#ayato.posted

It was almost too much, the hard stare from your lord and the gentle mouthing of Thoma. Your face was warm and you felt faint, your cunt was thoroughly used as your legs were bent to your chest once more. Thoma just couldn't help himself when it came to your sloppy pussy. The lewd squelching it made drove him mad as he whimpered, his flushed face glancing up at the icy haired man who was sitting on the foot of the bed.

"My lord please let them cum again! I would like to make them cum again." Thoma's words were barely registered by you. Your eyes rolled as drool was trailing its way down your chin, each of Thoma's frantic but strong thrusts lurched your body. Your hips rose which formed a roll, the same roll that your beloved lord kisses and praises so much. the same roll that leads to him breeding you endlessly where he should be doing clan work.

Ayato just gave a charming smile, watching Thoma rut pathetically against your spent body, knowing that you simply couldn't cum anymore than you had. The way your eyes rolled and how your body grew lax beneath the pyro user was the tell tale sign that you were gone. not a single thought in your head as Thoma continuously fucked your sweet cunt.

You babbled, hands weakly clawing at Thoma's shoulders. The sting from your nails earned a hiss from him as he bottomed out, his balls tightening as he nearly came. He bit down on his bottom lip, his hands digging into the soft fat that sat on your hips, his fingers digging into the warm flesh as he squeezed. He drew his hips back and nearly groaned at the sight of your cream soiling and coating his cock. He grew dizzy from the sight alone as he looked back up at his lord.

"Pl-please M'lord... Just one more.. O-One more please." He begged, his gaze drifting down as his mouth watered slightly. The evident bulge that was hidden behind those tight pants Ayato always wore left little to Thomas' imagination. The tight strain was definitely uncomfortable but it was bearable when he was allotted the scene of Thoma whimpering and begging whilst he was balls deep in you.

Your stomach rolled more when Thoma pressed your legs tighter to your chest with his shoulders, his hands gripping at the soft love-handles at your hips as he saw white. His cock twitched, cumming as he took heavy and shaky breaths. He kept you pinned firmly beneath him as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck panting and basically huffing your scent. His chest was heaving as you could only lay there and take everything he's giving you.

Ayato watched thoma closely, his cool gaze never leaving the both of you as he stood, calmly walking around the bed to where thoma had you folded in half beneath him. He ran a gloved hand up Thoma's back slowly, the cold leather of it sending a shiver down his spine as he weakly lifted his head, only for Ayato to grab his chin. "Be a good boy Thoma and pull out for me."

He nodded with a flushed face, slowly leaning up as he pulled himself from your stuffed cunt, his gaze glued to the way the mix of cum seeping from you. A soft whimper leaving you when he was gone from on top of you, feeling empty as the sticky mess dripped down your ass. Your chest heaving as you finally were able to catch your breath, taking the brief moment to relax. Ayato smiled softly at the sight of you, his pretty dove, so divine laying on his bed thoroughly used by his housemaid.

Ayato leaned over and cupped your face, pressing a soft kiss to your nose to catch your attention, watching your hazy gaze shift towards him as he smiled softly, "There's my baby... Are you okay after that?"

His question almost went unanswered until you gave him a soft nod, still too dizzy on your high to form a coherent thought. Closing your eyes, you leaned your head into his palm, finding comfort in the cold leather gloves that he wore. Ayato let go of your face briefly, turning to grab the warmed towel that he had prepped a few minutes prior as he gingerly wiped your face free from the spit and drool that coated your chin.

He continued to wipe down your body, dragging the warm rag over every soiled part of you, leaning down to trail soft kisses and mumble praises onto your freshly cleaned skin. Each of his kisses and mumbles warmed you, your hand lazily finding his head as you rested it on the back, playing with the pale strands. He focused his praises and kisses to your sternum, peppering the skin gently with his adoration. He worked slowly, the towel being dragged between your legs as he cleaned you up, being mindful of how sensitive you may be after having multiple orgasms ripped from you.

He tossed the towel away when he was done, sitting down on the bed as he drew you into his arms. You curled against him, nestling your face in his chest as you relaxed in his arms, comforted by his warmth. His attention turned to Thoma, who had just returned from freshening himself in the bathroom, coaxing him over with a wave of his hand. "Come Thoma, it's time to relax now."