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The tension in your bedroom was thick enough to cut with a blade. 

Not the bad kind of tension where you were anticipating a fight to break out between your lovers. It was the kind of tension where you feared you’d be getting devoured whole instead. 

“Sweetie, how can you be so sure?” Sylus, standing by the foot of your bed, was the first to speak after your bold proclamation . “Because I’ve had them in my mouth, in my hands, in my pussy, in my ass… I'm pretty sure I’d be able to tell the difference between your dicks if you blindfold me.” Caleb, sprawled across one half of your bed, had long since abandoned his doom scrolling. 

“I dunno, baby. Me and Sy don’t exactly give you time to memorize us.” You felt your cheeks warm slightly as Sylus began to laugh, a low grumbling sound that sent a wave of arousal shooting down your spine. “Muscle memory at this point, Cal. I don’t think I really need to study to know who is who.” You were doubling down, chewing on your lower lip and glancing between the two men. Praying they’d give in and try to prove you wrong. 

“Well…” Caleb’s eyes locked with Sylus, flickering over to where you sat on the bed before returning to that crimson gaze. “I don’t want to speak for Sy, but his aethercore is speaking for him.” Caleb doesn’t flinch as Sylus uses his evol to snatch his phone off his chest. Laying it on the nightstand a moment later, not to scare him, but to warn him of what he can do. 

“Sweetie, if you’re so sure…” he spares Caleb a glance, ignoring the colonel’s lazy smirk before stepping closer to you. “We can try it. But as always, we need ground rules. As well as…” he’s already tugging his sweater over his head, revealing the rippling muscles of his tanned skin. “Rewards and punishments. This is a challenge, after all.” 

You were leaping off the bed, an eager squeal escaping your lips as you ran over to your closet. “As for my reward, I’d like to use my vibrator on both of you. Hands restrained of course.” You crouch to shuffle some things out of the way, tugging at a pink container. “You two can come up with your own reward for if I lose. The punishments sort themselves right out.” You can hear undressing happening behind you, neither man commenting yet. 

You found your sink blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and your favorite vibrator. Setting the two “reward” items off to the side for when you inevitably won this little bet. “So, what do you two want if I lose?” The tension in your legs has the muscles feeling like jelly, only intensified when you saw that Caleb and Sylus had shed every layer of clothing in that short time. 

You freeze, blindfold still clutched in your grasp as your mouth opens and closes. “No extra study time before we start, sweetie.” Sylus’ evol is wrapping around your waist, doing the hard work of walking for you as Caleb’s evol gently plucks the blindfold from your hands. 

“Can’t have you cheating, you know. Wouldn’t be fair.” You’re placed squarely in front of Sylus, unable to sneak one last glance down at either of their stiff cocks before his mouth is hot and wet against your own. You gasp into the kiss, shivering as his warm hands slide around your waist. Your shirt is being tugged on almost immediately, the force of it nearly causing you to stumble back before another hard body is pressing into your skin. 

“Sy, it’s usually my job to be rough…” Caleb’s voice makes you jump, right next to your ear and hot on your skin. “Let me get the blindfold on her.” Your eyes open briefly as your shirt is tugged off, satisfactory groans emitting from both men when they see nothing but a pair of lacy panties clinging to your hips. 

“Ah ah, baby. No peeking.” You catch one last glance at Caleb’s flushed cheeks before the blindfold is placed over your eyes. Your head is pushed forward, fingers instinctively reaching out for Sylus as his fingers tug at your lace. “Tie it tightly, colonel.” He already sounds wrecked, your lips parting in anticipation for the kiss that crashes against your mouth once more. 

The movement doesn’t stop Caleb from effectively, even as Sylus devours your tongue. You barely hear his little content “done” too engulfed in shoving your own tongue right back down Sylus’ throat. Your nails dig into the heated skin of his shoulders, grounding you to him as Caleb presses his cock against the swell of your ass. “Can’t even focus enough to see your actions through, Sy? What happened to getting these off?” 

You feel their fingers brush, Caleb’s tapping at Sylus’. He’s got your lacey panties twisted up in his grip, tugging them to one side while simultaneously tugging them up. You gasp into the warm cavern of Sylus’ mouth, forcing yourself up on your tip toes before the pressure becomes too much to bear. “Easy…” Caleb’s voice sounds like it vibrates his chest, gripping Sylus’ fingers to release them. “You’re gonna give our baby a burn with all that friction.” 

You and Sylus part with a gasp, noses still pressing together as you both drag in some much needed air. Your world is still dark, the silk blindfold barely letting in a tinge of light from your surrounding bedroom. “She knows when to tell me to stop.” Sylus murmurs, the kiss that follows is softer, as if solidifying his words. “S’okay Cal, it felt good…” 

“Mm, I’m sure. But let’s not forget…” His nose scrunches slightly, amused as Sylus buries his face in your neck to suck and nibble on your pulse. “There are some high stakes in this little game. And Sy and I haven’t even decided on our reward when you lose.” 

“M’not gonna l-lose, Caleb!” Your sentence tapers off with a moan as the sharpness of Sylus’ canines dent your skin. “Time will tell.” You gasp as you feel Caleb’s evol tugging Sylus back from you, the other man cursing under his breath as he’s set down a few feet away. You can only feel the absence of warmth, your hands now clinging to nothing. 

“How exactly do you plan on doing this, hmm?” Sylus’ voice filled the space as Caleb gingerly tugged your panties down. “Do you want to use your hands, your mouth, or your cunt?” You felt oddly vulnerable stepping out of your underwear, neither man touching you momentarily as Caleb tossed the garment off to the side. “I think my pussy would be the best. Given that there is much more to be felt if I use my hands or mouth.” 

Hell, you were pretty sure you’d be able to tell Sylus and Caleb apart based on the texture of their pubic hair. It was absolutely ridiculous but you truly wanted to challenge yourself. “Sounds good, princess.” You yelp as Caleb’s evol lifts you to quickly deposit you on your bed. You fall backwards, catching yourself on your elbows as you feel warmth crawl over you. 

“Sy had his fun, now I can have mine.” You barely make a sound before Caleb’s lips are crashing into yours with the same level of ferocity that Sylus had. The strength you used to keep yourself up diminished the second Caleb pinned you down. Being extra mindful to not press his cock against you, even if it killed him. “Look at your hips, colonel.” 

Sylus was slightly muffled over the noises of your mouth, Caleb’s teeth biting down on your kiss-swollen lips only added to your melting mind. “Humping the air like a dog in a rut.” Sylus’ hands slid over Caleb’s thick thighs, inching up to his hips before cruelly dragging his nails down his skin. Caleb’s breathing stuttered at the feeling, hips bucking hard and narrowly missing your heated skin. 

“You act as if I was being feral with her, now look at you? Damn near pathetic.” Precum dripped onto your abdomen, Caleb’s cock leaking needily at the feeling of Sylus’ degradation. “You want me to touch your cock, colonel? Or are you worried you’ll be too spent before our baby has a chance to feel you and make her best guess?” Reluctantly, Caleb pulled away from your mouth, placing two chaste kisses before turning away entirely. 

“You love to run your mouth, boss-man.” Even with the blindfold, you could feel their glares, you could feel the tension. The type you simply had to fuck out of each other. “Boys, please.” The noise is something akin to a croak, your cunt throbbing with need. “The quicker I win this challenge, the quicker I can get you two off. Just… you both have to prep me…” 

They were big, massive even. Just what their already inflated egos needed. They both owned a cock that was large enough to warrant their cockiness. It kinda pisses you off sometimes. 

“Sorry, baby. Blame Sy for trying to start shit.” The kiss that followed landed on your sternum instead of your lips, wet and hot as he trails himself to your left breast. “Am I even invited to this party?” Sylus’ voice is gruff, the comment sarcastic as the bed dips. “Sylus…” nothing else seems to leave your mouth, Caleb’s lips suckling your perked nipple into his mouth and effectively short circuiting your brain.

You feel them shifting around you, Caleb settling to one side while Sylus settles on the other. Both keeping their lower halves away from you entirely. “My pretty girl.” Sylus’ voice sounds right next to your ear, a large hand covering the breast Caleb isn’t sucking on. “You’re so cute.” He squeezes, the feeling of your pliant flesh molding around his hand makes your back arch. 

“Does Caleb’s mouth feel good? He’s really slobbering all over your breast.” Sylus nips at your jaw, breath hot on your skin as you feel another hand slowly sliding down your stomach. You guess it’s Caleb’s, his mouth too preoccupied to shoot something back at Sylus for being snarky. “I-it feels really good…!” You spread your legs further, encouraging the hand lower. 

“Should the colonel and I finger your pretty pussy together? Or do you want one of us to play with your clit while the other fingers your sweet spot?” You feel blood rush to your face, thankful for the blindfold because you’re not sure you’d be able to meet his gaze otherwise. “Fuck sake, Sylus…” you draw out every letter in his name, trembling as the hand rests on your pubic bone. 

“Answer us, sweetie.” Your mind feels fuzzy already, and all you can think about is that smart mouth being occupied with something else. “Sy, I want you to eat my pussy while Caleb keeps it spread for you.” The noises they make have you mewling. Caleb’s groan vibrates your chest, his teeth clamping down on your nipple so hard you thrash slightly. The hand moves lower immediately – Caleb’s – and gingerly spreads your lips apart. 

“Good girl, saying exactly what she wants. Just like we taught you.” A soft kiss lingers on your heated cheek before the bed shifts again. “Don’t get distracted Colonel, maybe she’ll let you have a taste after.” Caleb’s eyes flicker down momentarily, watching Sylus kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed. “Easy.” Whispered, and Caleb barely unlatches from your breast as Sylus grabs your ankles and tugs you down. “You’re on a roll tonight.” 

It’s spit at Sylus, and you can’t help but reach blindly for Caleb to return to you, fingers sliding back down to spread you again as Sylus hooks both of your knees over his shoulders. “Just have to make sure everything is up to our baby’s standards, Colonel. Is that such a crime?” Caleb grumbles something unintelligible, turning his head back to your blindfolded one. 

His lips start to litter kisses over your skin again, kissing down to your breasts and purposely leaning over you to plant a wet kiss upon your neglected nipple. “Are you okay with me staying on this side or should I switch before Sy starts?” You ponder for a moment, lips parted as short, uneven breaths puff past your lips. You can feel Sylus, his hands, the slow exhales ghosting your spread cunt. It makes it really, really hard to think for a moment. 

“Just… keep doing what you’re doing. I don’t mind the reach.” Your hand comes up to blindly search for his head, his hand catching your flailing arm a moment later and directing it properly. “May I start?” Your fingers instinctively twitch in Caleb’s hair when Sylus speaks, your voice waivers as you give him the green light. 

Stars seem to explode across your covered eyes the moment Sylus’ tongue comes in contact with your twitching clit. One thick, long lick along the length of your cunt. Starting at your weeping entrance and ending with his lips wrapping around the pulsating bud. “O-oh!” Caleb’s head dips down again, leaning over you to suckle on your neglected nipple. 

His hand remains steady, two fingers keeping you spread nice and pretty for Sylus. “You taste s’good.” Each word is muffled against your cunt, body feeling hot all over as Caleb huffs a laugh against your breast. “S’rude to talk with your mouthful, boss-man.” The hypocrisy would be laughable if they weren’t attacking your weak spots all at once. 

“Get over yourself, colonel.” Still muffled, his mouth too full of your cunt to properly get the words out. Not that you mine, the sensation is drool worthy, making you clench and flutter around nothing at all. “Gotta get her nice and wet, boss-man. I need her to take us real easy.” Caleb retreats from your chest, your hand extended after him. 

Before you can ask him where he’s going, you jump as you hear Caleb spit. His saliva lands on your cunt, right above Sylus’ nose. His tongue had been preoccupied with your entrance, lapping at every drop of your arousal. “Suckin’ her dry isn’t going to help us much.” You expect Sylus to retort, to pull away from his meal and fire something back at Caleb. 

Instead, he pulls away enough to spit too, tongue flicking over your soaking clit a moment later, licking up every drop of the mess they had made. You couldn’t see it, fuck you wanted to see it so bad. You nearly reached up to pull the blindfold free, it’s not like the test had started yet. Instead, Caleb’s evol weighed your hands down, Sylus’ evol instantly wrapped around your thighs to keep them snuggly over his shoulders. “Don’t you dare peek, baby. We can always recreate this for you later.” 

You whined, head falling back against the mattress as you breathed out. “M’gonna cum…” 

“That fast? That just might be a record.” Caleb sat by the foot of the bed, fingers still spreading you as wide as your folds would allow. Watching Sylys devour your cunt as if it were the man’s last meal. His cock was throbbing, leaking precum all over his taut abdomen, the tip an angry red. Every part of his mind screamed to touch himself, but he resisted. His free hand threading through Sylus’ hair and guiding him in a repetitive motion. 

“Just like that, you can see her thighs tensing, Sy. She’s so close to cumming for you. You’re such a good boy…” You can’t stop the whimper that escapes you, Sylus’ groan vibrating your cunt in a way that has your entire body tensing up in anticipation. “And you…” You can't see, but you can feel Caleb’s eyes on you. Eyeing your spit slicked chest, the little bruises forming all over. “You’re being such a good girl, you have our permission to cum, baby.” 

You grit your teeth, fingers twitching erratically as you search for something to grab but Caleb’s evol is keeping you in place. You barely twist around the blanket before you’re shattering all together, entire body tensing as whimpers and moans fall from your lips. “N-No more! Please! S’too much!!” Sylus never stopped sucking, lathering your overly sensitive clit until your hips thrashed and your body went slack against the sheets. “Ease up.” 

Caleb’s hand was still in Sylus’ hair, the colonel gripping harder and yanking him back from your cunt. The air seemed to stutter in your lungs, sweet relief making your bones feel like jello. “Don’t start.” Sylus’ words are a hushed hiss, enough to make your own skin prickle from the intensity. The two of them always fought like cats, irritating the other on purpose. 

Caleb must have let go, because Sylus had begun to place random little kisses over your cunt and thighs. “We’re going to start the true test now, sweetie.” Both men had stepped away from the bed, just their voices letting you know they were still present. “Y-you still haven’t told me what you want if I lose. I-I need to know how high these stakes are.” You were greeted by a few beats of silence. You assumed they were looking between each other to figure it out. 

“If you are unable to differentiate by our dicks.” Caleb started slowly, still nowhere near you. “Then we’re going to try double penetration, same hole.” Sylus finished, and they could see your jaw go slack at the idea. “I thought you two were against that! You said it would hurt me too much when I begged for it last time!” Really, your punishment would be another reward. 

“Should we begin?” Evasion was their tactic, not willing to express why the sudden change of heart. Despite it, you’re grinning, legs still spread and waiting. “Yes! Please… I need you both so badly.” They both acknowledged you with their own noises, and then silence enveloped you again save for the slight shuffling. You could feel one of them standing between your thighs, their hands gathering your legs up and pushing them towards your chest. 

This new position allowed for whoever was touching you to get on the bed with you. They were similar in height, and you couldn’t possibly tell by the way the mattress dips around them. Even their hands were relatively similar in size. At that moment, you truly couldn't tell who was on you right now. You shift a little at the silence, finding it a tad comical. Maybe you should have thought about putting on some sort of music or maybe even the tv…

“Oh…!” His cock slid along your glistening, puffy folds. Though you couldn’t think about that for much longer as the bed suddenly dipped again. “B-both of you?!” Neither man would respond, fearing their voice would give away their position. But it made more sense for them to do this together. If you could decipher who one was, by process of elimination it would be painfully obvious who the other was. 

The second cock was also prodding at your folds, slapping against the other with a wet thump. Your lips press together, swallowing up the whines begging to claw out of your throat. Both men take turns rubbing their aching cocks on your cunt, letting you feel them, memorize every curve and vein, letting you try and figure out who was who. 

Sylus was long, curving up slightly. And he was thick, painfully thick but you had come to crave that stretch. To the point nothing else could really satisfy you… except Caleb. He wasn’t as long as Sylus, but even then the difference came down to centimeters. He was just as thick too, but he swelled a bit just below his head before slimming out by the base. You truly believed you’d be able to tell the difference, the way they’d notch in just right, muscle memory. 

Before you could open your mouth to whine about their teasing, you could feel the thick head of one of their cocks positioned at your entrance. Your lips parted, a sigh of relief tumbling out as the pressure built. You were soaked, there was truly no resistance to slip inside, but they held themself back. Pressing just enough that their head stretched your entrance but not going further. “D-don’t tell me that’s all you’re going to give!” 

Still, no verbal response was given. They were playing dirty. 

They pulled back, the sensation fleeting as you immediately started tugging against their makeshift evol restraints. “That is so not fair! Hell, just for that I want to say it’s…” Sylus. But you stop yourself, if you threw away your answer that quickly and were incorrect you’d feel like a fool. You had to win this, had to prove them wrong. 

The dribbling head of a cock is pressing against your entrance again, and you can immediately feel that it’s different. “You guys changed places…” And for a moment, you feel his hips stutter. A victorious little smirk curls your lips, they really didn’t think you’d notice? 

Whoever was pressing into you began pushing in all the way, your jaw going slack at how easily they slipped in. Maybe you were a little too wet, you had been certain you’d know if it was Caleb based on his shape. But your cunt was too slippery, too ready. “Oh my fuck…” They slide into the hilt, leaving you impossibly full before carefully, agonizingly, pulling out. 

He repeated the motion, thrusting experimentally while gripping your calves for support. Your velvety walls clench, clamping down on the man inside of you in a way that has you moaning. Still, he keeps thrusting, struggling a little with the way you’re gripping him but thrusting nonetheless. “Oh fuck… that feels s-so good… Sylus!” 

All movements ceased, your brain taking a second to process you had just uttered a name. “C’mon…” You swallow the lump in your throat, trying to feign confidence. “Tell me if I was right! I have to be, I know you too well!” Your body does, even if your brain doesn’t want to cooperate initially. Instead of a verbal response, the man inside of you pulls out altogether. 

You don’t bother complaining, feeling them shifting around before someone else is pressing at your entrance. The plunge is quick, deep ,and devastating all at once. Your mind swims in the euphoria of being filled again. Those hips working you at a normal pace, until… 

“This is still Sylus! Quit trying to trick me, I know I’m right!” Only then do you finally hear some noise, the kind of chuckle that could only be Caleb. “Well shit, baby. You’re one smart cookie.” You’re slightly startled as the blindfold is removed, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. It takes you a second to adjust, but sure enough, Sylus is the one plunged inside of you. 

“You were right both times, sweetie.” He was twitching now, utterly turned on that you could truly pick him out just based on the shape of his cock. “This pretty pussy was made for me.” Caleb moves to slap the back of Sylus’ head but –wisely – stops himself. “I think Sy has more than enough time with your cunt, baby. I haven’t had a single bit.” Caleb is pouting, fingers running along your bent leg before moving further up the bed. 

“In your dreams, Colonel. You can lick her clean after I cum in her.” 

You gasp at that, cunt instinctively clamping down around his length. “Let me suck you off, Cal. I’ll make you feel better.” Sylus starts moving again, tugging your legs up to rest over his shoulders yet again. His body weight follows, squishing you into the mattress to better piston his cock in and out of your fluttering entrance. “You heard her, give her your cock.” 

The angle Sylus had contorted you in was proving to make that a tad difficult. Your head and upper body twisting towards Caleb enough that he finally let his evol relax. Your arms are freed from their invisible prison. “Sylus, can’t you fuck me in doggy? It would be easier…!” Months of being their lover has truly taught you to forgo any shame or embarrassment. “You are the winner, sweetie. Whatever you want, I’ll do.” 

You’re manoeuvred without Sylus so much as pulling half way out, your legs suddenly struggling to support your weight as they dig into the mattress. “They’re asleep, hmm? The colonel and I had you bent out of shape for too long.” Large, hot hands grab your waist, hoisting you up and supporting you. “Don’t tease me, Sy. Caleb, sit in front of me.” You stated your orders without hesitance, trying to get everything in order before Sylus completely wrecked you. “Yes ma’am.” He shuffles, nearly collapsing against the headboard with his legs spread around you and Sylus. His cock looked beyond needy, so red at the tip it could be considered purple. “Poor baby, Sy didn’t give you a chance, huh?” Caleb’s cheeks are flushed, his abdomen shining with the arousal that had been oozing out of him. 

“Nope, he’s hogged you this whole time and I’ve been such a good boy barely complaining.” You wanted to laugh, the roles switching between the three of you always happened without you realizing it until you were too deep in. You reach for him, fingers wrapping around his mid-section and bringing his tip right to your lips. 

Sylus starts moving again, hips setting a brutal but satisfying pace. You don’t bother licking or teasing, your jaw goes slack as you shove the fat head of Caleb’s cock between your lips. A symphony of sounds fill the bedroom, the lewd slurping of your mouth around his cock, the sinful slap of skin hitting skin, and the harmonies of moans and groans filling the space. 

Your eyes welled with tears as you forced your mouth further down his length. Every drag of Sylus’ his had his cock pressing against your sweet spot, only adding to the onslaught of tears dripping down your face. “Feels so good, baby, don’t stop.” Caleb’s hand was hot as it landed on the back of your head, cruelly shoving more of his length into your mouth. “Careful, Caleb.” Sylus’ voice was a strained warning, cock throbbing between your velvety soft walls as a loud gag restricted your throat. 

“If you hurt her I’ll have to make sure to return the favor.” The implications were loud and clear, and Sylus couldn’t help but laugh as your cunt suctioned to him. “Oh, you like the sounds of that, baby? Like the thought of me throat fucking Caleb?” The room was spinning, the pleasure so overwhelming you felt like you’d pass out from the intensity. Your noise of response was a garbled mess, drool dripping down your chin as Caleb eased up. 

“I-I’d love to see you try, Boss-man.” His cheeks are red, sweat beading at his temple as you suck him off. He’s close already, abdomen and thighs flexing every time you swallow around him. Your hands find their way to his skin, clawing roughly and leaving bright red nail marks in your wake. The pleasure is overwhelming, your cunt feeling so good that you’re struggling to resist the urge of crawling away from Sylus’ relentless hips. 

“Y-you’re going to cum, aren’t you, pretty girl? I can feel it.” Sylus’ fingers dig into the fat of your hips, dragging you back to meet his hips again and again and… 

Something akin to a scream tore out of you, warm liquid spraying down Sylus’ thighs as your cunt spasmed erratically. The motion causes you to take Caleb deeper, his thick head hitting the back of your throat. His orgasm was just as sudden, head tossing back hard enough that he nearly knocked it on your headboard. Sylus watched with a slack jaw, the tension in his gut tightening until he couldn’t contain himself any longer. 

White hot ropes of cum spill inside of you, painting your walls a sticky white. You could barely process anything, tugging your head back and swallowing whatever of Caleb’s release didn’t dribble down your chin. Your poor arms truly felt like jelly now, head thumping against Caleb’s thigh as you struggled to catch your breath. The warmth of Sylus bending over you had your eyelids feeling heavy. “You did so good, are you alright?” A gentle kiss on your hot cheek. 

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” Caleb’s hand had loosened its grip on you, running his fingers over the hair he had tousled. “M’good, it felt great.” Your words slurred together, cheek pressing hard into Caleb’s thigh as you felt sleep claw at your eyes. “You did win the bet, after all. You were able to tell who was who based on their dick… even if I never got a chance to be inside…” Caleb pouted slightly, glaring at Sylus who only grinned wickedly in response. 

“If she’s not too tired, you can always clean her up.” You blink your eyes open, blearily looking up at both men. “M’sleepy but I wouldn’t mind cuddling while Caleb cleans me up.” Sylus was still plugging you up, keeping every drop inside of your warm cunt. “You heard the woman, Colonel. You’re not gonna back down, right?” 

“Course m’not.” Caleb looked honestly offended by the idea, as if he’d ever turn down a chance to eat your pussy. “You just gotta remove yourself from her, boss-man… hogging her this whole time…” Clearly, Caleb was still annoyed by the whole thing. “Eh, it’s so warm in here, I think I’d like to give myself another minute or two.” Caleb’s mouth fell open, an incredulous look on his face. “You’re a real piece of work, Sylus.” A deep chuckle followed, the tension steadily building once again. 

Despite the exhaustion creeping up your spine, you had a feeling your night was far from over. 

"c'mon, puppy," you cooed in his ear, chest pressed to his as you pecked his lips, "you were acting up because we weren't touching you, so why the fuss now?"

"'s too much-" caleb whimpered, gasping as you thrust forward, your knot pressed right against his entrance, "a-alpha, please!"

"ah ah," sylus' deep voice had caleb shivering, the omega's head resting in his lap as sylus ran his fingers through his hair. sylus' cock was throbbing against his boxers, but he would always put you and caleb first. "you were being bratty, we're only giving you what you wanted. isn't that right?"

"right as always, sy." you teased, hips moving in a way that left caleb whining. one of your hands left his hip to brush his hair out of his eyes, smiling as those purple hues shone with tears. "our poor little omega.. you'll let us take care of you, right?"

caleb had never nodded so fast in his life, his cheek brushing against sylus' bulge and causing them both to moan. his hands scrambled for something to hold, finding sylus' on the bedsheet. "y-yes, yes, 'm gonna be good, s'good for you both, please-"

and sure, you felt bad about it, but you always delighted in seeing him cry. your laugh had him clenching around you, his jaw falling open in sheer ecstasy. "yeah, such a gooood little omega for us."

finding his opening, sylus carefully tugged his heavy cock out, and caleb eagerly turned his head to lick at it, moaning and whimpering. "he's so cute all desperate like this.. do you want our knots, omega?"

"y-yes," caleb keened, moaning as he licked at sylus' base, heavy balls throbbing beneath a pink tongue. "kn-knot me, please!"

"do you really deserve it?" you mused, amusement shining in your eyes at the way his head snapped to look at you, all pathetic and pleading. "you've been ignoring us all week.."

"'m sorry!" and caleb sounded so desperate that it had yours and sylus' chests aching, the instinct to keep him safe, to love on him, to breed, leaving you both breathless. "w-won' do it again, just please, pleaseee gimme your knots!"

"well, who are we to deny such a good little pup?" sylus smirked, meeting your gaze before he readjusted their positions, his balls resting on caleb's face as he thrust into his mouth. "won't you give him your knot, sweetie?"

"y-yeah," you moaned, so turned on by the sight of sylus choking caleb with his cock that you thrust forward, burying your knot deep in his walls. "fuck!"

the heavenly stretch left caleb brainless, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as all he could think was knot, mate, breed, pups-

and as you and sylus both found your peaks, hot cum filling him on both ends, caleb knew there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

a/n : am i proud of this being my first actual writing in a month? no. but it was heavy on the mind. shout out to ☀️ anon and @dandy-lads i smooshed thoughts i had with both together LOL

“Poor thing,” Sylus croons, the low tenor of his voice filling out the playroom and breaking sweetly over your sweat-slick skin. He turns to address Caleb directly. “You’d do just about anything to knot her right now, wouldn’t you?”

Caleb is five paces away, holding position on all fours beside Sylus’s throne even as a whine eddies in his throat, even as he stares at you with wretched longing. Saliva dribbles down his chin— plops onto the floor in a messy puddle. His rut hit earlier this afternoon, and he’s all but delirious from an instinctual, unanswered need to breed you. You know it. Sylus knows it.

Matter of fact, Sylus is exploiting it.

Like you, Caleb is naked, save for a studded leather collar that hugs his neck. Two leashes dangle from the D-ring: a short one tied off to the arm of the throne, and a long one that drapes all the way across the room, its handle looped elegantly around Sylus’s claws.

Sylus pops the leash, jerking Caleb forward hard enough to make him reposition one of his hands. “Answer me, pup.”

Caleb glares at Sylus with something like contempt, canines bared and jaw clenched tight in defiance. He could rip the collar off if he really wanted to, but he doesn’t because, like you, this is exactly where he wants to be, basking in the heady, mercurial graces of your dragon. “Yes,” he mutters, making his admission sound like a curse.

“Yes what?” Sylus prods, strolling toward him with unhurried purpose.

Caleb flattens his ears against his head, agitated. “Yes… Master.”

The tension in Sylus’s shoulders dissipates and he ghosts the tip of his tail beneath Caleb’s chin. “Better,” he says, a scolding sort of affection in his tone.

Caleb has never been keen on submitting to anyone except you, but Sylus seems determined in his mission to coax another pet into his menagerie. Domestication takes time— time Sylus is willing to spend; time Caleb is willing to give.

Though, Sylus is surely testing the limits of Caleb’s patience today.

All at once, the relentless buzzing between your thighs cuts through the numbness it wrought, and you babble a plea for mercy. Sylus ignores you. When you beg a second time, he turns the dial up, and you come apart on a scream, hot and cold strobing through you like you’re being ripped through the seasons.

Only then, when you’re panting and shuddering, does he decrease the intensity.

“Th-Thank y-you, Mas-ter,” you force out.

“That’s twice now that you’ve forgotten, pet.” The correction comes like a knuckle beneath your chin, so tender it might be mistaken for praise. But you know better. “Shall we start over?”

“Sixteen,” you blurt out, eyes wide as you frantically shake your head. He made it clear that you’d remain on the cross until you reached twenty. You don’t dare fumble the count now, so close to the finish line. “That— That was sixteen. Master.”

Sylus’s gaze softens, a pleased smile smoothing out the severe lines of his countenance. “Indeed it was,” he agrees.

On the other side of him, Caleb whines again, more guttural this time. Needier. Pre-come leaks from his cock, now an angry, rosy pink at the tip.

You’d give anything to help him, to be his relief— anything, that is, except the favor of your Master.

In one fluid motion, Sylus drops the leash and unbuckles his belt, then he settles on his throne, legs spread just wide enough for Caleb to fit between them. “Impress me,” he says, “and I’ll let you have your way with her.”

At that, Caleb’s ears perk up and he whips his head to the side, his attention finally focused on Sylus instead of you.

But Sylus has already looked away, his slitted pupils fastening onto you and raking appreciatively up your legs, then over your stomach and breasts and throat, until, finally, he’s holding your gaze. “Would you like that, kitten?” he asks, voice pitched low.

Desire blooms through your core at the thought of finally being filled, finally having a cock sliding deep inside you— ramming against your sweet spot over and over again. The vibrator hums away against your clit, exciting you further, and heat flutters through your veins. You nod.

“In words, pet.”

“Yesyesyes—” Your pelvis rocks of its own volition, chasing your next high. “Please, Master— please, I want it.”

Sylus cards claw-tipped fingers through Caleb’s mop of brown hair. “What do you say, pup?” The touch is gentle but instructive all the same. “Do we have a deal?”

Caleb hesitates, glancing between you and Sylus.

“Tell you what,” Sylus says, using his other hand to free his cocks. They’re magnificent things, thick and ridged, with a gradient that fades from black to red— red like his eyes. Even half-hard, they’re still enormous. It took you two full weeks of daily stretching just to be able to hilt one of them. “If you can make me finish before she hits twenty,” he continues, “I’ll let you have your way with the both of us.”

Caleb nearly stands before he remembers himself, perhaps because of the weight of Sylus’s hand on his head. “You’re lying,” he says.

You’re similarly stunned. In all the time you’ve known him, Sylus has never ceded control. Not to Caleb. Not to you. Not to anyone.

So why now? Why tonight?

Unless…

You assumed Sylus was unaffected by the pheromones Caleb is throwing off, but perhaps you assumed wrong.

Sylus switches his hold— grabs Caleb by the chin and guides him around the throne, with Caleb crawling on hands and knees until he’s nestled snugly between Sylus’s thighs. Then Sylus leans forward, eyes sparkling, and says, “When have I ever lied to you?”

Caleb’s broad frame dwarfs Sylus’s lower half, corded muscle shifting beneath taut, glistening skin as his tail wags in staccato bursts.

Fuck, he looks good. Smells even better. “Pleeeeease, Caleb,” you whine. “Need y—” The rest of your plea is lost to a screech as Sylus retrieves the vibrator’s remote and cranks the dial up to its maximum setting.

Instantly, another release barrels through you, pitiless and stinging.

“Manners, kitten,” comes Sylus’s dulcet reprimand. “You know better than to speak out of turn.”

You’re beyond words, caught in a riptide of pleasure that’s robbing you of breath, your eyes pinched shut and a soundless scream lodged in your throat. You burn. You freeze. You’re cleaved in two then stitched back together. Then, gasping and with your pulse thudding in your ears, you arrive on the other side of it. The vibrations don’t cease—or even lessen—but you’re blessedly numb to them, at least for the moment.

Sylus hums, a fond sound. “Remember to count, pet.”

Shivers wrack your limbs like you’re sick with fever, and the room dips in and out of focus. Dizzy. You’re so dizzy. “Seventeen,” you slur.

“Ahhh,” Sylus says on a sigh. “That’s a good boy.”

Through blurred vision, you can make out their silhouettes. Caleb is hunched over Sylus’s lap, and his head is bobbing rhythmically.