#hellthunder

Rolan had spent most of the afternoon needlessly fretting around Sorcerous Sundries picking up any task he could think of. Having sped through his actual duties that morning there was no real reason to be there apart from his own anxiety. He grumbled to himself as he knelt down to rearrange a lower shelf of tomes. Anything other than to go and face Zevlor. 

 Nothing truly terrible would happen, he was sure of that. He would apologize, Zevor would listen intently, accept and everything would go on like it never happened. It would be fine however Rolan couldn’t shake the embarrassment of the whole situation. Or shame rather. Looking at his life the tiefling still wasn’t convinced he hadn’t been trapped in a long dream. Finding a home with not one but two of the most beautiful people he had ever met felt overwhelming, undeserved.  

  Most of his night was spent tossing and turning in their painfully empty bed. He had no one there to distract him from the flurry of thoughts that  played on loop in his head. How rude and unkind he had been to both his lovers in the past- how that fiery little dragon could snap out of him still. How Zevlor and Tav had witnessed the worst parts of him and loved him still. Times like these made him question their choice. Called forth from the frightful depths of him, that someday they would realize this and leave him. Yet despite all his anxieties his temper could still get the best of him. 

How was Zevlor to know the haphazard stacks of papers covering his desk were painstakingly ordered? Thus when Rolan finally returned to his office with the proper book of translations he was stunned to see them replaced with tea set for two between a fresh bouquet of flowers. Instead of being grateful for the romantic gesture he flew into a panic over Zevlor mixing up his papers and ruining days of work. It grew into quite the argument, ending with Zevlor muttering something about leaving his ‘grand archmage’ to his business before making his exit. At the time all Rolan wanted was inching closer to reuniting ancient scraps of text to their proper home. Though as the afternoon went on he found his gaze drifting to the wild flowers. 

 They were beautiful and picked with the careful thought in which Zevlor did all things. The abundance of primrose and daisies, the bright poppies and of course their Tav’s beloved cornflower.  It was then that the longing Rolan had tried so hard to push away gripped his heart. It had been a solid three weeks since Tav and their party had departed and still another four before they would be back. And now he had become so wrapped in his studies he had deprived Zevlor of both his beloveds. A hot stinking embarrassment flushed over him. What had he been thinking? The rest of the night was spent searching for him in vain leaving Rolan to stew in his guilt.   

  By the morning Rolan tried his best to be in high spirits. He planned to find Zevlor as soon as he could and set things straight. Which would more than likely end in him making a rambling speech leaving him even more embarrassed. Both Zevlor and Tav never seemed to have as many problems putting their feelings to words as he did. Another wave of guilt flooded the tiefling. He had to figure out something to say or do to make things better. For all of them. 

 Rolan’s weak optimism thinned by the minute. He stuck to feverishly organizing books hoping that the courage to find Zevlor or the words he was looking for would suddenly strike him. He loathed feeling so foolish in front of the man; it only made him doubt himself more. 

“Excuse me, sir.” A familiar voice pulled Rolan at once from his storming thoughts and rendered him frozen to the spot. 

“Might I have your assistance?” Zevlor continued walking up to him casually. “You see, I’m looking for someone to accompany me to dinner tonight and I heard that you have a very accomplished, very handsome young mage working here. Do you know if he’s available?”

A noise half way between a scoff and laugh escaped Rolan before he could catch it.

“You’ll not find any of those around here.” He grumbled. 

“Oh, please. So damn dramatic.” Zevlor chuckled, not a hint of malice in his voice. 

 For a moment Rolan could only stare, instinctively bracing himself for him to somehow make matters worse. But his mind was quickly pulled away from catastrophe as he took in Zevlor. Gods he was gorgeous. There was something in his demeanor that seemed to radiate energy. His eyes seemed to blaze brighter than normal and  by the looks of it he was freshly shaven. Rolan was gripped with the sudden need to have that mouth pressed against any and every part of him. 

“I- Zevlor,” Rolan said as he tried to focus his mind on the matters at hand. “I’m sorry. Hells I’m-” 

“It’s alright.” 

“It’s not though.” He pressed as he became very aware of his heart beating under Zevlor’s loving gaze. 

“We’ll make it alright. We always do. But we don’t need to fuss over it right now.” Zevlor reassured him. “Do we have a date?” 

“Of course.” Rolan could not suppress his smile. “But I should probably- well I can’t leave things like this.”  he gestured sheepishly to the piles of books around. “I’ll just finish this shelf.” 

“Take your time, I won’t be too far.” Zevlor kissed his hand and left him to his work

 The wizard rushed to fix the mess he had made but he found the simplest task hard to complete as his mind relentlessly kept wandering back to Zevlor. He chastised himself for being pulled so easily into lewd thoughts. The right thing would be focusing on ways to make up for ruining such a kind gesture. He couldn’t imagine throwing himself at him would suffice. Then again it was a deeply appealing idea.

 The fantasies were cut short when he was called to the front counter to deal with an exasperating situation. A bright eyed young wizard- Rolan couldn’t remember his name in the slightest- demanded an explanation for a spell backfiring on him terribly on his last ‘adventure’. A complicated spell Rolan had strongly advised him against. He was a long winded fool but a rich one and a consistent patron which was the only thing keeping Rolan from telling him to sod off. So he tried to smile and make quick work of his millions of questions.       

Bored, wishing the man would go on his way, Rolan’s eyes wandered the surprisingly busy storefront. He scanned the crowd until he saw something that almost made his heart stop. It was Tav. For a moment he thought he was seeing things; Tav should have been miles away. But there she was looking straight at him as if she had been trying to catch his attention. Her hair was a beautiful mess, framing her flushed face wildly.  Had they rushed here? 

 Rolan was pulled back into the grueling conversation and despite his best efforts lost sight of Tav in the crowd. When he spied them again she had found Zevlor and was speaking to him rapidly. They were close together as if they didn’t want others to hear. Before Rolan could think of a reason to slip away, Tav moved suddenly, taking Zevlor by the arm and dragged him out of sight.        

Rolan tried to suppress another wave of panic as he hurried up the staircase. Surely he was overreacting. Perhaps Tav had just gotten back early and was excited to share something with Zevlor. There was nothing too strange about that. Hells he had greeted both of them with breathless rants about some spell or textbook book he had unearthed in the past. But there was something in the urgency she had rushed him away that didn't sit right.

The many scenarios racing through his head only amplified as he reached the top of the stairs. A sudden labored shout. Low, rich and unmistakably Zevlor's. His heart hammering Rolan raced to his office, he had guessed -correctly- where they had run off to. What he failed to predict was the state in which he would find them.

Rolan had only made a single stride into the room when he was frozen at the sight before him. Zevlor's bare chest was first to catch his eye. His shirt had been torn open leaving it to slip down his shoulders and cling tantalizing to his biceps. Movement drew Rolan's eyes downward to his open trousers, to Tav kneeling before him, to his full cock pumping eagerly into her lips. She took him greedily, moaning and drawing out every slick, lewd sound. He was so entranced by the display it took a moment to realize that neither of them had yet to notice him.

Suddenly annoyed, Rolan huffed and slammed the door shut. In his office of all places and they hadn't even waited for him.

"What in the hells do you two think-" as he marched forward the words died in his throat. The thick wall of scent had washed over him, burning his cheeks like the summer sun. He inhaled deeply, unable to stop the groan that followed. It was ash, pine, sweet peppers, fresh earth. So purely them mixing into each other. It filled his lungs and spread like wildfire through his blood. Everything snapped into place: Tav was in heat and more than likely triggered Zevlor's rut. And it seemed -as the hot twisting in his abdomen was telling him- his own.

Tav choked around Zevlor's cock and released him with a gasp. She let out a string of wanton moans as Zevlor’s tail moved between her legs. Gently he stroked their rosy cheek and murmured words of approval. Overcome by the ache blazing through her body she had already striped down to her small clothes. Tav looked to be the epitome of desire itself as they moved their plush lips over Zevlor's stiff length once more. A rush of warmth flooded the mage as he eyed the slight swelling at the base. The very thought of Zevlor's knot made his mouth water. Perhaps throwing himself at him wasn’t such a bad idea. 

"Rolan," Zevlor breathed.

He practically jumped being pulled back from his fantasies of being stretched and filled so thoroughly.

"Come here." There was such a warmth in Zevlor's voice Rolan could have run to him but found himself hesitating instead. He was still unsure if Zevlor was still upset with him for his horrid behavior. It was a strange mix of emotions that sat uncomfortably in his chest.

"Rolan. Come here. Now." He commanded with a sternness that always seemed to slip out during his ruts. Without another thought Rolan was at his side a sudden warmth blooming in his chest. He loved him- both of them- his body alight ready and begging to be used however they needed.

As if hearing his thoughts Zevlor knitted his fingers roughly into Rolan’s hair and pulled him into a hot kiss. The taste of his lover's tongue sent Rolan’s head spinning leaving him to wonder how he spent his time doing anything but adoring the man.

“Roly,” Tav’s voice was bathed in honey, her eyes sparkling as she clawed at his pant leg, leaning her head dangerously close to his groin. He noticed a bright blue cornflower was tucked neatly behind their ear.“I’ve heard you’ve been a naughty thing to our dear commander." They drew out the word, savoring it and smiled at the groan they were able to pull from Zevlor. He never fully admitted to it but he adored being called by his title in moments of intimacy. Alternatively the younger man struggled to find any words at all as Tav lightly caressed his growing bulge.

"Z-Zevlor, please I want to-let me make it up to you."

"Oh, I'd be careful if I was you." Tav teased. "He might have to punish you."

It felt like punishment enough watching Tav's sultry eyes hold on his as their tongue continued traveling the length of Zevlor's cock. It was then the full, maddening ache of rut seized him causing him to cry out. He had half a mind to either fall to he’s knees and join her in her worship or free himself from his trousers and push into these tantalizing lips as fast as possible. Rolan wasn’t sure what he wanted more. 

The grip on his hair tightened, pulling his eyes up to that familiar, fiery gaze.

"Rolan, are you sure you're up for it?" Zevlor studied his face.

"Yes! Gods yes." Rolan nodded, choosing his words carefully not wanting him to think he was too overwrought to join them. "Please, I want to be a good boy for you."

Zevlor smiled, his hand slipping out of the Wizard's hair and running it slowly down his back.

"Is that so? You're ready to take orders then?" Zevlor asked, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes!"  Rolan pleaded, his eyes shining with desperation.

"Good. No touching or cumming until I tell you. Can you be patient for me?"

"Yes , commander." Rolan affirmed his heart pounding in his chest. He was going to be a good boy if it killed him.

"Very good. Oh and hold this for me?" Zevlor purred and to Rolan's great surprise he plucked the vase of flowers from off  his desk and shoved it into his arms.

The question on Rolan's lips was answered as in one swift motion Zevlor picked Tav off the floor and laid her carefully over the desk. Within seconds her under things were ripped away and thighs splayed open by Zevlor’s strong hands. Tav hissed in frustration as her lover pressed against her grinding his head against her swollen clit. 

“No, Zevy, please- you can’t tease me! Not right-” 

With a single, sudden thrust Zevlor buried most of his length in her wet folds, drawing a howl from both of them. The older man steadied himself, easing his way into her welcoming warmth. He had just plunged into her and Tav was already all but singing for him with a chorus of chirps and pleading whines, urging him on. It took no convincing before Zevlor was pounding into her with everything he had. 

 Rolan shivered, his hands clasping tight around the vase. Every second he became more and more aware of the rising of his chest and the tightness of his clothes. He could do nothing but be transfixed by their passion. Tav alone could have easily passed as for a painting of a wood nymph; their blushing cheeks, head thrown back in ecstasy, breast bouncing with every thrust. And Zevlor, a weathered adonis as always, his tight muscles only made more beautiful by his impressive collection of scars. 

His tail snapping behind him as Rolan tried to pace, to find a home for the vase, to make some -any- movement to help ease the heat that was now twisting through him. It only served to make it worse, his erection now straining painfully against the fabric of his clothes. He couldn’t move, couldn’t let himself focus. Rolan only drew closer to them, a moth to the flame, lured in by Tav’s seductive glances. 

Abruptly Zevlor adjusted their position, his place only faltering for a moment before continuing with renewed vigor. The string breathy, pleasured cries falling from Tav’s lips  was enough to make both men throb. That paired with the sharp smacking of flesh on flesh filling the room was weakening Rolan by the second. He tried to root himself to the floor fearing the wrong shift of his robes may push him to cum right there in his pants. 

“ Oh, Commander! Oh fuck-” Tav was writhing, their voice high and tight a clear indicator they were close. “Please I-I need it. Please!” 

With a soft gasp Rolan caught sight of it. Zevlor’s thick, deep crimson knot slapping against tav, begging for entrance. His motion slowed to deep erratic thrusts before he finally slipped it into them. Tav’s shrieks were stifled as Zevlor devoured her lips like a dying man searching for air, his body enveloping hers. In mere moments they both found their climax. Rolan couldn’t help but whimper at the sight; their bodies wrapped together, slowing and writhing. 

Zevlor buried his face in the crook of Tav’s neck whispering his love between kisses. Tav laughed like birdsong as she raked her hands through Zevlor’s wild hair. Rolan simply watched them for what felt like ages, longing to be both of them at the same time. His eyes were so fixed on the beads of sweat following the path of ridges along Zevlor’s back Rolan scarcely heard Tav call to him at first.       

“Poor baby.” She pouted. “Look at that face.” 

 Rolan’s cheeks burned; had he really looked so pained? Any thoughts of shame were shattered as she reached out to him, beckoning. With all the grace of a love sick puppy Rolan buried his face in her palm breathing in the mingling of their scents. 

 “Oh, I’ve missed you Rolan. I’ve missed you both so much.” Tav sighed, eyes sparkling as Zevlor groaned in agreement. 

The wizard whined as her hand left his cheek, traveling south quicker than he could process. Her eyes still locked on his, a wicked smile forming in her lips, she gripped his bulge. It only took a few swipes of her thumb across his head for Rolan to let out a sudden guttural moan. He came hard in his trousers, his whole body shaking from the shock. Rolan sank to his knees, gasping. Despite the surge of pleasure it left him aching and wholly unsatisfied. 

“Oh, dear. Disobeying already.” 

Cheeks blazing, Rolan raised his head to see Zevlor gazing down at him, an amused smile on his lips. 

“Love, don’t be too hard on him. Look at him. He’s so desperate.” Tav sighed clearly pleased with his state. 

 “It’s his own fault,” Zevlor snorted. “ locking himself in that tower day and night. But maybe you’re right.” 

Blushing Rolan cast his eye to the floor. Zevlor was right, of course. Embarrassed he kept his head down trying to still his breathing as Zevlor eased himself out of Tav and slowly helped her to her feet. 

 “Rolan, would you mind saving Tav a walk to our bedroom?” Zevlor asked bracing her against himself to quell her wobbling legs.  

 With the last bit of sense Rolan could muster he snapped his eye shut and muttered a spell. With a dizzying flash and a surprised scream from Tav, they found themselves in their bedroom. The soft orange glow of the early evening spanning across the bed as if to welcome them.

"Gods I hate when you do that. But thank you, love"  Tav laughed as Zevlor helped her to the bed.

Rolan couldn't help but notice the wetness trailing between her thighs and longed to clean it with his tongue. He was brought to reality abruptly as Zevlor pulled him to feet and crashed his mouth against his. Rolan tried to hold back but couldn't help but slither his tongue past those full perfect lips and relish in the taste.

"Get these clothes off." He demanded between kisses.

Rolan shucked his clothes faster than he thought possible. The moment he undid his pants Zevlor’s hand wrapped around his slick half hard cock.

"Z-Zevlor," the wizard pleaded, unsure of what he was even asking for.

"You are eager." He grinned, bringing a hand to Rolan's bare chest in an attempt to calm him. "Is that why you keep forgetting your manners?"

Zevlor eyed him carefully like a bird of prey might a field mouse as he began pumping his fist at a painfully slow pace.

"It's rather rude, you know." Zevlor cooed, voice husky. "Spilling yourself like this when our Tav is so desperate to be bred. To be filled to the brim"

Rolan could only groan dumbstruck at how hard he was.

"But I'm sure you can make it up to her." He continued, eyes soft.

"Zevlor?" Was all Rolan managed, his mouth felt dry, thirsty with a hundred desires.

"What do you want, dear boy?" Zevlor all but whispered in Rolan's ear before licking it up to the tip.

"Everything! Anything, please gods I just want to touch you." He sang out like a prayer.

"You're lucky," Zevlor hummed as he kissed him. "I want you too bad for a proper punishment tonight. Get on the bed. Hands and knees."

Weak knees and all Rolan made it there in a flash, positioning himself in the middle of their bed. A perfect vantage point to watch Tav lounged across the pillows, her hand between her legs, slowly circling her clit. She was also already aching for more. 

A tight grip on the base of his tail announced Zevlor taking his place behind him. Rolan could stop himself from arching his back, the slow circles being pressed into his skin helping to ease his tension. Methodically Zevlor’s hands moved lower, teasingly raking his nails down Rolan’s thighs, eliciting  a shiver. The trance Rolan was on the verge of slipping into was broken with a heavy slap to his ass. He was just as shocked by the wanton moan that escaped him as the action itself. However with his pride running dry Rolan did nothing to stifle himself. Again he arched his back and kept his ass high, trying to look as inviting as possible. 

 After a few swift smacks to each cheek, Zevlor kneaded the perk flesh hard. Rolan felt himself being spread, his leaking cock twitched in anticipation. At last real relief was finally right there. He barely had time to finish the thought before Zevlor’s hot tongue licked a stripe across his hole practically causing his whole body to spasm. The flurry of gasps and whimpers falling from Rolan’s gaping lips did nothing to slow Zevlor’s hungry pace. 

“Fuck! Ugh, Zevlor you’re- ah, gods yes.” He whimpered. 

 A soft set of hands caressed his cheeks, lifting his chin to see Tav a breath away from him. 

“You look so good like this.” Tav kissed him feverishly.

 Headspining Rolan could have died right there, overcome with the feeling of both his lovers tongues exploring him so greedily. He barely even noticed himself chanting their names over and over between kisses, his body demanding more. 

With a final slap to his ass Zevlor broke away, humming to himself at Rolan’s groan at the lack of contact. Locking his arms around Rolan’s middle he pulled him flush against him, his hardening cock fitting nicely between the wizard’s cheeks. He began rolling his hips relishing in the sound of the younger man’s labored breathing. 

 “Rolan,” Zevlor hissed into his ear. He opened his eyes, unaware that he had even shut them. Before him lay Tav- lovely as ever- legs spread wide, lips curved into a playful smile. Zevlor nudged Rolan towards her, not that he needed much conceiving. Sliding up her body he rained wet kisses over every part of her he could find until he was tucked neatly between her legs. Tav -now matching his urgently- wasted no time and impaled herself on his cock. His whole body shuddering, Rolan could have cried as he sank into her warm embrace with ease, his cock twitching at the thought of her still slick with Zevlor’s seed.  

“That’s it. How does she feel?” Zevlor murmured as he pressed his forehead against the back of Rolan’s neck. 

“Heaven,” Was all he could manage at first. “So tight- so fucking perfect.” He grunted and began to move with a steady rhythm, causing Tav to cry out and cling to him, her desperation mounting. 

 The wizard’s pace slowed as he felt Zevlor’s oiled fingers massaging his hole. Possibly against his better judgement, Rolan pressed himself into them- inviting them in- just as Tav had done to him. 

He swore loudly, his muscles tense as the thick digits stretched him open. 

 “Zevlor!” Rolan gasped, a slight panic in his voice. “I- please, I- I won’t last.” 

“Then don’t!” Tav squealed, wiggling her hips. “Rolan, I’m yours.” 

“It’s just,” Rolan stammered as his heart was hammering. The sheer pleasure washing over him suddening feeling unearned, something that should have been worked for. “It’s just too much, too good, I-I don’t deserve it-” 

“Hush.” Zevlor cut the notion short. “You deserve everything, Rolan. We want to give you everything.” 

“But I-” 

“Zevy’s right, love.” Tav pleaded as she gazed up at him, eyes full of longing. “Please? Tell us what you need and it’s yours.” 

“I need you! I need you to fuck me-oh, hells, fuck me.” Rolan mewed, his voice cracking with need. 

 With some slight adjusting of angle Zevlor guided his thick cock into Rolan’s tight ring of muscle. The younger man’s concentration was such that he hardly noticed his own knot forming until he felt Tav’s perfect cunt fluttering around it followed by a chorus of heavenly moans. Legs suddenly weak, he wouldn’t have to worry about keeping his pace as Zevlor rocked him slow and deep. In moments Zevlor found his mark within his lover and attacked it relentlessly. Limbs shaking, Rolan’s climax took him with a violent force. His body thrashed, overcome by the sensation. By itself the feeling of pumping his hot cum into Tav or clenching around Zevlor's impressive length was enough to overwhelm him but this felt something else altogether.   

 Rolan couldn't be sure if his body was pushing past the seering oversensitivity or he was caught in the motion between them. He didn’t care either way. It was breathtaking; devine and torturous all at once. He had never felt to lose and heavy yet his insides were tighter than a bow, hovering on the precipice of another orgasm. Their three bodies- white hot- had burned together into a single being happily devouring itself. 

Through the rapturous fog Rolan became aware of Zevlor’s voice in his ear, his teeth nipping at his neck. He knew at once what he was asking and Rolan whined for it like a hungry dog. As carefully as he could manage Zevlor worked his knot into Rolan’s tight entrance, opening him farther than he ever had. The pulsing ache drove Rolan to see stars as a flood of tears and choking declarations of love flew from him. His whole being seemed to contract- pulse with ecstasy - over and over until suddenly falling still.

When Rolan was pulled back into the waking world he attempted  to sit up, somehow thinking he may have done something wrong. However both  Zevlor and Tav’s arms draped across him. They had shifted, now laying on their side. The lovers stayed tightly locked together, their knots yet to subside. Rolan sighed in relief, he hadn’t wanted to part so soon. 

 “Such a good boy.” Zevlor purred into Rolan’s lightly bruised neck. 

 “You’re too good to me. Really. Both of you.” Rolan said, his voice hoarse. 

 “Don’t talk like that.”  Zevlor warned, a smile still on his lips. “ I’m not above reinstating your punishment, you know.”

 “You wouldn’t be so cruel.” 

 “I would.” Tav muttered against his chest. “I think you could take it.” 

Preparing Dinner:

Halsin prepares the simple sides and helps around with the prep work, Zevlor is in charge of the main course and Rolan the dessert. Halsin goes around being the taste tester. Over Zevlor's shoulder he would lean over and Zevlor would hold out a sampling spoonful taste of a stew he prepared. Halsin would help Rolan kneed the dough or fetch some ingredients. Sometimes he can't help himself and want to sneak a peak into the magical oven and open it as much as Rolan warned against it. Rolan would go to chastise him for spoiling his dinner by sneaking a bite of a honey bun that just finished baking then to immediately turn to Zevlor to see him also about to eat one in his hands.

Bedtime:

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