Chapter Eighteen #2
He was sure that he could. Now that Molun had mentioned this possibility, there was nothing Trill wanted more than the two of them filling him up together. It sounded perfect.
Arvus took over, which was excellent, because he was the most practical of the three of them—and he liked to tell them what to do, and they liked to be told.
Molun ended up on the bottom, flat on his back, and he stroked oily fingers up and down his very hard cock, watching with bright, hungry eyes while Arvus prepped Trill.
Arvus spent a long time on prep, much more than Trill needed, but he loved squirming around on those fingers, and he loved the way the excitement just went up and up and up as they teased him.
Arvus had big hands, too, and it felt really good when he got four fingers inside of Trill. Arvus was so careful, and Molun watched them so eagerly, sometimes needing to squeeze his base a little, groaning.
“That’s so beautiful,” Molun told them. “You’re going to make me come, and then we’re going to have to start all over again.”
That didn’t seem like such a bad thing, really. Trill wanted this to go on forever.
Finally, Trill was prepped even to Arvus’s exacting standards.
While he was always good about taking people the way they liked to be taken (Trill had seen him prep Molun more carefully than Trill, exactly the way that suited each of them), he was being extra careful now.
He was big, and while Trill could easily take him, he was now taking Arvus and Molun.
Trill loved them for their care, loved how they came up with these ideas and wanted to try new things with him.
Trill enjoyed sex in almost any configuration, but he’d never been with anyone who took so much pleasure in giving him pleasure. It made him happy and horny all at the same time.
Trill lay down on top of Molun, his back to Molun’s front, and Arvus helped guide Molun inside Trill.
Being filled like this was always pleasurable, but they made him feel wanted for more than just the pleasure he could bring them.
It was there in Arvus’s guiding hands, in the way Molun was running his fingers up and down Trill’s side, in the way that they all checked in with one another about how something felt, with words or gestures or reading body language.
Trill couldn’t quite grasp how this could be the most wonderful and simultaneously most dangerous thing he’d ever done.
It was impossible to believe that they were a danger to him in a moment like this, and yet…
Yannoma had taught him that much, and he knew that she was right, even as part of him tried to argue that maybe these two Mage Warriors would be an exception.
He knew exactly what Yannoma would have to say about that idea.
(Sex drunk, idiot, and funeral would come up a lot.)
And then his worries flew out of his head, because Molun helped to lift his legs, catching them under his knees and spreading him wide, the change in position making him gasp.
Molun couldn’t do much from this position, especially since he wasn’t supposed to be straining his injured leg.
But he squirmed around a little, which of course made Trill squirm around a little, because it felt so good.
Trill tried to reach for his cock, but Arvus batted his hand out of the way, and Trill clasped Molun’s hands where they were holding him open instead.
For a few minutes, Arvus just watched the two of them squirm and pant, until they were both begging him to come and make them feel even better.
Finally, Arvus stepped closer, crawling onto the bed, but he was such a tease!
He used a finger first, tracing it around Trill’s hole that was stretched around Molun’s cock, teasing his rim and Molun both.
This made the two of them louder, which was evidently exactly what Arvus wanted.
They begged more, and eventually, Arvus slipped a finger inside with Molun’s cock, pumping it in and out to their enthusiastic agreement. A second finger, and then a third, those clever fingers stroking along Molun’s cock in Trill’s tight heat, sliding back and forth, stretching.
At one point, they were both saying, “Come on, come on, come on,” in unison, and Arvus was watching them with glittering dark eyes.
“Please,” Trill begged, meeting his eyes and trying to convey just how very much he needed this right now.
“Pretty please,” Molun added, voice raw and needy.
And finally, finally Arvus pressed closer still. He pulled out his fingers, which made Trill pout and Molun groan in protest. But then something much bigger and blunter was pressed up against Trill’s ass, and he realized that he was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
Arvus pressed in slowly but inexorably, and Trill and Molun’s breaths both caught in unison as the head of Arvus’s cock finally breached Trill and joined Molun’s cock in Trill’s ass.
“Fire and water and all the elements in all the world,” Molun gasped out.
Trill just moaned, beyond words, especially as Arvus kept sliding inside.
He moved steadily but slowly, and Trill wasn’t sure he would ever understand how patient that man could be.
He moved like he had all the time in the world, and Trill actually had to close his eyes so that he wouldn’t be overwhelmed.
He was so full; he’d never felt this full before, never been caught between two people so perfectly before.
By the time Arvus had bottomed out and the two of them were buried as deep inside of Trill as it was possible to get, he was shaking.
“Is it too much?” Arvus asked carefully.
Trill shook his head and tried desperately to find words, because Arvus still looked concerned.
“So good,” he managed to say. “Perfect.”
It was everything he’d ever wanted and hadn’t known he needed.
Arvus smiled softly at him, and then he leaned forward so that he could kiss first Trill and then Molun, making them all groan.
Arvus was in charge of the whole thing, moving in and out of Trill slowly, and Trill wasn’t sure any more if it was because he didn’t want to hurt him or because he wanted to torture him.
It was, truly, the most glorious torture Trill had ever experienced, and from the sounds that he was making, it was pretty clear that Molun felt the same way.
The energy welling up between them was the most intense that Trill had ever felt, and it took everything in him to shut himself off from it, to observe it and feel it but not to feed on it. Somehow, he managed it.
Maybe that little bit of extra concentration was what helped him to actually let this torture continue. That was the benefit of going slow and steady; you could usually make it go on and on for a long time.
Trill wanted so much to come—but he wanted even more for this experience to continue forever.
If it had been Trill or Molun in charge, he was sure they wouldn’t have been able to last this long.
But Arvus had a lot of patience, and he seemed to know exactly how much they could take, with each little motion, each slide of his cock, meant to tease but not complete.
Molun and Trill were needy, sweaty messes, wound perfectly tight and just waiting for Arvus’s next move.
And finally, even Arvus’s extraordinary patience failed.
He drove into Trill with more purpose, harder and faster, nailing Trill’s sweet spot, and he didn’t stop.
Trill came with a scream, Molun bit his shoulder, pressing into Trill even as Trill arched up into Arvus, who came with a low moan, face a mask of ecstasy.
Trill was flooded with pleasure, and he’d never felt so filled, so wanted, and so cared for.
He wasn’t sure that he was ever going to be able to move again. He could feel Molun panting beneath him, the heave of his chest making Trill rise and fall. Arvus was still planted between their thighs, but after a moment, he pulled out. Trill made a noise of protest, and Molun hissed.
Too much stimulation. Trill didn’t want Molun to hurt. He sent a small pulse of energy into him, since they were still pressed so intimately together.
Arvus winced. “Sorry, baby. You’ll feel better once we’re all cleaned up.”
Arvus helped Trill off of Molun, which made Trill pout more, because now he didn’t have any cocks in him, and going from two to none was even worse than going from one to none.
But then Arvus’s fingers were there, gently running along his rim, making sure that he wasn’t hurt, because he always checked that, and then—
Trill sighed with relief as Arvus slid three of Molun’s fingers back inside Trill. Arvus pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“We’ve got you.”
Molun wiggled his fingers, and Trill made a happy sound. Molun cuddled up to him further.
“You like that?”
“So much,” Trill assured him. “Don’t like to be empty.”
Molun pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “You’re not ever empty, all right?”
Trill was pretty sure they weren’t talking about just his body anymore. “All right.”
Molun slowly fucked him with his fingers as Arvus came back to get them cleaned up.
He added a couple of his own fingers, tangled with Molun’s.
Slow and unhurried, they guided their fingers inside him, exactly what he needed to come down from the feeling of being stuffed fuller than he’d ever been in his life.
They were so good at knowing what he needed.
He wished so much that he could tell them everything, that they would understand.
It wasn’t until the fingers of Arvus’s unoccupied hand brushed the tears away that he realized he was crying.
“What’s wrong?” Arvus asked gently.
Trill nodded, sniffling into the fingers. “Mm’fine. So much. Good much.”
Arvus’s lips tipped up into a gentle smile, though there was still a trace of worry in his face, because he seemed to know Trill well enough to read that these weren’t completely happy tears.
But Trill managed to summon a smile for him.
This was so close to everything he wanted, and it wasn’t their fault that Trill was still that one step away.
Molun’s fingers brushed against his pleasure spot, and Trill shuddered.
One step away, but it was a completely insurmountable one. Trill needed not to be greedy. They were giving him so much.
Trill’s orgasm took him by surprise, and he arched as he came on those fingers. Arvus was prepared, because he had another cloth ready to clean Trill up this time. He didn’t even have to leave the bed, so they all stayed cuddled together.
Trill leaned in to press a kiss to Arvus’s lips.
“So good,” he repeated, putting all his good feelings into the kiss.
Arvus’s face softened. “Good.”
Molun sounded half asleep when he repeated the words. “Good, good.”
Trill couldn’t imagine how anything could be better than this.