I felt so awkward writing this... .

#sucksatwritinglemons

my first published lemon

enjoy I guess...

"Alrighty then," Worick said. He reached out to Kei with both arms, and, after she hesitated and nodded her permission, picked her up. Cradling her body like that of a doll (and she was very doll-like; with her porcelain skin and big brown eyes, she could have been the abandoned, life-sized toy of a rich little girl.), he carried her to the tiny cot - the Benriya had long since given up on avoiding the dirtiness in the room - and promptly sat down with a heavy thump (which he immediately regretted, due to the fact that the cot was hard as a brick and just as painful.).

"Now," He started softly. He raised his hands to her face, and Kei blinked. Nic came to sit beside Worick. "Nic, take her." Nic repeated Kei's blinking episode.

"Hngh?" He grunted in surprise. Worick rolled his eyes.

"She's going to be your first time, you idiot. Now, take her." Obligating, Nic slowly brought both arms round her tiny waist - she was so thin, unhealthily so - and easily pulled her into his lap, grumbling about something or other. Kei looked up at him with pretty doe eyes, and smiled a little. After he sucked in a breath, he nodded in reply.

"Mm."

"Okay. Nic, kiss her - just do it gently, mind your brute strength, ya know - and I'll - uh - I'll just sit here," Worick explained, patting his spot on the bed.

Awkwardly, Nic echoed Worick's action of bringing his hands to the girl's face, and paused. Kei still looked confused, but in an adorable, pouty sort of way. She was even cuter up close, he thought. Brushing his right thumb across her cheek, Nic leaned in.

"What - mph." Kei started, but soon melted into the gesture. She was too little to understand what feelings were arising at the moment - it was pleasure - but clung to Nic nonetheless. The normally blunt and stoic ½ Benriya seemed to be quietly enjoying himself; he had already gotten his tongue into her little mouth and was eagerly exploring his newfound territory.

"Why, you're a natural, partner," Worick chuckled. Ignoring his friend, Nic kept going, moving his hand to the back of Kei's head to bring her closer, and the other was pressed into the small of her back. Impulsively, Kei shifted a bit, and Nic growled into the kiss when he felt her ass wriggling against his crotch. Worick sucked in some air; when he had volunteered for Nic to do the honors, he hadn't expected the make-out session to be so… steamy. Kei's cheeks were flushed pink and she had tangled her tiny fingers into Nic's black hair; the said Twilight was rubbing her side, not on purpose, but out of instinct. "Hey, that's enough. Hold it!" He practically had to wrench Nic away from the poor, panting girl. Both were extremely out of breath.

"That was… " Kei struggled for a word. " … unexpected."

(Miss Ace Vocabulary right here, folks.)

"It was," Worick agreed hastily, ignoring the glares that his disgruntled partner was giving him. "But we haven't even gotten to the best part yet. My turn!" He yanked her into his own lap. "Mind if I take over" Without waiting for an answer, he drew her dirty white frock up and over her head. Startled, Kei yelped and covered herself. Nic nearly fell off the bed, before righting himself and furiously signing to Worick how the gigolo should have warned him beforehand. "Ahaha, sorry, sorry," Worick laughed, waving his friend off. "Didn't think you would mind." Nic huffed. He did mind, very much.

Gently taking her hands in his, Worick gave Kei a reassuring smile. "It's fine, Kei-chan. This is all part of a good ol' fuck!" She winced when he said the last word, but lowered her arms, embarrassed. "And by the way, Kei-chan," Worick leaned in, whispering. As a young man - especially as a young man - he was just as handsome as he would be in the future, and Kei blushed. "You're pretty cute, almost cuter than some of the adult women I've seen," He breathed into her ear, biting on the shell of it. Almost entirely unfazed, she squealed and gave him an eager, hopeful look, startling the gigolo. He wasn't used to reactions like that.

"Really? No lie?" Worick chuckled at her excitement.

"Nope. No lie." Kei clapped her hands together childishly, beaming.

"Yay!" Worick grinned, and decided to prove what he had said by burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Um, Worick onii-san, what are you - ah." She whimpered when he started to suckle on one of her bruises - it hurt a little, but in a way, it was … nice.

"Fwehh … Worick onii-san … " Worick was really enjoying this; her neck was so soft - so incredibly sweet, to his surprise - so much better than the rugged, moaning-mess-of women who he pleasured so frequently. This was a reward for all those times they dominated; he was in control now. And not to mention, he thought lewdly, as he peppered her adorable face and collar with butterfly kisses, I have this incredibly perfect little thing in front of me,

he grinned at her face, scrunched in contentment.

Worick sucked at the skin till it was red and tender, nibbling with his teeth and stroking with his tongue, making her cry out with each mark delivered. Sliding his hands - not as calloused as they would be in a decade or two - up and down her sides tantalizingly for a few moments, he moved to cup her tiny, pert breasts.

"Why, you're teacup-sized!" Worick exclaimed, admiring the pink buds that stood at attention when he tugged at them.

"I-is that a good thing?" Kei mumbled, closing her eyes as he groped the soft mounds - he moved her so that she was sitting with her back to his chest, her legs open and thrown over his thighs, facing Nic, who was having trouble concealing a nosebleed - a nosebleed.

(Nicolas Brown had a fucking perverted nosebleed because of a seven-year old.)

"Definitely," Nic answered for his friend, covering his nose with one hand. Kei managed a dopey grin.

"Wow, Kei-chan…" Worick breathed, spreading the lips of her hairless pussy wide, exposing her quivering pink tunnel to the highly aroused Nicolas. "You're so wet!"

"Eh?" She was having trouble comprehending his speech as his fingers brushing over her throbbing clit, and could only focus on the pressure building somewhere in her lower region.

"Nothing," Worick replied, and passed her to Nicolas again, who didn't say anything but helped himself into making a meal out of her sex. Placing a soft kiss between her thighs, he happily started his taste test.

"Nico onii-san!" Kei was winking in and out of consciousness now; his sideburns-to-be were warming up her legs, and with each dart of his tongue she felt like she was melting, mewling with every lick. Briefly, Worick wondered who would be better at the job if Nic had signed up to be a gigolo like him.

Nic thought it was one of the best things that he had every tasted; softer than an ice cream cone - a rare delicacy for Twilights - and just as sweet. Her scent was light and flowery, and he hummed with his tongue fully encased in folds of pink flesh, his erection growing with every unabashed moan she rewarded him with.

Kei let out a cry when she felt her lower body explode into tantalizing heat; white goo poured into Nic's mouth, which he swallowed and wiped off his chin. His gaze was… dark. Full of lust and want. Almost feral.

Desire.

"Uuu… " She couldn't manage an audible response, but the Benriya understood her meaning anyways.

"Don't get tired now, Kei-chan! There's one last thing to do!" Worick exclaimed, both he and Nic unzipped their pants and coaxed cocks - their enormous cocks - out, pre-cum already visible and dripping from the tips. Both rods sprung and slapped heavily against their abdomens.

"Wh-whehh… " Kei said, wrapping her arms around Nic's neck when he sat her over him again.

"Don't ask, just concentrate on me. Okay?" Worick beckoned for her to look at him as Nic positioned himself. "Now!"

"Wha - UWAH!" She cried out as Nic suddenly entered with a loud squelch. Kei let out hiccupy gasps as she was stretched, split, and her delicate hymen torn to shreds. Hugging her to him, Nic kissed the tears off of her face, before starting to thrust slowly and steadily, his face pinched in concentration and pleasure. Kei cried for a few more seconds - he was so big, she could feel every twitch, every throb his cock made - before loosening up and clinging to him for dear life, her cuticles scratching long lines across his back. Nic's libido increased in a flash, his ministrations increasing in pace, and he leaned in for a quick kiss before his head snapped to the side and Worick, uncharacteristically impatient and horny, shoved his own pulsating member into the poor girl's mouth.

"Mmph!" Kei's whimper was muffled by his rod, but she learned to enjoy the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat and was soon delivering the best head Worick had ever received.

"Ahh," Worick groaned, watching through lidded eyes the lips stretched around him and feeling the teeth graze his most sensitive spots. He threw his head back when Kei instinctively raised a hand to stroke at his testicles, and keeping the other clutching at Nic's hair, the said Twilight enjoying the free blowjob show. He hesitated before sticking his thumb into her mouth as well, pulling her cheek aside to make room, and she sucked compellingly, to his delight.

The slap of skin against skin and sultry moans rose in volume, and before long all three were crying out and jerking their bodies with their climaxes. The tiny bed squeaked in protest when they collapsed in a pile - Kei in the middle, Worick and Nic on her right and left, respectively - and the boys pulled their pants back on, clumsily helping Kei with putting on her semen-stained dress.

"I smell," She whined, sniffing her skirt in disdain. Worick chuckled.

"You're fine. We have to do this for a month straight, you know. Better get used to it."

"A month?!" Kei bolted upright with wide eyes, then remembered her numbs legs and cramping back and promptly flopped down again. "Oh, ugh… " She groaned, putting a hand to her forehead. Nic cracked a small smirk.

"Y-ou-'ll 'ave t-o de-al 'ith us 'til the-en," He teased, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and back. Kei ignored him but snuggled into his chest, and Worick slung his own arm around her waist, scooching closer.

"For now, let's just sle-" Worick began, but he realized the other two were already fast asleep, conked out from all that activity. He smiled a tired smile and closed his eyes, breathing in the stranggly sweet scent of Kei's hair - did they let her take baths? - and whispered drowsily

"Sweet dreams."