A Night at the Inn

by Cricketsong.1985

Adrian never expected Sypha and Trevor to invite him to join their relationship. After a night at an inn changes everything he's learning that there is more to life than defeating his father. This new mixture of awkwardness and self discovery has him learning to open up for the first time but setbacks along the way meet him at every turn. Threesome. Violence, gore & angst later. M.

26. Part Twenty-Six

A/N: Surprise! You only had to wait a week for this chapter!

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Part Twenty-Six

Adrian was, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world. He hadn't slept so deeply in ages, and consciousness was slow to return to him, coming only a little at a time. The day had crawled by, and the sun was already low in the sky, barely peeking over the treeline. With its descent came the chill of night and the sounds of crickets. He had remained almost eerily still, not noticing when his partners left their warm nest to pee, and later again to make lunch. He had only stirred enough to shift onto his back and throw an arm out to the side, the cold on his bare hand inconsequential.

He was extremely, unimaginably comfortable. He never wanted to get up. He didn't specifically register the conversation taking place beside him, although he subconsciously knew he was close to Sypha and Trevor; they were laying together, pressed to his body and wonderfully warm.

"Fuck that has to hurt, how the hell did it not go down yet?"

"I don't know, Trev. I can't believe he didn't wake up. He must have been so exhausted."

"If I didn't know better I'd think he was dead. You weren't quiet, Syph."

"He's just really deeply asleep. His breathing is very slow. You know he gets like that when he sleeps."

"Sure, but usually he's the first one up at the slightest little noise. How did he sleep through me fucking you like that?"

"I think he's finally let himself relax. It's sweet. Look how his mouth is hanging open; he's drooling on himself, and I've never heard him snore before. He's so cute, Trev."

"That does not look very relaxed. It looks painful. And men can't be cute!"

"Of course you can. Well, he can. You, not so much."

"Hey! I'm… well… yeah, you're right. I'll settle for endearing. But forget that bullshit; he's had a boner for half an hour. We should wake him up."

"Remember that time you kicked him between the legs when you were fighting? He didn't even flinch. Maybe it doesn't hurt?"

There was a derisive snort. "Pshhh that was bullshit. He was acting tough because he was testing me. It hurt, he just didn't want to lose the fight."

"He was never going to lose that fight, Trevor."

"Oh don't start on me, woman. I had him in a draw."

"Suuuure you did. As if he couldn't have done that trick where he disappears and reappears nearby to get out of that. He let you think it was a draw."

"Shut up, Sypha."

Silence settled for a moment, and the lull in talking was the thing which slowly began to pull Adrian from his slumber. He shifted slightly, immediately becoming aware of an intense ache in his testicles and the fact that he was painfully hard. His brows drew together, a grimace appearing on his face. He groaned and his hand went to his groin, wincing at the state of things there. He blinked – his eyes blurry at first – mouth dry from being open for too long. He could feel a wet patch on his shirt where he'd apparently drooled on himself. How elegant.

"I think sleeping beauty is finally going to rejoin the land of the living," came Trevor's gruff observation.

Adrian grunted unintelligibly. He wiped the corner of his mouth and side of his face with the back of his hand, yawning wide and finally clearing the bleariness from his eyes. He was met with the faces of both Trevor and Sypha peering at him from one side. Trevor was stretched leisurely on his back with one hand behind his head, and Sypha was draped over his chest, her head resting on one folded arm, the other trailing little patterns over the hunter's bare pectoral. He stared back at them for a moment as his faculties returned to him. He'd really been out cold; it was already getting dark.

"Is it night?" he asked dumbly, sitting up and rubbing his face with a palm.

"Just about, you slept the whole day, sweetheart," Sypha answered him, smiling as she leaned over to kiss his cheek and give his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. She was naked. He could smell Trevor on her, and sex.

"Have to pee," was all he managed as a response. He got up quickly, not giving them a chance to say anything else as he disappeared from view into the trees. Finding a suitable spot, he carefully unlaced his breeches and freed himself, sighing when he felt the cool air on his sorry looking member. He poked it experimentally and winced as it sprang rigidly back into place, bobbing slightly from the movement. He leaned one hand on the rough bark and used the other to gingerly coax his unwanted erection downwards so he could relieve himself. He stood there, still half asleep, listening to the sound of urine splashing at the base of the tree's trunk and attempting to gather his thoughts into some semblance of order.

Despite the fading drowsiness, he felt great. Very calm, exceptionally strong. And well-rested, finally. He knew that the blood was to thank for his sudden sense of ease, but it surprised him because he had not previously acknowledged how much he'd been missing out on. He had never wanted to, since he was so firmly set in his ways. Last time, the return of his magic had been monumental, and the experience of actually drinking proper blood had been such an… event, that it was all he could do to hang on for the ride and he really had no sense of what parts were normal and what was simply over-stimulation.

As he carefully tucked himself back into his breeches – he was still almost painfully hard and hoped it would dissipate before too long – he contemplated the things he had talked about with Trevor and Sypha, and the arrangement they had convinced him to agree to. Even after talking it through, his ingrained habits of denial and resistance had him on the verge of guilt, but he made a point of consciously breaking his old thought patterns and trying to accept that things were different. He wasn't going to drown himself in anxiety over the matter; he refused to do that. He would give this an honest effort and with any luck soon it would feel normal and require a lot less second-guessing.

He padded back towards the camp. There was a small fire crackling, casting a warm glow and long shadows in the deepening twilight. Adrian finger combed the tangles from his hair, smoothing down the flyaways carefully. His gaze settled on his partners as he came into the circle around the fire. He raked his eyes over them appreciatively, his vampire side purring that they were there, and his.

The 'voice' which he associated with that part of himself was less unnerving now, although it was certainly present, very much stimulated by the fresh blood running through his body. He knew that he couldn't resolve everything he was struggling with at once; it would take a bit of practice to stop himself from treating his instincts as though they were a separate entity, and it remained to be seen whether their little experiment would work in the longer term. However, he didn't feel like he needed to fight against himself so hard anymore. The acceptance he'd forcibly undertaken was doing him a world of good in that regard. It was easier to relax simply because he didn't feel the need to resist every stray thought and urge that came about unheeded.

He picked up one of the water skins and rinsed his mouth, then gulped a long drink before setting it back down with their belongings. Trevor was studying him pointedly, the glint of his eyes bright in the light of the fire. Sypha was doing the same, albeit with more subtlety. A slow, relaxed smile came over his features when he saw the way Sypha was draped half over Trevor, her bare bum visible out of the edge of the blankets, the line of Trevor's hip peeking from beneath her. The hunter was sliding his hand along her body, following the dip in her spine and casually palming one generous ass cheek. They both looked a little spent.

"Come back in before your spot gets cold," Sypha beckoned, wiggling as if it would encourage him to move faster.

He hurried back to his place beside his lovers, laying back in the warm nest made from Trevor's fur cloak and several blankets. Sypha crawled right onto him with little regard for her elbows digging into his chest – it's not as though she was going to hurt him, no matter how pointy they were. She studied his face a moment before folding her arms and laying her chin on them so she could look up at him, one of her legs between his, the other between he and Trevor. Adrian shimmied closer to the hunter until he was sidled against him tightly and wrapped an arm around Sypha's waist, gripping a handful of her hip possessively.

"We were considering throwing you in the cart with Daisy if you didn't wake up soon," Sypha teased, adjusting herself until she was comfortable straddling his thigh. "You haven't moved since this morning."

"Well, I didn't sleep for four days, I was tired," he said in explanation. "I suppose we should get up if we want to make some progress before night fully falls. Trevor, do you know how much further until we reach the village? I can smell it, but it must still be some distance away."

Trevor turned his head to meet Adrian's eyes and raised a skeptical brow. "You can smell it? I think we still have at least another two days riding, how the fuck can you smell a village that far away?"

"The scent of humans, smoke, and death carries whenever the wind shifts towards us. They are probably all dead; the scent is strong. I don't imagine very much will have survived my Father if he went there himself. Without an army he would have had to obtain corpses for the necromancer we saw through the mirror. And there were quite a few beasts in the pack we fought. All of them had to come from somewhere."

Sypha sighed, blue eyes darkened sadly at the mention of so many dead. "Maybe Hana was able to hide herself. She was far out of the main village and she seemed to be quite an accomplished witch. I hope she's alright."

"You shouldn't hope for that," Trevor said to her. "You know better, Syph."

Sypha seemed as though she wanted to retort, but she decided not to. Instead, she contemplated Adrian's chest.

He wished he could offer her some assurance that the woman had survived, but all of them knew that the world they lived in held no such comforts, and that pretending it did was foolish and impractical.

"We'll cover as much ground as we can tonight," he said instead, bringing his hand from Sypha's waist up along her body. He smoothed it between her shoulders and up the nape of her neck, then into her hair, digging his fingers against her scalp. She closed her eyes with a little smile, letting go of the grave conversation in favour of enjoying the moment.

"Mmm, that's nice," she said happily, shifting atop him. He felt her pubic bone pressing against his still inconveniently erect cock and he grunted at the sensation. His fingers tightened in her hair, tugging at it as he recalled exactly what they'd been doing before he'd fallen asleep. His feeding had put Sypha in a very… affectionate mood, and he had not intended to drop off as he had; he was simply too tired to stay awake any longer. By the scent clinging to both she and Trevor he gathered they had followed through without him while he was resting.

Perhaps that was why he'd woken in such a state – just being near them with strong pheromones circulating was enough to thoroughly arouse him. He inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the mix of scents that clung to the Speaker laying atop him. Her natural smell reminded him of snow, but was also edged with magic, giving her a dangerous quality which he loved. In addition to that she presently smelled of perspiration – her own and Trevor's – sex, and fresh wounds. He could clearly smell the dried blood lingering from his mark on her throat. He gently tilted her head to the side, so he could examine it.

His bite was there, the two small punctures now surrounded by a palette of red and purple bruising that blossomed outwards and mottled the otherwise pristine flesh just above her clavicle. There were dark little scabs over the fang marks and he could see the blue lacework of her vessels, her pulse fluttering where they passed most closely beneath the skin.

Adrian forgot to breathe for a moment as he surveyed the damage.

In a seamless motion, he flipped Sypha onto her back and was leaning over her on his knees, propping himself up with one hand. He stroked her cheek with his knuckles, following the line of her jaw down to the place he'd fed from. It was mesmerizing. He stared at the wounds for a long moment, preening with satisfaction that she was so thoroughly marked by his teeth. He couldn't help the way red seeped into his eyes at the seductive image, nor how his abdomen tightened, heat surging between his legs. He swallowed thickly, remembering her thighs clenching together when he was drinking from her. She'd enjoyed it. Simply having her and Trevor's blessing and encouragement to sate himself at her throat was amazing, but that she'd enjoyed it was sublime.

He traced his finger lightly over the injury and heard Sypha inhale sharply. She winced, her brows crinkling, breaking the spell that had fallen over him and drawing his eyes away from her neck, back to her face. "Careful, it's still tender," she admonished gently, but she didn't seem upset. He blinked at her, his thoughts fragmented.

Adrian withdrew, his hand hovering uncertainly over her. He glanced aside in effort not to stare. "I'm sorry," he apologized, and he wasn't sure if he meant for causing her pain by touching the mark, or for being so captivated by it.

Sypha huffed with sudden exasperation, snatching his hand in hers. "Oh don't start that. We basically had to have a formal debate with you to convince you to bite me in the first place, I am not going to entertain your guilt. Just don't poke it too much until it heals a little more."

She wiggled beneath him and his nostrils flared as she moved; he could smell her sex. That wasn't all; Trevor's scent was strong on her, especially between her legs. It was fresh. They must have been intimate not long before he'd awakened. He sat back on his heels so he could look over her body, and Trevor's beside her. Now that he was paying attention, he noticed the obvious signs of their recent coupling. Sypha had a new hickey on the other side of her throat which he hadn't put there. Trevor's brow and chest were still a little damp, and he had an indolent, contented expression on his face which Adrian had seen before. He could easily smell the musk of Sypha's most intimate places wafting from him.

He chewed his lip, the point of his fang digging into it as he felt his body responding the that scent, and the images that came with it.

He dared to look more closely, his eyes quickly drawn to the juncture of Sypha's legs. Her entrance was sticky and wet, the reddish hair around it darkened to auburn by moisture. The pale flesh of her inner thigh was beautifully decorated by the first bite he'd left on her. The mark had a different colouration now – it was more yellowed, fading at the edges as it healed, the scabs from his fangs shrunken with the passage of time. The skin was slickened with copious wetness and glistening in the light from the fire.

He knew that his breeches were doing a poor job of concealing how obtusely erect he had become, his cheeks painted with a darkening blush. He didn't know what he should do in the face of such blatant evidence of their activities.

"Did you- uhm- did you have sex beside me while I was asleep?" he asked them lamely, even though that much was more than obvious. He immediately wished he hadn't said anything as he hid his crotch behind his hands, attempting to make the movement seem casual, which only made what he was doing more obvious.

Trevor's grin was entirely shameless. "Well, after Sypha said we couldn't toss you in the back of the cart we had to kill the time somehow," he explained helpfully. "Syph was really turned on after you bit her. I can't believe you just passed out and left her like that; you weren't even drunk! So I stood in for you and fingered her 'till she got off, then we slept for a few hours, had something to eat, slept a bit more, and before you woke up we fucked. Can you really blame us? It was boring lazing around all day while you got your beauty sleep. We weren't that tired."

Adrian stared at Trevor in disbelief. Had he really missed all of that? He was usually much more more aware of what was going on around him when he rested. Evidently he'd felt so secure with his lovers close by that he had let his guard down entirely. The realization unnerved him – it was dangerous to be so vulnerable – what if they'd been attacked?

Adrian was startled from his thoughts by the sensation of a hand on his thigh. His eyes flicked to Sypha's fingers sliding over the leather of his pants. "We didn't mean to leave you out," she said sweetly. "But it seemed like you really needed the rest."

"Oh come on. We don't have to always do everything together," Trevor interjected. "We're not attached at the hips. There are going to be times where two of us want to fool around and the third is either asleep, busy, or not in the mood. Obviously we can fuck as a threesome, but we don't have to every time. There shouldn't be any hurt feelings over that kind of thing."

Adrian thought about that for a second. It wasn't something he had even considered before, but now that Trevor mentioned it, it was perfectly reasonable. He often still felt like the extra person between the three of them, but that was due entirely to his own insecurities; they had never done anything to make him feel less included or equal. On the contrary, they'd both gone to great lengths to ensure he had what he needed to be happy. It was only because they'd been together before he had joined them that it sometimes felt to him like they were more deeply attuned to one another than to him. Or perhaps because he was dhampir – sometimes that set him apart, but they had worked at that a lot and it was not such a big issue any longer. The greatest source of his self-doubt was that he was still a virgin. He sighed internally, hating that he kept coming back to that fact. The more he let himself dwell on it the bigger it loomed over him.

"I wasn't worried about being left out, I'm just surprised I didn't wake up," he explained as Sypha's hand found his and curled around it. She pulled his hand towards the juncture of her thighs, deliberately laying his palm over the area where his teeth had punctured her skin. It was hot to the touch, and slippery, wet with her juices.

"You're awake now," she said, her eyes lidded and a smile on her lips. "Touch me, Adrian."

His attention zeroed in on the place she'd put his hand. Her pulse thrummed beneath his fingertips, her scent and Trevor's was intense, and as he leaned forward to explore her she spread her legs, offering him a full view of her sodden entrance. It didn't matter that the sun had sunk past the treeline and left the world bathed only in twilight. He could easily see every detail of her, and he was fascinated and aroused at the scene presented to him.

Adrian dragged his fingers along the mark he'd left a few days before, feeling his already aching cock throb as his hand passed over his bite and he remembered the night he'd tasted her blood for the first time. He stroked Sypha's thighs, his hand coming away sticky. He glanced at Trevor, realizing that it was mostly his cum that was all over the pale skin. The hunter was watching him with interest, and Adrian flushed harder, finding himself extremely turned on by the knowledge that Trevor had just been here, inside Sypha, fucking her. He wished he'd been awake to see it. Last time had been very… memorable for him.

He could feel the heat radiating from the Speaker's center; her folds seemed swollen, reddened. He had put his face here before, and his hand. Last time she had been incredibly wet with arousal, but not like this. He slid his fingers along her lips curiously. She jumped at his touch and her thighs eased wider, her breath jerking haltingly as his fingers prodded her. He swallowed a groan, his dick giving an enthusiastic twitch. He could see her body tightening as his hand passed over her, her stomach clenching slightly, her hips rocking.

God, she's so sensitive, he thought, sliding his fingers between her outer folds and tracing her opening. She tipped her head back, eyes closing, her mouth slack. Adrian was transfixed by the place between her legs, and helplessly turned on seeing his bite so close to it. He tentatively slid one finger into her body, like she had guided him to do before. She felt different this time, hotter, but not as tight, and he realized that she was stretched from Trevor being inside her. His eyes widened and he withdrew his finger, studying the mixture of their fluids that coated it.

Cheeks blazing, cock leaking a stain into the front of his pants, Adrian put his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean.

He thought that he probably should have been embarrassed, or found it distasteful, but the mixture of their combined fluids was powerfully erotic; it lit up his senses like fuel poured onto a fire. Without hesitation, he lowered his face to Sypha's core and pushed her legs wider apart so he could press his mouth into her and taste her properly. The bitter flavour of cum mixed with the saltiness of her juices on his tongue was intense. He laved her thighs until they were thoroughly cleaned, then he returned to her center, breathing in the heady scent of sex that clung in her curled hair. Eagerly, he dragged his tongue from her opening upwards between her folds, over her clit. He closed his lips around it, sucking very carefully, as she was obviously already extremely sensitive and was jumping under his mouth.

"Unh, A-Adrian," she managed, her hands settling on his head. "That feels really good."

Encouraged, he passed over her again, his hands now gripping the backs of her thighs and pulling her body more tightly against his face. He wanted it to feel like the last time, when he had nearly suffocated beneath her. The wetness coated his cheeks, nose and chin and he purred in satisfaction, loving that sensation of having his head deep between her legs and making her squirm. He could feel some of his hair sticking to his face and her thighs.

Beside them, he was aware of Trevor watching him and he felt a large hand settle on his rear, stroking his leather-wrapped cheeks and squeezing indulgently. The hand slid between his legs and began to stroke him from behind, reaching to palm at the engorged flesh which was making the laces of his fly strain to their limit.

It was hard to concentrate on both things at once and Adrian's mouth faltered, his hands tight on Sypha's thighs as he sought leverage, rubbing himself against Trevor's hand.

"Do you like how she tastes right now?" Trevor's spoke from close to where his head was buried, but his voice was muffled by Sypha's body and the din of Adrian's own heart in his ears. He nodded into her and felt Trevor slowly pull his fly-strings open. The tight pressure of his clothing loosened a bit, giving his engorged prick a little extra space. Trevor's hand closed over him, providing delicious friction as he thrust himself wantonly into it through his clothes.

"Tell me what she tastes like," the last Belmont said, his voice low and confident, that tone sending a shiver along the dhampir's spine which encouraged him to renew his efforts at pleasuring Sypha with his face. He slid his tongue inside her, cleaning away Trevor's spend greedily before he withdrew so he could speak, the air suddenly feeling cold on his dampened cheeks. He was breathing hard and methodically grinding into Trevor's hand. He looked at the picture Sypha made spread beneath him, seeing the way her entrance was stretched from the other man being inside her before, and he struggled to find his voice through the coursing of his own arousal.

"S-she tastes like you," he answered finally, his voice strained, though his embarrassment was only working to fuel the ardent waves of desire which had swept him up and were carrying him forward, making him want to dive right back into her. Trevor's hand abandoned his crotch and came to rest on his shoulder. Adrian sat back on his heels and looked at the hunter, well aware of his debauched state, his cheeks on fire. He thought back to their previous intimate encounter, when Trevor had pointed out that he 'loved worshiping cock and pussy,' and he wondered if it was possible to get any redder than he already was, wishing he could hide his face but loving how he felt when Trevor saw him this way. He would never let anyone but his two lovers know how deeply aroused he was by the hint of humiliation that laced situations such as this one.

The blue-eyed Belmont was kneeling beside him. As Adrian panted and was about to dip back between Sypha's legs Trevor seized him by the back of the head and pulled him into a fierce kiss, his tongue pushing insistently between Adrian's lips and twisting against his own. There was no question who was delivering this kiss and who was receiving it, and Adrian submitted to his mouth being plundered, his hands coming to rest against Trevor's chest, his claws extending slightly as he felt like he was unraveling with so many sensations, tastes and feelings coming one after the other.

Sypha sat up on her knees and Adrian felt her body against his, her breasts soft and warm through his shirt. She kissed the tendon in his neck that stood out from the way his head was turned towards Trevor, and Adrian felt her stroking his hair. It was so much at once, they were both so close around him and all he could do was let them carry him along as his mind clouded with desire.

Sypha began to work Adrian's pants down from his hips, her hand slipping into them and helping his swollen organ free. He was as hard as a post, already well-slicked with his own clear moisture. He shuddered and tried to slide himself against her palm with a moan that was eaten up by the man kissing him. She gripped his taxed flesh and slid her hand along the rigid length, making Adrian's hips jerk when her thumb passed over his exposed head. Her hand was deliciously hot around him.

His mouth was released and Adrian had to take a moment to try and regain his breath and his faculties. He looked between his partners, and saw them both fixed on him, Sypha wearing a flushed, inviting expression, Trevor's more intense and sharp, but no less attentive to Adrian's state. When their eyes met, the hunter seamlessly transitioned from his stern, authoritative countenance to a sweeter one, his lips forming a handsome smile. Trevor closed the distance between them again and his next kiss was gentle, though he still punctuated it by biting Adrian's lip at the end.

"You're both so fucking hot, I want to watch you make love to each other," he said as they pulled a few inches apart. He dipped to Sypha and delivered a thorough kiss to her as well, his hand on her breast squeezing just hard enough to make her jerk against him. He let go before she had a chance to protest, and, as if in apology, stroked her hair softly. Her fingers on Adrian's flesh stilled as her attention was pulled away by Trevor, who deepened the kiss and curled his arm around her waist, crushing her body tightly against his own.

Watching them, and the familiarity with which they touched each other, Adrian's heart suddenly stepped into overdrive because he knew what was going to happen. He had never imagined it would be like this. He didn't know exactly what he had expected or wanted, but he never could have guessed that something dissolute could also be genuine and safe. He felt only love and acceptance here. There was nearly tangible sweetness blended into the other elements. They all fit together perfectly, and he absolutely wanted to be part of something as beautiful as what he saw transpiring between Trevor and Sypha as they kissed and touched each other. It felt good and right with them.

He was nervous, but he wasn't scared, and he was ready.

While Sypha was distracted by Trevor's mouth he removed his pants in record time and stripped off his shirt off as well, returning to his position resting on his heels before they even noticed he'd moved. As Trevor withdrew his mouth from Sypha's, Adrian couldn't keep the wide smile from his face. He glanced at the hunter, who moved back a bit to give them space to enjoy one another, then met Sypha's eyes, his own soft gold laced through with red. She smiled back at him and let him take her into his arms.

"Are you ready Adrian?" she said as they came together, and he nodded, not sure his voice would obey him if he tried to speak.

He pulled Sypha against his body and kissed her throat, over the place he'd bitten her that morning. He shivered, smelling her there and feeling the texture of the wound with his lips. What Trevor and Sypha had done in giving him a chance to get used to blood made everything more complete. It helped him to feel like they understood him, and it assured him that he was accepted completely, both his human and his vampire aspects. He wished he could explain that in so many words, but he thought they already knew, and they had confirmed it with every step taken to reach this point.

He laid her tenderly among the blankets, ensuring her head rested comfortably on the fur cloak, then he ran his hands carefully along her body, lightly tracing the outline of her frame with his claws, the pinched cinch of her waist, the curve of her stomach. He opened his palm over her thighs and his other bite, his prick leaking trails of moisture from his excitement.

He carefully parted her legs with trembling hands, crawling between them and leaning over her. Her opening was freshly slicked with her wetness, but he wanted to make sure she was ready. He wondered if he should put his mouth on her again, or use his fingers, but she removed the need for such actions when she wrapped her legs around his hips and tugged him down onto her with her heels. He braced himself with his hands on either side of her head so he wouldn't crush her, and felt the length of his cock slide against her sopping opening, slipping along her skin easily because everything was coated in moisture.

He knew he could cum just from this, and struggled to imagine what it would feel like to be inside her. Would he be able to last long enough to make her feel good? He was so horny, he didn't know if he could hold off for very long.

He closed his eyes in pleasure, dropping more heavily onto her. He found himself nose to nose with her. He nuzzled against her and kissed along her cheek and jaw. When his eyes opened he studied her through the haze of his desire.

"You're so beautiful Sypha," he said to her, feeling his stomach twisting with anticipation, but waiting for confirmation that she was ready before he moved further.

"So are you," she said, brushing some of his hair out of his face. Then she reached between them and grasped his organ, and guided him into the right position to enter her.

Adrian felt the heat first, then the impossible tightness of her core wrapped around his cock. He thought it was overwhelming when he was simply sliding himself against her sex, but as he pushed inside her body he felt himself swallowed up by her fire an inch at a time. He wanted to go as deep as he could and never leave. As he stretched her opening and slid in further he heard her moan, and it went straight to his groin, his dick pulsing and his hips suddenly jerking forward.

He was nearly buried to his hilt and he heard grunts of pleasure, barely realizing that they were coming from him. His face was hidden in the crook of her neck, his mouth open, panting, and his hands gripped her shoulders in a vain effort to bring her even closer to him than she already was. He kept thinking he would run out of place to seat himself, but as he sank deeper and deeper into her he realized that there was room for all of him within her body.

"Oh… my God," he breathed into her hair, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He was all the way inside of her and it felt like he might cum if he so much as moved an inch. Every muscle was strained, taut. He was struggling not to lose himself in the impossible tightness and heat that enveloped his prick more perfectly that he'd imagined was possible. He settled onto his elbows, his hands clutching Sypha's upper arms, hanging onto her as if she would keep him from dissolving into liquid pleasure. When he was past the point where he thought he would explode at the slightest friction he shifted within her, getting more accustomed to the sensation.

Tentatively at first, he withdrew a few inches – earning him an "mmmmm" of encouragement – then he carefully sank back home. He tried not to bruise her or scratch her, but the points of his claws were digging into the white skin of her arms and it was all he could do not to break her in his grasp as his body trembled against her. She was so small and delicate, but he felt as though she was the one holding him together, her velvet passage squeezing around his cock when he moved.

"So- so t-tight," he stuttered, wanting to try and communicate with her, but hardly able to formulate words. His next attempt at speech just came out somewhere between a growl and a purr, and he snapped his mouth shut, deciding it might be better not to say anything else for now.

His bravery grew as the seconds passed until Adrian was pulling himself out of her and thrusting deeply back inside, immediately finding himself addicted to the sensation of sinking completely home. While Sypha did appear to be enjoying it, he was rapidly approaching completion and she did not seem to be joining him. He wanted to make her feel as good as he did. He slowed his movements and slid out partway, grasping the base of his cock and squeezing himself hard, even digging his sharp nails in slightly as he fought to stop himself from tumbling over the edge before they were both ready. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought this might have been easier if he hadn't been tortuously aroused since he'd woken.

Sucking a breath in through his clenched teeth Adrian looked down at their joined bodies and felt precum leaking from his tip, his testicles tight and clinging close to him. The visible portion of his cock was darkened, the veins along the shaft full and raised, especially pronounced by the way he was gripping himself in effort to prolong the inevitable. His blonde curls and the skin between his thighs were all slick and wet from the mess between their bodies. He eyed the way his length disappeared into the sopping folds of his lover's core and a growl sounded low in his chest, his control slipping away at the lewdness of the image. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life. He slid himself a little deeper and withdrew again, the different angle changing how she felt around him, and earning him a pleasured groan when he moved.

His attention was pulled from their joining up along the lines of her figure as he repeated the movement again and saw Sypha's back arch, and felt her hips tilting to meet him. Her legs dropped wide to either side, allowing him deeper movement. Her nipples were hard, darkened points and her pulse raced, the beat faltering each time he pumped into her and withdrew again. He wanted to sink in all the way like he had before, but she was giving him every indication that she preferred this more shallow penetration. He could actually feel her getting wetter around him, and the change in angle made the slightly ridged texture of her passage stand out when he moved.

He glanced away for a fraction of a second to see Trevor watching them, slowly stroking his own length as he enjoyed their coupling vicariously. Adrian felt himself heat up at being watched, but he couldn't spare much attention to anything but the woman who's body was wrapped hotly around his cock and making encouraging noises of enjoyment as he fucked into her.

She opened her eyes and the brilliant blue was clouded with pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed, the fine hairs at her temples damp and curling against her face. There was moisture on her lips, and his eyes were helplessly pinned to her face as it contorted in euphoric bliss. Adrian was seized by that look, and found his final vestiges of rational thought whittled to nothing. He gripped her legs and began to move faster, slamming into her again and again until she was keening and whining and her body was clenching around his cock.

"Like that- unh- mmmm Adrian, d-don't stop," she managed between the other noises, and Adrian felt like his cock was dipping repeatedly into pure, fire. She took his hands and guided them to her breasts, her fingers pressing his harshly around each of them, communicating that she wanted him to squeeze. He did, gripping her breasts tightly in his hands, his long fingers and sharp claws closing around them until he could feel her pounding heart through his fingertips. Sypha was a live wire under him, jerking and bucking to meet every movement of his hips, growing more frenetic each time he thrust forward.

"Yessss- hah- faster," she groaned, and he eagerly complied, pumping into her quickly, his thrusts becoming more intense as he lost track of exactly where he was aiming and simply buried himself in her heat over and over until he could register nothing more than pleasure.

"S-Syph, I'm-" he managed, his body shuddering as his testicles seemed to tingle and tighten, the sensations spreading along his cock and all the way up his spine.

He felt Sypha suddenly grow rigid around him and she threw her head back, arching, her arms tangling over her head as she spasmed around him her body growing impossibly hot around him. She made a singular noise of ecstasy and then she relaxed, deftly slipping herself off of him at the exact moment that he exploded, surprised by the sudden open air on his prick and the absence of her tightness and heat.

He was already well past the point of stopping what had been set in motion. He fell forward onto her and his body tightened like a bowstring about to snap, his stomach muscles bunching as his hips and rear clenched powerfully, his claws digging savagely into the earth beside hear head. He snarled and his jaw clamped down automatically, teeth coming together with an audible click. He narrowly managed to stop himself from ripping into her throat as molten heat spurted from his cockhead and painted her entrance and stomach in a sticky, white mess.

He held the position for several stretched out moments, his claws fully extended as more cum shot from his prick and his hips jerked a staccato rhythm as his pleasure was wrung free.

As quickly as the intense and powerful orgasm gripped him it faded, leaving him rubbery and loose atop his still panting partner. His jaw slackened. His fingers relaxed, his claws easing out of the dirt. He sank onto her, his cock sliding through the mess of her folds, giving a last twitch at the feeling of her heat and the considerable volume of ejaculate that now covered the space between them. He found himself limp and heavy, his body buzzing in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of his life.

"You're perfect," he mumbled, and let his eyes close for a moment, feeling hazy and deliciously spent. His muscles all seemed useless now, and he vaguely recognized that he was probably crushing her, but she allowed him a few moments repose, her hands stroking his perspiration-damp back and clutching his ass.

He was dimly aware of Trevor furiously jerking himself off beside them but he couldn't manage to do more that press a kiss to Sypha's hair. He felt like he could fall asleep, only she began to protest his weight on her and he summoned the strength to get to his elbows and look at her, his face still the picture of languor.

She appeared as satisfied as he was, her heart rate slowly returning to normal. She leaned up and kissed him on the mouth, their lips cool since all their blood was focused lower down on their bodies. He wasn't ready to move yet. His arms wrapped around her small frame and he pulled her onto him, rolling on his back so he wouldn't crush her, but could still hold her. He settled his head against the fur of Trevor's cloak and closed his eyes again, memorizing the sensation of her heart beating over his chest and the scent of her skin slicked in both their sweat.

The minutes passed. It had grown entirely dark, and it was quickly becoming very cold. The sky was laden with dark clouds, the air heavy with the promise of rain, or even snow if it became much colder.

Trevor had finished himself and wiped his hand clean, then risen to get some fresh water for their canteens. Adrian knew they needed to clean up and be on their way, but he was hard pressed to tear himself from the lovely bubble of heat and scent that they were in. Sypha began to wriggle atop him and eventually he was persuaded to release her.

She sat up, straddling him, her lower parts strongly smelling of his spend and her moisture, her breath visible when she exhaled and her skin prickling with gooseflesh from the increasing cold. He smiled at her atop him, his cock twitching halfheartedly with renewed interest. "That was…"

She nodded her agreement. "It was. It felt really good. We should clean up."

Loath to comply, but knowing they could not stay here all night, Adrian resigned himself to getting ready to go. He sat up with Sypha still in his lap and picked her up in his arms, easily rising to his feet and carrying her to the edge of the water. She eyed the black, freezing river warily.

"You aren't seriously-"

Adrian stepped quickly into the water and took her with him, plunging her in up to her neck. He didn't want her hair to get wet lest she catch cold, but she reeked of both he and Trevor and her body was veritably painted in ejaculate. There was no other way.

"Fuck! Adrian, let me go!" she yelped angrily, twisting in his arms, but he held her fast. He rarely heard her swear. It was cute. He didn't want her to get swept away in the dark water and drown, even though the current wasn't all that strong. She sputtered indignantly and he heard Trevor laughing from the shore. He grinned in the dark, flashing white teeth as he ran his hands over her skin to help wash away all the mess.

"Sorry Sypha, I know it's cold," he said in apology, quickly carrying her back out and setting her on the shore. He ducked as a shard of ice came sailing at his head and hightailed it back into the water. He disappeared beneath the surface to hopefully buy himself enough time for her to forget about her ire in favour of drying off. When he resurfaced, Trevor was holding out dry robes for her, and his thick fur cloak. Her teeth were chattering violently as she snatched her clothing and pulled it on. Trevor rubbed her arms, using the friction to help warm her up, then he draped his cloak over her shoulders. She glared daggers at both of them but accepted the fur, pulling it tightly around her frame.

Trevor and Adrian shared a conspiratorial look before Adrian ducked below the surface again to hurriedly clean himself. He emerged from the freezing water, drying himself in moments by calling his magic from within, the heat of the flames evaporating the water on his skin and in his hair. He sought out his clothing and dressed in seconds. Raking deft fingers carefully through his locks until they were smooth, he pulled his gloves on and fastened his weapon at his hip.

They packed up the camp, readied the horses, bundled a mildly protestant Daisy into the cart and set off. Sypha opted to drive, sitting atop the box and holding the reins. Trevor and Adrian went before it, helping to lead the animals carefully through the darkened trees until they emerged onto the main path. Sypha cast fire to offer extra light so they could avoid being struck by any low-hanging branches.

Adrian found himself looking over to her, gold eyes finding hers, shooting her a questioning glance. He hopped easily into the cart and sat on the box beside her once they were well on their way. Trevor climbed up and sat on on her other side. The seat was a little narrow for three, but after a moment Trevor pulled Sypha onto his lap, giving them plenty of space to share.

The dhampir let his eyes crawl over them both, studying their faces appreciatively. Sypha seemed like she was still a little irritated at being dropped into the cold water, but evidently she had forgiven him, since she leaned into him, resting her head against his. There was a little smile on her lips. Trevor put his arm around Adrian's shoulders, pulling him close. Adrian sighed, letting himself be held and listening to their breathing and the steady sound of the horse's hooves on the path.

If he thought he was relaxed earlier, now he was well beyond it into luxuriant territory. A deep, unshakable calm welled in his middle. His magic had come with barely a thought, as natural as breathing because he was so at ease and sated. He was strong, his senses sharp, and he knew that any enemy they faced this night would be razed to nothing almost effortlessly.

He let Trevor stroke his hair as the cart bumped along, and he gathered Sypha's hands in his, squeezing them affectionately. Whatever horrors they would meet in the coming days, they would face them together.

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A/N: Fucking FINALLY after 26 chapters they have actual sex.

Part of me wanted to make Adrian's first penetrative sexual experience a lot more 'special' in terms of location, lead-up, etc, but life is not like that, and it's not as if they can check into a sweet hotel for a night in the Jacuzzi or anything. I looked, all the AirBNB's between here and the castle are booked up.
Also, in a three-way relationship it's great to try and involve all three characters in every intimate scene, but that isn't very realistic either, so Trevor didn't get as much of a role as Adrian and Sypha did here. He is fine with that, like he mentioned in the chapter. The boys will get their chance too, don't worry! Things are coming together, albeit slowly.

I still get nervous to post graphic smut. I really hope it was enjoyable and immersive, and that the scene was satisfying. Last chapter didn't garner much response, so hopefully I'm not losing you.

I am extremely thankful for reader comments. I would love to hear what you thought of this. Thank you for reading!