A/N: Happy New Year to everyone!
This chapter is steamy. Very steamy. You can skip it if you aren't into that.
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Part Thirty-Four
When he stood up Adrian discovered that he was quite gloriously drunk, nearly overturning the table when he bumped it with his hip. He caught the edge of it before it could go flying, and his chair promptly fell over backwards, striking the floor sharply.
His limbs seemed clumsy and faraway, like they would not obey his instructions. He was vaguely dizzy and everything appeared sweetly fuzzy, like the world was wrapped in soft candlelight. He was very content, all of his worries miles away and replaced with the heat of the ale in his belly.
Adrian stared at the edge of the table, which he held in hand, the whole of it several inches off the floor still. He lowered it, completely missing how Sypha had scrambled to catch the cups before they could topple down. It was good that they were all empty. The table settled back into place with a thud and an alarming creaking of the wooden floorboards, and Trevor snickered, snaking an arm around him.
"Bit of a disaster, aren't you," he teased. "I think we should get you out of here before you break something. Eh- something else," he corrected, noting that Hana's vase of flowers had fallen, and was lying in pieces on the floor.
"Her vase," Adrian said sadly, bending to collect the broken bits and set them back on the table, which was about as much cleaning up as he could manage at present.
"I wonder where she got fresh flowers?" Sypha asked aloud. "Its too cold for them now."
"Fuck if I know. Maybe it's a witch thing," Trevor shrugged, ducking into the kitchen to take another drink before they all moved into the entrance to get their coats and boots.
Adrian was first out of the house, but he nearly yanked Hana's front door clean off its hinges when he pulled it open. It lodged itself firmly in the wall beside the doorway and Trevor elbowed him conspiratorially and snickered under his breath.
"Are you looking for the old lady to give us even more shit to fix?"
Adrian gulped, blinking at the door. "It was an accident."
Trevor shrugged, stepping past him onto the porch. "Just put it back like it was, I'm sure it's fine."
He leaned against one of the porch posts with his arms crossed over his chest and an amused tilt to his lips as Adrian groped for the edge of the door and pulled it out of the wall, gingerly closing it and sighing in relief when it didn't fall apart under his hands. There was a lovely impression in the wall from the doorknob, but hopefully Hana would never notice.
His senses were muddled – certain things seemed much stronger than they normally did, where others were barely registering. He was distinctly aware of Trevor and Sypha close to him, but he hardly noticed the sensation of snow crunching under his boots. He trailed unsteadily after the Sypha, letting Trevor catch his elbow when he stumbled.
"Easy there," the hunter said, falling into step beside him. "You're pretty drunk," he laughed, looping his arm around Adrian's back. "I've got you."
"I'm not going to fall," Adrian snapped snobbishly, sticking his nose in the air. He couldn't imagine being so uncoordinated as to be unable to maintain his own footing. He was already embarrassed enough about failing to moderate his strength. He didn't want to give Trevor more to tease him over.
"I know. I just like holding you," Trevor answered him with a sidelong smile, halting any further reluctance and instead leaving him pliant and obliging. He liked being held.
He reached for Sypha's hand before she could get too far ahead, bringing her against his body and pulling Trevor to him as well. He hugged them both, overcome by the desire to feel them close. It was natural to begin to kiss them, taking Sypha's lips with his own, then Trevor's, finding he had to work to mind his fangs in his inebriated state.
When he broke away from Trevor's mouth Sypha stood on her toes so she could pull her fingers through his hair. "It's cold out here," she pointed out, and he withdrew so they could cover the rest of the distance through the snow to the darkened shape of Hana's old barn.
When they got to it Adrian backed Sypha against the outer wall and laid himself heavily against her, trying to gain more contact as he sniffed her neck and that spot behind her ear where the hairs were fine and soft. She smelled divine, and he wanted to taste her. He luxuriated in the way she felt against his body – small and hot and soft. He ran his lips along her throat, sucking at it to create a small hickey.
"Hey! Not so hard," she protested mildly as she put a hand on his chest and pushed against him, trying to weasel free with little success. He pulled her hand down against her side and held it there easily, barely feeling her struggles. He inspected her throat, satisfied that there would be a mark where he'd sucked and bent to make another, enamoured by the idea of her skin decorated in small, harmless love bites. There was a little flare of instinct, a possessive, almost selfish urge to claim her, and in his present state he didn't give much thought to denying himself.
He bent again and sucked, leaving a larger hickey. Her neck was so long and smooth and beautiful, it was wonderful to play his mouth along it. He could lose himself in this too easily. He grazed the inviting column with his teeth, considering whether he'd like to bite her now or once they were inside and she was naked.
"Adrian you're crushing me," Sypha said a little more urgently, pushing again against him, a small frown knitting her brows.
Trevor drew close, his body suddenly pressed to Adrian's back, his arms coming around him, covering his hand. "Hey, let up," he said authoritatively, and Adrian blinked, quickly letting go of Sypha's wrist. He licked his lips and leaned into Trevor more heavily.
"I'm sorry," he said in apology, although the mage appeared unruffled. She slanted her eyes at him and grabbed his hand, her fingers curling over the leather of his glove. Behind him, Trevor was nearly holding him up.
"Come on, lets go inside," Sypha said after a moment, tugging him behind her and opening the door.
The barn was dark and smelled of hay. Adrian quickly jumped into the loft but reeled when the world tilted as he landed, forcing him to reach for a stack of bales to lean against and find his balance. He was not used to this feeling of poor coordination and vague spinning when he moved, and it took him a moment to get his bearings. His stomach flopped in warning and he wondered for the first time if he may have had too much ale.
Fortunately the disorientation eased by the time his companions had entered the hay mow, and his attention was effectively drawn to them. Trevor – no stranger to the realities of intoxication – raised a brow at his position. "You gonna be sick?" he asked.
Adrian straightened. "No," he assured "I'm okay."
Sypha came to stand beside Trevor and squinted the darkness. "We need a lantern in here, I can't see."
"There is one in the wagon, I'll grab it" Trevor said, descending the ladder. Adrian could hear him rooting around in the cart. He came back up and found a safe place to hang the little metal contraption, away from the very flammable contents of the loft.
Once lit it cast a warm, if dim circle of light around the space. Even though it was slight, Adrian slit his eyes against the intrusion and took a moment to adjust to the brightness. It was hard to focus; the lines of things seeming to bleed into one another, like his eyes were lazy.
"Thanks Trev, that's a lot better," Sypha said, and Trevor nodded in agreement. As Adrian watched, they gravitated together, Trevor pulling Sypha into his arms and bending to kiss her.
"Your beard tickles," she said when they pulled apart, touching the dark hairs that covered his chin and part of his neck. "You don't usually wait this long to shave. It makes you look like a bear."
Trevor stroked his chin thoughtfully, lips quirking. "I kind of forgot about it. I usually let it get shaggy in the winter months so my face doesn't freeze."
"Then you must really look like a drifter," she said and Trevor raised a brow.
"Should I look like something else? Wallachia is fucking freezing. I don't care how I look, as long as they'll serve me in taverns, and the bar isn't very high. Most would sell ale to a horse as long as it could pay. Don't Speaker men do the same thing in the cold months?"
She shook her head. "No, our people groom carefully, to be more approachable when we travel to new places. People are more accepting of visitors who look clean and tidy."
Trevor grunted, mulling it over. "Yeah, I guess I never cared much for making a good impression."
Adrian peeled off his gloves and coat as they were chatting, draping them over a nearby bale of hay. It was nice to simply listen to them, and know that they were there. He touched his own chin, finding it perfectly smooth. He'd never grow a beard, even though his father had one. He'd once been mortal, but Adrian had not.
He bent to remove his boots, teetering on one foot and finally collapsing on the bale to work them off of his feet more deliberately. He ran an embarrassed hand through his hair and glanced at Trevor and Sypha, who were watching him with open amusement. They drew closer, Trevor sinking to the bale beside him, and Sypha crawling into his lap like she had in the house, with her knees on either side of his thighs. Adrian's hand came around her automatically, pulling her close to his body.
Trevor's arm encircled his shoulders and he leaned against his side, breathing in the man's ale-laced breath, his sweat, his skin. Sypha settled herself – a delightfully warm weight on his lap – and began to walk her fingers along his torso, touching him where his low collar left his chest exposed. He sighed in pleasure, that loose feeling overtaking him once more. This was great. He felt like he could melt between them. Everything was comfortable and familiar and there was no need to worry about maintaining composure when it was only the three of them here.
Trevor stroked the side of his face, his hand coarse on Adrian's skin. He leaned into the touch, his mouth wet. He had to lick his lips and swallow, struggling to think past the scents and the feeling of heat. Sypha started to brush her fingers over his nipples through his shirt and he jerked against her.
He purred, offering no resistance to the touches, his breath quickening when she pinched lightly. He grasped at her thigh just to have some part of her to touch, his eyes closing as he concentrated on the attention, and the feel of his shirt shifting over the sensitive skin of his chest beneath her hands. Trevor was still touching his face, his jaw, then his lips, ghosting over them with his fingers. Adrian opened his mouth, tongue exploring the texture of the calloused skin, the saltiness, and then he wrapped his mouth around them and sucked.
"You're kind of a mess Adrian," Trevor teased affectionately, his breath tickling the blonde's ear. He shivered at the implication and nodded. He knew it was true, and he didn't care.
"Aw Trev, be nice," Sypha said, leaning closer and kissing his throat. She splayed her hands open over his pectorals and Adrian felt her lips on his neck, soft and perfect as she mouthed along the raised cords of each tendon. He searched for her hips with his hands, grasping them carefully over her dress. He wanted to touch her skin. He wanted to be inside her, but he wanted Trevor too.
He knew there were a lot of different ways that three people could fit together, and he was feeling decidedly adventurous at present. He released Trevor's fingers, sitting a bit taller and holding Sypha so she didn't fall off of his lap.
"I want both of you," he said between them with the honesty of the very drunk, tilting his hips so Sypha could feel his growing excitement between her legs. Trevor's hand caressed his thigh.
"How do you want us?" Trevor asked him, leaning close to his ear. The low, lusty tone went straight to his cock.
"Together. We've never done that- the three of us at once. I want to make both of you feel good," he explained, and he saw the white of Sypha's teeth in the low light.
"Adrian, are there things you imagine doing with us? Come to think of it, we haven't talked about that much. What we all like, or want."
Trevor laughed. "I just want to fuck you both until you forget your names," he said lewdly, tracing the musculature of Adrian's leg through his leather pants. "There hasn't exactly been a lot of time for sex, between all the shit from the Hold, moving from place to place, and never knowing what's going to happen next. And we've been adjusting to this- there being three of us, getting used to what we all want- and need," he glanced at Adrian, who heard the unspoken portion of that statement clearly.
He turned to study Trevor's face, although he couldn't quite bring the man into focus. He frowned slightly. "I know I've asked both of you to accept a lot of… unorthodox things," he said with poorly concealed guilt.
Trevor snorted. "We're way past unorthodox. And it doesn't matter. I stopped giving a shit about what was normal a long time ago. Even before you came along, Syph and I already experimented a lot and pushed things into weird territory. You've made that much more interesting."
Sypha tipped her head in agreement. "It's true. That's why I asked about what you might want to try. We know a lot of this is new to you. We want to know what excites you, or what you are curious about," her mouth curled into a sensual smile as she slid her open palm along his body, down between them to rub the bulge pressing against the front of his pants, making Adrian's hips twitch and his breath catch.
She pressed closer. "I really love to see you turned on, Adrian. You're so beautiful, and very expressive. Your eyes are so pretty and bright, and I love that moment when they begin to go red, whether it's because you're going to bite me, or because you're feeling pleasure. And," Sypha continued, her eyes turning sultry as she leaned in and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, leaving her taste there before she withdrew and finished her sentence. "I love when you blush. Sometimes Trev and I kind of… intentionally tease you, just so we can see you go pink."
Adrian leaned closer to her, wanting to kiss her more, his fuzzed, intoxicated mind slow to process her words. Trevor touched his hair, fingers carding through it, relaxing him further.
"You tease me on purpose?" he echoed slowly when that finally sank in. He felt his cheeks growing hot, although they were already plenty flushed from the ale.
"'Course we do," Trevor answered him easily, giving one of those handsome, confident smiles that made Adrian's insides turn to mush.
He should at least pretend to be irked by that, but he couldn't summon more than the desire to submit and find pleasure between them, cheeks blazing bright enough that he was sure it must be obvious to both of them even in the dim lighting.
Sypha's smile broadened and she kissed his cheek. "Yes, just like that," she said, running her fingertip over the apple of one scarlet cheek. "So, is there anything you had in mind?"
He had imagined many different things between them all, although he didn't have any fully realized fantasies as such. Recently, a lot of what came to mind was twisted together with drinking blood and marking flesh, and even with their total acceptance it was embarrassing to confess that such things aroused him so thoroughly, although it was no longer any great secret. They weren't blind. And… there were other things that interested him. He was entranced by them both, completely seduced by their bodies and their love. He felt so safe with them that he found himself eager to try things which he never would have entertained before. What he and Trevor had done – it left him so incredibly vulnerable, but it had also yielded a connection that ran deep into his soul. He had loved it.
Only for them could he ever be put into such compromising positions, but for them, he would do it with relish.
Maybe he could warm up to the idea of asking for what he wanted, and of talking about sex more openly. He had never been very good at putting his private thought into words, but he felt brave now. The alcohol was certainly no hindrance.
"I want to be with you both at the same time," he said, looking between them, then succumbing to his own shyness and looking bashfully to the side. "I love how you taste – not only your blood, any part of you. I'd like to- to be able to please you. I would enjoy that."
It seemed awkward to voice this, even with liquid courage flowing through him. He had a funny, twisting sensation low in his gut when he spoke, a giddy sort of anxiety.
Sypha slipped her hands beneath his shirt and played over his abdominals. They bunched as his stomach tightened in response. "Please us how?" she asked seductively, leaning closer. Her eyes glittered, and her lips were shiny and full.
Adrian dragged in a breath, eyeing her mouth. "However you want me to. Like the morning after I bit you the first time."
"You liked when I sat on your face," she clarified, and he nodded quickly, the blood rushing to his erection, making him throb. Her hands moved higher, touching his chest, pinching his nipples again, rolling them between her fingers. They hardened and stood at attention, becoming sensitive, and she pinched again, enough for it to almost hurt. His let his head fall back against Trevor's arm which still encircled him, and his mouth dropped open, the air making his fangs tingle. He groaned.
"What about when Trev was inside me first, and you tasted him too? Did you like that, sweetheart?" Sypha asked, slowly laying kisses to his exposed throat.
The blonde glanced to their other partner, who was clearly soaking up his abandon and arousal with thorough enjoyment. Trevor's hand rubbed his thigh, moving with teasing lightness over the front of his pants, grazing his excitement. Adrian inhaled sharply and nodded. "Yes. Anything where I can use my mouth, smell you, taste you."
Trevor grinned toothily and leaned closer, brushing his lips against Adrian's, letting his beard scratch his chin a bit as his hand offered a little more friction between his legs, squeezing him through his clothes. "We can put your mouth to good use if that's what you like, but I hope we can put the rest of you to good use too. I've never felt anything as tight as your ass wrapped around my cock, and Syph hasn't had a chance to see what you look like stuffed full of me; she really missed out. Can we show her how fucking gorgeous you are like that?"
Adrian whined aloud at the lewd comments nodded again, trying to grind himself against Trevor's hand. He moved to kiss Trevor sloppily, his lips too wet, and his tongue eager to find its way into the hunter's mouth. It was hard to concentrate with Trevor rubbing him and Sypha making his nipples feel like two hypersensitive points of fire on his chest. But it was good because it was with them. It was exciting, and he loved to imagine them undoing him as they were, using pleasure and touch to transform him into a shivering, panting mess.
He mouthed Trevor clumsily, fangs nicking inside his lip and the taste of blood flooding their kiss, making Adrian lean hungrily into him, moaning into his mouth as he sucked eagerly at the tiny, unintentional cut.
He remembered himself and suddenly withdrew, frowning, trying to clear his mind through the haze of ale and desire. "I didn't mean to do that," he said apologetically, replaying two nights ago: his too-tight grip on Trevor's hands, the way he'd caught him on the chest with his claws without realizing it. "I have to be more careful."
Sypha's face fell a little, her brows knitting. She slipped her hands from his shirt and put them on his chest over the fabric, rubbing. "You're not going to hurt us."
"I hurt Trevor last time," he said soberly, grasping one of her hands, curling his fingers around her smaller ones. He saw the tips of his claws – he hadn't even realized he'd let them grow so long. He stared at his monstrous hand around Sypha's delicate, fragile human one and felt suddenly ill. "I don't want it to happen again."
Sypha regarded him studiously, the lantern's glow catching her hair from behind and haloing her head in copper. "If that's a real concern, then we could always restrain you," she said wickedly, working her hand free so she could touch the tips of his claws lightly. "Maybe it would be fun," she added, not about to be discouraged.
Adrian blinked. "Restrain me? With what?"
Sypha pondered. "I'm sure I could find a spell," she said to him. "Or maybe something silver?"
Trevor cut in, shaking his head firmly in refusal before Adrian could respond. "Sypha, no. Silver is toxic to vampires. It would burn, and scar."
The mage looked to Adrian for confirmation.
"That would be torture," he said, shuddering at the thought. The few times in his life he'd come in contact with silver it had made his flesh burn and smoke and it blistered in seconds. There was nothing fun or playful about that. In fact, he really did not like the idea of being restrained or tied down at all. It was dehumanizing. Some kinds of games that played with control or power or even humiliation were fun, but being tied up crossed a line that he couldn't abide.
"I don't think restraint is something I am comfortable with," he admitted. "After the Hold- the cage- I can't… I can't be trapped anywhere," he said softly, panic rising at the thought of it. The excitement from moments ago was fast dwindling. He closed his eyes and fought the awful anxiety, reminding himself that he was free and that it was only a memory. He was safe.
He felt Sypha's arms encircling him.
"Okay. It's alright, no restraints. No silver."
"Thank you," he said, hugging her close to himself as he buried his face against her and forced the vivid memories away.
Trevor stood up, interrupting the serious spell which had befallen them. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop from his fingers. His breeches sat low on his hips, and the musculature of his torso was clearly visible, the layers of his pectorals, abdominals, and obliques standing out in the light from the lantern. He turned, glancing over his shoulder, blue eyes glinting brightly.
Adrian watched his back as he sauntered towards the blankets, obviously trying to draw attention with his slow, confident motions.
Wielding a whip and a sword for most of his life had left Trevor with highly developed arms and shoulders, and even the musculature of his neck and along the column of his spine stood out, defined and easily identifiable. Adrian felt like he was studying one of his mother's books of anatomy, picking out each grouping of muscle and noting that it was in peak condition. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. Trevor knew exactly what to do to distract him.
"Things are getting far too serious," he pointed out, turning slowly so he stood in profile. "Let's get back to the fun stuff."
He stretched languorously, fingers lacing together as he turned his palms outward, displaying his arms nicely. He relaxed, then hooked his thumbs in the tops of his breeches, catching Adrian's eyes and smiling again as he pushed them down his hips, over his thighs, and off, stepping free.
Naked, his male organ hung partly engorged between his legs, a dark patch of curled hair at its base, his pale thighs standing out in the darkness, and Adrian and Sypha stared hungrily after him. The only thing he was wearing now were his holey wool socks and Adrian's bite at his throat, and the dhampir was overcome by a wave of want that rolled through him and pushed away his worries, leaving in their place a mounting desire for both of his partners. His arms tightened around Sypha in his lap, who was twisted so she could see Trevor's little show.
The hunter relaxed down onto the blankets, leaning lazily back on his elbow as he made a noise of content, fixing them with a simmering blue gaze.
"Look. If it turns out you really can't keep from shredding us when we fuck then we'll talk, but I think it'll be fine," Trevor said nonchalantly, holding Adrian's eyes. "You were just overwhelmed last time, and it will get easier. The last thing you should do is dwell on it. Just relax. Now both of you come here and show me some appreciation. I've got a good buzz on and I don't want to waste it worrying. I'd much rather hear Adrian tell me how much he likes the taste of come."
Sypha erupted into obnoxious laughter when Trevor said that, and Adrian pushed her unceremoniously from his lap with an indignant pout. She fell the short distance to the hay below with a surprised grunt, then sat up, snorting loudly, clearly unperturbed. Adrian did his best to appear miffed, standing pointedly, nose in the air, but he was still terribly drunk and he had to reach out and steady himself, which robbed the gesture of most of its efficacy.
Sypha got to her feet, smiling sweetly at him as she pulled him against her body with an arm around his back. "How many of those ales did you drink?" she asked, looking up to his face.
He tried remember. "Six? Uhm… Trevor kept refilling my cup. I'm not sure."
"Oh it was more than six," Trevor supplied helpfully from his place sprawled enticingly on the blankets. "Who cares? Let's have fun. Take your clothes off."
"Bossy, aren't you?" Sypha remarked, but she was already releasing Adrian so she could unwrap the blue fabric of her robe, which she tossed down before she began on the black dress, slowly pulling it upwards to reveal her smooth white skin. Trevor's eyes followed her closely, and Adrian was held captive by the image, his breeches tenting. It was as if the small interruption of a few minutes ago had never occurred.
Soon Sypha stood fully nude between them, her body wrapped in the light of the lantern and the deep shadows it cast. Adrian reached for her automatically but she went quickly down beside Trevor as a shiver rippled through her and her nipples hardened and stuck straight out. Adrian supposed it must be cold in the barn, but he honestly couldn't tell. He started to pull off his own clothes, forgetting his worries in favour of thinking about how perfect it would be to touch them as he was now – aroused and more than willing to indulge them however they liked.
He shrugged his shirt off and fumbled with his pants, the tight garment a challenge to remove when his balance was so uncharacteristically precarious. Finally he managed and stood nude, looking down at Trevor and Sypha, who beckoned him to join them, patting the bedding where they lay. Trevor was on his side, and Sypha was on her back beside him, her head propped on the hunter's arm.
"Mmm you have such a nice body Adrian," Sypha said to him as he came down to her, her eyes crawling slowly over the expanse of his torso and legs with obvious enjoyment, and lingering on the blonde fan of his hair which was loose around his shoulders.
"So do you," he answered, running his hand over her stomach, brushing boldly over her sex, cupping it. That loose, contented feeling was overtaking him again; he would happily melt against them both without a care in the world.
"Doesn't she?" Trevor interjected, drawing Adrian's eyes. He waggled his brows and grinned. "She's going to look amazing stuffed full of our dicks," he added, trailing his lips along her throat suggestively as he palmed one of her breasts, the nipple poking between his fingers.
He watched Trevor attend the place he would bite if he were going to feed, realizing that the hunter was doing it intentionally, trying to excite him by mimicking feeding behaviour – mouthing, sucking and nipping her neck where Adrian had bitten her before. A twinge of sensation reverberated through his teeth, his mouth watering reflexively. His eyes flashed, and he knew they were shifting to red.
"Mmm, both of you together sounds fun," Sypha mused with a sultry smile, trailing her hand down the center of her own chest between her breasts, along her small belly. "We haven't done that yet."
She covered Adrian's hand with hers, pressing it gently against her pubis. He curled his fingers so they dipped between her folds, finding her damp and ready. He had to be exceedingly careful that his claws didn't so much as graze the delicate tissues, but she guided him to touch her externally, pressing against her more sensitive areas through her lips. He drew the sharp nails in anyhow, just in case they might injure her, but in his present state it was nearly impossible to retract them entirely.
"It feels nice like that," she said huskily and let her legs spread slightly. "It's good to be touched all around, not only in the middle," she explained as she guided his hand to hold her whole sex, and to rub along her skin, her inner thighs, her outer lips. She even made his fingers graze the soft dark red hair between her legs, and he could tell she liked the light touches very much, and that they were making her even wetter; the insides of her thighs were now glistening and slick with her excitement, and it was on his fingers, making them slippery.
He breathed in the scent of her aroused body, pressing himself closer, wanting to simply roll atop her and bury himself inside. He was more than ready for her; he had been ready since he'd pressed her against the barn wall outside. He couldn't keep himself from pressing his fingers carefully deeper into her heat, letting them be coated with her clear moisture until they were thoroughly slickened and he was sliding them ardently over her inner folds.
As he touched her sex, Trevor was still working her breast in his palm and had moved from her throat to kissing her mouth, giving Adrian a perfect view of their tongues sliding along one another and their lips becoming wet and shiny. He could hear her heart thundering behind her ribs. Her hand kept guiding him, showing him how she preferred him to use his fingers, where she liked him to touch. It was making her squirm and gasp into Trevor's mouth. Then she tugged his hand to her face and broke from kissing Trevor to suck her own wetness eagerly from Adrian's fingers.
Trevor and Adrian both watched this, and Adrian saw that Trevor was just as erect as he was, his thick organ sliding in its own moisture against Sypha's other thigh, poking her just as Adrian was. The sight of their cocks both pressing against her from either side made his body tighten and he twitched, seeking friction against Sypha's leg, reveling in the sensation of her hot mouth wrapped around his fingers as she cleaned them. He couldn't decide where to look.
When Sypha was satisfied that his hand was clean she pushed herself to sitting between them, shifting and urging them both down onto their backs so they lay side by side. She knelt over both of them, one of her knees between each of their legs, giving them both a perfect view of her body. Adrian's organ was hardened and arcing over his belly, the tip wet and leaking. Beside him Trevor was the same, his skin darker, his cock a little thicker and bobbing more heavily when his hips moved.
"I've actually never been with two men together, except the things we've already done," Sypha told them. "We should fix that," she purred, bending over Adrian to kiss him, her mouth wet and hot over his, her teeth closing on his lip and sucking suggestively. She teased his fangs and he nipped her reflexively in turn, leaving a tiny wound in her lip. He shivered at the sweet taste of her blood added to their kiss and brought an arm around her, pulling her down onto his body so he could kiss her more thoroughly. Her thigh was pressing over his excitement and he humped against it, thinking that if he could move her just a little he could slide right inside her tight heat.
Eventually she pulled free, then lowered herself over Trevor, kissing his lips just as she had done to Adrian. He loved to watch them kiss, especially so close to him, where he could hear the wet noises their mouths made and see the glistening beads of sweat on their skin, and of course everything was faintly perfumed with the hint of blood that lingered, which only served to further undo him.
Trevor's hand grasped Sypha's small breast roughly and Adrian saw the way her thighs clenched and she rubbed herself against him – he would have to remember how much she liked to be touched that way. Trevor was always grabbing her there and she never protested. All of them were breathing heavily when Trevor finally released her from the kiss, and her lips were wet.
She sat back and encircled each of their pricks – one in each hand – sliding her palms over them in unison.
It felt so good to be touched, and Adrian's hips bucked as he was grasped and stroked. He was mesmerized by the picture of his cock and Trevor's both being played simultaneously. He could see that his own was slightly longer, standing a little taller than the hunter's, but Sypha's hand was stretched wider around Trevor, to accommodate his additional girth. He was impatient, and horny, and his voice betrayed him. He moaned, tossing under her fingers, thrusting himself against her, wanton.
"Which one of you should I ride first?" she asked as she thumbed the heads of their cocks casually. "And which one of you wants my mouth?"
Adrian needed to let his his brain catch up with the rest of his body, and by the time he managed to formulate a response Trevor had already grabbed Sypha by the hips like she weighed nothing and pulled her onto his lap.
"You're ridin' me first," he told her, sheathing himself in one smooth motion.
Sypha had apparently not been expecting this and her mouth contorted in an expression Adrian hadn't seen her make before, a truly debauched and base scowl of enjoyment. She put her hands on Trevor's chest to brace herself as she adjusted to suddenly being full of his formidable length.
Trevor lifted Sypha slowly, and Adrian sat up so he could see clearly how Trevor's darkened, hardened erection slid out of her center, slicked in her wetness. He could hear it, the sound of her moisture squelching when he moved. He studied the way her petite figure stretched to accommodate the girth, and a generous bead of precome leaked from his own organ in answer, making a thin clear trail as it dripped toward his abdomen.
His head was so fogged that he was left sitting there rather dumbly, just staring while his dick throbbed in the open air.
Trevor slid free of her and quickly they shuffled around, Sypha getting onto her hands and knees, and Trevor sitting back on his haunches, lining himself up behind her and yanking her back onto his cock once more with a grunt. Adrian was a little dazed, until Sypha's hand on his arm pulled him back to himself.
"Sweetheart, come here, I'm going to blow you," she said to him, and he quite suddenly realized that he hadn't been left out and hurriedly moved onto his knees, sitting back, his cock springing eagerly before him. Trevor was still within her, but he allowed them a chance to arrange themselves.
Sypha grasped Adrian by his base and urged him closer. He did as he was bidden, moving until she could reach him with her mouth. Then she braced her hand on his thigh and licked the tip of his erection, making him jerk automatically in reaction. He saw Trevor watching them, a flush on his cheeks and chest. He had his hands on Sypha's hips, and was gripping her tightly, keeping her in the position he wanted.
Adrian studied the expanse of Sypha's back, the rounded rise of her rear, and the faint bumps and dips along her spine. He could see the ridges of a few of her ribs sticking out a little each time she inhaled. He touched her, appreciating her softness beneath his hand, then he forgot it as his cock was taken fully into her mouth, wrapped in wet heat with her tongue laving along the underside.
Trevor chose that moment to move, pulling Sypha more fully onto him. She hummed her pleasure, and took Adrian more deeply, going so far that he felt like he was touching her throat. Wouldn't she choke? Didn't she need to breathe? He knew he wasn't exactly small – his organ seemed obscene as he watched her lips stretch to accommodate it. She played him with her tongue whenever she withdrew, and soon he was slicked in her saliva and her face was wet with it. She nuzzled his cock, loving it, then swallowed him again.
Trevor moving inside her was making her oral efforts stilted and a little choppy, the force of him fucking into her making it hard for her to keep from choking on the length in her mouth. Adrian couldn't tear his eyes away.
He studied her flushed face and her watering eyes and was nearly afraid to move in case he hurt her or made her gag, but in the same breath she was fantastic at this is he wanted to grip her by the hair and push per perfect soft mouth more fully onto him. He felt her exhaling heavily through her nose when she could manage to breathe, the warmth of it tickling his skin.
Trevor began to snap his hips forward into her. Adrian could feel the movement through her body; her hand tightened on his leg and her fingertips dug into the skin of his thigh. He heard her making little noises every time he struck her deepest parts. Before long a sort of rhythm developed, and Adrian was paying far less attention to the little details, and was focused entirely on the sensation of having his dick completely surrounded by heat and wet.
Trevor's hand found Adrian's shoulder and dragged him closer, and then they were kissing with Sypha pinned between them, impaled twice over. It was a sloppy, drunken kiss, and both of them were thoroughly distracted by Sypha's quivering and her pleasured moans. The vibrations left Adrian twitching helplessly, trying to restrain himself from thrusting too hard into her, lest her hurt her with his strength.
Trevor bit his lip sharply and Adrian growled into his mouth, excited by it, biting back until there was once again blood between them. He was getting used to this – to blood in their kiss, and he felt his orgasm building as Sypha began to falter, hardly able to maintain her ministrations when she was being fucked from both ends. Mostly now she was mewling in helpless ecstasy and she started begging Trevor to fuck her harder, her hand jerking Adrian's cock whenever she couldn't manage to get her mouth around him properly.
Adrian's chest was slicked in sweat and he parted from Trevor's mouth, eyes locking on the red that rimmed his lips and his brain fogged by the scent and taste of blood there. He looked down to see Sypha brace herself on the blankets with one hand and use her other to grasp him by the base, then she angled her head for better access, still letting out strangled mewls of enjoyment as Trevor continued to thrust into her. Sypha looked up at him, her huge blue eyes watery and hazed over, barely focused, tears streaming from them, and she took him completely into her mouth, watching him the whole time.
It was such a perfect vision that Adrian's testicles tightened and then heat exploded through his body, his balls, his cock, and he was shooting ropes of white into Sypha's throat as he tangled his hands in her hair. Not a drop was lost when he spilled into her, his eyes falling closed, hips jerking once and nearly causing her to choke. He wanted badly to sink his fangs into something as was natural to him in that moment, but he settled for gritting his teeth together.
Sypha panted her exertion when she finally released him, lovingly licking along his oversensitive cock and looking a dazed. Adrian was nearly dizzy, breathless. Trevor watched this entire process with evident enjoyment, and when Sypha slipped her mouth off of Adrian he leaned over her and pressed her chest and face against the blankets with one muscular arm, gripping her by the back of the neck as he angled her hips up to meet his quickening thrusts.
Adrian saw her face redden, heard her wheeze when Trevor pressed his weight onto her and started to hammer into her unforgivingly. Her expression twisted and he thought she was in pain, then he realized she loved it, and that her thighs were squeezing, she was reflexively trying to close her legs as Trevor fucked her faster.
"T-Trev- mmm- I'm close- unnhhhhmmmm…" she whined, riding out her pleasure, her body suddenly going rigid. Her hands were still on Adrian's thighs and she scratched him sharply, though her dull nails could not break his skin. Trevor was breathing heavily behind her, close to his own end. He pressed her harder against the blankets, his hand tight on the back of her neck as he thrust into her once more and strained, grunting and spending himself, pulling free just as he exploded between her thighs then allowed himself to sag atop her, crushing her beneath his weight. The sound of laboured breathing filled the loft.
Trevor only rested for a moment, catching his breath and sliding his dick indulgently between Sypha's slicked thighs. Then he rolled off of her onto his back, still panting, his hand searching for Adrian's and squeezing lightly.
"Fuck," Trevor said breathlessly after a moment, his lips – stained by his own blood from Adrian's bite – tilting in a tired smile. "That was… wow," he tried, his chest still rising and falling with his deepened breaths.
"Mmm," came Sypha's voice, barely managing to make the small utterance at all. She was languid as she lay exactly where Trevor had pushed her down, still on her stomach, ass in the air, her head turned to the side with a completely stupefied, satisfied look on her face. Her cheeks were wet from her eyes watering, and still reddened, and the small hairs around her face were plastered to it with sweat. Her back was shiny with it.
Adrian studied them both appreciatively. He was still excited, and still wanted more, even though they all needed a moment to recover. The smell of sex, sweat, and ale was strong, hovering around them like a miasma. He brushed a lock of Sypha's hair from her eyes. She looked up at him blearily, her face the picture of contentment. Trevor patted her ass.
"You gotta give her a sec to get her head working after that," he said. "Bet she can't even make a whole sentence right now."
As if in protest, Sypha mumbled something at him. "Mm. Lotta dick," she said and Adrian realized that Trevor was completely right and he patted her like Trevor had, smiling to himself. He moved her so she was lying beside Trevor on her back and she was totally complacent in his arms, like a limp noodle. The hunter pulled her against his side and kissed the top of her head.
"That's right Syph. Lotta dick. Just rest up for a minute," he suggested, and she mumbled again and snuggled against his shoulder.
Trevor winked at Adrian and he found himself blushing hotly, and staring at the mess that decorated his cock and thighs. He warmed, urged froward perhaps by his drunkenness, and perhaps by a simple desire to give service and pleasure.
He crawled between Trevor's legs and bent, inhaling, feeling a strange burning shame rolled together with excitement as he opened his mouth and began to lick away the cooling mess there, tainted with sweat and the scent of testicles. Adrian passed his tongue over the skin on Trevor's thighs, pushing his legs open so he could get everything, eagerly licking away Sypha's taste and the hunter's spend.
There was no complaint, and he felt them both watching him do this odd, rather unseemly thing, which he could not deny made something inside him tingle with satisfaction. Trevor's hand threaded into his hair, and Adrian looked up as he was licking the taste of Sypha from his softening cock, meeting the hard blue of the man's eyes.
Trevor traced his lower lip with his thumb, and Adrian kissed it and let his face be cupped by the roughened palm, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. "Did you want to- uh… can you do a little bite?" Trevor said, working out the right words.
He nodded, his eyes tingeing red as he opened them again, his heart kicking up in delighted anticipation.
Sypha had rolled against Trevor, her arm around his chest, and she was watching this exchange between the men, slowly tracing small patterns over Trevor's pectoral with her fingertip. Adrian could smell her, and Trevor all over her still, and he was torn between continuing to clean with his mouth, or taking the offer to bite for pleasure, which is clearly what Trevor meant by 'little bite.'
He didn't want to leave Sypha as she was – still messy and recovering her faculties, her heart rate not yet totally calmed. He opted to tend to her first, shifting so he was in between her legs, and beginning to lap away the now cool mess that painted her core and folds and the white flesh of her inner thighs.
Adrian found abandon, licking and cleaning her until no trace of Trevor's come remained and the skin was perfectly smooth, if a little damp from his tongue and the continual moisture which still slicked her most private places. Adrian loved it here between her legs. He liked to do it to both of them, but he had to admit that he was completely enamoured with the way Sypha's body was made, her tiny mound with its soft nest of neat auburn curls which smelled divine, and was impossibly hot and slick, seemingly always ready for his mouth, or his hand, or his prick. He didn't have to worry so much about his teeth, which were rather in the way when he tried to service Trevor orally, although he loved to do that too.
He felt Trevor's hand in his hair again and moving along his back as he buried his face against Sypha and began to press his tongue into her, and to slide it along her slit, gently passing over the small spot that made her gasp and made her thighs tighten on either side of his head, her hands tangling into his hair. Was it too soon? Did she need time to recover still? He wanted her while everything was fresh and she was still stretched open and her sex was inflamed with blood and arousal.
"That feels amazing," she said, her voice thick, and he was encouraged to continue. He began to touch her, well aware of his claws, and trying to be careful of them as he traced the perfect skin on her thighs, passing over the temptation of the artery in her leg, which still bore the faint remnants of his first bite.
That was enough to bring his arousal back. The mix of her taste and seeing it there – a small pink scar, just two tiny, careful divots where his teeth had sunk in before. He kissed the spot, sucked a large, dark hickey into it, and swallowed when his mouth watered with want.
As he worshiped Sypha – because that is exactly what he was doing – he was aware of Trevor sitting up and moving behind him, running his hands along the length of his back and over his rear, then dipping between his legs, stroking the backs of them teasingly and distracting him from what he was doing. Trevor's fingers played lightly over him, tracing his testicles, taint, and trailing over his opening, and Adrian stiffened, remembering the sensation of their coupling, and the way it had rendered him completely open and nearly helpless. He shivered, grazing his teeth over Sypha's skin and feeling the answering curl of her fingers in his hair.
"Go ahead love," she said to him, spreading her legs further so he could access a good spot to pierce her with his fangs. He blushed all over when Trevor touched him again, hand lingering longer over the tightened ring between his cheeks, and he rested his forehead against Sypha's leg, distracted by the attention.
"I wanna fuck you while you eat her pussy," Trevor said to him, and he swallowed, pressing back onto the finger, indicating that he was more than willing to be taken that way. Sypha would see – she would see him laid bare, opened and completely submitting, and he could kiss her sex and taste her and even press his teeth into her while it happened, and all of that sounded perfect to him.
"You can drink first," Sypha suggested, stroking his hair more sweetly. "While Trev gets you ready," she added, and Trevor must have found the pot of lubricant they had used before, because a coated finger was being pressed against him, spreading the melting substance between his cheeks and dipping into his hole. He squirmed at the feeling, the vulnerability of it, the knowledge that Sypha and Trevor could both see the way his face contorted as he was touched in a deeply private place.
And Adrian, too willing and drunk to bother being ashamed, acquiesced eagerly and let Trevor ready him far more easily than the first time.
There was almost no pain; the slight sharpness when Trevor's finger sank in was barely worth registering, especially as he began to search for a good place to bite, wanting very much to taste blood now that it had been freely offered. He glanced at Sypha with reddened eyes, his fangs glistering with wetness, tingling with the sensation of the air passing over them in their aroused state. Sypha smiled at him and nodded slightly and Adrian bit her inner thigh superficially, not allowing his teeth to go deep enough to reach the big artery.
This was a New Thing. Feeding, but not from necessity. Rather it was for no other reason than pleasure and indulgence, and it was offered freely. He might have felt guilty before – no, he would have felt guilty before – but he didn't now. He just felt good, and loved.
"Ah," Sypha winced and tightened with discomfort, but she soon relaxed, leaning her head back and twisting her fingers in Adrian's hair again. "That's not nearly as painful as your deeper bites," she noted, and Adrian sucked the two punctures, finding that little blood spilled from them, but he still enjoyed the taste of it on his tongue, and allowed himself to luxuriate in sucking the surrounding flesh red and purple with his mouth. Pleasure flared, and Trevor took this opportunity to add a second finger inside of him, which made Adrian groan into Sypha.
He was very hard again, dripping, and ready. He did not typically need very long to recover from orgasm, and the attention and blood cut that time even shorter. Before long he was pushing back impatiently onto Trevor's fingers and taking them into himself as deeply as he could, feeling that delicious, full-body shiver build whenever Trevor brushed and rubbed the place that he'd touched before – the one which made him feel like he was coming when he was only growing more excited, and hard enough that his cock was like stone between his legs, leaking and dribbling a helpless mess onto the blanket.
His teeth broke Sypha's skin again as Trevor worked him – a shallow scrape in the already abused place he'd been sucking at – and she squeaked, reminding him that it hurt. He kissed her thigh apologetically and mouthed the bite, purring when he pulled back and took in the sight of her perfect white thigh covered in darkening hickeys and the four harmless, shallow wounds left by his teeth. His body felt warm and loose and he was deliriously happy.
"Sypha," he said, finding his voice low and rough. "Is it okay?" he asked her, wanting to be sure he wasn't overstepping his bounds. Her fingers softened in his hair and she met his eyes.
"Yeah, it's alright," she said, "Mmmm, your eyes are so pretty like that," she told him, touching his cheek.
He shied, knowing she meant his reddened, vampire eyes. "Really? It's not… disconcerting?" he asked, a little embarrassed. He never appeared less human than when his eyes were fully coloured, the sclerae entirely red and even his irises sometimes changed if the excitement was especially intense. Add to that his long claws and the mess of her blood that stained his lips and teeth, and he knew he would terrify most humans with a single glance, even if he was in the process of taking Trevor's fingers halfway up his ass and shuddering in abject pleasure every time the hunter moved them.
She shook her head. "No," she smiled, "Nothing like that. You're beautiful," she said, and Trevor moved his hand, once more brushing that place inside him that made his toes curl, and he moaned and moved his hips, wishing for some friction around his cock. His claws dug sharply into the blankets and he drew a ragged, beleaguered breath, leaning against Sypha to try and gather himself as he felt the delicious tendrils of heat wrap around him and begin to pull him apart.
Trevor slowly eased his fingers free and Adrian whined and looked back, momentarily confused.
"Miss me already?" he teased, giving Adrian a pinch on the rear. He jumped and glared in reproach. Trevor patted his ass in mock apology. "Turn over," he said, and Adrian laved Sypha's thigh once more before acquiescing and turning so he lay on his back with his legs spread, his dick slapping his belly heavily when he did so. Trevor was coating himself in lubricant, and he pressed Adrian's legs open wider, encouraging him to bend his knees to give him better access, which he did without resistance.
Adrian watched Trevor slick himself, thinking of last time, knowing it would hurt, but also knowing that it would only be for a moment, and the more relaxed he was the slighter the pain would be.
Relaxation was not hard to summon at present. His body was pliant, willing, and he let out a soft breath, finding Sypha's fingers twining with his own.
"You ready for me?" Trevor asked him, squeezing his own cock at the base, displaying it fully engorged and thickened with his excitement.
"Ready," Adrian said quickly, his thighs quivering with anticipation. He knew it was going to feel impossible, especially at first. He couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"Good. I can't wait to feel you again," Trevor told him as he positioned himself and pressed to Adrian's opening, sliding along the line of his crevice, teasing the sensitive hole until Adrian was whimpering for more. He pushed against Adrian's center, the dull, wide head of his cock stretching it a little at a time, then he applied pressure until he pushed past the ring of muscle there and Adrian writhed from the sensation and finally hid his face against Sypha, who told him again that he was beautiful and bent to pepper him with sweet little kisses all over his face and hair.
It was easier this time. The pain was sharp, but far less than before, and Adrian was not afraid, and not uncomfortable. He wanted this. He loved it, and he felt his body accommodating Trevor as he sank slowly in, then withdrew and returned, going deeper. He repeated this, stretching Adrian and filling him a little more with each in-stroke.
It made the blonde sweat and paw the blankets blindly even as he searched for Sypha and tried to pull her closer, speaking incoherently. His eyes were wet and glassy, his face burning with a delicious kind of shame, a good shame that flared when he finally managed to look at Sypha as Trevor sank into his body.
"Uhhnn… mmmm… f-fuck," he mumbled, thinking that they could both see, they both knew; he was totally, willingly, powerless. He was being unwound, impaled, rent perfectly asunder.
Trevor touched his chest, drawing his attention, making him still. "Hey," he said gently, and Adrian came back to himself, his eyes clearing slightly, though he was still being overwhelmed by sensation. Trevor felt huge inside him, just like before, and it was so intimate, so much.
"T-Trevor," he said in a raw whisper, closing his eyes and keening when Trevor pushed deeper.
He knew he was making an obscene noise of pleasure, something like a groan rolled together with a whine that dropped lower as his partner occupied his deepest place, the walls of his body wrapped snugly around the hunter's cock. The fit was so tight, so perfect. He had no way of describing how closely connected he felt like this.
"Ready for Syph?" Trevor asked him, shifting, pulling slightly out only to sink back inside, finding that delicious place that made Adrian feel like he was coming apart at the seams. He could feel his hips twitching, and Trevor had his hands under Adrian's knees, pushing them up so his ass rose a little and gave the perfect angle for Trevor to stroke him where it felt best. The hunter's hair was falling in his eyes. His chest was reddened, glistening and damp. Adrian nearly forgot to respond to his question.
"Y-yes. Please," Adrian answered, swallowing and watching the Sypha move beside him. She straddled his chest first, letting him feel the wet heat of her against his skin, and Adrian fisted the shredded remains of the blankets in his hands.
The damage wrought by his mouth was blatantly displayed on her opened thigh, superficial and so fresh that he could see her blood seeping freely from his bites, and the bruises hadn't yet come fully to the skin, but were blooming beneath it a little at a time. It was such an erotic image for him that it stole his breath. He shuddered and felt a surge in his cock and Trevor's thickness was sliding inside his body, stretching his passage, which quivered and contracted as he looked on Sypha's thigh and her leaking opening, displayed right in front of his face.
He wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be a remnant from another lifetime when his body was his own and not an instrument of enjoyment for his lovers to play at their leisure. He moved his mouth, his tongue, showed his teeth, and finally just relented and lay still, too overwhelmed to communicate, and knowing that he may only be capable of whimpering and moaning anyhow.
Trevor shifted again inside him, sinking finally to his full depth, and tears collected at the corners of Adrian's eyes, leaking down the sides of his face into his ears and hair. He couldn't really explain the tears, even to himself. It was so much at once; he was very drunk and he felt so many things together and the tears simply came of their own accord, like his soul was overflowing.
Sypha bent and kissed them tenderly away, touching his face and shoulders with gentle fingers, and Trevor stroked Adrian's forearms, urging him to relax his hands, which were balled tightly into fists, still clutching the blanket like a lifeline.
"Adrian, it's alright," Sypha said to him in a very soft voice, still touching him in the same way. "We've got you."
Trevor followed the outline of one fist until Adrian finally gave up and opened his hand. He laced their fingers together.
"Just relax," he urged, peering around Sypha from one side, having stilled his movements. His face was flushed, and his hair was damp with sweat "Do you want to stop?"
He inhaled deeply, but he couldn't seem to answer the question. He couldn't seem to think in whole and complete thoughts, but he absolutely did not want to give up the incredible connection he was experiencing in the moment. He squeezed Trevor's hand, shaking his head.
"We love you," Sypha told him and bent to kiss him.
Her lips were perfectly soft, and he felt her tongue along the seam of his mouth, asking him to open to her. He did, and she dipped her tongue in, letting it slide over his, kissing him slowly.
When she pulled free Adrian was lulled. He felt soft all over, so full and fucked and wonderful, and he was more than ready to taste her between her legs again.
"Want you," he told her, the words simple because it was all he could muster, and she obliged him, moving until she was in the right position, then she lowered her opening over his mouth and nose and covered him. The scent was immediately everywhere, and her heat was exceptional. He groaned into her, letting her smother him, his hands fumbling for her thighs.
He began to lick her center eagerly, sucking her nether lips and playing them with his tongue, finding the spot she liked and feathering over it quickly and lightly. She moved atop him, grounding herself onto his face, and Adrian moaned, and the moan was swallowed by her body. Her sweet moisture coated his chin, his lips, and he quietly reveled in the whole experience.
Trevor was grasping his thighs as he began to move again, thick length sliding out a few inches, then deliciously back inside, over and over, until Adrian was barely aware of himself at all. He felt like he didn't exist, like he was personified by the sensation of being stretched, filled, and superbly suffocated at the same time, and any last traces of anxiety inside him evaporated as he found a sense of safety and elation in simple submission, relaxing every part of himself and letting them touch him and make him feel good.
He didn't let his claws do any harm. He made his mouth a velvet-soft tool of pleasure, not allowing his sharp teeth to so much as graze the delicate tissues of Sypha's sex. He had her moaning and mewling atop him, and it felt like she was riding his face. Fucking it. Like Trevor was fucking his ass. All he had to do was submit, to oblige them. It was divine. He'd finally found the perfect way that all of them could fit together. Every breath was laden with the scent of Sypha's core and his ears were full with the sounds of their bodies together, Trevor's testicles slapping against his skin when he drove inside, and all of their laboured breathing mingled into one sound.
Adrian's cock throbbed between them, slapping his stomach every time Trevor thrust inside him. He wanted contact there, wanted to be stroked, but he didn't want to spoil the consummate sensation of being joined with them both. He loved Sypha's hands on his hair. He loved the way her fingers curled against his scalp when his tongue moved faster than a human's could to pleasure her and soon she was cresting atop him and squeezing his head tightly with her thighs, bucking hard against his face. He slowed his tongue, lapping gently at the renewed moisture that flooded her after her orgasm. Trevor pushed his legs wider, and he was thrusting into him with greater speed, the whole length of his dick sliding perfectly over the secret place inside Adrian's body that consumed him with pleasure.
"Trev, one second," Sypha said between pants.
Adrian barely heard her, was only dimly aware of her speaking at all, as most of his mind was being used to appreciate how good he felt in the moment. He was confused when she suddenly left him, the cold air on his face an unwelcome and harsh contrast to being smothered in her warmth, but all she did was switch directions, then she was back atop him, and Adrian found himself looking at her from behind instead of gazing up along her body at her perfect breasts. It was different, yet not unwelcome. He would worship any part of her, although he had not expected this.
She lowered her sopping sex over his face again and draped herself over his body, engulfing his ignored erection with her mouth. Her breasts were crushing against his stomach and Adrian was dragged to some new and previously unimagined level of enjoyment as Trevor moved within him, and he found he could see the tight little hole between Sypha's cheeks which he'd never much thought of before.
He remembered Trevor telling him that they'd experimented with anal sex together, and Adrian grew impossibly hard thinking of it, imagining Sypha being stretched open like Trevor was presently doing to him. He thought about both of them inside her together at the same time, her tiny figure absolutely filled by their two cocks, one behind, and one in her sex, and probably they'd be able to feel each other inside her, too.
He moaned into Sypha's slit and traced his finger between her cheeks and over the small hole, teasing it lightly. He felt her hips jerk in answer, so he pressed his finger more firmly over the same spot, and he heard her groan, and saw her shift so he had better access. She began to suck him in earnest, her velvet mouth coating him with saliva, her tongue swirling around the head of his erection as she bobbed over it, gripping him firmly by the base.
"Syph you look amazing with his cock in your mouth like that," he heard Trevor tell her.
She and Trevor fell into a rhythm together – when he pulled out of Adrian she was all lips and tongue around his glans, and when Trevor thrust in again Sypha had Adrian's cock against the back of her throat, nearly gagging on him. He realized that at this angle he was going much deeper into her, actually he was in her throat, his dick was sliding all the way in until the fine gold hairs on his pubis touched her chin and she was not protesting in the slightest. She even cupped his testicles in one hand, rolling them lightly in her fingers.
This, in combination with Trevor stretching him and moving deeper and harder and faster was quickly pushing him toward completion and he was moaning aloud, barely able to lick Sypha anymore because he was gasping for breath, sucking in air in ragged lungfuls. He was grasping her thighs for dear life, trying simultaneously to sink himself back onto Trevor and get deeper into Sypha's hot mouth, but they had him at their mercy and he could only coast along as they worked him between them.
He was completely yielding, brooking absolutely no resistance, barely registering more than the fact that every part of him was buzzing with sensation. It was building and now Trevor was striking that place inside him perfectly with every stroke and Adrian could hear him grunting low in exertion and enjoyment.
"Jesus you are tight. You're fucking perfect," he growled, his voice barely recognizable for its roughness.
Trevor kept fucking against him and Adrian felt like he couldn't take it, he was burning, his skin was afire, and he felt so full that he didn't know how to wrap his mind around it. He was going to burst. Then Trevor was pushing deep into him and he grunted something sub-vocal and Adrian felt him come, knew it by the way his fingers dug at his spread legs and how he thrust hard one last time and stayed there as he pumped Adrian full of his seed. He could feel the heat of it filling him.
Sypha's legs clamped against his head and he felt her cresting as well, but he could barely acknowledge it because he was blanking, seeing nothing, like he'd been jolted from himself.
He couldn't hold back. He jerked, his body tensed all over as he spilled into Sypha's throat, his body wracked with spasms of pleasure that rolled through him powerfully, and left him a trembling mess, panting rapidly. He tasted his own blood – he'd actually cut himself on his fangs, though it was healing already. He smoothed a weak hand along Sypha's rear with affection, his body limp and still zinging with aftershocks, Trevor still inside him as well. The hunter was draped rather haphazardly atop them, trying to catch his breath.
Sypha was panting too, a fresh infusion of her wetness soaking Adrian's chin and cheeks. He licked her folds and she jerked in answer. "Whoa, really sensitive," she said in a wavering voice.
Adrian had loved everything he'd done with them before, but all of this was simply more. He was floating on a fluffy pink cloud, soft all over and completely satisfied. He felt Trevor slipping out of his body and he let his legs fall back to a more natural position; they flopped down, boneless.
He purred, absently kissing Sypha's thighs, licking the small wounds he'd made with reverence. She was slumped over him, her head on his hip and her knees on either side of his head, her leaking entrance right in his face. Trevor came to lie beside him, his body sweaty and limp.
The three of them laid in a motionless pile, totally spent. Adrian drifted on his pink cloud, not a single thought in his head. Even though it was finished, he still felt a sense of being full, as though his sudden emptiness made it more apparent just how much space Trevor had taken up inside him. Now that he was no longer wrapped around it he was somehow even more aware of it – a sort of loose openness. He wanted to touch himself there to feel if he was in fact visibly stretched. The mere thought was delicious.
Eventually, Sypha stirred. She rearranged herself so she was lying the normal way on Adrian, letting her head fall on his shoulder, her hand reaching for Trevor and laying over his breast. She sought an unshredded portion of the blanket to pull over them and relaxed, kissing Adrian's jaw before laying her head over his chest.
Trevor snuggled closer. He threw his leg over Adrian's, and his arm over he and Sypha. He felt Trevor's lips meet his halfheartedly, but he let his eyes close and he slept, and so did they.
They shared a short nap together, perhaps ten minutes.
Adrian was roused by Sypha moving on top of him. He groaned, needing a moment to remember where he was.
He was still a little drunk, though it was less. He was entirely relaxed, thoroughly fucked, but also sticky and damp and for a moment he was confused, then he knew Trevor and Sypha were against him and remembered being completely, willingly at their mercy. He remembered perfectly the sensation of having Sypha on his face, her taste in his mouth as she took him into her throat, and Trevor inside him, going so deeply that Adrian felt as though they were fusing together.
It had been euphoric, and within the experience was a silent thing that had occurred which Adrian could not fully comprehend, even now. Something had transpired in the course of their coupling. He'd found a new kind of freedom. He'd given in to them, totally, and that moment of surrender had been sublime.
He felt Sypha kissing him – a shower of little touches of her lips over his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks – and Trevor was rubbing her back while he breathed against Adrian's neck. He didn't really want to move yet. He was still overcome with it all, and basking in the afterglow, although he did want to at least wipe his face, which he did with a corner of the blanket.
He slid one arm around Sypha and tangled his fingers into her hair, letting his eyes close again. He felt her breath deepening; she was falling asleep on his chest.
It was Trevor who shifted onto an elbow a few minutes later so he could look into Adrian's sleepy gold eyes and carefully stroke his face with his knuckles. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice very low and sweet.
Adrian closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. He felt Trevor dipping to kiss him.
It was undemanding, gentle, their mouths sliding together in a familiar dance, tongues connecting. Trevor prodded his fangs, offering, and Adrian accepted, just savouring it between them, letting it work into him, nourish him. He broke away, feeling exhaustion pulling at him. He could hardly stay awake to kiss anymore. He licked the red from his lips, brushing his nose against Trevor's jaw.
"I'm so tired," he whispered, already feeling himself drifting.
"We wore you out," Trevor smiled, brushing a few hairs from his face. "Just close your eyes. I love you."
Adrian's eyes were already closed.
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A/N: Welp, that was my first crack at writing a threesome. I never really considered how many different combinations there can be between three people! So many tabs and slots to play with... jeeze. I think I'll have to write a few more of these to get them out of my system.
Please let me know what you thought, and also I am listening if anyone has requests. I like to write Adrian very sub, but I could mix that up sometimes. I'm not a believer in fast and hard 'roles.' Sex is reciprocal, experimental, and evolves over time.
