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“Now Master Eiden, we both know what will happen if we don’t restore your essence.”
A low whine slips from his mouth as his eyes slowly open. Sleepiness dulls his senses. He’s still in bed but he’s not lying down anymore. Blanket pulled off of him to the side. He's sitting up with his legs nicely spread. Ankles secured well into the padded cuffs on the bar. No key in sight. The black bar ensuring his most sensitive parts down below are on display from the servants in the room. Someone sits behind him, holding him in place so he doesn’t move for his morning feeding.
“…it’s so early, do we have to do this?” Eiden pleads so sweetly. Purposefully pouting his lower lip and batting his eyes at the person crawling closer. The servant isn’t deterred by the honeyed voice he uses. A commendable effort though, he must admit. Hands roaming across the expanse of his thighs. Bites and a few hickeys lay on the expanse of smooth skin. They show the mess the servants have left for the last few days. They had said it was impossible to resist temptation with such a delectable offering on display.
“Master Aster said you must be fed adequately each day and unfortunately we need to give you so much more to make sure your essence remains stable.”
It isn’t a lie. The amount of essence the servants have pale in comparison to one singular clan member. So they have to make sure to give their beloved master plenty of extra everyday. A command placed in case all the clan members were on a mission. Leaving their sweet master alone in need of essence regulation. Well, never an order but more so a suggestion in case Eiden’s essence fluctuated but everyone wanted to capitalise on the brunette at any opportunity.
“But there’s still plenty from yesterday…”
The complaint remains unheard as fingers trail by the insides of his thigh. Circling around the deeper bites. The indentation of teeth marks in adoringly crafted skin. The person holding their master up secures the cuffs behind his back. Choosing to now keep an arm wrapped around his waist while the other tenderly grabs at one side of his chest. A hard cock belonging to the servant pressing against his behind. Waiting to be given some special treatment. A mouth latching onto his neck to mark the healing nape.
Eiden reminds himself he should be nicer to them, they’re just doing as ordered. It’s his fault for his essence being so out of whack after the fiasco. They probably hate this and are putting up with it for a payroll. He’s just making this worse by being so fussy. Relenting, he stops moving so much. It’s easier to picture one of his clan members helping him out.
“Oh, master Eiden is being super cooperative today?”
Eiden nods his head at that, turning his view away. Humiliation isn’t something he’s known for but even he has a few limits. His body feels a dull ache as a thumb presses against the plug keeping his pussy full. Something Aster had left in him. A sigh escapes him when fingers delve into his ass. Delicately prying between the mess left inside of him yesterday. Stretching him wide to prepare him no matter how unnecessary. The butler’s own bulge is clearly prominent in his pants. A natural reaction. The hand on his chest starts squeezing the succulent chest. Feel the soft tissue fill out the man’s hand nicely. Nature’s finest gift all in one palm of the hand. Practically begging to be toyed with.
“Should we give the master his meal in one go?”
It’s posed less as a question and more as a statement. The one behind him eagerly using his strength to hoist the sorcerer up lifting up onto his lap. The servant’s cock pressing against the entrance of his ass. Coating itself in the mess from yesterday. The other followed the man’s actions. Pulling up drenched fingers and smearing it on the inside of plush supple thighs. Shifting back only to undo the zip on his pants before grabbing one of the sorcerer’s legs and pushing it up for a nice clear view.
“Master really is a slut huh?”
The one behind Eiden goes first, panting and groaning as the tip of his aching cock presses into the hole. Head rolling back as the grip on his chest gets rougher. The sorcerer’s well trained body took in the cock effortlessly, relieving all the servants pent up frustration overnight. It’s divine. To be inside such a perfect person. Sharing the heat of the moment of someone out of their league. All by a pure miracle. Arousingly intense. The one in front pushes into too. Cock being welcomed soaking tight walls. Hands gripping onto thick thighs to anchor himself in further. Little sloppy thrusts until he buries himself all the way in. Two cocks in one hole.
Eiden finds himself being used wantonly like a fucktoy. Spread apart and being used as nothing more than a whore. His body reveling in the attention. He misses his clan and it's simple to imagine them turning him into their toy instead. Legs hooked over shoulders. A hand holding his waist to leverage the position for each thrust. They have become surprisingly good at this in the last few days. Their pulsing cocks pounding into him in tandem. Groaning his name. It sounds like praise with the way they say it. A name so revered it must be uttered under one’s breath in the most shameless of moments. Nails digging into skin and carving new marks.
Air hot and heavy as the two press their bodies into him. Bodys staggering slightly. Eiden choses to help them a little. Meeting their thrusts with his hips. Cocks spurting some love juice filled with essence as they start to fill him up. They finish with a quiet scream. Sticky mess dripping onto their cocks as they finally pull out. Watching in awe as it dribbles out. A cute pink hole begging to be filled with more. The brunette thinks it's over.
Only to be surprised when he gasps at the sensation of fabric being shoved inside of him. Their mess coating the thin lingerie panties bought for him.
“Sorry, we forgot to bring a good toy to fill you up but a quick fix always works.”
“Didn’t know lingerie could be used like this.” The other comments.
The butlers lay in awe at the sight. Their master tiredly propped up. One side of his chest bearing faint red marks. An imprint of hands. The other side has a leaky nipple. Milk dribbled out and down his skin. A trail left behind. An issue the clan hasn’t resolved since bringing Eiden back but they don’t mind. A sensational experience to have perfectly velvety milk coat their tongues with each lick. Faintly sweet milk coating the back of their tongues as they continue to thirst for more. His exposed torso bare for their eyes to drink the sight in. Watching as his body heaves and trembles from their mess. The little dips between their thighs they crave to hold and mold into their shapes. Muscles flexing under the tension of them folding him in in two.
“Ah-Fuck!”
Eiden cries out as fingers glide against the lips of his lower half and teasingly pull on the hooded nub. An intense pleasure coursing through his body as rough digits press into his clit. His moans filling in the air and encourage the two servants to continue on. Make him cry under his touch. Bring him to heights of joy and pleasure. Another hand grabbing his hard cock. Lazily pumping his cock until he finally sees white. Back arching and eyes closing shut. He gasps for air after. Breath heavy while his body aches from exhaustion. He can tell there are another two or three waiting outside the door to fill him up too.
The last few days have been chaotic. Servants hesitant at first to fulfill their duty now eager to constantly have the opportunity with the sorcerer. He hasn’t accomplished much in the last few days except being constantly filled up to help his essence. Just yesterday, they spent hours taking their time with him at the dinner table. On display and prepared for everyone to have a piece. His stomach slightly bulged with their finish after. On all fours on the stained wooden table, fucked like a cute toy. He doesn’t remember the last time he wasn’t full.
Plush thighs wrap around the servant trying to get up, pulling him back and close. The servant gulps. His cock gets hard again as he meets the annoyed master’s stare. Furrowed brows and an adorable angry pout. Kissable lips calling his name so sweetly, coercing him into listening to their master’s whims. They can’t help but listen. Eiden happily went back to sleep shortly after.