Wyn jerked his head back, a breathy moan escaping his lips, mauve hair spilling across Asaraths shoulder. With Esali singing commands, he'd lost count of how many times he'd cum. The lecherous prince sat before him now and Wyn viewed him through heat and pleasure. His head thrummed in pleasant intoxication from potions, nectar, and magic that Esali had fed him while Asarath explored his body.
Through the haze of his inebriation he watched as Esali's plump and lucious muscles quivered beneath the thin cloth of his robe. He started at his collarbone and let his eyes freely slide down to the hints of pectoral muscles peeking through the split in the garment.
Wyn salivated, waiting for one of Esalis bubbly nipples to slip free.
Esali wickedly smirked, just out of touch. He noticed how Wyns eyes greedily razed over his body lingering in places of interest; the peaks of nipples, the hollow of his throat, the beauty mark on his collar bone, the strain of his swollen and pulsing cock, tenting his robe.
Asarath thrust forward eliciting another moan from Wyn, bringing his focus back to the hybrid, thick and hard and pumping in and out of his ass. "Pay attention, swordsman." He breathed heavily into Wyn's neck, a smile in his tone, fangs lightly scraping at Wyns skin.
The half vypnyr lifted Wyn and pulled his hips back, swollen and hardened flesh covered in slick spilling from Wyn. The blushed head at the end of his charcoaled cock barely popped free.
Asarath paused long enough to nip the sensitive tip of one of Wyns ears before he pulled the fae down, squeezing back into pink tightness with a raspy groan.
Wyns' tongue lolled in his mouth and his eyes fluttered back as Asarath filled him, pressing into all the best places, pleasure pulsating up his spine.
Esali tilted his head enjoying the sight of Wyn naked and on the verge of cumming again. Wyn had a similar build to Esali, delectable and plump. However, Wyn was more defined, deeper cuts running through built and toned muscles. Years of training evident in all parts of him.
The entire room had become a roiling pile of bodies, sticky and huffing. The smog of Esali's energy, the final ingredient in a recipe of lust and sex, sent everyone into a horny frenzy. Only he alone was still clothed, sitting at the head of it all, feasting. Typically Esali would be at the center, but when Wyn joined he always chose to sit out. Preferring to watch.
He silently debated, for the thousandth time, if he should take up painting. He had used the machines from other worlds to capture pictures of Wyn before. A variety of big and small boxy machines, with bright flashes, snaps and whirs that promised an exact picture of panting, moaning, teary eyed, brows furrowed, and fists clenched Wyn. Esali liked the little pieces of paper with him printed all over them well enough, but they lacked something that Esali had concluded only he could see.
It was a small change in demeanor, they way Wyns stiff and rigid body began to melt and those hardened muscles relaxed when he was being fucked. Or how they swelled and bubbled when he was the one doing the fucking. Either which way, his blood pumping with hormones caused a change in the swordsman. A delicious deviation from his formal personality.
Wyns eyes stayed locked with the princes, heavy lidded, wet and glassy, while little whimpers escaped his mouth as another orgasm began to bumble at the base of his cock. Esali let out a low and breathy laugh. He had never had to tell Wyn to look at him while he was being fucked. From the very first time Esali had dragged the man into a brothel, ordered every available courtesan, and stripped them both naked, Wyn's gaze had never once strayed from him. It was an action he thought was far more intimate than if he were buried deep in Wyn himself and he loved it.
A plush pink tongue darted out to lick his lips. He reached out to graze fingertips up Wyns thighs as Asarath continued to languidly bounce him in his lap. His robe slid from his shoulders at the motion exposing nipples like pink buds kissing the swell of Esalis pecks.
Fingers kneading muscles, Esalis energy flexed and seeped into Wyn, heated, tingeling, and quickly traveling straight to his cock. A zap of electricity followed, sending a tremor through his body and Asarath moaned, hips bucking, momentarily losing his rhythm.
"Hyngh."
Esali let out another laugh. A haughty chuckle that shook the steam around them. This was worth having to return to Kisiian.
His hands slid up, over smooth glistening skin, and dipped towards Wyn's cock. "You're doing such a good job." His fingers curled over his shaft.
"Aah."
Hot breath caressed Wyn's cheek as Esali leaned forward, pulling up his shaft, precum coating skin, and making the push down slippery. "Asarath is going to sink his fangs into that pretty neck of yours while you cum." He matched his strokes to Asaraths, a symphony of slurps and squelches accompanying moans and whimpers.
Wyn barely nodded before Asarath was sinking teeth into his shoulder and Esali was devouring his gasp and plunginging his tongue into his mouth. A sharp pressure was followed by the distinct shuck of punctured skin then a mind numbing pleasure. A powerful aphrodisiac could be produced in vypnyr saliva. The combination with fae blood, of the night court no less, made Asaraths saliva uniquely potent.
Wyn momentarily fell slack, suddenly only supported by the other men who held him up between them. It felt as if all the blood in his body split between his head and his cock. Lips locked on him, drawing blood and excreting venom, with another thrust he was cumming. Thick ropes that sprayed over Esalis hand. A hand that expertly ran over the sensitive ridge on the underside of his tip, milking every last drop. "Ah, ah, ahs'," soft and breathless escaping between his and Esalis lips, fed into the immense explosion as stars shot across his vision and his body tightened and convulsed.
Asshole pulsing around his cock, sweet and floral fae blood filling his stomach, Asarath quickly followed Wyn in his release. Desperately pushing himself as deep as possible, rocking his hips as he filled the swordsman. Riding the wave of pleasure, his teeth sank a little deeper into Wyns shoulder and he felt him wince.
Esali quickly lapped up both pain and pleasure. Stuffing himself on illicit sensations.
The two rocked against one another hips slowing until they were spent and Wyn was melting into Asarath. He extracted his fangs, kissing and lapping up beads of blood that rolled from already healing puncture wounds. A small ritual of aftercare common among the vypnyr.
Esali stroked Wyn's face, tucking disheveled hair behind his ears, fingers lingering to caress earlobes. The swordsman's breath had finally evened out yet the lustful haze in his eyes remained as he gazed at his prince through sticky lashes. Under Wyn, Asarath had his arms wrapped firmly around his waist, cock half flaccid and still planted inside him, occasionally licking little trails over flushed skin.
"Did you enjoy yourself, sweet Wyn?"
Wyn let out a sigh and bashfully looked away, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.
Asaraths arms tightened around him. "Ah, did you not enjoy?" He lightly rolled his hips earning a small whimper from Wyn.
Esali pulled Wyns hand away from his face, running kisses over his knuckles. "Well?"
Wyn let out another sigh and then gave the prince a small smile. "Yes."
"Yes what?" Asarath teased.
Wyn rolled his eyes yet he made no effort to move away from the two men. "Yes, I enjoyed myself." Wyn did his best to speak level but his voice was still haughty, scratchy from exertion, thick with lust, and his words came out of his mouth deep and seductive.
Asarath smiled, his cock twitched at the sound of it. Esali's fascination with Wyn had always perplexed the hybrid. "I liked fucking you too fae. I now understand why you are Esalis favorite."
Wyn looked back to Asarath, "Why is that?"
Asaraths eyes met Esalis for a moment as the prince brought a crystal decanter from the side table and held it to Wyns mouth, giving him no choice but to drink. Pearly nectar swirled in the vase as Wyn's throat moved up and down, doing his best to drink up what Esali continuously poured past his lips. When the liquor was finally removed he was left gasping and red. Esali promptly licked up a fat bead of nectar that rolled down his chin.
"It's how you come undone, or better yet how you become something more." Esali answered for Asarath, before finishing what nectar remained in the decanter..
Asarath nodded in agreement. "It's such a dramatic change. Usually it is hard to believe you are fae." He briefly caught a stern look from Esali before continuing on, "You are loyal and too formal. At most uptight, at your least, rigid and cold. But when you finally let go…" He buried his face into the nape of Wyns neck, breathing in deeply, a soft purr vibrated from his chest. Asarath had grown up between Kisiian and Kystra. He could not say that he was friends with Wyn but he had known him for all his life and this was the first time Asarath had experienced any deviation in Wyns behavior, and to his enjoyment it had a taste. So potent it filled the air and sang through the swordsman's blood and now Asaraths own. "You glow when you are experiencing pleasure. Perhaps more so than most fae."
"Mmh," confirmed Esali with a pensive nod. "More than most."
Wyn flushed and it wasn't clear whether it was from a fresh wave of intoxication hitting his system or the warmth of compliments and inclusivity.