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When you agreed to marry into the Kamisato family, you never imagined you would find yourself in this position.
“Stroke him slowly, my dearest,” Your husband’s voice is soft and calm, the familiar cadence a soothing balm to your nerves as you take the heavy cock of Ayato’s most prized servant into your right hand. Thoma is seated in front of you, his hands tightly fisting the dark material of his pants, which were shoved down to mid-thigh. Thoma – handsome, strong, capable Thoma who was always so perfectly put together – was a mess, his chin-length hair floating freely around his face, framing the sharpness of his jaw. His clothes were rumpled from moments prior when Ayato had tugged the unsuspecting man into a heated, possessive kiss.
His shirt hung off one shoulder, the pieces of the armour he wore now just a pile on the floor where you had previously been sitting. It was strange to see him so dishevelled, his face all flushed and with eyes darkened by lust, and yet, with the light that framed his face, you couldn’t help but silently admire him. Behind you, Ayato sips the tea Thoma had carefully prepared for you and your husband, his eyes curved along with his delicate smile, “He’s very sensitive from being all pent up right now. Poor Thoma has had to watch over you and protect your precious body all day without having the time to take care of himself at all. Don’t you think he deserves a reward?”
Thoma whimpered at the suggestion, “M-My lord, please, there’s no need to make her ladyship prostrate herself in this manner…” His words are hesitant, as if he could feel the strange, oppressive energy radiating from Ayato, though the Kamisato head smiled as pleasantly as always, “I-this is my fault, I shouldn’t have overstepped,” Though he was speaking to Ayato, Thoma continued to stare down at you, the muscles in his thighs clenched taught beneath his skin. Your face felt warm at the undivided attention, especially as you felt Thoma’s cock pulse between your palms as a thick, glimmering bead of pre-cum welled at the slit.
Ayato hummed lightly, the sound was almost amused if not for the dark, lustful edge that made you more nervous than you already were, “Ah, there’s no need for you to apologise, Thoma, I wholly understand why you would be so bold to allow your eyes to wander,” You shiver lightly, glancing over your shoulder back at Ayato, nerves licking at the inside of your belly. Your husband’s pretty lavender eyes glint mischievously in the warm light of the afternoon sun as his gaze rakes over your kneeling form. The sun shines through the open windows to your right, bathing your and Thoma’s forms and making you feel exposed despite being inside your and Ayato’s private abode.
The thought of someone glancing inside and catching a glimpse of you, the Kamisato head’s wife, kneeling in front of Thoma while stroking his throbbing dick, makes your abdomen clench. You swallow thickly as you keep your attention on Ayato while he takes another slow sip of tea, “After all, I know how hard it can be to turn my sight away from someone as beautiful and lovely as my wife,” Ayato’s smile was gentle as morning dew, so saccharine sweet it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You’d heard Ayato speak with such a purring, patient cadence only in the comfort and privacy of your bedroom before and knew intrinsically the danger lurking beneath his understanding façade.
“Considering how often you’ve been tasked by me to escort her, it was only a matter of time before your eyes would wander as well,” Ayato mused, setting his teacup down with a light clink as greedy possessiveness flickered through his lavender gaze, “It was inevitable that you would be bold enough to covet the wife of your lord after spending so much time around my darling. I intimately know how kind, sweet and delectably tempting she is without knowing it,” If you didn’t know any better, Ayato’s words sounded accusatory, his smile piercing your heart and making you quiver and squeeze your hands around Thoma’s girth.
Thoma groaned when you tightened your grip around his cock, the throaty sound making you flinch and turn your attention back to the blond. His knuckles were white from how tightly he gripped his pants, his usually bright gaze now a deep forest green, “I-I would never act on something so inappropriate, my Lord,” Thoma barely managed to say, sweat beading at his brow as your soft, warm breaths blew against the tip of his cock. Archons, you looked so delectable like this, on your knees, wide-eyed and flustered, your delicate hands on Thoma’s dick. Even in his wildest fantasies surrounding you (and Lord Ayato, to be honest), Thoma had never imagined it would be you servicing him in such a lowered position.
Seeing you like this, so vulnerable and sweetly confused, with your lips parted as if in awe so close to his cock, made the muscles in Thoma’s stomach clench painfully. Ayato huffed softly, amused that Thoma was able to hold himself back even at this moment, “Indeed, which is why I figured I had to take matters into my own hands,” You bit your lower lip at Ayato’s words, slowly becoming aware of just what your husband meant, “Your loyalty is both admirable and so incredibly frustrating sometimes, Thoma. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the way you look at my wife, lovestruck and devoted with the same fervent desire you do me? Tsk, tsk, you should know that you can’t hide anything from me, dear friend.”
You saw the way Thoma shuddered and bit the inside of his cheek at Ayato’s words, embarrassed, yet aroused that the blue-haired man was able to read him so easily, “Tell me, Thoma, doesn’t my lovely wife look so radiant kneeled between your thighs, her lips a breath away from your cock?” Ayato purred, leaning his head in the palm of his right hand, a smug tilt to his lips as he heard Thoma groan in agreement, “Don’t you want to know what it would feel like to have them wrapped around you? To have her pretty eyes looking up at you, all wide and dark, as you make her take more and more of your length down her pretty little throat?” You felt your face become hotter with embarrassment, wishing you could hide yourself from Thoma and Ayato’s prying gazes.
It should be humiliating and degrading for you to be put in this position – to be used in Ayato’s little scheme, his power play over Thoma. But the little shivers that travelled down your spine to curl hotly in the pit of your belly showed that you weren’t as opposed to this as you should be, “I know better than anyone what a talented mouth my dearest bride has. After all, I, too, enjoy seeing her in the position you’re in now, submissive and eager to please,” a whimper ripped from your throat, your eyes turning back towards Ayato, only for your husband to sternly reprimand you, “Keep your eyes on Thoma, wife. You’re not servicing me, are you?”
“B-But I-“ You tried to speak up, to go against Ayato’s command, but the warning look in his lavender gaze was sufficient to silence your protests. You knew how Ayato could get if you misbehaved. Experience warned you to do as you were told, to keep silent and follow his or Thoma’s lead, lest you end up punished for being willful and stubborn. Glancing up at Thoma from beneath your lashes, you didn’t know how to feel, the clear lust in the blond’s gaze. Your eyes dipped from Thoma’s flustered face to his torso, trailing down, down, down until they landed on his cock once more.
The pre-cum that had previously shone at the tip of Thoma’s dick drooled slowly down the length of his cock. Watching as it slowly trailed down the underside, your mouth watered at the sight, forcing you to swallow thickly lest you drooled. A part of your mind urged you to lean in and lick up the pearlescent droplet before it reached your fingers, while another warned you not to make any sudden movements without Ayato’s explicit permission. Even though your husband seemed more than happy to indulge in whatever filthy plan he thought of, you didn’t want to risk gaining his ire. You swallowed again as the bead of pre-cum oozed lazily over your forefinger, staining your skin in the shimmering fluid, unaware that both men eyed your trembling form with rapt attention.
Biting your lower lip, you shuffled on your knees, squeezing your thighs together to try and soothe the ache that throbbed in the apex of your thighs. The smell of Thoma’s arousal was thick and cloying to your senses, fogging up your mind from the musky scent. You found it harder and harder to think clearly, being the centre of Ayato and Thoma’s attention while also holding the blond man’s cock steady and aloft, perfectly positioned that the tip was pointed to your lips. Thoma couldn’t stop the way his breaths hitched in the back of his throat when he noticed how you seemed to inch slowly but surely closer, your gaze fogged with lust, as if hypnotized.
Your shaky breaths washed over the drooling tip of his cock, lips just barely touching the flushed and swollen head. Archons, but Thoma just wanted to grab you by the back of the head and force his dick past your soft, inviting lips, past your tongue and down your throat. But he shouldn’t – to treat you so callously, based purely on his desires, was something Thoma couldn’t bear to do…
Not without a bit of encouragement, that is.
A deep, amused chuckle resounded through the room, drawing you briefly out of your cock-drunk daze, “Oh dear, it seems like someone’s starting to get a little bit flustered. Must be difficult to think when you’ve got your face almost buried in Thoma’s lap, dear,” Your face burned at Ayato’s teasing, shoulders hunching around your ears as you glanced back at him guiltily. Ayato cooed, adoring the way you jolted in surprise and looked back in his direction, eyes wide with guilty lust. Ah, you always were so sensitive to the gazes and intentions of others – anxious that anyone would find fault with your performance as Ayato’s wife. So eager to please, so terrified of becoming unloved and unwanted – you were like putty in Ayato’s malleable hands, “Don’t you want to taste him, my love? You’re practically drooling to have him in your mouth already…”
You were embarrassed to notice that Ayato was right. A thin trail of spit had managed to escape from the corner of your mouth while you were lost in the fog of your desires. Your mouth had parted automatically when you’d shuffled closer to Thoma, leading to this embarrassing moment, “I-I-It’s just-“ You stammered awkwardly, your breathing becoming more erratic as your nerves got the better of you, “It happened on i-instinct, my… my love,” You hesitated to call Ayato by such an intimate pet name, used to calling him 'Lord' when in front of Thoma. Ah, it would have been worse if you’d slipped and called him something much, much more embarrassing, though you knew Ayato would love to witness your humiliation in front of his subordinate.
That’s why you were on your knees in front of Thoma instead of the other way around, after all.
“My Lord, it’s not kind to tease your wife so much,” Thoma came to your defence, though his face was flushed with lust at the thought that you could desire him so desperately, “She must be feeling nervous, being put on display like this… it would be better if,” Thoma swallowed, his voice becoming deeper, gravelly, as he locked eyes with Ayato’s deep purple gaze, seeing the permission from his Lord to do as he pleased, “-if you were to encourage my Lady, instead,” Oh, Thoma really shouldn’t feel a shiver of arousal rush down his spine at the wolfish smirk that curled Ayato’s lips, especially not when you could feel the reactionary pulse of his arousal from his dick.
Thoma almost regretted opening his mouth, when Ayato chuckled and leaned over the table, his position hiding the tented erection in his lap, “My, my, it seems you like to spoil my wife with such sweetness. Is he always so lenient to you, my darling?” You wanted to go bury yourself in the nearest hole from embarrassment, your head dipping to hide your flustered expression. Ayato took the shy action as your agreement and crooned at how cute you are, smugness leaking from his voice as he continued to speak, “It’s no wonder you’re always smiling so brightly whenever you come back from an outing where Thoma escorts you. why don’t you be a good girl for him and show Thoma how much you appreciate him spoiling you.”
A high-pitched whine was all you could make in response, as you were too nervous to look back at Ayato or look up at Thoma. The fact that you were entertaining this, that you were allowing your husband to lead you into something so depraved as servicing his closest aide, made your stomach flip and tighten. And yet, you found it hard to resist – both men cooing over you, encouraging you to give in, to let Thoma use your pretty mouth, set your nerves alight with sensitivity. Still, you hesitated. If you gave in, if you did this, what would stop Ayato and Thoma from going further?
You knew how you could get, how easy it was for you to be manipulated and commanded to do all sorts of degrading things when you lost yourself to pleasure and lust. Ayato had managed to talk you into many situations in the past where you would walk around without undergarments, or with silken ropes tied around your body. Or he made to kneel beneath his desk to suck him off while he worked, all because you agreed to it in the heat of the moment. The conflicting desire to put a stop to this, to try and talk your way out of giving Thoma a blowjob and showing him what a good girl you are, compared to just going with the flow, made you hesitate.
“I… I, uhm, w-well, it’s…” You stumbled over your words, eyes rolling nervously over Thoma’s legs, the chair, the floor, only to land on the aide’s thick cock as it continued to drool and pulse in your hands, “I-I don’t know i-if this is… appropriate…” You mumbled, voice hardly louder than a whisper – not that either man gave any indication they heard your pathetic little peeping. Your fingers were steadily being coated in thick globs of pre-cum, the evidence of Thoma’s desire staining your skin and slicking your grip around his cock, tempting you into swallowing back what little protests tried to form on your tongue.
A warm hand cupped your left cheek, hesitant and kind, and you couldn’t help but lean into Thoma’s touch, your eyes turning up to lock with his warm, forest-green gaze, “Please, my Lady, won’t you be a dear and give me the honour and pleasure of your mouth?” He begged his voice so deep it felt like it would echo through the marrow of your bones. Your belly clenched hotly, and warmth filled your face even further when Thoma smiled tenderly, his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek, “You’re just so beautiful like this, so perfect, it’s hard to hold myself back. My Lord claims that you’re so good for him, that you’re a good girl, a good, pretty little wife… surely, you don’t want to be bad for either of us, hmm?”
Entrance, you found it hard to clear your thoughts, Thoma’s touch, his warm voice, the heated scent of his arousal cloying in your mind. Damn it, you were already losing yourself, already on the verge of submitting yourself to this, especially when Ayato called out your name encouragingly, “That’s it, be a good girl for Thoma and I, my love. I want to see those soft, pretty lips of yours wrapped around his cock while Thoma uses your mouth as a reward,” You shuddered and whined again, the fog of lust that had previously dissipated making its return, urging you to follow Ayato’s directions. Thoma leaned back in his chair, his hand remaining on your cheek, guiding you until you were close enough to get another thick lungful of his scent.
Ah… fuck. Thoma’s musk, his warmth, and the shiver of his thighs against your shoulders encompassed you, tempting you to pull in closer. Closer… closer… You needed to be closer to Thoma, Thoma, Thoma. You thoughtlessly shuffled on your knees until you were kneeling between the apex of Thoma’s thighs, so close it almost felt like you weren’t wearing anything, that you were naked and exposed to Ayato and the blond man’s hungry eyes, “I wanna… be a good girl…” You murmured, eyes going glassy as you ducked your head, a slave to the wants and desires of the two men with you.
Another heavy, fat droplet of pre-cum welled from the slit of Thoma’s cock. Thoughtlessly, your mouth fell open, tongue pushing out between your drooling lips to lightly lick it up. Bitterness spread over your tastebuds and Thoma groaned above you, his hand sliding from your cheek to lightly rest atop your head, “Ah… that felt good, my Lady,” He murmured and you whimpered, glancing up at him from beneath your heavy lashes, your gaze foggy and unfocused. Thoma smiled sweetly, the hand fisting his pants tightening so hard that his knuckles creaked beneath his skin, “Take your time, my Lady… just follow whatever comes naturally.
“Oh my, how sweet of you Thoma, to let my wife set her own pace,” Ayato’s voice rang out behind you, the sound of a button popping open alongside the rustle of fabric drowned out by his words, “You might want to be careful, though, my darling can be very…” Ayato paused, purple eyes slowly running down your and Ayato’s figures, a deep groan threatening to break past his lips as he wrapped his gloved fingers around his hardening cock, “greedy when it comes to getting what she wants. Just look at her, she’s already drooling over your cock like a dog with a bone,” You couldn’t stop the embarrassed little mewl that spilt from your lips, even as you did exactly as Ayato pointed out – licking and drooling over the head of Thoma’s cock.
Thoma swallowed thickly, his eyes never straying from the gorgeous sight in his lap, “I’d say she’s more akin to a cat, my Lord,” He sighed lowly, the hand on the back of your head pressing down on your scalp lightly, encouraging you to take more of his length inside your mouth. You parted your lips wider, allowing the head to glide over your tongue as if the muscle was a carpet laid out to greet the cock’s entrance. Allowing your eyes to flutter shut, you breathed slowly through your nose, wrapping your lips around the tip to suckle lightly, “Ah, hahh, good girl, so good, you’re mouth is so warm and wet…” Thoma gasped, a shudder of pleasure trembling along his back. You felt Thoma spread his fingers and dig them under your hair and moaned softly in response, sucking his cock in deeper.
Ayato relished Thoma’s hitched groan, admiring the other man as his head fell back, Adam’s apple bobbing around a rough gulp, “Mhmmm, she’s got such a talented mouth, doesn’t she? So inviting, so tempting… You just want to push her head down lower, make her take you in till the root, isn’t that so, Thoma?” The blond flushed at Ayato’s teasing, but he didn’t deny his Lord’s words. Everything that Ayato described was true, after all – the desire to force you down without a care for your comfort was an urge that Thoma barely held back upon. The hand not buried in your hair had tightened so painfully that his nails dug into his palm and drew blood, shaking beneath the strain.
“She wouldn’t mind, you know,” Ayato mused, his hand slowly stroking up and down his cock, the warm leather around his fingers providing a pleasant sensation, “I’ve long trained her to hold down her gag reflex just so that its easier to bury my cock inside her pretty throat when we’re too busy for a more, ah, intimate time together,” His words gave Thoma pause, and Ayato noticed delightfully that the other man’s ears had become redder as you noisily slurped around his cock, “Then again… I’m sure you’ve seen it before, haven’t you, my dear Thoma?” A soft noise of embarrassment was all that Thoma could respond with, especially when you dipped the tip of your tongue along the cock head’s slit at just that moment.
Thoma tightened his grip on your hair, a low rumbling vibrating from his chest as he forced you down, just a little, by instinct. You mewled softly at the action, the noise making Thoma loosen his hold to give you more freedom once again, “A-ah, my apologies, Lady, I just did something thoughtlessly,” He cooed, fisted hand moving to cup and stroke your right cheek, surprisingly gentle and loving, where moments before he and Ayato were practically treating you like you weren’t there. You pulled back a little to look up at Thoma from beneath your lashes, annoyed and aroused that you were being treated like a conversation piece instead of being used like a proper good girl.
You would just have to make Thoma’s resolve break. Just a little. Just to get him to let loose and stop treating you like you were a delicate statue made of high-quality glass.
Humming lowly, you pulled off of the head of Thoma’s cock with a wet pop, trailing sticky kisses down the underside while paying special attention to the vein that ran along his length, “O-Oh, that’s, mmh!” Thoma moaned your name softly at the feeling, his fingers twisting in your hair, eyes locked with yours as if in a trance. Lower and lower you licked and kissed, steadily working your way down to his balls, heavy breaths making the spit and pre-cum coated cock throb. Thoma almost felt as if his body temperature spiked when you laved your tongue over the spot where the base of his cock and his ballsack met, “Oh Archons, m-my Lady, hahh, that’s-“
He wanted to tell you not to continue, knowing that sweat had accumulated there during his training this morning, but you worked faster than he could speak. You moaned at the salty taste of his skin, the sound guttural with arousal, pulling an amused chuckle from Ayato, “There we are – there’s my perfect dirty girl,” He crooned, pleased at the sight of your face buried in Thoma’s lap, your lips pulling the blond’s heavy sack into your mouth. You shuddered at your husband’s praise, humming softly, the vibrations of our voice ricocheting pleasantly through Thoma’s cock. Pre-cum drooled from his spit-soaked tip, trailing sluggishly down to land on the bridge of your nose, staining your face in Thoma’s musky pre.
“Ah, hahh, oh, oh, yes, mmh, that’s it, that feels, hahh, good, my Lady, so, so good, good girl,” Thoma moaned, both of his hands buried in your hair, holding you in place while your lips and tongue practically worshipped his sack. Drooling, licking, sucking and kissing, you did everything possible to play with Thoma’s ball sack, cleaning and dirtying his skin with your thick spit while more and more pre-cum landed on your face. Ayato groaned at the sight, loving the image of your face stained in pearlescent fluid while Thoma steadily began to lose his semblance of self-control beneath the talents of your mouth, “Ah, more, p-please, my Lady, I want, mmngh?!” You popped off of Thoma’s balls wetly, trailing your tongue over the sopping, heavy skin that protected his testes, mapping out their full roundness as if to commit them to memory.
Pleasure tingled throughout Thoma’s body, as well as frustration and desire for more. He needed more – more than just the teasing, playful and filthy way you kept worshipping his balls. He needed your pretty mouth around his dick, taking him in, nursing on his cock with your lips wrapped around the base – but he found it hard to articulate his desires. Ayato smirked, seeing Thoma’s building sexual desire and frustration, a question rolling from his lips as if he hadn’t fully planned on stepping in, “Need some help with guiding my wife to properly complete her duty, Thoma?”
The blond groaned and nodded, his forest-green eyes pleading for Ayato’s assistance, of which his Lordship was more than willing to help. Eager, as was evidenced by his hardened cock swinging freely between his legs when Ayato stood and walked to Thoma’s side, his gloved hand sliding over the nape of your neck, “You need to be firmer with my darling, Thoma,” Ayato cooed, lips pressed to the side of Thoma’s head, breath washing over the shell of the other man’s right ear, “My pretty wife can get so distracted while having fun that she could stay down between your legs, drooling over your cock and keeping you on the edge for hours without bringing you to the heights of pleasure,” You moaned when Ayato tightened his fingers around your nape, pulling away from Thoma’s sack at the unspoken command.
Spit and pre-cum made a mess of your face, a trail of mixed fluid connecting your lips to Thoma’s throbbing cock, only to break as you panted hotly. Ayato’s grip on you was firm, guiding your head back up to the drooling tip you’d previously been suckling on, “You need to be firm with her. Remind her what her purpose is, what her lips were meant to be wrapped around. And if she gets too greedy-“ Ayato’s crooning voice had a hard edge, his fingers tightening on the nape of your neck, the action making your mouth instinctively open wider, “-then you should take what’s yours,” As he said this, Ayato forced your head down, allowing Thoma’s cock to slide easily past your drooling lips, your soaking mouth, deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt inside your seizing throat.
You gagged at the sudden intrusion, yet your eyes rolled to the back of your skull in pure bliss as Ayato put you back in your place, “Ah! Ah, hahh, oh Archons, fffffuck, hahh, Ayato-hngh, m-my Lady-!” Thoma moaned loudly, his back arching away from the back of his chair, his hands fisting into painfully tight fists in your hair. Thoma’s cries were cut off by your husband’s lips sealing over the blond’s, Ayato drinking down the other man’s whimpers, moans and needy groaning, licking into Thoma’s mouth to taste him, to devour him while Ayato held you in place.
The hand on the back of your neck was steady and commanding, just as Ayato’s presence pressed to your back. You felt hot and needy, eyes watering as you tried to control your gag reflex, all while Thoma’s cock twitched and pulsed along your tongue and throat, bulging the tight space with his girth, “Mhngh, mglrk, mmmmh~!” You moaned, spit trailing around the seam of your lips to pool and drip down Thoma’s balls, the vibrations of your voice shooting pleasure-filled thrills up Thoma’s spine. He eagerly, thoughtlessly, kissed Ayato back, drunk on the pleasure of your mouth and throat swallowing down his dick while his Lord plundered his mouth. Thoma couldn’t help but roll his hips weakly in his chair, his hips grinding against your face and making it even harder for you to draw breath.
Your brain became foggier from the lack of air, and you relished it. Gone were your thoughts, your previous anxieties and fears, replaced with pure bliss and certainty that this was where you belonged. On your knees, mouth full of cock, hands holding you down and making you take, take, take until your vision swam with dark spots. Your hands gripped Thoma’s knees, a reedy, choked-off whine barely catching the kissing men’s attention. Ayato broke the kiss, panting breaths spilling from swollen lips as he relaxed his hold on your nape, “Relax, Thoma. Remember that my wife needs to have a chance to breathe if you don’t want the fun to end too quickly.”
His words struck the blond like lightning, jolting Thoma out of his mindless haze to loosen his grip, allowing you to pull off his dick far enough that he wasn’t obstructing your airflow, “Ah, damn, a-apologies, my Lady, I wasn’t thinking-“ Thoma started babbling his apology awkwardly, but ended up interrupting himself with a sharp groan when you immediately slid back down to the base of his cock once you took a deep gulping breath, “Ah, hahh, hahh, oh Archons, my Lady, your mouth is divine,” Pride fluttered in the pit of your belly at the blond’s compliments, a humming mewl showing how pleased you were that he relished the feel of your mouth working over him.
“Mhmm, I did tell you she has a talented little mouth,” Ayato hummed, pleased to watch your head bob up and down the length of Thoma’s cock, wet, lewd sucking, swallowing and humming noises coming from your efforts. His hand slid away from your neck to your shoulder before delving down your chest as Ayato moved to knee behind you, “Does he taste good my love? Doesn’t it feel so nice to let yourself be nothing but a pretty, cock drunk little whore for your most prized escort?” You moaned softly, unable to nod due to the dick in your mouth, your teary eyes fluttering open to look up at Thoma as he shuddered and groaned from the wet suction of your mouth. Ayato smirked, and Thoma couldn’t help the way his hips instinctively thrust against your face at how arousing the sight of his Lord and Lady kneeling before him was.
If Ayato noticed the reaction, he didn’t comment on it, focused as he was on you, “It feels good to let go of your status as Lady of the Kamisato clan, right?” He crooned, nibbling your earlobe teasingly before kissing and biting down the curve of your neck, “All that pride, all that poise and status and wealth that you are granted as my wife, all of it can be put down in this moment, when you’re on your knees, sucking another man off at my instructions. You’re such a good little slut,” It shouldn’t arouse you when Ayato called you something so degrading, but you couldn’t help the way your belly tightened with lust at his words. Ayato slid his hands to your waist, untying the tightly wound obi to tug the front of your kimono open, exposing your chest, breasts and pussy to the warm afternoon air.
This time, it was your husband who couldn’t stop his pleased groan, surprised and delighted to find you naked beneath your clothing, “Naughty thing, did you choose not to wear any undergarments in the hopes that I’d do something filthy to you?” A muffled whine was all you could make in response as Thoma reacted to the sight of your naked breasts and cunt by pushing your head down his dock roughly, “Such a depraved, needy whore I’ve married…” Ayato sighed, one hand moving to your right breast to pinch and roll your nipple, his other immediately sliding down between your legs to stuff two long, slender fingers inside your soaking pussy, “but I do so love it. So long as you remember, my dearest, that you’re my sweet little slut,” You arched and whimpered as Ayato began to thrust and scissor his fingers inside your cunt, the sensations of being pinned between your husband and his aide near driving you to insanity.
Ayato pressed his front snugly against your back, lips and teeth marking your neck and shoulders with possessive love bites. His fingers delved inside you, matching the rhythm at which Thoma was making your head bob up and down the length of his cock. You could feel the hot, heavy length of your husband’s length slotted against the clothed curve of your ass, shuddering at the warmth that spread through your body along with your hazy please, “Ah pretty, so gorgeous, mmh, hahh, b-both of you, ah, oh, yes, more, hahh, I-I want more-!” Thoma moaned loudly, spreading his legs wider and planting his feet firmly on the floor. You only had a moment to brace yourself before the blond began to buck his hips, thrusting his cock in short, shallow bursts in and out of your throat.
Your senses narrowed to the sensations caused by being sandwiched between the two men. Behind you, Ayato ground and rut against your ass, his fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping pussy, curling them to rub the pads against your gummy inner walls. Your clit was trapped in the vee between his fore and middle fingers, every thrust rubbing the bundle of nerves and making you tighten around the digits. In front of you, Thoma bucked and thrust roughly against your face, rutting his cock arrhythmically in and out of your mouth while you struggled not to choke around him. The slaps of his pelvis against your mouth and nose were wet from the spit and pre-cum that frothed around your lips, the fluid dripping down onto your chest.
The extra lubrication made it easier for Ayato’s fingers to roll your nipples, twisting and flicking them meanly to get you to moan and gurgle wetly around the cock in your mouth. You had to hold onto Thoma’s thighs for support, your world devolving into nothing but pleasure and lust, the fogginess in your brain a result of lack of air and pure arousal. You felt so, so good. Everything felt so good, so wonderful, so right as you were held steady against Ayato’s chest while Thoma used your mouth like a toy. Moans, whines, gulps and slurps were the sounds that spilt from you, the noises muffled yet pronounced in the otherwise stillness of the afternoon air. Ayato murmured filth into your skin that you couldn’t quite understand, but his words made Thoma groan and babble, increasing the pace and ferocity of his thrusting hips.
Your face would be bruised after this, you realised, pussy tightening around Ayato’s fingers in arousal. You were going to end up marked by both men, owned by them, and nothing could make your silly little lust-struck brain happier. You moaned and swallowed, trying to bob your head in time with Thoma’s thrusts, which only made the blond whine and increase his already fervent pace, “G-gonna cum,” He gasped, balls slapping your chin wetly, the harsh seizing of your throat the few times you gagged seemingly making him more sensitive, “Gonna cum, oh Archons, A-Ayato, please, m-may I cum inside her-“
“No,” Your husband simply responded, lavender eyes practically glowing as he, too, rut against your ass and thrust his fingers faster, harder, more desperately against and inside you, “If you’re going to cum so soon, I want to see you make a mess of my wife’s pretty little face. Mark her, stain her, I want you to see how pretty and perfect she’ll look with her face drenched in your seed,” Archons, but your husband could be so damned filthy sometimes. You whined reedily, eyes fluttering shut as Thoma gasped and nodded, the ‘shplap-shplap-shplap’ of his hips against your face becoming louder and quicker as Thoma reached for his end.
You could feel the pleasure in your belly tightening when Ayato added a third finger and dug them deeper inside your cunt, ramming the pads over your g-spot, massaging your soaked inner walls. You were close, so close, your body teetering on the edge of bliss as Ayato growled lowly in your ear, the hand that had been toying with your breasts moving to grip your jaw and tilt your head back, “Keep your mouth open and stick your tongue out, my love,” He commanded and you obeyed, the gurgling, choking noises of your throat trying to accommodate Thoma’s reckless thrusting ringing out between the three of you, “Perfect, good girl, my sweet, slutty girl, hold steady just like this when Thoma cums, alright? Let’s see if he can get any of it in your mouth.”
Thoma groaned a full body shudder running down his spine, “Coming, I-I’m, ngh, c-coming-!” He gasped, cock pulsing and growing thicker in your throat even as he quickly dragged drenched dick out of your mouth. Ayato changed his grip on Thoma’s cock, aiming it as the first hot, thick rope of the blond man’s cum shot from the slit. It landed across your forehead, nose and upper lip, and you were glad that you’d thought to close your eyes, a ragged moan escaping your lips as more and more bursts of Thoma’s cum covered your face.
Some of it landed on your tongue, hot and salty, tingling over your tastebuds, and you were so aroused, so on edge with Ayato’s palm grinding against your slit while his fingers massaged your g-spot, that you came at that exact moment. A reedy whine, a rough buck of your hips, your body seized up, pussy gushing around Ayato’s fingers to leave a puddle of your arousal staining the wooden floorboards beneath you. You felt your husband’s cock throb against the curve of your ass but didn’t feel any accompanying wetness, but your attention was taken by the dwindling, weakening spurts of cum that trickled into your mouth.
Ayato’s hand lightly stroked over Thoma’s cock, milking the last weak trickles and droplets of the blond man’s cum from his softening dick, “Hahh, hahh, m-my Lord, ah, please, i-it’s too much,” Thoma groaned, oversensitive and exhausted, his satisfied gaze landing on your face. Thick ropes of his cum dripped over your pretty features, staining your skin with pearlescent white and leading Thoma’s sight down to your mouth, where a viscous pool of his seed coated your tongue. He shuddered and groaned tiredly at the sight, one last fat glob of cum leaving the tip of his dick to drool down into your mouth.
“You did well, Thoma,” Ayato hummed, giving Thoma’s spent dick one last squeeze before releasing it from his grip. Instead, his hand returned to your jaw, your husband tilting your head to the side, carefully making sure you didn’t spill a drop of his aide’s cum, “Hmmm, you got quite a bit of your spend inside her mouth. I suppose you have quite the aiming eye,” Ayato teased, his lips curling into a smirk as he shot Thoma a dark look. Thoma could only watch, wide-eyed with hitching breath, as his Lord bent his head and slanted his lips over yours, kissing you deeply while keeping his gaze locked on Thoma.
You whined, closing your mouth slightly when Ayato’s tongue delved between your lips, the blue-haired man kissing you lazily. His tongue pushed and lapped, spreading Thoma’s cooling, salty cum around your mouth and pulling some into his own, encouraging you to return the kiss and exchange the bitter fluid lining the insides of your mouth. You shuddered, but followed his example, trading the sticky seed between your mouth and his, swallowing and licking and sucking, wet and messy, depraved, filthy, until every last drop of Thoma’s cum had been consumed.
Ayato’s lips were stained with Thoma’s spend as he pulled back from the kiss with a deeply pleased sigh, a thin trail connecting his and your lips. Thoma gripped his thighs tightly at the sight, his cock giving a tired, aroused twitch, “There… all cleaned up now, aren’t you, dear?” Ayato cooed, pulling back from you while moving to grip the nape of your neck, turning your head down, down, down to his throbbing, hard cock, “Why don’t you put that empty mouth back to use, hmm? It would be unfair of you to leave me high and dry now, wouldn’t it?”
Instead of answering, you simply moaned, immediately latching onto Ayato’s cock and pushing down until your lips were sealed around the base. Above you, Ayato grinned and held out an inviting hand to Thoma, his other tugging up your dress to expose your glistening pussy, “I think you’d better get to work cleaning up your Lady’s mess, don’t you think so, Thoma?” You shuddered and spread your legs, giving the blond a full view of your soaked, dripping folds, tantalizing, tempting.
Thoma swallowed a groan, getting off his chair, big, rough hands moving to grip your hips to hike them up higher as he kneeled behind you, “Yes, my Lord.”