I only apologise for it not being longer
Steven blushed, his gaze drawn to the sight before him, his breathing hitched, his dick hard and throbbing within his jeans. He had never seen such a beautiful sight before, sure he'd had fantasies, wet dreams and more; being single for so long you had to make do. Now the real thing was before him and he didn't think he could get enough, his cheeks flushed as his mouth hung slightly agape. His form stood in the mirror, curious, hungry and lustful; unable to tear his eyes away, wishing more than anything he could get closer. Watching Marc and Layla from within the mirror, watching his hands roam her skin, imagining what she must feel like. He could see how beautiful she was up close, the most alluring creature he had ever beheld. Her flushed cheeks, the sweat running down her skin, her voice, begging, hitching and whining for Marc. Every touch, every caress, every gesture, driving her further over the edge to ecstasy. Her reactions, her shudders, the way she bit her lip and threw back her head making her curls bounce. Arching her back, her chest heaving, hooded eyes clouded and lustful, her breasts bouncing and heaving for air. Gripping Marc's hair as she encouraged him further, teaching and encouraging him where to go, what felt best. Marc's face buried between her legs, devouring her like a man starved, his eyes dark and dominant, his lips glistening with her juices. Her nectar on their tongue, drunk on the taste of her, Steven would never forget this moment, burned into his memory.
"She looks beautiful" Steven mumbled from within the system, wishing he could touch her. He'd never wanted to swap places with Marc more than he did right now. But he patiently waited until it was his turn.
Marc smirked, of course Steven would feel that way, he had feelings for Layla too. They'd moved past the moment where Steven kissed her in the desert, realising that Layla loved them both differently for different reasons. They shared her and she adored both of them, Steven helping to repair her relationship with Marc and Marc encouraging and teaching Steven on how to be a good partner to Layla. Of course Layla was beautiful, he'd known that from the moment they met, intellect and looks; she was unlike any woman he'd ever met before. He knew Layla better than anyone and Steven was just getting a glimpse into the kind of woman she was. He continued to lick her, arousing more reactions from her, watching her squirm and holding her in place, his tongue deep inside of her, knowing how much she loved it. Making her moan louder, her voice filling the room, he could feel she was reaching her peak, she was close.
"M... Marc... Marc" Layla gasped desperately, he seemed needier tonight, more aggressive, tearing down her walls and driving her insane. She could feel her legs trembling, that delightful coil forming in her stomach, her body fluttering as she got closer and closer. She soon shuddered, arching her back like a snake as her body trembled, tilting back her head as she screamed silently. Lights flashing behind her eyes as her vision turned white, her juices pouring from between her legs, sticky and satisfied by her husbands tongue. The feeling was ethereal, like an out of body delight she would never get sick of.
Marc smiled, a smug satisfaction filling him, licking her clean, watching her shiver and gasp, recovering. Watching her closely, before slowly settling, kissing her inner thigh affectionately "hey sweetheart" he cooed. It was a rare moment he saw Layla speechless, wondering if she was too hazy to speak, content to rest on her thighs and admire would happily lay here and just enjoy the ambience of being close to her.
Layla stared at him hazily, her eyes still clouded from her orgasm, her husband tenderly rested on her thighs admiring her. Before a cheeky twinkle appeared in her eyes, a sudden adrenaline high summoning her supernatural strength blessed by Tawaret. She gripped his collar, flipping him backwards onto the bed, looming over him like a wolf about to devour him. Pushing him backwards, catching him off guard, he wasn't the only person who got to have fun. She stared into his stunned eyes with a sense of coyness "Hey yourself" she teased, her voice still breathy.
Steven blushed, pressing himself against the glass for a closer look, he couldn't get enough. Layla had flipped Marc, taking control after he believed he was the one calling the shots. Pinning him under her using the strength bestowed upon her as the Avatar to Tawaret. Watching her humble him, tease him and catch him off guard, his eyes wide and dilated, focused on the scene before him. Layla looked like a lioness about to pounce, about to devour Marc whole, completely at her mercy, watching her loom over him with a charming smile. Steven imagined her looking at him like that, on his knees as he knelt before her, willingly giving into her. His mummy kink fully activated, wishing more than anything he was in Marc's place. Stunned into silence as desire raged through him, embarrassingly hard.
Marc smirked as his wife climbed atop him, straddling his hips as she watched him in amusement. His hands slowly climbing her thighs as he felt her skin beneath his hands, caressing her and encouraging her. She crawled upwards, cupping his cheeks to kiss him passionately, her fingers delicately tangled in his black curls, the taste of herself on his lips. He knew Steven was begging, desperate to be the centre of attention, peeking in on their fun and wishing he could be involved."Y'know, Steven's enjoying the show" Marc smirked between kisses.
Layla smirked against his lips, she knew how submissive Steven could be, she had experience in that area. She loved teasing him, praising him and how obedient he was. But more so she adored how sweet, tentative and gentle he was. But the idea of Steven watching them now, watching in on this display, made her even wetter "Is he now?" she teased.
Marc leaned into her ear to whisper, so Steven couldn't hear, knowing it would be eating him up inside "How about we let him have a little fun?" he suggested.
Steven blinked hazily, coming to as his mind was a fog, his eyes adjusting to the lighting in the room. He wondered what had happened, if it was all over, what he had missed. All he remembered was watching Marc and Layla getting steamy, observing them from within the mirror. Before he saw Marc and Layla kissing before Marc gave him control, silently withdrawing into their body and letting Steven come out. Confused as to why he was fronting, wondering if Marc was tired and just wanted to rest. As he tried to move he then realised he was cuffed to the bed, unable to move; surprise and confusion filling him as he realised he must have been bound. Ok that was new, he and Layla had experimented with many things but not this before.
"Hey Steven" Marc's voice echoed in their mind, his voice teased amusement and yet was soothing. Trying to keep him calm and reminding him he wasn't alone.
"Wha..." Steven asked in confusion, what was happening and what wasn't Marc telling him?
"You're welcome" Marc smirked, this would be a night he would remember for a long time. He had been jealous, watching them lustfully and wishing he could take his place. Well, his wish had been granted.
Steven deviated his gaze, wondering what was occurring, adjusting to the room around him, his eyes roaming the room. Trying to find the answers he craved, before he saw Layla sat on his hips, playfully smirking at him. She'd climbed atop him, smiling wolfishly with a mischievous look in her eye, she gently placed her hands atop his chest, before lowering herself onto Steven, her velvety walls taking him all. Steven groaned deeply at the feel of her, the sensations were wonderful, suddenly realising why Marc let him front. This was the best surprise he could have possibly asked for. Her beautiful flushed face, chest and body on display for his eyes, Steven drank her in like a man starved, sending Marc mental messages of repetitive thank you's. She began to move her hips, grinding and riding Steven fervently, ensuring he was enjoying this as much as she was, soft moans escaping her lips. The way his eyes roamed her skin, the way he took everything in, desperate to touch her but held in place by his blinds. A mess of praise and begs escaping his lips.
"St... Steven... Steven..." she gasped, muttering his name like a prayer, so different from how she reacted to Marc.
Steven blushed, staring at her with affection, hungry lust and utter awe, she was perfect. This woman treated him like he was a treasure, she worshipped his body, she nurtured his heart and soul. She made him feel more loved than anyone had before in his life. She looked angelic, like no earthly creature he could imagine, her curls bouncing with every movement. And she was the one in control, the way Marc knew Steven liked it, knowing that he would enjoy this. Feeling himself getting harder within her, which Layla sensed causing her voice to whimper. Steven couldn't believe the vision of loveliness before him, watching her move, watching her writhe, watching her dance; feeling her, feeling all of her. He licked his lips, desperate to watch her, to run his hands across her soft skin "L...Layla..." he stammered.
Layla smiled, tracing her hand along his skin, caressing his cheek before placing a finger on his lips. She knew what he wanted, what he craved and she would be sure to deliver his wishes. The way his eyes dilated, doe brown eyes so needy and desperate "Ssh, it's ok Steven, you just be a good boy for me. Just watch me and let me have my fun" she teased. She could feel his response, she could sense how this was making him feel and she was loving every second. She would make him feel so good and all he had to was let her take care of him.
Steven blushed, this was the best day of his life, Layla soothing and praising him, just letting him enjoy being pleased. His mummy kink activated, Layla was taking charge how he liked it, making sure Steven was taken care of, making sure he was loved."Y... Yes... I... bloody hell" he stammered, his voice hoarse.
Layla hummed, Steven was truly a sweetheart, lost for words and yet his eyes showed so much emotion. She wanted to hear how good he was feeling, she wanted to hear how she made him feel. "Let me hear your voice Steven" she smiled, he didn't need to hide from her, he didn't have to hold back or hide his voice. She wanted him to be expressive and honest.
Steven licked his lips, he couldn't believe he was about to say this out loud, his darkest feelings that he kept locked away. Marc was the one with mummy issues, he was the one who was created to protect Marc and yet he was the one with the kink. He bravely focused his words, pressing them from his lips "Yes love... Yes Layla... mummy..." he gasped.
Layla smiled, he was so shy, so nervous and so adorable, she loved the sight of him like this. It would be a fun night between them indeed "Good boy" she praised.