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I need to prove myself.
This was the only thing in Epel’s mind, during his first ever Spelldrive practice. It hadn’t been long since orientation had ended, and everyone had gotten sorted into their respective dorms. First thing Epel had done after settling in had been applying for the Spelldrive club. They were given ample time to choose their clubs, but he knew what he wanted. Plus, he had already been unhappy with being assigned into Pomefiore, and the feud between him and Vil starting from his very first day at Night Raven College was weighing on his mind. What better of an outlet could he find than this club, where he could show his prowess? After the “being prim-and-proper” lessons he didn’t care about in Pomefiore, getting to be rowdy was just what he needed, and he was going to get himself a place on the main lineup no matter what. He wasn’t there to be a benchwarmer.
“YEAH!”
Another score. Epel was on a roll. The time was up, but he was pretty certain he had made it. Yet, he stood there nervously as Leona announced who’d be on the team. At least he was already sweaty from the practice, so no one could tell just how on edge he was.
“…, Epel, …”
He only heard his own name, and no one else’s. He almost yelled out a “YES!” out of pure excitement, but managed to hold it back. He had made it! He was beaming with pride. He practically skipped to the locker room, barely able to contain himself. He wanted to change and go brag about it as soon as possible.
“Hey, it’s Epel, right?”
Epel turned around to face three of his new teammates, one being a third year, the other two being second years; apparent from their necklaces.
“Is something the matter?”
“Dude, you were a beast out there!” one of them spoke up. “We wanted to come talk to the freshman who made it to the team.”
“Yeah! It’s not common for freshmen to be on the main lineup, and you even managed to really impress Captain Leona.”
“You think so???” Epel’s eyes were sparkling. Leona-san, really impressed with him? It was hard to tell what she thought, but those three were ought to know her better than he did, since they were in the club for longer.
“For sure! Give us some tips man, we would really appreciate it!”
And so, Epel started on a huge ramble. He didn’t even stop to question just how odd this behaviour was for a Night Raven College student, especially from seniors towards a junior. All the praise had successfully blinded him, and he didn’t even notice everyone else leaving the locker room one by one.
“Hah. You’re so full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“So gullible, too.”
“Someone’s gotta take the wind out of your sails.”
Their attitude shifted as soon as they were sure they were alone with Epel. Their eyes were filled with the jealousy they’d barely been hiding, that Epel had been too proud of himself to notice.
“Huh?! What are you talking about?! You came to me!”
“Yeah, because you had that shit eating grin on your face, braggin’ about making it to the lineup. You think you’re hot shit, huh?”
They were inching closer to Epel, backing him up against his locker.
“Know your place, freshman.” One of them grabbed Epel by his collar.
Epel was pissed. He had been played like a fiddle, and them escalating the situation just made it worse. Before the raised fist hit his face, Epel kicked the guy right in the groin. As he doubled over in pain, the other two lunged at him. Epel wasn’t one to go down without a fight, far from it. He punched, kicked, and bit; yet despite the unusual power for his size, he had the innate number disadvantage. With nowhere left to run in the closed space, he ended up getting kicked on the floor after getting beaten.
“You know,” one said, in between pants. “We’ll let you go and won’t beat you to a pulp on one condition.”
Epel looked at him from where he was laying; not with expectancy, but with contempt. He was well aware he couldn’t trust anything they said, nor he had any intention to do their bidding.
“We’ll let you go if you strip naked.”
“HUH?!”
Just the sheer audacity threw Epel off. He was expecting to hear anything from doing their homework to cleaning the locker room’s toilets with a toothbrush, but not this.
“ARE YOU MAD?!”
“What?” another one of them. “Didn’t you come here for that, anyways? It’s a locker room. C’mon, start undressing.”
All of them laughed in unison.
“What’s the matter?” the third one said. “Too embarrassed to show your scrawny figure?”
“NOW LISTEN HERE—”
Epel tried to stand back up for a round two, but having already being roughed up, he couldn’t do much. Every time he tried to stand up, he got kicked back down; and every time another article of clothing got removed off of him. First, his coat and googles came off, then all the belts of his uniform got unfastened before his top’s zipper got undone. He tried to kick them as they tugged on his crampons, then his pants; but he couldn’t land a single hit as all three held him down.
As he laid there completely naked after the last thing he had on, his underwear, got stripped off of him; their grins got wider.
“What’s that little thing you’re trying to hide there?”
With that, one of them kicked Epel’s legs apart and his hands away that he was desperately trying to cover himself with. Another wave of laughter erupted, and only thing Epel could do was lay there as they made fun of him. He didn’t have any power left in him to try and get up while he was still held down underneath their shoes. He started to tear up out of pure rage, teeth gritted.
“Aww, are you gonna cry?”
Epel wanted to yell at him so, so badly, but he knew the moment he opened his mouth, he was going to start bawling. He tried to swallow the fist stuck in his throat, with nothing else he could do.
“You’re kinda pretty like this.”
“Isn’t he?”
“Whatever shall we do with him…”
They all looked at each other with smirks plastered on their faces while Epel braced for it to come. One of them picked him up like he weighed nothing, holding him from behind with one arm while putting him in a headlock with the other. Epel tried to bite him while his legs swung violently in the air.
The other two went to get something from one of their lockers. Epel could easily guess what it was when they started unzipping their pants, confirming his fears.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! STOP!”
“Don’t waste your breath. Everyone’s left already. No one can hear your cries,” the one holding him whispered in his ear, sending chills down his spine. Indeed, no one was coming; and Epel had no way of saving himself in this position. It was too late. He was still going to try, though. He continued swinging his legs with all his might, managing to land a few hits before the two grabbed each leg.
After pouring a generous amount of lube on his dick, the third year started grazing his hole as Epel watched in horror. Strangely, it stirred unexpected emotions in him, which Epel tried to ignore. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t into guys in the slightest, no, no. Being a bottom? A submissive? Him? No way. He was just in shock. Nothing more.
“Haha, check this out! You like this, huh?”
Despite his denial, Epel’s body was reacting. His tiny dick was already hard and twitching.
The third one poured a dollop of lube onto his fingers and showed them directly inside Epel, getting a yelp out of him. His fingers curled inside him, stretching him out while hitting directly on his prostate. Epel had never experienced something like this before. It felt good, to his dismay, and he involuntarily started moaning softly. That couldn’t be. This was against everything Epel thought himself to be. To him, there was nothing “manly” about this, and the fact that he was enjoying it killed him inside.
With a big gasp from Epel, the one that had already lubed himself up shoved his dick inside his hole. His small frame quivered as if he was struck by lighting. He was trying to speak, but only things coming out of his mouth were incoherent sounds and moans. The initial hurt was slowly leaving its place to pleasure. It was still uncomfortable, especially because it was his first time and nothing had been inside him before, but the enjoyment was undeniable. Each hit against Epel’s sweet spot made him scream even more, his legs shooting up, toes curling. Him deriving pleasure from this was even worse than it being forced on him to Epel.
“Knew you were a slut. You look like one,” he started thrusting even harder. The other one was using Epel’s knee pit like a fleshlight. He could feel the third one’s erection pressing on from behind him.
Epel’s body was not his own anymore, for each muscle of his had completely betrayed him. His small dick was twitching helplessly, signaling the pleasure Epel desperately tried to conceal—unsuccessfully so. The other one had moved onto his hand, making him give him a handjob, which Epel could do nothing about. If anything, it just turned him on more. He was still in disbelief over all of it. He got even louder before he finally came, not able to hold it in anymore.
“What a whore.”
“Damn, I won’t last much longer…”
With that, the third year that was fucking him shot his entire load inside, making Epel instantly get a hard on again. The cum filling his insides was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and it was undeniable his body was made for exactly that. Every fiber of his being was screaming for it.
It was when Epel felt something plugging him up, that he realised; this was a beastkin. A jackal beastkin. Epel wasn’t sure what kind exactly, but he knew it was some sort of canine from his ears. Those, and his knot inside him.
All that cum sloshing inside drove Epel insane. Even knowing it was still inside turned him on, but feeling it? It was on another level. He was feeling so full. His precum dripped down. If he hadn’t pulled out soon enough, Epel might had come again. The fluid gushed out of him as he whimpered.
Before he had a chance to rest, the one using his hand put his already lubed dick into his hole. It went in a lot easier this time, as Epel was already nice and loose. His attempts at keeping his voice down was futile. Each stroke was only making him want more and more. Epel loved and hated every second of it.
“Look who’s enjoying cock,” the one holding him said. “Do you want one more?”
He unzipped his pants, taking out his erect dick, lubing it up, and trying to put it in.
“S-STOP!” It was the only word Epel could muster as his voice drowned out by his own moans.
“Dude, it won’t fit. I’m already in.”
“Shut it. I’ve been holding him all this time and didn’t even get to have a taste.”
He forced himself in, only managing to get the tip inside. Epel screamed as he tried to go further. Despite his best efforts, he didn’t get to go much deeper inside Epel’s tight and untrained hole. He was still going to move, though. Epel felt like he was going to burst. Two dicks—even if not completely—moving inside him, especially for his first time, was too much.
“This isn’t gonna work,” the one that was inside Epel first said. “Let’s each take one hole.”
“You go to the front. I ain’t getting out.”
One hole for each? The front?
Before Epel could even register what they were planning to do, the one at the back shoved himself fully inside the moment the other pulled out, and released him only to grab him back by the wrists. The other that was inside him just moments ago thrust his dick into his mouth. Within less than a minute, Epel was suspended in air. As both of the guys were much taller than him, his feet were off the ground. After the one at the back let go of his wrists, the only things holding him were the two dicks inside him.
Epel felt like he was going to throw up. He wanted to gag, but with the dick deep inside his throat, that was out of the question. His eyes filled with tears. He could barely breathe. The two violently thrusting in and out was shaking his entire body and making him feel like he was going to fall face first onto the floor at any minute. Despite the distance not being far, due to his vulnerable position, the thought of falling was still scary. No matter how gross it felt, Epel needed them to keep going all the way in to prevent that. He desperately held onto the legs of the one in his mouth, while wrapping his own legs around the one in the back.
“Enjoying it, huh?”
No. No, he wasn’t. No way. His erection was telling another story, though. Although, there was no denying that the position he was in was uncomfortable.
After they were done, they threw him onto the floor like a used rag and came on him. The fluid went into his mouth, nose, and eyes; his entire face and torso covered in it. He coughed. He came almost immediately after, it was too erotic for him to resist. He hated how his discovery of himself was happening through force.
As if that embarrassment wasn’t enough, all three of them took out their phones and started taking pictures of him, laughing. Epel was too tired to try and cover himself up, regardless, he tried his best.
“I’m so sending these to the guys.”
No, no, no!
“Hit ‘em up. They can enjoy this too if they bring stuff to put inside him.”
NO!
With all of his strength, Epel tried to get up. He crawled towards the exit before being grabbed by his hair from behind and thrown backwards, hitting the wall hard.
“Just tie him up,” the third year said, tossing the other two the belts they took off of Epel’s Spelldrive uniform. Before he could collect himself, Epel’s hands were bound, with him having been placed on a bench. He tried his hardest to untie his hands, but he it was simply too tight.
“Let’s see you actually use that cute mouth of yours,” the one who went first said, putting his dick on Epel’s cheek. “Open up.”
Epel tried to refuse, turning away; which was just met with a slap across the face. His mouth was then forced open by holding him from the chin, and the tip of a dick placed on his tongue.
“Lick.” He held Epel’s head by his hair.
Epel knew refusing and resisting would just result in more beating and eventually the dick just being shoved down his throat, which was worse. His spirit broken, he reluctantly stuck out his tongue and gave it a few licks.
“C’mon, don’t be shy. You were moanin’ like a slut on it earlier.”
Fearing another strike, Epel took a few inches in his mouth to give it a gentle suck. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the taste, but it wasn’t that bad, he thought. Definitely better than what happened before.
“Mmm, yeah, just give it a good suck like the good little whore you are. Don’t forget to use your tongue.”
Epel did as he said. He gave it a few sucks, then licked along the shaft to the tip, and repeated. To his dismay—once more—having a dick inside his mouth turned him on, and he started going at it more eagerly; even seemingly forgetting the situation he was in. He was inexperienced, but he quickly got the gist of it as if it was second nature. Studying the guy’s expressions, he focused on the tip, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and softly sucking as if he was kissing. At that point, it wasn’t even for and about the guy, it was for Epel himself.
“Damn, you’re good…”
He pressed Epel’s head on his dick. Epel tried to ignore his presence entirely and focus on the job, trying to get something good—that being his own pleasure—out of the terrible situation. He started rubbing the dick along his cheek and the roof of his mouth, as his own once again stood erect between his legs.
He took out his phone to record Epel as he kept at it, throwing him off his rhythm. It was hard to ignore him with a camera pointed right at his face, after all. He kept pressing Epel’s head down when he slowed down due to the discomfort and embarrassment as he degraded him with a bunch of “whore”’s, “suck it”’s, and more.
Putting his phone away after he was satisfied with the recording, he jammed his entire length down Epel’s throat. Tears filled his eyes immediately as he choked. The torture continued until he came inside his mouth, while he was all the way back inside Epel’s throat. The warm liquid filled his entire mouth, some going right down his throat. He started coughing as cum dripped from his mouth and nostrils.
“You’ll—” Epel’s sentence got cut off with a cough. “—all pay for this.”
“Aww, really?” the third year knelt next to him. “Do you really think you can tell on us? Try and the entire school sees what kinda slut you are.” He swung his phone in front of his face, taunting him.
As Epel was glaring daggers at him, the locker room door swung open, and four guys came in; all Savanaclaw students. One of them had a vibrator in hand in the classic dildo shape.
“C’mon, you brought just that?”
“Give us a break, man. We’re not Dorm Leader Leona.”
“Been thinkin’ about watching her use those ever since I caught a glimpse,” another said.
“The things I’d do for a piece of that…”
Epel braced himself for things to come as they kept making gross comments about Leona. He’d been trying to loosen his restraints to no avail. When all of them circled him, he kept trying even harder, ending up just bruising his wrists further.
“Don’t even try.”
A kick to the stomach.
After kicking Epel, he picked him up by his hair, then his waist; carrying him to the washroom area and placing him on top of the sinks.
“Ah, we brought this too.” One of the newcomers pulled out a marker from his pocket.
“A marker?”
“To write on him!”
“Heh. Gimme that.” The third year snatched the pen from him.
They all gathered around Epel to add their own “marks” on him. Someone drew an arrow pointing to his hole with a “come here” on his thigh, another made a cum counter to update. There were “cumrag”, “cocksleeve”, “fleshlight”, “gloryhole” written just among what Epel could see; and lots of dicks drawn.
When they were satisfied with their work, they put the vibrator to use. It got shoved into Epel at max setting right away, held in place by his own pants’ belt so it wouldn’t fall out. Laughter echoed as almost all of them took out their phones to record him moaning and squirming, some also stroking themselves as they did so. Epel desperately tried to close his legs, both from the overstimulation and embarrassment. His dick twitched in the air, begging for the attention never to come. His mouth stayed agape as his screams filled the room, tears streaming down. It felt amazing, but it was too much. Especially with cameras pointed at his face while cum rained on him. It didn’t take long for him to come, only to get hard immediately after. They all kept coming on him, only arousing him further. Epel didn’t know how many times he came before they finally decided to pull the toy out.
He didn’t even get a moment to catch his breath before someone forced himself in. He could clearly feel the lubricity, yet it was really hard for it to go in; as if it was two instead of one again, and it was seemingly… never ending?
When he forced himself to snap out of it and looked his current assailant’s face, it all made sense.
That was a horse beastman.
Even though—luckily for Epel—he wasn’t as big as an actual horse, he was still huge. Way too huge for Epel’s inexperienced hole. His screams echoed in the room as he tried to mutter “too much”, not really getting much out. The beastman hadn’t even managed to get all the way in, but Epel still felt like his insides were getting pulled out.
His face got grabbed roughly and his open mouth got filled with another dick without any warning. Epel pushed him away with his tied hands as hard as he could before another guy pulled his hands to himself and placed his dick between them. Epel felt another behind his knee, another on his leg, and all others pointed right at him, cumming on his face and body one after the other. His senses stopped working. Pleasure, pain, shame all mixed together in a big overstimulation pile. The orgasms kept coming, making Epel feel gross about himself more with every single one. He could do nothing but sob.
Just when he thought it was over and they’d finally let him go, Epel got turned over his back instead; his tied hands attached to the faucet to keep him in place. As they took turns ramming themselves into him, Epel watched it all happen from the mirror. His eyes were puffy from crying, he was bruised all over from the beating he took, and he had cum all over him. Some of them that knew what they were doing brought him intense waves of pleasure, some tried to hurt him deliberately, some just hurt from how much dick he’d gotten, but also gave some satisfaction. Not like this. He didn’t want to learn this about himself in this way. It was humiliating, and it was never ending. Epel’s throat was sore from all the screaming, and all that was coming out was silent sobs.
After each had their turn maybe twice, maybe thrice—Epel wasn’t sure—, they freed his hands from the faucet. Epel hoped he’d finally be let go, but that wasn’t their plan. Instead, they sat him down inside a urinal—which was easy since they all extended to the floor—and tied his hands to its pipe above.
“Heh. Bring that vibrator.”
Epel’s meek “no”’s fell on deaf ears as the vibrator got shoved inside him, once again at max setting and held in place by his own belt. Epel thought he couldn’t feel more gross until they all pissed on him before leaving him there like that.
The intense vibrations spreading through his entire body, especially right after getting fucked senselessly was way too much, and he could feel his consciousness slipping away momentarily; only to get jolted awake by the toy inside him. He couldn’t count how many times he came. He was shooting blanks at that point. The piss had gotten into his mouth and eyes, burning them, while the taste lingered on his tongue. He kept wailing non stop. It was pure torture.
He didn’t know how long he had been left there when the door swung open.
“EPEL!”
It was Vil. He tried to say her name, but only little sobs came out of his mouth. Vil immediately ran to him and took out the vibrator that had long been dead, making Epel squirm, and untied his hands. With the gentleness of a mother, he covered Epel with his night robe, rubbing his arms to warm him up. Without any hesitation, she scooped him up in her arms and went to the door. That’s when Epel saw the second person standing there.
“You! How could you let something like this happen as the captain?!”
It was the first time Epel saw that expression on Leona’s face, a mix of anger, disappointment, and remorse. Granted, he’d only known her for a short time, but it was still unusual for her, in Epel’s opinion.
Leona ignored Vil and directed his attention towards Epel. She’d always found her annoying and stuck up, but she couldn’t deny that she was right this time. Having a member of his pack hurt under his supervision was what killed him inside.
“I’ll find every single person that had a hand in this and deal with it personally.”
Her tone was way softer and compassionate than anything Epel thought was possible for her. Still, that was all he got before Leona stormed off. Not angry at Epel or Vil, but himself.
“Hmph. No need. I can handle it.”
He was already gone before Vil could finish his sentence.
Vil just scoffed; taking off with Epel in her arms, with him placing his head on her chest. Epel couldn’t help but silently sob, with Vil stroking his hair all the way to Pomefiore.
* * *
Vil carried him all the way to the Pomefiore bathrooms and placed him in one of the tubs after removing her night robe off of him. After a while of fiddling in a corner, she turned on the water, adjusting it to a nice warmth.
“Thank you, Vil-san,” Epel mumbled. “I can clean up myself, though.”
“Nonsense. This isn’t the time to be ashamed,” he poured shampoo in his palm and started rubbing it on Epel’s scalp. “I will take care of it. You better appreciate this.”
Epel just accepted his fate. He didn’t have the power to fight; plus, it felt nice. He was tired and really needed that. Just when he started to relax, though, he jolted as the door to the bathrooms opened.
“It’s Rook. I’ve messaged him to bring you clean clothes.”
Rook came in and crouched next to the tub with the clothes he brought. They were definitely not Epel’s, as he’d never in a million years wear a light pink, frilly nightgown.
“Monsieur Pommette, are you feeling a little better?”
Clearly in that short amount of time between putting Epel in the tub and turning on the water, Vil had filled him in.
“Yes… Thank you, Rook-san.”
“I brought you one of my own pyjamas,” he said. “They’re a little big for you, but I’m sure you’ll look dashing in them.”
Rook was speaking as flowery as always, but his volume was considerably lower, and his voice had a lot of care and compassion in it, as if trying to soothe Epel with words alone.
“May I?”
After getting a nod of approval from Epel, Rook joined Vil in cleaning him up. Both of their touches were so gentle, so soft, that Epel felt like he could fall asleep at any minute. He’d never expected this from his dorm leader, especially. She’d always been harsh and stern, getting on Epel’s case about every single thing, but now? He was so tender as if he were Epel’s own mother. She hadn’t even hesitated picking him up in the state he was in and cleaning him up, showing zero signs of disgust. Rook, on the other hand, had been an enigma for Epel; but he never really considered he could be serious. At that moment, Epel had realised how wrong he was about both of them.
Without even thinking, he pressed his lips onto Vil’s. Vil froze in shock.
“I’M SO SORRY! I DON’T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME, I—” Epel covered his face with his hands. “I’m so sorry, Vil-san…”
The ire he expected never came. Epel peeked through his fingers to see both of them smiling at him softly, with Vil having a teasing look, eyebrows raised.
“My. Didn’t realise you felt this way, Epel,” Vil teased him, while Rook just giggled.
Epel was still so, so embarrassed; but if there was a time, it was now.
“I… actually wanted to kiss you both.”
Rook and Vil shared a look. It was Rook’s turn to give a surprise kiss this time. As if on cue, he went for a quick peck, with Epel happily responding.
“Roi du Poison,” Rook turned to Vil. “Shall we all sleep in the same bed tonight? What do you say?”
Epel expectantly looked at them with his big, beaming eyes.
“Hm, fine.” Vil smirked. “But just for tonight.”
* * *
They were all tucked in Vil’s bed with Epel in between the two. Epel loved the position he was in, but he needed more. He craved more after kissing both of them, and he didn’t know how to even control himself after his big self-discovery.
Vil was sleeping on his back; and to be fair, even though he didn’t react badly to having been kissed, Epel was afraid of his reaction if he were to wake him up. Thus, choosing who to grind against wasn’t hard at all: it was Rook who was sleeping with his back turned to him.
Epel thought he was being sneaky, but Rook almost immediately turned to face him with a giggle.
“Fufu. Epel-kun, you’re really impatient, aren’t you?” he whispered.
“Ah! Rook-san!” Epel closed his mouth with his hands, forgetting to speak as quiet as he should’ve. “Rook-san, I thought you were asleep.”
“Hmm. Such a naughty boy.”
Rook pulled a towel Epel couldn’t see where it came from and placed it underneath him.
“Wouldn’t want Vil to get mad at us for ruining the sheets,” he winked, before leaning over to kiss him. Epel had no experience, and didn’t know what to do with his tongue, but Rook so gracefully lead him. Even a single kiss was enough to get Epel hard.
He pulled up the oversized nightgown to reveal Epel’s already hard dick. Epel was frozen, quite literally too turned on to speak.
After putting a pillow under him, Rook spread Epel’s legs and started to massage his inner thighs, deliberately ignoring his erection. His hands moved to his buttocks, getting quiet little moans out of Epel. His tongue circled around right where his legs connected to his body. He moved onto his outer rim, slowly closing in, only to pull away; driving him crazy.
He made intense eye contact with Epel as his saliva slowly dripped down onto him, trickling down into his crack. Epel’s heart stopped for a moment. Rook was incredibly hot like that. He made a show out of going back down. He started with light licks, transforming into sharp flicks of the tongue, to then into gentle sucks; then all over again from the start. Epel bit his index finger not to scream. He could come just from this alone.
“Ugh. You’re loud,” Vil turned to face them. “So rude of you to interrupt my sleep while you’re in my bed, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I’m sorry, my beautiful Vil.” Rook’s gentle voice was now louder, yet still below his regular speaking volume. “I thought we wouldn’t wake you up.”
“Hmph. What’s done is done. No use dwelling on it.” She was eyeing both of them with a playful smirk. “There’s no way I can go to sleep with you two like that now.”
Before either of them could respond, Vil wrapped his slender fingers around Epel’s dick and started moving his hand up and down. Epel let out the loud moan he was holding in. His dorm leader, The Vil Schoenheit, jerking him off? It was unbelievable.
Rook returned to eating him out while Vil continued. It was as if he was making out with his hole, using his lips and tongue both; his experience clear as day. He pressed on Epel’s perineum as he licked away, making him moan even more. He was trying his hardest not to get too loud, but with both of them working their magic, it was way too hard.
“I—I’m… about to…”
“Hold it.” Vil’s voice was stern, while still keeping up with her movement. “Don’t even think about it until I tell you to.”
Epel squirmed and wailed as Vil ever so slowly angled his dick down onto the towel as much as possible, while Rook still kept on.
“Now you may.”
Trying to hold his scream as much as possible, Epel came; some of it landing on Rook’s face. Smiling, he cleaned it up with his thumb before licking it. Epel flushed even more upon watching him do that.
“Come now.”
Vil pulled Rook towards herself and started kissing him. Watching their tongues dance right in front of him filled Epel with desire. He wanted them. He needed them.
“Uh… Rook-san, Vil-san, I… want you. I want more.”
“Epel-kun, are you sure? Maybe another time—”
“I’m sure! I mean—” he said, eagerly. “I’m ready.”
He got pulled right in the middle of them, being kissed by Vil while Rook kissed his back before they switched. Epel’s head was spinning. This was heaven. If he wasn’t as horny as he was, he could keep this up forever. He threw himself on top of Rook as they were kissing. Rook helped him perch himself on top of him, after applying lots of lube. Epel was ready to ride.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Rook was as gentle as ever.
Epel nodded. Rook was huge. He was determined to take him, though. He could do it.
Slowly, he lowered himself down on Rook’s dick and took him in. His own body weight made Rook slide in faster than he anticipated, and he let out a scream. Rook helped him lower himself and adjust by guiding him from the hips, slow and steady. Epel was feeling full to the brim, but he was successful.
“My queen?”
Vil took Rook’s hand reached out for him, and sat on his face carefully. Rook’s tongue found its target, and Vil immediately started moaning.
Epel leaned forward to kiss Vil as he rode Rook. He was inexperienced, yet eager. It was both amusing and adorable to Rook. He applauded Epel’s effort. Rook’s moans filled Vil’s insides, and she moaned in Epel’s mouth in return. Epel had never experienced such pleasure before. He felt Vil’s fingers on his dick yet again as Rook was pressing on his sweet spots. It was dizzying. Epel hardly stopped kissing Vil until all of them reached orgasm. He wanted it to go on forever, not just one more round, but his body had given up. His weak hips continued grinding until Rook and Vil guided him to lay down and tucked him back in.
There was no need to rush to clean up. Weekend was coming up, and they could sleep in while cuddling.