Noble Blood (Closed for Apollo Wilde)

[Apollo Wilde]

Despite herself, and her better interests, she couldn’t stop the small, muffled laugh at Sir Stefan’s quip. He had a point.

“I forgive you for all - except for being handsome. That, I simply can’t abide by. You must do something to stop it, or I’m going to be upset with you.” It felt so ungodly good to just be able to say it! A part of her still nagged, still reminded her that it was a compliment that he was not only used to hearing, but perhaps expected. All the same, it didn’t make it any less true. She forced herself to look at him, nerves making her uncharacteristically shy. She hadn’t felt so out of depth, so utterly inadequate, since the days of Sir Yudah. His presence had made her feel like a little girl, so completely out of her depth. And, as she looked into Sir Stefan’s bright eyes, forced herself to hold his gaze, she could feel that same flicker in the pit of her stomach. She’d given in before, though all of the bluster, that day in her office’s library. She’d let herself get carried away, only to find how unbalanced she still was at the end of it.

But he’s not comparing you to others, a soft voice pointed out in her mind. You’re the one that’s been constantly saying that you weren’t good enough, based on assumptions. Not once has he compared you to the Countess, or anyone else.

“Somehow,” her voice dropped, quieter, “I think we could stay here, apologizing to one another, for nights on end. But I don’t think that’s what you really want, is it?”

His face, the shyness in it, was…restorative to her. Unlike with Drago, where she felt the need to nurture, to guide…this, this was shaping to be something easier. Both of them on equal footing.

“Well, what do you know…? Neither have I.” A shy smile, sealed by an equally soft, chaste kiss. She wasn’t lying - she couldn’t remember opening herself up to anyone enough to have it be considered “making love.” “Fucking” she could deal with - that was quick, dirty, fun, if she let it. And nothing was attached, to get in the way, to feel guilty about. No commitment, other than the frustration at having to finally give into what her body was desiring. Even with Drago, that hadn’t felt like so much as making love as giving in; not in a bad way. Something to finally take the edge of, so that maybe they could move around each other in a more…understanding manner. Or make Drago a little less slavish in his devotion. She wasn’t entirely sure - and if she were being honest with herself, there was still a shadow of doubt that she’d done the right thing by him.

Deeper kiss was accepted, responded to - but before she could let herself truly start to stoke a fire, she took a deep breath. “I…I want this to mean something, Sir Stefan. For the both of us.” Fingertips against his lips, slipping to press against his lower lip. “I don’t want this to be something just for the sake of it, for trying something new. For just a distraction. I…” A swallow. “We,” realizing that Drago was there, that perhaps Sir Stefan wished to pull the younger man into their whirlpool, “deserve more than that.”

She knew she couldn’t speak much for Drago; wouldn’t allow herself to - but she felt confident, at least, in insisting that the young man deserved more than an orgasm and a Kiss. “If…” Another swallow. Time to be brave. “If you want me to open my heart - then…” She couldn’t find the words to finish her sentence.

So she closed the gap, her lips soft against his. Questioning. Fearful, a bit, too, but with a newness that couldn’t be mistaken for confidence. “There’s no show here, Sir Stefan. Just three bodies. Three hearts. Yours, mine, and Drago’s. No audience. No performance to be had.” Shifting again, so that she freed her good hand from under his body to run down the lines of his shoulders, his upper back. No salacious heat in her touch, but an idle curiosity, the desire to simply want to feel him. “And there’s no rush.” The last, she made sure to underscore with finality, even as her own heart railed at her to hurry up, to give him what he wanted. That would be too easy, and not allow for any sort of connection. And after all of this…if not Drago, then didn’t she owe herself this much, at least? She’d been “good” in by doing the best that she could to subdue her feelings, and now he was asking her to bask in them. She’d tried her best to question, to reason her way out of love at first sight. Lust, maybe, she could’ve given herself that, and maybe that’s what it was. With his easy smile and bright eyes and confident air - but then, the wanting to give. And give and give and give - money, time, tea. Whatever he could. And, again, she’d just assumed he was that way with everyone, instead of opening herself to the possibility that beyond an attraction, he was just…trying to be nice. And she’d done her best to shove him away because of her own attraction.

“Well, I’ve made a fine mess of this all so far,” apropos of nothing, it would seem, but there was a smile in her voice. “So…I’d like to take this opportunity to start over a bit. I like you, Sir Stefan. I think you’re handsome and kind, even if you annoy me sometimes. I don’t want to be just a distraction. I want to be someone…” Now it was her turn to blush. “I would like to be someone that you could find a home with.” Another muffled snort. “And now I’m making matters worse by treating you like a stray instead of a person. But I’ve a habit of collecting strays.”

Somehow managing to angle herself, she now lay on her back between the two men, the arm in a sling against Drago, lightly, her good arm draped across Sir Stefan’s chest. “A trio of strays."

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a warm smile. "Who, somehow, despite all odds, have managed to find each other."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Hmmm…” Stefan paused, lips twisted to the side. “I’m not sure a scar or broken nose would take. I may need to impose further…”

His hand drifted over her cheek. “No, I don’t. We have time to apologize to each other later.” The more they talked, the more his grief fell into the background, a dull hum of loss that could no longer dampen his feelings for the woman in his arms. “There are other things I’d rather spend time on right now.”

The old Stefan would’ve waved away Adesso’s concerns. He’d told numerous women over the decades that their night together was all that mattered, and the future could take care of itself. He would never have said that to Adesso. Those women had been sweet, and he’d been kind to them for the time they’d spent together, but he hadn’t wanted more. Even with Adesso, the Sir Stefan of a week ago would’ve waved away her concerns, telling her honestly that he wanted to spend at least the rest of her life with her, but he wouldn’t’ve taken her words seriously, treating them like the very real fears and desires that they were. All the while he would’ve been kissing her, his hands roaming her body, stoking her arousal until she set aside rationality and succumbed to his attentions.

He didn’t want to do that. Not anymore. They were partners now, and Adesso wasn’t someone to be blindly persuaded to see things his way. He knew that was part of what had pushed her away, why she’d mocked and scolded him at Christiana’s exhibition.

He lowered his hands to the silk sheets. He nodded, looking deeply into her eyes. “That’s what I want, too, Adesso.” His lips quirked up, a hint of a smirk. “And I intend to spend quite a bit of time proving it to you.”

He scooted back, propping his head against the engraved teak headboard. “No rush. No performance.” Those were terms Stefan was more than happy to abide by. He was more relaxed now, happy to have something to focus on besides his brother. His smile widened when Drago’s head popped up. He wasn’t sure how long the man had been listening, but he clearly knew what they were talking about.

“I don’t mean to disagree, Mi—Adesso, but once they’ve been collected, don’t they cease to be strays?”

The finely wrought bassoon of Stefan’s laugh was his answer, the nobleman wiping a bit of the wetness from his eyes. “I think we’re all on the same page.” He reached out with one of his hands to caress Adesso’s cheek, and with the other to squeeze Drago’s shoulder. “Not to belabor the metaphor, but if an old dog like me can find a home with the two of you, then I’d like to do just that.”

Drago leaned his head into Adesso's, smiling against her other cheek. “Well, Boss, can we keep him?”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“How many times.” She propped herself up and tweaked Drago’s nose with her good hand. “Adesso. A-des-so. One of you says my name too much - the other, not enough.” Humor was returning to her voice, chasing away the more serious intent. It was welcome not just from her on the surface, but deeply, to help her along where she assumed this was heading. A bit of nerves, perhaps? Well, yes - she was on the path to opening herself up to a level of intimacy she’d only read about -

But they deserve it.

Sir Stefan could possibly tell that her emotions were still warring; the increases in heart rate that weren’t tapped into any other tell-tale signs of arousal, the quick flicker of her nostrils as she took in deeper breaths than usual. She hadn’t been this scared, not even when the butler attacked her. But still, she did her best to reign it all in - to remind herself of where she was. That on the most logical level, she was safe.

A soft snicker at Drago’s comment - leaning over to run her hand through his blonde hair, Sir Stefan, for the moment, “forgotten.”

“Well, having a dog, especially an old one,” she grunted as she pulled herself to sit up instead of recline. Still trouble there; her arm hissed in annoyance. Probably wasn’t doing it any favors by moving around as much as she had -wouldn’t it be nice to have it healed from sleep?-, but now was hardly the time to start slacking. Still pressed between of them, she switched her good hand to caress Sir Stefan’s face. No lulling, no dragging into passion. A genuine, gentle exploration of his face, the fineness of his features. Bridge of his nose, eyebrows, jaw, lips. All with a warmth in her eyes that she’d only shown him on brief, passing occasions. No, that wasn’t quite it. There had been a bit of smitten adoration there, the bookworm noticed by the prince of the school. A bit of an immature girl, a step away from giggling every time he looked at her. This was more mature: a calm look of contentment at him and through him, picking him apart, putting him back together, and appreciating what she saw beyond his attractive nature. The knowing, loving look of partners that had been together for decades. “You’re going to have to spend time with him. Try to take him wherever you go. Let him know he’s loved.”

Leaning up, she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Sir Stefan’s mouth, “Loved and cared for. That you won’t leave him.” A kiss to the other side of his mouth - a beat, before her lips met his solidly, softly. Parting.

“But of course, there’s the other things,” a playful glance over to Drago. “You’ve got to keep him well-groomed, take him to the doctor. Play with him.”

She shuffled, awkwardly, without the use of either one of her arms. She was now sitting half-way between the both of them, more in alignment with their thighs, so that the two men could face each other. “And of course…you’ve got to feed him.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Drago’s face cycled through a fascinating sequence of expressions as the implication of Adesso’s words and Sir Stefan’s deep, hungry stare settled in his mind like snowflakes blanketing the street. They…Sir Stefan was going to Kiss…him? His breath hitched, and Sir Stefan laughed again.

“You mean…I…with me?” Drago was sputtering, his hands squeezing the bedsheets. “I…doesn’t it usually…you know…” Drago’s eyes dipped to his cock, still tied in that deep red bow. “And I’m…and you’re…I just…I thought…I…”

Stefan tucked his legs underneath his body, rotating until he could lean over Adesso, his finely sculpted chest inches from her eyes. It was a perfect male torso, the muscle of a man Nighted fresh from exertion, without an ounce of fat. His attention was all on Drago, though. “What is it, Drago?” Stefan was fairly certain he knew what the man’s quarter-formed objection would turn out to be.

“Did you only want to be Kissed by a woman?”

Drago’s pink face turned bright red. His eyes darted to the corner of the room like he was chasing a fugitive dust bunny. He bit his lip. “Well, I thought that…I don’t know if I object, per se…I just…”

His shy, flailing speech was adorable, and Stefan couldn’t help but string him along. “You heard Adesso, didn’t you Drago?” He glanced at her and winked, his face almost sparkling. “We three strays…Did you really believe that you would only be making love with her?”

Drago’s eyes were so wide that they looked fit to roll out of his head onto the silk sheets below. His jaw hung limp from his head. The idea of making love to a man…the fact that he didn’t immediately hate it was…significant, and unexpected. But could he actually see himself, touching and being touched, in that way, by even a man as handsome as Sir Stefan?

“I’ve been with quite a few men over the years, Drago. I know how to make your body sing…” It would’ve been nearly impossible to keep a straight face if Stefan wasn’t a little bit serious. “Would you deny me? Would you deny yourself such pleasures in favor of outdated social conventions?”

Stefan lifted himself up on his knees so he could lean over the blushing young man. When Stefan noticed Drago’s budding erection, a single fang slipped out over his lips. “A body is a body, Drago. Hands are hands. Mouths are mouths.” He looked down, openly ogling the stiffening pink shaft. “I could take you deep into my throat, Drago, and drink from you at your moment of ecstasy, your thick red and white mixing in my mouth…”

Drago was speechless. He hadn’t moved since Stefan started talking, frozen in fear and what he hadn’t yet admitted to himself was arousal. He swallowed, gulping in the stillness.

“But you’re not quite ready for that, are you, Drago?”

Drago took a breath, and ended up gasping for air. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding it. His eyes blinked for the first time in minutes. He had no idea what to say. Stefan wasn’t teasing anymore. He could tell that Drago’s panic was thoroughly combined with arousal, even without the man’s growing erection as a clue.

Stefan looked over at Adesso, letting himself smile at his teasing. “If you don’t mind, I suspect a woman’s touch could help him find his voice again.” He looked back down at Drago’s now-hard cock. “And if we don’t give that somewhere warm to go we’ll have a mess on the sheets…”

He knee-walked to the edge of the bed and stepped off, walking around behind Drago. The commoner tensed when he felt Sir Stefan’s strong hand grip his shoulder. “But in all sincerity, Drago, I hope you’ll consider it. I won’t do anything you object to, but I see no reason Adesso should be the only one to enjoy both our bodies.”

Drago nodded, an uneven, jerking motion. His voice cracked. “May…uh, maybe we could start with a Kiss?”

Stefan’s voice was so steady in comparison. How many men had he seduced along with the women? Did it matter, when he was doing it so well right now?

“Just a Kiss…or would you like to kiss as well?”

Drago closed his eyes, like he couldn’t bear to face his own answer. “I…would be okay with both.” His eyes immediately opened to lock onto Adesso’s, like he wanted to see if she approved, but Stefan was already moving. His hand wrapped around Drago’s chin, pulling his lips up to meet the nobleman’s.

His beard was rough, but not scratchy, and his lips were cold to the touch, but Drago didn’t mind. His cheeks flushed at the intimacy, with a man, and Sir Stefan of all people, but a quiet moan slipped between them, and Drago’s cock hardened further.”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

It was hard not to want to laugh at Drago’s shyness. It was so endearing, the very definition of “adorable.” But she also knew how nerve-wracking it could be to be the sole focus of attention of a very attractive man. She’d felt much the same way under Sir Stefan’s glance: the withering, the wanting to shrink back in on herself, to be as tiny as she possibly could be, but feeling forever pinned by those amber eyes. Far from how it’d been in books, she was caught between melting and wanting to completely vanish. At the time, she knew there had been a bit of anger there too, at being trapped like that, at being so handily embarrassed.

But I can maybe count on one hand, if that, how many times I’ve seen Drago actually angry.

Be that as it may, the last thing she wanted was for anyone to feel upset, put out, or uncomfortable. So it was without a second word that, as Sir Stefan made his way to the edge of the bed, she followed him - and while he positioned himself behind Drago, hand on his shoulder, she crept up to rest on the bed beside him. Her breath was warm against his cheek, followed by the light touch of her lips. Lips that didn’t lessen or move as Drago’s lips were engaged with Sir Stefan’s.

This was a turn that she hadn’t expected - but she couldn’t say it was unwelcomed, or even, if she thought about it more, could’ve been that surprised by. Relationships between the same sex were common, both in Nobility and in Commoners. She’d long suspected that due to the longevity of the former, that any new experience, anything to brighten the long nights, would be welcome. As for Drago, she suspected that his desire was to be Kissed, regardless of the one doing the Kissing.

“I’m right here,” her voice was soft, meant to be soothing, as her hands, even the one in the sling, traced long lines down the landscape of his body. She didn’t expect him to answer her, not with his mouth currently occupied. It didn’t matter. Though she could feel a bit of a fire in her stomach, smoldering coals, she tamped it down. There was time for wild, caution abandoning fucking later. Sir Stefan had mentioned making love, and she, for once, wanted to give him that. And give it to herself: to be slow, to savor what was given her. Not just in physical form, but in emotional form as well, to truly link their hearts, their emotions, together.

So her touches mirrored that. It would have been easy, too easy, to reach lower, to stroke Drago’s be-ribboned cock. And for a moment, she did reach lower - only to gently untie the ribbon, to give him as much relief as she could from that. The ribbon trailed, cool bit of silk, across his thigh as she set it down. Her hands moved up, to wrap round his waist, to pull him slightly backwards into an awkward hug. His skin was so soft, so warm - milky against the deep brown of her skin. Soft, tender strokes of his chest, his sides, even as she moved her face to rest in the crook of his neck, inhaling the soft, clean fragrance of him: soap, a bit of aftershave. Ink and paper, as always. Lips followed nose, reassuring, refusing to let him go.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Drago’s body melted into Adesso’s, and his face melted into Sir Stefan’s. He was being torn in two, except that he wasn’t, because both destinations were the same. He wasn’t in love with Sir Stefan like he was Adesso, but there was something there now that wasn’t there before, something drawing him in like a moth to flame. He could fall in love with Sir Stefan, if he let himself. And why not? Why wouldn’t he want to be in love with both of them, if they both loved him, and loved each other? Wasn’t that a better life, with more love in it?

Sir Stefan’s hand wrapped around Drago’s neck, protecting it, shielding it from harm, and then it slid lower. His voice was molten caramel in Drago’s ear, the color of those closed amber eyes.

“I’m going to touch you now.”

It wasn’t a question, but he waited for Drago to nod. He turned to Adesso first, looking for some confirmation or reassurance, then gave the nobleman a frantic, irregular bobbing of his head. Those strong fingers slid down Drago’s lean, supple chest. His abs tensed when they glided over his waist, and he cried out when they wrapped around his twitching shaft. They were rougher than Adesso’s feminine fingers, and they held firm as Drago’s hips bucked against them.

“Please.”

A low, glowing growl: “Please what.” That wasn’t a question, either.

“Please Kiss me.”

He stroked Drago’s cock once, and held it firm. “Well, I am hungry,” Stefan said. It was the same husky growl, but lighter now, mirthful.

He started stroking Drago’s cock. Not fast, but sure and steady, inexorable. With his other hand, he tilted Drago’s head to the side, exposing his porcelain neck. With one more wink to Adesso, Stefan pointed Drago’s cock right at her spectacular tits. He kissed the man’s neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and the spice of his residual aftershave, the faint floral of his soap. He opened his dark brown lips, exposing those two perfect fangs. The sharp teeth plunged into Drago’s pale flesh, and Drago cried out as pleasure radiated through his body.

An explosion of bliss started at his shoulder before echoing between his toes and the top of his skull. His muscles tensed, relaxed, and tensed again. His eyes rolled back in his head and his vision went black.

Drago came, spraying Adesso’s chest with thick ropes of his seed, coating her rich brown mounds with his white glaze. He came for nearly thirty seconds, spurt after spurt, his last dribbles eventually landing just below Adesso’s navel. In all his short life, Drago had never cum so much, or been so out of breath.

Stefan released his cock and steadied him. “You’ve made quite the mess, Drago. I think you ought to put that tongue to use and clean off our Adesso.” He turned those golden eyeballs to the woman on the bed. “Wouldn’t you say, love?”

Drago didn’t wait for Adesso’s answer, diving forward to lap his cum off her body, every drop he could find. His tongue combed her flesh, cleaning her skin until it shone.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Their voices were muted, coming to her underwater. Words like bits of gold in the shifting pan under a stream, to be combed through and treasures pocketed. This was their time, and she didn’t want to intrude. She hadn’t given much thought to Drago’s sexuality; it wasn’t important in the day to day. Knowing that this amount of intimacy was new to her, she came to the conclusion that it must be for him as well, and rather than overwhelm his senses, she felt herself more drawn to be something comfortable, familiar. And every time that Drago turned to her for reassurance, she was there, with a soft smile and warmth in her eyes. There was nothing of the salacious mirth that Sir Stefan wielded with such confidence. The looks shared between the two of them were their secret - a cracking open of the shell.

“Be nice.” Was her short, sharp reprimand to Sir Stefan at his growl. Not unkind, but a warning nonetheless: she was still fiercely protective of the blonde. Anything that she could have sensed as teasing, or making him uncomfortable, well - it had no place here. Dark eyes watched, alert, at the next movements - concern eased when Drago gave in, without too much consternation.

From his side to his front - it was surprisingly easy to move with the flow of the events, planets orbiting a distant sun. From her new position, still comfortably on her knees, kneeling on the soft expanse of the mattress, it could’ve been described as the best seat in the house. Sir Stefan was beside Drago, the kiss ended, focus moved to the blonde’s throat and to his erect cock. Adesso was aroused; she could feel her sex throbbing in tune with the pulse of her heart, but she couldn’t let go of wanting to watch. Wanting to make sure that Drago was careful, safe, through it all. To see how the blonde reacted to Sir Stefan, to see that seed start to put forth green leaves.

“Ah..!” Surprise, then, though she could’ve kicked herself for not expecting the warm blast of Drago’s cum. If the warmth wasn’t enough, the sheer volume was a close second: she felt herself coated quite thoroughly, from the dip in her throat to half-way down her chest, a few errant strands translucent, bubbling white down her navel. She was pleasantly speechless, dark eyes wide and blinking down at herself, an expression that was adorable and somehow made her look younger, like this was her first sexual experience, that she wasn’t sure what to do or what would happen. Few more blinks to clear her mind, then, a smile. A warm, damp cloth would fit the bill, and would certainly be nice -

She hadn’t expected that.

She made a sound caught between a squawk and a squeak of protest as Drago’s tongue caressed the top of her collarbone, lovingly sweeping across the smooth flesh. Good hand went to caress his back as he “worked,” her cheek against the crown of hair. She couldn’t let herself go; she had to look after him. Even as his tongue worked lower, their bodies separating so that he could “work” easier, she was uncertain, a bit of fear in her eyes. Not of being physically hurt, but of leading Drago astray, of her own ability to receive and let herself go in it. It felt easier to baby Drago - “baby” might have been a strange way to put it, but maybe not too far off as his lips closed round a nipple, tongue flicking at it in the impression of cleaning, but something else there too, the desire to make her breathe harder, but something she couldn’t let go of. Not just yet. Strange, in a flash, rather than a collection of equals, it was an odd family dynamic: Sir Stefan as the father, her as the mother, Drago as the child, the younger man looking towards the two of them to guide him through this, to ease him along -

Brain humming away - ah, they’d lost her. She was still physically there, yes, but her mind, her heart, were on Drago, on keeping him safe, on keeping him happy, on reassuring him. Her own pleasure was firmly tucked away: she had to exercise some self control. Under Drago’s weight, she tilted back, good arm still around his back as she guided him down to the bed with her, laying still as his tongue continued to swipe over her body. She said nothing, but let the soothing motion of her hand across his back do the speaking for her. If she let her body go, let it drift away, she could imagine his tongue was a cloth, that he was smiling at her as he wiped her down, that it was a soft moment, learning each other’s bodies. Head tilted back into the mattress, her sloppy braid was starting to work free, the black ribbon lost somewhere within the sheets.

“Hey…” Softly, through the haze, Drago’s mouth stilling at the sound of her voice, “Could you…could you kiss me?” It was directly specifically at the blonde as she struggled to prop herself up. “Just a little…” Her cheeks were burning. Why did it feel like she was asking the wrong thing, to insist on a little tenderness after his powerful orgasm? She hadn’t done anything other than watch, after all, but..she wanted to be close. Wanted to be held between the two of them, to feel their warmth and hands and mouths and hearts. Wanted to be wrapped up where she couldn’t tell where she ended and they began.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Adesso’s mind could roam in peace. With Drago’s tongue busily roaming her body, and Stefan soaking in the warm, energizing feeling of a fresh meal, neither of them noticed that look in her eyes that would’ve told them she was a hundred miles away. Drago was just so happy to be able to kiss and lick the woman he loved, and the relaxation he could sense from her washed away any reluctance he had to swallowing his own emission. Hades, if it made her sigh like that, he’d eat Sir Stefan’s cum off her. As the thought entered his mind, he realized he might not mind doing that anyway, and he blushed again.

As soon as she asked, Drago lapped up the last of his cum off her tits and crawled up to meet her lips with his own. He hadn’t intended to save any of his seed for her, but the taste was still on his tongue, and he could tell she didn’t mind in the slightest. They were lovers now, Drago and this woman who’d been closer to him than even his own family for years. His mentor, his employer, and now his lover. He smiled against her pouty lips before shifting to the side to press himself against her.

Also pressing against her was Sir Stefan , who had crawled up behind her after she propped herself up. He lifted her slightly, effortlessly, to slide his chest behind her back, his arms wrapping around her. His lips pressed her earlobe, a hum traveling straight to her skull.

“You were right, Adesso.” He knew she thought he said her name too much, and he enjoyed it. It was a beautiful name, and he would never tire of saying it. “There’s no rush.” His hand meandered around her ribs to cup and lift one of her tits, his fingertips kissing that dark nipple. “Finally,” he added with a smile. Stefan’s hand lazily traced the perfect curves of Adesso’s body. He wasn’t trying to get her worked up, although he definitely wasn’t trying not to; he was just peacefully enjoying the touch of his hands on her skin. He traced the scar on her stomach as he kissed her neck, his cool lips making her skin tingle. He wanted her to know how much he enjoyed everything about her body. She wasn’t a novelty, a distraction, or some kind of object of sexual therapy for him. She was his love, a treasure, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, even if he had to settle for just the rest of hers.

Drago’s hand moved to Adesso’s chin, cupping her face and lifting her lips back to his. He smiled again and pulled away, briefly pressing his forehead to hers. “I, uh...I think I missed a bit of my...um...on your…” Drago’s excuse had seemed so much easier to say before he started talking, especially since he was lying his ass off, and very badly. There was no cum on Adesso’s pussy. Yet. But, there was about to be some amount of saliva down there. He abandoned his crude attempt at seduction and blushed again, crawling back down Adesso’s body to begin by kissing the inside of each thigh, one kiss after the other.

Once Drago’s face was between Adesso’s legs, Sir Stefan’s strong fingers turned her chin towards him. He pressed his lips to hers before he let go of her face, and then he just relaxed against her while those same fingers kneaded her tits. “We have time now, to enjoy each other, the three of us, and what would you enjoy, Adesso?”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Salt, musk, sweat. Something a bit more bitter, eased by a sweetness, either real or imagined, of Drago’s lips. Her mind skipped across notes of the kiss as she eased into it, her tongue caressing his own, unhurried, collecting more information. He wasn’t as timid as he had been before; perhaps being Kissed had knocked away those final doors of uncertainty. As he pressed himself against her side, good arm looped around in a careless, loose hug, before turning him loose again.

Shifting now, from warmth to cool, as Sir Stefan slid behind her. Without being fully conscious of it, she allowed herself to sink back into his broad chest, for once, her mind slowing down far enough to allow herself this luxury. “You feel like a bed with new sheets.” It was a lame compliment, one that sounded much worse once let loose in the air. She felt her cheeks heating up. “You know, when they’re still cool, haven’t been slept in…”

None of what I’m saying is making sense.

Thankfully, before she could ramble on and make a bigger fool of herself, Drago was kissing her again. When their lips parted, she smiled against Drago, their foreheads touching. “You’re a terrible liar.” She allowed him to slip down the lines of her body, past Sir Stefan’s occupied hands, across the scars, the silent stories of peril closely outwitted. Thighs parted easily to allow the blonde to settle between them, head tilting back against Sir Stefan’s shoulder as Drago’s tongue made first contact. Less than the sensation, it was more about…letting herself fall. She was going to be caught, it would seem.

A deep sigh, settling back further into Sir Stefan as she made herself all the more comfortable. His question cut through the warm fuzz collecting in the far corners of her mind, and she craned her neck so she could look at him a bit. “Must you be like this?”

Good hand tweaked his nose, not so gently. “You can boss Drago around, but not me.” A slight grin, before leaning to nip at his lower lip. “I know you’re so much more experienced than the two of us, but you don’t get to be ringleader at this circus.”

Shifting, she pulled her knees up, careful not to dislodge Drago. With her good hand, keeping her one in the sling pressed carefully close to her, she reached between the two of their bodies, her thumb caressing the top of his cock. Rubbed in light circles, she tilted her head back against Sir Stefan’s shoulder. There was something, dare she say it, fun, in touching him without any real investment to his own pleasure. She knew he was erect; had to have been after the Kiss he’d given Drago. This was supposed to be the time of exploration - though she knew what he felt like inside of her, she hadn’t allowed herself to touch him, knowing that in doing so, she’d be drawn up further in his web.

“Do you know one of the things I hate the most about you, Sir Stefan? And Nobles in general?” A tender squeeze to the body of his shaft, thumb still on his head. “The way that you act like you know everything. That everyone should listen to you and fall in line.” A soft moan - Drago had hit a sweet spot. He had learned swiftly, or was more intuitive than she gave him credit for. There was the swollen nub of her clitoris, sensitive enough on its own, but he’d gathered that her labia minora were just as sensitive, and his tongue laved long patterns on the arousal slick flesh. “I know this is probably old hat for you. You’ve seen and been in a few orgies, I’d imagine.” Speaking was becoming harder, her breath coming faster as Drago’s tongue flickered, played, along her cunt, savoring her, it felt. “But act like this is the first time someone’s really touched you.” A flickering of her eyes to his, though she wasn’t fully facing him, sliding further down his body as she opened up hers to Drago’s.

“Drago, please….stop.” Her eyes shone with warmth as she bucked her hips up and away from his mouth. “I want you inside of me.” She leaned back further against Sir Stefan, fully intending to use him as a support as Drago got to his knees, inching further up on the bed.

“The first time…and the second time,” she added, with a bit of a flush to her cheeks, “I felt like I could’ve been better. Not hurried. I’d like…for you to make love to me.”

Her hand was worked free from Sir Stefan’s cock, and drawn to Drago’s. Thumb rubbed lazy remnants of his cum, precum, across the smooth pink flesh. She hadn’t done anything to make Sir Stefan move his hands from her breasts, letting him weigh the flesh in his hands, cup them, pinch her nipples lightly, to see how they’d react. The extra stimulation was welcomed, though as much as she wanted to luxuriate further into his touch, she felt that snapped whip of her pride. He’d been in control for too often, too long, too confident in his touch, his handsome face, his abilities. And she wanted to cut him down to size - not unkindly, of course, but as a soft reprimand, a teasing invitation to what lay in store for him.

“And Sir Stefan can watch, right where he is. He’s just eaten, after all, and it’s not good to exercise on a full stomach.” The ghost of a smart-aleck grin, one that quickly fled as she looked at Drago with tenderness in her eyes.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Stefan had never been called a ringleader in his life, as his belly laugh would suggest. Adesso would feel her body shake as the chest she leaned against vibrated with mirth.

“And I suppose *you*’d like to be in charge?” he asked with his trademark smirk. The truth was that he quite liked the idea, as long as she was willing to take turns, but he wanted to tease her. “What would you have me do, then, hm?”

Then her hand was on his cock, and his train of thought left the station. His fingertips squeezed her nipple just like she was squeezing him. It was hard to take the word “hate” seriously when it came with her hand on his shaft, which was good, because he knew she only partially meant it anyway.

“You mean besides how good-looking we are? Oh fuck.” Another squeeze to his shaft.

She was right. He’d been in countless orgies over the decades, but he also knew that they hadn’t been together many times, and the times they had hadn’t been without their conflict a subtext. They were still learning each other. And with the way she challenged him, he felt like he could act like it was their first time. His lips teased her neck in lieu of answer.

“Watch!?” Stefan glared at her from behind her head, but he took his hands off her tits. He only squeezed them once before letting go. Or, twice, to be honest. Still, he let them fall to his side with a grumble. If she was intent on driving her mad, he would let her reap what she sowed.

“Very well, Mistress,” he teased. He knew she didn’t want subservience, certainly not from him and not even from Drago. She wanted the back and forth, the push and pull, and in that way the two men were perfect for her. From Drago she got the pull and pull, and Stefan provided the push and push. The fact that they were starting to enjoy each other as well was just the breading on the plum dumpling.

Drago crawled over Adesso’s body, trying to put the fact that she was still leaning against a naked, erect Sir Stefan out of his mind. As new as his relationship with Adesso was, it was more comfortable than these strange feelings for the nobleman. He settled himself at her entrance, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “For the record, th-those times were perfect.” His lips caressed her cheek. “But I like not hurrying.”

He thrust his hips, sliding himself inside her as slowly as he could manage. He exhaled against her neck as her entrance stroked his length, pleasure shooting up his spine to escape his parted lips. “You feel so good.” He wished his hands were free so he could touch her, massage her shoulders and take over for Stefan on her breasts.

He started pumping in and out of her, her soft flesh slapping against his hips. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once. His cock somehow didn’t feel like enough. “I love you,” he breathed against her chin.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

It would've been easy to continue the “witty" banter between herself and Sir Stefan, but why lose herself in that when Drago was slipping higher between her thighs, positioning the tip of that flushed head at the juncture of her thighs? Indeed, with a rush of hot breath over partially opened lips, Drago commanded all of her attention. A hum, thrumming through her entire body, as Drago pushed inside of her. Uninjured arm wrapped around the back of his neck, crook of her elbow pulling him in closer. Close but loose enough for him to move.

She could’ve answered Drago’s response with something snide, off the cuff, or, more naturally, something self-depreciating. Of course it would’ve been perfect: he hadn’t had anything before to judge by. But she knew, even now, all of the ways that she could have made it better. Show that she legitimately cared, and wasn’t just doing him a favor, like taking out the trash. Like she could’ve sent him off in the world, all the better to be Kissed, since he’d had a woman. Well, now, she had the time to make it up to him.

Leaning back against Sir Stefan, she used the Nobleman’s body as leverage to push her up. Nose brushed against cheek, against clouds of blonde hair. A searching with lips - tracing familiar features, before landing against their mate - the warmth of Drago’s mouth soothing. Comforting. Slow like thick honey, she kissed him. Long, but not hurried. She kissed him with a familiarity that spoke volumes. It wasn’t just that they worked together, but a plumbing of something deeper. What she’d tried to say whenever she bought him those gifts and made no big deal about it. Maybe some dusty desire, something she had long locked away, shoo’ed aside the possibility because he deserved better, better than idle thoughts.

Lips parted, and she smiled against his lips. Legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, and she was riding him, as easy as a boat on the waves. Back and forth, in and out, her body blending with his, pleasure secondary to the sheer relief it was to finally be able to speak to Drago in a place without words. Wanting to share, reassure, and to wade deeper into his waters. The fact that she was leaning against Sir Stefan no longer seemed to occur to her. Perhaps he would be able to sense it: not that she had forgotten him, but that she was finally letting go. A pressing back of her body into Sir Stefan’s, all teasing pushed aside. If her other arm wasn't in the sling, she would have reached out to caress Sir Stefan as well, to bring him into this happening.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Adesso was right. Drago agreed that this time was better. He didn’t know if it was anything she was doing, or if he just felt more sure of himself and their relationship. His nerves hadn’t disappeared completely, but they weren’t as much of a distraction this time. Instead, they added a bit more flutter to his stomach, and a tingle down his spine.

Of course, Adesso, the woman he loved before he even knew it, but never thought could love him back, was adding her own tingle to his spine. Her lips sparked against his, and they melted together. He could feel her burning cunt squeeze and stroke his cock, but even that wonderful sensation just wasn’t as important to him in this moment as the intimacy between them. His cock pushed deep inside her just to bring their bodies closer.

Drago’s chest grazed those dark brown nipples as he dipped again for another boiling kiss, and another. “I love you, Adesso.”

Behind her, Stefan leaned forward to nudge Adesso with his forehead. “I know I’m just supposed to watch, but I think Drago would appreciate hearing ‘I love you, too,’ Adesso.”

Other than that suggestion, Stefan was content to lie back and let Adesso lean against him while Drago fucked her. Oh, it was torture. His cock was so swollen it was painful. He was desperate for someone’s touch on his shaft, anyone’s. But it was a torture he’d experienced before, and part of him enjoyed it. He would wait.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Mmm,” whispered against Drago’s lips, slightly before Sir Stefan had made his suggestion. After which, she shot him a quick glance, a didn’t I tell you to keep out of this that was partially teasing, partially reprimanding. She didn’t feel like the words were right. She was showing Drago how she felt with her body: even at this point, she didn’t trust in her words enough to truly convey how she was feeling.

Her hips continued to writhe, up and down, down and up, matching each of Drago’s thrusts perfectly, with a bit of additional angling to get the ridge of his pelvis to brush up against her swollen clitoris. She’d been close to cumming before, but she hadn’t wanted to, not like that. The slow pace that they were going at was steadily feeding her fire, bits of kindling added a lazy handful at a time. And it would be her that would speed things up, locking Drago in place with her legs, manipulating him as much as she could with one good arm and the leverage of her legs. Her breathing came harder, faster, heated: soft whines as she approached her orgasm, her cunt tightening, nearly forcing him out as she grew closer.

When she came, it was candle wax slowly dripping down the side of the candelabra. A soft hiccup of Drago’s name as her nails lightly bit into his back, her own arching up, pushing her into him. The grip of her legs tightened, trembling, before going limp, falling to either side of him. Eyes closed, all she could smell, feel, were Sir Stefan and Drago, her world shrunk down to the two of them. For the first time since she could remember, she could…focus on what was around her. Her mind wasn’t trying to play tricks, or do what it could to remind her that she wasn’t worth this. Wasn’t worth being loved and cared for. It rolled over her in a tender wave, keeping her eyes shut but a small smile on her lips. Sweat-dampened bodies pressed together, a safe haven for the two of them.

Tilting her head back with a soft thump, she sighed, completely content, good hand drawing spirals and looping whorls across Drago’s sweat dampened back. One kiss, another, a third, “For luck,” she said, with a bit of a grin, as her lips left the blonde’s, and then she was looking back at Sir Stefan, warmth bolstered by her intimacy with Drago. “I suppose you’ll want your turn now…”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Adesso’s cheek warmed Drago’s palm as he kissed her once more, quick to let her breathe after her climax. He didn’t care what words she said or didn’t say, as long as he was hers. He was still hard. After his Kiss, he could keep going, but he wanted to let Adesso relax and enjoy her orgasm. He looked at Sir Stefan and nodded. Of course it was Sir Stefan’s turn to be taken care of. He slid out of Adesso’s pussy with only a small hiss of regret.

Stefan leaned down to press his lips to Adesso’s face after she turned to him. Afterward, his eyes met hers, a golden harbor welcoming her returning ships. He was unhurried, answering her with a deep and profound peace. “Of course I do. That was fucking hot.”

He smiled, his bright white teeth lighting up the miniscule space between them. His hands drifted to her sides, fingertips remembering the shape of her. He wanted to be careful with her, her injured arm, her battered body, but he was going to fuck her, one way or another.

“Come here.” He slid down beside her, lying on his back. His hands lifted and supported her, more than she really needed, always more, until she was lying on top of him. “I love you, too, Adesso.” His smile twisted into a rakish smirk, and just because he knew she hated it: “Adesso…”

Her name dripped from his lips, honey-sweet, butter-smooth, and molasses-thick. His body felt warm despite not creating any heat of its own. Maybe that was part of why he needed her so much. At the moment, though, he needed something else.

“Drago, would you kindly guide my cock into her cunt, if you please?” he asked, partially because it was easier than re-positioning the two of them, but mostly because he knew it would make Drago uncomfortable.

“Oh! Um…” Drago was torn between wanting to be helpful and feeling apprehensive about touching Sir Stefan’s cock, but ultimately he couldn’t leave Adesso unfilled. He quickly moved Stefan’s thick shaft into position with his fingertips, trying to have as little contact as possible, and the nobleman quickly pushed inside her with his hips.

He sighed against her shoulders as soon as he felt her insides stroke his flesh. He’d been inside her, what, twice? Thrice? But still he felt at home. There was nowhere in the world he belonged more than deep in Adesso’s cunt. He knew that now. This was no dalliance, no diversion. This was forever.

But there was one thing missing. Stefan’s strong fingers reached back and spread those delightful asscheeks apart. “Drago, you wouldn’t leave this spectacular ass empty, would you?”

Stefan waited, his thick cock steel-hard inside her velvet tunnel, while her other lover hemmed and hawed.

“Is that...do you...would I...Adesso?” His hand fell to rest on her calf, squeezing her more for comfort than to get her attention. “I haven’t done…that...before. Would you…like it?”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Sir Stefan’s returning kiss was much more playful, mischievous. It seemed fitting: Drago required tenderness, and Sir Stefan? As much attitude as she could muster. But even then, there was a sweetness as she nipped his lower lip, tugging, feather-light, letting go with a breathy laugh. The hum of the orgasm coursed through her veins, making the rest of the world a hazy celestial state.

“You have such a way with words,” another nip to his lower lip, hand leaving Drago’s back to trace the lines of Sir Stefan’s mustache. “I didn’t think blushing young virgins knew such words.” A darting of the eyes to Drago, putting him on the spot. “Do they?”

Before Drago could answer, Sir Stefan had made his request - rather nicely, she thought - and so she was moving to accommodate him. Tentatively, she pressed down on the mattress with her good arm, slowly navigating around Drago, who offered a helping hand. His thoughtfulness was greeted with a warm smile. That was progress - since when had she accepted help without turning it away? Or worse: showed weakness? And what else could she be in this moment other than weak, needing assistance?

Positioned on Sir Stefan’s stomach, right above his erect cock, she frowned down at him - one mention of her name too much. “You’re a child.” A tweak of his left nipple, not too gently. Wanting to hear him hiss in pain, wanting to see him recoil just a little bit. Of course, she stopped before she could do anything to hurt him (like a fly could hurt the window that it flew into). “It’s a sad day when the youngest of us is the most mature,” another warm smile to Drago. For all of his stammering and blushing in sexual situations, he’d always had a “sense of reason” air to him. “But then again, there’s a reason why I hired him. Besides the fact that I thought he was quite handsome.” It would have come as a surprise; until recently, Adesso had shown no inclination to thinking of Drago as anything other than an exemplary assistant. Before she could get lost in those brief, fond memories of when the blonde had first arrived at her shop, Sir Stefan was speaking -

She did what she could to ease Drago’s discomfort - suddenly struck with the same heat of embarrassment - rocking forward on her knees, then, sliding back onto Sir Stefan’s cock. A nearly inaudible hiccup - she’d caught herself before she moaned too loudly. Somewhere, she’d registered that if she was too loud, caused too much of a fuss, that she could potentially embarrass Drago, make him think that he wasn’t good enough. That was far from the truth, but Sir Stefan did have the larger cock. And even after being worked open by the slow lovemaking that her and Drago had engaged in, Sir Stefan still stretched her to the razor’s edge of painful, and even as she eased down on his cock, eased by her own fluids, it was with knitted brows, sucking in her lower lip as she tried to take her time. All for nothing, for Sir Stefan thrust up into her, jarring that a yelping moan from her, despite her attempts to be quieter. Leaning forward to brace herself, she clutched at his chest with trembling hands, her head lowered, breathing fast, panting open-mouthed.

“Oh, Gods…” Soft, stuttering out, as she tried to manage the new intrusion. Her walls seemed to be reluctant to ease his passage, if anything, it felt that she was trying to force him out. She would fold herself over Sir Stefan, her forehead to his chest, as she tried to force her cunt to relax, to ease around him. There hadn’t been much recovery time from her last orgasm, and the heightened sensitivity made her hiss. Soon enough, though, her forehead still against his chest, she was canting her hips back and forth, working that cock deeper inside of her, not pulling out, not letting him move his own hips up and down. Stirring him inside, smoothly rocking forward and back, until she let just a fraction of his cock slid out of her, before quickly swallowing him back into her body, trembling as she did so. Overly sensitive flesh was warming, becoming more receptive to a new bout of pleasure. Her movements would reflect that: more confident rolling of her hips, good arm moving to grasp the top of Sir Stefan’s thigh, before she lifted her head, leaning towards him, lifting herself half-way off of his phallus for a kiss - asked for quietly, and when given, responded to with a sweetness that she hadn’t shown him before. A reminder to herself that there was no need to rush; that Sir Stefan’s mind and body were truly there with her, not thinking of the next thing, the next distraction.

Well - almost.

As the kiss ended, Sir Stefan’s question cut through the air heavy with her groans. “What..!”

She glanced at him. Then at Drago. There was a hint of panic in her eyes. She hadn’t thought of that. But…was she opposed? The resulting serious expression that took over her face was laughable; it was clear she was weighing pros and cons, the should and the should nots before she spoke next.

“I…erm,” a stammer? From her? Surely the underworld had gone cold. “I haven’t…done anything like that before.” Who was speaking - Adesso or Drago? It certainly sounded that one had rubbed off on the other. “If…you want to try it Drago, we can…I’d like to feel the both of you at the same time, if I could…”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Sir Stefan groaned as Adesso worked her way down his shaft. “You feel like nothing else, Adesso,” he purred into her ear. It was true, too. It wasn’t the moment to mention all the cunts he’d been inside, all the sensations he’d felt in his long life, but there was something different about Adesso: her mind, her eyes, her body, her drive, her pussy. He felt it anytime he was near her, but as attuned as he was to sex, he noticed it most keenly in bed: they were meant for each other, by whoever it was that meant these things. The three of them belonged together.

That was what gave him the idea to nudge Drago into her ass. The young man was beautiful, and Stefan predicted that they would fall for each other soon; it was virtually confirmed by his reaction to Stefan’s touch and Kiss. Feeling his gorgeous cock through that thin sheet of flesh between Adesso’s ass and her cunt was going to send Stefan through the roof.

He was honestly surprised she hadn’t had anyone in the back way before. “You’re adorable,” said Stefan’s words. His face said that he was the cat that got the cream. They both wanted it; they just needed a small push, and Stefan was more than happy to provide.

“There are some oils in the dresser. Top drawer,” he said before Drago got too hasty. He couldn’t see the man’s reaction with Adesso lying on him like Aphrodite reclining on the scallop shell, but he could sense his movements. “Don’t be stingy.”

He hadn’t moved since Adesso had seated him deep inside her, but he wasn’t having any trouble staying hard. The comforting weight of her body on him, her warmth, her skin sliding across his, all of it filled him with undeniable lust.

Stefan waited until he felt Adesso’s already tight cunt tighten even further. The head of Drago’s cock rubbed along the bottom of Stefan’s shaft with only a tiny bit of Adesso between them, and he groaned with the pressure.

Drago stopped when his tip was inside, letting all three of them adjust to his intrusion, but he couldn’t wait for long. It felt too good, and his lust was far too high. His hands squeezed the cheeks of Adesso’s ass, her firm flesh deforming around his pale fingers. “Is that…are you alright…Adesso?”

Once she was ready, he pushed in, slowly thrusting deeper until his balls rested against Sir Stefan’s. Finally, the two of them started moving back and forth. Their motions were irregular at first, out of sync, Drago jerking his hips as Stefan tried to match his pace.

“Steady, Drago. Breathe.”

With a bit more coaching, and patience, they started working together to rearrange Adesso’s insides. Stefan pushed Adesso into the air, pushing deep inside her as Drago pulled his hips back. Then, a reverse, Stefan sinking into the expensive sheets as Drago sank deep into her bowels. They slowly picked up their pace until all three of them could barely concentrate on anything other than the sensations of their bodies, the warmth, the friction, the pressure. They were the only three people in the world. Everything else fell away. There was only Adesso, and Drago, and Stefan, and the coming wave of blissful abandon that pumped closer with every second of frenzied exertion.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Oh gods…” A low groan, almost painful, as her fingernails dug into Sir Stefan’s chest. “It’s too much; I’m too full,” each word a breathless pant, her body struggling to accommodate both of their members. They were pressing up against each other, deep within her, stretching the wall between the two of them to near transparency. Drago’s passage into her rear had been tough going; she had to relax, but how could she, knowing what was going to happen, what Sir Stefan had in mind, and she couldn’t say no, because she was curious, really, and had thought, in her deeper, intimate thoughts that perhaps one day this would happen, but that had only been daydreams -

But now it was happening and her mind was about to overload. There was no time for doubts, for second guessing, for thinking about her scars and her stomach and the stubble under her armpits or how she probably looked like an unfinished and an abandoned doll caught between the perfection of these two men, there was only the feeling of being full, so full that if she opened her mouth, the combined cocks of Sir Stefan and Drago would spill out of her -

Lowering her forehead to Sir Stefan’s shoulder, when she spoke again, she sounded like she was either fighting back tears or drowning in them. The fullness was too much, but then, it wasn’t enough or then it was perfect, only the smallest change in either her body or Sir Stefan’s or Drago’s would change the overall sensation, a thrust from Sir Stefan would nudge against the swollen nub of her clitoris pushing her closer to an orgasm, or a pulling back from Drago would mean cold air, sudden compared to the hot press of his hips, dragging out of muscles that fought to keep him from coming back in and expelled him with ease, but also contracted just so -

Bites of fingernails turned deeper - lips parted against Sir Stefan’s chest, the spittle that collected them from her opened mouth second only to the amount of fluid she was leaking on his cock, thick and hot. Words turned into abstractions, lewd moans that wouldn’t have been out of place at one of the Countess’s orgies, but deeper than that: this was no performance from her, but cries dug, pulled, straight from her stomach, her sex, as her pleasure mounted higher and higher, the pace of the two men finally hitting that groove of three partners finding each other truly, cutting through the chaos and misspoken emotions to get to the core of everything.

From fingers to claws - without warning, she raked her nails down Sir Stefan’s chest - her orgasm hit her like an out of control carriage. Nothing she’d experienced before this, not even in her wildest imagination - it was so much. Lights flickered behind her eyes, and when her senses returned to her, she was vaguely aware of her own voice, howling in pleasure, cutting through the sea of bliss that surrounded the three of them. She’d clawed Sir Stefan in an unconscious effort to steel herself, but it did nothing, even as the marks turned red beneath her nails. She was shaking uncontrollably, drool mingling with the red lines on Sir Stefan’s chest, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to remain conscious through it all. Her whole existence seemed to be one long orgasm, the slightest move from either man enough to spark weakening waves of bliss through her. Her cunt, her ass, both flexed, fluttered around their cocks, threatening to push them both out from the force of her clenching.

She couldn’t speak. Wasn’t sure if anyone had spoken to her. All she could do was lay bonelessly on top of Sir Stefan, shaking still, as if she’d been frightened, her breathing erratic and harsh, but slowly returning to a calmer state. Her eyes were closed, tears collected in the dark fringe of her eyelashes.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Stefan wasn’t sure when Drago came, but just before Adesso collapsed he felt warmth dripping down the base of his cock. He was nearing the edge anyway, and the knowledge that her ass was overflowing with their mutual lovers’ seed was enough to tip him over. Stefan crushed Adesso against his chest, his strength barely under control, as his own seed shot up the length of his cock, his chest clenching in bliss.

He fired rope after rope of his ephemeral fluids inside her. It was an exorcism. His grief for Geofri remained, but all his frustration with himself for pushing Adesso away, his anxiety about the virus, his worry for the future, it was all ripped, exquisitely, agonizingly, powerfully from his body. They were going to be together, at least as far in the future as they could plan. Adesso was beautiful, intelligent, capable, independent, and kind, and she was going to be a part of his life, along with this handsome young man in her ass that Stefan knew he would grow to love. It was a very different future than he’d imagined for himself: warmer, more peaceful, content. Now that he could see it, he wanted it more than anything.

Stefan used his strength to pull Drago up toward the two of them and turn the three of them to lie on their sides, keeping both men’s softening cocks inside Adesso’s warm holes. His cum would be gone in a minute, but Drago’s and Adesso’s would linger. Stefan reached down to swipe his finger around the base of his cock and lift their three combined juices to his lips. Just a small taste put a mischievous smile on his lips, and he held his finger out to Adesso with the rest.

Afterward, he gave her that same blinding smile he’d worn the day he entered her office, but this time he was right: they were going to be together forever.

“I love you, Adesso.”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“So he says, with cum on his breath.” Laughter light against Sir Stefan’s lips. Not that she had much room to speak; she’d lapped his pre-offered finger clean without a second thought. “I think you’re just okay. Drago, though, I love,” teasingly, she pressed her rear back into Drago, feeling his limp cock struggle to stay buried within her. She took it without a second thought that Sir Stefan knew that she was teasing him. With the way that she was snuggled against him, her breathing easy, content. The trembling easing, leaving her pleasantly boneless between the two men, an Adesso shaped pudding.

For a while, there was nothing but the breathing of the three, harsh breaths calming into slower, steady pulses, Drago and Adesso combined heat against the chill of Sir Stefan. Not that it mattered; their sweat mingled together, coated the Noble as well as them. Slipping a leg between Sir Stefan’s, she pressed her forehead against his chest, her eyes closed. She could have easily slipped away into slumber, right here, right now, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Not just yet.

Should she say something - about how this case was finally over, that they were safe? What would she do in the future? And not even that far ahead - what would she do tomorrow? There was still the question of the offer being given to her. Loose ends about the virus, perhaps.

“I think I just worked those cases for free,” she suddenly sighed, rolling over onto her back. It was a gesture that she hated to make, for it wrenched the limp cocks of her lovers from her body, but she wanted to be able to look at both of them as she pleased. With Drago having been behind her before, she felt that perhaps it would come off as that she was ignoring him. But he had played an equal part in that orgasm, and she couldn’t let him think that he hadn’t. “I don’t have the heart to charge Boala’s family, after all they’ve been through - and Sir Stefan, I believe I’m more in your debt than anything. What, with the suit and all…” Lightly said, but there was an edge of honesty there as well.

Pressing the heels of her hands into her closed eyes (as well as she could, with the one broken) she let out a long sigh. Not dramatic; but one of a woman who’d finally set down a large load. “I’m going to have to take a look at the books tomorrow. Drago, when’s the last time you did the expenses…?”

No soft pillow talk there: no sweet nothings, murmurings of undying love. But this was Adesso - and it spoke volumes that this is what she brought up. With Drago, it may have been a given, but to loop in Sir Stefan, well, that was something. A final breaking down of those last walls of hers, letting both men into her proverbial castle. “After all of this chaos, I was thinking about retiring…but maybe a vacation is in order. But after we figure out the books. Can’t go running off and put ourselves in the red because I’m tired. And before you even think about it: no, I will not take any more money from you,” she reached over, pinching Sir Stefan’s nipple lightly.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Sir Stefan’s second life had essentially been one long vacation, but the idea of taking one with Adesso and Drago sounded much more pleasant. The stress of the conflict had worn on him, too, as had the grief of losing Geofri. A vacation wouldn’t rid him of that grief, but letting it rest on a shelf for a time would let him approach it again with a renewed spirit and a growing will to thrive, to enjoy as many years with his new lovers as he could. He was looking forward to it.

Drago’s mind quickly shifted, ignoring the fact that he was naked in bed with two lovers in favor of his practiced professionalism. “Just before that night Ignat and Sir Stefan came in. Just before we started these cases.” He tried to think about what they’d spent since then: the carriages to Plainside, and room and board there. He couldn’t think of anything else. He also wasn’t going to mention that Sir Stefan had already paid their usual rate, slipping him the money the night before while Adesso was recovering at the palace.

“We should have enough to keep the lights on while we take some time off. I can go in now and update the ledger–”

He was interrupted by a low chuckle from Sir Stefan, who hadn’t been listening until Adesso pinched his nipple. Stefan smiled at her teasing. “No, I don’t suppose you would.” That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to spend a little bit on the three of them enjoying themselves. “But I’m going to insist on paying for a few luxuries during our vacation, and the two of you must agree to share them with me.“ He reached down to return Adesso’s pinched nipple, making sure to use a light touch. “After all, you can’t expect me to relax without some decent amenities, and it’s far past time for you to have a damn cup of that Yishi tea…”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Oh, fuck you, Sir Stefan, looking down on the little people.” A surprised gasp as he pinched at her nipple - before she returned it - this time with her teeth. Moving surprisingly swift, she was on him, her teeth closed round his right nipple before she was moving off of him.

Now it was Drago’s turn. She simply rolled over, and laid on top of him, chest to chest, thighs to thighs. Though her sex was a bit sore from having taken both of them so soon after one another, being on top of Drago was enough to cause a small flicker in her cunt. “Mmm…” She rubbed her cheek against his collarbones, reaching up with her good hand to card her fingers through his blonde hair. “My sweetest Drago. I can always rely on you.” Shifting up, she captured his lips with hers, salaciously driving her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless.

“We’ll take a look at the books when we’re done here,” a glance over to Sir Stefan, a small smile there. Its meaning was clear: a welcome for him to join them, to accompany them wherever they went. “I’d like to see how much time we’re able to take off. I keep thinking about wanting to go to the ocean. I’ve never been. It might be nice…all of us,” the last bit halting: not out of annoyance, but rather, out of being shy. It felt like if she spoke of this new arrangement, these new feelings, too much, too loudly, they’d all vanish. It’d be some terrible illusion of happiness, meant to slip out of her fingers. “Then…I guess figure out where this goes.”

There were practical things to think about: her apartment, for one. “I…” She sighed. She had to be brave. She rolled off of Drago, but only just so - her right leg was still slung over his body. “I guess Drago was in the process of moving in with me.” After all this time, she’d assumed that he lived on his own; wasn’t sure if he still stayed with the family he never really talked about. They were alike in that regard. “I’d like…to keep my own place. I can’t claim you,” she said, somewhat flatly, as she looked over to Sir Stefan. “I can’t tell you where to go or who to see or who to do or what to do. So I suspect that you’d want to keep your own apartment, and your own social circles….”

He was like a dove; captured for now - but once the gilt cage door was open, he’d fly away. Best to keep that door always open, rather than bear the grief of him one day vanishing. Though it was still there: she’d have to come to terms with it. “Just let us know when you’re going to be coming by. I’ll set out the one set of matching plates I own.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Can’t claim me? Sir Stefan fought back the urge to interrupt her. As brilliant as she was, as far as they’d come together, as many times as they’d cum together, Adesso still needed him to set the tone for how tied to each other they were going to be. She was trying to make light of it, but he knew she still expected him to take his fill and then leave her. If she wanted to get rid of him, she was going to have to try harder than that.

Let them know when he was going to be coming by? That was not what their relationship was going to be like. Sir Stefan rolled over and quickly pounced on top of Adesso’s naked body. He almost lost his train of thought; she was just so beautiful.

“You CAN claim me,” he growled, his tone anything but playful, a hardened edge in his gaze. His hands flew to her cheeks, softly lifting her face to look into his eyes. He tried to put everything he felt into that look, into these few words: the future he wanted to share with the two of them, the conviction that it would be for the rest of her life, and Drago’s.

There were stories about noble men and women using magic when they made eye contact to sway the minds of the common folk, to hypnotize them and control them. There was no truth in it: the nobility were just beautiful, charismatic people. They were difficult to say no to for plenty of mundane reasons without any magical hypnosis. Still, if Stefan did have the ability to mesmerize some confidence into her about his feelings, he’d’ve been sorely tempted.

“We claim each other. You, me, and Drago. That’s how this works, Adesso. It doesn’t mean that we don’t have our freedom, but when I tell you I’m yours, you need to start believing it.” He leaned in, adding another layer of animalistic rasp to his voice. “Just like the two of you are mine.”

He leaned back, reaching behind him to slide his fingers into Adesso’s well-fucked pussy. “This cunt is Drago’s, and it is mine.” With a Herculean force of will, he barely rubbed her clit for a few seconds before he removed his hand. Next, he picked up her hands and wrapped them around his thick cock. With how hard they’d fucked that evening, a commoner’s cock would’ve been reddened and overly sensitive, as Drago’s was at that very moment, but Stefan’s noble flesh was more resilient than that, in more ways than one. He started to harden again, but cumming again wasn’t his immediate plan. “This cock is yours, and Drago’s.” He looked over at the pale young man, who looked tense at the rough edges of Stefan’s voice. “Whose cock is this?”

Drago gulped. The authority he could hear coming from Sir Stefan was doing some things to him that he hadn’t expected. “H-hers, and…and m-mine.”

Stefan looked at Adesso, the corners of his lips turning up despite himself. “He gets it.” He used his left hand to hold Adesso’s hands around his cock, while his right slid over to lift and squeeze Drago’s.

“Gods and Goddesses!” Drago gasped, and that gasp turned into a moan. “And whose cock is this?”

“Yours and hers! It’s yours! Oh!” Stefan gave it a single, quick stroke, feeling Drago’s hips buck under his fist.

“I’m not going any Gods-and-Goddesses-damned-where. Is that understood?”

Maybe there was another way he could get through to her. “I know it took Yohko a while to believe that Biru loved her, but we’ve been through enough together that we can skip past that. I. Love. You.”

Drago’s eyebrows raised. Was Sir Stefan comparing himself to Biru? No. If one of them was the Biru in this relationship, it was him. He certainly wasn’t Ash. Drago could never be as…bold and decisive as Ash. “You’re not Biru, though,” he said before he really thought it through. “You’re the Ash here.”

“Yes, well, it’s not a perfect analogy.”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She didn’t have time to even squeak as Sir Stefan rolled her - effectively pinning her on her back. That flare of primal nervousness: Sir Stefan, for all of his aristocratic airs and dress, was a predator. He fed on blood, had strength several times hers. But even more than that, he was doing the thing that perpetually put her on edge: he was too close to her. She was quite caged beneath him, the nerves showing in her eyes darting from one side to the other, before finally locking on his.

More than the tone of his voice, the intensity of his gaze kept her in place. Adesso largely considered herself an observer of life, rather than a true participant - and here Sir Stefan was, knocking down those doors, grabbing her hand and pulling her after him. In those golden eyes, there was nothing but truth, something she couldn’t deny or try to explain away. Not with her senses the way they were. But it was like looking into the sun; her eyes watered the longer he held her captive.

Claim. That was a word she had a problem with. She understood his context, what, with the intensity of that gaze, but “claim” meant ownership - and that’s not something she agreed with. Yes, there was the innate fear that both men would grow tired of her and leave, but who would she be if she kept them beside her for her own benefit if they were miserable?

Not that she had time to respond: Sir Stefan slipped two fingers into her sore sex, and a small whimper left her. She was still soaked from her intense orgasm, and his fingers moved inside of her with ease. A small rocking forward of her hips, to impale herself a bit more upon him. Oh, she was sore. Smoldering embers were stoked; surely he could smell that flicker of arousal that came from her, the way she leaned into his hand. It’d be a great way to end this awkward conversation, that was for sure. Before she could get lost in his touch, it was gone - a soft sigh, partially of relief, partially of loss, left her as she settled back into the bed, her head spinning.

“Don’t torment Drago,” a half-hearted complaint, after hearing the blonde’s belabored voice. Still protective of him; something she suspected she would be for the rest of her life. The blonde could grow two feet, put on hundreds of pounds of muscle and tower over her, and she would still protect him like he was a precious kitten. “He’s shy,” she grumbled. It was still somewhat odd for her to consider that the blonde had any sort of sexual desire; he’d come off as so professional, so crisp and naive, that the fact that he was thrusting, timidly, back into the hand of another man was surprising. Her own hand on Sir Stefan’s cock had idly been stroking him, as if his erect cock was a lapdog. Slow, patient strokes, savoring the smoothness of his skin, but with no real desire to get him to cum.

She was about to say something more, about to have a sweet moment, she could just feel it - and then her face went absolutely cherry red. It would have been possible to fry an egg on her face with how hot it became, and her hands flew away from both of the men to cover her face. Mortification rolled off of her, tidal waves of embarrassment. It was bad enough to have her taste in books called out, but to name the protagonists…

“Oh my gods,” it was a low, embarrassed moan, akin to a teenager girl’s response to teasing from her mother about a crush. “I hate both of you! I can’t have anything to myself, can I?!” The words were muffled by her hands over her face. She didn’t trust herself to show her face to either one of them right now. She would curl in on herself if she could, completely vanish in a puff of smoke. “….But Drago’s right. Sir Stefan is Ash.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

A low rumble of laughter bubbled up from Sir Stefan’s lungs. “I said it wasn’t a perfect analogy.” This affectionate teasing was a balm to his soul. It had been decades since he and Geofri had poked fun at each other like this, and Countess Donia’s teasing was always more like flirting anyway. He did enjoy some good flirting, though, and with his cock hard from Adesso’s earlier stroking as well as the scent of her arousal, his mind was on more than jokes.

“And besides,” he purred, his hands roaming up and down the sides of her body, enjoying her warmth and softness. “Did you really expect to be able to look like this and not have me want to learn more about you?” His hands squeezed her hips. “Maria at the library was very helpful, you know.” His hands slid back up beside her breasts. He tried to make eye contact past her hands. “I think she approved of your tastes in…what did she call them? Naughty books?”

Drago swatted at Sir Stefan’s hands. They didn’t move away. “Stop teasing her!” he yelped without venom. “Can’t you see she’s embarrassed?”

Stefan didn’t speak, but his eyes said Yes, Drago. That was the point, after all.

Drago rolled over to press himself against Adesso’s side protectively. “Of course you can have things to yourself. As many as you want.” His fingers stroked her forearm. “I–we–just wanted to know as much about you as we could, right, Sir Stefan?”

“Just Stefan, Drago. No need for titles between us.” Sir Stefan’s voice was more neutral now that he was being chastised by Drago’s flawless earnestness. “And yes. You captivated me, Adesso. I…needed to try to understand you.”

Drago tried to kiss her cheek, but all he got was more forearm. He didn’t mind. “And I loved you for longer than I knew. I just wanted to share more things with you, even if you didn’t know it.” He raised his eyebrows with a warm smile. “So keep as many things for yourself as you need. I just hope you share more with us.”

Sir Stefan clambered off Adesso’s waist and burrowed into her other side before lifting the giant bedsheets over their bodies. The two men just held her in silence, finally resting together.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Outside of the self-imposed prison of her hands, she could hear both men clearly; feel Sir Stefan’s hands on her body, Drago’s following, to chase them away. As they spoke, she grumbled into her hands, her breath hot and damp back against her face.

Sir Stefan is incorrigible.

Keeping one hand glued to her face, she used the other to swat Sir Stefan’s hands away. “Always sex with you. And I can’t believe you spoke to Maria.” In a sense, it was oddly…flattering? Maria wasn’t the most talkative woman in the world - but Sir Stefan could charm the birds from the sky. It was horribly invasive, in more than one way, that she knew. She couldn’t figure out if she was even more embarrassed that his efforts had provided fruitful, or that he’d potentially gone in there fishing for a particular answer.

A heavy sigh as she pulled her other hand away from her face. Might as well get used to it now. Drago had done much to soothe her - somehow, the same action was much more charming on him. It meant more quiet observation: a hallmark of a good detective. Sir Stefan was a bull in a china shop, Drago was a moth fluttering about.

“You’ll have to learn to not be so oversexed with us,” she tossed over her shoulder in Sir Stefan’s direction. “Even with this.” A playful grab to his cock. “There’s more to life than that. And I hope you’ll…join us, in re-discovering that.” How could she explain the simple joy of sitting in the office, engrossed in a book, tea steaming beside her, while she knew Drago was in the same area, reading, mending, tinkering? “You know, quiet times that don’t have to go anywhere…That’s the sort of thing I want to share with you. Both of you,” emphasis on the ‘both’, as she pressed her chest to Drago’s back. Hopefully he understood; she got the impression that he did.

“Quiet times with the men I love, for as long as I can…” A soft, comfortable sigh as she settled in between the two men, the mattress seeming to mold around her, swallow her. A beat, then, “And about that…”