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Sylus pulled Zayne against his chest, elegant fingers curling around his neck. Not quite a threat, but danger flowing just under the surface.
“And what is it you want?” Sylus hissed, voice low and sweet. “You came here looking for her but you’ve found me.” A smirk teased his lips as he drew in a dramatic breath, “And you smell of desire. Stink of it, really. Luckily for you, it’s one of my favorites.”
Zayne stiffened, torn between a sense of danger, this was the boss of Onychinus, after all, and the fact his traitorous cock was stiffening in his pants. Danger hadn’t ever been something he enjoyed. Too much of it in combat and the Arctic, and yet…
Suddenly he was spun around, red-black tendrils binding him to a chair that hadn’t been there a moment before. Sylus leaned forward, gripping Zayne’s chin to force eye contact.
Ruby red flooded Zayne’s senses, crimson was all he could see, an intense color the same shade as Sylus’ eyes. He blinked and tried to break the contact, but Sylus’ evol and grip remained firm.
Sylus chuckled, “I see. The good doctor is a bi disaster who will barely even admit it to himself. A crush on his best friend, and his best friend’s sister.” He clicked his tongue, a mocking scold, “And now you followed her to me, only to discover I am. Exactly. Your. Type.” The chuckle deepened, darkened. “And now that you’re here, you have no idea what to do.”
Sylus tsked, “What am I to do with you? You have the skills to make it into my home, and she is quite fond of you yet. Should I summon her? See what she’s willing to do to protect her dear doctor?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Zayne hissed, “Not if you have half the cleverness you’re reputed too. There’s a reason I’m her physician, and it’s not that we were childhood friends.”
“But see, Doctor, I have a similar condition to her. Save that instead of the Aether core being my heart, it’s my eye. And I can see … Exactly all the delicious things you want to do her.”
“And me.”
Zayne struggled against the bonds at that. The thrum of desire turning fully to fear.
Sylus tutted, “Doctor, dearest, if she were in any danger from me, you wouldn’t still be alive. As it is, I rather dislike making her sad, so alive you will remain. At least until I’ve decided what to do with you.”
“Luke! Kieren! See if our Kitten is available for dinner, won't you? Tell her I’ve got quite the surprise tied up and waiting.”
“Yes, Boss!” came in stereo from behind Zayne, causing him to startle. When had they gotten behind him?!
“Meanwhile, Doctor. I think we need to talk. You have some fascinating fantasies rattling about in that pretty head of yours, and several feel more like memories.”
Zayne’s lip curled into a snarl, the temperature around them tanking as his evol reacted to his emotions. “Unhand me.”
“No. No, I don’t think so. You’re far too volatile right now,” the final word coming out with a puff of fog. “And please, Doctor, get a hold of yourself. Your control is slipping and it’s embarrassing me.”
It took several moments, but the rime dissipated and the temperature returned to something nearing normal, rather than frigid.
“Better?” Zayne sneered.
“Yes, quite. So, let us discuss these memories before she arrives. A Niavian god were you? Bound to her in love and hatred. Both of you sacrificing immortality in an attempt to save the other.” Sylus huffed, “Far too familiar a tale, truth be told. She gave me half her soul, for all the good it did.”
Zayne’s eyes widened. “What. That’s not—”
“Possible? But of course it is. You, a god fallen to mortality; me a dragon, the same. Both of us were killed by her. Both of us were saved by her.” The habitual cruel twist to his smirk gentled, “Left marks on both of us so deep we can’t help but orbit her.”
Zayne relaxed into his bonds, the fight shocked out of him. “What is it you want then? She doesn’t seem to remember, and I refuse to force her into anything just because I do. Especially since we were opposites. Her, a goddess of life, me, a god of annihilation. Yet neither could survive without the other. Love and hate, two sides to the same coin.”
“She became a Fiend when our souls merged. If she was willing to listen to her own desires once, I don’t see why she can’t be persuaded again.”
“Bastard. You didn’t answer my question. What do you want from me.”
Sylus’ eyes flashed, his Aether core granting the right one a true glow. His smirk widened into something resembling a smile, “I’m a dragon, Doctor dearest. I want everything. You, her; not to mention you want her, and I’m quite sure she wants both of us as well.” The smirk returned. “You just have to admit you want it, too.”
Zayne’s face smoothed into pensive thought. He had snuck here to find out what she’d been hiding in the N109, she’d been spending more and more time in the den of degeneracy. To find that it had been for a paramour…
You slammed the door open and rushed in, fully prepared to bite Sylus’ head off. “Sylus, what the hell. And Zayne, what are you doing here?!”
“Sorry, Boss-man, we told her dinner—” Luke began, with Kieran finishing, “But Luke let it slip you had the Doctor tied up…”
Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose, he really should have foreseen this outcome. “It’s fine. I wasn’t quite done with my discussion with the dear Doctor, unfortunately.”
“Dammit, Sylus, dismiss your evol. Zayne, are you ok? Did he hurt you?”
Sylus immediately looked offended, “The Doctor is yours. I wouldn’t intentionally damage him.”
“I’m fine.” Zayne said as he rubbed his freed wrists. “I won’t claim he’s the best host, but I am unharmed. Physically, at least.” His face creased into a deep frown, “How on earth did you even get involved with him, though. He’s a mob boss for crying out loud.”
“Onychinus, and thus Sylus, had information I needed about my Aether core. The Association thought Onychinus was killing people with knowledge of them. Turns out Sylus was the fall guy for Ever.”
Sylus grunted in surprise. “You’re telling him all this with no hedging?”
You let out a bitter snort. “Only reason I hadn’t before now is because I wasn’t sure where in Linkon was safe to do so. But here? This is as ‘safe’ as ‘safe’ gets.” You see his skeptical expression and return it with a rueful shrug. “Besides–he’s suspected Ever had something to do with my grandmother’s death for some time. As does Rafayel. They have reasons to distrust Ever, too.”
“Rafayel, the painter?” Zane asks. “What does he have to do with this?”
“Lots,” you reply, “Though the details aren’t my secret to tell.”
Sylus’ eyebrow quirked up, “He’s Lemurian, isn’t he?”
The shock on your face answered the question before you could come up with a plausible lie. Sylus chuckled, “That makes the rest of this easier. You’re already aware that humans aren’t the only species here.”
“What?” you reply, dumbfounded.
“I’m a dragon and your doctor dearest is a fallen god. Welcome to the fold.”
Zayne spluttered, “You can’t just go around telling people that!”
“I’m not telling “people;” I’m telling her. I think it’s only fair that she knows what her suitors are.”
“I’m sorry, what?” you interject.
Sylus pointed to himself, “Dragon. Can’t possibly be more unbelievable than a mer-boy.” His finger moved to Zayne, “Ex-capital-G-God. I went riffling through his desires with my Eye. He has some fascinating ones.”
You shake your head, muttering, “You have got to be kidding me. Are any of the men around me normal?!”
Sylus chucked, “Apparently not, Kitten. You seem to be collecting the oddities of the world. And here I thought that was my job.”
You wobble over to a chair before your knees give out. “Zayne, what is he talking about? Lemurians were already suspected, just believed extinct, but a god?”
Zayne leaned forward in his chair, dragging both his hands down his face, “I’d love to say he’s lying, but I don’t lie to you. I may not have always told the whole truth. But I’ve never lied.” Another deep sigh, “I am a god no more. Neither are you, as far as I know. But once upon a time, we were. I may be mortal now, but I have the curse of remembering that which was. And you were my mirror, my counterpart, the light to my dark, hope to my destruction. You taught a god of annihilation to love and protect. I had intended to keep to your shadows in this life because without your memory, how is it remotely fair for me to drop this on you?”
Sylus moves next to you, dropping a hand onto your shoulder, “Reincarnations are real, Kitten. Dragons are functionally immortal. You’ve seen how I heal, but we can take too much damage. Your past self shared half her soul with me. Saved me from an untimely death in that life. We escaped a death tournament together in a recent one. I was shocked when you managed to shoot me when we met. Your instincts had to have been screaming at you to not.”
Zayne’s head flew up, “You did what?”
“I thought he was responsible for Grandma and Caleb’s deaths,” you sigh. “He goaded me until I wasn’t thinking straight.” Another rueful snort, “Not that a shot through his heart actually does anything to him.” Your brain caught up to an earlier statement, “…Sylus, what do you mean my suitors?”
“I would think that’s obvious. I’ve made no secret that I’m pursuing you. That I desire you,” he purred.
The tips of Zayne’s ears went pink, “…He’s not wrong.”
You stare at them.
Sylus smirked, “And your Doctor over there, I believe I mentioned, has some positively delicious fantasies. That would require three.”
Zayne’s face turned fully red as your gaze snapped to his. He sighed, “Oh for fucks sake, yes, ok? Doctor Li, disaster bi, at your service. Apparently this is my punishment for making it into Onychinus’ HQ. All my secrets stripped bare.” He added to himself, “What I wouldn’t give to smite that cocksure jackass right about now.”
Sylus pretended he didn’t hear that and added, “So, Kitten, do we have your agreement?”
“My agreement for what, exactly,” you reply suspiciously.
Zayne sighed. Rose to move before you, then kneeled to bring himself back to eye level, “This.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, light as a feather, and gentle enough for you to reject it.
“And this,” Sylus added, moving behind Zayne, once more wrapping his fingers around the pale throat of the other man, encouraging Zayne’s head up and to an angle that allowed Sylus to kiss him deeply.
You colored, watching Zayne stiffen before relaxing and letting himself enjoy the kiss, a small moan rumbling from his throat.
“You. You’re both serious.”
“I never joke about the things I desire, Kitten.”
“I do want this, but it’s your choice. Always yours.”
You stared at the men you’d been trying to choose between, heart torn in two. Sylus, the one who pushed you, made you question your morals, yes, but always left space for you to say ‘no.’ And respected it on the rare occasion you did. Zayne, the one who’d always protected you. Had gone into medicine to make sure he could keep you safe from your own heart, though he didn’t know you knew.
“I…don’t have to choose?” Devour them. Claim them. Both.
“No, Kitten. Accept us, and we’ll meet you where you’re at.”
“Guide me back out of the shadows. Please.”
A thoughtful look crosses over your face as you ponder the scene before you. The weight in your heart lightens as it hits you, you are free to choose both of them. To keep both of them and now with their permission, a broad smile crosses your face. “Can I see that kiss again?”
Sylus’s eyes soften ever so slightly as he quickly captures Zayne’s lips once more in a deep kiss. Demanding. Passionate. Zayne melted under the onslaught, not used to such intense heat, his icy facade starting to crack. Panting, he gazed into the crimson colour of Sylus’ eyes, taking note of that damn cocky smile the other man was known for.
You watch with utter fascination before moving closer, taking both of their hands with yours, “Kiss me?”
“Of course, Kitten,” Sylus purred; but Zayne reached your lips first.
It was a tender kiss, hesitant before rapidly heating up, lasting not even a heartbeat before Zayne’s large hands swept up, into your hair, pulling you closer. With your heartbeat racing you let out a soft noise into the kiss. Sylus moves behind you, his own hands reaching forward to tilt both faces up towards his.
Sylus captured Zayne’s lips once more, before turning his attention to you. His kiss was hot as flames, fitting for one claiming to be a dragon. All consuming so that you melted into him under the pure intensity. A deep, almost purr like nose rumbled from him, as he sought entry to your mouth, pushing in his tongue in to claim you in a deeper kiss.
You felt Zayne’s eyes on you, then his hands are there, encompassing your waist before shifting up, enjoying every little shiver and moan that came from you. He gently caressed the underside of your breasts with the barest brush of his thumbs, the sensation causing you to twitch and moan into the kiss.
“You always were so sensitive.” Zayne whispered, leaning forward to kiss the nape of your neck as Sylus continued to devour your lips.
Your arousal was growing a fine frisson of fire in your veins, from the passionate and demanding kisses of Sylus to the gentle, teasing touches of Zayne’s hands.
Both men surround you, encapsulating you in their desire–there was no escape. Not that you were planning on it. Pulling back, Sylus gazed down upon you, crimson eyes glinting with admiration. He caressed your cheek before running a thumb along swollen lips with a smirk crossing his lips. “Thats it, Kitten.”
You open your mouth to provide a tart response but are swiftly silenced again by a still more demanding kiss. Zayne’s hands lifted up to capture the soft breasts that haunted his dreams for years. Soft, a bit more than a handful, and he felt the nipples perking under his gentle touch. He startles as it dawns on him you’d rushed to his side without bothering to get fully dressed.
A faint smile crossed his lips as he placed tender kisses upon your neck as you are devoured by Sylus.
Kisses trailed upwards to your ear when he suddenly nipped the sensitive flesh there, loving the startled noise you made. The soft pink flush that bloomed on your cheeks to delicate ears and flowed down your neck was like seeing paint on a blank canvas.
Sylus spun you around to face Zayne, startling both into breathless laughter. “Your turn, Doctor.”
You huff, but are stunned back into silence when the kaleidoscope of emotions spanning the hazel of his eyes met yours. You reach up to cradle Zayne’s face in your hand, and gently sweep a tear from his cheek.
He nuzzled your hand for a moment before visibly reigning himself in, when you and Sylus both shook your heads. “Don’t hide joy from me—us…” you murmur.
Sylus began to undo the buttons of your shirt while you were distracted and softly agreed, “I chase my desires. You would not be here if you were not one of them, Doctor.”
Zayne leaned his forehead against yours, a wry chuckle escaping him, “I’m simply struggling to believe this is real. I’ve dreamed for so long…”
You wrap your arms around Zayne’s neck and pull him into a gentle kiss. Sylus let out a soft huff of annoyance as it hinders his work on your shirt, so he trailed his hands down your waist, finding and undoing your belt. He slowed when he felt you flinch ever so slightly. “Kitten…please tell me this isn’t your first time with anyone, much less two?”
Zayne froze, breaking the kiss. “Darling?”
Your ears turned scarlet, “Uh, yes?”
The men exchanged a wide eyed, ‘oh, shit’ over your head. They needed to be far more careful than either wanted. But…getting to pull you apart for the first time was a gift neither would disregard.
“Tell us if you need a moment or for us to slow down, Darling,” Zayne murmured.
“I’m fine, really! I was just startled,” you protest.
“Even so,” replied Sylus, hands resting on your hips. “There may be things we want to do, but you are the one in control…At least for tonight.”
“Then I say ‘don’t stop,’” you reply, making a point to shimmy out of your skirt, sliding it slowly over your curves before letting it drop to the ground. In a quick movement, you kick it off to the side. Your heart was racing, trying to pound its way out of your chest as you stood there, clad in only your scarlet panties and half buttoned up shirt, you absolutely adored the way their eyes darkened at the sight of you.
“Now that's not fair, Kitten,” Sylus growled low as his hands moved to encompass your hips.
“Removing your clothes is our job.” Zayne whispered as his hands quickly moved to unbutton the last of the barrier between them and your skin.
The shirt was quickly removed and tossed to the side, its fate to lay beside the skirt. Your hands slid across your chest, suddenly feeling shy as your blush creeps down your neck to stain your breasts.
“Don’t hide from us,” came a hushed whisper from Zayne as his gaze locked upon the breasts that haunted his dreams far more often than he cared to admit, even to himself.
From behind, Sylus bent down to press his lips against your blush coloured neck, nipping the sensitive skin there. His hands grazed down your arms to grasp your wrists and dragged them to loop around his neck. “Keep those hands there Kitten. If you let go… well… you won’t like what happens next.”
Swallowing nervously as you were rendered completely on display to Zayne’s intense gaze, you gave a small nod. “I’ll be good.”
Meeting Zayne’s hazel eyes, a sudden feeling of drowning washed over you and you could only watch, feeling as though time itself had stopped, as his lips gently kissed your breast. The sensation of the soft kiss sent a jolt through you and a soft gasp escaped your throat.
That soft, small noise was apparently enough to really stoke the flames within the two men. Zayne shifted to capture the nipple in his mouth. Sylus’s other hand wrapped around to grasp your other breast, fingers gently kneading the soft flesh.
“How does it feel, Kitten?”
“Oh! It… it feels really good!” You gasp out as new sensations rush through your body. “So much better than… ahn~” A soft moan was all you could manage.
“Better than when you touch yourself?” Zayne asks, releasing the nipple before him.
“What?! How do you…!!”
A small smirk crosses Zayne’s lips as his hand reaches up to tweak the perked nipple. “You aren’t exactly quiet.”
Nipping at the soft flesh on your neck, Sylus pinches your other nipple a little harder. “I agree with that. Neither of you are quiet.”
A faint flush crept across Zayne’s cheeks. “I don’t want to know.”
Chuckling deeply, Sylus pulls you tightly against his chest before bending you over against Zayne, allowing you to feel the bulge growing in his dress slacks against your ass. Letting out a small squeak from the loss of balance, your hands fly out to grab onto Zayne’s hips. You flush again as you realize the position has put your face right next to the now distinct bulge in Zayne’s slacks.You can’t help the way your eyes grow wide. Peeking up, you spy an unreadable look upon his face, dark hair not quite covering the intensity in his eyes. A sudden, impatient grind from Sylus pushes you against that bulge causing Zayne to suck in a startled breath, your hand slides from his hip to gently stroke it through his pants.
Bending down, Sylus nibbles on your ear, reaching out to make short work of the belt before them. “Don’t be too shy, Kitten. You’ll make him nervous.”
“Well I don’t know what I’m doing!” you grumble in response.
“Watch and learn, Kitten.” You can’t see it from this position, but you can hear the smirk in Sylus’ tone.
In quick movements Zayne is freed from the confines of his pants and red boxers. “Oh, how cute. You two are wearing matching underwear,” Sylus teased.
Your eyes widen upon seeing his shaft for the first time as it juts upright, tall and proud like a pine tree. Sylus wrapped his hand around the neatly trimmed length, stroking it slowly. Hearing a sharp intake of breath from Zayne, you look up to see his eyes closed and jaw slack in pleasure. An expression you have certainly never seen before. It was intoxicating.
Your hand joins Sylus’, wrapping around Zayne, following the pace set by the white haired man. Slow. Steady. From base to the tip, you follow Sylus’ lead. Zayne loses his fight for composure; needy gasps and moans escape his throat. Glancing up, you drink in the enraptured look on Zayne’s face, it’s truly exquisite.
Sylus took that moment to grind hard against your rear end as he captured the other man's lips once more, deepening the kiss with his tongue. You lightly squeeze the cock before you, feeling it twitch, fascinated at the different response elicited from the change in pressure.
Your hands speed up and Zayne groans loudly into the kiss. As his cock swells and jerks before you, your gaze is completely enthralled. The kiss is broken as Sylus bites the man's neck hard, leaving a mark. Zayne can’t restrain his moans any longer as he gets close to his climax.
“Don’t… stop…” Zayne manages to moan out. “M-M-Mouth!”
Hearing the words, you gaze at the tip, suddenly curious about how it tastes. Pulling him down, your tongue slides across it, his moans getting louder. Opening wide, you take just a little of the head inside. The sudden weight across your tongue was intoxicating, you felt how his temperature had risen and how you are able to make his heart race.
“That’s it, Kitten. Swirl your tongue around the tip and suck.”
Following the orders, you were rewarded with still more moans and small hip thrusts that sent heat pooling between your thighs. “You almost took the whole thing…” Zayne gasped with audible awe. Suddenly Zayne’s hands tangle in your hair as he cries out his pleasure, his semen pouring into your mouth.
“Swallow it,” Sylus commanded. You do, though mostly out of startled reflex. It didn’t have much flavor, just thick with a faint tinge of sweetness. Mildly addicting and your tongue danced across your lower lip to catch the last drops.
Zayne releases your hair, throwing an arm over his eyes, “Fates. Dreams did not do that justice.”
Sylus smirked as he runs a light finger over your panties, “Feels like you enjoyed that, Kitten.”
You huff, the offense mostly pretend, “You and Zayne both keep saying how this is better than you imagined. What makes you so sure I hadn’t?”
The startled look worn by both men almost has you burst out laughing, but you hold it back. Barely. Humour fades into desire as Sylus continues to run his fingers over your wet panties.
“Tell us, Kitten. Just what was on your mind?” Came a low growl next to your ear, sending fire down to your core.
Zayne gazes at you, bringing his face close to yours, a hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your noses kissed ever so slightly, his breathing caressing your lips. “Tell us what got you all hot and bothered.”
You swallowed a little nervously, the blush creeping across your cheeks once more. “I dreamed about you eating me out….” The words were whispered softly, but the impact was profound. In a quick movement, Sylus picked you up princess style and walked out of the room in quick strides. Zayne dashed after them, frantically straightening his pants.
You could tell right away the bedroom Sylus brought you to was his. From the dark hardwood flooring, deep red wallpaper, black curtains and black bedsheets, it was simple, but screamed of true luxury of only high quality materials. When he placed you on the bed, your flushed skin was kissed by cool silk.
Gazing up at Sylus, your eyes darkened as he removed his shirt and tossed it off to the side. His sculpted chest was bare, save for a small hair trail of matching white, drawing your eyes down below his waistband. When he placed his hands on either side of your hips, dipping the bed, your heart rate accelerated at the twin embers of desire in his crimson orbs.
Zayne followed and had the presence of mind to shut the door, joining the two of you to sit on the edge of the bed as he watched, amazed at the feeling of himself already starting to harden again. He couldn’t help but muse that his refractory period was usually substantially longer than a handful of minutes. Apparently it wasn’t just his mind that couldn’t get enough of you, it was his body as well.
Sylus shifted to his knees so he could use his large hands to grip your thighs as he spread them. His gaze locked with yours, making sure you were watching, as he slowly dropped his head to press his lips firmly against the soft skin of your inner thigh, watching your reactions with the intensity of a predator. A sharp nip has you sucking in a sharp breath, eyes tracking as he moves closer to the vibrant red of your panties. As your pupils expand, a smirk crosses his lips, knowing this slow burn was getting to you.
This close, he can all but taste your arousal, the scent thick in the air. His breath tickles the wet spot, his eyes never leaving your face, “What do you want, Kitten?”
Your chest moves a little faster than usual, breaths shallow, heartbeat echoing in the quiet after his words. The colours in your eyes are reduced to mere slivers as desire rips through you at seeing Sylus that close to your core. It pulses with your need, you shiver from the sensation, and your hips arch slightly. “I want you to taste me.”
“Good girl.” Sylus purrs as his tongue comes out to run from the bottom of the wet spot upwards, pressing hard at your clit.
The sudden lick is electric and your thighs try to clench but are held open by his large hands. Your mouth drops open and your head falls backwards. If it felt this amazing through your panties…..
What would it feel like without them?
As if sensing your thoughts, there was a sharp rip and the shred of fabric was sent flying. Only then did Sylus’s gaze drop from seeing your reactions to gaze upon the object of his desire. It was even better than he imagined; a rose of flesh already engorged with desire, ripe for the taking.
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he bent down to enjoy his meal. Slow licks to gather up all your nectar before teasing your nub to gain more before repeating this slow devouring.
Your mind exploded with pleasure at his mouth, you’d never realised just how magical this was. Gods, it was so much better than your toys. Pleasure tingled through your entire body, nipples perking tightly in the cool air of the room as your hips arched and wiggled a bit. A movement you couldn’t control, didn’t really want to control, but you are pinned in place by Sylus’ hard grip on your thighs.
Just as your hands move to reach into his hair, they are pinned above your head by Zayne as gazed down at you, his desire no longer hidden. “Moan for us, dear one. Don’t hold back.” He moves so that your head is between his thighs, arms pinned. He'd shed his clothing before reaching the bed, and he was already fully hard again.
A sudden tremor rushes through you when Slyus nips at your pearl and a low, deep moan echoes around the room. A sound of pure sin and pleasure to the men, getting them riled up and eager. Zayne reached out with a free hand to caress your breasts, pinching the beautiful nipples before him.
Caught between both of them, your pleasure is rapidly building into a crescendo. All you can do is continue moaning before suddenly falling off the edge. As your first climax of the day rips through you, Sylus laps it all up quickly, though he doesn't stop there, as one of his fingers moves up to press gently at your entrance before sliding in.
That sudden entry of a finger causes your eyes to widen and you gaze down at him as it heightens your climax. You find it an odd sensation but with him still lavishing attention on your clit, it just excites you further. Suddenly a second finger is added, stretching you past what you thought possible. He gently scissors them, both letting you get used to the feeling of the stretch, and preparing you to take his girth with minimal discomfort.
You gasp and try to jerk away from the unfamiliar sensation but are pinned by luminous crimson eyes watching you. His fingers curl inwards, hitting a sudden pleasure point in untouched depths. At your reactions, his own pupils widen and shrink, sliding back into the slit pupil of his youth. The way he watches you is intoxicating and another climax rips through you.
It was as if a switch had been flipped with Sylus. Suddenly no longer able to hold off, he stands and all but rips off his own clothing, tossing it around the room like forgotten memories. The bed dips as he crawls back between your thighs, hand around his girthy shaft, he rubs the tip gently against your swollen, needy folds.
You glance up at Zayne briefly, but his gaze is locked on the scene before him. You shift your gaze back to between your thighs as Sylus slowly pushes against your untouched entrance. The tip slides in and he grunts, holding still as he hears your hissed intake of breath. Even though the fire in his blood demands that he complete the thrust, he holds back, waiting until you get used to his size.
Looking up at Sylus, you feel yourself burning from the emotions dancing across his face. You can’t look away as you are slowly opened up. Pausing briefly, Sylus reaches out to tenderly caress your cheek before bending down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss as he thrusts forward, breaking through your innocence.
The sharp burst of pain and your cry are swallowed by his kiss, burned into nothingness as you feel so stretched and full. Pulling back, his white hair draped across your forehead as he stills again, providing you a chance to get used to the new sensations. He wants this to be pleasurable for you, above all. With his eyes locked on yours, his free hand splayed across your lower half, right above where they are connected, he murmurs, “Feel that Kitten? You and I are bound together.”
Once he is certain you are ready, he pulls back and pulls out slowly, before pushing back in.
His thumb finds your pearl and starts to lavish attention on it as he moves. A slow dance that heats up quickly, and not just for the two immediately involved. Zayne is watching, his own desire evident as pre-cum leaks from his tip, rolling down his length. His hands find yours, linking fingers together as he watches his first love being loved by another.
Your fingers clench tight against Zayne’s as you moan again, a crucial anchor, as your eyes lock on Sylus’s face. The way his muscles bunch, his hair jerks across his face, and his eyes are like liquid fire as he keeps his gaze on you. The way he hits a spot deep inside has you clenching tightly against him, which in turn makes Sylus moan, a low, tight noise fighting its way from his throat.
And that sound was intoxicating enough that you wanted to keep causing it.
As your dance speeds up, their moans mix together, bodies heating up as you both rise in crescendo. Standing at the peak, a sudden thrust has you falling downwards, crying out his name as another climax rips through you. This one yet stronger than the last. Your walls clamp hard around him before starting to massage as if begging for something. A grunt from Sylus as he bottoms out inside of you, flooding you with his essence.
He stays buried deep inside, breathing heavily, sweat covering his muscular form.
Zayne lets out a shaky breath, realizing he’d been holding it watching the show before him. You were melted, boneless in his lap with eyes closed and panting from the high.
He strokes your cheek gently, “Darling, are you still with us?”
Your response was an eyelash flutter and a noise that couldn’t decide if it wished to be a groan or a moan.
A low chuckle rumbled from Sylus, “I take it that means you enjoyed yourself, sweetie?”
“Mmmph.”
The men exchanged proud smirks, before Zayne leaned over her to catch Sylus in a kiss, still tasting you on his lips. Though Zayne was hard enough to throb, his mind was satiated enough for him to start planning what he’d like to do to both of you…once you’d a few more moments to recover.
Sylus slips out of you slowly, both hissing at the sensation. He caresses your hip, and Zayne catches your shoulders before you could actually try to rise.
“I’m just getting some damp cloths, Kitten. I’ll be right back.”
As Sylus moved to his washroom, you caught an eyeful of a toned derrière as Zayne slipped back into his doctor mindset. “Are you okay, Darling? You may bleed a bit, but you shouldn’t have any lingering or sharp pain. This is a good time to stop, if you wish.”
After watching the naked man leave the room, your gaze travels the length of Zayne’s chest before turning an unamused glance his way. “You worry too much, Doctor Zayne.” You tilt your head back to level a pointed glance at his still-erect cock. “You clearly aren’t done yet.”
Zayne huffed, a blush brightening his cheeks, “That is irrelevant.”
Sylus swaggered up, having already cleaned himself, and began gently wiping the sticky mess from between your thighs, “It’s not though. If our Kitten wants to go another round, I see no reason to deny her.”
Sylus’ eye glinted as he caught sight of the fantasy Zayne was torn between planning and resisting. “Doc, if you don’t suggest that for yourself, I’ll do it for you~ But you’ll be in the middle.”
You roll your eyes, your exasperation at Sylus not entirely feigned, before locking onto Zayne with a questioning eyebrow.
He stuttered a bit, nervous in spite of the multiple impossible turns the afternoon had already taken. He blew out a slow breath, “…Fine. Sylus, back against the headboard. Darling, will you get on your knees and find a comfortable position to take his cock with your mouth?”
The two of you move immediately, both doing exactly as requested. Sylus’s shaft twitches with anticipation.
Zayne positioned himself behind you, cock resting in the seam of your cheeks. “Suck him off.”
“Got a mouth on you, Do–” Sylus started before losing coherent thought as your lips wrapped around him.
As Sylus’ self-control took a beating, his fingers wove into your hair as he carefully let you set the pace.
Zayne reached around your waist with one hand, teasing near but not quite touching your clit, as his other hand explored your swollen folds and entrance from behind.
A shuddering breath from you was his response with Sylus kicking his head against the headboard in reaction to the vibrations of your throat.
As Zayne continued to tease your clit and entrance with gentle ministrations, he made sure to never fully cross the barrier, wanting to draw everything out of you. Every moan he pulled from you massaged the girthy shaft in her mouth, drawing out a symphony of moans from Sylus. Zayne teased mercilessly until he felt you surrender. You twitched, your hips pushing back and the sweet nectar flowing rapidly. Without warning, two of his fingers plunged into you, teasing the sensitive spot inside before withdrawing and swirling the mixed essences on his hardened pole.
Sylus’ hips jerked up at the erotic sight, causing a grunt of discomfort from you. You were doing your best to relax your throat like Tara had told you, but the sudden movement almost caused you to gag. “Sorry, Kitten. Your doctor just did something both unbelievably filthy and hot and where did you find him?”
“Don’t answer that.” Zayne ordered as he rubbed his tip against your swollen folds, teasing both of you. Bending over you a bit, his free hand pulling your hair back away from your face, wanting to see the sight before him. “Two taps anywhere to slow down, three taps to completely stop,” he murmured before suddenly thrusting in.
The thrust pushed you deeper on the cock before you, again running the risk of you gagging, but Sylus caught you in a firmer grip. Even though you weren’t stretched as much as before, it hit deeper. Zayne bottomed out, hitting depths that Sylus couldn’t and he held himself there, fingers gripping onto your hips hard enough to bruise. The pause was for himself as much as it was you. Blushing virgin, he was not, but it had still been a while and he didn’t want this to end too soon.
”Well Doctor?” Sylus all but purrs. “You won’t break her, I’ll make sure of that.” His voice shifted to a low, gravelly tone that turned into a moan as you bob your head as if to say: I'm still here.
As you made motions to release the captive cock in your mouth, your head was suddenly brought back down so all that could be heard was a “Mmph!?” The vibrations were enough to draw another moan from Sylus before he furrowed his brow at Zayne. “Damn it Doctor. Move already. Thought the plan was to ravish her, or are you shy?” Sylus taunted.
Zayne bristled at the challenge, but as you wiggled a bit under him, the last chain on his restraint was broken.
“Oh? Want this, do you?” He growled as he dragged his length out slowly and gently, before ramming his hips forward, which in turn forced you further onto the girthy cock still captured in your mouth. Sylus missed his timing, and you choked a bit before he murmured, “Breathe through your nose, Sweetie.”
You pull back enough to get a proper breath and glare daggers at Sylus, but he rewards you with a satisfied smirk.
Zayne frowned at your attention being so easily diverted, and reached around your hip to find your clit. A teasing touch at first—which caused a shiver to rush through you, inner walls twitching around his shaft. Then, with a doctor's precision, he began to circle the sensitive nub, drawing a low moan out of you.
Sylus’ hands re-tangled in your hair, “Oh, Kitten.” His head tilted backward, banging into the headboard, showing off his neck. Zayne found himself wishing they were in a position where he could mark that pristine white.
Zayne continued stroking you as your hips danced in time to his patterns. He was both controlled and driving. Not fast but hard, ensuring you could feel every inch of him as he slid out and pushed back in.
Sylus lost the battle first, “Kitten, I–”
Hearing his words, you locked eyes with him and, with a wink that illustrates you know exactly what you are doing to him, you give a particularly strong swallow. A grunt from Sylus has him exploding in your mouth. His essence is particularly thick and strong tasting, a little smokey, a little spicy, in the best kind of way.
Pulling you off of Sylus with a pop and up against his chest, Zayne’s hand massaged your breast. Pinching and tweaking your nipple ever so slightly as a drop of semen falls from your lips, he presses his mouth against the arched neck before him, hazel eyes locked onto crimson ones.
“Watch me undo her.”
With nimble fingers, Zayne sped up his ministrations on your sensitive nub as his thrusts ground deeper within you. He could feel you tightening around his cock and he grunted. Pinching your clit, he felt you shatter on him and it took his entire will power not to explode inside you. He didn’t want this to end. He needed you to become a boneless puddle, and only then would he be done.
As your high comes down, you slump a bit, held up only by Zayne’s arms on your chest and hip. Feeling a gentle nip at your ear, your body quivered at the soft words breathed into it. “Did you think we were done? That was only the first one.”
As he gently withdrew his still rock hard cock from your entrance, a long string of semen could be seen before dripping off. With gentle hands, he placed you in the middle of Sylus’ large bed and moved between your thighs once more. Upon rubbing his tip against your folds, he pushed in slowly, loving the feel of how you stretch to take him, and your noises.
Zayne's lips gently peppered your swollen lips and neck with kisses, adding in a couple of nibbles as well for good measure, making sure to draw more moans out of you, despite your oversensitivity from the orgasms you’ve already had. With your thighs pressed against his hips, one of Zayne’s hands is on the bed beside your head, the other giving gentle ministrations to the lovely orbs on her chest, taking care to pinch the sensitive nipple. You are on cloud 9, though not fully 100% satisfied … yet. Before you settle, Sylus shifts, reaching down to gently caress your cheek before sliding off the bed.
On silent feet, he pulled the bedside drawer open, revealing a couple of toys. A pair of handcuffs, a vibrator, double ended dildo and then, his actual goal, lube. Grabbing the bottle, the bed dips next to Zayne as he rejoins them. Sliding behind Zayne, he pauses to appreciate the view. The way his muscles bunch as he slides his long shaft deep inside, the way his cheeks flex, it's entrancing. Sliding behind Zayne, he leans over the smaller man and Sylus presses his lips against Zayne’s soft neck, making sure to leave a mark, notably where a starched collar will hide it.
“Are you ready for me to join?” Sylus asked, running a hand down Zayne’s hip, and fondling the tight runner's ass.
“If you don’t hurry, I can’t guarantee I’ll last long enough for it to matter,” Zayne admitted, shivering under the caress.
Sylus grunted acknowledgment, and swiftly began preparing the other man. To his mild surprise, Zayne was able to relax and accept two of his fingers swiftly enough it was clear ass-play was not actually foreign to the reserved Doctor. Sylus felt his heartbeat quicken with anticipation; this was going to be fun. Was his—not his, not yet—Doctor more experienced than he’d let on, or it had only been the purview of toys? Either way, Zayne let out a low moan and folded himself over you, increasing Sylus’ access.
You blink a bit as you felt Zayne stop moving, regaining some awareness and chuckling low, “Enjoying what he’s doing, Love?” As soon as the words left your lips, a brilliant shade of crimson flashes across your features like sunrise in the morning, as you weren’t ready to share that term of endearment. Yet.
Zayne groaned low in his throat, resisting the urge to shove his hips back onto Sylus’ fingers. “Yes, and I won’t pretend otherwise.” He studied the bright red of your face and brushed a kiss across your temple. “We’ll put a pin in the ‘love’ conversation for—” he interrupted himself with a strangled moan as Sylus pressed his tip against his rosebud and slowly starts to open him up.
Sylus met your eyes with a smirk, “Distraction is the best pain preventative—Love.” He let the word stretch out in a teasing caress. “And gods but his ass is so tight,” he groans out as his large hands grip onto the narrow hips before him, stretching the rear before him wonderfully.
Sylus shifted his hips forward enough to test if the other two would be able to handle him moving. Hearing no complaints, only soft moans, he set a punishing pace, never letting Zayne fully recover before he was filled again, never giving you a chance to catch your breath as Zayne was thrust into you continuously.
Gazing up into Zayne’s eyes as he is pounded, which in turn drives him into you more, his gaze erotic to the extreme, especially since you could just look behind to see Sylus and his intense gaze fixed on you. Zayne shifted on his arms so that he was keeping himself above you, not wanting to squish you under their combined weight. Your hand moves down between your bodies to rub your fingers tenderly against your clit, causing you to involuntarily clench around Zayne’s shaft.
A grunt and he twitches, gazing at you. Panting. His cold mask completely evaporated like the spring thaw. The pace Sylus was going at was grueling, and all the sounds were erotic driving each of the three to ever higher tension.
Your fingers brush where you and Zayne met and you couldn’t resist giving him a gentle stroke back.
He choked, “Don–Don’t do that.”
You flinch, and he continues, “Too good. Not bad. Just…. Not now,” he hissed.
Sylus smirked into Zayne’s shoulder, “Kitten, if you did what I think you did, that’s a one way ticket to this ending swiftly.”
A devious smile stretched your lips, “So you’re saying I have a hand of control in this…?” Your hand tightens around Zayne, and you give another experimental stroke; his hips buck into you, out of sync with Sylus. The slight discordance causes a shockwave reaction, and you come, hard. The combination of your hand and orgasm triggered Zayne’s own. All of Zayne’s muscles tensing at once drove Sylus over the edge with him.
They stayed that way for a few moments, Sylus on his knees, Zayne hovering over you, until the men started to soften. Heavy panting fills the air as everyone attempts to get their breathing back under control. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and the sweat covering your bodies. Sylus is the first to slide off the bed and stand, gazing at the both of you. “I think a hot bath is in order.”
Zayne stands on shaky legs, his cock and rear covered in fluid. “I second that.”
You, on the other hand, are unable to stand, your entire body limp as a wet noodle, but oh so satisfied. Your head tilts to gaze at them, a small yawn escaping. “I can’t walk,” despite your best efforts, another yawn peeked out around the words.
“You need not walk, Kitten.”
Lifting you gently, Sylus carries you like a precious gift, your head against his chest, his arms a safe haven around you as they head into the bathroom. Another time you may gawk at the luxuriousness of this bathroom, but today was not one of them. Sitting on the edge of the black porcelain jacuzzi tub with you in his lap, Sylus runs the hot water. Steam soon fills the room and another yawn escapes your lips.
Zayne moves through the bathroom, glancing into the cupboard to find bubble bath and Epsom salts, “For the soreness,” he stated in the same tone he used to order you as a patient. The scent of sandalwood filled the air, a wooden warmth that offset the cold tile of the room.
The bath is soon filled and everyone settles into the tub. A chorus of sighs and groans leaving each of you as the heat soaks into sore muscles.
Sylus picks up a washcloth and adds some soap. “Here, Kitten. Let me clean you up.” His hands are gentle as he made sure to wipe away fluids and sweat. The way he gently cleaned you was soothing to the point where your head drooped down and sleep attempted to claim you.
“Did we hurt her?” Zayne murmured to the other man.
“Doesn’t look or feel like it. But I’d be surprised if she’s not sore tomorrow.” Sylus hesitated then added, “What about yourself?”
Zayne chuckled, “I’m fine.” Sylus made a skeptical noise. “Truly. I won’t break from just that.”
A soft snore escapes you as the men continue to chat, so they rush to finish washing. Zayne slips out first to grab three fluffy robes. The first of which is quickly donned by him, as Sylus pulls you out to dry you off. With Zayne’s help, you are gently bundled into another robe and held by him as Sylus pulls on the final robe.
They dropped into Sylus’ bed, pulling you between them under covers that were suspiciously clean. A contented sigh escaped you, echoed with a hum from Zayne and a rumble from Sylus. As you drifted again, you managed to mumble, “You both realize ‘dragon’ and ‘god’ are going to need further explanations, yes?”
“There will be time enough for that later, Kitten. You can barely stay awake as it is. Sleep.”
Zayne sighed, “That…isn’t even the potentially problematic part, to be honest. Sleep first. Life histories later.”