipples, her groans vibrating up the length of Danse’s cock, tongue swirling over it.
“God, yes,” Danse moaned, his eyes flickering a bright blue before rolling up.
Maxson started roughly fucking her, his thumb on her clit while he relished the feeling of her and the sound of her pleasing someone else. Her moaning grew louder, slowly becoming a fever pitch as Arthur worked her up, and she gave all her attention to Danse, sucking at his cock with every thrust, one hand leaving her nipple to cup and rub his balls.
Danse was on the edge, electricity curling up his spine, trickling on his fingertips. His eyes turned an electric blue again as he moaned once more. “Where do you want me?” he breathed.
Nora tapped her face as her tongue teased along the tip of his cock, eyes fluttering shut at the mounting pleasure from Arthur’s fingers and cock relentlessly thrusting. The younger man slid his free hand up the inside of her thigh and heat slowly spread along her skin wherever he touched.
It only took a few more thrusts before Danse was pulling out, one hand going to stroke his cock as he quietly moaned, his cum stringing along her face and neck. “Fuck, fuck.”
The heat of Arthur’s powers warmed her deliciously. Nora moaned, both from the sudden wet sensation covering her face but also from the way Arthur’s power seemed to stoke the fires of her orgasm.
“Priya,” she gasped, “Oh god, oh, Arthur!”
Clamping down onto his cock, wet spurts coated him and his cock, her orgasm unrelenting as it took her down.
His cock was forced out of her, his groin and the front of his thighs suddenly soaked as he paused and looked down to see what had—oh.
“Christ, Nora,” Arthur murmured before quickly pushing himself back in. “You’re enjoying it that much, huh?”
“Looks like it,” Danse panted as he climbed off her and onto his knees beside her head, his cock held out for her to clean.
Nora squirmed, sensitive, lapping at Danse’s cock even as she whined at the overstimulation of Arthur suddenly buried inside her again. She looked up at her boyfriend, blue eyes wide and begging.
“God, look at you,” Arthur groaned, his hips slapping against her. “So desperate and needy, covered in cum.” He was getting close. “You want me to cum in you again?”
Danse pulled back, tucking himself away before he started playing with her nipples again.
“Please,” she sobbed, “Arthur, priya, please will you- please- cum- in me!”
He was a goner—that was all it ever took, her begging him to fill her, to cum in her. With a low moan, Maxson thrusted one, two, three more times before pressing their hips flush as he came, quietly moaning her name.
Nora sagged back against the bed, panting and messy. “Fuck,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “I think- I can’t take any more of that.”
“No?” Arthur teased with a breathy laugh. “And here I was thinking we’d go a few more times.”
Danse grunted as he collapsed back against the headboard. “Speak for yourself. I’m fifteen years your senior.”
Nora laughed, settling back on the mattress. “Would you like a shower, Mr. Danse?”
“I think I would, Ms. Pendleton,” he accepted. “Or should I be saying ‘Mrs. Maxson’ soon?”
Arthur froze.
Nora glanced at Arthur. “Don’t scare him like that,” she tutted at Danse.
“Well, I mean, maybe one day,” the younger man mumbled as he pulled out. “I just… haven’t prepared.”
Her eyes widened a little. “Oh,” she whispered.
“Ugh.” Danse climbed off the bed. “I’m going to shower.”
A pair of eyes followed him. “You want help?” Arthur offered, joking. Mostly. Sort of.
“Come in here and I’ll electrocute you.”
“Fair enough,” the younger man mumbled.
Nora reached into the side table and pulled out a tissue, wiping her face clean with it. “So, you’re… going ahead with your plan to breed me?” she teased.
“Well, I mean,” he slowly crawled over her, “I think you’d look terrific pregnant. Don’t you?”
She cupped his face. “I do,” she said softly, pulling him in for a soft kiss.
“Then we should get to it,” he purred, kissing her.