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Elyon and you were opposites.

He’s a highborn man, rich and elite.

And you are a lowtown citizen, fighting everyday for your survival in Eridia since you arrived.

And yet, you’re both entangled with one another.

Though you treat each other fondly, you both haven’t dared to outright label your relationship.

In your intimate time, Elyon loves to be the one in control, but on rare occasions he does relinquish it over to you.

And today is one of those days.

You have him bound in beautiful blue ropes that match the color of the orchids he sells, his long ombré hair pinned up prettily so that it’s not in the way of your work on his back.

You have him splayed out across your lap, two brushes sticking out from his ass.

Elyon shudders as the cold ink touches his back, his cock weeping from the neglect and slight humiliation, but also from your power over him.

When he squirms too much, you pause.

“Be still,” you tell him with a slight click of your tongue. “If you ruin this, I’ll edge you all night.”

Elyon grits his teeth, daring to rut into you slightly to grant himself a bit of relief. “Can you at least touch my cock, please?”

The reserved room for Leander at the Wick was filled with the sounds of thuds and squeaks from the bed as Ais plows into Leander, who not to long ago, just got back from a job, the bandages that Ais had applied starting to come undone due to the excessive movements.

“Did you ever think your poor attempts at flirting would actually get you what you wanted?” Ais asks, Leander’s brown strands tight in his grasp to get his head out from the pillow.

But all Leander has to say is nothing but delightful moans.

Ais clicks his tongue with a feral grin spreading across his face. “I asked you a question, pretty boy.”

Just as the mage tries to speak, there’s loud, and slightly clumsy footsteps that stop right outside the door, pounding knocks soon following that has Ais pausing his movements momentarily.

“Aye, Boss! Are ye comin’ down soon? We’ve saved ye a drink!”

Leander looks irritated, yet totally into it, clenching around Ais even more, and the demon just smirks at him with a raised brow.

“Uhh,” Leander starts before letting out a groan as Ais teases him.

“Boss?”

Ais leans closer until his breath brushes Leander’s ear. “You don’t want them to hear us, do you? So keep quiet.” And with that he resumes fucking Leander, being kind enough to not be brutal for now.

“Fuck,” Leander groans, clenching his fists, the pleasure from Ais’s cock, and his dick kissing the sheets making him almost see stars.

“Boss, you good in there?”

“I’m alright!” Leander calls cheerfully, his voice a little shaky. “Stitches are a bit of a pain and I got blood on my sheets. I’ll be down soon! You two go have fun with the others!”

The Hounds were too tipsy with glee and their previous drinks of choice to fully notice anything suspicious, and were just satisfied that their boss promised to join them soon, their loudness fading away.

Ais chuckles, his bruised hands gripping Leander’s hips. “How long do you think it’ll be till they come looking for you again?”

Kuras miscalculated.

He didn’t anticipate being struck with a rut at this time and on this day.

Although his ruts are sporadic he would feel the symptoms beforehand.

But this was sudden. No build up whatsoever. He closed his clinic in a hurry and quickly fled lowtown, venturing towards the Seaspring to inform Ais of his sudden departure, and ask for him to care for the clinic when he gets the chance.

Kuras also doesn’t anticipate this.

“I can help you out. Gotta be better than trying to sit through it on your own.”

Kuras is at a loss for words, the words to decline the offer stuck in his throat. He’s chosen to never care for his ruts, believing he doesn’t deserve such luxury.

So why is he having such difficulty saying no to Ais..?

Ais is a respectable man; always helping when Kuras needs it and is an exceptional listener and conversationalist. But he’s trouble, being the master of the Seaspring and being a reckless fighter.

He feels Ais come closer, the demon smiling at him benignantly. “Come on, doc. Think of it as a friend helping another friend. I expect nothing back, and the choice is yours.”

And Kuras lets himself fall into bed with him.

Ais has learned to appreciate the beauty of things, even if it’s small and or fleeting.

He’s always found Kuras to be a beautiful man; a beautiful man full of secrets and wisdom.

He’s not sure if he’ll ever get to see Kuras like this, or have another experience like this with him, so he savors and commits it to memory.

Kuras’s long, ombré hair is spread out like beautifully curved brush strokes, his skin heated and glowing alluringly thanks to the candlelight, and his molten gold eyes are hazy and dark with lust and longing.

Longing for what, is something Ais isn’t completely sure, but his gut says it’s pain.

He won’t be giving him that type of pain.

Throughout the throes of passion, Ais has Kuras in many vulnerable positions, keeping his strokes deep, purposeful, and a touch bit fast here and there, and of course forcing eye contact.

Ais keeps himself quiet, focusing on pulling each and every moan, whimper, groan, and cry from Kuras until he was left trembling and in tears, his cock soon shooting out blanks.

Vere didn’t like either of these two, despising them both for his own reasons, and yet, he’s letting Kuras fuck him with no remorse, and moaning as he tastes the cream between Mhin’s folds as they ride his face with reckless abandon.

Vere wants to run his hands up their spine as their back is arched perfectly, their lips crushed against Kuras’s in a passionate, yet possessive kiss, dark bronze hands gripping silver-white strands.

Vere remembers when those hands used to grip his hair.

And his hands-.

Vere’s dick, that has been mostly untouched, finally gets grasped by a warm hand, and he’s not sure who’s.

He groans with relief into Mhin’s cunt, squirming slightly in the halo that keeps him restricted. He feels Mhin rut against his face a little faster before their an expulsion of liquid on his face and dripping into his mouth, their cries muffled before they pull away from Kuras to catch their breath, trembling like a little leaf.

The lithe hunter then slides off him, dewy eyes staring down at him with exhaustion, lust, and smidge bit of contempt, but Vere’s soon rolling his eyes back, his knees getting pushed close to either side of himself as Kuras bullies his prostate.

“Kuras gets to cum before you,” he hears Mhin murmur breathlessly.

He wants to retort but all coherent thought is ceasing to exist.

A thumb toys cruelly with the head of his cock, his thighs quaking, and his toes curling tightly, silently begging for Kuras to cum already.

And finally, Kuras’s thrusts begin to stutter, letting out an almost breathless moan, reaching out to give Vere’s tail a harsh tug.

Vere nearly screams, his back arching and ropes of cum spurting from his tip.

The three soon lay there spent on the bed, Mhin being the one in the middle and laying more up against Kuras while Vere has plenty of space to himself as he slowly returns from ecstasy.

Vere is bewildered when he first caught a whiff of Xiao’s arousal; the man being so upright uptight and disciplined. When they first met Xiao immediately established that he wouldn’t be manipulated with seduction, which at the time was frustrating, but also comforting to Vere.

But when Vere is informed by the other fox that the reason for the strong scent of arousal is because of the monster he recently hunted, Vere was relieved.

And then fussy.

“Do you have any idea if it’s deadly? Were you going to be a fool and deal with it on your own? Don’t you know you could possibly die?” Vere scoffs and shakes his head. “You’re lucky I was here.”

Xiao blinks at him, his single white brow raised. “It’s not deadly, I’ll be fine. I’ll only need to reach an orgasm a few times and I’ll be back to normal.”

Vere gives him a pointed stare, soon shaking his head with an amused huff. “Sure. Call me if you need me~.”

So when two, almost three hours go by, Vere is not surprised when he hears Xiao desperately calling Vere’s name from upstairs, the fox leaving Ais’s side with a gentle, teasing touch to one of his horns before he sashays up the wooden stairs.

Vere stares down at Xiao with unbridled joy and lust as one hand twists and strokes Xiao’s weeping and throbbing cock, while his other hand holds a candle over him, rose pink colored wax dripping onto the other’s chest and stomach that was partially splattered with cum from two orgasms ago.

Vere still couldn’t believe he was getting the chance to see him like this. It’s a blessing really.

When the other fox’s third orgasm hits, he’s in tears. “V-Vere, I need more..!” he gasps.

“I know,” Vere coos with a smirk, setting the candle aside to tenderly wipe his tears away. “But I need you to beg for it. Really beg~.”

Xiao glares, more tears clinging to those long lashes of his, his tail lashing out.

And Vere merely chuckles. “Well, go on~.”

“Damn it, Vere..! Just..! I need you to fuck me. I need more because it feels like my insides are on fire! Please just give it to me already, please, please, please!”

“Alright, alright,” Vere says sweetly, wiping Xiao’s tears once more before using his cum as lube to prep himself a little before sinking down onto Xiao’s awaiting cock, letting out a soft hiss at the slight sting and stretch, his lustrous red tail frizzing up and soon twining around Xiao’s blue-black colored one.

“You’ve restrained me in the most ridiculous way ever, so what’s stopping you from gagging me?” Mhin mutters, their silver, red pupil gaze pointed towards the ceiling, specifically at the wooden beam they’re strung up from.

This is definitely a bad idea. The beam is bound to break, no?

“Because,” Wei practically purrs, stalking closer after he was done admiring Mhin’s exposed and strung form, his fingertips ghosting against Mhin’s pale skin. He smiles as they shiver. “I want to hear you. And I’m not sure why you’re complaining when you’re as wet as you are right now.”

Mhin lets out a shaken, bitten back moan, clenching around Wei’s warm fingers greedily the moment they slip inside.

When Mhin feels his thumb brush against their pulsating clit with gentle purpose, and his teeth sealing around their nipple at the same time, they tug and squirm against their restraints, unable to close their legs, nor cover their mouth as a more unrestrained noise leaves their lips.

“You’re so sensitive for me already~,” Wei murmurs against their skin, gazing up at them with starving, ruby eyes, his fingers still working into them.

“Sh…Shut. Up,” they pant, milky cheeks flushed with blush.

“You should be a little nicer to me, especially when I’m being so generous.”

Mhin rolls their eyes with a scoff before letting out a sharp hiss as their ass gets swatted.

“Straighten up before I edge you till you’re crying,” Wei threatens with a wolfish little smile.