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‘Still helping Mr. Yang build his patio swing. Asked Naxa to pick you up since he’s around the corner at the dealership right now anyways. Sorry, star! I love you!’

Stelle couldn’t fault her brother for being free labor to the family friend who still looked after them despite moving away, but her day was long and rough. Getting that text was enough to make her left eye twitch and mood plunge into the depths of Hell. All she wanted was to go home.

People were rude for no reason, her coworkers didn’t know what they were doing, and to top it all off, Anaxa was late. Not even by a little bit, but nearly an hour. Forty-five minutes and counting.

As she was about to call Phainon or Mydei to pick her up, she watched a car pull into the empty space in front of her—one that did not look like the piece of junk her brother's friend used to drive. She remembered flaking paint on the weather-worn roof that curled to the doors, a front bumper with a deep hole carved into it, and a crackle in the corner of his windshield that he never got fixed. What worked worked, so she never faulted his old car the way his friends did, but it was, objectively, a piece of trash that always needed work or constantly fell apart. There was always a problem with it. 

The passenger side window rolled down in seconds, and he nodded in a silent instruction to walk around.

“This took longer than I thought it would to get off the lot,” Anaxa grinned after she got close enough, proud of himself for accomplishing it and not at all apologetic for being late. “Pretty?”

Yeah. It was pretty. 

Stelle wasn’t a car girl. Though she and Caelus had one to share, she didn’t know much about them besides the basics of maintaining one. It was the least someone who owned one could do. But the sleek black vehicle was mean looking upon first glance. Built slim but strong with a deep roar when he revved the engine, someone like him looked out of place to be sitting in the driver’s spot.

If Mydei admitted to owning a vehicle like this, she’d believe it in a heartbeat. He looked like the type to like going fast and in style. But Anaxa?

He looked so small inside the seat despite always being so well put together when she saw him. Dressed regularly in expensive clothes and luxurious gold, maybe it wasn’t so far fetched at the end of the day. Maybe she just didn’t know him well enough the way she did her boyfriend.

The older man was just a little bit flamboyant if she thought about it. He liked to show off and sing his own praise to others, and this was sure to steal any show he rode into.

“Do not dawdle. Get in.” 

That manic grin he sometimes wore was always just a little terrifying on his usually composed expression, but she swallowed down the bubble of anxiety to pull the door open and take a seat. It was then she noticed a bright string of rosy lights embedded in the door and above the glove department

“It feels good to have something new. Well… this was pre-owned, but it’s damn near brand new.” He admitted as he switched his hands out. “I’ll tint the back windows myself when I find the time.”

She lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “You can do that? Why not just take it to a shop sometime?”

“Do you know me?” He scoffed, stretching his arm behind the headrest of her seat casually and curling his fingers around the back. “There’s nothing in this world that I, Anaxagoras, cannot learn how to do. Because I’m willing to put in the time to learn, I can do anything I wish.”

Stelle laughed quietly at that and reached for her seatbelt.

His ego struck again… but he did have a point. 

Phainon, Mydei, and Caelus sometimes praised him for how his knowledge of everything in the world was so extensive, but it wasn’t as if someone was gifted it. Hard work and endless studying granted him that power, and it was something she respected about him. If he had one good trait in his body, it was his readiness to seek out any information he wanted to learn.

In fact, she almost admired that about him.

“I believe in you, Anaxagoras.”

It was as she turned her body to buckle herself that he also leaned in over the center console to look behind them. The close proximity gave her a light whiff of the mint gum he was silently chewing, then the sharp scent of fresh eucalyptus and misted pine from his cologne followed. Both cut through the depth of crisp and clean leather, flooding into her lungs when she took a deep breath and held it in her chest. 

She was afraid if a single puff of air escaped then he’d realize such a casual and mundane action like reversing his car made her stomach flutter unnecessarily. Had there been music, maybe she could have hidden it beneath the sound of drums. But there was none. All there was between them was the purr of his engine, the crackle of their weight in his seats, and the muffled chatter of passerbys. 

Cool eyes met hers briefly before she shot her attention lower. His plush lips looked so inviting as they eased down from their wide smirk second by second, and they glistened as if he had just applied chapstick before pulling up to her job. Strands of his long, mint-colored hair seemed to be stuck to the edges the longer she stared at them, and her finger twitched with the need to free them. 

But they stayed tucked into her lap far, far away from his mouth and the mess that’d put them in.

Anaxa then hummed to himself, focusing on reversing out of the space instead.

It was then that she realized he had a screen in front of him to show him without having to turn around, but muscle memory must have gotten the better of him. 

“Caelus said he’s a little more than caught up. He’ll be home after dinner.” He told her, and she turned her head away from him as her heart thumped wildly inside of her chest.

“R-Right…”

Fuck. Could he hear how breathless she was right now? When did Anaxa become someone who could do that so effortlessly to her?

“Do you want to talk about how I can hear your heartbeat right now?” Anaxa chuckled arrogantly as if he had read her thoughts, and she covered her mouth while staring outside her window. “Don’t hide from me. I know a flustered expression when I see one.”

Did he have to be so straight forward and blunt about it too?

“You just… t-took me by surprise,” she mumbled. Guilt pooled inside of her stomach just beneath the rush of butterflies. “I’m not used to people being so close to me.”

“Is that so?” He didn’t seem convinced. “How old are you again? Have you not had a single boyfriend?”

More heat rushed to her cheeks over the accusation. “I-I have a boyfriend now, you know! So you shouldn’t be that cocky with another man’s girl.”

“If another man’s girl wants me, that’s his problem, not mine.” He laughed, short and more than just a little bit amused. 

Oh. 

If Phainon or Mydei heard those words leave his lips, she wondered just what they would say or do. They were twice his size and beyond possessive over her, citing themselves as the first and only people who would ever get to have her in the ways they shared her. It was their mission to ensure she never needed someone else. So far, she hasn’t so much as looked at someone else.

Did that sentiment hold up to their closest friend as well? Or was it a resentment saved for strangers they had no idea what to expect from? 

Stelle was silent. Golden eyes focused on the side mirror to stare back at herself as she mulled the question over: would they be upset over this?

“Does Caelus know you have a boyfriend?”

A gulp followed. “No…”

“Oh? If not the person you tell everything to, does anyone know then?” He mused, keeping his eyes on the road but noticing her shake of the head anyways. “If no one knows, does he truly exist then, Stelle?”

Her hand moved, and she watched as the light ahead flickered red. It was as if the universe wanted them to slow down, stop, and be stuck together for even longer. 

“He exists.” She promised him. “It was recent, but I do have someone.”

More like some people. Not that she could admit such a thing to him. No one was actually supposed to know about their relationship.

“Look at me.”

Despite not fully wanting to, she turned to listen. When the car fully stopped, abiding by the traffic lights, he looked back at her. 

“You’ve caught me in a good mood. Are you hungry?” Anaxa asked, lip curling upwards into a soft smile that he usually didn’t wear. “I’ll buy you a meal since Caelus won’t be back for dinner, meaning there's no point in cooking for one. Decide what you want before I finish counting, or I will for you.”

“H-Huh?” Was all she could muster as a glint sparkled inside of his steely eyes. 

“Five…”

“What do you—”

“Four…” He cut her off, his voice smooth as silk and as rich as wine. It made her heart skip to hear him speak in a way that was more than just agitated grumbles. 

Did he always sound like that?

“A-Anaxagoras, why are you—”

“Three…”

His countdown was doing more than just making her nervous, and he knew that. She could see it in his face that he was aware of every light squirm under his taunting gaze.

Anaxa was enjoying this despite her insisting she had a boyfriend over and over again. Her reactions to the taunting were fueling his inner arrogance and driving him to continue poking, prodding, and experimenting with her boundaries.

She could see the curiosity in his eyes. From what she knew of him, she could guess what it meant.

The very next thing he wanted to learn was how far could he go with her?

“Just… pick me up a burger to-go. That old-fashioned drive in by our house is fine.” She rushed out in hopes he would relent.

“Tsk. Tsk. Allowing another man to buy you food after picking you up isn’t a good look for your boyfriend either. The evidence is nearly irrefutable—this mystery man does not exist.” He reasoned, and she watched as the light flickered for his go-ahead. “Navigate me.”

“Okay.”

“You listen well.” He told her casually.

It sounded a little too much like the praise her boyfriend gave her, like he was trying to say ‘good girl’ without using those exact words. 

His elbow pressed to the center console after, drawing her attention to his arm and the delicate fingers that hung limply in front. Half hidden behind a thin glove with the last two slots cut out, she admired the slender lengths and rounded knuckles poking from his hand. Glossy, black paint covered neatly trimmed nails, and a pale band wrapped around his covered middle finger.

Anaxa’s hand was pretty. 

She could make out the hardened callouses from his years of bass playing. Despite their unimpressive size, they were strong and moved fast. They had to. It was his job.

If Phainon and Mydei’s hands were sexy with the way veins bulged from their knuckles and the size proportionately accompanied their wide wrists and thick forearms, then Anaxa’s was smaller, gentler, and prettier. He was almost a complete opposite of them both figure wise.

For a brief and invasive moment, she wondered what it’d feel like to have him touch her. They were always so rough with her, and their way of things was all she knew, but how would Anaxa handle a girl’s body? 

Vaguely, she remembered they often called him sadistic and he bragged just as frequently about how he didn’t need to be big to take control of a situation. If it wasn’t in a physical way like they were, what other way was there to take control in bed?

“What?” His low and accusing tone shocked her from her daze. “I can feel that you want something from me. Since I’m feeling generous tonight, if you ask properly, perhaps I’ll allow it.”

There was no way. 

She shouldn’t even think about that, let alone consider going for it.

It was already bad that she was secretly seeing Phainon and Mydei behind everyone’s back. The three of them had even put a name to the mess that they had—boyfriends, girlfriends, the whole nine yards.

To have these thoughts of him was… wrong. Even if her partners were so good with sharing amongst each other, surely one of their closest friends would be off limits. 

Scratch that. Anaxa should be off limits regardless.

But… Phainon often teased her about taking all of her brother’s friends, insisting she was just as much of a slut as people accused him of being. He had poked at throwing the older man into the middle of them more than once, at the three of them passing her around to each other like a toy. Mydei sometimes joined in with him too just to hop in the chance of bullying her.

So was it really wrong to think about it? Maybe he was joking, but he shouldn’t have put the idea in her head in the first place, right? 

Anaxa seemed to sense some kind of dilemma, and a puff of amusement left his lips. “Out of Phainon, Mydei, and I… Can you guess which one Caelus would pick to take care of his sister?” He asked, and she snapped her attention up to him and his smug expression. “I’ll give you a hint if your head hurts after a long day, it isn’t the filthy playboy… and it isn’t the temperamental brute.”

Her heart skipped.

Was that something they talked about before then? Did her brother seriously have a conversation about which one of his friends he’d let ask her out if they wanted to? 

Did that mean Anaxa wanted to…?

“He said that?” She whispered, surprised by the statement. “Caelus said he’d let you…—”

“Ah. Ah.” He tutted, cutting her off. “That’s classified information, Stelle. You can either believe me or not—it makes no difference to me.”

“And you really don’t think I have a boyfriend?”

“If you do, why isn’t he here with you?” He shot back. “Why am I here? Where is he? Letting me take care of his girl is awfully foolish of him, especially when she’s looking at me like she wants to kiss me that desperately.”

Stelle rushed to cover her face from the hot blush that was stretching ear to ear, but his hand caught it before she could. Unlike Mydei’s usually rough grasps that encompassed her entire wrist, he held her just enough to silently tell her to stop. The touch was less forceful and more guiding as he nudged it down towards her thigh, cautious not to squeeze, slam, or accidentally hurt.

“Don’t hide. The truth will always come to light.” He promised her, planting her hand palmside down before inching his closer. “If this man exists, I’d like to see him treat you better than I can. If he doesn’t, well, I’ll at least pretend to be surprised.”

“What if he’s… big? What if he can be scary?”

“I’m not afraid of anything.”

Anaxa’s touch slid down her wrist, gliding smoothly thanks to his soft glove. They lined her knuckles, slotted between the spaces of her own fingers, and guided her hand higher up her own leg to make room for his. Then, he stretched his fingers across where her hand had been as she shyly shifted her leg closer to him. Calloused fingertips scratched into the black fabric of her work pants, the others curled deep without a sound, and she exhaled shakily over the weightless yet firm hold. 

His hand felt so light, but his touch was indented into the plush limb. 

“Isn’t someone meant to be navigating me?” He wondered innocently as if he wasn’t currently five fingers deep in the fat of her lower thigh. “Do not get distracted. I don’t like driving around senselessly… especially at night.”

“Yeah… Yeah, right. Sorry. Uh… Just get on the freeway like you’re going home—I-I mean, to my house.” She stammered, looking around while trying to fight the mix of emotions inside her gut.

Nervousness of being so close to the older man, guilt from thinking of what both her brother and boyfriends would say about this, excitement from how gentle yet mocking he was being with her, everything felt so heavy and mingled into one big ball of heat. She wasn’t used to these kinds of light touches and somewhat innocent gestures. 

Mydei and Phainon were pushy, shoving past her anxieties and smothering her enough to forget them completely. Forcing her out of her own head was what they were good at. It was hard to be nervous or second guess the things they did when they were always so quick to act and try to convince her how silly it was to worry senselessly. The back and forth between both men kept things rolling deeper, hotter, and faster until all three of them were a filthy, breathless mess. 

But Anaxa seemed to poke fun at her apprehension. He kept shooting sideways glances at the way she shifted underneath the blistering spotlight and stuttered when she opened her mouth. It was slow and deliberate the way he built up to finally touching her body, eliciting the same kind of reaction her boyfriends got out of her despite not even touching skin. It was like he knew how to get into her head with heavy teasing, light demands, and stern warnings. All of it to make her think about him instead of her so-called ‘nonexistent’ boyfriend.

Was he some kind of secret homewrecker? Did his pride insist that he could have anyone he wanted, taken or not?

Oh, and why wasn’t she stopping him? 

“I won’t stop you if you touch me back,” he spoke up, and she immediately grasped the back of his knuckles to hold his hand where it was.

If it were Mydei, he’d probably have tried to shove his hand inside her panties already to touch her skin to skin. If it were Phainon, he’d be pulling her to the very edge of her seat to tease right through her pants. They’d call her a slut, mock how she enjoyed being touched so freely, and she’d undoubtedly love every second of their attention.

But this was Anaxa. He wasn’t either of them. 

He left his hand there, high enough to make her heart race but not too much that it was suggestive of anything more. The other worked the steering wheel with fluidity and ease, comfortable and confident in his handling of his newest toy… or, toys. He seemed to enjoy playing with her the way he enjoyed playing with his brand new car.

“And if I kiss you at the next red light, will you stop me?”

She noticed the car slowing down, and she looked over to him despite him keeping his attention on the road. The only shift was when he lightly lifted his palm to peek at the illuminated dashboard, but they were right back on the street after.

“Yes? No?”

The light flickered to yellow in front of him.

He was already touching her, wouldn’t a kiss be going too far? Could she explain that to her boyfriends later? 

But his lips looked so soft, so gently pink, and she wondered with her whole chest what it’d be like to feel them against her own. Would it be as hungry as Phainon’s? Would it be as forceful as Mydei’s? What would a kiss unlike theirs feel like when she was so used to them already?

When she finally shook her head in response, he had already pushed the pedal down and sped past the glowering light that just flipped to red.

“Next light, I want you to say it out loud since it took you so long to answer me,” he scolded her, and she gulped.

The next one was just before the freeway, which was just a straight shot forward. She sank back into her seat while watching the red light switch to green from afar, allowing the string of cars ahead to pass.

Anaxa slowed down just a bit since no one was behind him, offering her a little bit more time to muster up the courage. She was grateful for the mercy of free choice yet part of her missed the way her boyfriends would have just taken it from her. 

There was never any room for inhibitions. They never left space for doubt. She often complained about it, but secretly it was nice to be pushed into confidence, to follow them and trust them.

Having to actually think about the shameful things made her wish Anaxa would just take instead of offer.

“Ask.” He instructed, and she felt his fingers squeeze around her leg. “Or I drive, and you’re stuck with this feeling until we hop off at the next exit.”

That sounded like torture. That sounded like hell at its finest. The tension around them was so thick she could cut it, so choking it sat in her lungs like rocks, and there was at least ten minutes of freeway to go before they pulled off.

Ten minutes of wanting to kiss him but being unable to without jeopardizing their lives. Ten excruciatingly long minutes of him teasing her with what she could have if she’d just find the courage and confidence to take it.

“… P-Please…”

His car slowed even more, and as they came in closer to the light, it flicked to yellow. He could have ran it if he wanted, no one would bat an eye. Had this been something like ten minutes ago when she was waiting for him to show up, maybe she had hoped he’d run every yellow light to get her home faster. 

Stelle gulped, dragging her eyes over the emblem on his steering wheel before meeting the older man’s side profile. “Can you please kiss me, Anaxagoras?”

“Hm…”

The brakes kicked in just in time for the light to change to red, and he leaned over at the same time she did, just as eager to give as she was to take. Leather crackled beneath their weight. His hand around her leg pulled her closer to the center console. Her nails curled into his bony knuckles weakly, torn between hiking his touch higher or leaving it there.

“I like the way you give yourself to me,” he whispered, and she pressed their noses together while staring into his blush-colored pupils. “Take the reward for your obedience, Stelle.”

Stelle didn’t need to be told twice.

She filled that centimeter of space between them, stealing it from him even if she knew it was wrong in more ways than one. But his lips were just as soft as they looked when kissing her back just as greedily. They were just as welcoming as they had looked and felt nice moving against her own, finding her own speed and accompanying it, strengthening it, rather than forcing her to accept his own. 

The lack of a thin, metal lip ring jutting into the side of her mouth was off putting. His lack of immediately licking into her mouth to taste her tongue was new.

Instead, Anaxa kissed her as he did most things in his life—swiftly, confidently, and with an underlying support that promised to pick up where someone fell short. It was a new experience completely to be supported in her inexperience than be pushed into working past it, and she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more.

His fingers curled underneath her thigh, holding the plush limb deeper inside of his palm and allowing her weight to settle over his hand. She pushed even closer, nearly at the edge of her seat with her bottom bumping the belt buckle.

Stelle was the one to bite his bottom lip, to take it between her teeth the way Mydei would to her and lick into his mouth like Phainon liked to. But he pulled away just seconds right after, not wanting to go that far, and she lifted her gaze up to his own.

“You haven’t earned that, but if you keep being a good girl for me, I’ll allow you to take it as far as you like.” He promised her, but she was too dazed to respond so quickly. “Compose yourself until then.”

‘As far as you’d like.’

How far did she even want to go?

She nodded slowly, and a horn honked behind them to disrupt the moment they shared together. It reminded her that they were still sitting at a light inside of his car, meaning whoever was stuck behind them couldn’t do anything but watch them through his rear window.

Not that Anaxa cared as he took his time leaning back into his seat and easing the vehicle forward, choosing to piss the people off behind him purposefully. Like testing someone’s patience and doing as he pleased were the only things he was put on the world to do. 

Weirdly enough, rather than upset her as it usually did, she only giggled over the mocking look he gave his rearview mirror. 

Maybe he wasn’t so bad sometimes. 

—

As they sat in his car waiting for them to make her order, music hummed softly between them both. It wasn’t the energetic rock music that Mydei liked or the catchy punk tunes Phainon enjoyed. This was something a bit softer than that, something more melodic than screaming words into a microphone. Piano heavy with gentle lyrics layered over it, she could actually hear what was being said easily.

“What are you majoring in?” He asked her to fill the silence, and she hummed. “College. You’re going to the community one downtown, are you not? Then from there, you plan to transfer to a university?” 

No one had ever asked her that before. Not since one of her better ex-boyfriends wondered if she’d like to join him in going to a strict and rigid religious school. They just… accepted she was a student and moved on. If it came up, then it came up. That was all. 

Anaxa actually cared about the specifics of her life?

“Y-Yeah,” she answered, looking back at him. That was when she noticed he was already looking at her. “English. I… don’t know what I’ll do with it from here, but I love literature. I actually have a shelf as big as half my wall full of books! A lot might be seen as modern romance slop, but… there’s some classics sprinkled in there too. I really enjoy fantasy, or things not quite modern day. Reading is an escape, so I prefer not to read about cellphones, college stress, and all of that.”

Anaxa nodded in understanding. “You’re awfully busy then. Is that why you’re usually in and out of the house except on weekends?”

“Ah… sometimes,” she smiled sheepishly, happy that he seemed interested in talking about her. “I go to school, go to work on the evenings I’m scheduled, and I typically get my weekends off. School has always come easily to me, so I’m not too stressed over it.”

“Unlike your brother,” he brought up snarkily. “I tried to convince Caelus to at least take online courses like Phainon, but he refused. Likewise, Mydei dropped out in solidarity. I moved on from that old college years ago but still take online university courses. This band is important to me, but if it falls through, I’d like to have a backup plan… Those two seem convinced nothing will stop us from becoming international.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? You manage to fit it in with all the band stuff? What do you study?”

It seemed no one asked him much about that either. He looked a little surprised to hear how interested she was in his education.

Anaxa’s lip tilted, tugging in the direction of a proud grin. “I major in philosophy. I minor in religious studies.” He stated confidently.

“Oh… That’s new.” She’s only met one person who cared enough about religion to go and study it, and she hadn’t seen him since being fresh out of high school.

That wasn’t what she expected to hear from someone like him. Maybe part of her assumed he went to school for music since he was so good at it. Maybe science as it was more popular and a safer beat to make career-wise. Maybe even English like her because of how articulate he was every day.

“I’m not particularly religious, but I want to understand the unseen. How can someone have so much faith in something intangible?” He asked her as if she'd have an answer for something like that. “What is it that makes people put ideology on a pedestal but not something as absolute as numbers and science? It’s fascinating the impact these Gods have in the world.”

“That’s definitely a heavy topic to consider. What an interesting kind of thing to devote yourself to… and it’s so outside the typical engineering, law, and medical.” She praised him absentmindedly. “I didn’t know you were interested in things like that, Anaxagoras.”

He shifted closer towards her carefully. Without a seatbelt on to restrict him, he was able to lean in deeper. The hand on her thigh offered a firm but gentle squeeze, and she looked down at as his thumb gently swiped back and forth. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He reasoned, and she lifted her attention back to his lips. “If you asked, I’d be willing to share. But…”

Another finger lifted her chin, dragging her attention higher. Golden eyes meet cool, spring colored irises, and she liked the way his dark lashes framed them so delicately despite his sharp tongue and attitude. Everything about her brother’s eldest friend’s features were delicate and, dare she say, beautiful.

Anaxa was somehow both handsome and beautiful at the same time.

She squirmed, unable to stop herself from feeling shy underneath his calm and analytical gaze. It was as if he was adept at picking people apart with ease, and what was once a person was now pieces to put together in his image.

“I don’t feel like talking suddenly,” he murmured.

Silently, she agreed that there were no more words she had to share.

“Can you kiss me again, Anaxagoras?” A soft and hopeful voice asked, locked into his steady gaze.

His finger traveled over her jaw and towards her hair, lightly caressing the soft skin. “Well read, kind hearted, and so cutely shy…” The older man said more to himself than to her while tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

Her stomach churned slightly. “I’m not… pretty?”

At that, his eyes rolled.

“Of course you’re pretty, but that’s a given.” He dismissed her concern. “A girl should be more than just pretty. A guy should be more than just handsome.”

Stelle nodded in agreement.

“Your mystery boyfriend, is he only good looking?”

“He…” 

They… Phainon and Mydei…

“He makes me laugh too.” She protested quietly, and he hummed as if to encourage her to continue.

They made her laugh when they weren't being needlessly vulgar. Like when they were all dancing together in her living room or teasing each other with harmless, back and forth jokes. 

“He’s attentive. He doesn’t let me feel alone for long, and he makes an effort to always be around. Even if it’s a secret, he texts me often.” She promised him.

They were always watching her, looking out to make sure there was always space for her between them both. Their messages popped up on her phone so often that she couldn’t show her brother anything without muting them first, unless she wanted to show him selfies they sent or flirty lines asking what she was doing.

“A-And he looks after me! Even if he teases me and makes me mad, he’s usually so fast to physically care for me.” Stelle added.

Mydei was always fixing her appearance after sex, taking that burden off of her shoulders so she could just exist after. Phainon was always quick to kiss her, praise her, and remind her that they only meant to tease her and poke fun at her. They thought she was cute when angry, jealous, or pouty, but were always quick to tell her their jokes were just that—jokes.

“Yet you still look like you want to kiss me senseless.” Anaxa reminded her, and she nodded softly. She did want it. “There’s realistically no reason for you to lie to me about those things, but I’ll choose to believe such for the sake of simplicity.”

“You’re not one to delude yourself.”

He leaned closer, mouth ghosting over her own. “Show me him. Prove to me you’re not the delusional one.” He challenged her.

A breath fell over his lips as she sighed, “I… can’t do that…”

Anaxa didn’t need anymore convincing, or talking for that matter, and she didn’t either. The second his lips touched hers with a firm push, she returned it with just as much force.

Stelle’s body shifted in the leather seat slowly. Knee bent to rest her leg fully on the seat, one palm in between her thighs to brace her leaning figure, and the other arm curling around his neck to pull him closer, she knew just how bad it looked. In someone else's eyes, it looked like more than just a kiss. As if they weren’t currently parked inside of an almost empty and dimly lit, old drive-in restaurant, she looked ready to jump over the shift and sit on his lap. Maybe if they weren’t, she would have.

Their lips clicked softly while pulling apart, and she watched him as he tilted his head further. Minty strands fell over his eyes and face thanks to gravity.

Shaky fingers reeled brushed them back, tucking them away so she could better see his face while stealing another kiss from him. This time, when her tongue traced over his bottom lip, he parted his lips for her. 

Eyelids fluttered shut, her jaw dropped to accommodate the hot, open mouthed kiss.

Anaxa didn’t shove his tongue into her mouth and taste every inch of it the way her boyfriends did, but he did brush against her own. Strong fingers cupped the back of her head to keep her steady. Her own tucked into his loosened locks, holding his bangs back.

Gingerly, her other hand held the one on her thigh, inching it just a little bit higher. Not much, but enough. Enough to make her body burn deeper with desire. Enough to make his hold slip as his pinky finger stretched closer between her legs. It didn’t touch the zipper, but it came close enough that if she bucked her hips, they’d connect.

Whether it was the tension built up between them or the fact he was so, so close already, she didn’t know, but thinking rationally was beginning to prove more difficult as his tongue slipped around her own.

All Stelle knew was that her bottom slipped over the seat carefully. Her hand pulled him just a little bit higher.

And Anaxa let her.

His touch curved to the inside of her thigh, squeezing tight enough to flutter her stomach with anticipation. Even through her work pants, she could feel the shape of his fingerprints into skin as he pinched the fat. 

A moan broke their kiss, and he smirked over her lips. “You’re breathing so heavily, Stelle. What’s the matter?” He asked, repositioning his hand to better grip her head. 

“Y-Your hand…” She stammered, holding the back of his knuckles while trying to roll her hips closer to his palm. “Please. Touch me.”

“Look at you,” he told her darkly. “You’re so easy to rile up… so quick to hump my hand like a desperate little girl. Don’t you care that we’re in public right now? Anyone can peek into a window and look at the way you’re forcing my hand between your legs.”

“Anaxagoras, please.” Stelle repeated, dropping her hand to instead hold his ponytail by the thick cuff. “Just a little bit… A touch… A squeeze… Something.”

His hand didn’t move even if she tried to guide it.

“Do you need it so bad that you’ve lost all self respect for yourself?” He lowered his voice, and she whimpered quietly. “Open your eyes. Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered open, and he looked down at her while tilting her head back.

“Are you all worked up over a kiss?” He mocked her, feigning concern with a slightly raised pitch. “Huh? Is this little girl looking to be fingered in public? Does she want to know firsthand what these hands of mine can do for her?”

Anaxa leaned in again, but she didn’t even try to back away. If anything, the hand on his ponytail only pulled him closer. 

“Yes, please.” She answered as his hand slid lower down her leg. “A-Anax—”

A knock sounded at his window, and her leg immediately lifted. That hold she had on his hair left, instead opting to cover her mouth to try and muffle her heavy breaths.

“Imagine if I was two fingers deep inside of you. How humiliating would that have been?” He scoffed, not looking the least bit embarrassed while her face was blazing hot. “It seems to me that you need someone to look out for you, to think and choose what’s best for you, or else you’ll get yourself in a tricky situation. How troublesome to be so pathetic.” 

Shivers tickled down her spine. One hand held her bare arm carefully, attempting to rub away the goosebumps his cruel voice talking down to her brought about.

“Aren’t you lucky…?” His seat crinkled. His arms stretched. “Here. If you’re cold, learn to wear warmer clothes.”

A fresh wave of butterflies hit over the heat of his coat draping over her arms. Rich with his cologne, she admired the dark wool and pulled it closer to her body.

“Compose yourself. I’m rolling my window down.”

“I can’t.” She swallowed, and he sighed. “It’s… hard to.”

“Then deal with the consequences of your actions,” he stated firmly. “Be silent. I can hear the arousal in your voice, and this young lady does not need to.” 

Her lips sealed, and she turned her head slightly to watch the older man as he quickly and easily found it within himself to converse with the carhop. With a strong voice, steady hands, and maintained eye contact, it was as if he didn’t just kiss her breathless and call her such crude names.

Stelle was hardly even hungry anymore, too busy and distracted by the ache between her hips and the fact his turtleneck was sleeveless to care. She just wanted to go home, to get him alone, and see just how far either of them could take it.

Phainon and Mydei would understand, right?

—

As he pulled up to her home, they looked at each other briefly, then the vehicle inside of her driveway after.

The navy blue sports car wasn’t hers. He knew that well. She would never care to ride around in something as eye-catching as that, and Caelus would never leave that kind of car anywhere but inside the garage.  

“Did Phainon or Mydei say they were coming over tonight?” He asked, and she shook her head as a weight filled her stomach.

Just the thought of confronting them made her sober up from the drunken heat of arousal that had plagued her since her first kiss with Anaxa. 

He parked by the sidewalk, immediately grabbing the food and drink he bought as she picked her purse up off the floor. Wordlessly, he carried it for her to the front door, and she jogged to keep him from waiting as he locked his car. The horn that actually worked made him smile, and he clicked the button again just to hear it once more.

“Still feels good,” he sighed happily. She couldn’t help but smile over his own joy. “But do those guys usually stop by as they please? Phainon, Mydei, or both at once?”

Her hands pulled the sleeve of her borrowed jacket higher so she could better see where to slot her key. “Sometimes.” She confessed, huffing before finally getting it to fit.

She pushed the front door open, and he allowed her to walk in first with an expectant nod.

“I will text Caelus that I got you home just fine…” He told her while locking it behind him. “Sit and eat, then go change.”

“You want to see me in your clothes longer… and tease me more.” She accused, and he dropped his eyes to the cropped jacket she was wearing.

The sleeves were tighter than Mydei and Phainon’s usually were, as Anaxa was several sizes smaller than them, but still loose enough around her. For him, it hiked a bit higher up his waist, but it stopped just above the waistband on her own body. Thick wool kept her warm from the chill of his air conditioner, and it carried his bright and refreshing cologne deep within its fibers.

“Believe what you will,” he picked at the collar and straightened it out as they faced each other. “Where are dumb and dumber? Backyard in the studio?”

A wave of nerves washed over her as she looked to the sliding door, finding that it was still locked judging by the blinking light above. “Uh… somewhere in the house. Caelus’ room maybe?” She tried to guess. “Could’ve fallen asleep waiting for him.”

They were more likely to be in her room than his, but the last thing Anaxa needed to know was what both men would be doing in her bed.

“Perhaps.”

They took a seat by the coffee table, and he plopped his hand right back against her thigh before pulling her closer to him. Leg to leg, he seemed content in just holding her as his other hand busied itself in opening his text messages. 

Without his jacket, she eyed his slender, porcelain arm with nothing but curiosity of how strong it could be. 

“You don’t show your body often," she pointed out, and he hummed in agreement while awaiting her to make a point. “Are you comfortable enough around me?”

“If we both decide to take this any further, you’ll see all of me regardless. I’m not insecure.” He said confidently. “I know I’m not strong, but I also know most of my dominant charm is not in my physical appearance. Correct?”

Anaxa shifted his attention from the text he had just shot off to her brother as if to search for a possible silent response, but she was still too busy looking at his arms and shoulders to reply. 

Though not particularly muscular, she knew he wasn’t exactly weak. His body was always naturally slim from the years she had known him—arms, legs, waist, hands, and just about everything else. But something told her that if he wanted to, he had just enough power inside himself to reinforce his bold tongue and confident attitude. Like how he had gripped her thigh hard enough to ache and fought her desperate pulling to deny her.

He looked weak, but almost everyone looked frail when standing beside men like Mydei and Phainon all the time.

Which… speaking of… 

From the hallway, she watched a hand grasp the edge of the wall, and she widened her eyes when a head of snowy hair and ocean eyes peeked at them both curiously. One thick eyebrow lifted, and the man leaned his weight on his arm as the opposite rested over his hip. Bare chested and blue jeans dangerously low on his hips to reveal the ivory trail beneath his navel, he stood there silently. Watching. Waiting.

“A-Anaxagoras…”

Another hand curled over Phainon’s shoulder, and she shrunk back when a tattooed arm came from behind him.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.” He said firmly, and an amused look crossed over her second boyfriend’s previously annoyed expression. 

“Yes. I-I um… Sorry. What did you…?”

“What in the world are you looking at?” Anaxa demanded, then turned his head to where she was staring. “Oh. You’re both here… and very much awake. What are you doing spying on us?”

Their eyes darted to the hand around her thigh, the one that didn’t seem too concerned about moving despite their presence. Then, they looked at the jacket hanging off of her shoulders, the one just a little bit too big to be her own.

“Well well… what’s goin’ on here?” Mydei asked, and Anaxa briefly glanced back at her as she lifted the collar of his coat to her face.

Oh how she wished to disappear.

“Stelle and I were simply talking, weren’t we?” He answered casually, turning to face them once again. “Where is your decency? Do you both casually hang around their house half naked like a couple of show-offs?”

Phainon chuckled at that. “Shouldn’t you, Anaxa? Wouldn’t it be more comfortable for what you planned to do?” 

“With your hand on her thigh like that, I know you both came back here to fuck. Are we interrupting that?” The blond tagged on, feigning guilt with a pout. It soon twisted into a pointed look focused on his best friend, however. “Nailing Caelus’ baby sister to cross it off a bucket list, or are you here to confess your undying love for her like some kind of television show drama?”

Anaxa chuckled, releasing her body before holding his hands up. “Things simply fell into place this way, and who am I to deny myself the mutual pleasure of indulgence?”

“Almost three for three, princess,” Phainon tsk’ed, and she froze when a pair of steely eyes shifted back to her again. “You say you feel bad about going behind your dearest brother’s back, but here you are with Anaxa’s hands all over you. Talk about a filthy little slut.”

“Oh?” 

“I-I can explain—”

“It appears I was actually wrong for once,” the older man said thoughtfully, cutting her off. “You do have a boyfriend… or, pardon me. Shall I say, two boyfriends? Because why else would they be here together without him otherwise?”

She felt as if she would pass out as all three men stared at her with similar looks of amusement, disbelief, and hunger. Wolfish and prideful, not one of them seemed to be upset at the sudden turn of events, more so finding entertainment that they were stuck in this situation to begin with. Her boyfriends especially looked a little too delighted to know their best friend was this close to her, given their possessive streak.

This wasn’t the outcome she expected when bringing him home. Kissing Anaxa was one thing. It happened multiple times, and she enjoyed each one more than the last, but meeting her boyfriends here while beside their best friend was a complete surprise.

“Awh,” Anaxa mocked, using his gloved hand to lift her jaw from its dropped state. “You purposely withheld this from me, Stelle. Why’s that? Is it pride? Is it greed? What sin possessed you to kiss me so hungrily at each stop we made? To beg for me to touch your body?”

“Lust,” Mydei answered for her, but earned a raised finger in return. “Tch… You are not in—”

“I asked Stelle. Is your name Stelle?” He mouthed off, and amber eyes rolled over his display of dominance. “Silence. I don’t wish to hear a boy answer for this girl. Now, answer me.”

A shaky breath left her lips as she looked between them all, settling last on Anaxa as he tilted her gaze back to him completely. “I-I… I just… You looked so handsome… and you were being so nice.”

“There’s more to that.” He protested, narrowing his stern gaze. “Thinking may be a bit difficult with how desperate for sex you are, so listen carefully. Be the good girl you’ve been all night, put that pretty head to work, and be honest to us all.”

“I wanted t-to know what it’s like,” she mumbled shyly, but that answer didn’t seem to appease him or her boyfriends. “Anaxagoras, you’re… different. You’re so full of yourself that… you don’t just take what you want because you know you can. You wait for it to come to you because you know it will.”

He grinned, proud of both himself and her.

“You’ve b-been teasing me all night with your words. Being so mocking but guiding, telling me you’ll let m-me do as I please so long as I continue to listen, you’ve barely even touched me… But I want your body on me.” She confessed. “How do you do that?”

“Because dominance is not only about brute strength,” he reminded her. “I don’t need to throw you on your knees to make you kneel for me.”

“Anaxa,” Phainon spoke up, having left the hallway to approach them both. “Don’t think we’re just muscle over here. There’s a reason she’s ours.”

“Sit and watch,” Anaxa said loudly to them both. “I do love a performance, especially when I’m one of the stars in it.”

She gulped, and his fingers slipped from her chin.

“Anaxagoras, what… are you thinking about?” Stelle wondered carefully as he pulled the rings free from his tattooed hand. “What do you mean by ‘performance’?”

“I’ve taken such good care of your girl,” he brushed her off before throwing a look to his friends. “Picked her up from work. Bought her dinner and dessert. Warmed her up. Made her wet. I don’t need to shove my hand down there to know the mess that’s awaiting me. I’ve stayed respectful enough even if she begged me senselessly for more.”

Mydei scoffed. “Neither of them asked us to get her, or we would have been there hours ago. She got off almost two hours ago.” 

Stelle couldn’t help the twitch of her lip while looking at them both.

They remembered her schedule today? Did that mean they were waiting here to catch her when she got off so they could all hang out while her brother was gone?

Maybe they would have had sex anyways, Anaxa here or not, but then there’d still be time to watch movies, read books, and cuddle with them. 

“And what would you have demanded in return for all that I’ve done? Dangerous road head? Sex in the back seat? Would you have finger fucked her in the passenger seat while waiting for a poor, underpaid carhop to find you?” He listed, and she looked at them as Phainon tilted his head guiltily, aware that they would have done at least one of those things.

Not that she would have minded beyond the first initial shock and insecurity. She never really did.

When he saw his expression, Anaxa rolled his eyes. “I see now why patience makes her so aroused and being listened to is so surprising to her. You two just take as you please from her body, don’t you? There’s no time to warm her up, to make her want it before knowing she can have it. Allow me to teach you what a little patience can do for you.”

“This is not a tutoring—”

“Mr. Anaxa, sir,” Phainon cut their boyfriend off, and a chuckle left the older man’s lips. “It’s been awhile. The last lesson you sat down to give me was how to play guitar… Now it’s how to please my girlfriend.”

“Nonsense. You learn something new every day from me.” He argued, setting his rings down on the table beside her forgotten food. “I am always teaching you boys. Whether you listen or not is your own problem.”

She didn’t know what was going on, but the other two men went and dragged a pair of chairs from her dining room table. They pulled them out, setting them across from them before plopping down hard enough to make the dark wood creak. Mydei slumped back into it, legs spread and arms crossed over his chest. Phainon folded his arms behind his head as one leg bounced rhythmically.

“Call me ‘Anaxa’ again tonight, and perhaps I’ll actually try to take your girl.” He mouthed off, and Phainon laughed like that was funny to him. “Find something amusing?”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle our girl the way she wants to be,” he stated like it was a fact, like he could search for it online and it’d be backed by scientific evidence. “Just because she has a taste for something else, doesn’t mean this isn’t what she needs. De and I know our girl.”

“Do you?” 

“You have more arrogance in your pinky than all three of us combined,” Mydei snickered. “Try not to piss me off, and I’ll play nice until you do… Trust us when we say, we know our little whore will come crawling back once she realizes you’re just not man enough for her, An-ax-ag-or-as, sir.”

What was with them and calling him ‘sir’?

“‘Not man enough’.” He parroted bitterly, and she watched as he leaned back into the couch. “What do you have to say about that, Stelle? Would you say I have a problem with handling you?”

She looked over at him, taking in his calm expression and the arms stretched across the back of the couch. One leg was crossed casually over the other, hiding the obvious tent behind his dark jeans. Steady breaths filled his chest, proving him not too excited to lose himself and not too enraged by the back to back mockery.

All night he had been composed. He played with her strings and moved on to play with her boyfriends too, tying them up to their seats without the use of any real restraints to hold them back. All of it was with just sharpened words and reputation alone.

“Well?”

She shook her head silently, and he hummed.

“You have a mouth for a reason. If you wish to keep it, use it.” He instructed, and she reeled herself back in surprise. “If you’re confused, ask.”

“‘K-Keep it’?” She repeated. “What does that mean?”

“Open.”

Her lips stayed sealed, and his eyebrow raised as he reached to also take his glove off. 

“Don’t be shy in front of your boyfriends, little girl. You were biting my lip and humping into my hand so freely earlier.” He scolded her, cupping her jaw with bare fingers. “Does a crowd make you nervous, or are you only that confident with me?”

A grumble left Mydei’s lips at that, and she glanced at them as her wobbling lips slowly parted.

“There you go. Was that so difficult?” Anaxa chastized, and she dropped her jaw lower as two slim fingers pressed to her tongue. “If you don’t feel like talking, then I can find another use for your mouth. Speaking is a luxury bestowed upon you, after all, not a right.”

A hum left her lips as she closed them around him. They slowly slid deeper at that, inching towards her throat.

“Have they fucked the gag reflex out of you yet? How long has this… scandal been going on?” He wondered out loud. “Speak, Stelle.”

“Mm…?”

His fingers were almost three knuckles deep in her mouth. How was she meant to—

“I don’t like to repeat myself.” He warned her, listening as she choked over the intrusion.

The garbled, ‘no,’ that left her lips made his eyes glitter with cruel excitement. 

“Couple of months,” Phainon answered after, and she nodded. “This started when Caelus went to help you with your hunk of trash after the tire blew. You both left us alone, and she had on the sluttiest white t-shirt that showed off those pretty, pink nipples. I’d say I wish you could’ve seen her, but I don’t usually share what’s mine with anyone who isn’t Mydei.”

His ending growl made her body tight. 

“Oh, so you cornered this poor, underdressed, and unsuspecting girl and forced her to sleep with you because no one was around to stop you?” Anaxa spun the words right back around on him, and tears brimmed her eyes as his fingertips curled deeper. “How pathetic of you both to take advantage of a girl while she’s all alone. Are you sure she wanted it?”

What was that supposed to mean?

“‘course she fuckin’ wanted it. She loved it,” Mydei grunted while playing with his lip ring. “Don’t act like she’s a victim or we’re a couple of criminals. You should have seen the way she looked, blushing up a storm as she checked us both out and cumming so freely on Phainon’s fingers.”

The memory made a fresh blush hit her face. After all, she did stare at them so obviously when they told her to look at them. And as much as they took her by surprise, those skilled fingers did make her cum quickly and powerfully without even brushing her clit.

She wanted it. Maybe she cried, complained, and raised a million excuses and questions out of guilt, but she wanted them too.

“Oh, I know. How do you think Stelle was looking at me all night?” He shot back.

Stelle closed her eyes as her shaking hand held his wrist, and she pulled weakly in an attempt to make him take them out.

“Once I tint the windows on my new ride, if you ask me nicely, I’ll let you be the first girl to defile it with the car sex you so badly craved.” He offered crudely as she choked. “No no… You’re going to take it. Ditzy, sex-driven girls like yourself need someone calm to take care of them and give them what they need. Your wants are luxuries I grant you, do you understand?”

“Y-Yes,” she tried to speak around his fingers, but it was nothing but muffled slop.

Mydei sighed at that. “What a pathetic display. She’s making us look bad by choking over your little fingers, Anaxagoras. You best believe that we taught her how to take it better than that.” 

“All this attention must be making her nervous.” Phainon sighed. “I don’t see why though. It’s not like we’re all thinking about bending her over and creaming that dirty cunt, right?”

“Don’t be stupid,” their boyfriend mused. “Of course we are. Look at her. She was made to be passed around like a shameless sex toy.”

Shame burned inside of her stomach as they talked about her but hardly to her. Throwing around such degrading names and bragging over the attention she gave them made her skin feel too hot and too tight over her body. Heat licked over her puffy cheeks, her aching chest, and inside her rushing blood to boil it within every vein. 

She guessed the names they called her were more true than ever. Being sat here with Anaxa’s middle fingers three knuckles deep in her throat as her boyfriends watched was something only a shameless and dirty person would allow to happen.

Not one, not even two, but three of her brother’s best friends, his closest friends who were practically family to him, and she had tongue-kissed them all. She was going to fuck them all while he was gone, and he’d never know about it.

The first tear that rolled down her cheek made Anaxa reel his hand back, and the second caused Phainon to press a hand to the front of his jeans.

“Anaxagoras, sir,” he huffed, readjusting himself and throwing that title around again. “Making her cry is easy. You’re not proving your point.”

“Patience is a virtue.” He retorted, watching as she gasped and coughed lightly. “You’re too focused on yourself. You don’t yet understand the value of foreplay as much as you do just sticking it in. Stelle, tell me, what do they do before they decide to fuck you?”

His fingers pulled back slowly and completely. Spit strung her lips to his fingertips, heavy and translucent between them.

“Th… They uh… use their hands.” She rasped out, but the look on his face proved he wanted more of an answer. Before he could say it, however, she continued. “One o-of them usually shoves their fingers inside of me. They talk o-or give me a kiss before, though. Once they both… um… went down on me.”

“Is that all?” Anaxa seemed almost ashamed of her boyfriends’ actions himself. 

Mydei cleared his throat as if to try and remind her of something, and she could feel him staring at her despite not even looking at him.

“Oh, a-at the party where I was with you and Hysilens all night,” she brought up, and he nodded. “Mydei had me uh… h-hump his thigh. He had these puffy rips on them that felt nice.”

“Better.” He decided. “Did you orgasm from that?”

Her head shook. “They tell me I’m not a-allowed to cum too early. I get too sensitive afterwards.”

“That’s the entire point if you aren’t into being edged.” He told her, sounding annoyed by the thought. “It seems you need a real man to handle you. You’ll finish as many times as I allow you to tonight. Nothing either of them say will stop that, understood? You listen to me, not them.” 

Her heart skipped.

“What if it’s too much? They like to push me, and I… like being pushed. Telling them ‘no’ to something doesn’t really… work.” She tried to explain to him, unsure if he’d understand because sometimes even she didn’t understand it. “I say it but don’t really mean it… sometimes.”

His eyebrow lifted. “Use a safe word.”

Silence followed after his simple statement. He said it so casually, so matter-of-factly, like it was as obvious as the sky was blue. 

“Like… ‘red’?” She asked unsurely, recalling when Phainon coined it for their ‘stop’ button.

It was clear he sensed the cloud of her confusion in the quiet response.

She watched as Anaxa’s jaw tightened slightly, defining the bone even more than it usually was. He raised his tattooed fist to his head before stretching his fingers across to rub either temple. Tight circles were drawn over them as he shut his eyes, shielding them all from his disappointed and frustrated gaze. Deep breaths and equally as heavy exhales inflated and deflated his steadily moving chest.

“You need new damn boyfriends.”

“Go to hell,” Mydei snapped in response, not liking that joke one bit. Not that it was said like a joke, but it was one… right? “So what if we don't play by the damn book all the time? We don’t need rules. We’re safe doing what we do, and that’s all that matters. No one’s hurt, and we end up taking care of her after too!”

“I kind of… slapped them a bunch when it got to be too much, and they stopped.” She tried to make the situation better. “They just… jerked themselves off after that. I never needed to say ‘red’, but it was there. It’s… new. I’ve never said that before.”

“It gets so damn tiring fixing your childish mistakes.” Anaxa sighed, not satisfied with just that one word. “Stelle, say ‘green’ if you’re okay, ‘yellow’ if you’re overwhelmed, and ‘red’ if you want to stop completely. Can you remember that?”

“Ah… yeah,” she nodded, and his lip curled downwards into a frown. “I mean… Yes, sir…?”

“Better.”

Right. She could remember that. Traffic lights to her feelings. Call Anaxa ‘sir’. Give her boyfriends a kiss after this was all said and done to help soothe the shame their friend was laying on them. Those were manageable.

“Have you got that, Phainon? Mydei? Have you finally learned what a proper safe word is if you won’t accept ‘no’ as an answer?”

“Anaxa, if this is going to turn into a real lecture, I’m going to lose my boner. I thought I was going to watch my uptight best friend finally let loose and get laid for once.” Phainon grumbled. “It’s fine. We’ll remember that, but De’s right. We’ve been safe, and we’ve stayed consensual.”

Stelle agreed quietly, reaching to place a hand over the older man’s thigh while leaning in. “I like when they help me get over my nerves by just… doing it. I’m so indecisive. I’m so guilty all the time with what we do and what I want. When they take it from me, it means I don’t have to worry if it’s wrong to give it up.”

“Don’t you realize there’s also talking about it?” He retorted, and she sealed her lips shut.

Of course she knew that, but it was so much easier to just take action than it was to debate. Phainon treated most things as a light joke, and Mydei didn’t like to talk about things that could simply be solved with his hands. It just made sense for the three of them to go, go, and go.

“I like it,” she repeated, standing up for the two still watching them and still playing by Anaxa’s rules by not moving. “And… I like how patient you’ve been with us all night, Anaxagoras. I-I mean, sir. Sorry, that’s… new too.”

He lifted one eyelid, peeking at her through the veil of his fluffy, overgrown fringe. “Flattery won’t save you.”

“‘Flattery’? No. I really feel that way.” She reassured him, and he dropped his hand. “You’re right, you know. You always are. Maybe… I’m a little bit behind on stuff like this because I’ve never really done these things before them. Maybe I jump the gun a-and I want before I can even think of the repercussions. But you’re just looking out for all of us like you always do, right, sir? You don’t mean to embarrass anyone, just take care of us.”

A shaky breath fell from his lips, and she smiled while leaning closer into his body. Soft fingers lightly dipped into the leather band wrapped tight around his leg, pulling him just a little bit closer towards her.

“If you’re embarrassed, you’re aware that what you’ve been doing is either wrong or ignorant.” He argued, then shot her two boyfriends a look. “The latter is more fitting knowing you brutes.”

“Sir,” she called out to him in hopes he would focus on her instead, and he hummed in acknowledgment. “Can you please touch me?”

“Where? Be more specific,” he demanded. “For instance, I can touch you… here.”

His fingers brushed her jaw, following the soft curve down the bone and towards the rounded point of her chin.

“Or here?”

They dragged lower to her neck, trailing against her heated skin and along the artery to feel her heartbeat as it raced.

“Maybe… here.” 

He pushed the jacket open slightly, easing it partially off her shoulder to reveal more of the simple polo from her work uniform. 

Stelle whined quietly. “Please touch i-inside.” 

“Inside of your throat?” He mused, purposely getting it wrong just to frustrate her. “Would you like my fingers inside of your mouth again? Ask properly.”

“Not there are you know it,” she cried, feeling as his hand paused in their journey to push her coat off the other shoulder. “I want… Anaxagoras, sir, I want you inside of me… inside of m-my… you know…”

“Hm… your ass?” He asked, and she grabbed his hand tightly before shoving it between her legs in one swift motion.

“Here! Please touch me here, sir.”

He was silent, looking down at the way she gripped him carelessly and forced his palm to cup over her clothed middle. It was her touch that made him squeeze, bending his hand to her will for a little extra friction.

One eyebrow lifted. “Did I allow you to place my hand there?”

Her hold only tightened. “N… No, sir… But—”

He reeled his hand back, forcing it free as he sneered at her. “No. The answer stops there. I did not allow you to do this. Are you so broken by sex that you cannot fathom concepts as basic as asking?”

Stelle’s bottom lip wobbled, shame burning inside of her. “Please, sir. Please touch my pussy.”

“That’s not asking. That’s a pathetic attempt at begging.”

Frustration boiled inside of her veins as she looked at him, bringing tears to her eyes. 

This was so difficult. Her boyfriends were never this hard to deal with or please, always choosing to come on to her. How was she supposed to make Anaxa want her too? 

“Please, Anaxagoras.” She begged him as her body slowly reached to touch the ground. The carpet brushed her clothed knee, then it touched both as she kneeled to the floor. “Please, sir, can you please touch m-my pussy? I-I’m sorry if I upset you. I just… I’ve wanted you all night…”

“Mm…” Excitement sparked inside of his eyes as he pushed his lower half closer towards the edge of the couch. “Stand up. Undress for us.”

“God, yes. Do that.” Mydei groaned in agreement, and through her peripheral vision, she could see him palming himself. “Undress, princess. Show us that sexy body.”

“Now.” Phainon added. “All of it, take it off.”

“I-In here?” She asked them all, and Anaxa glanced to the front door. “What if… Isn’t it safer to do this in my room? There’s more walls a-and doors to hide.”

“Did I say go to your room and undress?” Anaxa asked. 

“No, but—”

“Silence.” He cut her off. “Undress. That’s all I asked. Talking is unnecessary, and every minute you dawdle is one minute closer to your brother coming home. Wouldn’t want him to see you, now would we?”

A shaky breath left her lips, and he reached to cup her cheek. “Tell me your color.”

“Green, sir.”

“Then what the hell are you waiting for?”

Stelle gulped, then slowly stood up before looking around at all three men around her. They watched intently, taking their eyes along her figure once she shrugged Anaxa’s coat off completely. The wool was folded on to the couch beside him, kept neat despite her impatience.

She kicked her shoes off, undid the three buttons to her polo shirt, and dragged the zipper down her pants all while they watched her. Each was one after the other, quick to obey because the last thing she wanted was her brother to find them all out here with her as bare as the day she was born. 

While standing in her bra and panties, silently glad they somewhat matched, her eyes shifted to where Phainon had to hold a hand to his mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyeing her body. The bites embedded into her collarbones and the tops of her breasts were his doing, and he grinned proudly at the sight of them. “Take those off too.”

“Sit,” Anaxa said instead. Her body turned to him. “On my lap. Grind on me.”

“Ignoring me?” Phainon asked, and she covered her face as Mydei seemed amused by her confusion. “C’mon, baby girl. Let us see those pretty tits.”

“Pull those panties up your ass,” he added just to rile her up more, tilting his head to try and look behind her. “Show our friend how it looks when you shake it like a slut.”

Who was she supposed to listen to again? Anaxa, Mydei, or Phainon?

Then, a pair of hands grasped her waist and pulled her back. They curled over the bare skin, and she gasped when the rough denim of his jeans met her clothed pussy.

“Face me.”

She turned, then looked over her shoulder as his fingers travelled lower towards the waistband of her panties. He hiked them higher, exposing her ass to the men behind her.

“Grind on me.” He lowered his voice, and she nodded as his tented jeans pressed right against her. “You like that, don’t you? You’ll cum for me like this, and as a reward, we will take this to your room. The faster you finish—”

“—the faster I—”

Immediately, his hand lifted and met the left cheek with a sharp and sudden smack.

“Cut me off once more, and I’ll put one on your pretty face.” He threatened, and she gulped as his opposite hand pinched her cheeks. “You wouldn’t like that, would you?”

A soft click of his fingers to her cheek followed, and she shook her head. “No, sir.”

“If you hit her face then I’ll do the same to you, Anaxagoras. My arm is much stronger than yours.” Mydei warned his best friend. “Spank her if you'd like, but if you touch her face with the intent of hitting it, this is over.”

“Let’s not end the fun before it begins.” Phainon agreed. “We won't watch that.” 

“Protective boyfriends you have there,” he teased, and she nodded quickly as his hand then lowered. “Very well. Put on a show for them. Roll your hips on me… That’s it.”

Stelle moved the way she had remembered Mydei asked her to. Hips tilted and rocking back and forth, she used his bulge as a place to press over her damp panties. Each brush to her clit made her voice tremble.

“A-Anaxagoras…” She breathed out, and he tilted his head back while watching her grind against him. “Will you fuck me after this, sir?”

“Work your hips. Earn this cock.” He demanded, making her look over her shoulder. “They’re watching us, but they haven’t taken their eyes off of you once.”

Another spank connected to her ass. With it, all five fingers curled deep into the fat for a squeeze.

“So, what?” He spoke up louder, staring at her body despite his tone proving he wasn’t speaking to her. “You two just decided to date the same girl? Couldn’t find your own?”

“Oh, we don’t have problems finding girls,” Phainon bragged. “We like Stelle. That’s all there is to it.”

He laughed, pulling her body closer and forcing a moan from her lips. “Body, right?” He poked at them. “She’s clumsy, but it’s sexy how hard she tries. Inexperience turns you on?”

There they went again, talking about her rather than to her.

“Stelle turns us on.” Mydei corrected him casually, and her eyes shut as she listened to them both praise her and degrade her. “Sexy little thing’s so eager to do better and learn. She responds so well to everything.”

“Is she a dog?” 

“Well, why don’t you bark for us, princess? Are you our dog?” Mydei tried his luck, and she grit her teeth over his audacity.

“G-Go… ah… s-screw yourself,” she bit back.

He laughed over the attitude, and Anaxa’s hand stretched around her throat before rubbing gingerly over the sensitive place. His thumb traced the artery off to the side. Fingers pressed into the opposite side for a gentle pinch just to feel her heartbeat.

“S-Sir…” She gasped, gripping his wrist as her eyes opened to look at him. “What… are you doing?”

His voice lowered, quieting just for them both. “If I squeeze, will you stop me, Stelle?”

The grip on her ass never ceased to guide her hips, still forcing her to grind over him as she tried to contemplate whether or not being choked was something she wanted.

Eye to eye, he eased his hand away upon her hesitation, only for her to guide it back and hold him steadily.

“Y… You’ll be careful?”

“Am I known to be reckless with anyone but myself?” He had a point there. “Tell me your color.”

“Is… yellow okay?”

His lip curled into a soft smile. “That’s fine. You’re doing good. I’ll squeeze lightly right here, and you’ll tap my hand when it's too much for you.” He offered, and she nodded. 

He pinched, and she whimpered over the hold. 

“Is this okay?” 

Stelle held him tighter, feeling the warmth pooling in her face from the lack of blood to her head. “Yes, sir.” She answered, drumming her fingers on his wrist when it tightened more.

“Cum for me like this.” He instructed her, and she felt him guide her closer to his body. “I know you can, and you won’t stop until you do, understand? Nod if you understand me.”

A nod followed, and she felt his hips buck beneath her weakly.

“I’m over this fuckin’ cuck chair.” Mydei huffed, and she watched Anaxa tilt his head into the couch cushions before looking at the other two. His eyes followed movement behind her until they looked right over her head. “I won’t stop you, but I need to touch my girl or I’ll lose it.”

“You’ve already lost it.” Anaxa retorted, and she felt two pairs of hands grasp the back of her bra. “Do not tear it. Simply take it off, brute.”

“I was.”

He was not. The push he gave to unclasp all three hooks was simply because his best friend clocked that he was about to rip them right off.

“Leaving me out… so mean.” Phainon huffed. “Mm… look at you, baby. Fist around your neck and handprints all over your ass. What a gorgeous look on you.”

Stelle felt them all around her, and a knot bundled up within her stomach as not two, not four, but six hands touched her skin. Mydei’s ringed fingers had pulled her bra off to grope her chest freely from behind. Phainon’s were holding her hips to better move them. Anaxa kept his fists around her neck and over her ass, gripping tight in either to remind her that he was the center of her attention. No matter who kissed her shoulders or back, her eyes were meant to focus on him and him alone.

She watched him, held him, and moaned for him even as two fingers pinched over her nipples and pulled.

“You’ve got such a beautiful look in your eyes right now,” he breathed out, staring into them. “So subservient. So vulnerable. Are you scared, Stelle? Do you have any worries right now?”

“No, sir.” She swallowed, feeling her heart pound harder. “I trust you.”

“Do you trust me, or do you want to trust me?” He asked specifically, dropping his attention to the pussy rubbing up and down the front of his jeans. “Pleasure, pain, and everything in between… is it all mine tonight, Stelle? Will you be a good girl and bend to my will with no questions asked?”

“Means if he asks you to bark, you bark.” Mydei whispered into her ear, and she stiffened at the line. “Means none of your rambled second guesses and nervousness. All of it is his. Humility be damned. Not even we can save you… unless it crosses our boundary.”

“He’s not allowed to hit your pretty face, as we said.” Phainon promised her. “He’s also not allowed to take any pictures of your body because it’s ours. We won’t let him hurt you or push you anymore than we would.”

She felt two pairs of lips kiss beneath her ears.

“You’re our slut, but indulge in Anaxagoras all you’d like. This kind of play is his sick-fucking fetish. It’s not just rough sex like it is with us, it’s power exchange.” One of them said, encouraging her to agree.

“Anaxa will take care of you.” The other swore. “He’s sadistic, but you can see that he cares about this being mutually beneficial. He will please you if you please him.”

“Sing my praise,” Anaxa sighed happily, and her stomach tightened as his hips shifted to bump over her sensitive pussy. “Yes. Tell your sweet girlfriend all the ways in which I’ll ruin her if she allows me to. I love watching pretty little things squirm underneath me.”

“I-I’m… I’m close,” she swallowed, and his fist loosened around her throat. “Please, Anaxagoras. Can I cum?”

He chuckled. “Asking for permission without being told to? Someone’s getting it. Who’s in charge here, doll? Who pulls your strings and makes you dance? Who plugs you in and makes you sing?”

Mydei grinned against her skin as her hips buckled.

Stelle panted, eyes blurry and head just a little hazy from the pleasure. “You’re in charge, Anaxagoras. Y-You make all the decisions for me.” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Yes, sir.”

He gripped her throat again and pulled her in closer. “You have until I reach ‘one’ to cum.” He threatened. “If you don’t cum in time, I’ll spank your cunt wide open facing the door until you do… or we hear your brother pull in. Whatever comes first.”

“Wh… H-Hu—”

Would it even be possible to cum from something like that anyway?

“Ten.”

To help her, Phainon kissed over her shoulders the way she loved and Mydei rolled her nipples between his fingers. They didn’t speak right away, but just knowing they were trying meant Anaxa meant it.

“Nine.”

“Wait. W-Wait, I can’t—!”

Anaxa bounced his hips again. “Eight. Come on, doll. Stop thinking and start listening.”

“Feel it right here,” Phainon told her while holding her lower stomach. “Nice and tight. Rub your cute cunt over him, flex right here, and try your best, princess. Come on.”

“Seven.”

“Unless you want to get punished,” Mydei mocked her while groping her breasts harder. “You always were a little pain slut. You can cum from me spanking your ass, so surely you’ll cum from him smacking you on the clit a few times."  

“I never said it’d be on the clit. That’s too easy.” Anaxa scoffed. “You’ll have to finish before I bruise those soft lips down there.”

“Ouch.” Both of her boyfriends hissed. 

“Six.”

Stelle tightened her gut and grinded harder over his bulge, angling her hips to better stimulate her clit.

“Look at me. You want to be a good girl, don’t you?” Anaxa asked, and she nodded quickly as the lightheaded feeling of being choked floated back over her head. “Yeah? You want me to give a use to that desperate cunt I’ve ignored all night, right? Show me you deserve it, Stelle. Show me how badly you need to be used by me. Five.”

His firm hand smacked to her ass again and again, forcing her to cry out. Each coercive spank made her empty walls flutter and voice crack.

“P-Please,” she begged, unsure what exactly she wanted from it. Maybe to orgasm and escape his cruel punishment. Maybe to keep slapping her ass until the cheeks were stained with his hand print. Maybe for him to keep talking and pushing her closer and closer. All she knew was it felt right.

“Four.”

“How good would it feel to have him slip inside that tight pussy?” Phainon asked her, and a fresh wave of heat washed over her body. “I bet you’re so wet that he could just push it right in and pound that sweet hole until you gush. That’s it. Think about it. Think of how good it’ll feel to have Anaxa’s cock stretch your open.”

“Three.”

Mydei hummed in agreement. “You’ve wanted it all night, yeah? Like a damn whore. Two men at home for you yet you wanted a third one too because you’re fucking greedy, Stelle. Greedy girl with greedy little holes that need each… one… of your brother’s friends in them. But do you even deserve cock if you won’t cum?”

“Two.”

“I-I’m gonna cu-um,” she hiccuped while clawing at the back of tattooed knuckles. “I’m gonna… A-Anaxagoras… Sir, I…—!”

“That’s it,” he coo’ed, watching her intently and proudly. “Tremble on my lap as you give yourself to me completely. You cut it pretty close, but I applaud you for listening so well. Weren’t you just made to take an order?”

Stelle could hardly listen to his backhanded praise, too busy hearing herself as she sobbed from the pleasure. Thighs shook over his lap, cramped and tight since Phainon was still forcing them to move. Nails carved deep into his fist for purchase, unable to tap because each wave of pleasure only clenched her hand tighter. Aches blossomed within her chest from Mydei pinching hard on the stiffened buds of her nipples.

Her orgasm left her body feeling heavy in their arms, and she stared half-lidded and blurry eyed at the older man in front of her. Head hung and limbs limp, she sat there twitching from the pressure of his tent against her throbbing cunt. 

“Good girl.” Anaxa praised her, releasing her throat and the cheek of her ass to instead cup her face. “Are you a good girl, Stelle?”

She nodded, but upon seeing his tilted frown, she parted her lips. “Yes, sir. I’m… I’m a good girl. Whatever you ask… I’ll do m-my best.”

“There you go.”

Both thumbs swiped across her cheeks, and she nuzzled into his gentle touch.

“Go put your ‘cuck’ chairs away,” Anaxa commanded both of her boyfriends, glancing between them both. “Bring her clothes, shoes, and phone to her bedroom.”

“I’m not a servant.” Mydei snapped. 

“You treat me the same way,” Phainon snickered. “Come on, De. Let’s clean up the evidence before it’s our turn to have fun.”

The blond groaned, but backed away anyway before smacking his hand to the back of his chair. “Ugh… This blows. My dick’s hard as a rock, but I’m putting chairs away instead of having my girlfriend sit on it. Fuck me.”

Anaxa didn’t seem to care as he stared at her, searching over her expression with a calculated gaze. “Can you stand?” He asked, and she shrugged weakly. “Come. Let’s get you to your room.”

Slowly, carefully, Stelle slid off of his lap, and he took her hand before guiding her towards her own bedroom. Every step felt as if her knees would buckle, but she braved through them. His grasp in her hand helped, as did the hand planted on the small of her back to keep her moving.

Once inside, he pushed her to sit on the bed before looking around.

“Bathroom?” He asked, pointing to a door, and she nodded. “Sit. Direct me. Where are your towels at? Which one is alright to get dirty?”

“They’re folded on a shelf—”

A moment later, she heard him say, “found them.”

He came back into her room with an ivory towel in his hands, then laid it over the bed beside her. Her blankets were batted away. The pillows were tossed to a corner.

While standing in front of her, he grasped her arms and slid his hold down to the wrists. “This is what I plan to do. Are you listening?” He checked in, and she nodded. 

“I’m listening,” she reassured him, and he lifted her hands to the front of his soaked jeans. “O-Oh… Did I…?”

“All you.”

Damn. She was so wet that it went through her panties and over his jeans that much?

“I’m not going to ask. I’m going to fuck you,” he stated. She lightly squeezed around his stiff bulge, imagining what he’d look like behind the denim. “I’m going to make you cum from my hands, and you’ll use yours on Phainon and Mydei. Are you on anything? A pill, an implant, anything? Because I don’t carry condoms around with me. Truthfully, I’m not one to sleep around so recklessly… but you seem to be an exception.”

She was his exception? Of all the people he meets and has gotten close to, she was enough to make him act out?

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you care if I finish inside of you?” He asked. “Or would you prefer that to be between the three of you?”

“Please breed me too, sir.”

“I’m not into the whole ‘bred like a bitch’ thing.” He denounced, threading his fingers through her hair before pushing the ashy locks away from her face. “I do, however, like not having to wear a condom or pull out. It isn’t often that I get to, so I’ll enjoy filling you up greatly.”

Anaxa lifted her gaze away from his jeans and towards his darkened, hungry eyes. “Unbuckle my belt. Do not look away from me.” He ordered, and she worked the buckle open blindly.

Luckily, his standard buckle was easy to maneuver without breaking away from his eye contact.

“Do you want to undress me?” He asked with a lowered voice as one hand lifted his top higher up his body. “Do you want to look at me?”

“Please, sir. Can I please look at you?” She begged him, bottom lip wobbling. “You’re so handsome…” 

“Look.”

The belt slipped from her fingers to the floor, and she dragged her attention to his soft stomach as it was revealed inch by inch. Plush, milky skin was smooth in a way her boyfriends weren’t—shaved clean completely, dipped in around the middle, with gentle ridges of muscle from his slender build. On either edge of his hips, the downwards curve of his v-line poked from his fallen jeans. 

“C-Can I please touch you?” She asked, distracted by the sight of his figure. “Please. A-Anaxagoras… you’re so…—”

“Touch.” He purred, cutting her off.

Her hands immediately met either half of where his waist was thinnest. They dragged higher, scrunching his top around his collarbones.

“Different from Phainon and Mydei,” she murmured to herself, feeling up on his body as he stepped closer between her legs.

His chest was flat with the faintest pudge of muscle, enough to dimple between beneath and above. Her thumbs followed, tracing into the divot of his body before lifting towards his angular collar. They lined them slowly, meeting the points of his shoulders before pinching his shirt.

“Marvel at me, why don’t you?” He mocked her, and she leaned forward to plant a kiss over his chest. “Mm… kiss me more, Stelle.”

She kissed the base of his throat, and he moaned softly from the brush of her lips. 

It was as she pulled his top off that a knock sounded at the door, and while he turned his head, she was working the button of his jeans.

“Took the liberty of texting brother-dearest,” Mydei spoke up. “Told him to pick a bunch of shit up for the princess to keep him off our asses for a little longer. Your phone’s right here by ours, sexy.”

“Mhm…”

“Oh, Anaxa, your stomach’s gotten more defined. Have you been working out more or following that diet Mydei gave you?” Phainon beamed happily as her hands tugged his pants down his thighs. “Look. You’ve got a little bit of muscle here now!”

His hand pushed between them to touch, and she watched Anaxa’s face as he stared down at the fingers holding him.

“He’s just so thin it shows through. Everyone has muscle there if they’re skinny enough.” Their boyfriend snickered. 

“Look, don’t touch.” He hissed at them, kicking his pants away after they fell down his hips. “And take your clothes off if you wish to be in here. How unfair of you to keep your modesty when you both were the firsts to show up to this ordeal underdressed.”

“Sure you won’t be disappointed in yourself if we do?” Mydei taunted him. “Try not to get jealous.”

Stelle ignored their petty squabble in favor of peeling Anaxa’s boxer briefs down his slim thighs. The dark grey fabric already had a damp patch by the head of his cock, and she eyed the length tilted towards the left before looking up at him.

Well. One look at him didn’t necessarily give the impression he was hiding this inside of his pants.

“I don’t get jealous.” He scoffed, and her focus followed the bob of his bare cock when she tugged his boxers down lower. “And I’m never disappointed in myself.”

Everything in her wanted to lick at the glistening tip hanging in front of her, to taste him on her tongue and see how it differed from her boyfriends. He was smaller than them both but still filled her hands nicely with them one on top of the other. There was still enough poking out to leak over her fingers, slicking them with pre-cum. 

A fist curled into her hair, then pulled her attention upwards. “Are you disappointed?” Anaxa asked, and she shook her head.

“No, sir.” Stelle promised him, letting go of his twitching cock before looking over to her boyfriend’s. “Stop bullying him. Anaxagoras is very handsome, and he’s… well… big.”

“Hear that? Get on the bed,” Anaxa demanded, and she felt his hand release her hair. “Face down, ass up. Spread those legs nice and wide.”

“Yes, sir.”

She shifted, rolling on to her stomach before sitting her knees for them. It was an embarrassing position to kneel like this for three sets of hungry eyes, knees stretched apart and panties sunken between the cheeks of her ass. The last of her clothing was drenched through, wet from arousal and her previous orgasm, she could feel the slick as cotton slid against her skin from a tilt of her hips. Then again when a finger pulled it away to show off just how messy her cunt was.

“Look at that,” Phainon coo’ed, and she closed her eyes. “Baby, you’ve never been this wet before.”

“Heh, they’re sticking to that slutty pussy,” Mydei felt the need to poke even if she knew they were. “Fuck, princess.You’re such a whore.”

The fingers—Anaxa’s, as his were much slower and deeper calloused than her boyfriends’—pulled her panties down her ass and thighs. They stretched around her legs, a few stitches popping from the tension.

“You two get on the bed. Keep her busy.” Anaxa instructed them, and she felt the bed dip on either side of her just seconds later. “And I will indulge myself here…”

Stelle gasped when two fingers slipped up and down her slit, tracing from around her clit to pushing against her dripping hole. There was no warning. He didn’t give her any kind of preparation. All he did was sink both in at once, angled down and pressing in deep. 

“Watching your squirm from just my fingers makes me want to split you open even more,” he told her, and two different hands lifted her face from its spot tucked into a blanket. “I may not have hands as big as theirs, but I’m quite adept at putting them to use.”

They curled as she was forced to face her boyfriends, forcing a moan from her lips.

“We’ve been waiting patiently.” Phainon said sweetly, but the look in his burning eyes proved his words weren’t meant to be taken at face value. “We played your guys’ little game… We watched your performance. I’m a little jealous of how much attention you’ve been bathing Anaxa in. Is he your newest boy toy, Stelle? You call us playboys, but you’re worse than us.”

“What’s with that pathetic look on your face?” Mydei mused as she whimpered over every curling thrust of Anaxa’s fingers. “Can’t even speak, can you? All the fucking lip you give us when we do this, but he gets blind submission for free? Do you trust him more than us? Is there something you want to tell us?” 

“Speak.” Anaxa barked out the order as if she were his pet he wanted to see do a trick. “Tell them how good I’m treating you. You’re so wet and ready for cock, I didn’t even need to do this. I just wanted everyone in here to hear how badly this pussy needs to be filled.”

Embarrassment heated her belly over the sloshing sound of his two fingers driving into her, and all three men laughed. They grabbed her, bringing her hands to the two thick cocks in front of her and gripping her ass deep enough to bruise. Squelches continued to pour between them all, slick rolling down her clit and oozing from his fingers with every pound.

“Feels so-o good,” she slurred, gripping them tightly and attempting to jerk them off together steadily. “M-Mydei… Phain-non… He’s… Sir’s gonna make me cum a-a—ah!”

“Is it right here?” Anaxa asked, repeatedly rubbing his fingers up against her g-spot. “Oh, it is. This is where I can make this little girl even more cock drunk.”

“Maybe it’ll be easier if we help you. You never were good at taking initiative.” Phainon offered her, moving her hand with his own. “You wanted three men, but you can’t even please them properly. What a shame. Try harder, baby girl.”

Stelle tried. Her fists pumped up and down their cocks, thumb massaging underneath the heads where she knew they were sensitive. As much focus as she could give them, she gave to them, but it was difficult. Anaxa made it hard for her to do anything that wasn’t bobbing with the power of his hands and moaning brokenly in tandem to each thrust. 

“There she goes, wailing like a bitch in heat.” Mydei chuckled, and she felt him throb as if he enjoyed hearing it despite how much he mocked her for it. “Keep going. Make her cum without touching her clit. Phainon did it, so you can too.”

Anaxa’s familiar scoff followed. “I’m well aware that I can. I’m not looking for permission.”

Stelle jerked when the hand on her ass shifted, instead wrapping around her hip to press firmly down. His hand pushed just above her pelvis, and a deep jolt of pleasure bled inch by inch through every nerve.  

“An-Anaxa—I can’t! Please! I-I’m not… It f-feels funny—”

“Yeah? Come on. Cum for me again for me, Stelle.” He encouraged her as pressure built up from his continuous movements. “I’m not giving you a choice. You will cum for me again.”

“Wait. W-Wait, wait, wait. I-I—”

Her hips shifted, legs moving to try and get away from him, but he only rolled the palm on her lower stomach slowly and pushed harder. The firm grasp pulled her back into him, forcing her to stay put, to take what he was giving her in its entirety.

“Put this mouth to work on somethin’ other than screaming,” Mydei demanded, lifting her head to his lap. Cheek to thigh, his cock stood tall and leaking right down the vein on the underside. “And I’ll take care of this for you, Phainon.”

Phainon’s hand was smacked off of her own, and his ringed fist cupped her hand to move it for him. At that, their boyfriend moaned, head leaned into Mydei’s shoulder comfortably as he bucked his hips lazily.

“Phainon,” she choked, and he hummed distractedly. “Feels… I-I feel like I have to… It’s not like before. I—”

“Hm?” He didn’t seem to understand her jumbled words. “You resigned yourself to this. Anaxa can do whatever he wants with you. If you want it to stop, you have to say your safe words, silly girl.” 

“Feels like I h-have to pee—”

Was an orgasm supposed to feel like that? None of the ones she ever had before did.

If it was, did she never have a real orgasm before? If it wasn’t, what was Anaxa doing to her body right now?

“Heh,” a chuckle came from behind her. Her stomach tightened and walls repeatedly fluttered over the arrogant sound mingled with the pleasure. “Stop your unnecessary crying and squeeze down on my fingers.”

In doing so, the pressure only strengthened. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming ache between her hips. Both Mydei and Phainon watched her, taking in the fucked out expression written across half-lidded eyes and parted lips. Sweat rolled down the corners of her face and beaded her forehead from the heat in her room and the warmth inside of her blood.

“Ana—I-I—Wait, s-sir, I’m—”

“Someone keep her quiet.”

“No safe word?” Mydei double checked, then lifted her head higher when she didn’t utter a word out besides for a sharp cry of pleasure. “C’mon, take my dick.”

Her mouth was stretched over the thick head of his cock, forced on to it from Anaxa’s demand. Each vibration hummed around him when he lowered her, threatening to choke but stopping just before. He always did, and she was grateful every time. 

The pleasure Anaxa pulled from her body was different from a normal orgasm. It was sudden, intense, and just a little bit scary—not at all like the rolling pleasure she was used to. Thighs shaking, knees shifting, and calves tight, all she could do was take as he pushed her body into a territory completely unknown. That ball of pressure deep within her hips was heavy, and the push of his hand just over that area forced it to pop.

Golden eyes rolled back as her pussy clamped down on his still-moving fingers, and Phainon grunted as her hand tightened around him. Mydei panted softly from the moans rumbling over his cock.

“So fucking pretty, baby.” Phainon praised her, holding her cheek and swiping a thumb underneath her closed eye. “Mouth full of De’s cock as Anaxa makes you squirt on his hands.”

Stelle didn’t even have the coherency to ask what it meant to ‘squirt’ instead of orgasm or to question the sudden wetness soaked into the towel beneath her. 

“You could do this all day, huh?” Mydei asked, and she hummed while unable to even think.

“I find foreplay the most exciting part of sex.” Anaxa answered, not that she could hear them clearly over the ringing in her ears. “If I had more time, I’d be here until she passes out. She looks so good falling apart. Getting my dick wet means little to me when this is so much more thrilling.”

“We can tell. You fuck like an old man.” Mydei deadpanned, and Phainon laughed while still petting her sticky cheek. “What? You can’t get it up more than once a night so you have to cuck yourself with all types of other play?”

“That shows how much you only care about yourself.” Anaxa argued, pulling his hands back. “Have you ever made your own girlfriend squirt?”

Amber eyes rolled. “Tch.”

“Want to see me do it again? I can teach you, Mydei. No need to be such an insolent brat.”

“Go to Hell.”

Stelle heard the ‘again’ one loud and clear. Her free hand immediately reached to grip Mydei’s arm tightly. Frantic fingers tapped against his flexed forearm rapidly, gaining his attention almost instantly like the first time she ever did.

“Calm down. You’re fine.” He hushed, pulling her back and letting her gasp freely. His cock pressed to her cheek, wet with spit. “Is it too much already?”

“I don’t th-think I can—”

Her rushed words were cut off by the head of Anaxa’s cock pressing into her dripping pussy without warning. Though not as thick as her boyfriends’, he pushed her sensitive walls apart much further than two fingers did. With his hips angled downwards and her knees pushed further apart, it bumped over her g-spot and forced a jerk of her lower half.

“Please, A-Anaxagoras. Please wait a-a second. I’m… I’m so sensitive, sir.” She begged, slipping a knee higher in an attempt to try and pull herself higher away from him. “Just h-hold on.”

“You’re not giving Anaxa a color,” Phainon tsk’ed, and her nails curled into Mydei’s muscle when their best friend’s hips smacked against her ass anyways. “So until you do, he’s going to do as he pleases and we aren’t going to stop him. Not even if you give us those sexy and pathetic puppy-dog eyes.”

“Fuck… Forgot what it’s like to do this raw.” Anaxa breathed out, twitching inside of her. “You’re so hot and wet inside… This cunt is squeezing my cock like it’s your job. Is it your job to pleasure us, Stelle?” 

Just as she started thinking up a response, he reeled himself back inch by inch. And when those words were on the tip of her tongue, they were stolen from her lips with a sharp thrust back inside. With it, a hand reached over her back to grasp a fist full of messy, ash gray locks of hair. The entirety was spun around his fist before being gripped by the roots, and Mydei’s eyes dropped to the hold.

“I ask you a question. If you’re not keeping your mouth busy with a dick, you have no reason not to answer me.” He snapped while pulling her head back. “Look your boyfriends in the faces. Is it your job to please us?”

Phainon’s cock throbbed in her hand at that. “Are you our personal sex toy, baby?” He tagged on, brushing the bangs from her face. 

“Nothin’ but a whore to be passed around, eh? Lap to lap like a little fuck doll.” Mydei coo’ed while shifting to sit on his knees instead. 

“Y-Yes, sir.”

“Mm… Pathetic. Just the way I like them.” He praised her crudely. “Phainon, come closer. She’s gonna take turns throating our cocks back and forth.”

Sat side by side, she looked between both of them with a dropped jaw before flicking her watery eyes up to them. Tongue lolled over her bottom lip and both hands gripping either of their arms for purchase, they cupped the back of her head and tugged her closer to Phainon’s side. Pre-cum stuck to her bouncing face, bumping into her upper lip and cheeks as Anaxa fucked into her from behind.

“You like having him inside of you?” Phainon asked, tapping his cock to her tongue.

She nodded, unable to speak with him sliding into her mouth. Three hands pushed her on to his cock, and fresh tears brimmed her eyes when he inched into her throat. 

“Not too far,” Mydei warned their friend, and Anaxa eased up on his hold. “There you go. Taking it like a good little slut does, aren’t you? Both holes filled to the brim with dick like it's all you're good for. Fuck her mouth, Phainon.”

“So much better than that lazy handjob,” he mumbled, pumping his hips into her mouth. What didn’t fit was held tightly in Mydei’s free hand. Likewise, Phainon held him back to jerk him off. “Take this cock, baby.”

Behind her, Anaxa planted the heel of his palm to her pelvis again and pushed firmly. “You’re going to cum for me again.” He demanded. “If not, you don’t get to be filled up by me. What a shame it'd be to take three cocks but not get three loads stuffed into this pussy, huh?” 

There was that same deep tingle bleeding through her gut and hips from the pressure. It made her toes curl and the hold over her boyfriends tighten in a mix of fear and excitement.

Again? He seriously wanted her to finish like that again? 

Stelle didn’t know if her body could handle it, but he seemed determined to make her take it. Especially when two fingers split the lips of her cunt apart to finger her stiff clit. Tight circles were drawn over it, pulling a muffled scream from her lips.

“Oh, fuck…” Phainon whined, pulling her off his cock before thrusting her mouth over their boyfriend’s. “Moan on his cock like that. That’s it. You’ll make me cum too fast if you keep that up on me.”

“Does watching me please your girl get you off, Phainon?” Anaxa teased him, and her eyes screwed shut as pleasure built up inside of her flexed stomach once again. 

“You can be pretty damn sexy sometimes, Anaxa.” He fed into his ego. “You’re the only other person ever allowed to see our girl like this, let alone treat her like this.”

“You take dick so fucking well.” Mydei hissed in pleasure. “Anaxagoras, how do you feel about being recorded?”

“Cameras love me.”

“Good answer.” He laughed. “Hand me my phone.”

The hand in her hair unraveled to reach over, and she heard the device smack into his palm before unlocking. Rather than returning, it didn’t even touch her body again. She couldn’t feel it anywhere.

“Look up, pretty girl,” Phainon instructed her, and her heavy eyelids opened. “God… always so sexy with a mouth full of cock.”

Stelle looked directly into the camera above her, and Mydei’s cock throbbed before he popped it out. It smacked over her face, forcing one eye closed as Phainon immediately sunk past her spit-slicked lips.

“What would your brother say?” Mydei asked as her mouth was fucked again. “All three of his best friends and his sweet, innocent sister…”

Anaxa’s missing hand held her hip, and she sobbed as he pulled her back against his hips. At that, the phone tilted towards where her ass was bouncing against him.

“I can feel you clamping down around me.” He panted. “Do you like being recorded then? Will you cum on the camera, Stelle? How disappointing that such a smart and sweet girl would allow herself to become nothing but porn for someone else. Is this all you are?”

“Takes it like a fuckin’ pornstar.” Mydei praised her.

“She’s our personal little star.” Phainon repeated smoothly, and her heart skipped as the phone shifted back to her face. “Isn’t that right, pretty girl? You’re our star?”

“Fuck.” Anaxa groaned over the squeeze of her walls. “Fuck yes.”

Phainon’s lip curled into a smirk. “Do you like that, star?”

“Sick,” their boyfriend accused, looking at the other man with a glint in his eye that proved he wasn’t as against it as his mouth insisted. “That’s his nickname for her, freak.”

“Mine now.” He purred over the slick sounds of her body getting fucked back and forth between them both. “You’re my star, huh? Pretty little thing that loves attention as much as we do, but you don't need a stage to perform, do you? Just a cock and a camera.” 

“One of you, grab her throat.” Anaxa instructed them, and she sputtered around Phainon’s cock when he pushed his fist to her neck. “Pinch. Don’t crush her windpipe, idiot. You don’t want to hurt her.”

“I know how to choke someone. I’m not stupid, Anaxa.”

His fingers pinched down, and her eyes rolled as another orgasm brewed inside of her overstimulated body. It pulled at her tired muscles, aching deep inside of her gut when flexing involuntarily. Heated pooled her face from a mix of his cock fucking too deep to breathe comfortably and the lack of blood rushing to her head.

“Anaxagoras the sadist.”

“I’m going to cum,” he warned breathlessly, throbbing inside of her. “And your girl is going to be where I dump every drop into whether she likes it or not… whether either of you like it or not.” 

“Go for it,” Phainon brushed off while pulling his hips back to push her on to Mydei’s. “Cum for the camera, star.”

Between having her jaw stretched wide around her boyfriends’, the fingers rolling her clit diligently, and the precise strokes angled perfectly to abuse her g-spot, it was to fight the urge. Everything was so much at once, and her thoughts had all but sizzled out completely now. The only things left were how exhausted her body was becoming by the second and that there were still two more people waiting to fuck her right after.

‘Lap to lap,’ Mydei had said. ‘Passed around,’ he insisted. 

Stelle felt like a mess. 

Spit rolled down her chin from being face fucked over and over again. Tears heavy with whatever was left of today’s makeup tracked over too hot cheeks before curling down the bone of her jaw. Sweat dampened her skin and hairline from the heat of sex.

“Be a-a good girl for me,” Anaxa forced out, speaking through the strain of his own pleasure. “Come on. You’ve earned this, doll. You earned getting bred by me like the naughty bitch in heat you are.”

“Yeah? You want Anaxa’s cum, baby? We know you like being stuffed full of it.” Phainon coo’ed, pinching harder while testing how far she could take their boyfriend in her throat. “Show him how bad you want it.”

She choked out a moan around Mydei’s cock buried deep into her mouth, Phainon’s fist squeezing her neck, and Anaxa pounding into her from behind.

“There you go… Fuck, you listen so well.” Anaxa praised her. “Good girl.”

“Look at the way she’s shaking.” Mydei breathed out, but if she was, she could hardly feel it. “Look how red you are. Our girl’s so fucking pretty in red, Phainon.”

All she could feel was the pop of pressure between her hips and the cramp in her stomach as she was pushed to another bittersweet orgasm. Head blanked and eyes screwed shut, the overwhelming pleasure zapped the energy right from her body, leaving her limp in their hands.

“Shh…” Anaxa hushed, rubbing her through each wave as his cock throbbed and hips stuttered. “Shh… I-I’ve got you. Let her breathe.”

Phainon pulled her off of Mydei’s cock and released her throat at the same time. Rather than swallowing down the saliva pooled in her mouth, she pushed it out and took a sharp gasp for breath. 

“Messy girl,” he murmured, wiping his hand up her throat, under her chin, and beneath her bottom lip to catch some of the spit. “Look at all of this.”

“Ask him for his cum.” Mydei demanded her. “Beg for it.”

“A-Ah… Anax-xagoras, sir, will you p-please cum i-inside of me?” She pleaded brokenly. “Please, s-sir. Please fill me u-up.”

He groaned quietly. “Not that you had a choice.”

When her eyes opened, when Anaxa’s hips pounded to her ass one last time, a shaky breath left both his and Mydei’s mouths. They watched as her body fell limp between them all, and a slender palm raised from her lower stomach to her sternum to help support some of her weight. Otherwise, it was just a pair of fists entangled in her hair to hold her up.

Low, labored breaths fell from Anaxa’s lips as his cock pulsed with his own release. She felt him sit balls deep inside of her, then the hot pool of cum flooding right over puffy walls. There wasn’t a warning beyond a hushed moan of her name, one she barely heard underneath her own heartbeat and breaths. 

Was that her body still trembling as he milked every drop from himself? She couldn't tell.

“Your arm’s shaking, Anaxagoras.” Mydei noticed, and another hand joined underneath her to help him support her. “I’ve got her.”

When did he drop his phone?

“You did a good job. Thank you for taking care of her and making her feel both safe and good, sir.” Phainon told him as she shivered from the slide of Anaxa’s cock slipping free. “Come sit down. Switch me out.”

Both hands untangled themselves from her hair, and another eased her body on to the bed so she could lay down for a moment. 

“Oh, our girl can barely hold herself up,” he pouted, and she felt them carefully roll her body onto her back.  

Their friend laid down right where he had been, and she turned her head to face him when he cupped her cheek with a dry hand. 

“Can you h-hear me? Are you listening?” He asked gently, and she leaned into his touch. “Answer me, little girl.”

She nodded, but he only frowned.

“What did I say before? You have a mouth, and I need you to use it. I need you to focus.” He scolded her. “How are you holding up?”

“H-Hurts.” She stammered, and a large hand gently brushed over her stomach as if to soothe it.

Anaxa nodded. “Do you remember your safe words? Remind me before Phainon does anything. What’s your color?”

Hesitating, Stelle looked between both of her rock hard boyfriends to find they were already watching her. All this time they had been watching, allowing her and Anaxa to have their fun and taking part minimally. They waited their turns patiently.

She kind of owed it to them, didn’t she? After bringing someone else in without a warning, didn’t they at least deserve that?

“G-Green, sir,” she whispered, twitching her heavy legs wider.

The second Phainon’s thumb brushed her tingly clit, she whimpered softly from the sensitivity. Both knees jerked involuntarily.

“Yeah? Green, huh?” Her boyfriend challenged as if he didn’t believe her, then used his other hand to press down on his cock where it kissed the dripping entrance of her cunt. “So you can take this dick too, baby? Gonna make it all messy with this creamy cunt and cum for a fourth time? Then do the same for De a fifth time?”

“H-Huh?”

“Go on,” Mydei dared him. “Make her take it. If she can’t, that’d be her fault for lying about it. How are we supposed to know when she’s had enough otherwise?”

“You’re right.” He agreed.

Anaxa didn’t respond right away. He only kept his eyes on her face as if he were waiting for her to correct them, thumb stroking her cheek gently.

“If you want to be pushed to your limit, lying is not the way to do it.” He scolded her lightly, then snapped the fingers on his opposite hand to gain the attention of the other two. “I’ll try this only once more. Lie to me, and I’ll walk out and leave you to your boyfriends. What is your color?”

“Yellow, sir…”

“What’s the point in safewords if you’re a filthy liar?” Mydei huffed, annoyed by the occurrence. “We already knew you were because you’re so easy to read, but… fuck…”

“You’re going to take Phainon. He’s going to fuck you, and if at any point your comfort changes, say something. Do not lie. He and Mydei can clearly tell when you are.” He laid out for her, and she gulped over his stern voice. “If you lie one more time, then this stops.” 

“Yes, sir.”

“Hand off,” Anaxa said to his best friend, and she felt him leave her clit alone. Another snap of the fingers followed, signalling him to continue.

She felt her boyfriend go back to sinking inside of her used pussy, stretching her open. Being thicker than Anaxa, he filled her more than his friend had previously. 

“Mm… Anaxa,” Phainon hummed while holding her hips inside of his hands. “You came so much.”

“Push it all deeper for me.” He encouraged him. “Right up against her cervix. Get her pregnant with it if you want."

“I’ll kill you.” Mydei hissed. “Don’t talk like that.”

“I don’t have the breeding kink, but someone here besides her does.” He shot back, looking between them all smugly before settling on the blond. “Guess I found him, huh?”

Phainon moaned, and she focused on him as he snapped himself forwards into her. His balls smashed to the lips of her pussy, sitting flush to the plush skin. His hands grasped her lower waist, digging deep to hold her steady even as she squirmed.

“So good,” he slurred, drinking in the sight of her body shuddering while completely full of him. “Baby girl, your cunt is always so tight for me. All that fucking, all that stretching, and you’re still gripping me like you don’t want to let me go. Hah… Did you miss this big cock pounding into you? Playing with Anaxa is fun, but you missed your man, huh?”

“Please,” she gasped as he pulled back. “Phainon… Ph-Phainon, please fuck me.”

“I was waiting for this like a dog waiting for a treat, so be prepared to be devoured.” He growled, quick to bury himself into her again, and again, and again. With each pump, she moaned brokenly.

Anaxa’s hand lowered, tucking underneath her chin before stroking over her damp throat. Though he didn’t squeeze, she craned her neck to give him the invitation if he decided to. 

With the tilt of her head, Mydei threaded his fingers through her bangs to push them back from her face. Because of the sweat, they stayed.

“So fuckin’ pretty as you’re being used,” he coo’ed over the creaking of her bed. “You’re taking your boyfriend so well.”

At that, Anaxa flicked his gaze upwards. “Hm…? Is Phainon not your boyfriend too? Are you both just dating the same girl with nothing going on between you both?”

Her boyfriend, Phainon’s boyfriend, nodded casually. “Correct. Nothing else to it.” He lied easily. 

“With your possessive personality?” 

“Kiss,” she choked out, and they both looked down at her. “Someone. Anyone. Mydei… Sir…”

“Come here. You’ve been such a good girl. You deserve as many kisses as you’d like.” Anaxa’s voice was unnaturally sweet as he spoke. He leaned down quickly, faster than the blond beside him could, and amber eyes narrowed at the back of his head.

When their mouths touched, a scoff followed. “How’s our dicks taste, Anaxagoras?”

Anaxa’s tongue brushed over her own, pushing into her mouth because of a moan that split her lips apart. If he cared about their lingering trace on her tastebuds, he didn’t give the other man any kind of satisfaction from his discomfort. All he did was kiss her deeper and moan softly as if he enjoyed it.

“Alright. That’s enough.” He warned him, upset that his attempt to goad him didn’t work. 

His best friend grinned an open mouthed smirk at that, pulling back with a string of spit connecting their lips. “Have at it.” He allowed him, backing away from her.

Mydei was fast to replace him, practically shielding her from his sight with the way his hand smacked into the bed between them so he could lower himself for a kiss. 

“How’s my spit taste, Mydei?”

“Go…” A breath fanned over her lips as her fingers found his braid. “Fuck…” His other hand cupped her breast suddenly, forcing a gasp from her throat. “Yourself.” 

After that, his tongue slipped over her own, tasting of blood from him biting at his own mouth and her pre-cum flavored spit. She felt the swell of his bottom lip right beside the inside of his lip ring when her tongue swiped over it. 

Fingers pinched at her nipple roughly, tugging on it until her head jerked away to sob.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered roughly, kissing her once again as fingers pressed down on her throat. “Stay and take it.”

“Whatever you said, she tightened up so much from it,” Phainon panted, and she felt his touch lower towards her clit. They scissored around it, not quite touching but warning that he would. “I want you to cum again.”

Her head shook, but Mydei only gripped the sheets beside her head tighter.

“You’re gonna cum for us,” he demanded. “You came three times from Anaxagoras, so you will give us one each. I won’t take anything less, got it?”

“But…” Her voice was weak from the pleasure and lack of blood flow to her head. “I don’t th-think—”

“No, you don’t. You don’t need to think. That’s not your job here, slut. You shut up, you take the pounding as it comes, and you don’t let him think he’s better than us or knows everything about us.” He hissed, and her eyes widened over his rough words. “Suck it up. I know you can do it.”

“Mydei, you need to calm down.” Anaxa cut in. “If she can’t, leave it be.”

“There is no can’t. Our girl can do anything but lie and run.” He argued, watching her intently.

Stelle nodded, pulling him closer by his braid so his nose would bump hers and his breath would wash over her face. Drowned within his presence, within his bangs sweeping over her face and musk clouding her weakened breaths, she fluttered eyes shut completely.

“Come on,” he pushed her, dropping his hand from her chest to between her thighs. His fingers met Phainon’s, taking their place to spread her open for him. “Make your man finish by cumming on his cock.”

“What if i-it’s too much?” She gasped, body twitching when Phainon’s thumb met her exposed clit. “What if I can’t? What if I’m not good a-anymore?”

Her legs squirmed, kicking and digging into the bed to try and scoot away from him. Not that they allowed her.

“Shut up. He and I have you.” He hushed. “You’re our good girl. Our perfect little girl, okay? Look at me. Do you understand me?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” She answered, lifting her heavy eyelids to meet his darkened gaze. “I’m your f-fuck toy, Mydei.”

“And?”

“Phainon! A-And Phainon!” She cried when the thumb moved faster and pressed firmer. “I’m Phainon’s fuck toy too!”

He pulled away, then shot a look at his friend. “Clock it?”

Anaxa chuckled as her head tilted to Mydei’s direction and her eyes focused on Phainon’s body. “If you're so threatened now, that means you think I can actually take your girl.” He taunted him. 

“Come on, baby.” Phainon met her eyes as his hand pulled her down to him by the thigh. “Beg me to make you cum.” 

“Please make me cum,” she rushed out as he gripped her leg tightly. “Please, please, ple-ease. Sir, I-I’m so close. My stomach h-hurts, but I’m so-o close.”

Mydei watched her. Phainon watched her. 

One hand smacked down to her boyfriend’s chest as he leaned closer over her body, and she dug her nails into the golden tattoo across his collar before scratching down.

“You got it,” Anaxa coaxed her, holding her down to the bed with a hot hand over her stomach. “Even if you’re all cramped up, you’re going to give them an orgasm.”

“I love watching your tits in the position,” Phainon groaned, focused on her chest as he smacked his hips into her own. “Look at them bounce.”

Mydei bit over his lip ring as his eyes lowered. “I like looking at this cute stomach and these fat thighs. Look how her body moves when you fuck her. So sexy…”

Anaxa didn’t talk, but his eyes were on her face as she rolled her attention up to him. Head still tilted to Mydei, hand still holding Phainon, she let him watch her teary eyes screw tightly shut and jaw drop for a silent scream.

Back arched, she pushed closer to his hand as Phainon drove her to the edge of yet another orgasm. Every part of her wanted to move away from the way her muscles tightened and untightened. He milked every moment, fucking into her through every buck of her hips and accepting the rosy ribbons scraping into his torso.

“Ah, princess, y-you feel so good. Feeling you cum on my cock is always so fucking good.” Her boyfriend whined. “I’m gonna cum inside you, baby. I’m gonna pump you so full, make an even sloppier mess of this pretty body. Take it for me, ‘kay? Take every… single… drop.”

His hips sped up, and she shook her head quickly while dropping her hand to hold his wrist.

“S-Stop. Phain-non, stop. Please.” She begged, lifting her heavy legs and easing some of the ache in her stretched open thighs. “Fuck. Fuck. F-Fuck. Phainon, please. I-I can’t. I can’t take anymore—please.”

Anaxa’s hand lowered, stopping the thumb still working her clit. “Come on, relax on that.”

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned her, and she met his heated eyes of summer sky. “My good girl. My sweet girl. I-I’m gonna fill you up so deep. Then you have to take care of De too, a-and he’ll do the same.”

Stelle pressed her feet to his chest in a futile attempt to push him away, but he only dragged them higher until her ankles were by his mouth. When close enough, he kissed the curved bone on the outside, eyes shutting as his arm curled around her shins. They were held there. No pulling, pushing, kicking, or squirming freed them from his tight hug.

Phainon’s moans grew louder. His thrusts were more desperate. Between her tired walls, she felt as he throbbed and then slammed balls deep. Tip flush to the back of her cunt, and hot cum pumped rope after rope inside of her. Warmth pooled around his pulsing cock. 

With it, her hips lifted off of the bed. A shiver wracked through her body. 

“Four,” Anaxa counted, rubbing her stomach before lifting it to her jaw. “Four orgasms tonight, doll. We’re so proud of you. Can you do one more for your boyfriend? He’s a brat, but he’s been the most patient here.”

“No. I-I don’t… I can’t. It’s imp-possible.” She answered immediately, breathing heavier than before. “No, sir. D-Don’t make me.”

“I think you can do it,” he brushed off, but her head shook quickly. “I think you want to do it. You want to be forced to do it, don’t you? Or else you’d say your safe word.”

Stelle watched as his gaze shifted briefly to her boyfriends before meeting her own. “Are you going to say it?” He asked quietly, holding her jaw firmly.

“Don’t m-make me cum again.” She pleaded with him, and he laughed before pinching her hot cheeks. “I’m telling you I can’t.” 

“You will.” He insisted, keeping his voice low in both pitch and volume. “You owe it to him, you know. You can't cum for us all but him. That’s not fair to Mydei, is it? Your boyfriend’s been doing nothing but watching and looking out for you.

“Sir, please.”

“‘Please’ is not your safe word,” he reminded her, ducking down to kiss her sweat stained forehead. “One more time and you’re done. One more load. One more orgasm. We’re going to take it from you, and the only thing you need to remember is ‘red’. Understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Phainon moved slowly, easing himself free from her swollen walls before lightly rolling her body to the side. His fingers squeezed her legs soothingly, trailing higher and higher until he met the sweaty cheek of her ass.

“So good for us,” he gave it a rub, then a gentle pat. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart."

“After this, Anaxa will distract your brother with that ‘new ride’ he mentioned earlier.” Mydei said, leaving no room for argument. “Make him yap. Give us time to clean up and take care of her.”

“I can do that.” The older man agreed just as firmly. “How do you want her, Mydei? I can help—”

“You’re weak. You can’t carry her.” He cut him off, and Phainon laughed lightly at that. Anaxa only huffed, aware that it might be true.

“Come here, baby girl. Sit on my lap. Face them.” He instructed her. “I’ve got you.”

Two sets of hands picked her heavy body up, and she winced as her tired thighs stretched once more around another set of hips. The inner crevices ached, and her body felt more sluggish than ever. Rose stained her skin, flushed from head to chest. Sweat poured down her figure as she looked at Phainon and Anaxa. 

“You should stretch more,” her boyfriend mused playfully. “You’d be less sore if you did.”

“Silence. She’s fine as she is.” Anaxa hissed, allowing his thumbs to line the insides of her thighs. “Relax. One more, okay?”

She nodded weakly, and Phainon cupped her face before planting a kiss to her lips.

“I need you,” Mydei whispered into her ear, and she shuddered over his lowered voice. “I’ll lift you. I’ll guide you. Just… shit, you’re dripping cum all over my cock… Look at that fucking mess.”

“So full of it in here,” Anaxa’s mouth pressed to her lower stomach. “Relax. Stop flexing and just breathe.”

Deep breaths filled her chest, and she whimpered into Phainon’s mouth as the thickest of the three began to fill her up. One arm curled over Phainon’s shoulders to scratch into his back. The other hand pulled Anaxa closer to her stomach. All three men held her, cupping her body and helping her relax as Mydei sank her body down on him. 

With both palms sprawled underneath her ass, she felt him easing her weight to his lap until she sat flush to his hips. The leftover cum inside of her squished around, slicking his glide inside. 

Mydei groaned low and dragged out as he held her there, reveling in the heat of her body and hug of her swollen walls.

“You won't be able to walk right for a while,” Phainon murmured, and she nodded quickly as her body throbbed around the cock spearing her open. “This poor pussy’s being pushed to its limit but you’re taking it even if it’s too much. Mm… you really do just want to be a good girl.”

“I-I do,” she promised, and he kissed lower. “I want t-to be good. I want to make you all cum, sir.”

“This is what our girl needs,” Mydei grunted, carrying her body higher before dropping her body back down. Cum splattered between her lips and his pelvis, making an even bigger mess between them. “Look at her, Anaxagoras.”

“Hm?”

Phainon pulled back. Anaxa looked up from where his lips were over her cramped stomach, meeting her eyes. Together, they watched as her boyfriend picked her up as if she were weightless and began to fuck her in slow, deep thrusts. Her thighs met his repeatedly, slapping loud and heavy through her too-hot room.

Each one made her body ripple and voice crack with a moan, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Fingers curled into a muscular set of shoulders and silky, mint-locks, searching for something to ground her from the rocking and bouncing.

“That’s it. Take this cock like a fuckin’ champ,” Mydei praised crudely. “My pretty little slut likes being pushed and used like this.”

“I suppose being man handled is something that comes with you both,” Anaxa chuckled. Phainon only nodded. “You make for a gorgeous doll, Stelle.”

Fingertips curled into the meat of her thighs, indenting the flesh. “Make her cum all you want, but can you do this?” He asked. “Can you pick her up and use her as you please?”

“I’m not that strong,” he agreed, not sounding the least bit upset by the truth. “You win in that particular field. My strengths lie elsewhere.”

“Competitive…” Phainon sighed softly as her forehead pushed into his collar. “Just relax, pretty girl. Three men here to take care of you.”

“Mydei,” she hiccuped into his sun-shaped tattoo. “M-Mydei. Mydei. Myd-dei—”

“Who’s fucking you, princess?”

“You, sir!”

The blond ripped a hand off her thigh for a moment to smack it over the sensitive skin, and she gasped from the lingering burn. Whatever rings he had on were gone by now, and he rubbed over the burn before planting another one right above it. 

“Mydei’s fucking me! He’s… He’s making me i-into h-his slut!” She cried.

Phainon cupped the back of her head to keep her face buried in the crook of his neck. Sweat and tears swiped over the already damp skin, and she pulled him closer. So close she could smell the cologne over his collar and feel his damp hair brush her forehead.

“Fuck yeah I am.” He gritted out. “You’ll always need this, baby. You’ll always need what only Phainon and I can give you. All the boytoys in the world couldn’t make you feel half of what we do, huh?”

She nodded absentmindedly, babbling out an agreement that fell somewhere between a moan and a scream.

“I’m going to get dressed,” Anaxa told them, and her hand tightened over his hair. “Caelus will be home soon. There’s no way he won’t be. I need to clean up and be out there. The happy triad deserves their own time.”

“Go,” Phainon allowed. “We’ve got this.”

“Be good. Safe word for them if you need to. They'll listen, or I’ll pop my glove department open. Understand?” Anaxa told her firmly, and she nodded again while letting go of his hair. “If you ever want to do this again, all you have to do is be a good girl and ask sir nicely.”

“Heh, like Hell—”

“Yes, if we do, we’ll ask, sir.” Phainon agreed for her, and she lifted her head weakly. “Give Anaxa a kiss. He can use the hallway bathroom to clean up so he can hear Caelus pull in better.”

A slender hand cupped her cheek, and she felt him plant a gentle kiss to her drool covered lips.

Their lips parted with a soft click. “Thank you for tonight, Stelle. I’ll bring your food and drink in here so you don’t need to leave your room tonight.”

“Th-Thank y-you, sir.” She tried to say in between the rough pounding, and he tapped his fingers to her cheek.

With that, he shifted off of her bed and gathered his scattered clothes. She watched him carefully drape them over his arm, then pick his discarded shoes up with his fingers.

“Anaxagoras,” Mydei called, stilling her body. “You’re… not too bad for a virgin nerd. You make for a damn scary dominant. I’d hate to be on the receiving end of your bad side.”

“I’m not a virgin,” he snapped, but the usual bite of his tone was nowhere to be seen. “As for the second half, you don’t have to worry about that so long as you listen. I’m actually quite nice.”

“You wanted to smack our girl in the face.” Phainon reminded him as he grabbed his phone from her dresser. “Is that what people consider ‘nice’?” 

He hummed, lip tilting slightly. “Consensually, of course.”

“I’d never consent to that. Get out now.” Mydei hissed at him, moving her once again as the door pulled open. “Bring her stuff, then keep an eye out for us.”

“Yeah yeah. Take care of her after… properly.” He stressed, closing the door behind him when Phainon promised to.

“Kiss me, babe.” Mydei immediately said, and she felt herself get smashed between their chests as they kissed over her shoulder. It was loud and wet, she could hear their heavy breaths mingling and the slickness of them swapping spit.  

Phainon’s hands left her body, reaching behind her to pull their boyfriend closer to them and underneath her to where they were connected. “Cum for me too,” he whispered. “De, please.”

“He’ll come back one more time. You gotta let go of my balls or he might see it.” He hissed back, and her free hand held the back of Phainon’s knuckles to keep them there. “C’mon, he’s gonna find o-out. Give it a second.”

“He won’t.”

Stelle squeezed with him, and Mydei choked on a moan as he twitched inside of her from the stimulation.

“Baby…” He tried to sound firm with him, but it came out as nothing more than a whine. “Fuck… Fine. Play with them just like th-that. I-I wanna cum inside our little whore too. Feels so good inside of her right now—tight, hot, and fuckin’ wet. I wanna mess her up more.”

“Please,” she begged him. “Please cum inside of me, sir.”

“You two… You’ll get me in trouble one day.” Mydei snapped, picking her ass up before dropping it down onto his cock. “Take this cock, princess. Feel your man inside of your stomach, huh? Fuckin’ bastard said to get you knocked up with his cum, but it better be ours if an accident happens. Mine or Phainon’s, but never his.”

Her eyes widened over his possessive growl.

“A little bit early to talk about knocking someone up.” Phainon snickered but pressed his lips to the side of her head anyways. “But he’s right. If you ever end up pregnant, it better be one of ours. You having a baby with someone else’s eyes would turn me into someone else completely.”

“Got that?” 

Stelle nodded quickly, and as a knock sounded at her door, she dragged Phainon’s hand towards her sensitive clit. He rubbed as if he had never been touching their boyfriend’s balls, smearing globs of thick, fallen cum over the stiff bud. They swiped fast and firm, ignoring the opening door to make her wail from the pleasure.

“This is your food and drink, Stelle. I’ll leave it on your desk. I took the liberty of bringing water for dumb and dumber too.” Anaxa offered. Bags crinkled. Bottles thumped to her desk.

He was dressed again with his hair pulled back into a neater ponytail than she remembered and his coat on. A kind smile was shot their way when he faced them. And as he passed, he held his phone up for her to read.

‘I know,’ a text in his notes app read, and Mydei grunted over a clench her body gave.  

One gloved finger pointed to Phainon’s back then across to where Mydei was biting into her shoulder with eyes screwed tightly shut, and while she didn’t respond to confirm or deny the cryptic text, he shut his phone off.

“I’m out for good now. Goodnight, Mydei, Phainon, and Stelle.” He announced, and both men returned it.

As soon as the door clicked closed, she felt Mydei pull back to kiss their boyfriend again.

“Cum for us, baby girl.” Mydei broke their kiss to say, and she nodded. “One more.”

‘One,’ they said.

But she had already finished four different times tonight. Her clit felt like it was burning from being overused. They had rubbed it raw, and it was still being touched as Mydei used her body like a toy meant to get him off. 

“Turn your damn head,” he grumbled, and she looked over to them. “Good girl. You’re gonna cum with me, baby girl.”

“We should count down like Anaxa did,” Phainon teased him. “Maybe she’ll listen even better because it’s us.”

“Yeah? And if you don’t, do I get to punish you by smacking that sensitive cunt around?” He asked, and she whimpered. “Wanna try that with me, doll?”

The thought of his heavy, usually ringed, hand smacking down over her pussy made her stomach tighten in a mix of fear and arousal.

“No rings,” she murmured, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips. 

“I want to count,” Phainon said, kissing the sides of their mouths briefly. “Both of you better cum, or I get to punish both of you. That sounds fun.”

“Yes, sir,” she returned, and he groaned softly. 

“Didn’t think I was into that, but it’s growing on me.” He teased, and she tilted her head to kiss him better. “Mm… our cute girl. One last time, then we’ll take care of you until we can’t anymore.”

Her eyes closed, and Mydei joined in on their shared kiss. Lips to lips, she had waited all night for this since they couldn’t do it in front of their best friend.

“I’ll count from ten too,” Phainon told them, and she nodded in agreement. “Ten…”

Stelle felt Mydei smile over his attempt to be like Anaxa, and it made her grin just a little because of how cute it was that he wanted to be like his older friend. She kissed them harder, ignoring the ache in her neck while bucking her tired hips into her boyfriend’s hand.

“Nine.”

“Hurts,” she mumbled as that cramp settled in her stomach again from the flexed muscles. “D… Don’t stop. Just hurry.”

He chased her moving hips to keep his fingers on her clit, and Mydei twitched inside of her from the jerking around. That steady pace he had built picked up, desperate to finish before their boyfriend finished his countdown. Not that there really was any kind of punishment besides dwindling their time to come down after.

She was tired. She wanted to get it over with and cuddle up to their bodies as they doted on her already.

“Mm… eight.” He said against their mouths, and her nails curled into his knuckles. “I feel your body shaking, Stelle. Go on.”

“If you cum, I’m right there.” Mydei promised, and her neck turned to a more comfortable position. “I’m so close too.”

“I’ve got you both.” Phainon promised. His position shifted, and he pulled his free hand in front of them to once again cup their boyfriend’s balls. “Try to be a little quiet. We don’t know if he’s here or not now.”

She nodded quickly, and Mydei silenced himself by biting into her shoulder. Her own hand cupped over her mouth, and their partner’s crystal eyes watched as their bodies rocked together. The way her hips pushed back into him and his chest shoved closer to her back was seen by him, caused by him and his moving hands.

“Seven.” He continued to count.

Her eyes rolled, and Mydei’s muffled pants heated her shoulder as her own fanned back over her own mouth. Head tilted deeper into Phainon’s shoulder, she used his collab to press her hand deeper into her mouth. 

Stelle felt it before she could even think to warn them, the sudden shock of pleasure that gripped her body tight and forced it to tremble. Body stiffened yet shaking, she screamed into her palm while forced to orgasm for what felt like the millionth time that night. 

“Shh…” Phainon hushed, kissing her head as she jerked to pull away from his moving fingers. “You’re okay.”

Mydei slammed her down on his cock one last time, allowing the repeated clamp of her walls to finish him. Rather than hold her thighs, both arms wrapped tight around her lower stomach, squeezing her to his body. Deep groans filled her ears over the pleasure, ones vibrating through his bite.

She could feel his cock throb and pulse to her aching walls with movement as he filled her up with a flood of release. It dripped from around her stuffed hole, oozing between them because there was nowhere else to go when she had taken two loads prior. His grinding didn’t help but jostle it around and squish it between their bodies, bathing his balls and her lips with the cocktail of cum.

“So messy,” Phainon breathed out, releasing her clit to scoop some of the release between his fingers. “Whose do you think this is, sweet girl? Mine, De’s, or Anaxa’s?”

If she had any energy to think, she’d say all of them. But instead, all she did was lay limp between them as he gathered more.

He maneuvered her body away, dragged the hand from her mouth to free up her panting lips, and offered up his milky fingers for her. The expectant look on his face proved he wanted her to clean it up, but her mouth was already full before she could recognize the urge to take them. They had been shoved into her mouth knuckle deep and just shy of choking.

Humming, Stelle lapped at his two fingers, pleased by the slightly salty taste on her tongue. It tasted like them, but there was something just a little sweet in the back, something unfamiliar.

“You look like you enjoyed that,” he accused her, freeing her mouth. “What a gorgeous look on your face. You look so fucked out, Stelle. Your eyes are all small and glossy, cheeks red as a rose, and you’re looking at me like I’m some kind of God.”

Wet fingers touched her cheek, and she nuzzled into the touch as the teeth in her shoulder pulled back.

“Why… Why aren’t you speaking back?” He exhaled, voice slightly ragged from his hard breaths. “Are you completely broken now? Did the little doll get all used up until her parts stopped working? No voice box? No eye rolls?”

“Mm…” Stelle hummed, unmoving between them.

“I’d be tired too if I was passed from guy to guy. That’s a lot of dick she just took and a lot of orgasms we made her have.” Phainon reminded him, and Mydei tightened his hold over her stomach.

“Your ass is ours. No one but us touches it.” He immediately shot down, not wanting to so much as think of that possibility. “But I’m sort of wondering if we need to worry about Stelle surprising us with another boyfriend. How fast did Anaxagoras make you fold on us, huh?”

Phainon took his hand away from her, a heavy thump sounded after. “Hey, now. Don’t go accusing people of things like that, babe. We always poke at her being into all of Caelus’ friends or taking us all to complete the set. We put that idea in her head knowing that he’s attractive and confident enough to make her look. It’s just Anaxa at the end of the day.”

“He said he kissed you and touched you in his car. Did you tell him you had a boyfriend?” He asked, and she nodded. “Did you say it was us?”

Her head shook. “H… He didn’t b-believe I had one…”

“Anaxa has a pretty compelling personality.” 

“Anaxagoras has a fat fucking ego that makes him think he can do whatever he wants because he’s a jack of all trades.” Mydei protested. “Damn homewrecker.”

Silence fell over them as she shifted inside of their hands, exhausted from a long day and so much sex she could go the rest of the month without it. Her breaths and Mydeis were all that filled the room.

“You have the same ego.” She mumbled back to him, and that earned her a scoff from behind. “I’m… sorry, though. He’s…—”

Lips pressed to the back of her neck instead of her shoulder, and she shivered over the delicate gesture.

“Shut up. I’m not mad. Anaxagoras, unfortunately, has the knowledge to back up his shitty pride.” He muttered, moving his lips against her skin. “At least it’s him. I’d be angry if it was someone random. That guy’s fine…” 

“Never.” She promised him.

Someone’s phone buzzed, and Phainon reached over to her dresser as she watched him unlock it. Upon opening his texts, her eyes skimmed over the message from the man in question.

‘Caelus pulled in. I’ll talk to him about my new car. You two make yourselves decent.’

“That’s our cue,” Phainon smiled sadly, tossing his phone behind him before cupping her face inside of his hands. “Come on, pretty girl. De will brush your hair out since it’s all tangled, and I’ll draw you a quick bath. We’ll tell your brother you went to bed so he doesn’t come knocking into your room.”

“I’ll make him drive,” Mydei said after. “I’ll call you when we’re in our car, and we’ll be right there since we can't be right here.” 

Her arms clung to Phainon as they moved her, allowing Mydei’s softened cock to slip free from her tired body. She winced from the dull soreness, unused to the feeling of being empty after everything they did. Then again when her legs were pushed carefully closed for the first time in too long.

Instead of being left on the bed, Mydei scooped her into his arms and carried her within them. One beneath her bent knees and another around her back, he held her close and tightly to his chest.

“I hope you know that video I took is staying in my phone,” he mentioned, and she looked up at him. “Compensation for coming home and surprising us with a gangbang.”

“How did you get into my house?” 

“Caelus keeps the key under the left foot of that rabbit looking statue by your bushes.” Phainon answered, pushing her shower curtain back and twisting the knob to the faucet. “We let ourselves in. Thought we’d surprise you, but you showed up late with him out of nowhere.”

She blinked, unsure if they were serious or not. “Text me?”

“What part of ‘surprise’ went over your empty head? Stupid girl.” Mydei shot back. “We just made ourselves comfortable waiting. He and I made out a bit in your room, read a book, ate some of your snacks, and then watched videos on our phones while cuddling. Lame shit. You’d have enjoyed it.”

Phainon hummed softly, plugging her tub before throwing some epsom salt into it. “Lame stuff we were going to do with you after we fooled around a little bit. But we’ll do it next time for sure… whenever that may be.”

The crisp and clean scent of eucalyptus reminded her of Anaxa, and she hummed while holding her boyfriend closer.

“You like that scent?” Mydei asked, noticing her deep breath. “Anaxagoras wears that scent.”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, with how much you've been saying his name, one would think you want him to fuck you next.” Their boyfriend mocked him, still putting the bath together. “Do you want another boyfriend? Am I not good enough?”

The blond rolled his eyes in return. “Fuck off with that. I’d never bottom for that sadist… He’d twist my balls purple or something. Fuck no.”

She giggled over their bickering, and once they deemed her bath ready, the hot water enveloped her tired body.

“Now sit and stew like a potato in a pot,” Phainon beamed, sitting over the porcelain edge and holding on to her wet knee. “If you’d like… heh… I can help you clean up the mess inside before we—”

Stelle gasped at that, expecting it but still just a little surprised he’d say it after everything that had happened.

“Move, dog.” Mydei demanded, kicking him out of the way while holding her hairbrush. “She doesn’t need anything else inside of her right now.”

“Well, it has to be done. My fingers are longer,” he hinted, earning a thump on the head with her brush. “Okay. Fine. Give us a little spin. Let him brush those knots out.”

There was something so amusing about watching her six-foot-tall boyfriends sit on the edge of the tub, naked, and doting on her like she was royalty for them. Warmth pooled inside of her chest at the sight, and she pressed her back to the wall of the tub.

‘Your mystery boyfriend, is he only good looking?’

“Good girl.” Mydei praised her.

“Wish we could stay longer,” Phainon sighed, and she reached an arm out to hold his hand. “Come over to our apartment sometime. We wouldn’t need to rush all this.”

She nodded, eyes closing as Mydei carefully worked the brush through the ends of her hair.

“I will.” She promised them.