They picked you up at both ends. Laying you neatly on your bed. If you’d been an outside observer, you’d have predicted the vampires would tear ______ apart, twisting her midriff until viscera spilled onto the linoleum. Ready to be lapped at by the rest of their sneering coven, emerging out of the shadows-

You jolted when Marlow pressed his stone cold cock against your warm lips. Zurial followed suit, his own erection nearly frigid as it was rigid, poking at your folds. 

“I don’t expect you to take all of us. Not right away. Not if you don’t want to.”

You would’ve bit your lip if you weren’t worried about accidentally nipping Marlow. He quickly explained, “I mean Zurial and myself inside you. Not the rest. You’re not for them.” Only us. 

“Can you… warm up first? Marlow?” You smiled shyly. “My gums are sensitive.”

He nodded. “How do you want me to do that?” A hand cupped your side boob. “Or do you want me to choose for you?”

His hands had warmed up considerably, from fondling your softest parts while Zurial undressed you, so you had to think for a minute. If Marlow chose the heat of your breasts, then he might tweak your nipples. And then you’d be sure to finish much too quickly. You fantasized about his nails growing to claws again, leaving light scratches on your heaving chest. Zurial groaned, your pussy wetting his tip. Still, they remained patient. You suspected they could both last a long time. So it was fine to stave off your own climax(es). Even so, Zurial was painfully hard and you wanted so, so badly to relieve him. 

Even with their open predation of humans, you wouldn’t have given up this encounter for anything. Afterwards, you would ask them what they’d have done if you had “chickened out.” Zurial shrugged and admitted he’d just jerk off in the snow. Marlow grinned and said he could wait indefinitely till you were in the mood.

A vampire’s penis, you noted, looked more alive—not undead—than the rest of their bodies.

Their victim’s blood pumped quickly through their veins, rushing towards their members. Tearing away all thoughts of anything else but you three’s joint goal of all getting off and getting each other off.  

The memories of your fellow humans being hunted took on a new context. Marlow and Zurial were apex predators. So you decided to feel honored they were more or less treating you as a sexual equal. Honored that they wanted you reclined while you sucked off Marlow and allowed Zurial to search for the best angles. You wordlessly reached for the former’s cock.

If you were with another human, one who was this hard, you’d be worried about premature ejaculation. Marlow could hold out as long as you needed. He didn’t want you to feel like you were fellating an icicle, after all.  

“Both hands, ______?” he asked. You nodded, shifting onto your elbows. Giving Zurial a premium view of your ass. “The sooner you let Zurial inside you, the sooner he’ll match your warmth.” 

Zurial: “Will I be seeing your tits again soon?” 

Nodding again, you set to work. Marlow added, “She can take us both on all fours another time.”

Another time. 

One hand closing over the base of Marlow’s erection, you realized you hadn’t kissed either partner yet. The other hand joined its twin on his length as you bent down to plant a smooch on his cockhead. His appreciative smile was so benevolent, an outside observer would have trouble believing Marlow was really a “bloodthirsty monster.” Zurial planted icy kisses on your inner thigh. As piercingly cold as it had been, you missed his erection. 

Once Marlow had sapped enough heat, his temperature then matching yours, he coaxed you onto your side again, asking you to spread your legs, revealing your eager cunt for his fellow. 

You used the free hand that wasn’t guiding Marlow’s dick into your mouth to Zurial’s. For a few agonizing seconds you were worried your vagina was going numb, until Zurial started receiving its heat into his loins. Then he sheathed himself inside.  

It's when 2 men and 1 woman have a 3 way where one of the guys is entering her from behind while she sucks the other guy off.

When their voices rise even more, Lor’Themar lifts a hand. He is tired of listening to their increasingly more vicious insults over… what was it again? The allocation of funds?

They pause in their arguing and turn toward them. Halduron’s cheeks are flushed an appealing pink color. He can only assume that the same goes for Rommath – he is hiding his lower face behind his robe’s high neck piece as usual.

“I have heard enough for now and I am growing weary of your squabbling.” Lor’Themar rises from his throne and waves the guards out of the room. As he watches them file out without protest, he begins to unclip his cloak. “Come here. The both of you. If you can not find a common ground… I will give it to you.”

.oOo.

“You see… you see, our Lord is on my side.” Halduron’s cheeky assumption is underlined with a particularly hard thrust which would have toppled Lor’Themar, had he not been grabbing the armrest of his throne for support. He would be enraged if it weren’t specifically the virile strength of his two friends that he regularly seeks to lighten his burden as Quel’Thalas’ Regent Lord.

In any case, Rommath’s disgusted snort is enough to distract him from the indignity of his current position. “What are you talking about now, you imbecile?!”

His angered growl is at stark odds with the reply of his body. Lor’Themar can feel the heat of his shaft in the palm of his hand, and the desperate kick of ardor as it swells even further as if excited by Halduron’s proclamation.

It does make him wonder… is Rommath simply excited by yet another useless battle being started by Halduron… or is he, mayhaps, intrigued by the thought that there might be a kernel of truth in his words?

He wonders whether he could pose the question without taking Rommath’s famous ire onto himself – yet it is a moot point. Lor’Themar has other things to occupy his mind with than teasing the Grand Magister. He is being bested over his throne, his hole spread deliciously wide on Halduron’s shaft spearing into him again and again on little to no oil to ease the way…

And then there is Rommath, lying in his hand, veins angrily pulsing against his fingers and hips working as tirelessly as Halduron’s to eagerly try and sate his desire for his Regent Lord.

If only they could be as harmonic leading and defending Quel’Thalas as they are breeding Lor’Themar, warming him with their eager cocks whenever he orders them to attend to his needs.

“I am just saying that you are not the one currently enjoying our Lord’s warm body to its fullest.” Halduron tries to sound sly but it is diminished greatly by the fact that he is out of breath, his hands slightly shaking as they hold on to Lor’Themar’s waist. They are both forbidden from touching his hair, after all..

Rommath growls, energy sparking about his person even as his cock kicks in Lor’Themar’s slowly stroking hand. He is not the only one excited by their banter, though – Lor’Themar can feel Halduron’s pace picking up as well as the eager twitch of his member inside his desperately clenching body.

Children. The both of them.

He squeezes Rommath’s cock, thumb rubbing a small circle into the little triangle of folds just at the base of his crown. Once he has his attention, he jerks his head slightly over his shoulder. It takes a couple tries, though, until he can get a somewhat clear sentence out, teeth clacking together with every enthusiastic thrust by Halduron.

“Why don’t you… switch places. I would like to make up my own mind as to who I… actually prefer.”

That gets their attention. Nothing like a fake competition to get the both of them to obey nice and quick. Lor’Themar is no longer so sure that his clever plan to make the both of them get along is working all that well but when Rommath slowly slides into his aching, needy hole and Halduron waves his cock in front of his face, trying to get the Regent Lord to suck him down… he can’t complain much. If at all.

His tongue is quite preoccupied.

Of course Halduron would be the one so cheeky as to simply offer him his swollen cock, smearing it over Lor’Themar’s lips, fingers brushing over his cheek in lieu of grabbing his carefully braided hair and inciting his wrath…

Not that Rommath is idle. He does not dally, fucking his Lord nice and slow, angling his thrusts until he feels Lor’Themar’s muscles clenching and hears his breath hitching around Halduron’s cock. He is more thoughtful in his actions that Halduron, slow and careful to the point of driving tears into their Lord’s eyes which he blinks profusely as he stares up into Halduron’s flushed features.

Either the other does not notice, or he tactfully does not comment. They’ve both gone suspiciously quiet now, breathing heavily as they slip back-and-forth, falling into an easy and surprisingly harmonic rhythm.

Mayhaps Lor’Themar’s plan has not been such a failure after all. It should not come as a surprise but he is not too proud to admit to it, even to himself.

Lips and tongue occupied he can’t try and manipulate his proud subordinates into doing his bidding, but for once they’re very docile and not arguing with each other.

With both his hands free he can easily brace himself, shuffling his knees further apart on the seat of his throne and offering a better experience for Rommath who is curling his arms further and further about Lor’Themar’s waist as he loses himself in using his body. Thrusts becoming a little faster and less perfectly calculated, he pushes the Regent Lord onto Halduron’s member, slowly but surely making him spear his throat onto it.

“Rommath! Do thrust harder-”

“I will… I will…”

Lor’Themar does not think he has ever heard them so… peaceful. Of course they should find a common ground when fucking into their Lord, trying to have the swollen tips of their cocks touching in his middle. He should have foreseen it when he started this little exercise in the first place. He had hoped it might quiet them down for a tad, leaving him to just enjoy himself as he gets reamed and with his head free to finally think without their constant bickering.

This… is also not an unwelcome result, however. How ingenious of him! Now… did it only work in this configuration? Or maybe they would enjoy it if he were to lap at Rommath’s cock while having Halduron rabbit hump him in the process…

And what about letting them both enter, spreading him nice and wide and making riding on the Hawkstriders a quite pain for the foreseeable future…?

Winnie: Initiates gang bang, even roughly pawing at your cl!t to make sure you’re wet enough for bearbacking. Falls asleep pretty much immediately afterwards, no aftercare. Probably grunts the most and is generally louder than the others. 

Piglet: Likes getting little kissies on his face. Then gets impatient when his tusks get in the way of mouth kisses, so he just shoves his meat thermometer down your throat while Winnie—I’m not calling him Pooh, that’s too cute for a slasher—makes sure you’re slick enough. 

Tigger: If you try getting off your hands and knees while getting spit toasted by Winnie and Piglet, Tigger will bite your nape to keep you in place. Might just paint your back with stripes, so to speak, if you don’t have a hole free. If Piglet finishes first, he’ll wait until your pussy’s available. 

Owl: Also not bothered by sloppy seconds. Can he fly? I’d imagine he’d grasp your ankles with his talons and take you up into a tree. Because he has wings for arms, you’ll have to spread your own legs and use them to hold onto a branch while being pile driven. 

It’s a low branch. At this point fluids are probably dripping down you and if the others haven’t finished, or want to go again, your mouth is still available. And your tits. 

 Another time, Steve was watching Tony eat a protein bar that he had brought from his home-world, watching as Tony slowly ate or even held the bar in his mouth, lips sliding down the bar in painfully slow drags that Steve is 99.9% certain is intentional. The actions so close to what Tony had done to him the other night, that it didn’t take long for Steve to snap as he threw the bar away before dragging Tony to the nearest bed available. Unfortunately for Bruce, it happened to be his bed that they found and promptly destroyed.

 Many of Bruce’s and Jan’s woes stem from the Yautja’s strong and near boarder-line violent reactions to Tony’s mouth and tongue. However, their reactions to his ass are just as enthusiastic, arguably worse at time’s.

 Bruce is often having to leave the area, when Tony bends to get something that had accidentally fallen to the floor or was placed nearby on the ground that he needed, one of the Yautja sees and always leads to them tackling the Omega to the ground. Bruce and Jan had quickly become very familiar with the planet through these many, many impromptu adventures. Many samples picked up for later analyses.

 “Don’t we already have that sample Bruce?”

 “Just making sure we didn’t miss anything…” Bruce mumbles as they ignore the roaring that is coming from their camp. God are the Yautja surprisingly loud. “Let’s go a little further out this time?”

 Grimacing at the loud roars, Jan rapidly nods in reply, both of them picking up their light gear and hurriedly carrying on away from the camp as they wait out the next hour or two.

 Back at Camp, Tony was loving life as his clothes were torn from his body as quickly as possible, Steve and Bucky growling and clicking at each other when their hands got in the way of one another. Tony loves being the middle of them, he loves it when they both loose control in their frenzied hurry to get him naked and ready to take them. He loves the feel of their tense, stupidly muscular bodies pressed up to either side of him as mandibles graze over his neck and shoulders and hair. He especially loves the low growls and snarls that they can’t hold in as their hands wander down his body.

 Bucky’s clawed hands gripping his waist and grazing over his chest, catching the pert nipples that drag out breathy moans from Tony, slick steadily leaking and making a mess on the inside of his thighs. A whine escaping when Steve drags his own clawed hands through the slick before carefully circling the twitching rim, before slowly easing in. Stretching the tight hole as fast as was humanely possible.

 With a startled yelp, Tony finds himself being man handled onto all fours, Bucky’s insistent cock pressing against his lips. Briefly, Tony wonders when exactly did Bucky undress before he parts his lip, whimpering at the taste that bursts along his tongue. Opening his mouth wider; as wide as he can; Tony moans as Bucky presses in deeper till he hits the back of Tony’s throat.

 Behind him, Tony can feel Steve carefully withdraw his fingers, secretly cooing at the fact that, no matter how rushed and impatient they both seem, they always take it slow when using their hands on him. Soon, Tony feels something much larger and blunter press against his hole, moaning louder in hopes of encouraging them both to give him more, Tony cries out in delight when a clawed hand threads through his hair, while Steve finally pushes in. Inch by agonizing inch.

 Spreading his hands and legs a bit further apart to better support his own weight, Tony relaxes his body and mouth, relishing in the push and pull as both Yautja’s thrust into their allocated hole eagerly. Whimpering and moaning when Bucky presses deeper than before, making his throat tighten slightly, which in turn makes Bucky growl and trill in pleasure, hips snapping faster the more sounds he draws out of the pretty omega. Likewise, Steve drives his hips harder and faster, making rock violently between them which makes him take Bucky further down his throat, Tony crying out and his own hips bucking unthinkingly when Steve hits that sweet spot inside. Driving Tony mad as both ends get ruthlessly stimulated.

 The pleasure is simultaneously almost to much and yet not enough.

 Due to the rough treatment and swaying, Tony is unable to reach back to touch himself, simply having to stay at their mercy, and oh how willing he is to do that indeed. Tony doesn’t know just how long they spend like this, both ends getting furiously fucked till his jaw aches and his ass becomes almost to sensitive to keep going, yet his dick achingly hard.

 Finally, with a sob Tony eventually Comes untouched, moaning and whining around Bucky while his ass rhythmically squeezes and flutters around Steve. Both of them becoming frenzied at the sight of their mate cumming, it doesn’t take them long to bring themselves to cum next.