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The sun poured into the third-floor room, illuminating three figures on the bed, wrapped up in each other. The navy bedding was draped across all three of them, although the large redheaded man had his beefy leg poking out to regulate his temperature. A slender elven man was opposite him, curled inwards to face the other two. His wavy caramel hair shone like a halo in the morning light. In the middle, a smaller, darker elven woman was tucked in between them. Her exuberant black curls rioted across the pillows, and she smiled even in her sleep.
Glar, Effie, and Leander had fallen asleep several hours after Effie had broken out the kitron , warm and comfortable in each other’s presence.
She had been the first to fall asleep, and now Effie was the first to swim her way back to full consciousness. She fluttered her brown eyes open to find that she was quite cozy. The dimple in her cheek made a quick appearance, however, when she felt not one, but two morning woods pressed up against her.
Perhaps they are up for a second round, now that we’ve all had some rest?
After all, last night went swimmingly.
She felt rightfully proud of herself for proposing this idea. Glar was just as enthusiastic and skilled in the bedroom as she had hoped, and, if the strength of that orgasm was anything to go by, Leander had a marvelous time. Although Effie wasn’t prone to anxiety, she had been slightly worried that this wouldn’t go well — that it would feel uneven, or that someone would feel left out, or that there would be issues of jealousy or possessiveness. She had wanted to make Leander happy, and it was a great relief to her that she had succeeded.
Leander had lived so much of his life denying himself the things that would bring him joy — traveling, self-expression, fun . He had an annoying knack of shutting himself down before anyone else had the chance to, and it was Effie’s life goal to teach him that people who loved him just wanted him to be happy . She wanted Leander to know that he didn’t need to pass up on the things he loved because of some misplaced sense of duty or obligation. If he wanted them both, he could have them both. He deserved it, and she was certain Glar agreed with her on that account.
After all, they both were exceedingly fond of Leander.
Basking in her own success and the heat of two people sleeping naked on either side of her, Effie wanted nothing more than to stay where she was, but unfortunately, nature called. With a groan, Effie inched her way like a worm down to the foot of the bed before she crawled out from under the covers. The static sent her already messy hair into full disarray.
Several minutes later, she returned refreshed, with her face washed and her hair finger-combed into some semblance of order.
In her absence, Leander had rolled over to spoon himself against Glaravesh’s back. Effie had to hold back her laughter with her hand when she saw that his nose was crinkled from trying to breathe through Glaravesh’s long hair — the exact same expression he made when he was drowning in Effie’s mane. You really do have a type, my love.
Effie slipped back beneath the covers on Glar’s side of the bed, wedging her cold toes between his calves to warm them back up. Glar made a little disgruntled noise at the sudden icy touch, and, inspired by a stroke of genius, Effie followed that up by placing her frigid nose to his chest and wrapping her equally cold hands around the impressive erection that was pressed against her thigh.
That certainly woke him up.
“Ah! Cold…” Glar complained as he squinted against the light.
“Good morning~” Effie trilled to him.
Glar just grunted a response and pulled her in close to warm her back up. It was a remarkably sweet gesture from someone who was still only half-awake. Effie rewarded him with another little stroke of his cock — he felt like a firebrand, and it warmed her hands nicely. He sleepily rocked into her touch. Mm. Very nice indeed.
They stayed like that for some time, Glar drifting in between dreams and reality while Effie lulled him with tender touches and light stroking. Leander normally woke up quickly when Effie played with him in the mornings, and she enjoyed the change of pace. At last, however, Glar must have decided to wake up in earnest, because he dipped his head to kiss her on the forehead and then the lips. His half-movements became real thrusts — still slow and gentle, but ensuring that his full length pushed through the circle of her hands and then back out. Effie marveled at the size of him now that she was getting to explore him directly — he was so thick that her fingers didn’t even reach all the way around him, and he was easily two hand-widths long. She could hardly believe that Leander took him so easily.
Perhaps I should buy a bigger dildo for Leander and me…
Speaking of Leander, Glar’s more purposeful motions must have woken him, because she felt him reach for her around Glar’s barrel-like chest. “Effie… Glar…” he murmured in that scratchy just-waking-up voice. He sounded sulky as he complained, “Starting without me is no fair…”
“We only just woke up, Leander,” she assured him, “We wouldn’t have let you sleep through the fun parts.”
“It would be awfully hard to, anyway!” Glar thundered in a volume typically reserved for full wakefulness rather than first thing in the morning.
“Mmmm,” Leander hummed. “Good point.”
A few moments later, Leander urged Glar to prop his top leg up, like a figure 4, and Effie felt another hand graze hers. Glar proved his own point about noise immediately , moaning with gusto as Leander reached down and around to tug at his balls in time with Effie’s movements. He thrust a little harder into her hands.
Last night, the attention had been so firmly on Leander’s pleasure that they hadn’t had the opportunity to spoil Glar the way she knew both she and Leander wanted to.
They made up for that lack now.
Leander and Effie had been married for almost two years now, and they had worked together in the Dalanthran workshop for years before that. They knew how the other thought, how they moved, how they acted. They danced around each other in their spaces like two halves of a single body and single mind, perfectly in unison. They were a team in all things, and this was no different.
Leander pulled a bottle of lubricant from a small pocket dimension with a flick of his wrist, and he poured it carefully into his hand before tipping half the liquid into Effie’s waiting palm. Effie worked it over Glar’s shaft and tip. With the oil smoothing the way for her, Effie began to let her fingers run up and over the head of Glar’s cock, and she added some twist to her strokes for flavor and variety. Glar began to breathe harder, burying his face and his hands in Effie’s hair, but Effie kept her pace slow and steady. She wanted him to feel every touch to its fullest rather than losing it all in a blur of speed.
But she was not working alone — Leander had his own agenda. Although she didn’t have visuals, she knew Leander, and she knew how he liked to play. With Glar’s cheeks slightly spread from the positioning of his legs, Leander had easy access to his tight ass. He would let his slick finger run circles around the rim, teasing with just enough pressure that Glar would anticipate a breach that never came. Sure enough, minutes later Glar groaned into Effie’s hair and tried to push back into Leander’s touch, frustrated and impatient for more.
Above her, Glar’s head was suddenly jerked back as Leander tugged on his hair commandingly. Ah, so we do get dominant Leander after all… she thought with glee. She loved it when Leander was supple and pliant beneath her, taking everything she could give him and begging for more…. but there was something especially hot about Leander taking control of the larger man. Although his arrogance had been a major sticking point when they first met, Effie had become quite enamored with take-charge Leander, especially in the bedroom.
“Is this what you want, Glar ?” he asked, deliberately using the short form of his name. “You want to be fucked on my fingers while Effie toys with you?”
Glar nodded helplessly. Effie, grinning, gave a particularly wicked little swipe along his slit as he did so.
But Leander did not relent from withholding what Glar wanted.
“Answer, please, Glar.”
“Yes! Yes. I want it.”
Glar squirmed for more as Leander leaned up to speak directly into his pointed ear. “Want what? ”
What Effie wanted was to up the challenge level of Leander’s request even further. She knew from experience that speaking was difficult when Leander was driving you to distraction, but Glar was strong — he’d be able to make it work.
Because the truth was that his throat was beautifully exposed like this, with Leander holding his hair and making him arch his back. He wore high-necked shirts and scarves so frequently that Effie rarely got to see it, let alone taste it. Effie shifted upwards so that she could lick and suck at his collarbone and the long column of his throat. It vibrated beneath her lips as he groaned again. His breathing was growing increasingly ragged, and he had to swallow hard before he could speak, “I want you to fuck me while Effie touches me, please, Leander.”
Leander gave a dark little laugh, “All you had to do was ask.”
Glar’s fingers dug into Effie’s scalp and his voice filled the room as Leander slid two fingers deep into his ass. Leander’s hands were long and slender like an artist’s and callused like a craftsman’s — the perfect combination of reach and friction to stroke someone from the inside precisely where they wanted it most. Effie based her movements on Glar’s — and therefore Leander’s — rhythm, stroking in time with the beat. A long shout of approval announced the addition of a third finger, and Effie upped the ante by tugging sharply on his balls. Leander hadn’t loosened his hold on Glar’s hair, so Effie kept her mouth as busy as her hands. She had room to explore his neck, ears, and even his chest. She liked the yelps he made when she bit at his nipples.
“Are you ready?” Leander asked when Glar was panting for air and glistening with sweat.
“Yes — fuck me, Leander, as hard as you want to,” Glar responded with specificity, knowing exactly what Leander wanted to hear from him.
“Yes, Leander — fuck him hard ,” Effie instructed as she met his eyes over Glar’s shoulder. The blue light in them was shining with enjoyment.
“What if I don’t want to, Effie?” He fired back. “What if I want to fuck him nice and slow,” Leander and Effie both slowed their hands as Leander spoke, “giving him just enough to leave him begging, but not enough to cum?”
“That sounds nice, but what if I want him to cum so fast his head spins?” she teased.
“If that’s what you want, then you can fuck him yourself, Effie.”
“Maybe I should!”
“Maybe you should ,” and he maintained that serious, argumentative persona for several seconds before they both broke down laughing. “Next time, my love.”
“Next time,” she promised. I really, really hope there’s a next time…
“Yes, please,” Glar panted, clearly liking the idea. Looks like I’m not the only one looking forward to it!
Leander applied a fresh coating of lubricant to both Glar and himself, and then bit down hard on the meat of Glar’s shoulder as he sheathed himself in one swift, smooth movement. Glar’s reaction was as powerful as the man himself — a shout that echoed from the rafters. True to his word, Leander began to fuck into him slow and steady as if he had all the time in the world. A luxurious morning fuck, as opposed to a quickie during intermission.
Effie used the opportunity to remove one hand from Glar’s weeping cock and touch herself . Seeing glimpses of Leander’s light eyes gone dark with arousal and listening to Glar’s vocal appreciation of Leander’s skill made her all too cognizant of her untouched state. Leander may be getting to fuck Glar silly, but she was facing him and the angles were all wrong — there wasn’t space to move in close enough for her to sink onto Glar herself, and his hands were full, too. She could maybe turn over… but then she wouldn’t be able to watch all of those wonderful expressions that Glar was making…
Well, if she wanted something done right now, she’d just have to do it herself.
Her fingers were still slick from the lube as she reached between her legs. She wanted more, but she’d take second best — she shaped three of her fingers into a triangle and slid them in. She found herself hot and wet and ready , opening easily to her own touch. “Ah-ah…” she sighed in relief, beginning to fuck herself with the same degree of leisurely thoroughness that Leander was clearly fucking Glar with. All the while, her other hand remained tight around Glar’s cock so that he could thrust into her grip and rub himself against her belly.
The three of them moved in sticky, sweaty tandem. The bedspread clung to them uncomfortably until Leander kicked it off the bed to expose them all to the cool morning air — Effie scooched in even closer to Glar to ward off the chill. It also resulted in her getting to listen to his growls of desire reverberate through his hairy chest. It sounded like a dragon roaring in a cave, which was hotter than it should be, really.
Which brought Effie back around to the problem here, which is that she had been touching that dragon’s hoard all morning but still hadn’t gotten to feel it. Her fingers were nimble and knowledgeable, but they weren’t the same. Just as she had loved Glar sharing in Leander’s pleasure last night as he ate her out, she wanted to share in this, too. “Leander—” she whined to her husband.
Leander, bless him, immediately understood her problem. She saw a look of intense concentration pass over his face as he calculated positions and angles. “Glaravesh, hold on one moment…” he said at last, pulling out.
It was an incredible sight to see a man as large and strong as Glar pout , but the expression on his face could hardly be called anything else. No wonder Leander likes to top him when he can — how cute!
This time, it was Leander that moved them all into position — “Ephthalia, legs around his waist and back against the headboard, please. Glaravesh, kneeling here like so…” he shoved his knees a little further apart while Effie hopped up into Glar’s lap and locked her legs around him. His erection was a throbbing weight between them, wet from lube and his own anticipation.
“Hello,” she said from her new position, directly face-to-face with him. She rocked her hips against him, feeling his balls graze her clit.
“Hi,” Glar said in return before booping her nose with a kiss. He responded by repeating her little thrust, smearing precum all the way up to her diaphragm.
Leander arranged himself on his knees directly behind Glar, and he ran his now-clean hands down Glar’s heaving sides and up Effie’s thighs to her hips. “Glar — don’t you dare cum before I give you permission, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Glar nodded decisively.
“Good. Now, I’d like to you properly fuck my wife for me,” he commanded.
Glar hesitated, very aware that he was fornicating with a married couple who already had one child. “Do you want me to use a condom…?”
“Would you like to use one, Glaravesh?” Leander asked, voice suddenly much softer. He deliberately used the name he usually called Glar outside of the bedroom — a sign that it was a serious question, rather than something that was part of the roles they were playing.
“I don’t mind one way or the other. It’s entirely your preference,” Glar responded in kind, indicating both Effie and Leander. They all knew he had a few accidents out in the world, but they were all born of consensual relationships where all parties knew the risks. That was the case here — there was a risk, but it was one Glar was willing to take if the Dalanthrans were.
Leander glanced at Effie, and she knew that they were on the same page here. She gave the tiniest shake of her head, and Leander turned his attention back to Glar.
“Then, I said , I’d like to you properly fuck my wife,” he said sharply. “That’s an order.”
And Glar obeyed.
With a lion’s strength, he lifted Effie and let her sink back down onto his monster of a cock. Effie nearly screamed with shock. She knew, intellectually, that he was large — larger than Leander, certainly — that hadn’t really prepared her for the reality of the way he stretched her to capacity. He filled her inch after inch after inch… and it quickly became apparent that he was by far the biggest thing she had ever had inside of her (aside from Hektor, of course). For a frightening moment, she almost thought that he wouldn’t fit.
Now I know what Leander meant when he said the first time with Glar was ‘overwhelming,’ and he hasn’t even moved yet!
She dropped her head onto his shoulder, unable to hold herself up as her body adjusted, melted, relaxed around him. Leander’s hands ran up and down her legs in an understanding, soothing gesture as well. Glar, holding himself completely still, was clearly used to this reaction. He simply massaged her lower back until her breathing was under control again. Even then, he waited patiently until she summed up the energy to give a little nod against his shoulder.
Tentatively, Glar pulsed up , just an inch or so, and Effie heard herself distantly uttering a tiny broken cry. He thrust up again, a little deeper, then again, and again. Each built upon the last, going just a little further, a little faster, a little harder until Effie was scrambling for purchase on his back and cursing in every language she knew. It could hardly even be called pleasure — really, it felt like he was fucking her so deep he was touching her soul . It was an incredibly vulnerable experience, but she felt… she felt incredible .
By the time they hit their stride, Glar was also clearly enjoying himself, grunting at the bottom of each stroke as he rammed her down into him.
When Leander re-entered Glar, however, the room practically shook with the force of his yell. His cock went even harder and thicker, and Effie’s reaction was hardly less loud. Leander simply looked at them, silent and smirking.
Although Leander was nominally in command, it was Glar who now took charge of fucking them both, and neither Leander nor Effie had any complaints. With strength and endurance, he canted his hips back to slam against Leander, then pushed up with his legs and thighs to spear Effie before sinking back again. It was all the couple could do to just hold on for the ride. It was loud in the best possible way — the bed was creaking beneath them, and the staccato of flesh-on-flesh was the perfect counterpoint. Effie had one hand over her head to clutch the headboard that Glar was fucking her against, and the other one was on Glar’s shoulder, interlaced with Leander’s. Meanwhile, Leander had a vice-like grip on Effie’s thigh so that he could pull himself in hard, pinging that perfect place in Glar with every movement. Whenever she looked at Leander, she could see her wedding ring sparkling beside Glar’s earring, and they seemed bright as the stars in her sex-hazed vision.
To her surprise, Effie crumbled first. The orgasm blindsided her with its swiftness and intensity — one moment she was riding in style, and the next her head was cracking back into the headboard as her heels dug into Glaravesh’s asscheeks for traction. “ Fuck! Fuck, fuck , fuck—” she repeated senselessly as her vagina crushed itself inward against the diamond-hard surface of Glar’s erection.
Through the stars that dotted her vision, she vaguely saw Leander instructing Glar again. She couldn’t hear what he said over the thud-thud of blood pounding in her ears, the schlick ing of cocks plunging in and out of wet holes, and the slapping of Leander and Glar’s balls against their respective partners. Whatever he said, Glar nodded and — that mad man — didn’t slow down for a heartbeat. He kept fucking her right on through her orgasm until she was a trembling ball of putty in his arms. Even then, he kept going .
The overstimulation became distinctly unpleasant for a moment — Glar was hard to take even when she was fresh — but Leander ran his thumb soothingly over hers, and Glar kissed at her neck and earlobe until the discomfort faded and became a slow boil again. Her legs felt like jelly, but Glar held all of her weight in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather.
“ Gods , Glar,” she said as the pressure inside of her started to build again. His skin was slippery with sweat from his exertion, and his breathing and heartbeat were as loud as a marching band. When Effie raised her head to look at him, she could see in his green eyes that he was close to his limit as well. Effie began to writhe against him as best she could, knowing it would give him that little extra edge that he might need to break loose. Leander’s hand left Effie’s leg and a resounding smack echoed through the room as he slapped Glar’s ass with a stinging blow. Glar’s massive hands tightened on Effie’s ribcage, squeezing her as he held himself back. Leander spanked him again, just hard enough to keep him on his toes. As if the blows were the pebbles that started the landslide, Effie watched as Glar’s careful control began to crack.
The pace Glar had set was brutal, but he began to falter, hips stuttering and grinding against both Effie and Leander as his body instinctually sought more. Effie watched with aroused interest as Glar tried to hold himself together until Leander gave him leave, but time stretched on until Glar finally broke and asked with clear need, “Now, Leander? Please?”
Leander waited another long, long moment in silence — so long in fact that Effie was fully convinced that he wasn’t going to say anything at all. She had suffered both outcomes of Leander’s silence at one time or another — both directly disobeying him (and the delicious punishment that resulted from her failure) or stopping while she was still unsatisfied (the eventual payoff was always worth it). But stopping was not an option for Glar, it seemed— he just kept fucking himself onto Leander’s cock and into Effie’s slick pussy, knowing there was no escape from stimulation no matter what he did. He sounded increasingly desperate, each breath sounding almost as ragged as sob as Leander made him wait, and wait, and wait.
“Please, Leander,” Effie begged for him. She was getting close again herself, and she hoped they could cum together. Not to mention, she really, really wanted to know what it felt like when he came in her… but still no response.
“Please!!” Glar shouted, and Effie knew from her own experience what that particular note in his voice meant — in a few seconds, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself even if he wanted to, no matter what Leander said.
And Leander, like a merciful god, finally gave him his release. As calm as anything, with his voice in its lowest registers, he commanded Glar, “Cum for me, Glar…”
Glar cried out as he immediately exploded inside of her, the sound so sharp and brutal that it sounded as though someone had stabbed him. Thrusting recklessly, he gushed load after load into her. Each pulse unleashed a torrent of hot liquid, flooding every nook and cranny of her insides until there was nowhere else for it to go and it streamed down her inner thighs.
Effie immediately plunged a hand between them to touch herself, and within seconds she followed him. The rhythmic squeezing of her orgasm pulled every last drop from Glar the same way that the twitching and swelling of his cock as he spilled himself inside of her massaged her through her aftershocks. Leander’s movements rocked them gently, keeping those sensations alive until they were both boneless and gasping for air. It was — by far — the best orgasm of Effie’s life, and she felt almost dizzy with the cocktail of chemicals spinning through her bloodstream.
Leander at last pulled out — still hard, as he had not yet finished himself — and like puppets with their strings cut, Glar and Effie collapsed down on the bed, limp with exhaustion. The room spun around her.
“ Fuck , Glar,” Effie exhaled in wonder.
Glar made a noise that he couldn’t be bothered to properly articulate, and Effie took it as affirmation that he felt the same.
Leander, still kneeling, just gazed down at them with a smile on his face, as if admiring his handiwork.
“Are you feeling alright, Glaravesh? Ephthalia?” he asked sincerely. Effie and Glar both nodded tiredly. “I guess I’ll have to take care of all of us then, hm?” he said, but it was clear that this was something he would take joy in, rather than something he considered an obligation.
Leander hovered over them, murmuring the verbal components of Prestidigitation as he cleansed the sweat from their brows and the smeared fluids from their stomachs with gentle touches. Wherever he left clean skin, he also left a little kiss. When he reached Glar’s slowly softening cock, however, rather than relying on magic, he lowered his mouth and slowly licked him clean — every drop of Effie’s excitement, every drop of Glar’s seed was meticulously erased from Glar’s body by Leander’s pink, pink tongue. Effie watched with excitement, wondering if she would get similar treatment.
But Leander had something else planned for her, it seemed. She was absolutely dripping with Glar’s cum, her pussy wrecked by the force of their coupling. Leander spread her open with his fingers, admiring the complete mess that Glar made of her — cum and slick — and the smile on his face only grew wider.
He touched her entrance gently, waiting to see if pained her at all. It was slightly sore, but… it wasn’t anything she thought was worth stopping over. She nodded up at Leander in quiet understanding.
And there, beside his best friend and lover, Leander sank into his wife. She had never been so slippery, and with each measured stroke, Leander dragged more of that frothy white cum from her. It trailed down her cheeks to stain the sheets beneath her, but she didn’t care. She just wrapped her legs around his lower back and her arms around her neck to pull him down into her embrace.
After everything they had done last night and this morning, joining in a simple missionary position seemed anticlimactically vanilla, but there was overflowing love in every movement, every touch, every sigh. It felt like coming home. Effie glanced over at Glar to see he had turned onto his side to watch them.
The look in his eyes…
Awe, and wonder. It was like he was watching the most magnificent thing in the world. The love in his expression… Effie finally really understood what it meant to him to worship Sune, the goddess of love and beauty. It meant this — a heartfelt appreciation for human connection in its most simple and intimate form.
She did not love Glar in quite the same way that Leander did, but in that moment, she thought she could.
Effie reached for his hand, and Glar interlocked his large fingers with her tiny ones. They held each other while Leander made love to her slowly and tenderly. At last, with a quiet exhalation, Leander’s hips drove deep as he too found the freedom he was looking for. Effie could feel the combined seed of both Glar and Leander pooling inside of her, a comfortable feeling of fullness and completeness that she had never dreamed of. She kissed Leander with every ounce of love she held in her body, and more besides. Glar squeezed her hand.
Once Leander’s breathing had slowed, Effie rolled him over so that he landed on the bed between herself and Glar. With overwhelming affection, they both moved in close to him — six legs, six arms, and three hearts intertwining themselves together.
There, beneath the growing intensity of the morning sun, the three fell back into a peaceful, satisfied slumber.
Effie dreamed of a garden, overflowing with flowers.
Sometime later, Ephthalia Dalanthran walks in the Capital’s botanical garden. In the distance, a dark blonde elven man is walking hand in hand with a toddler, attempting in vain to keep him from wandering off the path so that he can jump in the mud puddles. There is already mud up to the child’s knees, and there are a few spots of it on his father’s ankles as well — evidence of a successful escape attempt. Effie’s gaze softens as it passes over them.
Glaravesh Roryson Hawkbridge accompanies them, stopping here and there to admire the giant painted metal flowers towering over the natural blooms below. Effie isn’t sure whether this installation an improvement over the glass sculptures, but at least it’s something new. If nothing else, the baby seems to like them.
For there is another baby in the Dalanthran family now. The child is propped on Effie’s hip — a girl with pointed ears, determinedly sucking her fist as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Her dark brown eyes are fixed on the polka-dotted flowers rising above them.
The baby has bright red hair.
“So, Glar,” Effie ventures. “I had an idea the other day. You know what Leander would probably really like?...”