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The first time he saw how your slick saturates your pubic hair, his jaw slackened. Zayne had never seen anything more enticing. The way it glistens and clings to the strands as he pulls your slit apart with his thumbs mesmerises him every time.

If he’s not careful, Zayne will kneel before you and nuzzle into your mons for long periods, holding your hips while breathing in your scent. To prolong the moment, he’ll work two fingers into you while he presses heavy kisses to your curls. He loves the feeling of your downy soft hair against his skin. He craves the smell of your arousal, needs it to overwhelm his senses. The simple act melts away his stress.

It’s no accident how messy he is. Zayne likes you messy. He finds there's something addictive about it, about being the one to make you that way. While you lie spent in his bed, he’ll often kneel between your legs and thumb your clit while his cum leaks out of you, spreading your combined orgasms through your curls. He’s gently marking you as his in one of the few ways he will allow himself.

Zayne knows all too well the increased sensation pubic hair can bring during sex, and you would be forgiven if you assumed he’s only using that knowledge to his advantage when he grinds his pelvis into your pubic bone as he fucks you. Every movement creates delicious friction that makes your legs quiver and your breath stutter. You play into it too, grinding down onto him like he inadvertently taught you, never noticing that it makes him come faster.

Details and warning: Foursome, Transmasc Grian, Transfem Pearl, Hair pulling, multiple orgasms, sorta dubcon(Etho like never gets to talk but he is given an out), death threats(Grian just threatened to kill Etho a bunch)

Grian was pissed, Etho could tell that much. Gem was almost just as angry, and Pearl seemed to just follow whatever they were feeling as well, though she clearly didn’t care as much. But Grian was pissed, and Etho could feel his eyes on his back as he dug out another section of the square hole as punishment. 

Etho tried not to think about it too much. His little friends with benefits situation he had with the Villies might be coming to an end, just because of his sheer stupidity and boogyman blindness that seemed to take over his body. He really did enjoy it, his situation with the trio, as it was a good bit different than his deal with the rest of the cabin boys. While the cabin boys could be rough and ready at any moment, Etho’s relationship with the Villies was softer and some could say even sillier. 

Etho tried to pretend he wasn’t at least a little turned on by this entire thing. He felt like prey being hunted by a predator. He ignored Grian’s staring, trying to hide his half hard bulge from the other man. He wasn’t exactly sure what Grian’s approach was, whether he was going to kill Etho or fuck him into the ground. Etho, and his growing hardness, really hoped it was the latter, especially if Gem and Pearl were also involved.

The two spent maybe all of 15 minutes before Etho heard Grian’s pickaxe stop swinging and no more stone breaking. He went to turn around to see what Grian’s plan was, before his shoulders were grabbed and his chest was slammed into the stone in front of him. Etho had to hold his head back from being slammed into the wall as well. Before a voice spoke, he felt a body, much smaller than his own, press into his back. 

“This is not for you to enjoy, ok? You’re going to sit here, give me what I want, and not complain, got it?” Grian’s voice was dark, speaking roughly into Etho’s ear. “You fucked up, so now you’re going to make it up to me. For as long as I want.” Grian grabbed his shoulders again, turning him back around and now slamming his back into the stone and crashing their lips together. Etho was quick to assume position, closing his eyes and letting Grian take the lead, though not before pressing his thigh in between the smaller’s legs. Grian’s hips rolled forward as he bit on Etho’s lower lip, causing the taller to gasp. Grian took the open opportunity to shove his tongue into Etho’s mouth, asserting his dominance over the situation even further.

The two sloppily made out for a few minutes, hips bucking against each other, before Etho heard the wood of a nearby ladder creaking. As curious as he was, Etho didn’t dare pull back to look, mostly because he could assume who was approaching, but also because he was slightly scared of what Grian might do to him. Luckily, he didn’t need to wait long to confirm his suspicions, as Grian detached, panting.

“You are not to touch or ask for anything. You’re here for us, to make up for all the shit you pulled today, you hear?” Grian gave him a few seconds if he wanted to back out, or called a time out, or anything. Etho gave a small, but firm nod, not breaking eye contact. In an instant, Grian’s eyes turned dark again. He put his hands back onto Etho’s shoulders and Etho was ready for heated kissing, but instead was pulled away from the way and onto his knees instantly. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen, ok?” Grian grabbed Etho’s hair and yanked back to force Etho to look him in the eyes. “You’re going to suck me off, without touching yourself, or I’ll kill you. Then, it’s all three of us at once,” Grian gestured to Gem and Pearl standing behind him, looking very interested in the scene in front of them. “And if you so much as one sound, it’s over for you. This is not about you. I don’t care if you cum, I don’t care if you don’t. You’re here for us to use.” 

With that, Grian shoved Etho away from him slightly, before moving to unzip his pants and take them off. Etho, thanks to color of Grian’s underwear, could see a clear dark, wet patch outlining Grian’s arousal. A second later, Grian’s underwear followed his pants, revealing his needy hole, clenching slightly. 

Once again, Grian roughly grabbed Etho’s hair, pulling him forward into his crotch. Grian made no moves to make it easier for the other man, instead leaving Etho to worm his tongue down and into Grian’s hole, finding his clit. 

Etho licked a long, broad stripe up Grian’s hole, ending it by circling the tip of his tongue around Grian’s rock hard clit. Grian doubled over slightly, balling his hands in Etho’s hair, letting out breathy moans.

Etho continued to eagerly lap at Grian's leaking hole, using the whole of his tongue to lick around Grian’s hole and focusing the tip of his tongue on his clit. Etho pulled back slightly to take a deep breath, his eyes catching on Gem and Pearl, caught in their own world, hips pressed against each other and lips locked tightly. 

Etho dove back in, lapping up the slick leaking from Grian, now switching to shoving his tongue up into Grian’s loosened hole. 

“Ohhh, yeah, keep going, almost there, oh,” Grain’s eyes were screwed shut, pulling sharply on Etho’s hair. Grian humped his mouth for a few more minutes before freezing up slightly, but pulling Etho closer. Etho continued licking around grains hole, sucking up the slick gushing out of Grian’s pussy, before Grian pushed him away, panting.

“Take off your clothes and get on your back.” Grian spat at him. He looked back at Gem and Pearl, who were now pulled away from each other. Grian motioned for the both of them to take off their clothes before removing the rest of his own. A small pile of various armor, pants, and shirts formed towards the wall next to them. 

“I’m going to ride you, Gem’s taking your mouth, and Pearl’s going in your ass, and you’re going to take it without a single complaint, or I’m going to kill you.” Grian made a point to end every command with a reminder that this is supposed to be a punishment, that he could take Etho down to yellow at any moment. 

The next few moments happened in a blur to Etho, with the trio taking their position on all sides of him. His entire view was obstructed by Gem’s glistening pussy lowering down onto his face. Etho caught a glimpse of Gem’s proud smirk before closing his eyes, taking inventory of his entire body. 

Pearl shoved two fingers into Etho’s unprepped asshole without warning, clearly wanting to get her main event started as soon as possible. Etho got lost in the feeling of Pearl pumping her fingers in and out of him and the radiating warmth of Gem’s own arousal before he was quickly snapped back to reality by Grian’s searing heat hovering over his hard cock. 

Instead of immediately dropping down like Etho expected, Grian let just the tip of Etho’s dick enter him, letting out a soft moan. Etho then felt the blunt tip of Pearl’s cock breach his own asshole, also not entering him the entire way.

“Ready?” Grian asked, and though Etho couldn’t see who he might’ve been looking to when he said that, he could assume it wasn’t aimed towards him. There must’ve been some sort of nonverbal signal, because in an instant, Grian relaxed his thighs, dropping down entirely onto Etho, and Pearl snapped her hips forward sharply, burying her cock deep into Etho’s ass. 

The combined stimulation, coupled with the delicious smell of Gem’s dripping pussy directly above his nose and mouth sent Etho into overdrive, cumming instantly into Grian’s hot cunt. That didn’t deter any of the trio, however, as Grian started to ride Etho’s overstimulated cock that never actually softened following his orgasm. 

Pearl was thrusting into Etho in a pattern to match Grian’s movements. Whenever Grian lifted himself off of Etho, Pearl would thrust deep into Etho, and whenever Pearl would pull away, Grian would slam himself back down onto Etho's cock. Gem, however, was not moving, instead pulling Etho’s hair, similarly to how Grian did early, right into her warm hole. 

“Etho,” Grian said sharply, “if you don’t get your head out of your ass right now, I’m going to kill you.” That woke Etho up slightly, enough to recognize that Gem didn’t expect to put any effort into her pleasure, instead expecting Etho to do all the work. 

Etho, with renewed vigor, licked up into Gem, widening his tongue as much as possible to open up Gem’s folds and like a broad stripe on her pussy. Like he did with Grian, he switched between large, lapping strokes with his tongue, small kitten licks to her clit, and spearing his tongue up into her hole. 

Meanwhile, Grian is riding Etho’s cock like he needs it to live, lifting himself to the very tip before relaxing his thighs, letting gravity slam him back down. His movements are getting sloppier the closer he gets to a second orgasm, his head thrown back and his open mouth moans bouncing off the wide walls of the square hole. If someone were to talk by the Villie’s tower right now, they would definitely be able to hear what was happening below them.

Grian braces himself on Etho’s chest, both hands pressing hand onto Etho’s pecs. There are tears in Grian’s eyes as he rides Etho’s cock as fast as he can. The amount of slick is definitely helping the speed at which he is sliding up and down on Etho. Grian doesn’t last much longer until he seizes up, about halfway down Etho’s cock, hole spasming and gushing more slick before he drops down the rest of the way, panting, but never moving off Etho’s cock. 

Behind him, Pearl set a rough pace into Etho’s asshole, aiming for something inside of him. It only took a few thrusts for Pearl to find his prostate, causing Etho to cum up into Grian’s still clenching hole. He let out a deep moan, right up into Gem’s pussy, causing the pit of arousal in her belly to snap.

Gem collapsed forward, bracing her self on her elbows set on either side of Etho’s face, as she lifted her twitching hips, breathing heavily as her pussy gushed fluid right into Etho’s mouth and nose. He continued to lap at Gem’s dripping hole until she lifted her hips high enough he wasn’t able to reach. 

“Switch?” Gem looked back at Grian, who had come down from his second orgasm of the night. Clearly, from the smirk he was wearing, it wouldn’t be his last. Grian pulled himself fully off of Etho’s cock, letting out a small breath at the feeling. Gem then stood up fully, assuming the position Grian was in moments before, and Grian doing the same, facing Gem this time instead of having is his back to her, like she did to him. 

Pearl continued to plow into Etho’s ass like her life depended on it. Just as Gem lowered herself carefully onto Etho’s already hard again cock, one hand on his chest and one hand holding Grian’s, Pearl’s thrusts became slightly erratic, giving a few last hard snaps of her hips, burying her cock deep into Etho’s ass, filling him up, but making no move to pull off.

Etho moaned loudly, his body a live wire as Pearl’s orgasm triggered another one of his own, cumming inside Gem’s leaking pussy before she had a moment to move. When he didn’t immediately feel Gem lift off his cock to drop down again, he opened his eyes, letting out another gasping moan as he saw Grian and Gem making out above him, their lips tightly locked, Grian feeling up on Gem’s tits and Gem rubbing on Grian’s nipples. 

Pearl caught Etho’s gaze, giving him a small sympathetic smile before she started to move her hips again, her cock having twitched back to life at the sight of the pair in front of her, much like Etho’s has. 

His body seemed to react on it’s own, as Etho’s hips snapped up slightly into Gem’s cum filled hole as Pearl rocked into Etho, though not as rough as last time. Gem startled slightly, breathing out a high moan into Grian’s mouth, lifting her hips to begin riding Etho. 

Grian fully sat himself on the lower half of Etho’s face before he dove right in, lapping up the evidence of Grian’s prior orgasm, as well as taking his own pleasure deep inside of Grian. Etho speared his tongue into Grian’s hole, scooping out what he could of his own cum. 

Gem and Grian continued to roughly make out, feeling each other up as their orgasms grew closer. Pearl was the first to snap. For how long her first orgasm took to approach, the second one was waiting impatiently right behind it. Just like before, she snapped her hips sharply, cumming deep against Etho’s prostate, setting him off as well.

Etho bucked his hips as well as he could up into Gem’s awaiting pussy, causing her to come once more again, gushing against his hips, darkening to stone underneath them with her fluid. Etho, as spent as he was after countless orgasm, continued spearing his tongue into Grian’s pulsing cunt, wanting to make him cum as fast as possible.

It didn’t take long for Grian to start riding Etho’s face as encouragement for his own final orgasm. It only took a few more targeted swipes of Etho’s tongue to his clit for Grian to shout out a final time, slick gushing from his own spent hole. 

Etho lay there panting, covered in a variety of bodily fluids, though many not his own. He kept his eyes shut, but listened carefully as the Villies gathered their things and made their way slowly back up the square hole, though not before taking probably hundreds of pictures of Etho’s limp body in every angle possible. 

You’ve woken up in the middle of the night to find your panties down to your knees and a half-asleep Caleb rubbing the pads of his fingers against your soft bush. When he’s like this, worrying his hand against your mons and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, you almost feel like a perverted plushie. Caleb never had such a cherished toy or blanket, did he? When you ask him, he’s confused. “I didn’t need one. You were always my greatest comfort.” You desperately want to ask where your bush comes into play in his comfort, but you decide to let it go. Some things are best left unknown.

When Caleb’s not chasing comfort from your bush, he’s chasing his arousal. He makes a point to spread your arousal through your bush whenever he’s fingering you or eating you out. This sometimes leads him to grinding his cock into your slick mons until he comes. More often, he can’t help but fuck you, but even then, he enjoys pulling out and coming on your mons. It’s his favorite place to come, aside from coming inside you. He smirks as he swirls his finger in the mess, mixing his come with your arousal and rubs it into your hair and skin. Every time you move to clean up, he whines, “Please, pips, just let it dry, then we can go out for dinner. Please?”  On the rare occasion you give in, he is stuck to you like velcro, whispering in your ear while pressing his bulge into the small of your back as you wait for a table at the restaurant. It was all indecent. Why did he even want to go out if this was how he’d act? You both knew his cooking was better than what you could get at a restaurant. Besides, if he wanted to fuck you again so badly, why leave the house at all?

Caleb even grooms your bush. In the shower, he lathers the soap and massages it onto your mons, attending to it with as much gentle care as he does your scalp. When he’s pulling up your panties after fucking you in his office, he uses his fingers to tenderly brush down your bush. You find it strange, if not surprising, when in the middle of fucking you stupid, Caleb sweetly asks to trim your bush. Not shave it. Trim it. You ask him why, the question coming out as a high-pitched squeal as he fucks into you, pushing you up the bed inch by inch. You feel embarrassed, shy, and so full. It’s distracting. “I wanna take care of you,” he coos. Whatever that implies. Later, when he’s cuddling you close, you try to press him. Caleb, as usual, doesn’t have a satisfying answer for you. You can’t come up with a good reason why he shouldn’t, so you say yes and feel immediate regret upon his answering grin.

You almost forget about your promise until Caleb approaches you on your next visit to Skyhaven, eager and with his grooming kit in hand. You soon find yourself sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, legs spread as he kneels in front of you. You cover your face with your hands, peeking at him out of morbid curiosity. From what you can feel, he mostly runs his fingers through your mons and spreads your labia, spending little time doing what he said he would do. His movements are slow and deliberate as he stares at your core for what feels like an age. Without warning, he drops his tools and buries his face in your pussy. You can barely hear him when he speaks. “Keep your legs spread for me. That’s it. Good girl.” He eats you out with the same passion as he did the first time. That night, you stare in his floor-length mirror at your imperceptibly shorter bush and wonder what it was all for.

Over time, Caleb’s fascination with your bush has made you hyperaware of it and led you to begin taking special care of it. You tried grooming it into a heart shape, which he hated compared to your natural state, but he kindly tried not to show it. Conversely, the oil you started applying at night was a big hit for him. It provided him with an opportunity to apply it himself, as though he ever needed an excuse before. Sometimes you’ll send him a goodnight video of you applying the oil, slowly rubbing it into your bush with little motions like you’re rubbing your clit. As soon as he sees it, he calls you. You can hear him masturbating to the video as he begs you to talk to him through it, to touch yourself, to come to Skyhaven right now.