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The moment Illuga opens the door to the Lighthouse he's greeted by not one but two pairs of bright golden eyes looking at him.

He blinks.

He takes a step back and closes the door, waits a few seconds and opens it again.

The two Flins seated at the table remain there, with that infuriating smile on their faces as they watch Illuga with evident amusement.

Huh... Perhaps fighting against the Wild Hunt for years has affected Illuga's mind to the point he's now hallucinating even without any Abyssal energy nearby.

He's about to close the door in a futile attempt to try again to disperse this ridiculous hallucination when one of the Flins, the one dressed in his usual extravagant Lightkeeper uniform, rises to his feet and calls out for him.

"Young master", Flins speaks up as if nothing strange is going on, as if there isn't a person seated right next to him that looks exactly like the fae. He gestures to the table, where two glasses of water are already waiting for Illuga to take them, "Please come in, you must be parched after such an arduous journey".

He is but... isn't there a more pressing matter at the time...?

Illuga at last steps into the Lighthouse, closes the door behind him this time and walks to his favorite seat at the table, much too aware of the multiple eyes looking at him. Flins sits down at the same time Illuga does and here they are, two Lightkeepers and what Illuga believes to be a hallucination—at least a very beautiful one at that.

He downs the first glass in a single gulp, thinking that perhaps hydrating will clear his mind a bit but no, the two Flins are still there.

"Uhm... Is there anything you want to talk about...?", Illuga tentatively asks as he sets his empty glass back on the table, his gaze drifting between the two figures in front of him.

Flins puts a hand on his chin as if he's thinking, "I recently added two more gemstones to my collection but there's also last week's story that I have yet to tell you its ending—which subject would you like to hear first, young master?".

Illuga blinks once, twice before he turns to look at the other guest—or perhaps host would be more correct—seated at the table. But the other Flins only stares back at him with the same amusement as before and a tinge of curiosity, his eyes intense as he looks at Illuga up and down before his gaze lingers in the small silver of skin exposed in between his sweater and coat. Illuga swallows hard and quickly looks away, his stomach twisting with a more than familiar feeling at being stared so intensely.

"Flins", he starts, the two men in front of him straightening at his serious tone, "what is going on?".

His Flins sighs defeated, "Very well, it seems you aren't in the mood today to indulge me. I'm not quite sure myself of the logistics of how it happened but this—", he gestures to his double at his side, "is the result of a ley line disorder, a younger version of myself brought to the present".

The younger Flins nods, "Let me introduce myself. I am Kyryll Chudormirovich Flins, but as to avoid confusion for the time being you may call me Kyryll. Could I have your name, young master?".

Illuga crosses his arms, "Good try, I won't fall for it again", he deadpans. He has already given his name to Flins when they formally meet for the first time, and Flins never fails to remind him every now and then that he had unknowingly given his name to a fae.

"'Again' you say...", Kyryll repeats, an elegant brow rising up.

Illuga clicks his tongue annoyed but doesn't say anything else immediately so as to not further embarrass himself. It is now his turn to look at Kyryll properly, not noticing anything major that physically distinguishes him from the older fae other than the elegant clothes that he's wearing, more fitting for a ballroom than the rowdy Lighthouse they find themselves in; but by looking closer Illuga notices that the only telltale sign that Kyryll is indeed younger than the current Flins is how, even while seated, Kyryll is a few centimeters shorter than Flins.

"Anyways, what's next? Should we try to look for information as to why this happened and how to return you to your time?", Illuga asks, swiftly changing the subject.

"We came across the Traveler on our way back here and, surprisingly, she didn't seem too fazed at seeing two versions of myself", Flins chuckles. "According to her this type of event can happen from time to time and she agreed to help in fixing the disorder; in the meantime Lumine suggested that we remain here until she's done, and so here we are".

Illuga nods in understanding and remains silent for a moment, pondering over the rather bizarre situation, "We must wait then".

"Correct", it is Kyryll who speaks this time, "and as we do I suggest that perhaps we could get to know each other better, young master Illuga".

The use of the title that only Flins calls him with catches Illuga off guard, so much that he doesn't resist when Kyryll takes his left hand that was resting on the table to kiss the back of it, the gesture so elegant and tender.

Lumine sure is something else to find something like this not that big of deal because Illuga, personally, is close to freaking out. Being at the receiving end of a fae's attention and teasing is not for the weak (not that he complains about it, he does enjoy Flins' affection) but to handle two fae at the same time until Lumine manages to handle the ley line disorder? It is just his luck to have come today to the Lighthouse, now more akin to a wolf's den.

Another difference he notices in between the two fae is that Kyryll seems more... bold in expressing his interest in Illuga, never taking his eyes off the young ratnik and making him squirm in his seat with how ravenous he looks while staring at Illuga. At least Flins is more subtle (just barely).

Speaking of, it is Flins who takes Illuga's hand from Kyryll's grasp, "Now, now, I believe that even back then in my youth I was more that knowledgeable about not touching what isn't ours, didn't I?", he says, his voice level as always but the hidden intent and jealousy behind his words more than noticeable.

Only then does Kyryll look away from Illuga to give a rather dirty look at his older self, "I was under the impression that I am you and you are me but in different times of our lives, therefore I am also entitled to bask under the young master's attention, am I not?", he says before grasping the hand in Flins' hold by the wrist.

"It is rather rude to make assumptions like that without asking young master Illuga how he feels about it, don't you think so?", Flins retorts.

The tension between the two of them is palpable enough that it could be cut with a knife, neither saying a word as they wait for him to say something, all while staring at each and keeping Illuga's hand as a hostage in their silent fight.

Perhaps his mind has truly been damaged beyond salvation because what other reason is there for Illuga to find this current situation rather... arousing, heat simmering on his belly. He looks back and forth between Flins and Kyryll and Illuga finds himself not really minding the thought of the two of them fighting for his attention, all for the two fae to end up teaming up to bully him.

"I don't mind it", he blurts out before he can think about it twice, "I belong to Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, separate or whole".

And there goes Illuga, ignoring all rationality and survival instincts to willingly throw himself at these hungry wolves that turn to look at him so fast that if they were humans it would give them whiplash.

The way the two of them look at him in disbelief is unexpectedly amusing but the moment those golden eyes seem to darken with desire Illuga feels himself sweating, his heart beating faster with anticipation for what's to come.

Despite their brief dispute the two of them are indeed one and the same, rising at the same time from their seats to stand at each side of Illuga, who feels significantly smaller with the two fae towering over him, twin grins of mischief sealing his destiny for today.

Oh, I'm fucked, Illuga thinks in both fear and excitement.

He's not sure who moves first but Illuga suddenly finds himself being hoisted up to his feet and a mouth is quick to claim his own in a heated kiss that takes his breath away. His eyes close instinctively and Illuga returns the kiss with equal passion as a tongue invades his mouth to explore it in its entirety. A body presses against his own from behind and Illuga feels hot all over, the two fae keeping him firmly in place in between their own bodies while their hands wander to touch Illuga, slipping past his sweater to caress his waist, the muscles of his abdomen and his sensitive chest, making him moan into the kiss.

Whoever is behind him forces Illuga's head away from the fae in front of him and it is only as his mouth is claimed again that Illuga recognizes that it is Flins who he is kissing this time. Kyryll, who busies himself by kissing down the pale column of Illuga's neck, is an excellent kisser but he doesn't have—yet—Flins' advantage of knowing exactly which way must he kiss, lick or bite Illuga to make his knees buckle. As if to prove how knowledgeable he is of his body, Flins bites down on his lower lip, enough to pierce the tender flesh and for blood to bead from the small wound; the sharp sting of pain blooming from his lip, along with that of Kyryll's mouth biting on his skin to leave hickeys all over his neck, brings ecstacy to Illuga, his knees indeed buckling but the bodies pressed against him keep him upright.

A hand—Kyryll's he guesses—drifts down and cups his mound from above his pants, palming at his heated core and making Illuga whimper right into Flins' mouth, who eagerly swallows such a precious sound. He can feel his pussy gush out slick, his underwear likely ruined and thoroughly soaked by now the more Kyryll rubs at his pussy but it's not enough—Illuga aches to feel his bare body against their own, to be at their complete mercy as they ravish him over and over.

"Please, ngh, ah, more, please give me more", Illuga begs against Flins' mouth in between kisses, his hips moving on their own to further rub himself against Kyryll's hand.

"What an impatient little bird", Kyryll chuckles before licking at one of the bruises he left right above Illuga's turtleneck where it'll be impossible to hide, "I wonder how sweet you will sing once I have you speared on my cock".

The lewd words, muttered right against his ear, catch Illuga off guard, not having expected at all to hear Kyryll, still a fae aristocrat, spill such obscenity. Illuga whimpers loudly, more slick gushing out of his pussy and he's sure that at this point Kyryll can feel how soaked he is even through the layers of fabric in between his hand and his cunt. He clings to Kyryll's silky hair and to Flins' hand that is fondling his waist, feeling dangerously close to reaching his climax already just from some kisses and being groped a bit.

"He sings most sweet when being pleasured by me", Flins remarks, his hands drifting higher and finding Illuga's chest, his dexterous fingers pinching and rubbing his shy nipples to coax the nubs out.

Illuga trembles, his head falling back to rest against Flins' shoulder as the fae plays with his nipples; his chest has always been a very sensitive part of his body but ever since he and Flins became a couple and started being intimate Flins always made sure to shower his small breasts and shy nipples with utmost attention, worsening his problem as there have been times where Illuga has climaxed only by having his nipples played with.

"Want you, ah, I want the two of you—ngh, please, please, I'm so close", Illuga whimpers, his body burning with arousal and squirming to get the two men to keep touching him.

He doesn't see it but Flins and Kyryll share a look in between them, a temporary truce taking place in a brief second in favour of putting Illuga's pleasure as their priority.

"Together it'll be then", Kyryll speaks out loud, his fingers idly tracing the shape of Illuga's pussy folds through his visibly soaked pants.

"But we can't have you coming so soon, my dear Illuga", Flins whispers before leaving a kiss on the shell of his ear.

Illuga whines in protest when they suddenly stop moving but he's given no chance to further vocalize his discontentment because a second later Flins hooks his arm beneath Illuga's knees and hoists him up, putting him in a bridal carry to take him to his bedroom upstairs, Kyryll following close behind them.

Flins puts him down on the more than familiar bed and as he and Kyryll stand in front of him Illuga further feels as if he's a prey awaiting to be eaten by the two depredators. With the elegance only a fae, and nobles at that, can muster they climb to the bed and start stipping Illuga layer by layer, leaving heated kisses all over his body—Kyryll in particular seemed fascinated by the numerous scars marring his skin, tracing them with his fingertips with utmost care— until the only remnant of fabric that remains in his body are his soaked panties; the cotton clings to his pussy like a second skin, outlining the shape of his plump folds, the white fabric almost sheer from how soaked it is, the soft pink color of his cunt visible through it.

Kyryll looks utterly transfixed in the lewd sight of his pretty cunt and Flins snickers at his younger self's reaction, taking his chance, despite their temporary truce, to go at it with Illuga first.

"My lovely nightingale, so beautiful yet so erotic", Flins whispers against his lips, his thumb rubbing circles in his inner thigh, so close yet so far from where Illuga truly needs it. The fae pecks him once before his mouth trails lower until his lips brush against Illuga's nipples, slightly perky thanks to his previous ministrations. Not wasting a single second, Flins latches onto his right nipple, suckling at it harshly and his tongue swirling around the nub.

Illuga wails, throwing his head back into the pillows as he feels pleasure akin to electricity shoot down his spine. Such a lovely sound is what makes Kyryll snap out of his daze; he looks up from Illuga's pussy to find his older self indulging upon the young human's pretty breasts, sucking at his nipple as if he were a babe drinking from its mother's teat. Not wanting to be left behind and let Flins gain the upper hand, Kyryll joins in by latching on Illuga's left nipple, immediately suckling at it with even more enthusiasm than Flins, his teeth lightly nibbling on the small nub.

"Ngh—!", Illuga chokes on a moan, the dual sensation of his chest being sucked on by those devious mouths almost too much for him to handle, his back arching and unconsciously pushing himself closer to the fae abusing his nipples. The way they suck at his chest is outright filthy, the slurping sounds Flins and Kyryll make resounding all too loudly to his reddened ears; even worse—or better—is how they are also kneading his breasts, slender fingers sinking into the tender flesh, almost as if—

"No~ Don't suck on my chest like that, n-nothing is coming out...!", Illuga cries out, feeling his mind melting the more they keep at it.

To his dismay Kyryll pulls away, his nipple slipping from his mouth with a small pop, "How can you be so sure, sweetheart?", he asks with a vicious grin. "Perhaps I should fill your pretty little pussy to the brim and let my seed take root in your womb so these", he gives a harsh squeeze to Illuga's small breast, "can get heavy with milk".

"Can you imagine it, my dear?", Flins continues, letting Illuga see how his nipples are a bright pink, teeth marks marring his areolas now that the two fae pulled away from his chest, "You, pregnant with our child and your lovely breasts heavy with milk. I would help you when they become sore of course, I'd suck them dry every day".

Illuga whimpers at the imaginary, his body trembling from pure and unrestrained lust, a fresh gush of slick leaking from his pussy and further making a mess in between his legs. Both Flins and Kyryll take notice of it, their mischievous expressions not boding well to Illuga.

"Oh my, it seems we have been neglecting our little nightingale for too long, sir Flins. What should we do about it?", Kyryll asks with fake concern to his older self.

Flins' eyes momentarily flash with annoyance at Kyryll using 'our' to refer to Illuga but for the sake of his human he'll let it pass, "Why, we should thoroughly satisfy him to his heart's content, sir Kyryll".

Illuga swallows hard, a knot forming on his stomach as he watches how their hands slowly, oh so slowly, drift from torso before reaching his mound, the slight touch of their fingers grazing the hem of his panties making him jolt in place. They take different approaches to tease Illuga: Flins opts to take his time, his pointer finger tracing the waistband of Illuga's panties from the center and all the way to where they rest right below his hips, his hand brushing against the soft skin of his thighs; Kyryll, on the other hand, goes straight for the kill, his fingers rubbing at the seam of his pussy over the soaked cotton, the fabric doing nothing to diminish the sensation of having his most sensitive place being touched with so much curiosity and reverence.

The two fae don't forget about his chest, and right when Illuga closes his eyes in bliss from the attention on his pussy both Flins and Kyryll latch on his chest once more, lips and teeth sucking and nibbling on his tender nipples.

Oh, curse these cunning fae and their underhanded methods to bring Illuga to the sweetest of deaths. Illuga moans loudly, his hands clinging to the heads nestled in his chest, torn between pushing them away or pulling them closer.

Flins' hand joins where Kyryll's is rubbing at his clothed slit and they seem to come to a tacit agreement to take turns to rub at his folds and his swollen clit, all before starting to push two fingers each against his entrance.

"A-Ah?! What are you—ngh!", Illuga doesn't get to question what the two of them are doing, for they shove their fingers right inside his pussy, the cotton fabric of his panties included, the copious amount of slick constantly leaking from his cunt helping to ease the intrusion to the point he's taking four fingers at once. He feels so full already, the walls of his pussy fluttering around the digits as Flins and Kyryll fingerfuck him at a rather languid pace, thanks to the fabric they keep shoving in limiting how much they can move their fingers inside his pussy.

It is a rather novel feeling to Illuga how his soaked panties act like some sort of barrier in between the tight and wet walls of his cunt and the slender fingers of the two fae indulging on his body but for some reason Illuga finds it arousing nonetheless, helping to further fuel the flames of lust burning his whole being.

"C-Close, ah, ah, I'm so close, don't stop, don't stop...!", Illuga rambles as he feels the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching, the muscles of his abdomen tensing, his heartbeat quickening and his toes curling.

His undoing comes from a harsh bite on his left nipple and two fingers curling at just the right angle to nudge at his sweet spot. Illuga comes with a shout, his fingers holding for dear life to azure hair to the point it must hurt them, his eyes rolling back and his pussy clinging to the fae's fingers that are still moving and fucking into Illuga even as he squirts, clear cum splashing all over their hands and the bedsheets beneath.

The dexterous fingers inside him keep fucking Iluga through his orgasm and still sucking on his breasts, making him sob at the overstimulation the fae bring him, his body shaking uncontrollably; it is only when he tries to push them away by shoving at their heads that Flins and Kyryll slow down before stopping all together, their mouths pulling away from his visibly abused nipples and their fingers stilling deep inside Illuga's pussy.

He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving, the saliva coating his tender nubs making him shiver when the slightly cold air of the room hits them; he whimpers when the fingers inside withdraw in pairs one after the other but nonetheless Illuga is glad that he's given a few seconds to catch his breath.

He hears a pleased hum and when Illuga looks up he sees how Flins is licking his fingers clean, humming at the taste of Illuga's cum; Kyryll, meanwhile, is looking curiously at the way his slick clings in sticky threads to his fingers, and Illuga gets to see the exact moment Kyryll brings those same digits to his mouth and an expression of pure delight crosses his beautiful face when the slick touches his tongue. Kyryll sucks his fingers with less finesse than Illuga had expected of him, and he looks rather disappointed the moment he realizes his fingers are now clean, shiny with only his own saliva.

The younger fae suddenly leans down to lock their mouths into a heated kiss, Illuga making an adorable sound of surprise that Kyryll uses to his advantage to shove his tongue right in, letting him savor the lingering taste of his own cum. The kiss is over as soon as it starts, strings of spit connecting their swollen lips before they break.

"Illuga, Illuga, my beautiful nightingale, please, please let me taste you properly", Kyryll pleads to him, looking uncharacteristically desperate, his eyes shining with pure lust.

At his right Flins huffs a laugh, "My, my, I don't remember behaving in such an uncouth manner as a youth. I apologize in his stead, dear young master Illuga".

Kyryll turns to shoot Flins a nasty look and Illuga can already sense that if this keeps up it won't be pretty at all; and so it is up to him to once again stop them from killing each other by giving his body as a lewd offering of peace.

He clears his throat, succeeding at catching their attention, "I already said it before—I want the two of you".

To further make his point Illuga spreads his legs even wider to make room for the two fae to lie down in between his supple thighs if only they could stop going at each other's throats and go back to that weird synergy they seem to have when it comes to bringing immeasurable pleasure to Illuga.

"Please...", he pulls his panties to the side and spreads his own folds with his fingers, more of his slick leaking as the two fae watch the obscene display he's making.

His tactic ultimately works, and it only costed one pair of perfectly fine panties being ripped to shreds by excited hands, and probably Illuga's sanity; what he failed to take into account is that if one desperate mouth on his pussy is always enough to bring Illuga insane, then two mouths will undoubtedly be the death of him.

Used to only have Flins' mouth eating him out, the moment Illuga feels two tongues giving a broad lick at his glistening folds at the same time he almost rises completely from the bed he's lying on, his hands almost ripping the bedsheets from how tightly he's gripping the fabric and his mouth open in a silent moan as he tries to process the dual stimulation.

It only gets worse—better after that, Flins and Kyryll working together again to thoroughly pleasure Illuga with their mouths. At moments they focus on different parts of his spread legs, Flins' mouth leaving bright red hickeys all over his thighs that he tenderly licks at as an apology, all while Kyryll messily slurps on Illuga's pussy, the slight taste he had before of his slick affecting the younger fae more than anyone had expected; they switch and now it is Kyryll who seems adamant to maul Illuga's thighs, sharp canines sinking into the flesh until blood dribbles down his legs, the pain mixing with the pleasure brought by Flins expertly flicking at his clit with the tip of his tongue.

But when the two fae ravish his pussy at the same time? Oh, Illuga is sure he must've died already, for the overwhelming pleasure he feels is outright maddening.

Broad licks all the way from his entrance and up to his clit, sharp and fast flicks of tongue against his swollen nub, teeth lightly nibbling on his chubby folds before pulling at them, two tongues tracing the rim of his entrance... It all happens almost simultaneously and Illuga can only take it, take it and take it, unable to stop the sweet and desperate moans and whimpers falling from his mouth. It doesn't help that when he looks down to where Flins and Kyryll are happily eating him out he catches sight of how their tongues brush against each other as they lick at his pussy at the same time, the two fae uncaring—or perhaps somewhere deep inside them even enjoying—how they are pretty much making out sloppily.

How is Illuga meant to hold back any longer with such a lewd scene playing right before his eyes, two versions of his beloved pleasuring him while their tongues accidentally intertwine and spit and slick coats their chins? Illuga is only human, and when those sly tongues push past his entrance and slide inside his pussy at the same time it is only natural for him to come.

"Ah! F-Flins...! Kyryll...!", he wails, back arching off the bed and his thighs trembling uncontrollably.

Their tongues are still moving inside of him despite how his walls clamp down tightly around the appendages and his pussy squirts directly into their mouths, but by the way Illuga can hear them hum in satisfaction he can guess they are relishing on the mouthfuls of slick they keep eagerly swallowing. Flins and Kyryll keep fucking his pussy with their tongues even as his orgasm fizzles out and overstimulation starts to set it, black spots appearing on his vision. Overridden by pure pleasure, Illuga can't get his own tongue to move to tell them to stop, only gurgling noises escaping from his mouth.

But Flins, oh gods, bless him, has plenty of experience and knowledge about Illuga's limits and right when he feels himself growing faint the older fae withdraws, taking Kyryll with him and ignoring the sound of protest his younger self makes.

His pussy is achingly empty, coated in a mixture of his own slick and the two fae's spit, his small entrance gaping and his clit trembling. Overall Illuga feels as if he's been run over by a Moonwagon, his vision blurry at the edges and his breath labored as he lies there, his thighs twitching every now and then.

He senses more than sees how Kyryll lies down next to him, peppering small kisses all over his neck and collarbones while Flins briefly gets off the bed and comes back to sit down at his right. He doesn't know when it appeared but Flins fetched him a glass of water already at the nightstand that Illuga gladly chugs down with his help, some of the water dribbling down his chin in his hurry to quell his thirst.

"Careful, it won't do for you to choke, my dear", Flins softly chides him, wiping his chin after Illuga is done drinking.

The slightly cold water is delightfully refreshing, some of the lust-induced haze clouding Illuga's mind receding a bit, enough for his gaze to actually focus and for his tongue to move properly again.

"Not... fair... You two, ah, are still dressed...", he pouts seeing the two fae still dressed, still looking composed while he probably looks like an utter mess, legs spread wide open, slick smeared all over his pretty pussy and thighs, pink and red marks blooming all over his skin.

His words prompt a small chuckle out of both Flins and Kyryll, the two of them looking amused at his unexpected complaint.

"Oh? The young master still wants to continue? My, what an eager little thing you are, I want to eat you whole", Kyryll purrs against his jaw before leaving another hickey there, making Illuga shiver.

"Just... Stop talking and do it", Illuga counters, feeling how heat starts coiling on his belly once again the more Kyryll keeps on kissing his neck.

A hand on his chin turns his head towards Flins, who leans in to tenderly kiss him. Illuga melts into the kiss, relishing in the love and adoration Flins pours into it. Their mouths part from each other and Flins rubs at his swollen bottom lip before asking, "Are you sure you want to keep going? Just one version of myself is quite taxing for your body to handle every day, I can't imagine how ruined you'll be after we are done with you".

If Illuga wasn't sure before, he sure is now; he wants exactly that—he wants to be ruined, fucked silly until his mind breaks and he has to be carefully put back together by Flins' and Kyryll's loving hands.

He grasps Flins' hand and kisses his knuckles, "I've never been more sure in my life".

Flins smiles down at him, "Don't come to regret it, my precious nightingale".

Regretfully, both him and Kyryll have to move away from Illuga to get undressed, the young human lying against the pillows as he watches with rapt attention how the two fae undress layer by layer, their movements annoyingly slow, and by how he catches the smirks on their faces Illuga knows that they are doing it on purpose to tease him.

Standing now fully naked, the two fae look identical and it is only that slight difference in their height that helps Illuga differentiate who is Flins and who is Kyryll. His gaze darts from one to another, unable to keep staring at just one when he has two very naked versions of his beloved in front of him looking like ethereal sculptures made out of marble; honestly, Illuga is surprised his nose isn't bleeding with how flustered he is.

They don't climb to the bed right away, and instead they keep on watching Illuga who squirms in place beneath their intense golden eyes, all too aware of how arousal coils on his belly despite his previous orgasms at their hands.

"What are you waiting for? Stop stalling...", Illuga murmurs, his hands anxiously clutching the bedsheets.

"Now, now, it wouldn't be fair if all the work is up to us only, right?", Flins smiles, sharp fangs visible, "Be a good boy and present yourself, young master Illuga".

His eyes widen at such a request, his mouth opening and closing several times but no words come out and ultimately Illuga has to swallow his embarrassment and comply. 

He holds himself up with his elbows and slowly turns around until he's on his knees, his cheek resting on the pillow so Illuga can look behind him and at the two fae that watch his every move with ravenous eyes. Somehow Illuga's cheeks become even more flushed, the position he's currently in beyond mortifying, leaving him exposed and vulnerable to the fae's whims and whatever they may have in mind for him (not to mention that he rather likes seeing Flins' face as they make love...).

"I believe you can do better than that, little bird", comes Kyryll's voice, sounding all too pleased and Illuga kind of feels like wanting to punch him—just a few times though.

Biting down on his lip, Illuga pushes past his last vestiges of embarrassment and reaches behind him, his fingers grasping the meaty flesh of his ass to further spread himself open and expose his weeping cunt, lewd strings of slick dribbling down to the bedsheets.

"Please...", he begs, slightly moving his hips side to side to further entice them.

It seems to work a bit too well, for a second later Illuga can feel the bed shifting with the combined weight of three people on top of it and several hands over his waist and behind.

"Sir Flins, shouldn't you be a good host and let your guest take dibs first?", Kyryll asks in a tone so fakely saccharine.

"Oh, I would love to but it seems that you are forgetting that the one that has fucked young master Illuga's lovely pussy several times is me", oh, how Illuga aches to punch him too for saying something like that so shameslessly, "You don't want to hurt him because you don't know how to handle him, do you Sir Kyryll?".

They glare at each other in a silent staredown for several seconds but in the end Kyryll concedes, huffing before scooting away to let Flins kneel right behind Illuga, his hands taking their rightful place on his slim waist.

"Why, thank you for being so understanding. Perhaps in the meantime you could tend to Illuga in other ways—the young master has always been rather local about how much he loves indulging on my body", Flins comments as if his words aren't mortifying at all.

"Don't just go around putting words in my mouth, Flins", Illuga deadpans, mentally debating whether he should kick him and let Kyryll take his place.

"Should I put something else in that pretty mouth of yours, then?", Kyryll says as he moves to sit on his haunches right in front of Illuga's face.

Ah, nevermind, Flins is Flins no matter at which time of his life he's at and it is just in his nature to endlessly bully Illuga like this.

But Illuga doesn't dwell on it for too long because now he finds himself facing Kyryll's naked body and, therefore, his hard cock. He swallows hard, the mere sight of it making his mouth water, Illuga too conditioned by now to react so strongly in front of his beloved's lenght, whether it's Flins' own or his younger self's. Illuga is so close to Kyryll he can smell that musky scent coming from his cock that is so undoubtedly Flins, a small whimper escaping from his mouth before he can hold it back.

Such sound makes Kyryll chuckle and the fae brings his hand to Illuga's head, tenderly petting him, "What a lovely expression you have. Go on, have your fill, my dear nightingale", he encourages him.

Illuga licks his lips, his body shivering just slightly from excitement to have Kyryll inside his mouth, but just as he's about to lean in he feels something blunt press right against his entrance.

"Ngh—!", Illuga chokes on a moan, his body jostled by the sudden intrusion in his pussy, Flins bottoming in a single and harsh thrust.

For all that talk about not wanting Kyryll to accidentally hurt him Flins surely is ignoring his own words, immediately setting a leisurely but deep pace that knocks the air out of his lungs; with how wet he is it doesn't actually hurt him but the hypocrisy doesn't go unnoticed by Illuga—and neither by Kyryll.

Said fae clicks his tongue in disappointment, "How treacherous".

Flins huffs a laugh, not even bothering to look at him when he has a perfect view of how Illuga's needy pussy sucks in his cock, his folds clinging to the shaft every time he withdraws, "You'll learn how not to fall for tricks like that as your get older".

Unfortunately Flins was right, with how much he has fucked Illuga ever since they got together he has a perfect understanding of Illuga's body; the fae knows exactly in which angle he must shove his cock in to nudge at his sweet spot, coaxing lovely and whorish moans out of his mouth.

"Oh heavens, have you forgotten about me already, young master? Your rejection pains me dearly", comes Kyryll's voice from above him.

Illuga opens his eyes, not quite sure when they had slipped shut, and is greeted once again by the sight of Kyryll's erection, his cock standing hard and waiting for Illuga to worship it as it deserves.

"S-Sorry...!", he manages to whimper in apology.

It proves to be quite a laborious task to try to suck Kyryll off while Flins is pounding into his pussy, every hit against his sweet spot making stars burst behind his eyes and jolting his body uncontrollably but Illuga is a more than determined person. He grasps Kyryll's cock with a trembling hand and starts to mouth at the base before going further up, his lips gliding along the thick shaft and leaving a mess of spit in his wake.

Amidst the insistent pounding into his tender pussy and the continuous moans and whimpers ripped from his throat Illuga manages at last to wrap his lips around the throbbing cockhead, the taste of precum on his tongue so delightfully familiar. He takes more and more of Kyryll's cock, the slight ache on his jaw unable to drown how pleasureable the mere act to deepthroat his beloved is to Illuga; the cockhead brushes against the back of his throat but he doesn't gag despite how much his body is moving around, Flins having fucked his gag reflex long ago.

"Good boy... You look so pretty like this, Illuga, with your mouth stuffed full with cock like you were made for it", Kyryll coos at him, his thumb rubbing at the beauty mark beneath his eye.

The praise makes Illuga's head spin, his pussy unconsciously clenching down on the cock messing him up and he faintly hears how Flins hisses at the sudden tightness, his pace faltering for a brief second before he picks it up again. Illuga moans around Kyryll's cock as he feels how Flins is fucking into him deeper and harder than before, the cockhead nudging at his cervix.

Illuga doesn't need to move himself anymore at this point, the two fae using his body as if he were a mere cocksleeve, Flins keeping a tight hold on his waist and Kyryll on his head; whenever one thrusts in, the other pulls out so as to never leave Illuga feeling empty. He feels content here, so undoubtedly happy to have his two greedy holes speared open by their thick cocks, Kyryll so far down his throat he can't even taste his precum anymore and Flins so deep inside it's only a matter of time before he fucks his womb open, just like he's done countless times before.

His hand wanders down towards his pussy, Illuga aching to rub at his swollen clit to take a bit of the edge off with how much he's burning from arousal but his wrist is seized before his fingers can even brush against his sensitive nub.

"Ah, ah", Flins tuts, "My dear, good boys ask for permission to have their release".

Illuga wants to cry—perhaps he's already crying and didn't even notice—because when had either Flins or Kyryll said something like that? Tonight these two fae seem adamant to tease Illuga until he can't possibly take it anymore and despite his frustration his body betrays him, his insides clinging to Flins' cock for dear life and eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He wants to be good, he wants to be their good boy, and it takes all of Illuga's fraying self restraint not to come before being allowed, the muscles of his abdomen flexing and tensing.

His body is trembling, already so close to coming, and both his pussy and throat clench tightly around the cocks messing him up, the groans he gets in response letting Illuga know how much he's affecting the two fae. Flins' other hand drifts towards his belly and presses down, feeling up the bulge that appears there every time he bottoms out, the sensation making Illuga whimper pathetically around Kyryll's cock.

"Do you wish to come, young master? I can feel how your pussy is hugging my cock so desperately", Flins asks him, his voice level and composed despite how fast he's fucking into Illuga and battering his cervix.

Illuga feels like screaming, because how is he meant to answer and vocalize his desperate need to come when he has his mouth stuffed full of cock?

But Kyryll seems to pity him, for he stops thrusting into his throat and slowly withdraws with a lewd pop, strings of saliva mixed with precum clinging to his lenght and Illuga's lolled out tongue.

"P-Please", he doesn't waste a single second to beg while still eagerly mouthing at the thick cock in front of him, his voice coming out hoarse from the rough way Kyryll has been fucking his face, "So close, I'm so close, please, please let me come".

He's only given twin chuckles as an answer before Kyryll is shoving his cock back inside his mouth and Flins pounds into his pussy with all the strength he can muster, making Illuga moan as he can feel his cervix starting to give in. He's certain by now that he's definitely crying, tears of pleasure streaming down his flushed cheeks and adding to his allure, making Kyryll murmur how pretty Illuga looks while taking their cocks, his thumbs wiping away his tears.

Illuga can feel how the cocks inside him throb as both Flins and Kyryll are also close to reaching their climax, and it is the feeling of Flins' cock piercing past the tight furl of his cervix and fucking his womb open that finally makes Illuga come. He chokes around Kyryll, lewd and gurgling noises coming from his throat as his body goes taut, toes curling in pleasure and his pussy spasming around Flins' cock, slick squirting out and making a mess all over his supple thighs and Flins' own legs.

His orgasm helps trigger Flins' own, and soon enough Illuga can hear him groan as he comes, his cock twitching and pouring his seed directly into his womb, painting its walls in white and filling it thoroughly to the brim. That familiar rush of almost scalding warmth filling the deepest confines of his body makes Illuga moan, the vibrations of his throat making Kyryll suck on a sharp breath before he too is coming, his semen being poured directly down Illuga's gullet and settling on his stomach. But Kyryll pulls out of his mouth before he's finished, ropes of thick and warm semen landing on his lolled out tongue but mostly all over his face, painting it white with his spend, the fluid smeared over his cheeks, nose and even his fringe.

His ears are still ringing by the time his orgasm subdues, and Illuga is faintly aware of how Flins is still buried so deeply inside his tender pussy, his cockhead pressed against the walls of his stuffed womb, and how Kyryll is lazily rubbing his cock against his face, further smearing his cum all over it.

With a start, Illuga dreadfully comes to the realization that the two of them are still hard.

"You...", Illuga starts before coughing as he feels the ache on his throat, "how—?"

He cuts himself off with a whimper, Flins being the culprit by giving a small thrust into his pussy, "You are simply irresistible, my dear Illuga".

Above him Kyryll hums in agreement, at long last deciding to be a gentleman by wiping away the streak of cum over his brow threatening to fall into his eye, "And I have yet to enjoy the tightness of your pretty little pussy, my precious nightingale".

And Illuga knows that his body is beyond exhausted by now and that he should kick these cunning fae out before they really do ravish him and ruin him to the point he wouldn't be able to function without being speared on his beloved's cock day and night but...

"Please...", he whispers quietly, hoping they won't catch it.

But, keen as he always is when it comes to Illuga, Flins hears him anyway, "Hm? What is it, my love?".

Illuga shivers at the endearment and he looks away as he speaks just a bit louder, "Please... I want more, I need you both...".

The sudden withdrawal of the cock nestled deep inside his pussy catches Illuga off guard, a startled sound coming from his throat as he feels how empty, how wrong, his pussy feels without Flins, the fae's cum leaking freely from his gaping entrance. But he's not given a chance to further complain before he's being manhandled, turned around and hoisted up on Kyryll's lap by Flins himself, who settles in between Illuga's spread legs, keeping them open by holding the young ratnik's thighs.

Kyryll wraps his arms around his waist and lifts Illuga so he's hovering right above his still hard cock, the cockhead nudging against his plump and glistening folds. "Hold still, dear Illuga", the fae kisses his cheek before staring to lower Illuga on his cock.

It slips past his gaping entrance and into his sloppy pussy with ease, helped by the copious amount of cum, both his and Flins'; but the intrusion nonetheless rips a loud and long whimper from Illuga, his hands holding onto Kyryll's forearms the more he's forced to take his thick cock, the shape of it identical to Flins' and as such his pussy welcomes it dearly. Illuga looks down and he sees that, despite how there's still roughly half of Kyryll's lenght left, the skin of his usually taut belly is faintly distended, the bulge there growing the more of the younger fae's cock he takes inside.

He's gasping and trembling by the time his body meets Kyryll's hips, the walls of his pussy fluttering weakly around the thick shaft spreading open his tender insides, this position making Illuga thoroughly feel every centimeter of the cock stuffing him full, the tip pressing right against his cervix and threatening to slip inside his womb.

"Ky...Kyryll...", Illuga breathes out his name, his blunt nails digging into the other's forearms.

Said fae delicately grasps his chin and tilts his head to the side to make Illuga look at him. "So beautiful, so tight... You are perfect, Illuga", Kyryll mutters against his lips before locking their mouths in a passionate kiss that makes Illuga's head spin.

Distracted by the kiss, Illuga doesn't notice Flins moving until it's too late and he feels something blunt pressing against his stuffed entrance. Kyryll swallows the startled noise coming from his throat and it takes Illuga shoving at the hand grasping his chin for him to break the kiss and turn to look at what's going on in between his legs.

"What...?", Illuga starts asking in disbelief, his eyes open wide as he sees that Flins is pressing his cock against his pussy, almost as if he's intending to—

"You said you wanted both of us, didn't you, dear master Illuga?", Flins interrupts his thoughts.

...He did, but Illuga didn't imagine these fae would take his words and twist them into him wanting to be fucked by Flins and Kyryll at the same time; he feels so full already with just one cock inside him—how is Illuga possibly meant to handle two at the same time?

"Oh, little bird, you just got tighter around my cock. Does the thought of taking us at the same time arouse you that much?", Kyryll purrs against his ear before lightly biting down on his lobe.

"That—That doesn't mean anything", Illuga tries to  play down his body's unconscious reaction but Flins knows him like the palm of his hand.

Said fae smiles down at him and holds his hips still with one hand while with the other he keeps his cock steady as he starts adding more pressure against his rim, Illuga thoroughly feeling the slight burn of the stretch.

"It won't fit...!", he cries out, his heart beating faster with worry.

"We'll make it fit", Flins says with confidence before leaning down to peck his lips.

The intrusion is tortuously slow, both from Flins being careful so as to not truly hurt him and from how small and tight Illuga is, his pussy having never before been subjected to something like this, to being stretched well beyond its limits and forced to take such huge cocks inside his already tender walls. As Flins' cock starts slipping inside, Illuga's mouth falls open in a silent scream, his body taut and his entrance weakly fluttering around the thick cockhead in an useless attempt to keep it out.

But Flins is persistent, and with a sharp snap of his hips he manages to slip past that tight and thoroughly stretched entrance, both him and Kyryll groaning the moment the older fae sheathes his entire cock inside of Illuga, the tightness of his pretty cunt outright heavenly and suffocating around them.

And Illuga—oh, Illuga is coming again, this time just from being penetrated by Flins and Kyryll at the same time, slick gushing out of his trembling pussy uncontrollably and further making a mess all over their bodies, his eyes rolling back and whorish moans falling from his mouth at the slaught of white hot pleasure running down his whole body.

"You're... breaking me! My pussy—ngh, my pussy is melting...!", if he were any more clear-headed Illuga would likely self-combust in this exact moment from sheer embarrassment, but cockdrunk as he is such filthy words fall with ease from his mouth.

"How naughty, young master. Perhaps we should fuck you until you can no longer think straight, what do you think?", Kyryll mutters hotly against his ear and Illuga nods eagerly.

Seeing his reaction neither Flins or Kyryll have any reason left to hold back any longer. They keep a tight hold on his small body as they start moving, setting a fast and deep pace despite how tight of a fit Illuga's pussy is, their cocks rubbing intimately against each other as they fuck him. The fae are so deep inside him Illuga swears he can feel them all the way to his throat, the velvety walls of his pussy enveloping the thick lengths messing him up and plunging into his body at an almost neckbreaking speed. Flins even goes as far as to use his hold on his thighs to push them against his chest, putting Illuga in a mating press and keeping him there with the reassuring weight of his own body pressed against the young ratnik's.

Illuga feels so small in their hold, their bigger frames swallowing him fully, Illuga's whole world reduced only to them and the huge cocks pounding into his wet and warm pussy, stirring the semen still left inside that leaks and forms a frothy ring of white around their thick shafts. Like this he can only sense and feel the mindblowing pleasure brought by the two fae ravishing him and indulging themselves on his body, their cocks stimulating every single of his sensitive spots inside his pussy, their lips against his mouth and the ticklish skin of his neck, the hands fondling his chest and tugging at his nipples and the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin that resound all over the bedroom.

Just like they've done before Flins and Kyryll take turns to pound into Illuga, thrusting each at a time against his tight cervix to coax it open once more, and the young ratnik can only lie there, his body pliant and left without strength while he holds onto Flins' back for dear life, his nails leaving bright red marks as they ram their cocks inside his visibly abused pussy, loud squelching sounds coming from where they are connected.

"Look how well you take us, my dear", Flins leans back just enough to let Illuga see the state of his middle, the shape of their cocks pushing against his belly and making it bulge out, the skin moving on par with the fae as they fuck the young human.

Illuga moans loudly, the sight unbelievably arousing. Oh, how much Flins and Kyryll have ruined him, reduced his body to a pretty little cocksleeve for them to use to their liking, his pussy forced to take the almost animalistic fucking, their cocks fighting to get past the tight entrance of his womb—and Illuga wants it dearly, his whole body and soul aching to be claimed in every way possible by the two of them at the same time.

"So good, plea—uh, ah, p-please, give me more, I need you both d-deeper...!", Illuga begs them, feeling how arousal coils again on his belly, another orgasm approaching.

His begging further spurs Flins and Kyryll on, the two picking up their pace to fuck into Illuga's sloppy pussy even faster than before and falling into a frantic rhythm, both of them pulling out to slam their cocks into Illuga at the same time, further driving him insane with overwhelming lust and arousal.

"I wonder whose seed will take first inside your pretty womb", Kyryll breathes out against his ear, one of his hands pressing down on his belly where Illuga's womb is.

"Mine, of course", comes Flins' reply.

Illuga wants to yell at them for how ridiculous they are being—they are the same person for heaven's sake, what is there to fight for?—but Illuga can only wail as, at long last, the tight furl of his cervix relents under the brutal battering and Flins and Kyryll are shoving their cocks inside his womb at the same time, hitting its sensitive walls straight on.  His mind turns blank as he comes, squirting around the thick cocks stuffing him full, and Flins' thumb rubbing at his clit heightens the mindshattering pleasure that rushes down his body like electricity, eyes rolling back and muscles tensing while more and more of his slick gushes out of his pussy.

The heavenly way in which his cunt tightens and clings to their lengths makes both Flins and Kyryll gasp and groan, and by how Illuga, despite the haze of lust clouding his mind, can feel their cocks throbbing deep inside his womb he knows they are close too.  

"Hah, can you imagine it, my love? My seed taking root in your fertile womb, our child growing inside your belly...", Kyryll mouths at his neck, his voice coming out a little breathy.

"Your body swollen with our child, your pretty tits heavy with sweet milk", Flins continues, emphasizing the 'our child' with a brutal thrust, "What a lovely mother you'll be, Illuga—I'll keep you plump and heavy with children until you can't remember what not being pregnant feels like".

How embarrassing, how obscene—and yet Illuga moans pitifully, the imaginary of him constantly being knocked up by his beloved making him burn in ecstasy, his pussy weakly clamping down on their cocks.

"Ah! Please...! Fill me up, b-breed me until it takes! Fuck me pregnant, please, please...!", he begs desperately.

And with such a pretty thing like Illuga begging like that for their cum, what man, whether fae or not, could resist him?

It doesn't take more than a few more thrusts for both Flins and Kyryll to come, groans and Illuga's name falling from their mouths as their cocks twitch and spurt rope after rope of semen directly into his willing womb. Having been filled with Flins' cum earlier had already felt so fullfiling, but having Flins and Kyryll come at the same time inside his pussy is beyond anything Illuga could've imagined, the warm rush of their semen being poured into his womb close to scalding.

"T-Too much, ngh, ah, ah, too much, too much...!", Illuga sobs, tears falling from his pretty eyes and down his reddened cheeks as he's thoroughly filled to the brim and bred with load after load of virile cum, his pussy milking every drop of sperm their cocks have to give him. There's so much cum being poured into his womb that his body can't take it anymore, globs of thick and white semen leaking from his sloppy pussy despite the two thick cocks stuffing him full.

"Take it, my dear nightingale", Flins mutters before leaning down to kiss him, swallowing the lewd noises coming from his throat.

Illuga whimpers into the kiss, eyes rolling up and his
body quivering as another mindshattering orgasm washes over him, more of his slick gushing out of his cunt and further making a mess of their bodies and the bedsheets underneath them. Never before has Illuga been subjected to something like this, the feeling of lips and wandering hands on his body and that of Flins' and Kyryll's cocks carving a space of their own so deep inside of him overwhelming him with so much pleasure, so much love it feels as if his mind has been utterly broken—and he loves it.

He doesn't know how much time passes but eventually the two fae slow down until they still entirely, their cockheads still pressed right against the walls of his thoroughly bred womb. Illuga is gasping for air by the time Flins breaks their kiss, his vision blurry, chest heaving and his ears faintly ringing; his body feels heavy, as if his limbs were made of lead, and sweat makes his skin shine, his fringe damp and sticking to his forehead.

But through it all Illuga is aware of the tender way he's being touched, someone—or maybe the two halves of his beloved at the same time—peppering small kisses all over his face, his neck, his shoulders and wherever they can reach.

Illuga sighs contently, his eyes slipping shut momentarily but opening when he feels the body pressed against his front lean away from him. He sees Flins carefully put down his legs, Illuga faintly aware of how the muscles ache already.

His gaze drifts from Flins and towards his own body and Illuga gets to see the way his belly bulges out obscenely, his womb so thoroughly filled to the brim with the two fae's cum that he looks several months pregnant already. A hand—Kyryll's for what Illuga can see—rests right on top of the swell of his abdomen, softly caressing him.

"I hope... I hope it takes...", is the last thing Illuga mutters before his vision fades to black, his body beyond exhausted but safe in between the embrace of his beloved.

It is the lack of a body next to him, wrapped around his own, that wakes Illuga up the next morning.

His vision is still a bit blurry with sleep but he has woken up so many times in Flins' bedroom that he could recognize it even with his eyes closed; as such he doesn't panic or anything of sorts when waking up somewhere that isn't his house back in Piramida.

But not feeling Flins next to him is something to be worried about.

He touches his beloved's side of the bed and his heart calms a bit at feeling that the bedsheets are still warm, so perhaps Flins is still in the Lighthouse, either tending to the ghosts of the cemetery or perhaps even making something for Illuga to eat.

The thought makes Illuga smile and he rolls to lie down on where Flins would be if he were here.

Or so he tries.

The moment Illuga moves he groans in pain, almost every single muscle of his body aching in ways they hadn't ever since he started training as a ratnik years ago. He opts to remain lying where he is and accept his fate of staying on the bed until Flins comes back to carry him—he owes it to Illuga after all the stuff he and Kyryll did to him last night.

The thought of Kyryll startles him—what happened to him after Illuga fell unconscious? Had Lumine been able to deal with the ley line disorder? Are Flins and Kyryll downstairs going at each other's throat, taking the chance to do so while Illuga slept?

Countless questions about Kyryll's fate go through Illuga's mind but the sound of footsteps approaching interrupt his thoughts. The door opens and through it comes Flins, dressed in just a shirt and pants but not looking any less elegant, a glass of water in hand.

"Oh, you are awake. Here—let me help you, my dear", Flins says before making his way towards Illuga.

He sets the glass on the nightstand before sitting down on the bed and carefully mandhandling Illuga so the young ratnik sits on his lap, the fae's body a comforting warmth against his own. He is then offered the glass and Illuga gladly gulps it down in a single sip, not having realized earlier how parched he was.

More awake and with a clearer mind, Illuga at last takes notice of the current state of his body: he's clad in one of Flins' sleepwear shirts, the hem reaching all the way to his thighs but even then Illuga can see the bright hickeys and bruises littered all over the supple flesh, and he can't even begin to fathom how his neck must look like—probably as if he's been mauled by a Rishboland Tiger; he feels clean, no leftover cum leaking of his tender pussy and his belly...

Illuga lays a hand over his stomach and he feels mildly disappointed that his belly is flat once again, no bulge present as evidence of last night's events.

And of course Flins notices the gesture, his eyes always watching him with rapt attention, "I must say, I'm still quite surprised by the young master's rather... lewd words from last night. It makes me wonder from where did you learn such stuff".

Illuga hides his face with his hands, "D-Don't even start, why the heck did I say such embarrassing things...?", he groans pitifully.

"Oh, but I rather enjoyed seeing you get loose like that, and I'm sure my younger self did too".

That makes Illuga still completely before looking at Flins through his fingers, "...You didn't kill him, right?"

"Heavens above, do you see me capable of doing such a thing?", Flins, renowned ratnik soldier, asks him innocently, a hand over where his coreflame is.

"You're not answering the question!".

Flins chuckles and takes his hands in between his own, "Worry not, Lumine came by earlier to inform that the ley line disorder has been fixed. Kyryll vanished not long after but not before leaving a message for you".

"And what is the message?", Illuga asks with curiosity.

Flins leans down to kiss at his temple, "That he loves you already... And that he dearly wishes you to be pregnant with his child".

Illuga is left speechless, his cheeks turning crimson; he should feel offended by it now that his mind is clear, he should feel furious by how daring Kyryll was, he should—

"I... I wouldn't be opposed to it...", is what Illuga ends up muttering, looking away mortified as he says it.

"Hm? My dear young master is fine with carrying another man's child?", Flins says, his voice tinted with a hint of something dangerous, of pure obsession and jealousy that Illuga still finds utterly ridiculous. "Perhaps I should fill you up a bit more to be sure it is my seed that it takes", he purrs, his hands reaching for the hem of the shirt Illuga is wearing.

"Huh? Now? W-Wait, Flins, I didn't even have breakfast yet...! Flins—!!".