#poly week

He needs rest.

“I’m going,” he whispered.

He used them to move off the bed silently so you wouldn’t wake. He stood by the bed and rubbed his eyes before following the shadows clearly showing him where to go. A light coming from his study was obvious in the dead of night. When Az came to the door, he watched shadows flurry around Eris. Eris was hunched over papers, waving his hand half heartedly to shoo them.

“They’ll stop if you come to bed,” Az said, his voice rougher from just waking up.

Eris’s head snapped up. His eyes meet Az’s then drop down his body.

“Put some pants on. You’re indecent.”

Az glanced down at himself. He was indeed nude. He forgot he hadn’t put pants on, so focused on getting the shadows to leave him alone.

“It’s the dead of night. If anyone besides us is in these chambers at this hour, they deserve what they get.” He crossed his arms. “It’s late. Come to bed.”

Eris propped his elbow on his desk and rubbed his eye. “I’m almost done reviewing these reports. I’ll come to bed in a few minutes.”

“You said that when you sent us to bed hours ago.” His shadows agreed. Hissing that Eris was a liar. “Whatever it is can wait.”

“No, it can’t,” he snapped. He paused immediately and took a breath. “What I mean is that these reports are important to the trade agreement. I have to make sure I don’t miss anything.”

“You have advisors for that. You have me for that.” Shadows hissed at him again. “My shadows aren’t going to let you stay up. So you can come willingly or I can come over there and force you.”

Eris leaned his elbows on the desk and started rubbing his temples. The shadows told Az to just be done with it and pick him up. His chuckle had Eris sighing loudly.

“Fine. But just so you know, I used to stay up all night doing this and I was fine.”

“You’re not three hundred years old anymore, Eris.”

“Neither are you,” he grumbled.

Az watched him straighten up his desk, tucking away reports while shadows kept a sharp eye on him. Once everything was sorted and he couldn’t stall longer, Eris brushed back his hair and sighed. Az tucked his wings in and stepped back into the corridor as Eris finally came out of the study.

“Don’t trust me to follow you,” he asked Az, a tired smirk gracing his lips.

“You know I don’t.”

When they both snuck back into the bedroom, his shadows allowed him to slip back into bed with ease. They didn’t provide Eris that same courtesy after he shed his own clothes. As soon as the bed moved, Az felt you move.

“Hmm?” Your sleepy hum came out like a whisper.

“It’s just me, love. Go back to sleep,” Eris whispered back.

You didn’t listen. You sat up on your elbows and Az did his best not to laugh.

“Er? What time is it?”

“Time for you to go back to sleep. Come here.”

You mumbled something even Az couldn’t understand but moved over to Eris. Az didn’t complain. That gave him more room to spread out his wings, scooting himself over as well to drape one over you and Eris. With his shadows settled he easily went back to sleep.

Az woke in the morning and Eris was already gone from bed.

Our mate is stubborn, the shadows whispered.

He was but there wasn’t much Az could do about it at that moment. What he could do is scoot closer to you and your end of the bed. A soft grumble escaped your lips when he wrapped his arm around you and draped his leg over yours.

“Morning,” Azriel buried his face in your hair. You groaned back. That made him chuckle. “We should take the puppies for a walk today.”

That woke you up. You inhaled sharply and let out a sigh as you rolled over in his arms.

“What time is it?” You reached up and rubbed one of your eyes.

“Past time to get up,” Az grinned.

You moved out of his grasp and sat up. He tried to not let his mind wander as he watched the blanket fall, your bare chest exposed to the chill air. He focused on how your hair stuck up at odd angles instead.

“Did Eris even come to bed last night?” You frowned.

He laughed. “You don’t remember? He woke you up.”

You scrunched up your face and made a noise. “It’s a free day, is he seriously working?”

You stretched your arms to the sky and Azriel’s gaze fell right back to your breasts. You yawned again, and dropped your arms, slumping forward.

“I can smell you,” you turned your head and sharply glared at him. “Are you ever not horny?”

“With you it’s hard not to be.”

He brushed the back of his fingers against your arm. For a moment you looked as if you’d take the bait, but you sighed again and threw back the covers.

“Let’s get dressed and go drag Eris for a walk,” you said getting off the bed.

His shadows agreed with him and nudged at him to get out of bed as well. Resigned, he rolled out of bed and stretched his wings. You both dressed, Az in his normal leather pants, dark blue top, and his boots; you in flowy brown trousers and deep rust blouse under a gold stay with your own leather boots.

“Where is he?”

Az turned to you, his expression asking the question for him. The shadows knew what you meant. One curled up by his ear and whispered Eris was in the High Lord’s office with the door locked. Azriel frowned.

“Office. We have to winnow in.”

The way sadness washed over you and poured into the bond- he knew you knew the door was locked and what that meant.

“It’s getting bad again, isn’t it?” You whispered. You came up and took his hand. Your fingers rubbed along Az’s own.

“Not like last time. He’s just a little overworked.”

A little was probably an understatement. Eris went through waves; he would balance his work and personal life, and slowly start to unbalance it. Azriel was used to it when it was just him. The first time it happened with you as part of the family, however- Azriel’s free hand twitched at the memory.

It was the only fight the three of you had since you’d been together. It got very ugly. Since then it’s happened three more times but you all managed to work through it. It didn’t stop you from immediately going back to that first one, remembering how bad it was. He and Eris would regret that for the rest of their lives.

“Come on baby, we will get him to go with us. He just needs a break.”

You squeezed his hand and he shadow walked you both into Eris’s office.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Eris felt like his eyes were crossing. He’d poured over this treaty ten times noting every possible loophole and vague wording that could cause misinterpretation. He run his hand through hair, brushing back unruly red locks. He’d been working on this treaty all week and felt no closer to finishing it. His inability to focus wasn’t helped by the cloudy skies. Days like these he wanted nothing more than to say in bed.

He looked over at the stack of reports he poured over until Azriel forced him to bed. He reached over and grabbed them while frustratation welled in him. There could have been something he missed. If Az and his shadows had simply left him alone, he would be done by now. Azriel never understood the pressure he was under.

After all this time, his father’s legacy still haunted him. They were still finding old laws set by Beron, missed during the reviews in the first years of Eris’s reign. He still felt the need to ensure Autumn subjects he was just and fair. And despite both of his mates’ skills, he was not going to burden them with it. As if summoned, the room darkened in front of his desk. It took all his might to not groan in annoyance when you and Azriel appeared in front of him.

“Yes, loves?” He put on an air of indifference and shoved down the other feelings.

You walked around his desk and stopped by his chair.

“We are going for a walk. The three of us.” You put your hands on your hips.

“I’m busy, my love. Go on without me.”

You scowled at him. “No. It’s a free day; the end of the week. We are taking the puppies for a walk and you’re going with us.”

“I don’t have time-“

“You’re making time.”

He cut his eyes to you as his anger burned in his gut because you cut him off but you didn’t falter. He felt the coolness of a shadow wrapped around his wrist, urging him to calm down. He glanced to Az who was stanced as if he was ready to grab you up if Eris lost it. That alone dampened any anger in him. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair again.

“Where exactly are we taking our puppies, my stubborn fire?”

Eris hated how you and Azriel both visibly relaxed. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you both, especially when you had to weather his anger. But you smiled at him with genuine affection and he shoved those thoughts away.

“The mum field.” You held out your hand. “Let’s go.”

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The second that the three of you winnowed into the kennels, the puppies started to bark. The other hounds were trained by Eris himself. The puppies were still learning; training with a handler daily. It took one whistle from Eris to get them to silence and sit at attention.

His prized smoke hounds sat behind the fenced wall, their sleek gray fur gleaming under the natural light of the windows. Of course when you approached the door, the new litter began to thump their tails despite not being commanded to be at ease.

“Have you been coming out here on your own?” Eris side-eyed you.

“No.”

Your tone and the way you ducked your head and that told him everything he needed to know. Azriel of course snickered.

What was he going to do with you?

“These dogs are not house pets, Y/N.”

You sighed, unlatching the door. “They’re just puppies, Eris. You come and play with the others all the time.”

Play was a subjective term. He ran exercises with his hounds once a week. He did dote on them; he wasn’t a monster to withhold affection. New litters needed balance in order to retain training in their later years. He couldn’t stay mad, however. Not when you opened the door and he clicked twice for all of them to go at ease. The squeal of laughter you made when the puppies and other hounds ran up to you when you entered the kennel was worth it.

He and Azriel walked in, Az shutting the door behind him, as the hounds gathered around for attention. It was surprising how quickly they took to you and Az; though he was certain they could tell what you were to him. Eris in particular zoned in on Jora, mother to the current litter of pups.

“Hi, sweet girl,” he whispered. He knelt down, scratching her behind her floppy ear as she tried to lick at him. “Do you want to go for a walk with us?”

The hounds heard the word walk and immediately all of them became excited. Eris kissed Jora’s forehead and stood up, snapping his fingers. All silenced their yelping and stood still on all fours, tails still wagging. He ushered his mates out and with another signal, had the hounds follow behind them.

Leaving the kennels and walking along the trail had to be a sight to see. You jogged ahead a little ways, the litter of pups chasing after you and stumbling some on their feet. Azriel laughed each time a pup took a small tumble. Eris suppressed his own. He and Az walked side by side a bit behind you, the hounds in a formal line behind them as they were trained to do. Jora was allowed to walk beside him to keep an eye on her pups.

It was still cloudy when you reached the field.

The next few hours were spent in the meadow. Azriel eventually fell asleep lying on his stomach, wings spread out and warming under the sun once the clouds parted. Eris watched you play with the pups until you tired, shadows taking over and running all the hounds in circles using the shadows in the flowers and grass. Eris propped himself against a tree at the edge of the meadow.

You had come and sat in front of Eris, between his stretched out legs. You rested back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. He couldn’t remember the last time he sat with you like this. It was nice, the two of you sitting in silence together.

“Should we wake him?” You nodded your head to Az.

“Probably,” he mused and rested his chin on your shoulder. “He’s quite the baby when his wings get sunburned.”

You hummed, amusement in your tone. “Thank you,” you whispered. You put your hand over where his rested on your waist. “For coming with us.”

“Thank you for making me,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“You know we can help you. We don’t mind.” You turned your head and gave him a smirk. “I was one of the best emissaries before you stole me away.”

“It’s not stealing when you're willing.”

“Thesan disagrees.”

Thesan did in fact hold a slight grudge against Eris after the bond snapped. Not that he didn’t understand. You were damn good at what you did. Also why he offered you a reprieve after the mating ceremony. In that moment, Eris could see how he was being hypocritical. He offered you a break but never took one of his own. He didn’t further examine that thought- lest he ruin the moment the two of you were sharing. Instead he watched the hounds, including the pups, wander over to your area of the field and seek shade under the trees.

“We should wake Azriel.” He said. “Even the pups are tired.”

He looked over and tugged on the bond to Az. Azriel grumbled. You must have tugged as well, as he turned his head away from you both. When he didn’t get up, you shifted in Eris’s lap and gave him a wicked grin.

“What’s the signal for a playful attack?”

Eris grinned back. He let out a long whistle, alerting the hounds. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed at Azriel. Three of the closest hounds: Lo, Thebe, and Klaus, ran over to Azriel and immediately started to lick at his face. You erupted with laughter and Az jolted awake.

“What the fuck,” Az, shooed at the hounds but the were not deterred. “Okay I’m up, call them back.”

Eris whistled again and the hounds came bounding over.

“Good boy,” he scratched at Klaus’s ear, while you gave Lo and Thebe loving pets as well.

Az sat up in the field, and stretched both his arms and wings. He let out a yawn before getting up and walking over to the shade.

“Was that necessary?” He scowled, hands on his hips.

“Yes,” you replied. “You would get burned if you didn’t get up.”

”We both know what a baby you are when that happens,” Eris added.

Az sat down and made a gesture Eris was certain was vulgar in Illyria. Now that he was in the shade, his shadows came out. Two slithered around the sunlight shining through the trees and came around you and Eris. One went to his wrist, the other in your hair and both rested contently. The three of you sat in silence, before Azriel brought up some courtier gossip. You excitedly explained what you had heard on the same topic.

Eris sat there and listened, and anuncomfortable feeling sank into his chest. When was the last time he sat and listened to his mates? Even just to hear idle gossip about a court member he didn’t recognize. His mind kept spiraling. When was the last time he had dinner with the two of you? He had no idea what you both did with your time. Last night was the first time in weeks he’d been in bed and held you. The shadow tightened on his wrist and you turned in his lap, moving back to rest on your knees between his legs.

“Eris?” You and Azriel both were staring at him. “Where did you go?”

If Eris was capable of crying he would have. You and those eyes, searching him to see what past horrors were triggered when the truth was it was he who was the horror.

“No where,” he whispered. “I simply realized what a terrible mate I am.”

Something hit him in the head. He looked down to see an acorn rolling in the grass. He looked up to see Azriel glaring.

“Did you just hit me with an acorn?” Eris was truthfully too dumbfounded to do anything but gap at his mate.

“I’d punch you if Y/N wasn’t in the way.”

At that Eris heard Jora growl but not get up from where she laid with her pups. She recognized the empty threat, the smart hound she was. But she still didn’t like Az smarting off at him.

“Az-“ you tried to interject.

“No.” He jumped to his feet, wings flaring to balance him. “I'm not going to sit and listen to Eris feel sorry for himself.” His gaze turned to Eris. “You need a break. A real one.”

Eris remained silent. You had sat back on the grass, arms around your knees. He could feel sadness in your side of the bond. He locked his side down- he didn’t want to further your discomfort.

“He’s right Ere,” you said so softly he almost didn’t hear it over the breeze. “You’re slipping away from us again.”

That hurt him more than any physical blow he had endured. Now he really could cry. Why was he cursed? He didn’t deserve you or Azriel. And he was doing it again- burying himself in work and ignoring the two of you. He was a terrible husband and mate. He was so lost in his own thoughts, he startled when you moved up to him and put your hand on his cheek.

“We cannot help you if you don’t let us.” You said softly. “I know you’re set in your ways and think you have to do everything alone. But you don’t.”

“Do what you have to do tomorrow.” Az said. He could see him cross his arms, shadows still agitated but not as much. “Then we will spend three days together. Not working.”

“That caldron damned treaty is not going to be done by tomorrow.” Eris grumbled.

“And it won’t be done by the end of next week, either.” You pulled your hand back and missed your touch already. “Your governors still have to sign it before it even goes out to the other courts.”

“I hate when you're right.” He didn’t suppress the small smile forming on his lips. “Fine. I will finish it up tomorrow and we will take three days to ourselves.” You grinned, Azriel stood there smug. “Let me guess, you two have something planned?”

Your grin became wicked. “Maybe.”

That stirred something in him but he suppressed it. He huffed and rose to his feet, dusting off his pants. The hounds watched him, knowing he would signal them to do the same in a moment. You stood as well.

“Let’s go back,” he pointed between you and Azriel. “And you two can explain to me this plan of yours.”

“Deal.” Az smirked.

Eris tried to not roll his eyes at his mate. He gave the alert and all the hounds rose to their feet. Except for the pups. Eris signaled again and two of them whined but didn’t rise.

“Poor babies,” you cooed. You picked one up and placed them on your shoulder. The pup didn’t even wake. “So sleepy.”

“You’re spoiling them.” Eris scowled.

“They’re just babies,” Azriel retorted, picking up another and placing them on his shoulder. “It won’t hurt to carry them.”

Eris realized he wasn’t winning this battle. Azriel grabbed another to put over his other shoulder and with an exaggerated sigh, Eris picked up the last one. He refused to admit it was adorable how the puppy in his arm snuggled against his neck, no doubt loving the warmth he radiated. Jora watched them, head moving between the three of them to make sure her babies were fine. Eris knelt down and scratched her ear.

**

You haven’t, despite every harsh word you’ve had with yourself, been able to stop watching Lucio and Valerius for the 3 hours you have been sitting here. You’ve been watching them from your table in the corner, drink in hand (multiple, actually, you’re maybe just a little tipsy). And when you get tipsy, you tend to become a bit green.

It’s a gathering at the palace, for…city planning, or consuls, or foot fetishists, or something. You don’t care. The purpose of it was never the point. You had received the invite, you had showed up—and had almost immediately realised what a colossal mistake it had been.

Because once you were at a party in the Count of Vesuvia’s palace, surrounded by all the most important people and courtiers who whispered and gossiped and delighted in the suffering of others, it was impossible to leave without it being noticed.

And so here you are, forced to watch, forced to suffer, though after so many hours and so many drinks you are not sure which of your two suffering options you would prefer.

Lucio has been moving around the hall the entire night, mingling with the crowd, speaking to various guests – people from Nevivon, cities they wish to trade with, throwing his goddamn charming smirk at anything that bats its fucking eyelashes at him.

Placing his hands on shoulders.

Laughing at every joke.

Twirling locks of hair around his fingertips.

It’s pathetic.

Valerius hasn’t been much better, though. He’s been allowing it, following Lucio around with his wine glass in hand, a half-sneer on his face as he introduces the Count to each new guest that said Count then proceeds to practically throw himself at and propose marriage to.

You had caught Valerius’ eye just once during the hours you had been watching him; his half-sneer had become a full sneer, then. He’d barely kept contact with you for a second before looking off, stepping to the side so you could receive a full look of Lucio sidling up—laughing, smirking, batting his fucking eyelashes—all to someone whose resemblance to you was too striking, and too impossible to ignore.

And then you were burning, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fury. Fury that they had invited you back. That you had accepted. That they were ignoring you so easily. That you hadn’t noticed it before, the way the Count and his consul linger a little too close, the adoring looks they throw each other when the other isn’t looking, the ease at which they lean in and murmur in the other’s ear, a secret only for the two of them.

Of course they were fucking.

Of course something was going on between them, but how had no one in this gods-forsaken city noticed it? And why had it been you that had been pulled into it, you that had accepted the invitation to the consuls quarters, and then been left with all the messy pieces?

You drain the remainder of your drink and shove yourself to your feet, only partially managing not to sway on them. You grasp your glass and throw one more furious look at the two of them before beginning through the crowd toward the bar.

The line is long, you can see it as you approach, and you are figuring out how to avoid that and still get your drink when a large hand grabs your elbow and pulls.

You yelp, the noise barely heard of the cacophony of the party; darkness envelopes you, then dim candlelight, and you realise you have been pulled into one of the anti-chambers sometimes opened to create additional room for party guests.

“How dare y-”

You cut your own furious, slightly slurred words off as you lock gazes with Lucio. He quirks an eyebrow at you as he gazes you over, eyeing every inch of skin almost casually as one might glance at a passing crowd. Light is dancing in his eyes as he tilts his head down at you, finally looking to your face. He chuckles, then turns his head slightly to call over his shoulder.

“Val, I think we might have found one who is even more jealous and possessive than you.”

You quickly rearrange your features, or at least try to appear impassive. You glance off, and when Lucio takes you by the chin—squeezing just a little too tight—and turns you back to look at him, it’s everything you have in you not to be spewing venom through your eyes and teeth.

“Oh, pet,” he sighs. His smile is the kind of soft you’ve only ever been allowed to see once. “There’s nothing to be jealous of, no people who would ever steal us away.”

You roll your eyes, and as soon as you do, Valerius has stepped up beside you, as though waiting for the moment you would. Anticipating it. He leans against the wall to your left, and with the pillar to your right and Lucio in front of you, you realise that you are trapped—and by the look in each of their eyes, very intentionally so.

Valerius’ eyebrow quirks, and you realise he’s waiting for something, for you.

“Well?” Lucio asks. He reaches forward to toy with a piece of your hair, curling it the same way he had been curling that wenches hair back in the hall, watching the movement of his fingers as he waits. You realise that Valerius is waiting for an answer, that he had asked a question.

“No?” You answer, more of a question to your voice than you’d hoped. Lucio almost seems to pout.

“No?” He repeats.

You backtrack. “…yes?”

Both of them laugh, and it’s so different to how they were laughing in company not even three minutes previous; Lucio’s is a little more high-pitched, he’s not even trying to cover it, and Valerius’ comes with a smile that reaches his eyes. Their true laughs. You feel your growling beast settle a little in your chest.

“Oh pet,” Lucio nuzzles into your neck, takes your hips and holds you there while he kisses you softly. You shiver against him, suddenly losing quite a lot of your steam.

“Do you really believe that we would leave you to rot in favour of someone else that had caught our eye?” Valerius says.

You can’t help it, it slips out, “Isn’t that what you did with Nadia?”

Lucio’s grip on your hips tightens, “We had an arrangement with Noddy, but she knew it would never last. Not the 3 of us together. But you and us…” He sighs softly into your neck, grazes his teeth along your pulse. “We could be forever. Eternal, if the world should ever let us.”

You still at his words, your eyes flickering to Valerius to watch his own reaction. He gives you nothing with his eyes, but instead reaches forward to brush his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Do you need us to prove it?” He asks. “Do you want us to show you how much we care? Do we need to dote on you, praise you, for you to truly believe it?”

You nod. Without thought, without hesitation, without apology, you jerk your head and breathe out a please.

Their response is just as immediate. Lucio steps away and Valerius steps in, scooping you up to carry you to the center of the room, where an ornate chaise lounge inlaid with gold awaits. He deposits you on it before settling behind you, allowing you to lean back against his chest between his legs. Lucio has swept off his jacket and laid it across the back of a nearby chair, and as he places a hand on each of your knees, his grin is that of the devil incarnate.

“You are perfect for us, little one,” Valerius murmurs to you, as Lucio parts your thighs and settles between them. “Perfect in every way. From the way you respond to every touch, to your wide eyes as you watch me fuck Lucio into submission like it’s the most glorious thing you have ever seen in your years of existence—even the way you seem to plot the murder of every person who comes within touching distance of either of us is so wonderful to watch.”

You bite your own tongue to stop yourself from biting out that they were the ones shamelessly flirting, that it wasn’t you overreacting, but it is exactly what they want—it is all exactly what they had planned for you to do, if their speed and matching smirks are anything to go by.

And so instead, you watch as Lucio presses a kiss to the inside of each thigh, and as the pointed fingers of his gloved hand press tiny pinpricks of pain into your skin. You hiss, and watch his shoulders roll in pleasure at the sound as he continues to kiss and lick and bite up the inside of your thighs until each is parted as far as you will allow, and he is able to run a finger down you—completely bare, no undergarments since the moment you had arrived at the palace that evening.

Lucio chuckles at this. “You’re too good to us,” he murmurs against you, before gently parting your folds and inhaling.

He groans. Presses his lips to your clit. You whimper, you shake, and it hardly seems fair that neither of them seem as affected as you.

Though you suppose that neither of them have the disadvantage of being more than a little tipsy and having watched you flirt shamelessly while they filled with green, bubbling rage that had, somehow, managed to turn them into a shaking mess who just wanted to be loved, praised, shown that they were the only one who mattered.

“Talk to me, little one,” Valerius croons into your ear. “What will make you feel better and less of a petulant, jealous little mess?”

You are only vaguely aware that he has undressed your top half, leaving your clothes bunched around your waist. His hands are cupping and rolling your breasts while his lips suckle spot after spot onto your bare shoulder and neck.

“Tell me what you feel,” you gasp out. Both hands are in Lucio’s hair, gripping tighter and tighter the louder Lucio’s lapping tongue and moans become as he eats you out. “Both of you, what you really feel. Don’t lie.”

Valerius makes a thoughtful noise, almost as though he weren’t expecting such an answer. But, as Lucio slips a second finger into you and begins to gently stretch and coax you apart, Valerius does not try to step around it, and it’s the Count himself who seems the most greedy to give you his words and affections in between his crooking fingers and sweeping tongue.

“You, my wondrous magician, my sun and stars, my sweetest poison,” Lucio coos to you, his voice low in his chest. “Are everything I could have hoped for myself, for us.”

Your cheeks heat at his words, despite them being nothing but what you asked for, no lewdness or filth to them. He looks up at you as he slips a third finger into your aching pussy, your swollen clit caught between his lips, and you whine out his name in a pitch almost too high to hear.

You hear him curse under his breath, followed by the faint noise of his zipper before he takes himself in his hand with a groan. When he continues, his voice is strained.

“You give me all of my favourite sounds and sighs, and the fire I was watching burn inside of you tonight only made me want you so much more. To know that you want me, that I am important enough to you to make you want to tear heads and claw faces—that is by far my greatest achievement.”

Your chest is swelling, almost fit to burst, at his words. You feel a little of that snarling, green beast retreat back into the nastiest recesses of your mind, replaced by something that is greedy for every ounce of pleasure Lucio can give you, and then more.

After spending a few moments watching your face move through the motions, Lucio pulls back, and you whine in protest when he steps away to dig into his coat pocket. Valerius pulls you against his chest when you try to follow and keeps you there, his hand smoothing down your stomach to begin teasing you with his long fingers as you both wait for Lucio to return.

When he does, he’s holding something long and jet black in his palm. You flush at the sight of it, and he quirks an eyebrow at the response, glancing the vibrator over as he drops back into his place between your thighs.

“This, of all things, makes you blush?” He asks.

You try to roll your eyes again, but Valerius catches you again, your jaw caught in his hand as you try to turn your head away.

“Do you need to hear more?” Valerius asks you. His gaze drops down to your lip, caught between your teeth as you try to hide your growing smile.

“Maybe.”

Valerius grins—that same one that reaches his eyes and makes your brain blissfully numb for the first few moments it enters your vision—and takes your lips with his own. He kisses like he fucks, with slow, deep motions that have you quaking in his arms. He keeps you there long after he’s had his fill, tasting and tasting and tasting, not even letting you pull away to gasp when you hear the faint buzzing of the vibrator, or when you feel it pressing against your entrance.

“I suppose it is my turn to make you sigh,” Valerius murmurs against your lips, as Lucio begins to work the vibrator into you with short, shallow thrusts. It’s no bigger than either of them, but at the angle he has you and with the tenseness in your body, you feel almost too tight to take it.

Valerius’ fingers find your clit once more, drawing slow, lazy circles over it to help you along. Lucio shifts your hips forward just slightly, and together they seem to work you down enough to ease the vibrator inside of you completely, to the point where you can feel its buzzing in every inch of your pussy, causing you to twitch around it and whimper.

Valerius takes your lips again, then kisses along your jaw as Lucio begins to fuck you with long, deep thrusts. Valerius captures your earlobe between his teeth, biting down gently and rolling it there before he continues.

“I wish so very much I hadn’t used our first kiss to lure you,” he tells you. The admission makes you still, the soft way he says it—the slight catch in his throat, barely detectable—making you reach back and bury your fingers in his hair. He closes his eyes and moans, almost purrs, before continuing.

“If I could do it again, I would ask you with my words, and save our kiss for when you were sobbing for it, writhing above me and begging to be loved, just so I could taste your tears on your lips while I did it.”

You nod, though you don’t really know what for at this point. You can feel them in every inch of you, their affections and adoration and unspoken love.

Valerius, with his sighs against your sweat-dampened neck.

Lucio, grinning into the skin of your inner thigh, brushing his canines against it to make you shiver.

It’s almost too much for your human heart to bare, magic or not there seems to be no way for you to hold exactly what you had asked for inside of you, exactly what they had given without question or contest.

“Stop!” You whine as you writhe against Lucio’s ministrations, his hand as he furiously rubs at your aching clit, the vibrator as he fucks you with faster and faster strokes. “Please—please stop, I need you to fuck me!”

“And why is that?” Valerius asks, seemingly unable to keep that dominant edge from his voice at the mention of you wrapped around his cock.

“I—” You push Lucio’s hands away, and he surprises you by conceding. You blink at him, then glance down to his unbuttoned pants.

His cock is stiff in his hand as he pulls it with long, even movements. He is eyeing you like a fucking meal, like he could consume every inch of flesh that belongs to you and not ever be sorry for your screams of pleasure while he does it.

“I need you to come inside of me!” You gasp out.  “Pump your seed inside of me as I scream, mark every inch inside of me so I’ll always know I’m yours—I want to feel it dripping from my pussy, want you to stand back and watch until it’s all out. Give me your attention, your love, I want everything!”

In a movement you almost don’t catch, Lucio reaches down and yanks you forward by your ankles. Your back goes flat along the lounge, thighs spread wide for him at the edge as he lines his cock up with your aching pussy and thrusts inside.

You scream out as he fucks you, his fingertips bruising your hips as he groans and curses under his breath like a man deranged. You arch your back as he hits every sensitive part inside of you, stretches you out, makes you imperfect for anyone else but him.

“AH! FUCK, Lucio—” You cry out as his thrusts become shallow, uneven, desperate. He hunches forward, arms caging you as he nuzzles into your neck. “Come inside me, please, please come inside me I need it so much PLEASE PLEASE!”

He shudders against you and sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he comes, the feel of his hot seed filling your belly, coating your walls, making you delirious as you crash over the edge with him.

“Fuck—” He hisses into your shoulder, trying to sooth the mark his teeth left with his tongue, but in a matter of moments he’s just making another and another as he empties inside of you, body shaking from the strain of keeping himself up. “S—so good, oh little one, your pussy feels so good when it’s milking my cock, it’s the most perfecting fucking thing in the world.”

You whimper against him as your orgasm recedes, leaving you weak and a little heady. Lucio pulls out of you, whimpering and whispering into your ear, thanking you for letting him fuck you, for letting him come inside of you.

“Sit up, little one,” Valerius says. He offers out a hand, and he helps you shift over onto your hands and knees, your hips pressing up into the air with your chest to the lounge.

“What a spectacular sight,” he murmurs.

You shift your hips, clenching the walls of your pussy as you feel Lucio’s seed begin to drip from it. It rolls across your swollen labia. Some of it drips out onto the plush fabric of the chaise. A line trails down the back of one of your thighs. You turn your head to whimper into the chaise, and you hear Lucio give his own whine in response.

“Just let her sit there,” Valerius tells him softly. “You can clean her up with that filthy tongue of yours in a moment.” He pauses, then says with an almost malicious grin you can hear weaving its way through his words, “Or perhaps she can let it dry between her thighs while we speak to some more of our guests.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, your chest tightens. You know then, as the two of them watch Lucio’s seed drip from your pussy, that there was never any real danger.

There was no one else who they would take in your place. No other in the city, perhaps in the world, would entertain their desires with such recklessness. No.

**

As you step into the doorway and push on the door, already left slightly ajar, you inhale sharply.

“Fuck—” Valerius tilts his head back as he groans, his braid falling from his shoulder, along with several pieces that have already started coming loose. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last, baby.”

His words send a shiver through Lucio. He is bent over the side of the bed facing you, lips parted, jaw shaking. His face is flushed and he is begging, crying, groaning as Valerius thrusts furiously into him, fucking his ass with a brutal and unforgiving pace.

In between his groans and cries, you can hear quiet little demands, these bratty little commands to go faster, fuck him harder, give him more. His words sound so much like the Count of Vesuvia, but don’t look as though they should match the whining, pathetic mess currently being fucked into oblivion by his Consul.

Lucio is the first to spot you, his latest babble of demands and groans cut short as his eyes flicker to you in the doorway. His expression is a little clouded but curious, and he has already spotted the hand you have cupped around your breast, the way your nipple is showing through the sheer fabric of your dress as you thumb and caress it with your bottom lip between your teeth.

But despite it being Lucio who finds you first, it is Valerius’ gaze that you seek out, the taste of his tongue still lingering from when it swept into your mouth, from when you whimpered and keened against his barely-there brush of his hand along your breast, a mere two days ago.

“There she is.”

You still as Valerius’ eyes swing to yours, as he holds you there with his gaze and without reprieve. He pulls out of Lucio and steps away, ignoring Lucio’s protests as he walks around to you. There is no doubting that the Count seems intrigued with you too, crawling forward on the bed to watch as Valerius stops in front of you.

“If I’d known you were such a voyeuristic little harpy,” Valerius starts. You blush at his words and attempt to stutter out a refusal, but he keeps going as though you haven’t spoken, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “Perhaps I wouldn’t have kissed you to lure you in. Perhaps I would have simply brought you here.”

“Are we playing tonight, Val?” Lucio asks, an amused yet hopeful lilt to his voice.

You peek around Valerius’ broad, bare shoulders to spot Lucio reclining on the bed. His cock is in his hand, stiff and throbbing as he lazily tugs at it. His eyes travel down the little of your body that has been exposed in you peering around Valerius, and the hunger you see there as he looks back to your eyes tells you he likes what he sees.

“Perhaps.” Valerius finally answers. “But only if the harpy wants to.”

If the harpy wants to? It takes you a moment to realise he’s speaking about you, that his words aren’t even really lilted or phrased as a question. His eyes are raking over you, taking in your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, the way your eyes can barely stand to tear away from Lucio’s reclining form, and when they do they’re immediately drawn to Valerius’ own, to where his cock is bobbing—needy, demanding—in the bare-minimum space between you.

“What—” You swallow, and when your voice returns it’s a little steadier. “What would we be doing?”

“Anything you feel comfortable with,” Valerius says. “But if I might make the suggestion, I have been watching you, learning about your habits and desires. I have exactly what you need, little one.”

You exhale as he steps aside, and your eyes are drawn to it immediately—an ornately carved oak chair inlaid with gold, placed at the foot of the bed. Hooked around the back, the arms, the legs, are a series of cherry-red ropes with small knots and loops already placed at intervals.

They look as though they would be the perfect size for your limbs to slip into, and once they had been tightened just a fraction you would be unable to move anywhere. There are extra lengths of rope waiting across the seat of the chair, waiting to be fastened around your chest and hips.

You swallow back a cry at the sight of them, barely aware that Valerius has already ushered you inside enough to close the door. He comes to stand behind you, the heat of his cock pressing into your lower back, seeping through your clothes. He leans in and around you, tracing a line up your neck from base to jaw with the tip of his nose.

“Let me see you, honeybee,” he murmurs, his knuckles dragging lazily up your arm. “Take off all those useless layers so we can see the glorious being beneath.”

Hands shaking, you begin, shrugging off and removing each item until you are left in your undergarments. Valerius’ finger hooks underneath the strap of your bra, tracing it to the back before letting it snap in place. In a movement you barely register, his fingertips flick the clasp and it pools in the creases of your elbows before he nudges it completely off and to the ground.

“Lucio,” Valerius says his name into your bare shoulder, stern, a little snappish. “Did I tell you to stop?”

Your eyes flicker up to Lucio, who is already grinning in delight as he takes hold of himself once more, stroking and pulling with long, even movements. You decide that he either likes the idea of being bossed around, or is enjoying the sight of you before him, unsure of exactly what will happen next, body trembling from anticipation and desire.

Perhaps it is both.

As Lucio continues to stroke and play with himself, Valerius leads you over to the chair and gestures for you to sit down. You do, and he immediately sets to work, slipping each limb into one or more of the loops, tightening them a fraction at each of the critical points.

Of course, they fit perfectly.

He then takes the extra lengths and begins to wrap and twist them in an intricate, complicated pattern along your abdomen and chest. He slips a finger under each rope as he completes the knot to check the snugness, then looks up to you in question. You nod your approval, the movement a little shaking and jarring.

When he is done, you are bound to the chair almost completely. You can’t pull away from the back, and your legs and ankles are flush with the wood. The ropes around your calves and thighs cause your flesh to bulge a little between their lines, but it’s merely uncomfortable, not too restricting.

Your shoulders and chest have been bound back, but your arms from your elbows down are a little more free. You have enough room to curl them around the arms of the chair and reach down to touch yourself, but not enough to fuck yourself with your fingers to get any real satisfaction, you notice.

You must let out a noise of realisation when this thought hits you, because Valerius laughs softly and straightens, mussing the hair on your head much like one would a child, so that it falls in your face and obscures your vision. You blow at it, jaw tight, and enough of it moves so that you can see him beckoning Lucio over to stand before you.

“Our safe word is ‘Syrah’.” He waits until you nod your understanding, then turns his attentions back to the impatient Count before him. “Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”

Lucio steps in between you leans forward, placing his hands on either arm of your chair, now close enough for his hot, uneven breaths to fall on your chest and lips. His eyes are raking all over you, taking note of every knot and bulge and the slight tinge of pink from the friction as you shift; you see his cock twitch in response to the sight.

He presses his hips back toward Valerius, and lets out the most delicious, agonized groan as Valerius fills him and begins to fuck him once more, matching the fast, brutal pace from before.

Lucio leans forward, his lips lingering by yours as he waits for your consent; you nod shakily, and he crushes his lips to yours, tongue sweeping out along your bottom lip before claiming the taste of your mouth.

“Suck on his tongue, little one,” Valerius tells you. “He loves it so.”

You do as told, lips taking hold of his tongue and suckling. His react is immediate and he becomes a whimpering mess whose entire body shudders and shakes at the motion. He pulls back, stuttering before he manages to get his words out.

“Ah—Val, p-please—please let me come—”

“Stop being so selfish. What about our guest?” Your eyes move slowly up to Valerius to find his stare—sharp, lethal, predatory—already on you. “Treat her nicely, and if you’re a good boy then I will let you come.”

You release a shuddering breath, and tilt your head as Lucio’s lips find your neck and begin to suckle. You whimper and keen, hips pressing up in your binds but barely making it an inch from your seat. Your hands only make it so far in their bindings; you can find your clit, but your range of motion is limited, you can’t work fast enough and you can’t reach down further to begin to fuck yourself with your fingers.

“Lucio!” Valerius snaps. He accentuates his words with a sharp crack of his hand against Lucio’s ass. Lucio keens into your neck, a noise that makes his entire body tremble. “Help her.”

Lucio’s hand reaches down to find you, while his gloved arm grips tighter around the arm of your chair, splintering it a little with his force. He knocks aside your shaking, pathetic attempts to touch yourself and slips a long, deft finger into your aching pussy.

You cry out, eyes stinging from the relief and the frustration that still rage inside of you. Lucio inserts another finger as his thumb drags lazily over your clit.

“Is he doing well, little one?” Valerius asks. “Is he being a good boy, touching your greedy little pussy exactly the way you like?”

You cry out as Lucio crooks both fingers inside of you, the sound cut short by a sob as you nod.

His fingers are practised; they move slowly, with purpose and certainty. He gently spreads your pussy with scissoring motions, crooks them and beckons you on with his movements and his whines and grunts as Valerius fucks his asshole.

“Lucio,” Valerius purrs. He smooths a hand up Lucio’s back and takes a fistful of his hair, yanking him away from your neck. Lucio’s eyes roll back, his jaw shaking from his delirious pleasure. “You’ve been such a good boy, letting me fuck you for hours while we waited on our little one. You can come now, if you would like.”

Lucio’s fingers immediately slip out of you, and he ignores your cries of protest as he takes himself in his hand, stroking and pulling with jerking, uneven moments. The motion of Valerius thrusting into him, the painful pull of his hair, and Lucio’s own hips thrusting into his hand, send him over the edge in moments.

He whimpers and whines and groans as his seed spurts out, covering his hand, your thighs, your stomach, your pussy. You shudder at the sight of it, white-hot strings of it lashing your heated skin, the walls of your pussy fluttering and clenching pathetically, as though the action would bring Lucio’s fingers back and allow you to follow him over the edge.

As Lucio sags, kept up only by Valerius’ hold on his hair, the arm wrapped around his waist, holding him down cruelly on Valerius’ cock, the Consul murmurs his approval and praise. Lucio’s lips quirk into a pleased grin, the movement tired and barely-there, one of his dimples visible in the dim light of the room. Valerius steps back to pull out of him, and your eyes drop to see Lucio’s thighs trembling, Valerius’ seed trailing down the inside of each.

You exhale, a little louder than you mean to, and much more frustrated than you realised you felt. Valerius’ eyes slip to you, eyebrow quirked as he says to Lucio, “I think our little one is feeling left out and neglected.”

Lucio grins, the jewel on his canine glinting in the light. “We could leave her like this.”

Valerius chuckles. “Oh, that would be cruel, wouldn’t it?”

You instantly shake your head, feeling another sob bubbling in your chest, your eyes stinging as you hold back frustrated tears.

“No!” You lash out through clenched teeth. “I need to come, I need to come!”

Lucio doesn’t care for the demand. Valerius, though, looks like he’s going to take pity on you, in all your frustration and the pathetic babbling and begging that follows when you begin to panic that the demands aren’t working.

“You can clean her up with your tongue,” he tells Lucio, kissing his jaw as he watches you. He slips a finger past Lucio’s parted lips, and moans softly as the Count begins to suck. Then, eyes still locked on yours, “Eat her out until she screams and then keep going, even when she begs for you to stop.”

And as the wicked curve returns to his lips, you understand that it wasn’t pity he had been bestowing upon you before—it was the Devil’s touch.

Valerius releases Lucio, adding with a wicked and cruel smirk, “Maybe she’ll even pass out like Noddy did when we fucked her.”

White-hot rage. A furious jealousy you barely get to recognise or process slams into you as Lucio drops to his knees and shoves his fingers into you, taking him greedily into your sopping pussy. And then you are crying out against him, your pussy milking his fingers as your body writhes against its binds to try and get more.

His tongue is greedy, lapping up his own seed, spreading it around your pussy to mix with your arousal. The ropes cut into your skin, little friction burns bursting beneath each of the knots that only spur you on and make you cry out louder.

Your orgasm hits you with a force that sends the world black for a few moments, your body deathly still and then seizing all at once. You sob and grind against his fingers and tongue, beg for more, beg for him to stop, some part of you barely recognising that most of your release has already passed, and this was now the torture Valerius had demanded be inflicted upon you.

“No!” You whine, you try to squirm away, chest tight. “Stop—stop, please—it’s too—too much, I can’t—”

You beg for him to stop even though it falls on deaf ears. You sob for Valerius to end it even though you know he never will, not unless you say that one little word that will set you free.  

And then you are coming again, this time your entire body arching against its binds before sagging back into the chair as your pussy contracts and spasms around Lucio’s fingers. And even then he is still going, still pumping and spreading and crooking his fingers, using his tongue to tease and lavish your clit, but you have gone quiet, tears streaking down your cheeks, quiet little sobs bubbling in your chest.

The third time you come, you barely let out a whimper, your eyelids heavy, face wet with your tears and snot that has been running in your cries.

You think he stops then.

You don’t feel his tongue, you don’t feel his deft fingers.

Your pussy is numb, twitching, your thighs ache along with every other joint from the pressure of your movements.

One of them—Valerius, you think—murmurs in your ear. You open your eyes to see him before you, no sign of Lucio. He pushes the hair off your face, speaking softly to you.

“That was so wonderful. You were so glorious to watch, little one, and I am so proud of you.”

You feel cold metal slide beneath the ropes of your left arm before the pressure there releases, the rope cut clean. The feeling follows on each of your legs, your other arm, the ropes binding your stomach and chest and hips, until you are completely free.

Valerius brings you to your feet, legs shaking beneath you like a newborn foal. A warm body—Lucio’s—presses into you from behind, his arms enveloping your waist and holding you firm.

“Thank you so much, little one,” he murmurs to you. His lips press a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. “You tasted so divine, and you did so well. You were everything I wanted.”

You exhale, the world finally seeming to come back to you, and you let Lucio lead you over to the bed and lay you down, pulling you in tight to his body. His arms and legs wrap around you, cocooning you with his heat and scent. He begins to stroke your back, your hair.

The bed shifts behind him, and Valerius presses into Lucio’s other side with a kiss to the Count’s temple. Lucio purrs, turning his head to kiss Valerius properly, before settling back down and closing his eyes.

And as you watch the action, you realise how heavy your own eyelids are, how very much you could sleep for days on end. You look up to Valerius, head propped up on his hand as he watches the two of you, as though he might do it forever, an eternity of watching you stretched out before him and beneath him. His to love and consume.

“You truly did so well, little one,” he murmurs to you. “You were exquisite. And I would love for you to return, if you would have the two of us again.”