#monsterboyfriends

A few of his friends and employees try to stop you to ask what’s wrong but you need to get out of there. Your heart is racing and you’re choking on every bit of air you take in. Making it to your car, you peel out of the parking lot at the same time that Drew gets out of the door. He doesn’t even have his shirt on all the way. You hear his motorcycle roar to life but you’re speeding and taking the closest turns you can. You take turn after turn until you know there’s no way he can find you. Your phone rings again and again and you hate him. You hate that he cheated on you and you hate that you trusted him. Even more so, you hate that he’s on his phone trying to call you while he’s on that death trap of a bike. 

You can’t go back to your house. You live together, have for years, and knew he would look there first. All of your stuff is there but you’ll make do, turning the location off on your phone while you’re at it. Merging onto the highway, you try to tamper down the simmering breakdown. You need a plan. You share a bank account, so you can’t use a card. You find an ATM, then, and take out as much cash as it’ll let you. It wasn’t much before it maxed out, but you’ll figure it out. You know the ATM will show up on your banking app so you drive even further away to find a motel. 

You barely register that you’re paying before you’re curled up in a motel bed with sobs wracking through you. You lose track of time, going between bouts of hyperventilating and wailing to lying still and feeling numb. The ringing of your phone is just background noise, but an eventual annoyance you turn off. 

You can’t believe that this is happening to you. Drew and you were perfect together and you love him so much. He was beautiful inside and out and everything you had ever wanted. The two of you met in middle school and have been attached at the hip ever since. You got to see him grow from a lanky and awkward teenager to the strong and confident orc he is and he watched you grow up too. He knows everything about you and you him. All of the inside jokes, the nicknames, the petty fights and perfect make ups. Even in bed you had thought you balanced out perfectly. He liked to be dominant and you were more submissive, trusting him with such a sensitive part of you. It all had you crying harder, mourning the loss of your best friend. You never slept well without Drew - and rarely had to - but your body eventually gives way to exhaustion. 

You lay in bed the next day too, barely getting up to use the bathroom. You text coworkers and bosses, getting as many of your upcoming shifts taken as possible. You’re lucky to already have a week off. The day after you drive a long way to another atm and then back, saving up your money. You know he was going insane looking for you but you refuse to listen to any voicemails or look at texts, knowing it would break you further. 

You buy what you need as you need it. A phone charger, new underwear, a change of clothes. The motel has even started giving you a live in rate, which is a lot cheaper. You have a suspicion the girl at the front desk took pity on you after hearing you crying so often. You go through stages, moving on from crying in bed to crying drunk in the bathtub with a bottle of wine. At least you’re clean then. 

When you finally have to go back to work you look like hell. You’re in some scrubs and shoes from the general store and you half expect to see Drew there waiting on you. You don’t tell coworkers what happened but some of them do tell you Drew contacted them looking for you. 

“All I told him was that I picked up a few of your shifts. You need to talk about it?” one of the girls asks, but you shake your head. She gives you a supportive squeeze when she sees you holding back tears, but doesn’t push it. 

You work in pediatrics as a low level nurse's aid. It pays well and you didn't have to do too much schooling, but lately the hours have been longer and longer. Luckily your favorite doctor is working with you today. He insists on going by his first name, Rennas, which you think is sweet. He is a minotaur, and despite his commanding appearance no one seemed to feel anything other than comfort when he was around. And you were no exception.

Rennas can tell something is wrong with you the moment he sees you. He doesn’t ask you about it though, only is extra sweet to you. 

“You’re finally back! I was lost without you,” he tells you, and you wear the first smile you have in days. 

“I’m sure you were fine,” you tell him softly, no energy for anything else. He just squeezes your shoulder but it’s the first piece of comfort you’ve allowed yourself since you saw Drew cheating. It has emotion bubbling in your chest and you subtly excuse yourself, finding a nice empty storage closet to cry in. 

The door creaks though, and you try to dry your eyes. You aren’t quick enough. Rennas lets himself in, gently closing the door behind himself. 

“Oh, what happened?” he asks you, in the same voice he uses with scared children. That’s the last straw, apparently, before you find your face buried in his lab coat with his hands on your back. 

“He-*hiccup*- he cheated on me,” you manage to get out to him

Rennas huffs out of his nose, the sound characteristic of an angry bull. He’s more intent on comforting you than anything else, sweet nonsense falling into your ear. It starts to work, and as your sobs turn to sniffles he shushes you and wipes your tears away. 

“Gosh, I’m sorry,” you say, trying to laugh at yourself to diffuse the tension.

“Hey, none of that. I’m treating you to lunch, okay? No arguing.” 

Rennas towering over you and being stern sets off the slightest bit of butterflies in your stomach, and you nod. Why waste your energy arguing with him when it feels so nice to just let him take care of you?

“Okay, thank you,” you tell him, shoulders sagging in relief as someone else takes the reins from you. He takes you to a quiet place that’s way out of your budget and your current dress code but you’re ushered in anyway, the owners nodding at him in acknowledgment. It’s the first decent meal you’ve had in well over a week. You tell him as much and he’s concerned, asking what you’ve been doing. You tell him about the motel and how you haven’t had the strength to look at any messages or voicemails. How you don’t know how Drew is and that you feel guilty for ghosting him even though he deserves it. Rennas is understanding and warm, offering input when needed but otherwise letting you talk it out. 

“What are you doing after work?” he asks you, getting a self deprecating snort in reply.

“Going to cry in the shower at my dirty motel room, if I’m being honest.”

“Would you want company? I know I’m not one of your girlfriends but we could watch a movie, I don’t want you to have to be alone sweetheart,” he tells you, and you’d be lying if the nickname didn’t make your heart pick up speed. 

“If that isn’t too much to ask...I would actually really enjoy that,” you tell him. 

“You’re not asking, I’m offering and it sounds like a plan,” he grins at you. 

You go back to work feeling refreshed, the food and support from Rennas doing wonders for you. When your shift is done he drives you both back to your motel. 

“It’s kinda a long way, you don’t mind?” you ask him while he helps you climb into his much bigger vehicle. 

“Not at all! In fact I’d love nothing more than a nice movie night,” he tells you, assuaging your worries. 

You get back to the motel and you’re hit by how messy you’ve left it. You flut around cleaning up, embarrassed you brought a guest over when it was like this. Apologies fall from your lips but Rennas shushes you and takes the trash out for you, unbothered. You put on a movie that you are quickly distracted from. Conversion is easy with Rennas and flows despite the movie playing in the background. Soon he has you opening up even more about the situation. 

“Talking about it just makes it more real, ya know?” you explain, trying to hold in your tears. “I think I need to turn my phone back on.”

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he encourages.

You turn it on but let it rest a while, letting it chime away with all of the missed messages. You reply to everyone else first, cleaning away the notifications until all you have left are Drew’s. Hundreds of missed calls greet you. You swipe them away and listen to the voicemails he left you, only able to leave a few before filling your mailbox.

“I understand you don’t want to see me. I don’t even want to see me. But the house is yours, baby you can take everything. I just want to know you’re safe. I can text you when I’m gone, I’ll find an apartment or something. Just please let me know you’re safe.” 

“Please, please just let me come get you. Wherever you are, we don’t need to talk or anything, I just want to bring you home. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he starts to blubber on the voicemail but then it ends and you're thankful he didn’t leave you one with more crying. You cry too while you’re listening to this, and even more when you read his text messages. 

There are so many and it takes you a while to get through them. You haven’t seen him for a few weeks and he texts you so much everyday. There are paragraphs upon paragraphs of apologies, of begging, of explanations. He tells you how much he loves you, how he’ll do anything to have you back in his life. 

 Some days you can tell he’s struggling more than others and you feel your stomach roll with guilt for ignoring him, realizing that this is the most time you’ve spent away from one another in years. You imagine how guilty he feels too, but he made his bed and he can lie in it. Alone. 

 “Do you feel a bit better?” Rennas asks, squeezing your hand. You nod and try to get comfy but can’t stop the thoughts racing through your head. You can’t help yourself, and you pick up your phone.

“I feel like I should at least tell him I’m safe?” 

“Are you asking my permission,” Rennas teases, not knowing the way that affects you. You think about how easily he would dom you, how easily you let him fill that position for you. You just shrug, unsure. “You seem like you feel bad about it, if it makes you feel better then you should.” You nod along to him and type out a quick text, just a simple ‘I’m safe’ before turning your ringer off. Since Rennas is staying over you fix up the pull out couch. He dwarfs it and you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looks.

“God your bed must be huge,” you laugh.

“Oh, wouldn't you like to know,” he teases, only prompting more giggles. 

You sleep much better that night. Having him in the room with you makes you feel safer and you drift off quickly. Rennas wakes you up with a breakfast before you’re hauling yourself up for work with a much sunnier disposition than the day before. 

It isn’t for another several days when Rennas first broaches the subject to you. He’s trying so hard to be casual as he offers you the extra bedroom in his apartment. You start to argue, not wanting to impose, but you know the motel isn’t very safe. His place is much closer to your work too, so you relent. The smile on his face is worth it and you offer to pay him rent money but he shuts that down quickly. He fixes you with a bewildered look. “You’re joking? You are absolutely not paying me to live here. I want you here as my guest, end of discussion.” There he goes again, offering you the exact assurance you need. 

After the both of you work several days straight, the two of you get a little break . You decide to go out for drinks together, de-stressing and enjoying each other’s company. Rennas makes a joke about one of the new snobby residents and you throw your head back in laughter. When you stop and look at him, he’s staring at you with stars in his eyes. 

“What,” you ask him, taking a drink.

“I think that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, not an ounce of playfulness in his voice. You choke on your drink and laugh even harder when it spills out of your nose, grateful as he cleans you up. But as he gets so close you can’t help but lean up and kiss him softly on the lips, a meek “sorry” leaving you after. 

You weren’t sorry at all though, and you didn’t look it. Not with your lip pulled between your teeth and your eyes locked on his.

“Don’t be,” he huffs out, pushing his lips against yours again. You whimper and press as close to him as the table allows, which is not nearly enough. You break apart for the sake of decency and down your drinks. The walk back to his apartment is full of stolen kisses and hand holding, and halfway through when you feel like you’re going to boil over he tugs you down an alleyway. You kiss and he pushes you up the wall, breathing heavy and grinding his pelvis against you. You’re ready to let him push your panties aside and take you against the brick but a door opens, spooking the both of you into darting away, squealing out in laughter as you do. 

You feel like a teenager again, but a much more adventurous one. Things feel light and a weight is lifted off of you. Rennas and you stumble into his bedroom, tipsy and lust drunk. You lilt out in giddy laughter every time his mouth peels off of your own. You weren’t sure what you were expecting his mouth to feel like but it’s soft and made for kissing. It’s made for other things too, things that he shows you eagerly.

He takes off your clothes and sets you on his bed. “Lay back and spread your legs,” he tells you. You do as you're told, watching him climb up the end of the bed toward you. He pulls your legs over his wide shoulders and yanks you to his face. He wastes no time before his thick tongue is mapping through your folds. He licks your clit over and over, a well muscled arm winding around your middle to keep you still. Your hands are wrapped around his horns, pressing him to you. He moves to your entrance, plunging his tongue deep inside you while his nose rubs against your clit. 

It doesn’t take you long to cum, sensitive from the lack of activity you’ve been having. Between that and the release from the long standing sexual tension with Rennas, he has you spasming against his face quickly, a blinding white orgasm tearing through you. As you gasp out Rennas moans low and hard against you. The vibrations have you squirming out of his hold and when your eyes open you see his hips grinding into the bed, your pussy giving a valiant contraction at the sight of it. 

He stops and rolls onto his back, breathing hard. You can see that he finished, the dark spot around his groin giving him away, and your body is on fire.  

“Oh my god that’s so hot,” you whine out, amazed he came just from eating your pussy. 

“Glad you think so, I feel like a fucking teenager,” he laughs out on his way to the bathroom.

You clean up and borrow a pair of boxers, burrowing into bed with him. He’s warm next to you and his hands pull you close. You savor the way your skin brushes against his in the early morning, everything slow and sweet. He kisses you then, too, before getting you breakfast. The ease at which you fall into this together should scare you, but it only feels right.

Rennas continues to take you to lunch and you get suspicious he did a bit of rearranging of his schedule to overlap with your own. On one such lunch, however, you get a phone call. It’s from your work, so you’re wondering what it could possibly be. But your stomach drops when they ask for you as an emergency contact. You're Drew’s emergency contact. 

“He was in an accident. He’s been stabilized but is still under,” they tell you. You feel like you’re blacking out and you hand the phone to Rennas. He keeps calm, more used to being under this kind of pressure. He pays and has everything taken care of and you’re running through the hospital doors before you realize. 

When you reach Drew’s bedside you break down. His head is wrapped up and his leg is broken. He’s full of bandages on his back and shoulder and as your co-workers tell you what happened it makes more and more sense. He crashed his motorcycle. He took a turn too fast. You feel like you’re going to throw up and a bucket appears in front of you. You puke and heave up all the lunch you just ate, Rennas’s hand holding back your hair. You double check, triple check his charts and fix his saline drip. 

The doctor that worked on him comes in and talks about what happened, how he was treated, and that there shouldn’t be any permanent problems after he heals. 

“I always made him promise to wear a helmet. I would get so mad when he wouldn’t.” 

“Baby?” he chokes out, voice rasping. You bring him some water and he drinks it down before grabbing your hand. He’s on so many drugs and confused so you just let it happen, squeezing back. He falls back asleep and you sit in the other bed, watching him as if that will miraculously heal him. You fall asleep like that, waking in the morning to find yourself tucked in. There's a pack with a change of clothes in it next to you and a note from Rennas. 

He finds you awake not long after that, breakfast in hand. “I’m glad he’s going to be okay,” he says, “walking away from an accident like that without a brain bleed is practically a miracle,

“Not quite a miracle, more like he wore the incredibly expensive top of the line helmet I got him because I was so scared of that fucking bike,” you say.

“Yeah, really glad I wore it baby. I always wear my helmet, you aren’t getting rid of me that easy,” Drew slurs out next to you, spooking you. “Who’s that?” he asks, looking at Rennas confused. “Wait,” he says, his face falling. “Baby, tell me it was a bad dream.” 

You stutter and just look at him, a deer in the headlights. 

“It wasn’t a dream, was it?” he starts to sob out, his face contorting. “I really did that to you,” he wails out. His hands come up to shield himself and you don’t know what to do. You’re crying too but Rennas goes over and presses the morphine button. The cries turn into whimpers as he drifts back off, the pain meds working quick.

Seeing him realize what he did all over again is something that will stick with you forever. The pain on his face won’t leave and you just want it to go away. He looks peaceful like this now, in a drug induced sleep. You call some of his employees and friends, letting them know what happened. They all say how good it is to hear from you, how glad they are he’s okay. No one seems surprised though, which you ask about.

“He uh, he’s been a little reckless lately. Hasn’t been taking care of himself, kinda figured it wouldn’t be too long until something happened. He trashed and tore down his office and has been sleeping on a couch in the back, when he does sleep, that is. We’ll hold down the bar, just take care of him, yeah?” 

He doesn’t talk much when he gets discharged to you, grumbling about not needing to be in a wheelchair. He shuts up when you tell him he has to, though. 

“I haven’t been here at all,” you say, walking through the door of your home.

“I’ve just been in to grab clothes a few times. I started to pack my things but I couldn’t make myself.” You don’t reply, too busy looking around at your home. You go to clean up but Drew stops you. 

“Fuck, no I’ll take care of this,” he says as he leafs through the stacks of bills that have piled up. 

“No, you’re going to go sit on the couch and do nothing. Got it?”

“You’re too good for me, still helping me after -” He starts to apologize again but you cut him off. 

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m not talking about it. If you bring it up again I’ll call your friends to come take care of you and I’m fucking leaving again,” you bite out, storming off into your kitchen. You take your time, throwing away old food and making a shopping list. 

“She moved on kinda fast, huh?” you hear Drew say to Rennas in the other room. Drew gives a sad little laugh, “I’d hate you if I didn’t already hate myself so much, I just want her to be happy. I wish it was with me but I fucked that up” Your knuckles are white from gripping onto the counter, trying hard not to cry again. 

“Hey man, I’m not here to judge you. Just here to help out,” Rennas assures him. “If I were you I’d feel like shit, I’m not gonna try to make you feel worse.” 

And help he does. Having Rennas here is something you thought would be incredibly awkward, and probably pretty hard for Drew, but it actually makes things go so much better. You get to use him as a buffer to avoid any serious conversations and you’ve even come home to them playing video games together. Weird, but not bad. Drew has your old bed and Rennas and you have stayed in the guest bed, not that anything other than sleep is occuring. 

One night you can’t sleep and Rennas is working a night shift, so you head downstairs. What you aren’t expecting is to see is Drew on the couch, his body heaving with quiet sobs. You worry he’s in pain or something happened with his injuries.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay, do I need to take you in?” you ask, and his head snaps to you. He only wails louder and apologizes. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tries to say between gasping sobs, waving you off. 

“Hey,” you say, trying to sound soothing, “are you hurt?” You kneel down next to him, a hand around his arm. He shakes his head no. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says, over and over. He’s taking in gasping breaths and is starting to hyperventilate. You’ve seen him like this before, so you move the coffee table out of the way and pull him to lay down on the floor. You let him spread out and put your hand on his chest and make him breathe with you, finally seeing him take in more air. His lashes are wet and eyes are swollen and everything in you wants to hold him and cry too but you don’t. You get him a glass of water and sit on the couch, wrapping yourself in a blanket. He drinks it wordlessly and scoots closer to the couch. That’s how Rennas finds you hours later, asleep. 

The next morning Rennas and you go for a walk. You tell him about last night and how hard it is to watch Drew feel so guilty. 

“Do you want to give him another chance?” he asks you, voice surprisingly calm. Your heart only races though, wondering if he’s trying to break up with you. 

“What?” you ask him, trying to sound calm.

“I want you to be happy and if that means I have to share you then I can do that, honey I just wanna see you smile again.”

“You really mean that?” you ask him, voice small. 

“Yes, I do. I promise, we’ll figure this out,” he has his hands on your shoulders, making you face him. “You gotta stop putting all of this on yourself, okay? Let someone else worry about things for a change,” he tells you. “You don’t need to know what to do but you’re gonna worry yourself to death. Talk to him if you think you’ll feel better, I’ll be here no matter what.” He punctuates this with a heated and reassuring kiss, taking your concerns with him when your lips part. 

The next time Drew and you are alone in the house, you don’t avoid him. You make dinner and he looks at you wearily when you bring it to the table. You scowl at him, eating a bite from his plate to prove a point. 

“I didn’t do anything to it,” you sass. In the past, this kind of sass would have earned you a spanking followed by a thorough session of make up sex, a sure fire way to fix your attitude. Now, he just took it.  

“Do you still want to talk?” you ask him, less attitude this time. 

“About what?” he answers with hesitation.

“About us, what happened.”

“Is there still an us? I know I don’t deserve another chance but fuck do I want one.”

Now it’s your turn to hesitate. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to feel the same way again, how am I supposed to believe you when you say you love me?” 

“I do, I do so much baby. I’ll do anything. I’ll even fucking share you with him if I need to, I just need you in my life baby, please,” he pleads to you.

“I’m going to need so much therapy to make this work, but I do still love you. You’re a part of me and I don’t feel right without you. I love both of you,” you admit, teary eyed. 

He kneels in front of you, taking your hand in his own. “We’ll go. We’ll go to therapy, we’ll go to counseling. Separate, together, with Rennas, all of it. Whatever you need,” he promises to you. 

“Okay,” you nod.

“Okay?” he asks back, in disbelief of the chance you’re giving him. You nod back and let him wipe away your tears, the both of you pausing to soak in the touch of the other you’ve so long been without.

He takes care of the scheduling, and sure enough you have sessions alone, for you and Drew, and some with the three of you. You’re nervous to go and know you’ll probably do a lot of crying, but it’s more low stress than you were expecting. Drew picked a counselor that is comfortable with your relationship and they don’t bat an eye with you squeezed in between your men on their couch. One of your biggest fears was that they would be judgemental about you wanting to try again after being cheated on, but that doesn't happen at all. 

You recount the events from your side and finally hear them from Drew. He cries a few times while he talks about it and it makes you a bit sick to your stomach but you know it had to be done. While no excuses were made, you hear why he did what he did. It doesn’t justify anything and he doesn't try to, but it does shine some light onto the situation. You’ve been so burnt out with work that even though you love him, you haven’t been able to show it much. He thought you were tired of him, when in reality you were just tired. Not that it excuses his cheating, but you felt better with an explanation. 

The longer you go the more you feel things slowly fixing themselves. You start to trust him again, sooner than you expected. Rennas and Drew even go to some sessions by themselves, both intent on making this work. Drew heals too, quicker than a human. The perks of being an orc, you suppose. It probably has something to do with Rennas’s medical advice and help, too. The day he gets his cast of you’re all relieved, glad you won’t have to hear him whine about how itchy it is anymore.

Work gets better too; a part time position opens up and you take it, after much assurance from Rennas and Drew. It makes a world of difference and you feel like you have time to do things you love again. Your relationships improve across the board, at work and with friends. 

You go out with some friends that you haven’t seen in a while, leaving your men at home. The drinks keep coming and soon enough you’re giggly and dancing around with them, forgetting any of your troubles. By the time the night is coming to an end you’re much more than tipsy, calling an uber home. 

“I’m bacckkkkk,” you sing out as you walk inside, kicking off your shoes. You give a wobbly spin and giggle your way into the living room to see your smiling boyfriends. 

“Did you have fun?” Rennas asks, already well aware of the awnser. You nod eagerly at him and crawl into the closest lap, which happens to be Drew’s. You throw your arms around his neck and chirp out a hello. 

“I miss you,” you whine with a pout on your lips. You look at Rennas too, eyes as focused as you can get them. “I miss you too,” you lament.

“Baby we’re right here, you don’t need to miss us,” Drew tells you, a hand rubbing your back. You arch into it and hum.

“Noooo, I miss you in a sexy way,” you giggle out. Drew swallows thickly, unsure what to say while you play with his hair. Rennas just chuckles and it catches your attention. You crawl to the other side of the couch and perch on top of him, then, petting and loving on him. 

“We can fix that, can’t we?” Rennas says, Drew agreeing with him. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, can’t have our princess feeling neglected huh?” 

“Mh-mh,” you shake your head. You kiss the both of them sweetly and they return your affection. They make you drink water too, in an attempt to thwart a hangover the next morning. It works and you don’t feel half as bad as you expected to when you wake up. You don’t have room to be embarrassed either. Now that you’re awake and sober, your affections from last night are being returned tenfold. One of them is plastered to you at all times, running their hands over you or kissing your neck. A few times you try to subtly signal that you want more but the both of them pretend not to notice. 

Your blood is boiling in arousal and throughout the day you get less and less subtle in your advances. Rennas insists on hand feeding you pieces of fruit, trying not to linger at your mouth. But you catch his fingertip in between your lips anyway, running your tongue over it and sucking. You pull a groan out of him and he finally caves in, crashing his lips to yours. He pulls apart quickly though, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Bedroom,” he pants out. You don’t wait for them, you head there quickly and shed your clothes on the way. You’re in bed and under the covers when they walk in, rubbing your legs together. Rennas takes the lead, coming to stand next to the bed.

“When we misbehave, we should be punished too, don’t you think?” Rennas asks Drew. Drew nods, no trace of apprehension present.  “good, then you’re going to sit there and watch me take her apart over and over. You will keep your hands on the arms of the chair and you’ll be quiet, understand?” 

“And you,” Rennas continues, looking at you blinking up at him, “you aren’t going to look at him over there. You’re going to focus on me and pretend he isn’t here, understand?” 

You nod, but then correct yourself “Yes, I understand.” You’re grateful for the instruction and glad you won’t have to see Drew. You think you’ll feel a little guilty, making him sit there and just watch. 

“Good girl. Arms up,” you follow his instructions easily and he ties your wrists together over your head. It’s not too tight and the silk is soft against your skin. You lay there and breath steady, not having to do anything he doesn’t explicitly ask you to. 

You try to be obedient but your eyes wander to Drew who clicks his tongue at you. Shaking his head, he sings out “Someone couldn’t follow instructions.” 

Your heart beats fast and hard when Rennas turns back to you. You widen your eyes and jut out your lip, pulling your features into the most innocent look you can muster. 

“She isn’t the one being punished, didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Rennas says in faux seriousness, laughing at the way Drew’s jaw clenches.

“And look at you,” he coos, “all pretty and laid out for me, looking at me so sweetly,” you blush and wiggle a little, pleased with the attention. “Too bad I’m gonna have to put a blindfold over those pretty eyes since you can’t behave,” he says, just condescending enough to have heat rushing through you.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, getting scolded again. 

“Ah, ah, ah, I didn’t say you could talk and I didn’t ask for an apology princess, but I’ll let that one go this time,” 

The scolding and teasing has every nerve ending thrumming as he gently slips a blindfold over your eyes. The blindfold works to heighten your senses but it immediately relaxes you too. You sink even more into the bed, feeling Rennas’s hands on you. They move all along your thighs before he’s pushing them apart. 

“Now, tell me one more time honey, do you want this? Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” he asks, thumb circling your clit.

“Yes,” you gasp out, “yes please,” you tell him, rewarded for your manners by the stretch of a thick digit inside you. He opens you up one finger at a time, getting you ready for him. By the time you’re writhing and rolling your hips into him, he adds another. Your voice chokes off and you start to tighten up around his fingers but he withdrawals them, kissing away your whining protests. You feel his flared head run through your folds and you open your legs further in response. The head is wide and pushes your walls apart. He slowly lets you adjust to him with small movements, but as soon as you ask for more he gives it to you. 

As he drives into you you’re aware that Drew is watching. You don’t know if you should hold back, but as soon as the thought crosses your mind Rennas thrusts right against the spot that has stars dancing behind your eyes, forcing out your ravished cries. 

“C’mon princess, let us hear you,” he rumbles out.

He pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you with precise and practiced movements, knowing how to work your body. He knows when to ease off, how to angle himself, how to have you begging for him to never stop. You get more and more sensitive, but instead of being overstimulated everything just feels better and better. You’re on cloud nine and Rennas is slowly thrusting into you when he turns attention to Drew. 

“You look like you’re being tortured,” he laughs out at him. “What do you think baby, should we let him make himself cum?” he asks you, still moving inside of you.

“Yes,” you say, breathless.

“Aren’t you nice,” he says, “You heard her, go ahead.” 

“Thank fuck,” Drew mutters. You can hear the sound of a zipper and the thought of him touching himself to you being fucked has you cumming all over Rennas’s cock once again, lightning rushing through your body. Rennas is grunting and thrusting harder, pushing even more of himself into you.

 “Where do you want it?” he grits out.

“Inside,” you mewl, feeling his cock twitch in response. The permission has him breaking his control. His hands tighten on your hips and he pulls your pussy over his shaft until he buries it deep, filling you with his hot cum. Your legs spasm and shake and you can hear Drew grunting as Rennas rests on top of you.

Just as the blindfold gets too itchy and the binds get too tight, he takes them off, massaging your wrists and kissing your eyelids. When your eyes adjust you look at Drew, slumped back with his eyes closed in a chair, his hand covered in his cum. 

The three of you cuddle up and you twitch and humm against them, your body still singing in your afterglow. They take care of you and make sure you come back to yourself, you doing the same for them. Drew seems to need a little extra reassurance after this too, which you readily give. You don’t let him have you yet, promising him soon though.

After a very productive session at counselling for just the two of you, you feel closer to Drew than you have since you first fell in love. He’s feeling the same, his hand holding onto yours the whole way home. When you get there, Rennas has dinner set up. There’s candles and flowers and you’re overwhelmed in the best of ways with how romantic they’re being.

When Drew kisses the desert from your lips, you deepen it, curling your hand around his neck. “I want you,” you whisper against his mouth. His breath hitches and you smile. 

“Are you sure?” he asks you. He scoops you into his arms when you nod eagerly at him. Rennas hesitates, not sure if he would be imposing but you pull him along, kissing him too. He takes a seat and has a drink in hand, sipping it while watching you. 

You turn your attention back to Drew, his eyes locked on you. You’re nervous now, knowing that this is a big step in your relationship after the damage it has taken.  But you want this, want him. He’s soft and slow as he undresses you, peeling off the uncomfortable layers. He can tell you’re still nervous, though. 

“Baby if you aren’t ready for me again yet that’s okay, we can wait as long as we need to,” he tells you. You shake your head.

“I’m ready,” you say, but the way you’re shaking is telling him differently. But it’s Drew. He knows what to do, how to take care of you. He shushes you gently, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, brushing your forehead with his tusks. You feel even more exposed when he peels himself off of you and walks to the dresser, but it doesn’t last long. He comes back with your favorite socks and sweater in hand. 

“Let's get you comfy, okay?” you just nod. He kisses your chest and breasts as he puts your sweater on, his rough knuckles dragging on your skin. He slips on your socks with the same reverence, massaging up your calves as he does. This wasn’t something you did often, but you always felt so nice and comfy like this. It helped at times when you were anxious or had trouble getting out of your head, the extra bit of softness taking the edge off. 

“Better?” he asks,

“Better,” you echo, taking his hand in yours. 

“If that isn’t the most precious fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Rennas coos from his seat. You blush and squirm, but Drew lightly holds your chin and turns you to look at Rennas. “Well tell him thank you, baby,” he whispers in your ear.

“Thank you,” your voice is soft and airy, as floaty as you feel.

“You’re welcome princess,” Rennas says.

“Good girl,” Drew nips your ear and you gasp, your veins singing with the praise. He gently grinds his still clothed erection into your naked core, feeling how wet you are for him through the fabric. He fumbles with his belt but quickly shucks them off with his pants. You pull him back to you, eyes silently begging. He kisses you and positions himself, neither of you in any mood for drawing this out.

When his familiar thickness fills you it’s like you’re home again. Tears sting your eyes at the intensity of emotion but it’s a good intensity, one you need. He has his face buried in your neck and a wetness there tells you he’s feeling it too. You pulse and ripple around him, your cunt trying to pull him in even deeper.  His length barely leaves your body before his hips snap back to yours, unable to bare being even an inch apart

The noises that leave you are high pitched and needy, almost frantic with the need to feel him. “Please, please,” you call out, unsure what you’re begging for. But he knows, and he quickly pulls out of you.

“On your stomach,” he orders out, propping your hips up with a pillow. You roll over and tip you ass up to him. You have even less control in this position and it’s just enough to let you fully enjoy his ministrations. His hands pull on your ass and hips, bouncing you off of his dick. 

Drew beacons Rennas over with a jerk of his head. He gets in front of you, leaning back against the headboard. He strokes himself and you lean forward, licking and mouthing at his shaft. Soon the pleasure is overwhelming so you bury your face in his thigh instead. Rennas’s hand pets through your hair as he praises you, Drew talking to you too. 

“Your pussy is milking me so good baby. God, I want you to have my babies. I want to put a kid in you, fill you up and never let you out of my fucking sight,” he tells you, punctuating his statements with hard thrusts.

“Fuck, she would look pretty all full of us, wouldn’t she? You want that honey, want us to put a baby in you?”

“Yes,” you wail out, pressing yourself back further onto Drew, shaking from the sensations. A deep growling noise reverberates in his chest and he pushes you further into the bed.

“I’ll give you what you want. Yeah, can’t say no to you huh honey? Gonna fill you up so much you’ll have no choice but to have my baby,” he continues. Rennas moans at his words, eyes rolling back as you start to lick and kiss his balls. Drew’s hand finds your clit, circling it. “You’re gonna cum with me, got it? Gonna make this pusy milk the cum right out of my cock,” he grunts out, feeling you tighten around him. 

Incoherent words start to leave you, frenzied noises that signal your impending climax. Your hands claw and the sheets as your body is overrun with pleasure, jerking back onto his cock as he spills inside of you. 

Rennas is getting up, heaving breaths leaving him as he pumps his cock. As Drew withdraws Rennas takes his place. “I’m so close princess, can I fill you up?” he asks you. You mewl out a yes and lift your ass, further presenting yourself to him. You continue to ride out your pleasure as he breaches you, chasing his orgasm hard and fast before filling you up even more. 

“Fuck, look at that,” he says, pulling apart your legs. He pulls apart your lips with his fingers, Drew petting your back and turning to look too.

“So full of us baby. Wonder if our baby’s gonna have tusks or horns,” he laughs at the squeak that leaves you, running his fingers through the mess between your legs. 

“She’s a good girl, she’ll give us one of each, won’t you?” Rennas asks you, the grin in his voice apparent.