#nsfk

Well, if Misha wanted that kind of attention, who were you and Ludwig to deny him? He probably needed two mouths to get him off anyway. So he sat back against the pillows and spread his legs wide, allowing you to lay on one side and Ludwig to take the other, propped up on your elbows, his long, thick cock inches from your faces. Hard, uncut, and jutting up and out, it was far too much for one mouth to handle.

"Don't be shy," Misha said. "Suck. Lick. Make out with it. Doctor and little love will get creative, I am sure of it."

You licked at one side from base to tip, then closed your lips around the head to suck at it. Your eyes were closed, but you felt Ludwig's cheek press against yours as he joined you and teasingly kissed the corner of your mouth until you let him suck the tip the way you did. You kissed down Misha's shaft all the way to his balls and back up again. This time Ludwig was making out with the tip and he gladly gave you space to do the same. He giggled when your tongues brushed against each other.

"Come here often?" he asked.

The taste of Ludwig's mouth soon started to pick up the taste of precum. Misha pressed your heads together a little closer, and you shifted your bodies closer too. Your aching, neglected sex was pressed right up against his now, in the perfect position for you to grind on his length. Just a few pushes took the edge off, and Ludwig made such cute noises when you fondled and squeezed his tits. You moaned, Ludwig moaned, and Misha, who could feel the vibrations, really moaned. You must have looked like a slut down there, making out with another slut and making out with the thickest cock you'd ever seen, all while moaning and humping each other. Like something out of a porno.

But Misha treated his sluts well. One of his large hands caressed your shoulders and you caught a glimpse of Ludwig getting the same treatment, with gentle praise and a reminder to give the whole shaft plenty of love. And of course you still kept grinding against each other, both leaking all over each other before a climax was even on the horizon for either of you. You'd never made such a mess in your life. Except maybe the mess dripping down Misha's cock and balls, a wet mix of your drool, Ludwig's drool, and Misha's pre. You'd become intoxicated, like you wouldn't last a day without nursing on Misha's cock anymore, and Ludwig looked about the same, lapping at both you and Misha like it was the only thing he ever learned how to do in life, the spitroasting session from earlier feeling more and more like a distant memory. Misha's two lovers, once fucking him at both ends and being smug bastards about it, now reduced to cock-drunk sluts humping each other at his feet while they serviced him.

"Da... yes, so good..." Misha moaned. "O-open your mouths... Quickly..."

You and Ludwig obediently opened your mouths just in time for Misha to climax, first all over Ludwig's tongue with the first few spurts of cum, then all over yours for the last few as he aimed it where he wanted it.

"Very good," he purred. "Clean tip now."

You and Ludwig lapped at his tip once again, then at each other's mouths, and as Ludwig furiously thrust and thrust, you reached your own messy, glorious climax, at the same time as his.

"You take good care of me," Misha said as you and Ludwig laid on his soft, strong thighs. "No job too big with teamwork. Maybe we do this more often, yes?"

You nodded, completely out of breath.

You assured Astarion going into this that he wouldn't have to do anything. No charming seduction or salacious words, just sit back, relax, and enjoy. Literally sit back. You had propped yourself up against a large rock with your legs spread for him to sit between and rest up against you. As he made himself comfortable, he leaned his head back to rest on your shoulder, where you could run your fingers through his curls and he could smile up at you, flashing those characteristic fangs. You loved his toothy grin, but you were more interested in something lower than that.

You ran a hand down his body, over his abdomen, over the slightest bit of belly.

That's new, you thought. His stomach hadn't looked that full before. After a diet of rats and bugs for 200 years, you weren't surprised he was pretty lean, but this gave you a bit of hope that he was finally eating well. And you sure hoped so; you'd been feeding him well!

You pressed on that little bit of fat and he jolted.

"Sorry," you said. "I just noticed you were fuller than before."

"Yes, full of blood," he said. "That will take some getting used to. Let's just avoid any, well... pressure."

"Big meal you had there, huh?"

He laughed. "You don't know the half of it."

You ran your hand down to the fine patch of dark silver curls around the base of his dick, teasing him with light touches. He fidgeted and moaned, trying to get your hand to brush up against his shaft, until you mercifully wrapped your hand around it and began to stroke.

"When was the last time someone gave a thought to your pleasure, hm?" you purred.

"You're... sweet..." he moaned softly. "I almost forgot..."

He bucked his hips a few times, moaning longer and louder.

"I almost forgot how good it feels."

You leaned down and kissed his cheek. "That's the plan, love. I'm gonna make you feel real good."

You rested your chin on his shoulder and watched your hand move up and down his length. He moaned and writhed in place and his tip leaked precum in little drips. The more you stroked him, the more he leaked.

"So needy," you said. "At the end of the day, you're just so pent-up, aren't you?"

He bit his lip and nodded. "I just want to cum..."

"Should I go faster?"

"Yes! Yes, please, please go faster! I can't wait much longer!"

You pumped his cock much faster, and you focused on some more sensual loving to get him there a little quicker. Your free hand caressed his body and you kissed his neck and shoulder. When your lips weren't pressed against his skin they were just a hair's width away from his ear as you whispered sweet, salacious things.

"You're doing so good. You've gotta be close now, right? All that tension is gonna make you snap, and then you'll cum all over the place. Think about how good that would feel. How good it'll feel to finally let go."

He whined.

"Are you close?"

"Yes..."

"That's good, Astarion. You're doing so good. I'll get you there real soon, I promise. Besides, your poor body can't hold it in forever, right?"

"Don't... remind... me!" he groaned. "Oh, gods... Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, no--"

Instead of having an orgasm, like you were expecting, he started uncontrollably pissing, all over the ground in front of him, and while you still held his dick in your hand. His legs still shook a lot, and he let out a string of incoherent moans and sobs, all while his pale skin turned a deep pink from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

Oh. Maybe he wasn't putting on some much-needed weight after all. Maybe precum wasn't the only thing he was leaking. One thing was certain: all that liquid he'd filled up on earlier led to a long, hard stream that seemed to go on forever, and the longer it went on, the more those moans became sobs. You didn't know whether to even move or not!

The stream died down to nothing more than a few stray drops falling from his tip. He buried his face in his hands, shaking your hand away.

"Oh... gods..." he whispered.

He broke down crying right there, bringing his knees to his chest while keeping his feet on either side of the massive puddle he'd just made, shrinking away from you as much as he could.

"Astarion," you said softly. "It's alright."

"Don't look at me!" he sobbed.

"Astarion, you didn't do anything wrong!" you assured him, getting up on your knees and putting an arm around his shoulders. "I just... I had no idea. You didn't say anything."

"Of course I didn't! It would have made me look weak..."

He sniffled. "Cazador would have had us flayed for admitting weakness. Especially if it took time away from a c-conquest..."

"I'm not a conquest, Astarion. I wanted to make you feel good," you said. "I'm not mad at you."

You leaned in. "There's nothing wrong with being weak."

"Well, now look. The most good I felt was from pissing all over us both! That's weak! You don't see a problem with that?"

"Astarion, come here."

As you moved over to a dry part of the ground, you pulled him into your lap. You felt his erection press against your stomach, undeterred by what he'd established was a deeply humiliating experience. You'd had some mood-killing moments in your time, but it made you wonder.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't be honest with me," you said. "I swear I would have stopped and let you go."

"It's not you. It's always him," he growled. "I still can't get myself to remember I'm safe now."

"It's not that easy. There's probably a hundred things you still do the way you were told without even thinking about it."

"No, no, this one was new," he joked. "Two hundred years of conquests and I never once wet myself. How in the hells am I going to live this one down?"

You looked down at his hard cock.

"You wanna keep going? End it on a high note?"