Today’s prompt selection was: Threesome, Nipple clamps, Alien abduction. Going with threesome, which left me with… oh, dozens of options, so many options. It was tempting to revisit one of yesterday’s characters – Avvyurik – from another character’s viewpoint, and with the addition of a third of course, but I went for this one instead.
Erris is a demon-kin, a tiefling if you play 5e; a humanoid who has some demonic or hellish heritage, resulting in his case in gray skin, leathery wings, a tail, small black horns at his forehead, and pure black eyes. Other than that he’s a pretty tall and lanky snarky gay stoner standing about 6’2″, in his thirties.
Jenny and Bellick are goblins of very different backgrounds: Jenny was born in a hive in the wilderness, growing up only around goblins, and as a natural mage made a magical hat which increased her intellect to incredible extents. She became the leader of her people, but abandoned her ambitions upon realizing they were happier and more fulfilled in their lives than they would be joining her; she left, and has some nostalgia about home. Scarred due to her rougher life and carrying a good deal of indications from her upbringing, Jenny is about 4’1″-4’2″, fairly tall for a goblin, and only knows her age in goblin years (but is about 25, and a great-grandmother at that).
Bellick was raised in a metropolitan city, Labsallidas, by the Head Librarian of the University; he grew up devouring books not literally but metaphorically (and occasionally literally), and knew nothing of goblin culture save for what he had read in studies until meeting Jenny, the first of his kin he had ever spoken to. He’s on the shorter side for a goblin at about 3’9″, and is determined to one day become Head Librarian himself. He’s about 30.
They fuck.
It’s an M/M/F threesome scene and because I’m not a coward, there’s a lot of sharing: let me be clear, this is not two dudes double-teaming a chick (not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’ve written it too!) just for clarity. Everybody gets some dick and everybody is happy about it. Jenny in particular likes things a bit rougher so that plays in too. There is some mentions of accidental magical self-harm. Oral, vaginal, anal sex, plenty of swearing.
There’s also, quite frankly, a tremendous amount of banter. I’m not sorry at all. This makes me grin to read.
So, if that sounds like fun to you, by all means continue to read! If not, or if you start not liking it, maybe stop – but at the very least, you take your fate into your own hands. (Feel free to take other things into your own hands too if you like XD)
This story is set in Arellan, a fantasy world.
After the break is spicy things, and three people having sex together. This is the final warning and/or foreplay.
“-really don’t know that that’s the most applicable-” Bellick was gesturing, a soft frown on his lips, but Erris cut him off with a grin.
“Hey, you two wanna go get a closer look at them?” He raised an eyebrow, giving his wings a flap. “Along with other various anatomy?”
“Unsure of what else would be visible that helps in flight unless we’re planning on doing a vivisection and you have a flight bladder,” Jenny murmured, stroking at her chin curiously. “Although… do you happen to know if you do?”
“I do not even know what that is,” Erris shook his head, straightening up and turning around. “But I wasn’t necessarily just talking about flight-related anatomy.”
“The penis,” Bellick suggested with a nod, addressing the words entirely to Jenny. “It is, apparently, good.”
“As judged by a person whose threshold for such things is entirely unestablished,” Jenny countered in a weary-sounding sigh, her eyes sliding closed, “who is entirely un-vetted and unreviewed-”
“-so then let us establish the veracity of these claims for ourselves,” Bellick insisted with a vehement nod.
“Well, clearly,” Jenny groaned, grabbing at Bellick’s vest with one hand and at Erris’ shirt with the other. “I mean, honestly. Do you hear him, Erris? The most laughable presumptions at times.”
“Seems like a solid train of logic to me,” Erris smirked as Jenny pulled them all toward the heavy curtain.
She shot a look over her shoulder to him, with a smirk. “Not the only solid thing I’m looking forward to.”
Erris snickered, turning to flash Bellick a grin. “The penis,” he nodded.
At the same time, Bellick said the exact same. “The penis.” Then he tipped his head to the side. “Or penises, I suppose. Penii? I’m uncertain of the correct plural.”
“Adopt an informal nomenclature and call them cocks,” Jenny half-growled her suggestion, “and then, after you’ve called them that? Give them to me.”
“And me,” Erris added, “please.”
“M-myself as well,” Bellick stammered, lightly squeaking as he did.
“You both may be hard-pressed to attain multiple,” Jenny pointed out in a mumble, and Erris laughed.
The other room seemed largely deserted, with some sound suggesting people in one or two of the semi-separated little spaces. Seemingly undertaking softer activities, though. Erris had grown slightly used to the room having a constant background hum of moans, creaks and squeaks of beds or other furniture shifting, gasps and shouts and sounds of skin on skin whether from wrestling or sex or whatever else.
It wouldn’t be long before that chorus returned, though.
Jenny pulled them both into one of the smaller spaces, one with a bed and a side table, a chair, and somebody’s thoughtful addition of a soft-looking short section of rope lashed around the bedframe at the top.
“I was- hoping for this from the first moment I saw you,” Bellick admitted softly, lightly laughing his own words as Jenny released her grip on them and Bellick turned immediately toward Erris, jumping up into his arms.
Erris took his weight easily, not exactly light but certainly light for a person, given that Bellick was a person of a bit under four feet tall, and Erris held him close for a moment’s frantic and passionate kissing before dropping Bellick back onto the bed.
“It may have taken a moment or two for the idea to occur to me,” Jenny mumbled, sounding almost disappointed or maybe frustrated by the concept, and Erris couldn’t help but chuckle as she pulled at his belt. Firmly, yanked on it hard enough to make him stumble as she growled in clear frustration and Erris laughed.
“Seem to’ve come around to it pretty thoroughly though,” he chuckled, the sound sinking into a warm sigh as Bellick’s hand joined Jenny’s and seemed more practiced with belts, and quickly and easily freed it, releasing the buttons just as smoothly.
Erris’ pants, though, as Jenny tugged at them, stayed up. Caught around his tail in the back, he could feel it being tugged on, and Jenny looked up to him sharply from about chest height. “Tail,” Erris muttered swiftly before turning his head off to the side to meet Bellick’s mouth there, moaning into it as he reached behind himself and undid the buttons there.
As soon as they were released, his pants and belt fell to the ground with a clatter, and Erris heard a gasp as Bellick’s long tongue twirled around his, and then a few seconds’ silence.
“Well, that will be a new record,” Jenny murmured thoughtfully, and Erris muffled a noise into Bellick’s mouth as he felt one of her hands wrap around his shaft, and then a much louder one as her mouth followed suit.
Erris pulled his mouth free of Bellick. “Fuck, Jenny-” he cut off into an involuntary groan as Jenny pushed deeper, and he glanced down to see her mouth open very wide, nearly doubling the height of her head. He gasped as she pushed deeper and he felt his dick hit the back of her throat and then slide easily into it, seemingly a larger passage than many other species might’ve had; Jenny took it easily too, without any hint of gagging at all, and Erris let out a loud moan.
“Godsdamn it’s like you’ve got a pussy at the back of your mouth, what the- fuck-” he barked a laugh, his hands tugging at the buttons of Bellick’s vest as he ducked his head in to suck at the other man’s neck.
“P-perhaps due to goblin eating habits,” Bellick explained breathlessly, “but yes I’ve noticed this as well, the esophageal tracts of other species – though larger in body planform, paradoxically, seemed smaller, tighter, and to be composed of firmer flesh as well. I was unsure of whether it was general or specific.”
“I mean it definitely feels pretty tight and firm,” Erris murmured quickly, dropping a hand to Jenny’s head to catch her hair, encouraging her to slow her fervent motions. “S-slow down there hey, please, I- I don’t want to lose it just yet!”
She made a noise, or a series of them; a pleased one at first when Erris’ fingers caught her hair, and then a slightly confused one, and another small but rough groan ripped out of Erris’ throat as Jenny twisted and shifted to look up at him without withdrawing, raising an eyebrow, but then seeming to answer her own question as she let out a hum of comprehension and pulled away.
“Right. I must admit, I am still unpracticed at non-goblinoid refractory periods,” Jenny explained, taking a step back and grabbing at her dress as if to remove it.
“Aww, I wanted to do that,” Erris pouted, and Jenny let out a laugh and then relented, turning her attention to Bellick instead, and Erris did the same, stripping the man’s vest free and tossing it to the floor. “Okay so- my turn to be unpracticed, I suppose. What’s a goblin refractory period like?”
“Goblinoid sexual emissions are usually enabled over a period of time ranging from a few minutes up to perhaps twenty or so, rather than one simple emission, only after which point does the refractory period begin,” Bellick explained, undoing Erris’ shirt at the same time in a cutely businesslike fashion.
“Uh,” Erris started, and Jenny chuckled as she tugged Bellick’s pants down.
“I’d imagine with the amount of blood he’s sacrificed to other appendages, his brain is surely hampered,” she murmured appreciatively, then flashed a crooked-toothed grin up to Erris.
“Always happy to impress,” he chuckled back, trying to pull the words apart in his head and make them make sense. “So, wait, you mean…” he raised an eye to Bellick. “You mean you can come multiple times in the span of a few minutes before going soft?”
“Precisely,” Bellick nodded firmly.
“Godsfuckingdammit,” Erris groaned a sigh, “that sounds fucking fantastic. Can I get that? Like- shit, everyone else has cooler shit than me! Orcs can just come forever, goblins get that shit-”
“Don’t you have wings?” Jenny interjected.
“Well, yeah, but-” Erris started, then dipped his head with a rough sigh. “Alright fine, the wings are pretty damn cool, but still. You know how hard I’ve had to train to just have like, a small chance of being able to go again right after?”
“So there is a chance…” Jenny’s voice was thoughtful, and Erris’ eyes flicked down to see hers directed fixedly and curiously at his crotch.
Bellick cleared his throat. “Jenny, I will be quite unimpressed if I’m robbed the chance to partake myself, due to your overzealousness-”
“As if my overzealousness has been cause for complaint in any other instance,” she countered sharply, swiftly, making Bellick splutter.
“A-as a matter of fact it has been objectionable in numerous instances,” he stammered, “such as for instance- ah!”
Erris let out a laugh as Jenny used her overzealousness to arguably win the debate, or at the very least interrupt the counterpoint as she grabbed at Bellick’s hips and buried him in her mouth and throat in an instant.
“Zeal’s not always such a bad thing, is it?” Erris murmured the question against Bellick’s neck, kissing, licking, and nipping at his neck, his jaw. “In fact, I think I might go join her.”
Erris dropped to a crouch, setting his mouth to Jenny’s neck instead, licking at her throat and letting out a chuckled groan as he could feel it shifting to accommodate Bellick’s dick. “That’s very fucking hot,” he murmured in her ear.
Jenny let out a groan of her own, grabbing at the front of Erris’ open shirt and pulling her mouth free of Bellick to latch onto Erris’ mouth instead, her tongue writhing in his mouth for a second before she withdrew. “Ears, very good,” she hissed. “Whispers, licking. Biting. Hard.” She shivered, her eyes sliding shut for a second before fixing on Erris’ again. “And let me know as soon as you’ve calmed down some. I want more of you.”
Erris nodded firmly, grabbing a handful of Jenny’s blue-black hair to kiss her deeply again, and noting the growled noise at the back of her throat as he clutched a little tighter; the way it shifted as he twisted, gently at first and then firmer, and firmer, and it was clear that Jenny liked the sharper side of things. Liked a little bit of pain mixed in with her pleasure, or maybe more than just a little bit.
With that in mind, as she returned her mouth to Bellick, Erris leaned in to her ear and licked a long, slow line along it, from the base to the tip. The tip of his tongue easily detected numerous scars but they weren’t upsetting in the slightest; Erris just used them as an indicator, knowing from personal experience that scar tissue could be less sensitive than other skin, and when his tongue found a patch of relatively undisturbed skin, he took it between his teeth and bit down.
Moderately, at first, and Jenny issued a low groan that was echoed a second later by Bellick. Erris looked up toward him with a grin, meeting his gaze and holding it as he bit down harder against Jenny’s ear, making her sounds shift and increase, and then harder still, sharpening her groan to a soft muffled squeal.
“I want to taste him,” Erris huffed into Jenny’s ear. “I want to feel him in my throat.”
She withdrew in a moment, turning to give Erris a brief, frantic, deep, nearly gnashing kiss before pushing his head in toward Bellick, and Erris gladly followed her direction. He spared a brief, appreciative glance and stroke for the other man’s firm cock, which would’ve been a good size on anyone. Erris had definitely seen smaller ones on people at least half again taller than Bellick.
He wrapped his lips around it and sucked Bellick into his mouth, smoothly all the way, looking up to meet Bellick’s eyes as the tip of his dick pushed into the back of Erris’ throat. The way Bellick’s face shifted and sharpened sent a little thrill down Erris’ spine which was only redoubled by the flesh pressing into his throat; it felt good, thoroughly satisfying to have someone that deep, and Erris gripped at Bellick’s hips and used the leverage to force Bellick’s dick to push harder into the back of his throat.
“M-mm-” Bellick gasped. “V-very different certainly, v- yes, yes Erris!”
Erris groaned as Jenny’s tongue lashed at his ear, long and pointed and capable in ways that many weren’t, and he grabbed her by one of her long ears and tugged it. She yelped, a shocked but sharply satisfied sound that trailed into a soft giggle as one of her hands stroked at Erris’ chest, and seemingly two more tugged at the buttons that held the shirt around his wings, even though at his count she only had two total.
It didn’t take more than a moment for her to get his shirt off, as Erris sucked and licked at Bellick’s delicious cock, and then she dropped down to kiss and lick at his chest, his nipples, his belly, all of which made him groan around his mouthful. He dropped one hand to her head, clenching a fistful of hair and shivering at the way it made her moan, and then pushed her head down because she’d said to let her know when she could have more but Erris really didn’t want to use his mouth for anything else at the moment.
Jenny’s tongue wrapped entirely around his cock, stroking at it in an impressive display of capability and dexterity before she took the whole thing into her mouth and Erris shouted a loud moan into his own mouthful, pulling Jenny’s head in firmly by her hair to bury himself a few inches down her throat before pulling her free and standing up.
He lifted Jenny to her feet easily, right up onto the bed, and she was taller than him standing on it. It put him at about chest height, which with Jenny’s ample chest wasn’t unwelcome at all, and Erris briefly buried his face in her cleavage with a sigh. “Mmm, Bellick, gimme a hand undressing her, would you?”
“Of course,” he agreed readily, stepping behind Jenny, and she tipped her head to the side with a sigh and then a sharp shout of lust as Erris saw a brief flash of teeth, Bellick biting the back of Jenny’s neck.
Erris’ hands stroked down the sides of Jenny’s body, tracing her curves down to her ankles where they reversed course, but as they rose up her calves and her thighs, they did so underneath her dress. Sliding his palms along her skin and grinning at the way she sighed as he did, while Bellick undid her bra and continued to nibble and nip at the back of her neck.
The dress came off easily, dropping unminded off to the side as they all devoted their hands instead for a moment to skin instead of clothes, caressing and stroking and squeezing; Erris’ fingers interlaced with Bellick’s over one of Jenny’s breasts, squeezing at it, while the other hand reached around to grab at her butt. It brushed up against Bellick as it did, and Erris took the opportunity to reach for him instead, stroking at his hard cock as he sucked on one of Jenny’s nipples.
One of more than the normal number, as well, given that each breast seemed to have four of them arranged in a gentle arc. Erris sucked on each one in a line, giving them testing flicks with his tongue as Jenny hissed between her teeth and grasped a fistful of his hair. Remembering her leanings, he set his teeth to one and, when she groaned softly, gave it a nip which caused her to let out a shout which dissolved into a satisfied laugh of a moan.
Erris kissed his way down her belly, tugging her panties off in an easy motion and tossing them aside and spending no more time on anticipatory moves before plunging his tongue between her legs. She gasped, the sound suddenly muffled halfway through, and standing wasn’t the easiest position to eat somebody out in but Erris had plenty of experience.
As Jenny spread her knees, though, and Erris’ own began to complain from their half-hunched posture, it wasn’t his experience that aided him but an idea, inspired by the relative lightness of the other two, surely only in the double digits as far as weight went.
Erris slipped his arms forward behind Jenny’s calves and lifted her, easily, right up onto his shoulders; her legs wrapped around his head immediately and she let out a loud groan as he buried his tongue in her, flicking and licking at her clit.
“Yes- yes, Erris, your tongue-” Jenny grabbed at his hair, groaning, her groan shifting into an outright shout as Erris clutched at her butt and dug his nails sharply in. Jenny spat out a string of words in another language as Erris reached his other hand up her back, grabbing her hair to pull her head sharply backward and shivering at the way it shifted her tone.
He muffled a shout into her as he felt a mouth wrap around his dick; Bellick’s, surely, and he proved to be just as capable as Jenny if seemingly a bit less practiced. Not less enthusiastic, though, or at least not by much as he pushed his head deep and Erris felt the tip of his dick surrounded tightly by Bellick’s throat.
Coupled with Jenny’s lustful shouts and the taste of her, her thighs clenching spasmodically on either side of his head, Erris had to take a second to pull himself back from the brink, away from his desire to just unleash down Bellick’s throat.
After all, he had more than one desire.
Gasping, Erris lifted Jenny off of his shoulders and set her down on the bed where she dropped immediately onto her back, knees shivering. He encouraged Bellick up and kissed him deeply, groaning aloud at the lingering tastes of himself which he often liked tasting on a partner’s lips, or really any part of their body.
Erris’ eyes darted over to the side table, which – like most of them did – had a few things on it, including a jar of lubricant and a small basket with several condoms. “You want one?” Erris directed the question to Bellick as he reached over to grab one for himself.
“Don’t bother,” Jenny sighed, waving a hand as her other one grabbed at Bellick. “Goblin fertility rates are astronomical. Any prophylactic is bound to fail, any measure with less than total efficacy rendered practically useless.”
Erris nodded, humming as his hand continued on a similar path, simply redirected slightly to the jar of lube instead, because there were plenty of options after all, some of which held no chance of pregnancy instead of little.
Jenny, though, it seemed, wasn’t quite finished with her explanation. “That’s why I’ve transmuted my ovarian sacs into marbles, and put them in my purse.”
Slowly, Erris came to a halt, freezing with his hand outstretched. He felt his face slowly twist into a look of confusion and turned, looking to Jenny curiously; Bellick was gripping both of her ears tightly, his lips pulled far back from his sharp teeth as he made soft mewling noises and fucked Jenny’s throat.
“You don’t have a purse,” Erris pointed out, glancing over to Jenny’s discarded dress. “Or- sorry that’s not the odd part, maybe you just have it tucked under a chair somewhere, I- sorry what? You transmuted-”
Jenny placed a hand on Bellick’s stomach, pushing herself free and turning to Erris with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, I transmuted my ovarian sacs. Without them, I can’t possibly have children. Quite handy.”
“Even if it took a few failed efforts in the first place,” Bellick muttered.
Jenny’s eyes narrowed as her head snapped over sharply toward him. “Excuse you. Failed? I did no such thing. As I believe you’ll accurately recall, I quite successfully transmuted several other organs first. My only failure was in proper identification.”
“All four lungs.” Bellick’s eyes flicked briefly to Erris, as his lips twisted into a gentle, potentially concerned frown. “All four lungs, first. That one was easy to determine because she couldn’t breathe, but after that she got her kidneys and that one was harder to tell. Wasn’t until her eyes started turning orange that we realized.”
“I hardly even required medical treatment,” Jenny scoffed dismissively with a wave of her hand. “Progress requires setbacks. The important part is that I eventually correctly identified the arcane resonance required for transmutation of the ovarian sacs, and now they’re in my purse until I decide I want children.”
She nodded, a fierce look on her face as if daring Bellick to lodge some other counterpoint, but he dipped his head and held up his hands in a gesture of tacit admission. A moment later, Jenny’s eyes flicked to Erris’, and she nodded to him. “The purse is a colloquialism. Goblins have several stomachs, one of which is primarily a fermenting chamber without acid. Given that the modern goblin diet has shifted and this stomach is rarely needed anymore, it’s commonly used for storage of personal items instead.”
Then, with a jerk of her chin and a gentle cough, Jenny spat two marbles out into one of her hands. “There, see? I even adjusted the spell to allow for positive identification. Hold them up to the light.”
Erris took one of the offered glass spheres with half a mind wondering whether he’d ended up smoking some tainted pipeweed again, because the whole thing did feel a bit like an odd trip. As he held the marble up toward the sconce nearby with its dim and gently flickering gas flame, an image seemed to appear deep within the glass.
Impossibly deep within the sphere which was only about the size of a grape, and a small one at that, was what looked like an organ. Erris couldn’t say much beyond that; he wasn’t a butcher or a chef or anyone with anything to do with livestock, but it had the smooth and lumpy look of something that had come out of an animal, albeit unlike any other he’d seen before. It could’ve been a liver or a spleen or anything else, for all he knew, but the more he looked at it, the more he thought it looked like the egg sacs they’d pull out of the fish at the dockside sometimes, some of them worth tremendous amounts.
“That…” Erris murmured, shaking his head with a gentle laugh as he handed the marble back. Marble, or organ, or whatever it was. “That’s weird as hell, Jenny. That’s really fucking weird, but also super cool.”
If it was true. There existed a definite possibility that it wasn’t, but Erris was sure that at the very least Jenny thought it was true, and that Bellick did as well. It didn’t hugely matter to him, either way, because regardless, he was going to stick with things that couldn’t result in a baby.
Although really, it wasn’t having sex in any particular way that led to a baby. It was, more specifically than that, finishing in a certain way, and that was easy enough to avoid. Jenny’s tale of transmutation helped ease any anxieties on the off-chance that he got carried away, just in case.
He did want to, though. Did want to get carried away, looking at the other two sitting on the bed and looking up at him; he wanted to grab Bellick’s head and bury himself in the other man’s throat until he came, wanted to wrap Jenny’s legs around his waist and pump her full of hard cock and of what it would spurt out, wanted to feel Bellick’s hips slapping against his ass as dribbles trickled down the inside of his thigh. Wanted all of them at once, despite the anatomical impossibilities posed, but want didn’t give half a damn about anatomy or about anything else.
Want didn’t give a damn about what could or couldn’t happen, didn’t care that Erris couldn’t possibly stick one appendage into two or three or five different holes at once, didn’t care that he couldn’t fill holes he didn’t have, didn’t care whether something could or should or shouldn’t happen. Want didn’t care about possibility, or about consent, or right and wrong, or anything else.
Maybe that was encouraging. As Erris watched Jenny grab at Bellick’s shoulders roughly, watched her flip him over on top of herself, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him in; as he watched the way she arched her back up from the bedspread and as her rough shout of satisfaction shivered through him from his ears to his core, he thought that it meant Cailluria was probably right.
He knew she probably was anyway, but he’d known it with his head. His mind. He’d trusted in his heart that Iolanda had trusted Cailluria, and that must mean she wasn’t up to anything underhanded. He’d rationalized and recognized and hoped and maybe even believed, but it was a little different to know.
As he watched Jenny’s red-painted claws of fingernails turn in against Bellick’s smooth back, and watched his naturally yellow-whitish ones rake roughly over Jenny’s intriguing scar-studded ribs, he felt like he knew that it was, at least, potentially true, what Cailluria’d said to him from the start.
After all, if want didn’t care that he couldn’t possibly in any fashion whatsoever stick his dick in Jenny’s mouth and Bellick’s at the same time, and in both of their asses and in Jenny’s pussy, and even in his own mouth buried in his own throat and all at the same time, then maybe it wasn’t so bad that he occasionally, for a moment, wanted to lift up the skirt of a random passerby out of curiosity over their undergarments.
If want didn’t care that Erris didn’t even have a pussy to get filled up the way he watched Bellick fill Jenny’s, then maybe it wasn’t that important that he occasionally wanted to grope a stranger even if he didn’t know them, or that he wanted to do things a hundred times more offensive and upsetting, and maybe he should take more comfort in the idea that the thoughts upset him than he took concern in the idea that they occurred to him in the first place.
Maybe.
It settled in him briefly, undecided but at least present; not any certain knowledge through to his core that Cailluria was right but at least the almost epiphanic certainty that she absolutely, genuinely and unreservedly could be, as he watched Bellick’s long tongue trail up Jenny’s throat as her wide eyes and bared crooked teeth reflected the flickering gaslight; as he eyed the alluring curves of Bellick’s sculpted butt, muscles tensing with each thrust into Jenny, Erris thought for a brief second about all the things he wanted and about what it meant overall.
Want was a lot of things, but it wasn’t real.
It was something, though.
Erris slid forward onto the bed smoothly, feeling his wings spread behind himself, and nobody ever thought fully through their bodily movements. When they walked, they didn’t think about how their knee bent, and their hip, and their ankle, of one leg and then the other, all the muscles tensing and relaxing individually. When Erris flew, he didn’t think through the motions of his wings.
He just flew. He walked. It was automatic, autonomic, practiced through dozens or hundreds of repetitions or more, until it was something he didn’t think about at all.
The jar clattered lightly as he set it back down on the table, spreading some of its contents without thought on himself, in a couple of places, and he didn’t think about how his legs and arms and everything else moved specifically to move him to slide forward smoothly onto the bed and lean over Bellick’s body, but he grinned and let out a soft chuckle as Bellick’s bumped against him on the backstroke and leaned down a little further to kiss at the other man’s neck.
“Hey there-” Erris started, purring the words against the back of Bellick’s neck, but didn’t get any further than that before a hand swiping backward caught at his lubed-up dick.
“Please,” Bellick gasped, craning his neck back toward Erris and entreating a bite at his shoulder that Erris gladly gave, a lusty chuckle rumbling deep in his chest at the way the other man gasped.
Jenny twisted briefly, whining for a moment as one of her hands gripped at Bellick’s arm and the other stretched past him to nab a fistful of Erris’ hair, and her eyes burned into his for a second. “Oh fine, him first,” she sighed roughly, “but me next. I was promised two cocks.”
“By yourself,” Bellick pointed out, and Jenny’s lips immediately pulled back into something of a snarl, but it was assuaged by Bellick’s prompt laughter. “A good plan though, I must say myself.”
“Agreed,” Erris purred, “and I think easily attained too, given geometry and all. Although I hope that at least at some point I’ll get to feel Bellick’s impressive shaft between my cheeks, hmm?”
He dipped his head down, pecking a kiss on Bellick’s neck and snickering at the embarrassed-sounding sounds that sputtered out of Bellick’s lips.
“Seems fairest we all trade out everything,” Jenny groaned, driving her shoulders back into the bed.
“Always have liked fair,” Erris sighed, gradually sinking his hips forward as Bellick’s hand (or at least, he was fairly sure it was Bellick’s hand) guided him between Bellick’s firm and muscular cheeks.
He made sure to move slowly, adopting the common tactic of holding still and letting his partner press back toward him, and Bellick did so with ease, groaning as both Jenny and Erris gasped.
“Fuck, Bellick,” Erris moaned as Bellick’s butt pressed firmly back against his hips. “Mm! Godsdamn, champ, way to take it easily!”
“P-previously-” Bellick’s words were interrupted by his own involuntary gasps as his hips twitched and shivered, and Erris felt Jenny thrusting up toward him translated through Bellick’s body back to his own. “Previously- ha- prepared- please- Erris please-”
Erris’ hips pressed firmly against Bellick’s butt, pushing him forward and downward to sink into Jenny, all three of them groaning and moaning as their bodies shifted in unison. At first, Erris continued to feel out bounds; didn’t want to go too hard, too fast. He eased in and out of Bellick smoothly, growling groans at how the other man’s muscular cheeks felt pressed against either side of his shaft, against his hips.
Gradually, slow and gentle subsided, groans giving way to shouts as Erris’ hips slapped against Bellick’s ass. Bellick muffled shouts into Jenny’s mouth or her neck, or let them fly freely to the ceiling at times, rarely words with any particular structure as opposed to simply sounds.
“Fuck him harder into me Erris,” Jenny growled, grabbing at Erris’ arm and tugging; he dropped from his hands to his elbows, clutching nails at her breast with one hand and raking nails down her side with the other which made her arch her back roughly and yowl.
Bellick twisted his head around, catching Erris’ mouth with his and squealing, shivering and shaking as their tongues writhed, and Erris wasn’t sure whether there were actual words as Bellick parted or if it was a wordless implication, but he planted a hand on the small of Bellick’s back and smoothly began to withdraw.
It might’ve been words, because Jenny seemed to be on the same page. There certainly were words, a great deal of them, all along the lines of affirmation. Words like brushstrokes, each one disappearing into the work as a whole where “yes” and “harder” became nothing that could be independently discerned, and rather simply an accent to the larger picture.
Jenny’s hand stroked at Erris’ shaft as Bellick caught her by both ears and bit at her neck, and as she writhed she guided Erris to another hole which he slid smoothly into, and both of them had clearly readied themselves for it beforehand. Erris took that on faith, given the forcefulness of Jenny’s hands and her legs wrapped around Bellick and him both, pulling him in, and so he sank halfway into her in a smooth swift motion that made her throw her head back for a brief but satisfied scream.
He found her mouth over Bellick’s shoulder, as Bellick devoted his to her neck, and Erris laying so firmly overtop of him definitely constrained Bellick’s thrusts but didn’t halt them entirely. For a moment, Jenny’s tongue explored his mouth as Erris pressed deeper into her ass and she nodded firmly, forcefully against his mouth.
With every thrust he pushed deeper, until he had to choose between releasing Jenny’s mouth or pinning Bellick completely immobile, and a growl ripped from his throat because he didn’t want to choose; he wanted both, even if he couldn’t have them, because want didn’t care about any of that.
Want was more than one thing, though.
With a full, throaty sigh, Erris pushed himself more upright and glanced over his shoulder, reaching past Bellick to grab Jenny by the hips as he pulled out of her for a second and dragged them both the foot or two to the edge of the bed. It was a much easier position for him to stand up, crouched slightly to line up with Jenny’s asshole again and press into her again.
“Yes!” Jenny shrieked. “Yes, fuck, ha-” her words were muffled by Bellick’s mouth as, freed, he began to thrust more forcefully into her, and Erris adjusted his own strokes to match the same cadence. Instead of Bellick’s butt striking against his ribs every time Bellick backed out, it stayed pressed against Erris’ midriff as they rocked their hips forward and back in unison as Jenny screamed into Bellick’s mouth and Erris dragged nails down his back, grinning sharply at the loud noises that it drew from Bellick’s chest.
It was all so good, too good, and he had to withdraw with a gasp as he was unable to find a moment’s cause amidst the heated maelstrom, and the others took the opportunity to do the same, breaking apart for a breath and a stretch and to reposition.
Jenny muttered a brief incantation, and Erris felt as if a cool breeze was sweeping over him, simultaneously soothing his taxed muscles and clearing away the sweat. It was similar to Naerwyl’s cleaning magic, but unique at the same time.
“Your turn,” Jenny panted, grinning excitedly at Erris, and with a gesture she conjured up her ghostly hand to stroke at his chin and urge him forward, and he followed with a chuckle, breathing heavily as he crawled up onto the bed and slid forward on his knees toward her.
He let out a heated sigh as Jenny’s legs spread wide and welcomed him in, and as he sank into her pussy; she gasped and pressed a hand against his chest partway in, and he stilled his hips with a gentle groan through his teeth.
“Just need- a second,” Jenny gasped, shivering and kissing him deeply, their tongues lashing against each other for a moment before Jenny pulled away and looked down with a groan as her claws turned in against Erris’ chest and he gasped at the little pinpricks of sensation. “Congratulations, officially the longest cock I’ve ever taken, and by a fair margin too.”
“Not to nitpick but you haven’t taken it yet,” Erris chuckled. “Not all, at least.”
With a growl, Jenny grabbed at his hips and hauled herself up toward him, burying him in an instant deep in tight heat. She wrapped her legs firmly around his waist and Erris barked a noise as her hips shoved hard up against his and she let out a faint breathless gasp right next to his ear.
“Officially… the longest… cock… I’ve ever… taken,” Jenny panted point-blank into his ear, and Erris moaned his approval and agreement as he lowered her down to the bed and went with her, laying his body overtop of hers.
She dragged her claws gently down his back and over his ribs, and Erris pulled halfway out of her with a groan which she echoed, and then slid back in with another one twice as heated.
“And you take it so fucking well Jenny,” Erris moaned into her ear, then bit down on it firmly, which made Jenny buck and briefly thrash.
The bed shifted as Bellick got into position behind him, and Erris felt goosebumps rippling over his arms and along his spine; they redoubled as Bellick’s hands stroked over his skin, starting at shoulders and caressing down over his back to his butt as he slowly rocked his hips against Jenny’s.
Erris reached back, caressing down Bellick’s chest and easily finding his cock, giving it a firm stroke as he chuckled. “Honestly Bellick’s is pretty fuckin’ long, like it’s pretty close,” Erris pointed out.
“Close,” Bellick agreed, “but certainly not quite. Shorter by two or three inches, I should think.”
“Probably more like one or two,” Jenny admitted, “but agreed, Bellick’s is thoroughly satisfying and more than simply adequate, it’s-” she paused for a brief second, with a slightly shivering inhalation, “excellent.”
Erris agreed, not with words but with a rough groan of a sigh as he lined Bellick up and then reach back behind the other man’s hips to pull him in; he caught Jenny’s mouth with his and let his moans come out more freely as Bellick slid in until Erris’ tail was pressed up against his belly.
“Erris-” Bellick groaned.
Erris pulled his mouth free from Jenny’s with a laugh. “Wings and tail make for a decent handle,” he gasped, and then let out a rough lustful laugh as Bellick’s fingers wrapped tightly around both of the offered options, gripping at Erris’ tail with one hand and at one of his wings with the other to deepen and sharpen his thrusts.
Every slap of Bellick’s hips against his ass shunted him forward into Jenny; every shift of his own hips drove Erris deeper into pleasure in one direction or another, each backstroke burying Bellick deeper inside him and each thrust forward grinding his hips against Jenny’s. Her tongue lashed at Erris’ chest and nipples, her claws digging into his ribs; he grabbed sharply at a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back as he pounded forcefully into her and she yowled in lust.
Every motion drew forth further satisfaction. Bellick’s fingers tightened around his wings and his tail, spastically tremoring as Bellick’s heated voice stuttered as much as his hips and Erris swiveled his own back against Bellick, groaning before he bent his neck down sharply and pulled Jenny’s back to fill his mouth with her tongue as he filled her pussy with his cock, stifling her ecstatic scream in his own throat as Bellick, continuing to thrust, came a second time in short order.
Erris felt heat and tension building and warring within himself, satisfaction and desire rising and building off of each other like waves in an ocean or flames in a roaring inferno; Jenny shouted his name, her muscles clenching tight around Erris’ shaft, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Godsdamn pound my fucking ass Bellick, Jenny I wanna come down your throat- fuck-” Erris pushed his shoulders up as he saw her nod sharply, and he shouted as he pulled free of her and spun her bodily around head to toe.
Jenny’s claws dug into his thighs, pulling her down as he shoved her in the same direction, and she reached back further to grab at his ass and pull him down flat overtop of her. His trembling legs barely had the strength to stay upright and took the instruction readily, and Erris let out a high-pitched cry as Jenny’s sharp teeth dug into his belly and his inner thighs but coupled with the way his cock buried in her wide throat it was incredible.
“Fuck yes,” Erris threw his head back, tossing sweat-soaked hair over one shoulder as Bellick took advantage of his stillness to reposition, grab both wings, and hammer into him solidly as Jenny writhed underneath him. Erris stuffed two fingers into her slit, letting out a strained groan as he felt her throat tighten with a cry of ecstasy, and his palm slapped against her clit as he fingered her furiously.
“Godsfuck damnit shit! Jenny, Bellick, fucking YES!” Erris cut off his words in favour of dropping his mouth to Jenny’s leg, biting indiscriminately and very, very hard and feeling her writhe and buck underneath him as his fingers flew in and out of her and his hips ground so hard against her face that he felt one of her teeth nick his skin at least a little, sharp pain providing an edge to the pleasure in a way that honed it like a blade on a whetstone.
Bellick collapsed forward against his back, panting heavily, and Erris forced his hips to rise up from the bed a little bit, letting Jenny pull away with a gasp. Summoning his strength, Erris heaved on her legs to pull her out of the way and then let himself fall against the bed, panting heavily and guiding Jenny’s mouth to his with a handful of her hair.
“And see, this is where I get jealous of Bellick,” Erris chuckled breathlessly, and Jenny snorted a laugh as well.
“Mm, speaking of,” she glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow and then laughing lightly. “Well, he’s spent as well, and several times. A few for each of us, I should think.”
“Lucky bitch,” Erris sighed, twisting to the side and raising an arm, twisting a wing out of the way, and encouraging Bellick to slide around his side to kiss him deeply, groaning roughly as Bellick’s softening cock slid out. “Some time after we get back to Labsallidas, I’m gonna need you to come in my mouth a bunch of times, ‘kay?”
Bellick nodded with a wheezing, giggly laugh, cuddling his head in against Erris’ shoulder as Erris laid his in turn on Jenny’s heaving chest, wrapping an arm behind her back to caress and lightly squeeze at her hip on the other side. Jenny stroked at his head with one hand, and at his arm with the other, and at his back with her third; her ghostly summoned hand, looking like an old leather workman’s glove and feeling like something between a breeze and a physical object somehow. Corporeal, at least enough to be able to grab things and lift them, but at the same time somehow not quite solid.
“Bet a handjob from that thing would be interesting,” Erris suggested with a glance over his shoulder toward it.
Jenny laughed. “Quite a good fallback as far as passing the time goes,” she admitted with a thoughtful murmur before looking down curiously to Erris. “How averse would you be to some experimentation? If you’re interested, I could attempt to distill the goblinoid refractory period into a tonic, or… or maybe a hat.”
“Think a tonic would be easier to drink,” Erris replied with a chuckle, “but I mean- yeah, that’d be cool? It’s… guess it would depend on what the risks are?”
“Difficult to say without experimenting,” Jenny shrugged, “but at a guess, absorption of other traits. Might get green skin, might find your teeth growing, might lose a few inches. Perhaps develop a taste for shoes.”
“I’ve little taste for them so I’m unsure it can be claimed as anything of particular heritage rather than individual nostalgia and upbringing,” Bellick murmured against Erris’ side, stroking at his chest and belly with one hand.
“Oh shush, you wouldn’t know a good shoe from a bad one,” Jenny huffed, crossing her arms as best she was able alongside Erris’ head as he chuckled.
Bellick shrugged. “Somewhat my point, in fact, yes.”
“Something to keep in mind at least,” Erris chuckled, lifting himself up slightly as strength began to return to his arms to kiss Jenny deeply again, and then twist to do the same for Bellick. “For now though, I’ll just be jealous.”
“Well I hardly have any equipment now,” Jenny murmured wryly, smirking as she pulled Bellick in for a kiss as well and then, sighing in satisfaction, gave them all a bit of a magical cleaning before they moved to get dressed once more.
It didn’t take long, especially not with so many helping hands, and with clever minds behind them as well.
“All this talk of shoes has made me hungry,” Jenny muttered as her stomach grumbled, and Bellick flashed her a brief frown.
“I believe they were mentioned once,” he pointed out.
“Yet its effects are clear and pronounced,” Jenny countered with a simple shake of her head and Erris chuckled, grinning and nodding and following them through. He’d just eaten, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want a bit of a snack.
He opted to munch down a quick little sandwich on some kind of pastry instead of bread, downing a cup of punch and refilling it as he grabbed an apple as well, shining it briefly on his shirt. Bellick took a moderately piled plate full of things, while Jenny’s was absolutely stacked.
Seemingly with chicken bones and ribs largely picked clean of meat, bits of chicken skin, gristle, a couple of apple cores, and an orange peel or two.
“Goodness woman, you know you can eat food instead of garbage,” Bellick muttered under his breath, and Jenny laughed.
“Ah, suppose I could, but if I don’t, then who will?” She flashed him a triumphant grin.
“Nobody,” Bellick insisted with a frown. “That is rather the point, I should think. I mean…”
Erris shook his head with a soft chuckle as he stepped away, leaving them to their conversations, their debates; it was a cute insight into their style of relationship, and Erris couldn’t say it was exactly an alien one to him either. He definitely had friends and such who he had more teasing relationships, more sarcastic ones, ones with a little more friction. They could be a lot of fun, certainly.
He glanced around the room, grinning as he saw Gurt and Emmalyne at a table, seemingly entering into a card game with a few others or maybe exiting the game instead, getting into a bit of a debate of their own. He leaned up against the wall, watching for a moment as he liked to do from time to time.
Or, maybe, most of the time.
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