Chapter 15 #2
“Vrayl will fill you,” Trenet growled, as he moved down the bed. “And I’ll take your cute little cocklet into my mouth until you spill on my tongue.”
“Then Trenet will fill you,” Vrayl said from behind Asher, as his fingers slid from Asher’s hole. “And once he’s given you his come, as I’m about to give you mine, he’ll stay inside you all night, keeping our come inside you. How does that sound, sweetling?”
Asher moaned as the tip of Vrayl’s cock touched his slicked hole.
“You’ll never be empty of us again, Asher,” Vrayl promised—promised, now that Asher could understand—and began to push inside.
Vrayl’s cock was devastating in a different way from Trenet’s.
While Trenet was so thick, Asher felt like he was being split in two in the best way, Vrayl’s seemed to go on and on forever.
By the time Vrayl stopped feeding his cock into Asher’s body, Asher was hiccuping and teary-eyed.
He sucked on the humshus in his mouth and swallowed around it, and could almost imagine that he was swallowing around Vrayl’s cock, it was so deep inside.
“You’re everything we ever wanted.” Vrayl reached around Asher’s slight form to stroke over his belly. “Everything we dreamed of and more.”
Asher sniffed and turned his head, just able to reach Vrayl’s arm where it was wrapped around Asher’s body. He couldn’t press kisses there the way he wanted to, so he just rubbed his cheek against it.
“You bless us both,” Vrayl said hoarsely. And then he snapped his hips, just as Trenet’s mouth closed around Asher’s cock.
Asher keened as Vrayl began to fuck him in earnest, every thrust in fucking Asher’s cock into Trenet’s mouth.
The push and pull of being fucked while Trenet sucked him was dizzying, and Asher couldn’t help the moans and cries he kept making—suddenly additionally glad for his lovely humshus that muffled his noises and kept him from being too loud.
Vrayl called Asher lovely too; lovely and beautiful and perfect perfect perfect, while Trenet sucked and swallowed and occasionally hummed in obvious pleasure, until Asher’s head was spinning, body buzzing, and his cries reached a fever pitch.
Yet coming took him by surprise. One moment he was crying out as his Dresht fucked him into the mattress, soaring higher than he ever had before, and the next he was going still and silent and losing control of his body and shaking so hard that he had to have kicked Vrayl or hit Trenet with one of his mitts or possibly both.
It was a long, long moment before the sparks cleared of his vision. He panted hard and blinked his eyes back open to find that Trenet had moved back up the bed to face him, and was smiling widely, looking very pleased indeed.
Asher swallowed around his humshus and tilted his head in question.
“You’re so very, very pretty when you come, little love,” Trenet said, cupping Asher’s face. Then his smile turned into a smirk. “And I think you even coaxed our mate to spill.”
Now that Asher was thinking about it… he did think he could feel additional warmth and wetness inside.
There was a chuckle from behind him, and Asher turned his head to see Vrayl, gold eyes warm. “Can you blame me?” Vrayl asked. “With our perfect yshain on my cock?”
Asher found himself giggling. Emitting a delighted little laugh, at seeing both Trenet and Vrayl so pleased. He nuzzled his cheek against the palm of Trenet’s hand, then tapped insistently on Vrayl’s hand with his mitt.
With wonder in his eyes, Vrayl brought his hand up in front of Asher’s face, and Asher leaned forward to nuzzle that too.
“I cannot imagine what we did to be blessed with you, dear heart,” Vrayl whispered. “But we will spend the end of days endeavoring to be worthy of you.”
Asher hummed, nuzzled Vrayl’s hand one more time, and then looked at Trenet, tilting his chin insistently. Asher had said both of them. And they’d promised.
To his credit, Trenet chuckled. “I think our yshain expects something of me, my mate.”
Vrayl laughed too. “Oh yes,” he said, sounding sly. “As is his due.”
Vrayl began to pull out of Asher’s hole, and Asher groaned as the pressure in him was released. He knew he was about to be filled up again though, and by Trenet’s cock, and the anticipation had nerves sparking all over his body.
Between the two of them, Vrayl and Trenet gently rolled Asher over so that his back was to Trenet. Vrayl smiled down at him, reaching out with claws retracted to begin plucking and playing with Asher’s peaked nipples.
It was a good distraction because Asher’s nipples were pretty sensitive, especially now that his whole body was still tingling.
But it wasn’t quite enough of a distraction for Asher to not feel every single inch of Trenet’s cock as it started to make space for itself inside of Asher’s body, stretching his already well-used hole even more.
He whimpered as Trenet fucked in, and in, and in, whimpered and writhed under the touches of Vrayl still playing with his nipples, occasionally dipping down to play with Asher’s newly-hardening cock too.
Asher had no idea he could get hard again so fast. He had only just come down from a mind-shattering orgasm.
Had he always been able to get hard again so fast?
He tried to cant his hips forward, away from the intrusion, then pushed back to take more and take it faster. He—he wanted to be filled. He did, he did, he wanted—
He wanted his Dresht, who thought that Asher was so perfect, who thought he was a priceless, beloved gift, to be with him always. Be in him, always. He wanted that.
Asher trembled once Trenet was inside to the hilt, his body under the usual strain of just how much Trenet’s cock was.
His hole felt stretched to the limit, and Asher caught himself making tiny, broken sounds as Trenet seated himself.
He was already so sensitive from Vrayl’s fucking and Asher coming, made even more sensitive from Vrayl’s clever fingers.
Now he felt everything threefold, and every minute shift of Trenet’s hips made Asher very aware of the bulge in his lower belly.
The one Trenet and Vrayl both couldn’t stop fondling, rubbing their hands over Asher’s stomach as if feeling out the shape of Trenet’s cock.
“Now then,” Vrayl said, voice low. “I believe, my mate, that you promised our yshain something. And it’s bedtime, but I don’t think he’ll rest easily without it.”
Asher whined again, but managed to make himself nod his head.
That whine turned into a wail when Trenet pulled out to thrust back in.
Trenet fucked differently than Vrayl did.
Vrayl pulled out almost all the way before before thrusting in as fast and as deep as he could get, as if carving out space for his cock.
Asher could feel every thrust in his throat, Vrayl reached so deep inside.
But Trenet only pulled out slightly before fucking back in with force that made Asher throw back his head and keen.
Instead of fast thrusts, Trenet’s fuck was a slow, punishing roll of his hips, rumbling in his chest the whole while so that every nerve in Asher’s body felt it.
Between the two of them, Asher was being remade; taken apart in pieces and built into exactly what they wanted. What they needed. Their perfect yshain, to have and hold and pleasure.
Always.
His moans were high, tremulous things as Trenet continued to grind deeply into him, as Vrayl played with his nipples, dipping his hand low to stroke Asher’s once-again hard and leaking cock.
“You fit so perfectly between us,” Vrayl said breathlessly as one hand snuck between Asher’s legs, reaching underneath until Vrayl could feel out where Asher and Trenet were joined.
“And you’re gorgeous like this, being filled by us.
Will you sleep easy now, knowing how well you pleased your mates? ”
Asher tried to nod, to make an affirming sound, but all that came out was a whimper when two of Vrayl’s fingers pressed lightly at Asher’s stretched rim. Was Vrayl going to try to push inside? Could Asher take that?
He wanted to. Could he?
But Vrayl only smiled and withdrew his hand, instead curling his fingers back around Asher’s cock. “I’ll tell you a secret, Asher,” he said, leaning over to whisper in Asher’s ear. “Trenet and I—we begrudge every moment it’s not one of us keeping you full and satisfied.”
“Never thought I’d be jealous of a senchr,” Trenet gritted out, as Asher’s head spun. “But it’s true, little love. We want to be inside you every moment of every day.”
“Carrying you in the takan has been the proudest moments of my life,” Vrayl said, stroking Asher faster. “And I know Trenet feels the same.”
“The same indeed,” Trenet growled, starting up hard, shallow thrusts that Asher felt in the core of him.
His cries reached a fever pitch as Vrayl released his cock, only for the Dresht to move his body down the bed so he could lower his head. “It’s my turn to taste you,” he purred, and took Asher into his mouth.
It was too much—just enough—and Asher came with a shriek, his whole body locking up as the pleasure flooded through his limbs.
He felt Vrayl swallow and swallow around him as sparks danced behind his eyelids, and when it finally seemed as though it was over, he sagged back into someone’s arms, unable to summon the strength to move or open his eyes.
“We love you, Asher,” floated up to him as his limbs were arranged for him and he was covered by a soft blanket. “And we’re so grateful you’re ours.”
Moments later, he felt two big, warm bodies bracket him on either side… and then a nice, thick cock slid into his well-used hole.
Asher sighed out and let sleep claim him.