shai

he feels like his bones were made to accommodate the slope of your hands along his neck and along his mountainous shoulders. you liked stirring swirls with the tips of your acrylics into his messy black hair in the morning.

the sun streams through the half-broken blinds of your apartment, blanketing san in a patterned ray of light. his gentle eyes closed sleepily, practically purring at the feel of your hands and your body warmth beneath him. you lie with your back against the headrest, pillows stuffed beneath your lower back, whilst san lounges comfortably with his head in your lap.

his big, soft hands hold your thighs together like a pillow he fears will iceberg beneath his ear. the comforter is thrown haphazardly over your bed, the fitted sheet lifting off the corners of the mattress. proof of a… busy night.

every time you all but shift beneath him, he grumbles and holds your thighs together. “move again, and i’ll lock your legs together.”

tempting, but you did not need to rile him up this early in the morning. san was much like a cat. cute, fickle. particular.

you wont sit still? he'll do something to help you to relax.

the fingers on your thighs splay wider as if to grab more of your flesh, and he turns his head and begins dusting the tops of your thighs with kisses.

“my sweet, pretty girl.” san murmurs against your skin, a teasing, pouty tone to it. this is how it starts. with buttering you up.

he moves the blanket so his broad shoulders are exposed to the gold morning light, the grey tanktop doing little to hide the proof of his hard work. he can almost feel the way your eyes laser in on his back, and he can't help but smile as his wandering hands move to slip your panties down your legs smoothly. his warm kisses never cease, sensual and promising.

your hands slip away from his hair in surprise, and he nearly throws a fit as he grumbles and grabs your wrists and brings them back to the top of his head. his hands are back on your body in no time, holding both sides of your waist as you might melt through his fingers and massaging your hips with that perfect amount of pressure.

the feeling evokes a content sight out of you, and you find your upper body stretching subconsciously.

“there we go, big stretch, babydoll. good morning to you too,” san teases you with that stomach-flipping grin, and you narrow your eyes to tease him back. he, however, drags his worked, big hands down your waist, along the curve of your hips, back down to your thighs, where he wastes no time in spreading your legs in a way that can only be described as greedily.

“i wanna say good morning to her too…” he growls very quietly under his breath, hastily pushing your thighs back and up against your stomach. “she's always so happy to see me.”

the evidence of “her excitement” is clear: strings of arousal that cling to your lips, spread nice and pretty from the way san holds your legs open. his hands travel along your outer thighs, up your sides, all the while his head lowers between your thighs, eager.

“you were excited first,” you attempt to retort, to resume some semblance of control. you knew you had none; you were so weak for him. and when his heated tongue lay flat against your cunt, and his thumbs pressed into your lower stomach, you had only been proven right.

he squeezed your body like a stress toy, the muscles in his back twitching with every register of your taste. he moaned, so prettily. his mouth moved slowly and deliberately. leisurely, open-mouth kisses. deep, wide licks and hungry swallows. anyone he could tell he was doing it 100% for you would know he was lying if they saw and heard the way san was making out with your pussy.

your head falls back against the headboard, the bones in your legs liquefying as your boyfriend eats breakfast.

“hello, beautiful,” he purrs into a suckling kiss against your clit, and you feel an overwhelming mix of emotions come over you. you grip his hair harder, and he bites his bottom lip with a grin and a laugh as he spits between your pussy lips.

shame, embarrassment, arousal that burned too bright, it ached low in your stomach. you hated it when he talked to your cunt. but the way your stomach tightened in response spoke volumes every time.

when he starts kneading your lower stomach, deep and slow like he was working knots out of you, and gently kitten licking right under your clit, you pull his hair so hard he hisses in pain.

“aww, baby, you’re making this so hard for me.” san pouts and one of his hands lightly smacks your stomach. “i'm tryna keep you clean, but you won't stop dripping all over the sheets, always so messy!”

you sniffle and moan, one of his hands falling away from your waist and slithering between your legs, gathering the stickiness he's pulled out of you all over his middle fingers.

your body twitches at the new touch, and san moans long and low around your clit as he slides his fingers knuckle deep inside you, quick to scrape against that spot, and stars were bursting at the back of your skull.

“d-oh fuck… s-san, mmm…” your words dissolved into mindless, blissful pleasure. a horny smile spreads across your lips as san pushes his fingers deeper into your cunt.

“my gorgeous, sloppy girl.” san slurs against your pussy, his eyebrows furrowing as he eats you like he was imagining it was your lips. his eyes close and his hand squeezes tighter, his thumb presses deeper. his fingers curl harder inside of you, his tongue turns merciless against your clit, and his moans drag feelings out of you that should be illegal.

for some reason, you just could not take it this morning; it all felt so intense for some unknown reason. your hips bucked against his mouth, his fingers repeatedly caught on the ridge inside of you, and your legs began to shake.

san pouts and clicks his tongue out of pity, moving his fingers in deep, wavelike strokes that made your throat feel like somebody was trying to pull it out of you through your stomach. “aww, babydoll, you’re shuddering. it feels so wrong when you cum without me kissing you.”

this is true. he loves to drink your noises when you cum, feel the warmth of your teeth as you shatter on his dick, fingers, abs… etc. he would normally abandon the meal and just finger you until you snap, but, god. he couldn't stay away from your pussy.

warm and sweet and wet. your plush thighs hugging his ears like muffs. your nails against his scalp like a reminder of how he makes you feel. he frowns, like some innocent, wronged cat whose tail you’ve stepped on. but the way his fingers curl and the way he kisses your clit tell different stories.

the hand still holding your waist, and effortlessly your body against the bed, lands another slap against your stomach, and your limbs jerk.

“c’mon, let go, sweet girl. cum. it'll feel so good if you do, and it’ll make me sooo happy,” and he really couldn’t help himself at this point. his lips suction to your clit one last time, pulling away with a wet pop, wasting no time and lifting himself and swallowing your parted lips in a heavy kiss.

his fingers fucked you faster, his thumb moving up to circle your slick clit in place of his unfair mouth. he nibbles your bottom lip with a grin and kisses you so deep with a desire to take you can’t find your breath.

“don't you wanna make me happy, babydoll?” he practically begs into your mouth, and everything inside of you screams to make your heaven of a boyfriend happy. you cum so hard you would’ve thought he was fucking you.

then again, that's how it is with san every single time, and you still haven't gotten tired of it. he just knows what to do, so assertive, so caring, such a man.

coming down from your high, your grip onto his tanktop and bury your face into his neck, huffing and puffing, whining softly as his fingers slowly circle inside of you, working it out as he whispers praises in your ear.

you breathe in the smell of his cologne from the day before, and it makes your stomach tingle. vanilla, whiskey, patchouli, something so intoxicating it's hypnotic. the sun paints his tanned skin a radiant gold, and suddenly you get overwhelmed with the urge to bite him.

you do. he complains with a return bite to your shoulder, and you moan in response. he pauses and licks the bite and smiles, squeezing your waist with anticipation.

you’ve riled him up again.

somewhere between the cruelest dream and the sweetest nightmare, there were four suns. one sun had eyes of bright sky, the eyes of another sun were like an endless golden wheat field, the empty eyes of the third sun were a bottomless abyss, and the fourth sun had eyes of ruby blood. you were captivated by them.

these embraces were scorching hot. phainon sat at your right side, leaving trails of kisses along your neck. khaslana was at your left, just caressing your face, breathing your honeyed scent. reaver buried his face in your chest, desperately savoring your heartbeat through open-mouthed kisses. and Irontomb—this uncanny, inhuman version of your dearest beloved—was at your knees, leaving half-kisses and half-bites on the soft flesh of your thighs.

you were in a daze, paralyzed by those overwhelming feelings yet enchanted by them. as if sensing your wandering mind, khaslana firmly cupped your face and turned it toward him.

“don’t you dare to ignore me, us,” but he didn’t give you a chance to answer, sealing your lips with a kiss. his tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring every corner, dancing with yours. so deep—he became your oxygen.

and almost immediately, irontomb demanded your attention too. “eyes on me, eyes on me~” through the kiss, you turned your gaze toward him just to see how he ripped off your panties. he immediately brought them up to his face, licking, teasing himself with your taste.

phainon half-groaned, half-whined, snatching your panties from irontomb’s hands—he wanted a taste too. but you were too embarrassed with two men tasting your in such a way, so you pulled away from khaslana and kissed phainon, grabbing him by the hair so he wouldn't go back to his previous idea. he was more than content with your ways.

your kiss did not last long. the moment reaver breathed your name out, you leaned toward him to leave a trail of kisses across his scarred face, which eventually led to his mouth. left as the only one who didn't get your kiss, irontomb decided to kiss your other lips, so he aimed straight at your cunt, and he wrapped his lips around your clit. it sent shivers down your spine, making you moan into the kiss with reaver. irontomb was satisfied as hell. you felt like you were melting; every fiber of your being went into overdrive.

“time to prepare you for me,” he traced your pussylips with his tongue, dragging long strips along your slit, making you jolt. you felt irontomb’s fingers on your folds, almost breaching inside. but his aspirations were put to a stop by khaslana. you whined from the loss; your body demanded more of those scorching feelings, luckily, even if golden-eyed man pushed him aside, he took his place.

“you’re too fucking greedy,” he almost hissed, but his tone immediately changed when he kissed your mound, moving down to your clit. he blew a stream of hot air at you and then left a light kiss, that soon turned into suction. his moves were much more gentle, and his tongue drew feather-like eights. “but i understand, she’s too sweet to stay away from her.”

then you felt fingers, but the scarred texture of skin gave away that it wasn’t khaslana, but reaver. his two thick fingers alternated between scissoring and thrusting in and out. he sensually dragged his digits, finding all your sensitive spots, rubbing against your velvety walls. khaslana and reaver worked, surprisingly, well together. their tandem made your mind foggy from pleasure.

you couldn’t contain your moans, and phainon pulled away from your hickey-covered neck just to watch your expressions. your pleasure-drunk expressions were so sweet to him, like heavenly ambrosia. his hand almost unconsciously went to his cock, pumping it up and down, his fingers wrapped tight around hot flesh, imitating how your pussy’d squeezed him. and, maybe, irontomb wasn't the greediest, but phainon was. because he just couldn’t feel anything from his mere hand when you were this close to him. 

he traced your lips with his tip, smearing precum, making you open your mouth. he filled your taste buds with his saltiness, and you teased his tip with your tongue to feel more.

 your jaw stretched to accommodate his thick length, and phainon couldn’t help but thrust deeper into your mouth because of your adorable endeavors.

khaslana’s licks became more harsh and desperate, making you moan louder. your sounds sent vibrations down phainon’s length, and he couldn’t help the desperate whimper. your sounds intertwined into a heated symphony of lust. it made your walls clench around reaver’s fingers, and he muted his sounds by wrapping his mouth around your nipple, biting it hard.

“and who's greedy now?” irontomb, being left out, was enjoying the show in front of him despite his words. his gaze met yours, and he decided to put on a show for you on purpose in return. he slowly dragged his fingers along prominent veins on his shaft, drawing teasing traces to his mushroom tip. he teasingly poked your cheek with his tip, which is why phainon pushed him away.

you were left breathless, your heart pounding like a drum, your eyelashes fluttering, your eyes unfocused, your face flushed, and a trickle of saliva mixed with precum was running from the corner of your mouth. every fiber of your being felt their attention on you. they proved with their touches that you were the center of their universe.

khaslana couldn't allow you to get too distracted, so he doubled his efforts on your clit, sometimes even grazing the bud of nerves with his teeth, completely drunk on how you tasted. it sent sparks of electricity to your every nerve. tears fell from your eyes because of overstimulation, but you only arched your back to meet his passionate mouth. as if they understood each other without words, reaver added a third finger and sped up his rhythm. his mouth left a bite mark on your breast, and he moved to your other one to do the same.

it was too much, too much. pleasure vibrated through your whole body; heat in your tummy became fireworks. as if feeling that you achieved your peak, phainon pulled out from your mouth. he wanted to savor every sound you make when you climax. 

only a few moments later, you came with a loud cry. scorching hot pleasure filled every part of your body—from your tummy to your fingertips. and while phainon and irontomb wanted nothing more than to look at the beauty of your orgasm, khaslana and reaver wanted to prolong your peak, to give you even more. soon your cry became weak whimpers from overstimulation, and only when you began to push them away from you did the men stop.

“want more?” you didn't even realize who asked that; the only thoughts in your head were “more, more”, so you just pulled one of them into a kiss.

“so, it’s finally my turn?” irontomb murmured against your mouth, biting your lips. you just stuck out your tongue and deepened the kiss, shoving it down his throat to silence him. it made him so damn happy, he grinned into the kiss.

a sudden sensation at your cunt made you break the kiss. the fat flushed tip of reaver’s cock prodded at your entrance, drawing slow circles but not giving what you oh so desperately wanted. you shifted, trying to pose yourself in a way that could make his dick slip inside you, but you realized that pahinon’s hands held you firmly in place.

“you’re so warm…” reaver whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. you just tangled your fingers in his hair; he was much warmer, scorchingly so. 

one more kiss, but on your other ear, and you felt how irontomb changed his position to be behind you. his next move made you yelp because you felt his fingers on the tight ring of muscles of your ass hole. you gulped, but you didn't try to move away. you greedily wanted everything they could give you.

“can i too? please… you’re so, so pretty, more beautiful than a dawn” everything became a thousand times more intense when phainon lined his cock up to your pussy too, his hard length twitching against your slick folds. the grinding of two dicks at the same time was overwhelming, forcing you to cling to whatever you could reach—reaver’s hair, irontomb’s arm, phainon’s shoulder, khaslana’s waist. 

you absolutely lost yourself when khaslana’s cock touched your lips. your tongue immediately slipped to tease his tip with kitten licks. “you’re such a good girl,” he gently stroked the top of your head to reward you for your efforts in pleasuring him.

it was already too much, but you knew it was so not enough. and, as if he had guessed what you were thinking, phainon pushed his cock inside. his huge length moved slowly, letting you feel every vein, every ridge, every inch. he shamelessly moaned from the heavenly feeling of your cunt. his first thrusts were shallow and quick, but after a few he changed to a slower yet more feverish rhythm.

you felt like you were floating among clouds, lost in a haze of lust. maybe, because of that haze, you didn’t even realize that irontomb pushed inside your ass hole, even your own moans from his intrusion were something distant. you struggled to accommodate him, good thing that phainon stopped to give you some time to adjust. irontomb picked relentless peace from the start, making you gag on khaslana’s cock. tears pricked at your eyes again, so reaver gently wiped them away. you saw how he held himself back to not push his cock into you, but you wanted him to do it more than anything. so you took matters into your own hands and reached out to his dick, giving him a hint to get inside. reaver hesitantly followed. your insides felt like they were burning because of the stretch; a touch of pain mingled with the overpowering pleasure, yet your pussy greedily sucked in both, phainon and reaver.

you felt as if warmed by four suns, as if captured in a sweet trap between four of them. they were your beloved cage. you felt so utterly their—phainon, khaslana, reaver, inrontomb— how they left their marks on your soul. and you only could moan as if singing a song of your devotion to them. you all ceased to exist as separate beings and were reborn as one. mess of limbs, hot breath, moans and groans, cacophony of sounds of sweat-soaked skin slapping against skin.

suddenly, irontomb’s hand was around your neck, making you squeeze around khaslana. slight asphyxiation made you feel pleasant, weightless dizziness as your vision blurred and your airflow was cut off. for a moment, you had thought he would push away red-eyed man, but khaslana just gently stroked your hair and whispered, “what a good girl you are”. to those words, irontomb only chuckled and added that you were prettiest when you took their cocks. 

phainon’s mouth was on your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses, alternating them with playful bites. and you swore you could feel how he half-whispered, half-moaned how gorgeous you were. reaver’s hands were on your thighs, squeezing soft, supple flesh, holding you still and exposed for them, leaving reddish bruises. his eyes were focused on your chest, where his and phainon’s marks made breathtaking patterns of love and passion. how he murmured, “you’re stunning…” made you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

their every move was like pure devotion, unraveling your body. they all were so different, yet there was a harmony that cannot be described. khalsana’s thrusts in your throat were slow and sensual. phainon was gentle yet feverish. irontomb forced himself inside you almost harshly. and reaver was so, so desperate, so deep that you felt his tip in your womb. 

you felt a building knot in your lower belly. it was something between impending doom and intoxicating ecstasy. you savored their every thrust, touch, caress, and kiss. your nerves were set ablaze, your back arched, and colors bloomed behind your eyelids. and in one moment, you just crumbled. your whole body spasmed, and a desperate cry escaped your lips. clear liquid gushed from your pussy, wetting even more phainon’s and reaver’s cocks. you weren’t even conscious enough to realize that you reached your peak; you were just a tangle of intense feelings, like tangled live wires.

somewhere on the edge of your consciousness, you caught their words of praise. but they were eclipsed by the feeling of pain on your shoulder, you saw out of the corner of your eye how irontomb bit you, even drawing blood. suddenly it had become clear how much rougher his thrusts became. a few of them, and you felt warmth—overwhelming, scorching warmth of irontomb’s cum in your ass. there were so much that his load spilled from you and down your thighs. 

you couldn’t contain a half-moan, half-cry. the vibrations of it were mind-shattering stimulation for khaslana with the way your throat spasmed around him. he pulled you closer, making your nose poke into his pubic bone. one, two shallow thrusts, and he spilled inside your willing mouth, making you swallow every drop of him. and suddenly a very lewd, totally cockdrunk thought sparked in your mind—how delicious he was. it was that moment when you were sure that you would beg for another round for more of this taste.

spasms of your cunt were breathtaking, something that made phainon choke on his own ragged groans; even reaver couldn’t contain his voice anymore. and such intense feelings made it clear that they too wouldn’t last long. so, phainon and reaver changed the way they had pounded into you. before their movements were synchronic in a way that never left you empty—when one was in, the other was out. and while chasing their climaxes, they started thrusting in you at the same time.

the closer reaver was to his climax, the more his cock swelled and his hips stuttered. he was so completely blissed out that he shamelessly reached to kiss you, despite khaslana’s cum dripping from your chin. and maybe it was exactly that kiss that pushed him over the edge. yet at the last moment he pulled out and spilled on your tummy, drawing your skin with his milky white, you moaned because you wanted it inside, but reaver just stroked you in a comforting manner, smearing his load.

yet just like that, peak longing has turned into overstimulation. and phainon ever so attentive, noticed that soon another orgasm would overlap the previous one, so his mischievous fingers went to your clit. he matched the tempo of his touches with his thrust. but soon enough he realized that sweet clenching of your cunt became the end for him. his climax crashed upon him like a tidal wave. but even if it meant overstimulating himself, phainon wanted you to reach one more peak; he wanted you to milk every drop of him.

your third orgasm was like a supernova—a powerful explosion of all-consuming pleasure that made your vision turn white. for a moment you felt like stardust, something shattered to myriad pieces that floated in warm darkness, yet your senses were heightened to the extreme. 

you felt every phainon’s thrust, every twitch of his cock, and every drop of his cum inside you. only when you rode the last waves of your climax did phainon cease. almost immediately his finger collected your and his combined releases, and phainon put his digits into his mouth, savoring this divine taste. his eyes rolled back in his head; he was enjoying it that much.

the sight stirred something within reaver, so he gathered his cum with his digit and pushed his finger into your mouth, letting you taste him. and you immediately wrapped your tongue around it. and apparently he was not the only one affected, because khaslana gathered a trickle of his cum on your chin and pushed his digit into your mouth too. you were happy to give him your attention as well. 

only that irontomb didn’t give you a chance to properly clean their fingers. he harshly gripped your chin, turning you toward him. one moment of intense eye contact when he relished in your cockdrunk expression and irontomb spat right into your mouth, and to his utter enjoyment you almost immediately obediently swallowed. 

you smiled at them. you were simply glad to take everything they gave you. it was you who threw away a key from that cage; you were ready to burn to ashes in the embrace of your four suns. and even when their warmth is too much, you'll always ask for more of their love.

Yautja males are initially curious about how soft and pudgy a human female can be, prodding and squeezing the pliant flesh of your curves, eyes zeroed in on how it spills through the gaps of their fingers.

Curiosity quickly spirals into lustful anticipation.

Attempting to divert their hands away from your person was near impossible, your strength like that of a butterfly's and holding no real power against theirs. They then held your arms apart, a yautja holding a wrist on either side of you to limit your struggles. You held your breath when the others closed in on you.

The sight of their scarred and battle-hardened hands mapping out every inch of your naked body had you squeezing your thighs together, biting your lower lip hard to suppress your moans and ignore the steady throbbing of your clit as arousal quickly set in.

A whimper escapes your lips when they squeezed at your closed thighs, sharp nails scraping the surface of your skin and creating red welts on your body. The slight pain adds more fuel to the fire, your body jolting forward when one of them boldly squeezes at your heaving chest from behind. The harder he groped, the more beautifully you mewled, unsuccessful in resisting the delicious sensations of his firm hands milking your chest. A stunned croak left you when another squeezed at the pudge layering your tummy, face heating with embarrassment at their audacity for grabbing something you viewed as an imperfection on yourself.

Kicking in retaliation, you tried your hardest to fight them off and shy away from their daring touches. You feared that if you let them continue further, it would only get worse. Already you could feel your body betraying you, the wetness sloshing between your thighs a mutiny against your panicking thoughts and warring mind. You shook your head in denial, refusing to acknowledge the rivulets of cum running down your inner thighs, refusing to feel your nipples hardening into tight buds when tongues slithered to tease them, refusing to hear the gasping moans when hands squeezed hungrily at your ass before striking it again and again to observe it ripple.

It was soon becoming too much. A pathetic sob warbled out of your drooling mouth when several tusked faces clamped down on the fat of your breasts, hips and ass and licked away the blood budding from the wounds. They lapped languidly at the sweat coating your body, purring with pleasure at your taste before finding more areas to mark with their fanged teeth. Tears sprinkled the corners of your eyes the longer the sweet torture continued.

You stopped resisting. Body a canvas of bites and scratches, so close to becoming fully claimed.

The unmistakable scent of your arousal permeated the air around them, your pheromones causing several yautjas eyes to roll to the back of their head while others were quick to disrobe and release their hardened lengths from the confines of their armor.

Hungry growls responded to your body's needs.

Strong hands found your knees and applied pressure, spreading them fully to continue their exploration...

(A/N (again): worst part of the dream was waking up before the real fun could begin *SCREAMING AND TEARING MY HAIR OUT*)

sometimes he’ll just flop down beside you and put his head in your lap. neither of you say anything for half an hour. he doesn’t need conversation. he just likes being near you. spending quality time with you is the best part of his day.

⊹ everyone in bonten knows you’re his weak spot. everyone knows. the second your name comes up, sanzu changes completely. his expression softens. his voice loses that dangerous edge. he’ll answer your texts in the middle of important conversations and not even try to hide it.

the funniest part is that he thinks he’s subtle but he isn’t. one time somebody joked that you had him wrapped around your finger. the room went completely silent. everyone expected sanzu to get angry. instead he shrugged and said, “yeah, obviously.”

⊹ he gets ridiculously soft when you’re affectionate first. normally sanzu is the clingy one. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulders, pull you into his lap, grab your hand whenever he feels like it. but the rare moments when you initiate affection - he completely malfunctions.

if you quietly take his hand first, he’ll stare at you for a second because he genuinely wasn’t expecting it. if you lean against him while you’re sleepy, he immediately goes quiet. he’ll act normal on the outside but he’s replaying that moment for the next three business days.

⊹ if you’re talking to someone else for too long, he’ll eventually wander over. if you’re sitting across the room, he’ll somehow end up beside you within ten minutes. if everyone’s gathered together, his arm ends up resting against yours before he even realizes he’s moved.

one night you’re sitting with ran and rindou while they’re telling some ridiculous story. you’re actually laughing - a rare enough occurrence. twenty minutes later, sanzu walks into the room, takes one look at the situation, and immediately sits beside you.

ran raises an eyebrow. “we’re having a conversation.”

sanzu glances toward you. “not anymore.” he says as he takes you over to his office.

⊹ there are nights when bonten keeps him out until ridiculous hours. nights where everything goes wrong. nights where he’s exhausted, irritated, and running entirely on caffeine and stubbornness. during those nights he becomes quieter than usual. not angry. just tired. and no matter how late it gets, eventually he texts you.

“awake?”

“you home?”

or sometimes just your name.

the first time it happens, you ask if something’s wrong.

“nothing’s wrong.”

“then why are you texting me at 3 a.m.?”

there’s a long pause. another minute passes. finally his reply appears.

“wanted to hear from you.”

⊹ he develops this habit of pressing a kiss against your forehead whenever he walks past you. sometimes it’s your temple. sometimes your cheek. sometimes the top of your head while you’re focused on something else. half the time he isn’t even paying attention to what he’s doing. it’s become so normal that neither of you notices it anymore until one day kakucho does.

you’re standing in the kitchen talking quietly about something. sanzu walks by, leans down, presses a quick kiss against your hair, and keeps walking without breaking the conversation he’s having on the phone.

kakucho stares.

“…what?” sanzu stares back.

“nothing.”

⊹ after something genuinely dangerous happens, sanzu spends the next few days sticking unusually close to you. he’ll deny it if anyone points it out. claim it’s coincidence. act irritated whenever rindou starts making comments but everyone notices.

especially you. he keeps reaching for you. checking that you’re there. touching your shoulder when he walks past. pulling you beside him on the couch. resting a hand on your back whenever you’re standing nearby. eventually you ask him about it.

“you’ve been acting weird.”

he looks at you for a second.

“thought I lost you.”

the words leave his mouth before he can stop them because sanzu almost never admits things like that. after a moment, he sighs and pulls you closer against his side.

“I don't wanna lose you.”

and you’re probably nodding without realising, fucked out and high on fumes that smell just like him. just like sex. scratching stripes down caleb’s broad back — just so completely gone and lost in him.

“don’t think i can pull out, pips,” he says, teeth gritted. “‘m gonna cum inside. deep inside this perfect little hole. my perfect baby. soo close.”

“w-wait, caleb — o-ooh yes! i’m not — i haven’t taken m-my pill yet!” your response is a stuttered snivel — babyish in nature that reminds him of why he loves you so much. even when you ball your fists against his sweaty chest, you’re not really trying to push him away. it’s the same as when you were children, you’d huff and puff at caleb— throw a tantrum for little things, expect him to fix it later on. if anything were to happen, caleb would fix it. “caleb, you promised.”

except he isn’t too keen on fixing anything this time. what will be, will be. fantasies from back then, from his time in the academy and time away from you run rampant at the forefront of his mind muddy his guilty conscience until he’s free. for only a second. if he cums inside you, he can keep you — line you up with seed and make it stick with every forceful punch of his hips into yours. you clench around the thickest part of him, at the base, like you want it too, keeping him trapped along your weeping walls.

if it sticks … you stay.

you can’t seem to pull caleb from the lustful lull of his guilty desires even when you bite and scratch at him — feverish with panic. it’s a pathetic cry for help, a desperate sob but it’s not like either of you could stop if you really wanted to. you’re addicted to the way he fills you, sweet words poured hotly into your mouth between kisses, brown hair tickling your neck because he’s chosen solace there.

and it’s not that the colonel doesn’t care. not that he doesn’t fear the worst. it’s just that he loves the risk, the idea of knocking you up so that no one else can have you. so that he can keep you on skyhaven for the rest of time and never have to worry about you slipping away like a faded memory. you’ll belong wholly to caleb.

“c-caleb, you can’t. you have to — gotta pull out!” you cry but you clamp down again. torn between to worlds with only him to decide.

“don’t think i can,” he whispers into your neck like it’s a secret. how badly he wants to ruin your life. “don’t wanna… have to. have to fill you up with all of me.”

worst part is he doesn’t even apologise for cumming inside. the bed screams with him as his release shoots through him, rope after rope of opaque white smearing over your sex and rippling walls — that milk him without any resistance. instead, caleb’s wet mouth trails whispers of thank you and i love you along your skin accompanied by the grin that lets the gratitude pass through.

he’s just grateful that you’re exactly the same as him. just as bad as him. closer to a sinner than you are to a saint.

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“Fucking hell—” he growls, biting into the pillow to muffle another whimper.

“You’re dripping,” Phainon hums behind you, voice playful—too calm for a man whose cock is buried deep in your ass, rutting lazily as he leans over your shoulder. His tongue drags along your sweat-slick neck, then his teeth nip. “All that cum you shoved into him… leaking back out around you like he was made to be filled.”

You thrust deeper—rougher. The slick sounds are obscene. Mydei shudders as your cock plunges into him again and again, his thighs trembling, the sheets beneath him soaked from the last time he came.

You’re so full of Phainon you can barely breathe, yet all you want is more. You’re pinned between heat and dominance. Phainon rolls his hips and you feel it everywhere—cockhead grinding into your prostate, breath brushing your ear, hands controlling your body like you’re just another pawn on his board.

“You like being in the middle,” he murmurs, sliding a hand around your waist to grip your leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “So greedy. Fucking him like he’s yours, while your hole’s pulsing on mine like you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you rasp—but you’re shaking.

“You say that,” Phainon grins, slow and cruel, “but your body’s honest.”

He thrusts again—hard—and it knocks the breath out of you. You collapse against Mydei, nails digging into his shoulder as you both moan like whores.

“Gods,” Mydei hisses, “you’re both pathetic. You’re letting him fuck you like he owns you while you pound me like a mutt. And you think I’m the mess?”

You pull out for just a second—and then slam back in, making him scream.

“Say that again,” you growl. “Go ahead. Open your mouth.”

He does—and you shove your fingers in, pushing down on his tongue as he glares up at you, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His cock twitches beneath him, leaking onto the bed.

You twist your fingers against his tongue, slow and deep, and fuck into him harder. Filthy, wet slaps echo with every brutal snap of your hips.

Then you feel Phainon’s cock throb deep inside you—he grunts softly, teeth scraping your neck.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he murmurs into your hair. “I want you to milk him first.”

You’re close. Too close. But you obey. You let your body go rigid, hold the orgasm just at the edge, and thrust with brutal control—fast and punishing.

Mydei gasps—then spits your fingers out and snarls, “Fucking fill me, coward.”

And gods, that breaks you.

Your grip slams down on his hips. Your cock pulses and spills inside him in thick, hot bursts—cum shooting deep while you grunt, riding it out, buried to the hilt. You don’t stop. You can’t. You fuck him through your orgasm, rutting into his oversensitive hole while your own is still stuffed with Phainon.

And then he takes over.

Phainon grabs your waist with two hands, hauls your hips back, and fucks into you hard.

You moan—loud, helpless—as he drives his cock deep with relentless rhythm. His cum from earlier is still slick between your thighs, mixing with yours and Mydei’s on the sheets.

Phainon pulls you against him until your back arches and your ass is pressed to his hips—cock buried deep, heat pulsing, grinding against your walls like he’s carving his name inside you.

“Beautiful,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder. “Absolutely ruined between us.”

Mydei shifts under you—cock twitching again. Still hard. Still begging for attention.

“Touch him,” Phainon commands.

You obey.

Your hand wraps around Mydei’s cock, and he growls—“Took you long enough.”

You stroke him fast, mean, almost punishing. He shudders, teeth gritted, jaw tight—and then he explodes, cum shooting up his belly and across the bed in thick, hot pulses. He bites into your wrist—hard—as he convulses beneath you, a final moan dragging from his throat like it’s been ripped out of him.

You let go only when he twitches, panting and dazed.

Phainon gives one final thrust and then groans, hips jerking.

You feel it—feel it—hot ropes of cum flooding your hole, dripping out around him as he stays deep inside, grinding just enough to make you flinch from overstimulation.

Then silence.

Just the sound of breathing, wetness, cum pooling under thighs, and skin against skin.

You collapse across Mydei, your cock still buried in him, Phainon draped over your back like a smug lion.

“You’re heavy,” Mydei mutters, still catching his breath.

“And you’re still full of cum,” you grin.

You’re already soaked in it.

Sweat. Cum. Saliva. Your own, Mydei’s, Phainon’s—indistinguishable at this point. The sheets beneath your knees are ruined, stained with so many loads you’ve lost count. Your thighs ache, your back burns from being bent and fucked open by Phainon over and over, and yet—your cock’s still hard.

Still buried in Mydei’s dripping ass.

He’s not even moaning anymore. Just trembling. Wrung out and twitching, face turned to the side, drool running down his chin as his cock leaks in soft, ruined pulses. He came… twice? Three times? You lost count. So did he. He’s still biting at your wrist where you’d shoved your fingers in his mouth, his teeth marks bruised into your skin like a trophy.

“You’re not done,” Phainon murmurs from behind, voice rich and smooth like warm honey, fingers stroking your spent, overstimulated cock with idle cruelty. “You think you get to stop before I’ve had my fill of you?”

You whimper into Mydei’s neck. “I—I can’t—”

“You will.”

His hand wraps around your throat—not choking, just holding you still as he pushes his cock back into your raw, abused hole. You both moan. The wet squelch is loud, so fucking loud. He’s already come in you twice—his seed dribbled down your thighs earlier, sticky and white—but now he’s pushing it back in again, like he’s marking his place.

You’re a cocksleeve at this point. A fucked-out, trembling conduit for his control.

“Good boy,” Phainon purrs, kissing your shoulder as he starts thrusting again, slow and deep. “Feel how messy you are? You’re leaking from both ends. My cum in your ass. Yours inside our little prince here.”

He’s not wrong.

Mydei’s hole is sloppy, glistening with seed every time you shift. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bitten red, and his body is limp but needy—hips twitching whenever you move inside him.

You groan, grabbing his hips and thrusting shallowly. “You’re gonna take another one.”

“Fuck you,” Mydei mutters, but his voice is wrecked. You feel him clench around your cock again, body trembling with oversensitivity.

“I already am.”

Phainon laughs low, fingers reaching around to toy with your cock again—soft but aching to stay hard. “Let him sit on you. Hold still.”

You obey.

You pull out of Mydei with a wet, obscene slurp—and immediately, Phainon guides him back, lifting the brat’s spent body and lowering him down onto your lap. Onto your soaked, half-hard cock.

Cockwarming.

He whimpers as your tip presses back in, deeper and deeper until his hole’s plugged again, filled with your cock and the cum you left in him earlier. He squirms, legs weak and trembling, barely able to stay upright.

Phainon pulls you both back against him. You’re sandwiched now—Mydei in your lap, your cock inside him, and Phainon’s cock still stuffed in you from behind. A filthy daisy chain of heat and ruined pride.

“Don’t move,” Phainon breathes, licking sweat off your temple. “Just feel.”

Your hands slip around Mydei’s chest, holding him up as you feel the tremors start again. His cock jerks—still sensitive, still dripping. He bites his lip.

Phainon’s hand reaches between Mydei’s legs. “No more, deliverer.” Mydei mutters.

“Yes, more,” Phainon says smoothly. “We’re not finished until I say so.”

He jerks Mydei’s cock—slow, steady, cruel—and the brat screams, arching in your lap.

You both groan. You feel it—feel him clenching on your cock again, feel him breaking. He’s crying now, shaking in your arms, and you love it. You rock your hips once—just once—and cum leaks down your thighs from how wet he is inside.

Phainon whispers: “Look how good you’ve made him. Completely ruined.”

You bury your face in Mydei’s neck. “He’s perfect.”

Phainon grins. “Praise him more.”

You kiss the shell of his ear. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re taking my cock like you were made for it.”

Mydei moans. Cum pulses from his cock again—dry, weak, but still trying.

Phainon wraps one hand around your jaw and turns your face to him. “Open.”

You do.

He spits into your mouth. Hot. Wet. Tasting of sweat and power. You swallow without flinching.

“My sweet little thing,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’ll stay like this for me, won’t you?”

Your voice is hoarse. “Yes.”

“You’ll let him cockwarm you—full of cum—and let me keep filling you till it’s leaking out all night.”

You nod. You’re shaking. Your thighs are soaked. You don’t even know whose cum is where anymore.

He nips your lower lip. “That’s my boy.”

And then he moves—fast.

Phainon fucks you hard, jostling Mydei in your lap. You both moan, helpless, fucked full and ragged. His hand is on your throat again, not choking—just claiming. His other hand smacks Mydei’s thigh.

“Such good boys,” he moans. “You belong to me now.”

And when he cums—again—it’s brutal. He stays buried in you, hips tight against yours as he pumps another messy load inside, moaning softly like the satisfaction is spiritual. You feel it drip down your legs, mixing with the flood between Mydei’s thighs.

The room smells like sin.

You stay like that—Mydei twitching in your lap, you twitching on Phainon’s cock, the three of you locked together, covered in sweat and cum and shame.

Mydei exhales. “I hate you both.”

You kiss the bite mark on his shoulder.

“No you don’t.”

SCARAMOUCHE

✮ chains and overstimulation in a fatui safehouse

You're on your back, completely bare, heavy chains looped around your torso and between your thighs. He slid the vibrator inside you before he chained you down, and it's been buzzing at a low, cruel setting for long enough that your cunt is swollen and pulsing around it on its own. When he presses the wand directly onto your clit, your entire body seizes against the chains, and the metal digs into your ribs as you arch up with nowhere to go.

"Ah, there it is."

He doesn't move the wand at all, watching your stomach muscles contract, and he reaches down with his free hand to trace the red marks the links leave on your skin. "These are going to bruise," he says, pressing his thumb into one. "Good."

✮ crawling to him because he told you to

He's standing at the far end of the room, his cock in his hand, stroking lazily, and you're on your hands and knees on the floor, tongue out, crawling toward him. Every time you get close enough to take him in your mouth, he steps back, just one step, watching you follow. You bob your head forward, lips closing around his tip, before he pulls his hips back, and the wet pop of him leaving your mouth makes you whine. He takes another step, and you crawl forward. "Faster," he says, taking another step back, watching your knees drag across the floor. "You worship so slowly. If you wanted it that badly, you'd move like it." You crawl faster, your mouth finding him again, and this time he lets you stay for three seconds before pulling away. "Better, but I think you should beg for it with your words this time."

✮ bone gag

You're on the floor with a bone gag strapped between your teeth, drool running down your chin. Your arms are tied across your chest with rope, your skirt is bunched up around your waist, and you have no underwear on. Your legs are in the air, held open by the rope, and your eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, your head tipping back every time the dildo slides in. He's sitting between your legs on the floor, one hand working the toy in and out of you in slow, smooth strokes, his thumb on your clit, circling in the same lazy rhythm. He's savoring the wet sounds, the way your cunt grips the toy on every pull, the way your eyes try to focus on him and can't.

"Look at you." He pushes the dildo deeper, holds it there, and his thumb speeds up on your clit until your thighs tremble. "Gagged, tied up, dripping all over my floor, and you still think you deserve my cock?" He pulls the toy out slowly, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing when it's gone. "Pathetic little thing. You haven't earned anything yet."

✮ your mouth is on his cock, his hands are in your hair

He's lying back in the crimson robe he wears around his quarters, the fabric spread open, his cock resting on his stomach. You're between his legs on all fours, your tongue dragging up his shaft from base to tip in a long, flat lick, and your hands are at his sides, sliding up underneath the robe, your palms pressing into his ribs as you take him into your mouth. His hand finds your hair, fingers threading through, gripping, and his hips grind up into your mouth before you're even halfway down. He rolls his hips, feeding himself across your tongue in shallow, constant thrusts that keep him stimulated without going deep, using your mouth the way someone uses a hand.

At some point, your bobbing stops, and he takes over completely, both hands pushing your head down while his hips pump up, bouncing into your mouth. When he finally releases the pressure, spit strings from your lips to his cock in long, glossy threads, and you catch your breath while your tongue finds his shaft again out of habit.

He groans when your tongue drags up the underside, and his hips chase the contact, grinding against the flat of your tongue while your hands slide higher up his body inside the robe. "Don't you dare stop. That mouth is the only useful thing about you today."

✮ you can't escape

You're tied to a chair in the center of the room, your wrists bound above your head by a rope that's attached to the ceiling. Your ankles are strapped to the chair legs, and through a hole cut in the seat beneath you, a wand vibrator is pressed directly against your cunt at a setting that's been making your thighs shake for the last ten minutes straight.

Every time you try to squirm, your body grinds harder against the wand, and the extra pressure sends a jolt through your clit that makes your cunt clench and whimper involuntarily, which humiliates you more because your body is betraying you, and he's there, watching every second of it. He's across the room, seated, one leg crossed over the other, his chin resting on his hand, and he hasn't touched you once.

"You're fighting it again," he observes. "Every time you squirm, you push yourself harder onto it. You know that, right? You're getting yourself off trying to escape, and it's the funniest thing I've seen all week." Your hips jerk, and the wand catches your clit at an angle that makes your back arch off the chair. A broken moan slips out, and you hate the way his mouth curves when he hears it.

"There it is," he says. "That's the sound I was waiting for. Go ahead, fight harder. Your body will do the rest."

✮ you told him you hated your chest... he's going to fix that

You were getting dressed, and you turned sideways in the mirror, and the words about your insecurity came out before you could stop them. He didn't respond to you right away; he just finished whatever it was that he was doing and then told you to sit on the bed.

He tied your arms behind your back, and he tied a pink cord around your chest in a pattern that frames your breasts, making them sit higher, more prominent, impossible to hide. The rope is almost decorative, a harness that turns your insecurity into something displayed. He coats his hands in oil, and when his slicked fingers find your nipples, you flinch because you weren't ready for how sensitive they are when your breasts are bound and swollen from the rope pressure.

"Don't move," he says. His thumbs roll over your nipples in slow circles, spreading the oil until your skin is gleaming. Your breath is coming out faster, and your back keeps trying to arch away from his hands, but you can't because your arms are tied. You can't cover yourself, can't hide, can't do anything except sit there and feel him tease your nipples until they're hard and aching.

"You said you hated these." His slicked thumb flicks across your nipple, watching it stiffen. "So now you're going to sit here while I show you exactly how wrong you are. And when I'm done, you're going to look at yourself and tell me they're pretty." His other hand pinches, rolling your nipple between oiled fingers, and you let out a helpless whimper. "And you're going to mean it. Because I don't accept half-hearted compliments."

WANDERER

✮ using your foot to get him off while he pretends he's above it

He's on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, and your foot is pressed flat against his cock through his pants. His hand is on your ankle, guiding you, grinding himself against the arch of your sole in slow rolls that push his hips off the mattress. He won't ask for more because asking is beneath him, so he just moves your foot where he wants it and acts like this is something he's tolerating rather than something that's making his breathing uneven. His bottoms come off eventually, and the outline of him straining through his boxers is extremely noticeable that you can't resist pressing your toes against it just to watch him twitch. When both your feet are on him, one pressing his balls, the other rolling slow circles on his leaking tip through the fabric, his head drops back. "You're enjoying this more than I am," he says through his teeth, and it's the most obvious lie his tsundere ahh has ever said.

✮ he's eating you out, and you're not even paying attention

You're on your bed, legs spread, playing whatever Fontaine handheld device you convinced a merchant to import. He settles between your legs, pushes your thighs apart, and puts his mouth on you. His tongue drags slowly up your slit while you tap buttons and frown at the screen. You giggle when his tongue flicks your clit because it tickles more than it should, and your free hand drops to his hair, fingers threading through the strands absently, like you're petting him while you play. He hums against your cunt, and the vibration makes your hips twitch, but you don't look down.

He pulls back just enough to talk against your folds. "You're dripping on my chin, and you won't even look at me." You glance down, smile, and go back to your game. He bites the inside of your thigh for that, and your yelp makes him grin before his mouth finds your clit again. He's going to make you put that thing down eventually, and he's patient enough to take his time getting there.

✮ he wants you in bed and won't say it with words

He's lying on his bed in his sleep robe, the fabric open, cock out, half-hard and hanging between his thighs. You're sitting at his desk, reviewing scrollwork for a thesis you don't care about, and you can feel him staring at the back of your head.

You glance over your shoulder. He slightly shifts his hips in a way that makes his cock sway between his legs. He's just letting it hang there, while he looks at you with an expression that says "come here" without opening his mouth.

"Use your words," you say, turning back to your scrollwork.

"I don't need words," he says. "You already looked."

You cave in too quickly, already pushing the chair back before he finishes the sentence. He doesn't smile when you crawl onto the bed, but his cock twitches against his stomach, and that says more than a smile ever could.

✮ leaking for you while you kneel there, looking at it

He's sitting at the edge of the bed, legs spread, his cock hard and dripping between his thighs. A bead of precum slides from the slit down the underside of his shaft. He touches his tip with two fingers, spreads them apart, and a string of precum stretches between them. You're on the floor in front of him, on your knees, watching.

He slides his fingers down his length, dragging the slick with them, coating himself in it, and his cock twitches hard enough that the next bead of precum drips off his tip and lands on his thigh.

"Are you going to keep staring," he says, his voice low, his eyes on yours, "or are you going to do something about it? Because I've been hard since you walked in, and watching you on your knees isn't making it go down."

You lean forward, and he watches you close the distance with that quiet, focused look, his clean hand bracing on the mattress behind him, his hips shifting forward to meet your mouth.

✮ spending quality time with the gift he bought you

He bought you the stuffed bear during a festival week in Sumeru. It's huge, and it's sitting on your bed, taking up a quarter of the mattress. You thanked him with a kiss, and he told you it was "just something practical, your bed looked empty," which is the most Wanderer way to say he saw something that reminded him of you and couldn't walk past it. He didn't expect to come back to your room and find you straddling its leg.

Your hips were rolling against the plush limb in slow grinds, the plush fabric pressing between your folds, and you didn't hear him come in because you were too focused on the heat building in your stomach. He stood in the doorway for a full five seconds before you noticed him, and when you did, your hips stopped completely, and your face went red.

"Don't stop on my account," he says as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "I want to see you finish."

And when you don't move a muscle, he adds, "that wasn't a suggestion."

Your hips start moving again, slower, embarrassed, and the wet spot you're leaving on the plush is visible from where he's standing. He watches you grind, watches your thighs tighten around the leg, watches your head tip back as the rhythm picks up.

"You like it that much?" he asks, his voice softer now, like he enjoys watching this display. "Should I be jealous? Because I'm starting to think the bear's doing a better job than me, and that's not something I'm willing to accept." He pushes off the doorframe and walks toward the bed. "Move over. Let me show you what you're actually supposed to be riding."

LOHEN

✮ you can't handle it

You're in his basement with your ass in the air, ankles and wrists bound in rope that loops up through a hook that keeps you spread open with zero ability to close your legs. The vibrator on your clit is pressed so directly against the nerve that your entire lower body is clenching in visible pulses. He's holding a plug above your ass that's bigger than the one from yesterday.

Your cunt flutters around nothing, your asshole clenches with it, and he's watching all of it like it's a show. "Look at you," he says, tilting his head to get a better angle. "Both holes are already open before I've even touched you. You trained so well for me, didn't you?" He taps the vibrator with one finger, nudging it harder against your clit, and you clench again, hard. "That little hole just winked at me again."

He presses the cool tip of the plug against your ass, circling the rim without pushing in, and your trained hole opens for it reflexively, the muscle relaxing around the glass like it's been waiting. "See? Your mouth says no, but this," he pushes the plug in one inch, and your body swallows it greedily, "this says you've been thinking about it all day."

A whine that sounds more like crying than pleasure tears out of your throat, and he grinds the vibrator into your clit until the whine breaks into a moan you couldn't hold back if your life depended on it.

"Aw," he says, twisting the plug slowly, watching your hole stretch and grip around it. "Is that supposed to make me stop? Because that sound you just made is actually making me want to see how loud you get when I turn it up." He turns it up, and you scream into the mattress, your hole clenching hard around the plug. The unoptional moans keep spilling out of you one after another.

"You can keep saying no," he says, pressing the plug deeper, watching your body betray every word your mouth tries to form. "Your holes don't listen to you anyway. They listen to me."

✮ restrained in a split with a rod holding your arms in place

The bar holds your wrists apart behind your back, your ankles are forced into a split by the restraints, and when he slides into you, the only thing you can do is take it. He grips the rod behind your back for leverage, and the first thrust makes your whole body rock forward because there's nothing to brace against, nothing except the restraints keeping you exactly where he put you. Your ass claps against his skin on every thrust, and the sound fills the room louder than either of your voices. He pulls the rod back, arching your spine, forcing your chest forward while he fucks deeper. "You're making such pretty sounds for someone who begged me to go easy," he murmurs into the back of your neck. "I lied when I said I would, by the way."

✮ belt on your cunt, then around your neck

You're on the bed with your legs open and his belt folded in half, and the first slap lands directly on your cunt with a crack that makes your whole body flinch off the mattress. He watches your reaction with interest, the way your thighs try to close and can't because his knee is between them, the way your cunt flushes pink from the impact. He slaps again, harder, and the yelp you let out is half pain, half… something else. "You liked that one." He loops the belt around your throat, threading the leather through the buckle and pulling until it sits snug against your pulse. His free hand pushes your thigh back, and he slides inside you, pulling the belt tighter. The first thrust makes your eyes roll back because being full and getting choked at the same time is too many sensations for your body to handle. You feel him pull the belt tighter. "Breathe when I let you."

✮ the staples…

You've been crying ever since he finished putting them in, your face wet against the pillow he shoved under your head when your body started shaking too hard to hold still. There's a heart made of staples in the skin of your inner thigh, each one pressed in individually with a sterile tool, and the dried blood around them has crusted into thin, dark lines that trace its shape. The bruising beneath is already purple, blooming outward from each puncture, and the skin between the staples is swollen and hot to the touch.

He runs his finger along the edge of the heart, tracing the outline, and your leg tries to flinch away from the contact, but his other hand is locked around your ankle, pinning your leg open.

"Stop squirming." He says it like you're being difficult on purpose. "You sat still when I put them in. You can sit still now."

Your body isn't listening to what you want anymore; it's listening to the pain, and when his palm comes down flat across the heart, the slap connecting with every raised staple at once, your cunt clenches hard, and you let out a loud yelp. Fresh blood beads up around two of the staples where the skin splits under the impact, and it runs down the curve of your inner thigh in a thin, warm line that he watches with his head tilted.

"There's the red I wanted." He smears the blood with his thumb, spreading it across the heart, painting the skin around it pink. "You bleed so pretty for me. Almost as pretty as you cry."

Your tears are soaking into the pillow, snot and spit mixing on your face, and your chest is heaving in hiccups that shake the whole bed. He doesn't comfort you; instead, he slides his hand up your thigh, fingers trailing through the blood, and slaps the heart again, harder, his fingers catching the edge of a staple and ripping it halfway out of your skin.

The scream that comes out of you is guttural, ripped from somewhere deeper than your throat, and your hands claw at whatever's near you, the sheets, his arm, anything. He grabs your wrist and pins it to the mattress without looking away from your thigh.

"Shh," he says, and the gentleness of the sound is almost shocking. He pushes the staple back in with his thumb, pressing until the metal sinks into your swollen skin, and you feel every millimeter of it reentering the puncture.

You watch as he makes a fist, and you shake your head against the pillow, crying harder, "please, please, please, I can't-" but the last word gets cut in half when his fist connects with the center of the heart.

Your leg jerks so violently that your knee almost catches his jaw, and he grabs your ankle and slams it back down against the mattress. New blood is pooling in the center of the heart, filling the gaps between staples, and two more have shifted in your skin from the impact.

"You let me put these in you," he says quietly, his bloody thumb pressing into the deepest staple, the one at the bottom point of the heart, and he rotates it. Your scream breaks into a sob, and he leans down and presses his mouth to the heart. His lips are soft against the swollen, bloody skin, and his tongue drags across one of the staples, tasting the copper, tasting… you. He pulls back, blood on his lower lip, and wipes it with the back of his hand.

"Same time next week," he says. "I want to do the other thigh."

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Slick dripped down your thighs, your tail lashing wildly as instincts overrode reason. The three men had been circling you for hours, their possessive scents mingling with yours in the dimly lit room, where shadows clung to the walls and the air grew heavy with musk and anticipation.

No more holding back.

They surrounded you now, eyes locked on your form with an obsession that made your pulse race and body shiver.

Phainon hovered closest, his white hair tousled and falling over those piercing blue eyes, his frame trembling with barely restrained need. He whined softly, a sound that vibrated through his chest as he leaned in, his hands gentle yet desperate on your shoulders. 

Reaver stood at the edge, his eyes burning with silent hunger. His fists clenched, but he didn't speak—actions were his language, and right now, they screamed possession. 

And Khaslana huffed from his spot nearby, his scarred frame tense and ready. “You're ours, kitty,” he growled, voice rough as gravel. “No escaping this heat.”

It started with their tongues. Their tongues hot, wet laps against your skin that ignited every nerve. Phainon nuzzled your neck first, licking a stripe up to your ear while his whimpers grew louder, his cock already throbbing hard against your thigh. “Please, [name]... need you so bad,” he breathed, theres cracks in his voice as his tail wagged furiously. 

Reaver joined silently, large hands spreading your thighs as he licked a slow path up your slick hole, tasting your heat with deliberate strokes that made you arch. Khaslana gripped your tail base, yanking it to expose you more, then buried his face between your legs, licking and biting your inner thighs.

Your claws extended instinctively, raking down Phainon's arms in sharp drags that left welts, drawing a high-pitched whine from him. “Ah—! [name]—scratch me, make me yours,” he gasped, but the others snarled possessively, drawing you into their midst.

Reaver paused his licking to press a grounding kiss to your thigh, his gaze steadying you amid the surge. Clothes tore away in the frenzy, their thick lengths springing free, veins pulsing and knots promising to lock you in place and claim you as theirs.

The heat surged hotter, demanding they claim you fully. Phainon guided your head down first, his blue eyes wide and pleading as he nudged the leaking tip of his cock against your trembling lips. “Take me in your mouth, p-please?... wanna knot in your mouth, feel you swallow me,” he whimpered, voice breaking with desperation. You parted your lips, tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at his slit before he pushed forward. 

His shaft stretched your jaw, thick and hot as it slid over your tongue, filling your mouth until the swollen knot bumped your lips. You sucked greedily, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the veined underside, drawing broken whines from his throat. His hips jerked shallowly, fucking your mouth with increasing urgency, hands trembling in your hair.

At the same time, Reaver and Khaslana maneuvered you between them, sandwiching your body in their muscular frames. Reaver positioned himself in front, his scarred chest pressing against yours as he lifted one of your legs to hook over his hip. His dull eyes locked on yours, silent intensity radiating from him as he aligned his cock with your slick entrance.

Khaslana crowded in from behind, his rough hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, yanking your tail again to tilt your ass up. “Both of us are gonna take this tight hole. Gonna stretch you wide for our knots,” he stated, rubbing his thick length, nudging it at your dripping hole.

They didn't hold back—Khaslana thrust forward roughly, his blonde hair falling into his face as he snarled, “Fuck, so wet for us. This heat's made you perfect” Reaver followed his rhythm, silent but forceful, his eyes fixed on your face to gauge every reaction. Inch by inch, they buried themselves deeper, the burn of the stretch blending with the overwhelming fullness that had your heat-flushed body quivering. 

You sobbed around Phainon's cock, the stretch burning fiercely as their heads breached you inch by inch.

“S-so full…” your muffled voice cracked, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overwhelming invasion. Slick gushed out, easing their slide, but the fullness made your walls clench erratically.

Your claws scratched at the blankets, then reached back to rake across Reaver's arm. Reaver groaned and continued to thrust steadily, his free hand cupping your face to wipe your tears, then leaning in your shoulder blades, pressing soft and comforting kisses to your shoulder, his lips lingering to soothe the intensity without a word.

Khaslana snarled behind you, slamming deeper with rough snaps of his hips. “Fuuuck— look at you taking us both—such a good kitty” Their cocks rubbed against each other inside you, veins dragging along your sensitive walls, knots swelling and grinding at your entrance.

The pace built quickly, their cocks sliding in and out in tandem, knots swelling and grinding against your rim with each plunge. Slick coated their shafts, easing the friction as they double-penetrated your hole, the sensation of being so utterly claimed sending sparks through your nerves. 

Phainon's whines escalated, his thrusts erratic as your mouth worked him relentlessly. "Gonna knot... oh—! [name], your throat— fuck—swallow my cum, pleasepleaseplease—" he begged, sobbing, mixing with his moans. With a final buck, his knot popped past your lips, locking in your mouth as hot spurts flooded your throat. You gulped it down, some overflowing to dribble down your chin, your claws digging into his thighs in response, scratching red welts that made him shudder and whine higher. He stayed tied, hips twitching as he rode out the waves, blue eyes glassy with tears.

Reaver and Khaslana didn't slow, pounding your stuffed hole in tandem—Reaver's steady rhythm contrasting Khaslana's brutal force. Their knots inflated fully, catching at your rim before forcing in together with wet pops, sealing them deep. Cum erupted in thick ropes, mixing with your slick and overflowing around the ties.

Khaslana bit your shoulder hard, leaving a mating mark that broke skin. “Feel us breeding you? No one else gets this.” Reaver's arms banded around your waist, pulling you flush as he spilled silently, his lips trailing soothing kisses along your jaw, a quiet anchor amid the intensity. Your body trembled, claws raking down both Reaver's and Khaslana's arms, making them groan in pain and pleasure.

The knots held for long minutes, their bodies pressed tight around you, tails entwining with yours in possessive curls. Phainon finally softened enough to pull free, licking the cum from your lips with a whimper. “Taste so good mixed with you, [name]... wanna cum in your hole now...” As Reaver and Khaslana withdrew with slick, obscene sounds—leaving your hole gaping and leaking, Phainon flipped you onto your back gently, sliding his cock into the messy heat, desperate to finally be inside you.

“Phai—! w-wait too full—!” The glide was effortless, your walls fluttering around him as he thrust deep, tears streaking his face.

“So perfect... filling you up, kitty. Bite me—mark your mate.” He leaned down, nuzzling your neck before sinking his teeth into your collarbone, a claiming bite that made you arch and bite his shoulders.

Your hands found Khaslana and Reaver on either side, fingers wrapping around their slick cocks. You stroked them firmly, twisting at the heads and pumping from base to tip, thumbs smearing the leaking cum.

Khaslana grunted roughly, thrusting into your fist. “Yeah, jerk us off like that—keep those hands on your mates.” Reaver captured your gaze, leaning in for a deep kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in silent comfort as you worked him, his scarred hand covering yours to guide the pace.

All three growled and whined with desperation, their bodies leaning into your touch, tails wagging as they begged for more of your heat, your skin, your everything.

The marathon sex stretched on without mercy, the room echoing with wet slaps, growls, and your mingled cries. 

Phainon fucked you with fervent, whimpering strokes, his knot swelling again to lock inside, cum painting your walls as he praised you, "You're ours forever, [name]— ah!" He pulled out eventually, only for Khaslana to take his place, yanking your tail to flip you onto all fours and slamming in roughly.

“Gonna cum in you raw, [name]—no leaving after this.” His thrusts were punishing, claws scratching your hips in return for your earlier marks, knot tying quick as he flooded you, forcing you to lick the excess from his fingers.

Reaver followed, laying you against his chest for a slower, deeper pounding, his eyes watching intently as he kissed away your overwhelmed sobs. “Stay with us,” he murmured, words rough but tender, before knotting and spilling with a silent groan. 

They rotated endlessly—double penetrating you once more with Phainon and Reaver stuffing your hole while Khaslana bites your shoulders and neck, leaving deep red marks.

And then Khalsana and Phainon sandwiching you again, both cocks forcing into your hole from front and back, knots locking in as Reaver fed you his release from his tip. You scratched their chests and backs, drawing thin lines of blood, and then biting your neck and thighs to leave mating marks sealing the bond.

Finally, as your heat recede into exhausted satisfaction, they slowed. 

Reaver lifted you gently into his lap, his large hands cleaning the slick and cum from your thighs with a soft warm cloth from nearby, his lips pressing kisses to your temple.

Phainon curled against your side, whimpering softly as he licked and kissed the bites littered on your tenderly. “We love you so much, [name]. Don't ever leave—stay here, with us, forever.” Khaslana joined, rough hands surprisingly gentle as he wiped your core, golden eyes warm. 

They showered you with kisses.

Soft kisses on your lips, neck, and marks, each of them praising you for taking them like a good mate. Reaver's arms wrapped around your frame, a silent promise of protection, as the room's musk faded into peaceful warmth.

SEPERATE ENDINGS — PHAINON | REAVER | KHASLANA

( ✎ ) I would like to take everyone for supporting me and waiting patiently for the chapters. I had so much fun writing these series and all of you made me really confident about my writing <3 <3 I might do a similar series soon, right after I finish all the remaining asks about the series. Once again thank you all and I love you all so much <333 Take care everyone!!!!

wc— 1694.

somewhere between the cruelest dream and the sweetest nightmare, there were four suns. one sun had eyes of bright sky, the eyes of another sun were like an endless golden wheat field, the empty eyes of the third sun were a bottomless abyss, and the fourth sun had eyes of ruby blood. you were captivated by them.

these embraces were scorching hot. phainon sat at your right side, leaving trails of kisses along your neck. khaslana was at your left, just caressing your face, breathing your honeyed scent. reaver buried his face in your chest, desperately savoring your heartbeat through open-mouthed kisses. and Irontomb—this uncanny, inhuman version of your dearest beloved—was at your knees, leaving half-kisses and half-bites on the soft flesh of your thighs.

you were in a daze, paralyzed by those overwhelming feelings yet enchanted by them. as if sensing your wandering mind, khaslana firmly cupped your face and turned it toward him.

“don’t you dare to ignore me, us,” but he didn’t give you a chance to answer, sealing your lips with a kiss. his tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring every corner, dancing with yours. so deep—he became your oxygen.

and almost immediately, irontomb demanded your attention too. “eyes on me, eyes on me~” through the kiss, you turned your gaze toward him just to see how he ripped off your panties. he immediately brought them up to his face, licking, teasing himself with your taste.

phainon half-groaned, half-whined, snatching your panties from irontomb’s hands—he wanted a taste too. but you were too embarrassed with two men tasting your in such a way, so you pulled away from khaslana and kissed phainon, grabbing him by the hair so he wouldn't go back to his previous idea. he was more than content with your ways.

your kiss did not last long. the moment reaver breathed your name out, you leaned toward him to leave a trail of kisses across his scarred face, which eventually led to his mouth. left as the only one who didn't get your kiss, irontomb decided to kiss your other lips, so he aimed straight at your cunt, and he wrapped his lips around your clit. it sent shivers down your spine, making you moan into the kiss with reaver. irontomb was satisfied as hell. you felt like you were melting; every fiber of your being went into overdrive.

“time to prepare you for me,” he traced your pussylips with his tongue, dragging long strips along your slit, making you jolt. you felt irontomb’s fingers on your folds, almost breaching inside. but his aspirations were put to a stop by khaslana. you whined from the loss; your body demanded more of those scorching feelings, luckily, even if golden-eyed man pushed him aside, he took his place.

“you’re too fucking greedy,” he almost hissed, but his tone immediately changed when he kissed your mound, moving down to your clit. he blew a stream of hot air at you and then left a light kiss, that soon turned into suction. his moves were much more gentle, and his tongue drew feather-like eights. “but i understand, she’s too sweet to stay away from her.”

then you felt fingers, but the scarred texture of skin gave away that it wasn’t khaslana, but reaver. his two thick fingers alternated between scissoring and thrusting in and out. he sensually dragged his digits, finding all your sensitive spots, rubbing against your velvety walls. khaslana and reaver worked, surprisingly, well together. their tandem made your mind foggy from pleasure.

you couldn’t contain your moans, and phainon pulled away from your hickey-covered neck just to watch your expressions. your pleasure-drunk expressions were so sweet to him, like heavenly ambrosia. his hand almost unconsciously went to his cock, pumping it up and down, his fingers wrapped tight around hot flesh, imitating how your pussy’d squeezed him. and, maybe, irontomb wasn't the greediest, but phainon was. because he just couldn’t feel anything from his mere hand when you were this close to him. 

he traced your lips with his tip, smearing precum, making you open your mouth. he filled your taste buds with his saltiness, and you teased his tip with your tongue to feel more.

 your jaw stretched to accommodate his thick length, and phainon couldn’t help but thrust deeper into your mouth because of your adorable endeavors.

khaslana’s licks became more harsh and desperate, making you moan louder. your sounds sent vibrations down phainon’s length, and he couldn’t help the desperate whimper. your sounds intertwined into a heated symphony of lust. it made your walls clench around reaver’s fingers, and he muted his sounds by wrapping his mouth around your nipple, biting it hard.

“and who's greedy now?” irontomb, being left out, was enjoying the show in front of him despite his words. his gaze met yours, and he decided to put on a show for you on purpose in return. he slowly dragged his fingers along prominent veins on his shaft, drawing teasing traces to his mushroom tip. he teasingly poked your cheek with his tip, which is why phainon pushed him away.

you were left breathless, your heart pounding like a drum, your eyelashes fluttering, your eyes unfocused, your face flushed, and a trickle of saliva mixed with precum was running from the corner of your mouth. every fiber of your being felt their attention on you. they proved with their touches that you were the center of their universe.

khaslana couldn't allow you to get too distracted, so he doubled his efforts on your clit, sometimes even grazing the bud of nerves with his teeth, completely drunk on how you tasted. it sent sparks of electricity to your every nerve. tears fell from your eyes because of overstimulation, but you only arched your back to meet his passionate mouth. as if they understood each other without words, reaver added a third finger and sped up his rhythm. his mouth left a bite mark on your breast, and he moved to your other one to do the same.

it was too much, too much. pleasure vibrated through your whole body; heat in your tummy became fireworks. as if feeling that you achieved your peak, phainon pulled out from your mouth. he wanted to savor every sound you make when you climax. 

only a few moments later, you came with a loud cry. scorching hot pleasure filled every part of your body—from your tummy to your fingertips. and while phainon and irontomb wanted nothing more than to look at the beauty of your orgasm, khaslana and reaver wanted to prolong your peak, to give you even more. soon your cry became weak whimpers from overstimulation, and only when you began to push them away from you did the men stop.

“want more?” you didn't even realize who asked that; the only thoughts in your head were “more, more”, so you just pulled one of them into a kiss.

“so, it’s finally my turn?” irontomb murmured against your mouth, biting your lips. you just stuck out your tongue and deepened the kiss, shoving it down his throat to silence him. it made him so damn happy, he grinned into the kiss.

a sudden sensation at your cunt made you break the kiss. the fat flushed tip of reaver’s cock prodded at your entrance, drawing slow circles but not giving what you oh so desperately wanted. you shifted, trying to pose yourself in a way that could make his dick slip inside you, but you realized that pahinon’s hands held you firmly in place.

“you’re so warm…” reaver whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. you just tangled your fingers in his hair; he was much warmer, scorchingly so. 

one more kiss, but on your other ear, and you felt how irontomb changed his position to be behind you. his next move made you yelp because you felt his fingers on the tight ring of muscles of your ass hole. you gulped, but you didn't try to move away. you greedily wanted everything they could give you.

“can i too? please… you’re so, so pretty, more beautiful than a dawn” everything became a thousand times more intense when phainon lined his cock up to your pussy too, his hard length twitching against your slick folds. the grinding of two dicks at the same time was overwhelming, forcing you to cling to whatever you could reach—reaver’s hair, irontomb’s arm, phainon’s shoulder, khaslana’s waist. 

you absolutely lost yourself when khaslana’s cock touched your lips. your tongue immediately slipped to tease his tip with kitten licks. “you’re such a good girl,” he gently stroked the top of your head to reward you for your efforts in pleasuring him.

it was already too much, but you knew it was so not enough. and, as if he had guessed what you were thinking, phainon pushed his cock inside. his huge length moved slowly, letting you feel every vein, every ridge, every inch. he shamelessly moaned from the heavenly feeling of your cunt. his first thrusts were shallow and quick, but after a few he changed to a slower yet more feverish rhythm.

you felt like you were floating among clouds, lost in a haze of lust. maybe, because of that haze, you didn’t even realize that irontomb pushed inside your ass hole, even your own moans from his intrusion were something distant. you struggled to accommodate him, good thing that phainon stopped to give you some time to adjust. irontomb picked relentless peace from the start, making you gag on khaslana’s cock. tears pricked at your eyes again, so reaver gently wiped them away. you saw how he held himself back to not push his cock into you, but you wanted him to do it more than anything. so you took matters into your own hands and reached out to his dick, giving him a hint to get inside. reaver hesitantly followed. your insides felt like they were burning because of the stretch; a touch of pain mingled with the overpowering pleasure, yet your pussy greedily sucked in both, phainon and reaver.

you felt as if warmed by four suns, as if captured in a sweet trap between four of them. they were your beloved cage. you felt so utterly their—phainon, khaslana, reaver, inrontomb— how they left their marks on your soul. and you only could moan as if singing a song of your devotion to them. you all ceased to exist as separate beings and were reborn as one. mess of limbs, hot breath, moans and groans, cacophony of sounds of sweat-soaked skin slapping against skin.

suddenly, irontomb’s hand was around your neck, making you squeeze around khaslana. slight asphyxiation made you feel pleasant, weightless dizziness as your vision blurred and your airflow was cut off. for a moment, you had thought he would push away red-eyed man, but khaslana just gently stroked your hair and whispered, “what a good girl you are”. to those words, irontomb only chuckled and added that you were prettiest when you took their cocks. 

phainon’s mouth was on your breasts, leaving trails of wet kisses, alternating them with playful bites. and you swore you could feel how he half-whispered, half-moaned how gorgeous you were. reaver’s hands were on your thighs, squeezing soft, supple flesh, holding you still and exposed for them, leaving reddish bruises. his eyes were focused on your chest, where his and phainon’s marks made breathtaking patterns of love and passion. how he murmured, “you’re stunning…” made you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

their every move was like pure devotion, unraveling your body. they all were so different, yet there was a harmony that cannot be described. khalsana’s thrusts in your throat were slow and sensual. phainon was gentle yet feverish. irontomb forced himself inside you almost harshly. and reaver was so, so desperate, so deep that you felt his tip in your womb. 

you felt a building knot in your lower belly. it was something between impending doom and intoxicating ecstasy. you savored their every thrust, touch, caress, and kiss. your nerves were set ablaze, your back arched, and colors bloomed behind your eyelids. and in one moment, you just crumbled. your whole body spasmed, and a desperate cry escaped your lips. clear liquid gushed from your pussy, wetting even more phainon’s and reaver’s cocks. you weren’t even conscious enough to realize that you reached your peak; you were just a tangle of intense feelings, like tangled live wires.

somewhere on the edge of your consciousness, you caught their words of praise. but they were eclipsed by the feeling of pain on your shoulder, you saw out of the corner of your eye how irontomb bit you, even drawing blood. suddenly it had become clear how much rougher his thrusts became. a few of them, and you felt warmth—overwhelming, scorching warmth of irontomb’s cum in your ass. there were so much that his load spilled from you and down your thighs. 

you couldn’t contain a half-moan, half-cry. the vibrations of it were mind-shattering stimulation for khaslana with the way your throat spasmed around him. he pulled you closer, making your nose poke into his pubic bone. one, two shallow thrusts, and he spilled inside your willing mouth, making you swallow every drop of him. and suddenly a very lewd, totally cockdrunk thought sparked in your mind—how delicious he was. it was that moment when you were sure that you would beg for another round for more of this taste.

spasms of your cunt were breathtaking, something that made phainon choke on his own ragged groans; even reaver couldn’t contain his voice anymore. and such intense feelings made it clear that they too wouldn’t last long. so, phainon and reaver changed the way they had pounded into you. before their movements were synchronic in a way that never left you empty—when one was in, the other was out. and while chasing their climaxes, they started thrusting in you at the same time.

the closer reaver was to his climax, the more his cock swelled and his hips stuttered. he was so completely blissed out that he shamelessly reached to kiss you, despite khaslana’s cum dripping from your chin. and maybe it was exactly that kiss that pushed him over the edge. yet at the last moment he pulled out and spilled on your tummy, drawing your skin with his milky white, you moaned because you wanted it inside, but reaver just stroked you in a comforting manner, smearing his load.

yet just like that, peak longing has turned into overstimulation. and phainon ever so attentive, noticed that soon another orgasm would overlap the previous one, so his mischievous fingers went to your clit. he matched the tempo of his touches with his thrust. but soon enough he realized that sweet clenching of your cunt became the end for him. his climax crashed upon him like a tidal wave. but even if it meant overstimulating himself, phainon wanted you to reach one more peak; he wanted you to milk every drop of him.

your third orgasm was like a supernova—a powerful explosion of all-consuming pleasure that made your vision turn white. for a moment you felt like stardust, something shattered to myriad pieces that floated in warm darkness, yet your senses were heightened to the extreme. 

you felt every phainon’s thrust, every twitch of his cock, and every drop of his cum inside you. only when you rode the last waves of your climax did phainon cease. almost immediately his finger collected your and his combined releases, and phainon put his digits into his mouth, savoring this divine taste. his eyes rolled back in his head; he was enjoying it that much.

the sight stirred something within reaver, so he gathered his cum with his digit and pushed his finger into your mouth, letting you taste him. and you immediately wrapped your tongue around it. and apparently he was not the only one affected, because khaslana gathered a trickle of his cum on your chin and pushed his digit into your mouth too. you were happy to give him your attention as well. 

only that irontomb didn’t give you a chance to properly clean their fingers. he harshly gripped your chin, turning you toward him. one moment of intense eye contact when he relished in your cockdrunk expression and irontomb spat right into your mouth, and to his utter enjoyment you almost immediately obediently swallowed. 

you smiled at them. you were simply glad to take everything they gave you. it was you who threw away a key from that cage; you were ready to burn to ashes in the embrace of your four suns. and even when their warmth is too much, you'll always ask for more of their love.