I knew that I should've kept Fox's furry ass off Bask's plushie.
Magenta's voice was steely. "No licking and no more shedding. Yet perhaps, our disrespectful Fox needs to be taught a lesson...?"
When I glanced up and met Magenta's gaze, it was playful. Although, my gaze kind of took a detour because she was already naked and the unexpected shock of it meant that the gorgeous curve of her hips and tits caught me like the beauty of Odin’s golden hall.
I'd never truly stopped to realize how naturally breath-taking a woman's body was. I wished to trace every inch of her pale skin with my tongue.
I wasn't signing up to the no licking rule. The no shedding was okay.
"Trust me, you're long overdue this lesson." I hugged Fox closer, as I sat up, pushing him towards Bask. Unsure, Fox glanced over his shoulder at me. I forgot how new he was to even being around people, let alone these sorts of games. Whatever happened, I'd make sure that this ended in the best orgasm of his innocent life. "Bask gets to decide the sentence. He's the injured party."
Bask gave a wicked grin, running his hand down Nile like a Bond villain, if they were naked and their cat had transformed into a crocodile. He slunk towards Fox, dragging him to the end of the bed.
"Whipping boys who cuddle their patron’s toys or steal their pillows," Bask added, raising his finger in warning, "don't get to play." He tempered his words with a kiss, however, which was so gentle but sensual that I groaned, palming myself through my pants. Then Magenta hooked her arms around my neck, pushing me back onto the bed, and all I could think about was the warm press of her skin against mine. "Hands behind your back."
Fox nodded, settling onto his knees and clasping his hands behind his back with an unexpected eagerness.
Magenta pushed down my pants, undoing my top and slipping it off my shoulders with far more restraint than I ever had. Was I just as precious to her?
Fox glanced across at Magenta, as she ground herself against my crotch. Fox shuddered at the same time as me. Then Bask slipped his hand into Fox's pajamas, and Fox jumped as he slipped out his hard dick. Bask let Fox's dick stand pulsing against his stomach, wanting and abandoned. Fox whined.
Bask smirked. "Watch and don't touch."
"Cruel incubus," I muttered, distracted by the rub of Magenta's clit against the head of my dick.
Round, and round, and round....
Above me, she moaned. Her hair veiled my face. On my oath as a god, I wasn't watching and not touching...
I twisted Magenta, tossing her down amongst the sheets. She gasped, and her eyes flew open; her hair coiled around her head along with her black mists. Sparkles lit her, pricking against my skin and magic in sharp bursts of pain that only added to the pleasure. I caged her with my arms.
Bask crawled to join us, teasing at my nipples, until I shivered, before ducking beneath my arms to suck at Magenta's. He worshiped her. Since he'd first found her portrait, I'd known that.
When Magenta’s nipples peaked, Bask circled one with his tongue, while circling the other with his fingers. It was like winning every trophy already that he could touch us again and that we were united.
I ducked my head to catch Magenta's lips with mine.
She didn't worship me, and I didn't worship her. But I needed and trusted her. Was that love?
For a monster like me, I was beginning to believe that it was.
I deepened the kiss, circling her clit with my finger. My dick was even harder than before, pressing against her. She gripped my shoulders like I wasn't the one who was dragging her towards the crest of pleasure. Then her black mists wrapped around my balls, and I grunted and almost came (huh, that would've been a shaming of the gods), dragging me towards that crest.
When I slipped my finger into her pussy and crooked it, Magenta shook. It was an honor to be the first to push her towards a shuddering orgasm in this way.
Yet something was missing.
Frustrated, I glanced at Bask, who'd paused in his worship of Magenta's tits to gaze up at me.
When Fox whimpered, I glanced over my shoulder. His hair was sweaty, and his balls were so tight and high that they had to ache like a bitch. Yet he still held his hands clasped behind his back.
My gaze softened.
It'd been agony for Bask, when we'd been unable to touch him and he'd been unable to kiss or screw.
I couldn't...wouldn't...deny Fox now. We were connected, and for our pleasure to be complete, we needed to be together.
"If you desire it," Bask called to Fox, "I have a free hand to wank you off."
My romantic incubus.
For an unfit mage who collapsed after a single Discipline Run, Fox could move when he was motivated. To my shock, his mouth crashed over mine, as his hand rested against the hollow of my back.
Bask's clever fingers wanked Fox in long strokes. Bask glowed, feeding on our pleasure, now that we were together. Except, it was Magenta who glowed brightest. When I thrust into her, with Fox's lips still crushed to mine and his taste of raspberries mingled with yew trees, the intimate sensation of sinking into her body wrecked me.
Here was home, love, mine. Everything worth dying and living eternally for.
The pink braziers burst up at the combined power of our magic. Then they died to darkness, apart from Magenta's confetti sparkles. In the black, the sensations became even more intense, hot and heavy.
When Fox broke his kiss, it was like losing something precious. Then a gloved palm pressed across my face, and I kissed it.
"You're smiling," Magenta murmured.
"You can't tell that."
"My magic can." When Mist nickered in the black, she added smugly, “And your horse backs me up.” Traitor. “I can tell by the particularly tasty pleasure right now that Bask and Fox are about to come. They're sucking each other's pricks, which is enjoyable, I'd imagine."
“That’s some skill.” My eyes fluttered shut at the thought of the two of them in the dark.
I strained to hear but all I could focus on was the pulse hammering in my ears, and my own thrusts into Magenta, which spiraled her higher.
She was still way too composed for my liking.
"I'm also screwing you. I can multi-task," I gasped.
Magenta gave a breathy laugh. "My talented lover."
Then Magenta arched, quivering with spasms around my dick.
Again and again and...
The sensation made my dick pulse within her. I couldn't hold back. I never could with her.
I was about to...
I came with such shattering intensity that I slumped.
Valhalla, Valhalla, Valhalla…
My forehead rested against hers. Somewhere, too far away for my screwed-out brain to focus on, I heard panting, howling, and coming.
I hoped that Bask accepted the cum tribute as justice for the plushie incident.
When the braziers exploded back to life, I struggled to blink sparks from my eyes and discovered that Magenta had repositioned herself with her head on my chest, while Bask snuggled on my other side.
Fox draped himself over all of us, with his curls tickling my lap, close to my limp but still valiantly twitching dick; his breath gusted across its oversensitive head in agonizing but tempting puffs. Fox wore the softest but happiest expression that I'd ever seen on him.
It looked like the lesson had worked.
Sometimes, I imagined that I was alone again in dark of the woods or caves with only my brothers in my head to save me from the sounds of my dad's weeping. But at times like this, I remembered that I was held, needed, and loved.