Today’s prompt selection was: Double penetration, Impact play, Pillory/stocks. Went for the first because I have more options for it and ones that fulfil the prompt better.
This story takes place in Arellan, a magical world. It involves a few characters and strenuous mentions/invocation of one deity, covered in brief below. It is written in second-person perspective.
Iolanda is a young woman of some hellish ancestry, giving her pink skin, horns, and a tail, amongst other facets. She’s just headlined in a play which was sexual in nature, and is throwing a party for a wide range of her friends, and romantic and sexual partners.
Angus is a dwarf, and a councilmember of another city, who Iolanda (and her friends) helped with a few issues. He’s married to Geraldo – both of them previously married to two others as well, a human man named Eric and an elven woman named Tila, but sadly when Eric passed away (of old age), Tila disappeared. Angus had become increasingly paranoid and despondent as Geraldo ages and Angus becomes more and more presently aware that he will outlast all of his romantic partners.
Geraldo is an old pervert, an architect, and a member of an aquatic-dwelling species; with blue-green skin, he has gills up his neck and behind his ears that allow him to breathe underwater, but can manage just fine above as well. He is very old, his species often living into their first or second century – longer than former husband Eric, as a human, but still a far cry from Angus who should expect to live half a millenium and who was younger to begin with. Geraldo is old enough that his body isn’t the most stable at times, but this mostly presents itself in hand tremors: he plays up the rest of it quite a bit, to have fun.
Bellerrel is a Goddess, the Lady of Passion, Hope, and Love, amongst other things. She was one of the main characters of the play Iolanda was in, and is a deity who Iolanda worships fairly persistently out of the wide pantheon of Arellan. Bellerrel’s worship and rituals do not shy away from sexual aspects.
This story involves oral and penetrative sex culminating in double penetration; a young woman fucks two married men, told from the young woman’s point of view. If this sound like fun, continue reading; if not, consider passing.
After the break, things get spicy.
You laughed. Giggled, rather, as Geraldo rolled his eyes but remained silent and Angus stood up off of the couch, stepping closer to you. Your anticipation and nerves both heightened as he did so, about the same height standing as you were sitting down – the right height for the kiss that you knew was about to happen.
Goosebumps flowed over your arms and legs, your lips moving of their own volition in anticipation; pressing against each other, checking that they weren’t too dry, weren’t excessively wet, weren’t anything else that they shouldn’t be – anything other than full and warm and ready, and with every step Angus took, the squirming feeling in your gut increased.
Both of them. Both steps.
It wasn’t far from the couch to the adjacent chair, after all, and as a result it only took him two steps in order to reach you. Two steps in order to be within arm’s reach. Two steps to reach out and gently brush your hair behind your ear with one hand as one of yours lifted on its own to rest on his shoulder, and you held your breath, leaning forward in your chair as he approached.
His lips were warm, firm, but still soft on the surface, and his thick-fingered hand slid to the back of your head as they pressed against yours, and it was a wonderful kiss. As the gentle pressure began to relent, as the kiss began to break, your hand and your mouth had other ideas and enlisted a few other body parts in order to put their plan into motion.
The hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck, while the mouth opened, parting lips – your neck had seemingly signed itself over to that side of the matter as well, and let your head fall to the side while your tongue, either a traitor or a visionary depending on how things landed, pressed gently against his lips.
Angus may not have been the best at talking about that sort of thing. About love and lust and crushes, attraction and interest and all, it seemed – his slight awkwardness around the topic might’ve left one thinking he wasn’t very experienced in it. That, like Naerwyl, he might not be able to interpret signs well, might not recognize them or might need to delay in order to respond to them, might need explanation, might need time to process.
Not so.
His lips split easily, a soft noise from his nose a sign of assent if his actions weren’t as his tongue and yours stroked against each other, dancing like lovers to a slow song at the night’s end, swaying and caressing and enjoying the fullest contact of each other’s form as they did.
When the two of you parted, it was with softly hummed sighs and a good deal of gazing into each other’s eyes. Your heart beat quicker in your chest by a measure, and your recently-kissed lips curved themselves into a smile.
“That’s real nice,” you sighed, before looking over to Geraldo with a giggle. “You’re real lucky! He’s a good kisser!”
Geraldo chuckled, looking at Angus with heated eyes. “Is not the only thing he does good with his mouth, hmm?”
With a laugh, you stood up out of the chair, easily covering in one pace the distance that had taken Angus two to deal with, and leaned forward over Geraldo. With one hand you supported yourself on the back of the settee, and with the other, you traced a fingertip up his chin, grinning. “I’m lookin’ forward to findin’ out,” you hummed, your words a heated murmur like a warm stream over soft rocks, and you lowered yourself down to kiss Geraldo as well.
Every new kiss was different, you’d found. Always interesting, always exciting – a little thrill ran through you as you let yourself soak in the sensation of it for a moment.
His lips were maybe the inverse of Angus’ – where the dwarf’s had been warm, Geraldo’s were slightly cool in a way that reminded you of Emmalyne. They were soft, but had a slight skin on the surface, not crackly but just enough to feel it shift as his lips pressed against yours, and he wasted no time dwelling on lips alone. His mouth opened nearly immediately, his tongue thrusting out swiftly and suddenly but then stilling for a moment – as if he expected you to pull away, to block him, to stop him; as if he was just throwing out a try at something, without really expecting that it would actually work.
He seemed surprised when you didn’t. Didn’t block his tongue, didn’t stop the kiss, didn’t pull your mouth from his – sudden vigor returned to his actions, his hands shakily grasping at the lapels of your shirt to pull you in closer, his tongue swirling deep within your mouth for a long moment until you needed to breath and pushed yourself back easily with one arm, before stroking your other hand down the back of his head.
“I- I die,” Geraldo nodded softly, a huge grin on his lips as he puckered up a few times toward you. “I die now, but I die happy.”
“Oh nonsense,” Angus grumbled, “you’re not dying today. Well, not here and now and not if it can be helped, at least.”
You tried to heal him, just in case – reached out through your hand with something that wasn’t a body part, just an energy, just a feeling deep in your heart and your gut, the way you always did to heal folk. Nothing happened, though, which meant there was nothing to be healed – which didn’t mean nothing was wrong, but as time went on, it meant more and more.
At first it had meant they didn’t have any broken bones, any cuts or bruises that could be healed. Now it also meant they hadn’t been poisoned, that they didn’t have any diseases – which actually surprised you slightly, just given Geraldo’s age alone, until you remembered them mentioning healers coming to the house.
“We’ve not shared a- a kiss from another, a partner, a lover, anything like that, not since Eric passed away and Tila left,” Angus murmured, stepping closer to you, stroking at your arm.
You turned and wrapped an arm around his head, stooping slightly to pull his face toward yours and catch his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling in it gently with a groan. “I was right, that’s good. An’ I’ll be honest I wasn’t really plannin’ on nothin’ in particular? But-” you shot Geraldo an apologetic smile and a shrug. “I think half of that was I was worried he might get hurt or somethin’ anyway.”
Sure, he wasn’t quite as attractive to you in a raw way as Angus was, and looking at him didn’t make your gut squirm quite the same way – but it was never quite the same from person to person, and he was sweet, and kind, and he cared about his husband. He was never overly forward and even if he might’ve pushed that way sometimes it seemed only ever to be a show, never with any malice or force behind it. He might reach for someone without asking, but wouldn’t keep trying after being pushed away, you were sure of it.
You glanced back and forth between them, Geraldo’s eyes slightly milky deep blue and Angus’ such dark purple that they could’ve been obsidian and just reflecting violet. “If that’s somethin’ you’re both interested in? I shouldn’t presume.”
“I think it’s safe to presume with Geraldo,” Angus murmured with a chuckle, his eyes lingering on you intently. Curiously. Intensely. “But, I think…aye, I think- that would be a grand plan.”
Your heart leapt in your chest, a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding suddenly being released, briefly as a sharp sigh and then leaping into a happy noise as you leaned in toward Angus again and caught his mouth with yours.
He’d only asked for a kiss, but he’d taken the first step in asking for it. It was only fair for you to take the first step on the next bit – and if he’d said no, that would’ve been perfectly fine and you would have been happy just to have had what you’d had.
…but that didn’t mean that you weren’t quite happy that he’d said yes.
It was good to embrace feelings, to explore them – it had been unnerving at times, uncomfortable at times, and maybe it still would be too. Maybe you’d get struck at some point with a desire to do something which, for other reasons, you might want to avoid – but at the very least, it was good to explore the feelings. To admit to them, to consider them, and – when you could do so safely – to act on them.
It was still frightening at times, still thrilling, still exciting, and it had been a long journey for you. A long, long series of slow steps from a girl who’d hid her tail kinked sideways up the back of her pants and worn her long hair twisted up thick and high to hide her horns and had never gone bathing when other people would have any chance of catching a glimpse of her – a girl afraid of herself, afraid of how she was shaped, afraid of her skin and her eyes, her tail and her horns and what people might think based off of them.
A long journey from there to where you were now, filled with admissions instead of anxiety, at least most of the time. Wearing your tail, your horns, your body proudly – displaying them joyfully, on stage or in private. Trying to be open with your body, your heart, your mind, and in both directions as well, to be honest not just about what you were but about what you wanted.
Sometimes it even meant just trying things, because as your mother had always said about food when you were young, you didn’t know if you liked something until you tried it. Sometimes things would sound good even before you’d given them a shot, but most of the time the simple fact of the matter was that it was impossible to try to think about something before it happened. Or at least, impossible for you. The quickest, clearest, and therefore best way of finding out whether you liked anything was to just try it and see.
You hadn’t necessarily thought you’d like kissing Geraldo, you hadn’t necessarily wanted to, but now that you’d done it, you’d liked it. Now that you’d done it, you did want to do it, again.
Geraldo’s hands rose to stroke at your side, at your back, tracing shaky lines as Angus kissed you, but it was slightly awkward for heights so you sat back down next to Geraldo instead. He quickly took advantage of the situation – or as quickly as he could, at least – and shifted to be able to kiss at your neck while Angus leaned a knee against the edge of the settee to do the same with your mouth.
One hand at the back of your head, firm – another, shaky, interlacing fingers with yours. One strong on your shoulder, one trembling at your knee, slowly working its way upward and bringing both your skirt’s hem up along with it and a giggle out of your nose.
You alternated back and forth between them, whenever it occurred to you to do so, trading Angus’ mouth for Geraldo’s and moaning around his tongue when Angus’ teeth caught your ear, one of your hands stroking at the front of Geraldo’s shirt while the other stroked a fair bit lower at Angus, at his firm belly and something else firming rapidly just below that. He replied wordlessly, the hand on your shoulder shifting to the buttons at the front of your shirt, joined by the other as Geraldo’s hands continued on their trembling journey.
Sounds flew freely from your mouth and nose as they both moved to kiss at your neck, at your ear, each on one side at first but then finding each other around one of your collarbones. Their tongues sought each other messily, finding a fair bit of your skin alongside. Geraldo’s tremor seemed to worsen the more excited he grew, so it was lucky that Angus was handling the buttons and Geraldo the skirt which required a lot less dexterity, a single simple direction – up – quite adequately dealt with, and truly managed more by his forearm than his hand anyway.
Angus pulled your shirt open as soon as it was unbuttoned, reaching in to stroke and squeeze at your chest with a sigh and appreciative eyes – eyes which you met in kind, your gaze burning back at him as you stroked at the bulge in his pants and the bulge in his husband’s at the same time.
A sharp noise flew from your throat as Geraldo’s shivering hand reached the crux of your legs, trying and failing to catch the edge of your panties there but tickling sensitive skin as it did so, but not unpleasantly so. On the third or fourth try he managed to hook a finger through the hem and you shifted your hips up, briefly helping him with one hand of your own to remove them while leaving the skirt on at least for now.
It only went about to your knee, anyway, if even quite that far.
Geraldo seemingly got distracted by your open shirt, both hands reaching into it – he shifted to perch on the edge of the couch to get a better angle, and his hands were a little less tremulous when they had something to hold, when they were able to get a proper grip on something, even if that grip was only moderately strong.
You sighed, tugging at Angus’ belt blindly as Geraldo caught your mouth with his, squeezing at your chest.
“I have before been with a few, with horns or tail like you have,” his words creaked as they always did but were underlaid with obvious excitement, appreciation, and joy. “All are different, yes, like all people – all different.”
“Everybody’s different,” you seconded, common words for you coming out uncommonly breathlessly as you managed to get Angus’ belt undone and pulled it out of the loops of his pants.
“For you,” Geraldo raised an eyebrow, briefly removing one hand from its perch on a breast and pointing unsteadily to your head, “the horns, the tail – are they sensitive? Numb? I would not like to be rough with them if they are tender,” his soft underlying grin widened, “nor would I like to be gentle if they need the rough. Some things like the rough.”
You nodded, smiling at his thoughtfulness as Angus reached over and tugged at the drawstrings of Geraldo’s breeches.
“The horns are pretty numb,” you nodded, rapping on one with your knuckles to demonstrate. You could feel the vibrations in your head, in your skull, but really only the same way that you could feel it if you’d rapped on a helmet you’d been wearing. “They’re attached real solid, too,” you wrapped your fingers around the horn and used it to pull your head off to the side in demonstration, “so you can grab ‘em if you like? But I really appreciate you askin’ first!”
“Is only polite to ask before grabbing a pretty one’s horns,” Geraldo closed his eyes briefly, nodding with an amused and amusing sort of solemnity.
“Or tail,” you nodded, curling it around and taking it in hand. “Now it’s- yeah, sensitive, definitely. Don’t be rough with it, it don’t like it and neither do I – but if you wanna be gentle you can? And it’s um, it’s most sensitive near the tip and at the base.”
Curiously and excitedly, Geraldo reached out a shaky hand, gently taking your tail as you handed it over to him. When he licked at the tip of it, a sigh flew unbidden from your mouth.
“Yeah,” you murmured, your cheeks heating some even beyond their already intense burning, “that’s good, real good.”
Angus finished up with the drawstrings, and Geraldo’s pants fell right to the ground, followed shortly by his drawers as Angus shucked them out of the way and then leaned over to take Geraldo in his mouth, muffling a moan and making Geraldo groan at the same time.
“He is good at this,” Geraldo sighed, pulling your head to his, sucking on one of your lips for a moment before parting to fix you with a heated gaze. “But I know this already. You, I have not felt before, but I think you have very good lips.” His tongue flicked out across them, and he grinned. “I think they would be good wrapped around me, yes?”
You nodded, sighing softly, and Geraldo started trying to get to his feet but Angus held him in place, raising his head and freeing his mouth long enough to speak. “Not supposed to do too much walking or standing, so you stay right there on the couch. We young folks can go moving around, aye?”
“Ah, such complaints,” Geraldo pressed the back of a hand against his forehead. “But if you insist.”
Giggling, you slipped off of the settee to sit on the floor next to Angus, kissing him for a moment before licking at Geraldo, taking him into your mouth – then chewing on Angus’ ear as his mouth took your place instead, all while Geraldo wheezed and somehow managed to breathily grunt his approval, occasionally peppering in sharp words or praise.
“You take over here,” Angus sighed in your ear. “I’ve got an idea, if you maybe double over at the waist…”
You nodded – especially emphatically, on top of your head’s general bobbing up and down which was already underway. When Angus slipped away you shifted from sitting to kneeling, then rising to your feet – back out straight, feet planted firmly about shoulder-width, arms braced on either side of Geraldo’s legs in order to hold your weight.
He certainly appreciated the new position, taking your horns in both of his hands and pulling your head further down, pressing him deeper into your mouth, but without much force behind the gesture.
You gasped as Angus flipped the hem of your skirt up and over your waist, then groaned loudly around your mouthful as you felt his tongue plunge into you, withdrawing to flick and lick. You moaned your approval as he grabbed at your thighs, spanked you lightly.
Pulling your head free of Geraldo with a gasp, you shivered. “Harder, Angus, please?” He spanked you again, harder than the last time – but not too hard, not even nearly as hard as he could’ve and still had it feeling good, but enough for you to feel that edge of a bite and let out a soft yelp that faded into a warm laugh.
“You have such nice ass,” Geraldo murmured thoughtfully, stroking at your hair – grabbing at your horns and tugging your head up toward his, and you went along with him. Made sure you didn’t move too quickly, though – made sure you specifically didn’t move too fast for Angus to keep up, his mouth matching pace with your hips and continuing to draw soft noises from your lips.
“So round,” Geraldo nodded sagely, tugging your horns to tip your head back so he could lick a line up your throat. “So perfect, this ass – I am watching it on stage, and I am thinking, I pray to the Goddess that I could fuck it. Do you think the Goddess has heard? Will answer my prayer, hmm?”
A special little shiver ran down your spine at the thought; one arm rested across the back of the settee behind Geraldo to bear your weight, and your free hand went to stroke at his cock while his husband continued eating you out, and with a level of dedication and focus which was sending entirely different tremors through you.
You caught Geraldo’s lip between your teeth, groaning as Angus’ tongue flicked across your clit, and then leaned in to whisper into his ear as you fondled at his balls. “Why don’t we…try prayin’ together, huh? See if she’ll send you a sign maybe?”
Your tail wasn’t perfectly adept. You couldn’t use it to pick up a pen off of the table or anything like that, but a shirt from the floor you’d managed – something where you could poke the tip through a hole and sort of hook it up.
Certainly, it was dextrous enough for you to curl it around, to bring it up against the underside of Angus’ chin, pushing lightly upward. Not with enough strength to force him, not nearly – you doubted that you could manage that much force with it, and certainly wouldn’t want to, but just enough to encourage him. Enough to suggest.
A suggestion he took earnestly, squeezing your cheeks as his tongue went to your ass instead, to warm it up for what was next. Not that it needed particularly much – as Geraldo’d pointed out, it had seen use during the play, and you’d made sure it was well prepared for all of that. Along with which, Geraldo looked to be slimmer than Erris in that aspect at least.
Geraldo nodded with an enthusiastic-sounding wheeze. “Guide me in prayer please, Priestess?”
You giggled softly, nipping at his ear as you gave him another stroke. “Alright. Repeat after me, then, okay? Dear Bellerrel, Goddess of Love and Passion and Hope…”
“Dear Bellerrel, Goddess of Love and Passion and Hope,” Geraldo repeated, just as he was told.
“-kindly hear my prayer- fuck-” a swear interrupted you as Angus slipped a finger into your pussy, and his face shifted against the underside of your tail as he kept licking, and the combination left you weak-kneed in the best way.
“Kindly hear my prayer fuck,” Geraldo repeated with a soft chuckle.
“-and grant my desires,” you moaned softly into his ear, “that I might fuck your faithful follower in her ass.” You felt him twitch in your hand, giggling softly – it was something people liked sometimes, the explicit language. The dirty talk. Some liked to say it, some liked to hear it. You liked both well enough, which was to say you were happy when they cropped up but wouldn’t go out of your way to push it in either direction.
Geraldo certainly seemed to do it, which suggested he liked doing it, and the way he reacted to hearing you suggested that he quite liked hearing it as well.
“Grant my desire!” His words sounded more like a plea than a prayer. “That I fuck your follower in her beautiful perfect ass, please.”
With a gasp, you pushed yourself back away from him, wide-eyed as if in shock. You tipped your head to the side, looking off and away, frowning softly. “Geraldo. Did you hear that?”
Panting lightly, he shook his head softly. “Hear- hear what? I hear, hmm-” he tipped his head to the side, “I hear- I hear my blood in my ear,” he wheezed a laugh, “and nothing else.”
With a grin, you chuckled. “I think I heard your prayer gettin’ granted.”
Then you dipped down to give him another quick lick and a suck, partly to make sure he was still plenty hard, which he was. Partly to make sure he was going to be plenty wet, slick to slide in more easily, which he was.
Partly just because you liked sucking dick, and there was nothing wrong with that. A lot of your friends liked it too, in multiple directions.
You turned around and pulled Angus up to his feet, sucking on his collarbone for a second before groaning into his ear, “your turn. Please?”
With a shiver and a squeak of a noise out of his throat, Angus nodded, and then grabbed you by the horns. He pulled your head swiftly downward and onto his cock, leaving you to grab onto his hips to support your weight – he was thicker, one of the thickest you’d had and filled your mouth more than Geraldo had, and you moaned around him.
Shaky hands sought your hips, guiding you backward and slowly downward, and as Angus started to slowly slide your head back and forth along himself, you felt Geraldo pressing up against the underside of your tail, between your cheeks, and slowly start to slide his way in.
Given his choice of life partner, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he was good at it – that he knew not to go too quickly, giving breaks and pauses that were far more generous than you needed, by far, but it meant you felt nothing but pleasure as he slowly filled you more and more until the underside of your tail rested flat against his belly, giving you a slight shiver from the warmth on your sensitive skin there.
“That looks- fucking fantastic,” Angus spat the words, punctuating them with a twitch of his hips, pushing deeper into your mouth, but not too deep; you could feel him restraining himself, could feel a tension in his arms as he grasped your horns – the way they shivered slightly, that he wanted to be as deep as he possibly could.
“Feel even better than it look, I think,” Geraldo groaned, squeezing at your cheeks and holding you in place as you tried to lift your hips to ride him a little. “No, no no dear, not yet, I- you are very sexy, I love, but is making me very close.”
You pushed on Angus’ hips, levering your head back and away from him enough to speak. “Th-think that means you should-” you cast your eyes up to see his burning back down at you, and it made your gut wriggle a little, made your hips want to wiggle back against Geraldo’s.
“I think you should get in me too.” You met his eyes solidly. “Please?”
With a nod, he pushed your head back and upright, following it forward – kissing you as soon as he could, his tongue wrestling with yours as you spread your knees to give him access. Geraldo’s hands wrapped around to the front of you, stroking at your belly and rising to squeeze at your chest, fondling and pinching lightly at your firm nipples as you took Angus’ shaft in hand and guided him into you.
Your eyes wanted to roll back in your head as he started to enter you, thick and hot and firm, so you let them – let your eyes roll back like they wanted, let your throat groan like it wanted, let your lips form that groan into the long drawn-out word fuck like they wanted, let your hands grasp at Angus’ butt cheeks and squeeze and dig in nails and pull him in deeper to you like they wanted.
Geraldo’s hips twitched, rolled, pushing him slightly deeper in your other hole and cutting off your groan with a gasp.
“Gods I’ve missed having my balls pressed against yours like this,” Angus ducked around your shoulder to kiss his husband deeply when he was fully in, while you bit at his shoulder hard enough that you worried over breaking the skin, but his fingers wrapped tight in your hair and didn’t pull you away – they held your head in, pulled you in tighter against his shoulder, so you bit tighter in turn and made Angus grunt and hiss.
Slowly, he withdrew an inch or two, and just as slowly, pushed back in. His hands grasped at your hair and your back while Geraldo’s caressed and groped at your front, and gradually Angus started to pick up speed and force. You started trying to help, trying to shift and roll your hips – trying to raise and drop yourself back down – but it was an awkward position for that, and before long at all, Angus’ thrusting alone was doing plenty of movement for everyone.
Every time his hips met yours it would knock you back, making you rise up Geraldo’s shaft – and then when Angus withdrew for the next thrust, you’d drop back down, so you were constantly being filled in one way or another, one hole or another, each thrust counting for two, and it was only moments before your fingers were spasming at Angus’ shoulderblades as you moaned out every appropriate name you could think of.
Geraldo squeezed one of your breasts firmly, licking at your back and drawing a particular whine from your mouth as his other hand grabbed your hip and drew you down and back more firmly against him. “Dear Goddess,” he whispered hoarsely, “thank you, amen.”
“That’s good prayers,” you whimpered as his hand left your hip and stretched forward and down, rubbing little circles at your clit as his husband thrust into you firmly, and the shakiness of his hand proved to be added stimulation, extra motions bringing extra pleasure. “Goddess! Fuck – keep prayin’ Geraldo. Fuck I wanna hear you, wanna hear you say her name. My name. Angus’ name.”
Geraldo’s breath caught in his throat. “I want this too,” he admitted, his other hand trembling on one of your breasts, “but I think because I want this, I don’t last long.”
You pulled your mouth free of Angus’ for a rough groan, digging nails into his back. “I already had one or two or- I dunno, but you don’t gotta last no longer – fuck, Angus, please, please don’t stop just like that just like that just like YES! Yes, Goddess, Bellerrel, fuck, another now,” you hissed against his shoulder, then pulled his head to yours to hold his eyes from just a few inches away.
“I g-” you shuddered delightfully as Geraldo started to hoarsely call out prayers to Bellerrel from behind you. “Shoulda said it before. But I cain’t have babies on account of this piercin’. It’s magic? So you can- can just-”
“Can bury myself in you,” Angus huffed breathlessly, “press my balls tight against my husband’s, fill you, and shout your name when I do?”
“Please!” The word came out as more of a shout than you necessarily meant it to, but shouts were fair play.
“Goddess Bellerrel, yes please, thank-” Geraldo’s shaky voice reached new levels of trembling, words stretched out and interspersed with long vowels, “Goddess Bellerrel, it feels so good-”
“-so good to be filled by ‘em both, Goddess Bellerrel,” you picked up the prayer from his lips as he rolled his hips, thrusting deeper into you, “so good to be between ‘em. So good to have my heart and my ass and my pussy all filled, Goddess, Bellerrel, thank you-”
“-for bringing us together like this,” Angus practically snarled, thrusting into you furiously and injecting a fresh wave of moans into the words of all three of you, “thank you Bellerrel, for sending a Priestess like this to- find her way into our lives, and into our hearts and our bed- or her couch, either way,” he huffed a laugh and then grunted, “and thank fuck for giving her such a tight pussy, Goddess, I’m gonna be making my tithe any second, yes-”
“Angus!” Geraldo cried weakly from behind you. “Fuck her harder into me, yes, good! Iolanda! Goddess good!”
“Yes good,” you agreed with a groan, clutching at Angus’ back. “Bellerrel, yes! Angus – Geraldo!”
“Geraldo,” Angus moaned, “Bellerrel, Iolanda- fuck!”
Angus thrust erratically a few times and then buried himself deep into you, stifling a sharp sound against your shoulder as Geraldo let out a wheezy cry behind you, and you could feel them both releasing inside of you while your whole body trembled with the same, every muscle of you shaking and shivering until you were left feeling weak, twitching and whimpering softly, both of them buried deep.
Angus brushed hair from your forehead, stuck there by sweat, panting heavily, and kissed you. “That-” he cut off into heavy breaths for a few long moments, then chuckled softly. “Thank you.”
“Think I earned me a lot of favours with my Lady there,” you groaned, your eyes closed and head tipped sharply backward. “S-stay in me for a minute. I don’t wanna move, for starters, and- an- I like feeling close too.”
Angus leaned forward at the mention, pressing his body more wholly against yours – wrapping arms around you while Geraldo did the same, the two of them conspiring to wrap you up in a huge four-armed hug and a rough shiver wracked you as a small whimper born of an aftershock leapt from your lips.
“I die very happy,” Geraldo muttered against your back.
“Eventually,” Angus stressed.
“Eventually, I try,” Geraldo groaned, “but no promise. I only promise right now, I am happy man. I will die happy man. This, I promise.”
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