HavocDreams

Giving Eden the green light to "return the favor" in their group's sexual endeavors had been an…interesting experience. The amount of planning that went into it, the amount of experimenting that they went through. Learning where to step back, where to intervene, when to reassure, when to give and take. It felt wrong to try and describe it, too personal and intimate to ever recreate in words.

And Wheylan was late. Wheylan was late to the experience.

They looked up from their blueprints, watching Eden plunge his tongue into Dukemir's mouth once more. Hands reached from behind their duke, teasing the man's chest. Ah, right, the vessel. Wheylan almost forgot about that one. Dukemir let out a throaty moan, thrusting up against Eden, arms twitching in their binds.

Well, fuck, wasn't that quite the wet dream.

The wheelwright squirmed in their seat, gripping their papers and pencil tightly. Curses, they were going to be too distracted to keep working.

Another groan.

A line shot across the page they were writing on, the tip of the pencil breaking off. Wheylan huffed, turning it over to the sad stub of an eraser and attempting to fix their notes, only for something to stand in front of them. They looked up, light green eyes staring almost piercingly down at them. Wheylan held the gaze for a few seconds, then looked away and sighed, embarrassed.

Wordlessly, they stood up, gesturing for the vessel in front of them to take the seat. It cocked its head, doing so. Once it seemed comfortable, Wheylan flopped onto it, resting their face against the other's chest. Their work was taken, placed gently on the vanity.

That was enough tinkering for the day, it seemed.

The wheelwright nuzzled into the body beneath them, sighing as they felt arms wrap around their waist.

"I'm alright, Sanctuary," Wheylan murmured, pressing their face against the vessel's, huffing as he felt it try to initiate a kiss. Cute.

Dukemir let out a heavy heave from behind them. Seems the two finally split apart. Wheylan glanced over. Yep. They preened as they saw his dazed face, an almost sadistic smile emerging.

"You're so mean to him," they snickered as they indulged the vessel with a kiss, sighing leisurely into it as he was pulled into something deeper.

The vessel said nothing, merely smiling against his face. Wheylan squeaked into the kiss as he felt one hand trail underneath his shirt, the other hovering near his ass.

Wheylan reached up and flicked the vessel's forehead, "No, no, Eden. Not right now, okay? Why not warm me up first, and then we can see where this goes?"

The vessel paused, it's hand's sticking to feeling under their shirt. Wheylan let out an accepting hum, voicing their approval. The vessel then nodded, dipping its head to meet Wheylan's lips once more. The wheelwright chortled, their arms looping around the vessel's neck and letting themself be swept up in the feeling.

Dukemir let out a growl eyes glancing over at the deepening kiss between his dear heart and the other vessel. The vessel touching him then tweaked one of his piercings, bringing his attention back to Eden.

"My lord, please keep your eyes on me, Lord Wheylan will join us soon enough…"

The vessel with the wheelwright pulled away, lips grazing the shorter one's, "…won't you, my lord?"

Dukemir heard a strangled moan in response. His cock throbbed heavily at the sound, precum streaming down in droves. Eden lowered a finger and caressed the duke's growing knot, careful not to touch the cracks that laid below it.

"Ever the strapping body, my lord," Eden praised, breaths uneven, a wide smile on his face, "And you have done so well for me."

The vessel behind the duke licked a stripe up his neck, teeth lightly brushing against the porcelain skin. The gesture was not followed through, though, as Eden had other plans.

The blinded puppet pulled back, sliding lower down Dukemir's legs, and sat firmly on the nobleman's thighs. The vessel on the bed wrapped its arms around Dukemir's waist, its head resting on the puppet's shoulder. Even as the duke took in deep breaths, he stayed put. Eden nodded approvingly, turned, then tilted his head at the events on the couch.

At this point, Wheylan had been stripped bare, the puppet lying lax in the chair, something wet staining the insides of their thighs. The vessel that had been toying with him was wrapping his feet in bandages, peppering little kisses on the wheelwright's legs. Their third looked over and waved lazily, eyes slightly dazed.

"…hm?" They asked, giggling as their accompanying vessel scooped them into its arms.

"My lord," Eden greeted, the vessel walking to the bed and maneuvering Wheylan into Eden's lap. The peasant leaned into their lover and cooed, using the opportunity to nuzzle against Eden's cheek. The extra vessel sat on the side, eyes sliding over to watch Dukemir.

Eden reached down and clasped his hands with Wheylan's, "You are so stunning, my lord. Could I make a request?"

Wheylan blinked slowly for a moment, eyes fixated on Dukemir's shaft, then nodded, "Yeah, always, Sanctuary. What is it?"

Hands trailed down towards Wheylan's stomach, "I understand that it has been…quite some time…since you last took our lord, yes?"

"Yep." Wheylan shivered, pupils dilating as they bucked into the gesture.

"And why might that be, would you say, my lord?" Eden slipped a few fingers into their warmth, Wheylan gasping at the touch.

"Eugh, um…because ah- Eden, let me speak-!" The wheelwright shrieked as the fingers went deeper, their walls pulsing desperately around the units, "He's been busy! Busy with- kingdom!"

"He has, my lord," Eden sighed pensively, head shaking remorsefully, "Look at how well you takes my fingers, my lord. It appears our duke has been neglectful as of late. You are so needy."

Something clicked in Wheylan's mind, the wheelwright's dazed smile turning a little sharper, "Oh, he- ah- really has. It's very tragic- Eden- don't- guh- rub there- to see, my dear Sanctuary. Neglecting us both."

"Yes, indeed, my lord."

The two stared directly at Dukemir, the duke's aroused haze temporarily halted as he took in their disappointed looks. The broad puppet shifted in his spot nervously, movements stifled by the weight of the other two sitting on him and the vessel still holding onto his waist.

Wheylan broke the stare first, hips grinding against Eden's fingers impatiently. The ex-acolyte nosed the peasant's curls, fingers moving once more. Wheylan looked up at their lover, hands reaching up to lower Eden's head just a smidge. Both lips' parted, and Wheylan was swept up into another deep kiss.

Slowly but surely, Eden's fingers were able to go deeper, spreading his lover open for a little surprise. All their moans were swallowed by his hunger, the wetness between their legs grew. Eden and Dukemir were soon coated with their essence.

Something shifted under Wheylan, and they jolted, accidentally interrupting their kissing session. They glanced down, eyes widening and head pulling away to get a better look. A string of saliva parted between the two, staining their lips and chin wonderfully.

They gasped, "Eden?"

The blinded puppet licked his lips and made a rather audible swallowing sound, "Yes, my lord?"

"Are you ah- sure about this?" Wheylan looked into the eyes of one of the vessels, "You haven't really…you know…done- Eden I swear- this."

"I am very sure, my lord."

Was that pride in his voice? Wheylan suppressed a scoff.

"And you'll stop if you don't want to keep going? This is an order, Eden." Wheylan narrowed his eyes at Eden, the puppet and his vessels nodding.

"Of course," They all answered, voices softening to persuade the other.

Wheylan gave them all a look before rolling their eyes and shaking their head, "Well, alright. Um…what- Sanctuary you lovable shit- about your fingers?"

Eden smiled cheerily down at the wheelwright and plunged them in once more, ripping a strangled moan from the other. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, free hand caressing Wheylan's side. The shorter grasped Eden's length and, after some shaky movements, sat down on it, head falling backwards to lay on Dukemir's chest. The duke panted, his sharper teeth finally making an appearance.

And then Eden moved.

Moans emerged from all sides, the lovers' energy shifting with the new developments. Wheylan was pulled back, properly seated on Eden's cock, and bounced, hands gripping their hips with an unrestrained, fervent need.

Dukemir and Wheylan's eyes met, both pupils' blown wide with their desire. The vessel behind Dukemir grinned, still toying with the duke.

"Sanc- Sanctuary," Wheylan whined, eyes moving to a vessel, "Can we ki-?"

Eden's free hand shot up around Wheylan's neck and pulled them close, tongue shooting into the shorter one's mouth. He consumed as many of the other's whimpers and moans as he could, shuddering as he felt them tighten around his length.

His vessels watched as the wheelwright's eyes glistened with tears, their body quivering as Eden took and took and took.

The mattress creaked as the two puppets fucked, the free vessel coming closer to wipe away Wheylan's tears. It watched, enraptured, as the peasant shuddered at the touch, their body tensing at the sensations.

"Already so close, my lord? You squeeze so lovingly around me," the vessel teased, a hand going down to poke at Wheylan's entrance, "Fall into the pleasure, my lord. I have you."

Wheylan let out a confused noise, what-

The vessel pushed its fingers in, brushing against Eden's cock. A scream escaped Wheylan, echoing throughout the room, even with Eden's attempts to consume that, too. He groaned as his lord convulsed in his hold, his movements growing slicker with each pulse of the other's walls.

A little hiccup emerged from Wheylan as Eden continued his ministrations, the taller having at least enough clarity to pull back and let Wheylan breathe. Their tears streamed down heavier, tongues lolling out uselessly as they attempted to gather themself. Eden and his vessel rubbed their cheeks against Wheylan's, garnering a minute sigh from the smaller puppet. They shakily reached up and tucked some of Eden's hair behind his ear, giving him the slightest of smiles.

"Very good, Eden, so very good." They whispered shakily.

The vessels and Eden froze, Dukemir giving Wheylan a worried glance, though it was rather clouded by lust. The wheelwright merely kept their smile, internally already accepting their fate.

"My lord," Eden moaned, movements growing faster, more desperate, "My lord, oh, my lord, please let me have more, let me hear more from you, my lord. Please-"

Wheylan shushed their dear, giggles emerging from their mouth, "Of course, Sanctuary. So good for me, why not take your reward while you're at it, hm? My good, sweet, dear Sanctuary."

Eden keened and thrust a few more times, stilling as deep as he could within his lord. The vessels let out a few shudders as he came, Wheylan stroking his hair as best as their quivering hands could.

They grunted as the free vessel pulled its fingers out, literally dripping with their shared spend. Wheylan watched curiously as it brought said fingers to its mouth, lapping at each digit languidly, as if savoring the taste. They clenched around Eden, the puppet twitching weakly inside of them.

Once his twitches subsided, Eden pulled out. Wheylan let out a whine as they saw more leak, a pout on their face.

"Sanctuary, your hard work…"

"Nothing that can't be easily replaced, my lord," he responded smoothly, "But fear not, my lord, I will collect the rest of my reward later."

Wheylan's eyes narrowed, "Uh huh…Wait- Eden- Eden- Eden I swear-"

The vessel holding onto Dukemir let go, Eden sliding Wheylan over to their duke. Wheylan blinked as they were spun around to face Dukemir, the other's arms pressing them close, teeth grazing their shoulder.

Oh.

"If-this-is-about-the-carriage-" They babbled, squirming in Dukemir's hold.

"Please bite, my lord. Remind our wheelwright who they belong to." Eden ordered, the vessels eyes glowing much brighter than before.

"Eden-you-can't-just-use-my-words- mph!" The vessel plunged its tongue into Wheylan's mouth, this time successfully taking their scream away.

Dukemir then bit down hard, Wheylan's porcelain cracking as small rivets of blood started to stream down, another bite joining the growing amount on their body. The wheelwright came on the noble's cock, Dukemir taking the opportunity to slam himself into Wheylan, knot being the only thing left outside.

The duke rocked as best he could, hips becoming flush with Wheylan's ass. Eden reached out and took one of Wheylan's hands into his own, stroking it as Dukemir's pace picked up, the whole bed moving with the puppet's thrusts. The final vessel helped wrap Wheylan's legs around Dukemir's waist, giving the duke more leverage for their activities.

The other grunted, lapping at the bite he left behind, Wheylan spluttering between giggles and moans.

"Searchlight, please, be nice," They whined, little wheezes coming quickly.

Dukemir finished tending to the wound, eye gleaming as he nosed Wheylan's neck. The wheelwright nosed the other back, eyes staring at the duke's lips adamantly.

"Kiss?" they teased, Dukemir's eye crinkling and sweeping them into one.

Eden's hands clenched as he watched the two's actions grow more frenzied, Dukemir starting to pick up his pace. Wheylan's eyes drifted over to one of the vessels, head beckoning for the blinded puppet to move. Eden felt Wheylan let go of his hand, it going up to stroke Dukemir's hair.

Not wanting to be caught in the frenzy Dukemir was in, Eden moved away. He and his vessels watched as Wheylan pulled away from the kiss, eyes heavily lidded before closing fully. They then threw their head back as Dukemir's knot pressed insistently against them, the thing almost fully inflated now.

The ex-clergypuppet mourned the loss of his lover's touch, though he couldn't hold back his smile as he watched them try to reach out to grab him before they were fucked truly senseless. He was still wanted, still needed.

As a compromise, and to spare anyone an awkward trip to the healer's for a messed up joint, Eden linked their pinkies together, Wheylan's worn porcelain making for a nice contrast against his exposed claws. The wheelwright relaxed, body loosening just enough to let Dukemir in fully.

Both parties let out a yelp as the duke slipped in, sealing the two together. Wheylan let out a garbled moan, tears slipping out once more. Even without as much space to move, Dukemir continued to piston his way inside, using the moment to slip his tongue back into Wheylan's mouth, the other giving up at that point and going slack.

The vessels fully pulled away (finally), Dukemir pressing Wheylan into the sheets. Eden watched carefully, taking in every shift in his partners bodies.

Wheylan wouldn't be able to keep up, not tonight, that much he could tell, and even with Dukemir's almost feral movements, the duke understood that, too.

Perhaps it was a mercy, then, that Dukemir had been kept on the cusp of finishing long before the wheelwright came back to the abode. Eden grinned as he watched Dukemir's pace hasten, the broad puppet chasing his release.

Just a few thrusts later, and Dukemir reached his peak. Wheylan tensed again, scant giggles bubbling out of them.

And there was Eden's cue.

He and his vessels stood up, moving around the room with a new fervor. Blankets, rags, sleepwear, a small, half-filled wash basin. All adamantly focused on retrieving what they needed, tunnel vision working in his favor.

The blinded puppet came back to his lovers, their positions changed. Dukemir now laid on the bed while Wheylan sat up in the other's lap, eyes still closed. Both heads turned to acknowledge Eden's return.

Dukemir smiled warmly, patting the open space beside him, "You have our thanks, darling soul."

Eden and the vessels took their spots around the duo. One vessel's eyes swept the bed, the other moved over to stroke Dukemir's cheek.

Eden himself went to sit between the duke's legs, holding onto Wheylan's waist and kissing the shorter one's nape, "I am always willing to show my devotion to you, my lords."

Dukemir took the vessel's hand and kissed the back of it, smiling as said vessel grinned back.

"We are not done, my lord, do not forget that," the vessel chided.

Dukemir chuckled nervously, "Ah, of course, dear soul…"

"…But perhaps we should finish with our heart, yes?"

Wheylan grunted at the mention, "No… no we don't."

"Are you alright, my lord?" Eden whispered, kissing ceasing.

Wheylan shook his head, "I think if I open my eyes, I'm going to cry."

Dukemir cooed, "That is alright, dear heart. Is it the usual?"

"No. It's…it's silly, this time," they leaned onto Eden, hands moving to hold onto Dukemir's legs.

Eden and Dukemir shared a glance, "May we know what it is this time, my lord?"

Wheylan fidgeted, grimacing as the knot caught on them, "This is the first time Eden has seen me like this."

"And I find you to be glorious, my lord," the ex-acolyte encouraged, his vessels eyes glowing as they admired the wheelwright's body.

"We will always see you as beautiful, dear heart," Dukemir added, hands reaching over to stroke over the spot they were connected, "So very beautiful."

Wheylan's eyes opened, eyes trailing down to the spot, "You're both…ugh. Thank you, though. I suppose I'm pretty."

"Very," the others agreed.

Wheylan snorted, a smile gracing their lips, "Fuck you. Not- not literally. I'm too tired for that."

"Would you be amenable to a little more spoiling, my lord?" Eden offered, "I recall that you did not want this to go to waste."

"And I did promise you that reward, didn't I? Yeah, sure, why not," Wheylan wiggled on Dukemir's knot, both sides groaning as it popped out, "But I want our duke to have a taste, too. It's only fair."

Eden observed as Wheylan pulled themself off, Dukemir's cock slipping out, still somewhat stiff. They held a hand under themself, legs struggling to keep them up.

The vessels helped Wheylan move from their spot to hover over Dukemir's face, the duke's eye dilating at the sight.

His tongue flicked out and plunged itself inside, Wheylan yelping and falling onto the duke. The noble's hands moved to hold onto the other's thighs, audible slurping emerging.

Eden moved to sit beside Wheylan, his beloved rubbing their head against him as Dukemir feasted. They looked to one of the vessels, pointing at the sheets. It nodded, moving to grab some fresh ones outside.

"Save some for Sanctuary, Searchlight," they chided, "And don't forget the vessels. I'm not the one in trouble here, remember?"

Dukemir lifted Wheylan off, tongue darting out to get a few extra drops. Wheylan gave him a pointed look, turning around to hook their legs around Eden and coax him downward.

"You're turn, Sanctuary."

Eden happily obliged, shoving himself as forward as he could into the other. Wheylan let out a soft 'aw' at the attempt, Dukemir chuckling. He took that as his own cue to move, stretching for a moment before moving off the bed, opening the door slightly to let the other vessel back inside.

Sheets now in hand and lovers now occupied without him, Dukemir checked on both vessels, indulging in their touches and teasing. Seeing no damage, he kissed both on the cheeks, pointedly ignoring their own examinations.

The duke then shifted his focus to the bed. It wouldn't do any of them good to sleep in stained sheets, and it seemed the other two had moved closer to an edge, Wheylan almost about to fall off. Not that either seemed to mind. If anything, Wheylan seemed to be encouraging it, almost goading Eden into seeing how much the other into taking.

He picked up any stray articles of clothing, a vessel following him with the basket. He used a rag to clean up the chair Wheylan had been sitting on, a vessel patting the chair dry. He arranged the papers on his vanity, a vessel looking at them in distain. He shivered as a vessel nipped at his shoulder, another reminder of what was still awaiting him.

"Shit- Sanctuary-"

They all turned to see Wheylan reach their final climax, Eden taking it all in. He only moved once the wheelwright whimpered from the overstimulation, pitch revealing their discomfort.

The blonde puppet reached over and lifted Wheylan into his lap, finishing swallowing whatever had been left. He then nosed their curls, a vessel moving to take them into its own arms.

"Haha…good luck with our duke, Sanctuary," Wheylan giggled, slack in the vessel's hold.

"Thank you, my lord."

Dukemir gulped, grunting as he was once again brought onto the bed, arms being tied much more firmly this time.

Jade green eyes glowed, possessiveness heavy in the other's gaze.

"Where were we, my lord?"

~

A hand pushed aside orange locks, a blurry purple meeting green. The room was dark, any means of light extinguished. A figure laid beside the duke, holding him in its arms, lidded eyes shining brightly.

The hand placed a wet rag on Dukemir's forehead, a small nuzzle to his neck following after. Dukemir blinked, brain still catching up with everything.

"You're really out of it, Searchlight," the voice whispered, "How long did you two keep going?"

"Until early morning, my lord," another voice whispered back.

The first snorted and retreated, laughing into the pillow below them, "Fuck, really?"

"Indeed."

Some shuffling, the small clack of porcelain landing on porcelain. A content sigh, a hand reaching out to intertwine with one of Dukemir's. The duke's eyes blearily looked to his side, two pairs of eyes looking back at him amusedly.

"Afternoon, Searchlight."

"Hello again, my lord."

Dukemir solidified, smiling broadly at the two, "And a good afternoon to you both, dear heart, darling soul."

"Sorry for spending so much time away," Wheylan sighed, a tinge of sadness coming through, "But I'm- we're here now."

Eden preened, "Thank you, my lord."

Dukemir grimaced, "I apologize as well, my soul. Duties are always beckoning for me."

"I know, my lord," Eden replied flatly.

"Well, they're not going to call you today. Everyone will be fine if you're here. Today is an 'us' day," Wheylan insisted, "Plus, Servi brought coffee. It might still be warm. We could lay here, have a nice breakfast. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Dukemir had to concede, "It does, my heart."

"Great. Awesome. Eden, can you help me up?"

Dukemir watched as a vessel slipped out of the room, likely going out to fetch the breakfast. Seems this had been planned already. He sat up, the vessel attached to him still sticking to him fiercely.

Eden slid under Wheylan, helping them sit up in the bed, now squishing their face against the ex-acolyte's chest.

"I'm so glad we get a day together," the wheelwright chirped, "I hope we can have more like these."

"I wish for more as well, my lord," Eden nodded.

Dukemir's smile went stiff. That would be nice, wouldn't it? Ah, it would. Still…the kingdom needed him, didn't they? Would they truly be fine without his intervention?

His free hand clenched. Still, if Eden felt that the only way to keep him here was through exhaustion alone…

Surely… surely one day would be alright. He could make up for that later on. He could. He would.

"My lord?"

The vessel's hand waved in front of him, "My lord, what about you?"

Dukemir's smile returned tenfold, his arms reaching out to embrace the other two puppets, "Of course, my dears, of course."