Chapter 24 Pleasure Before Pancakes
twenty-four
Pleasure before pancakes.
I should be making pancakes for Daddy and Tam; however, something was nagging me after my conversation with Jared.
Tam had said they—or rather we—would have a child soon.
I wasn’t opposed to that in any way… but who was the father going to be?
Nyx, I was assuming, would carry the child, but Tam couldn’t impregnate him.
I could, but would he want me to? Or would he want someone else?
I shouldn’t be jealous, because we had already established this was an open partnership, and I was perfectly alright with that. But I was jealous at the same time.
The thought of someone I didn’t know getting Nyx pregnant was too much for me.
I’d have to get over it, though, because that child would be mine as much as they would belong to Nyx and Tam, and I would love them, whether we shared DNA or not.
Also, Nyx, Tam, and I were together—married, in my own terms, though there had been no ceremony, not that we needed one.
There was no need for jealousy. It was an ugly emotion that I hated so much.
The stinging marks on my lower back and my shoulder were enough of a reminder of who I belonged to.
Arms wound around me and drew me into a solid chest. I pressed back against Nyx as he nuzzled my neck.
“Where’s Tam?” I asked.
“Sleeping still, baby.”
My cock perked up from the nickname and his warm voice. It truly didn’t take much to get me excited anymore. I had Tam to thank for that. I wiggled, and Nyx laughed quietly before a tentacle started to play with my ass.
“Does my boy need something?”
I swallowed. “Maybe.”
Nyx kissed my neck again. “What are you doing out of bed, anyway? I don’t like to wake up without you and Tam beside me, where you both belong.”
“I was making breakfast, Daddy,” I replied. I really had been planning on it, but my thoughts had distracted me.
“Hmm, then why are you so tense?”
I lowered my head, trying to bury my doubts and the ugly jealousy deep within me.
A sharp slap on my thigh made me gasp, and my cock twitched, filling. Daddy bent me over the table, his chest against my back, and asked, right next to my ear, “Are you thinking naughty things?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Things you shouldn’t be? Bad things?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He gently rubbed my ass cheek before spanking me. I yelped from the sting, but my cock hardened the rest of the way in a flash. He growled, “You’re not allowed to say or think bad things about yourself, baby.”
“I know,” I whispered as the first tear slid down my cheek.
“Daddy is going to have to smack those thoughts right out of you.”
I nodded, pushing my ass back toward him. “Please help me.”
“After each spank, you are going to thank me and say that you’re an amazing person,” Nyx ordered.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Level?” he demanded, making me feel so safe.
“One.”
The first slap came hard and quick, making me groan. I whispered, voice barely audible, “Thank you, Daddy, for spanking me. I’m an amazing person.”
I yelped when the next smack came, skin smarting in a way that had my cock throbbing with need.
“Louder,” he demanded.
Once again, I said what I’d been ordered to, but it was still not loud enough for Nyx. He spanked me until I was sobbing and screaming out, “Thank you, Daddy, for spanking me! I’m an amazing person!”
He pressed a kiss to each of my cheeks that were on fire. “You're welcome, boy, and yes, you’re truly amazing.”
I didn’t know if I believed that, but my head was mercifully clear of all the negative thoughts. Instead, I was fully focused on the hot pain in my ass and the all-consuming arousal coursing through me.
“Daddy, please,” I begged, pushing my ass backward toward him.
“Do you need me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Nyx pressed another kiss to each aching cheek. “I will if you tell me what upset you.”
My face burned.
He pulled my head back, gripping my hair and sending delightful shocks down my spine, and said, “If you don’t tell me, I won’t fuck you.”
“It’s embarrassing."
Letting me sink flat against the table, he said, “Nothing about you is embarrassing, baby. I’m your Daddy, and it’s my job to take care of you.”
I wiggled under his weight for a moment, stalling, then I sighed and confessed, “I was jealous.”
Nyx rolled me over and stood between my legs before wrapping them around his waist. “About?”
“You.”
His brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
I swallowed, looking anywhere besides his face. “Tam said you’d—we’d have a baby soon. I’m jealous of who’s going to get you pregnant.”
A breathy laugh rushed out of Nyx.
I rushed to continue. “I know I shouldn’t be. Please don’t be mad at me, Daddy! I’ll get better. Don’t leave me.”
Arms surrounded me, and suddenly, I was held tight in Nyx’s embrace. “I will never leave you, baby. Neither will Tam. We are with you for life. You will never spend a single day away from us.”
Tears slid down my cheeks as I sobbed. “I’m sorry I was bad.”
He stroked my back. “You weren’t bad. You told me what was going on. Now I can make you feel better.”
“How?”
“In my culture, Tam, or rather their gender, is the one who picks any outside parents for the spousal group, which is rare and usually only happens in couplings. They have picked someone for me.”
My heart ached, and I pressed my face into Nyx’s neck. I knew it shouldn't bother me, but it did.
Nyx laid me on the table, and I refused to release him, so his weight pressed down on me. He placed gentle kisses to my tear-stained cheeks. “My silly boy, Tam picked you.”
“W-what?” I gaped at him.
A gentle laugh slipped out of his lips. “Tam picked you to father all of our children.”
“Me?”
“Yes, boy,” Nyx said, rocking his hips against mine.
I suddenly became very aware of his cock pressed against my plugged hole.
“Why would you think differently? One day,” he growled, nipping at my collarbone, “You will fuck your Daddy with that thick cock of yours and fill me with your spend until my stomach nearly bursts with our egg, then I will bring our child into the world.”
I squeezed him close to me. “I want that.”
“So do I, baby.”
“I picked well,” Tam said from behind us. They brushed a hand over my forehead. “I picked so well. Our kids are going to be as adorable as Chase.”
I turned beet red.
“Yes, they are,” Nyx rumbled. “Until then, I think we should fuck our Christmas gift.”
“I agree,” Tam said right before they claimed my mouth.
I moaned, their tongue slicking over mine.
Nyx drew me up, stealing my lips from Tam and making me whine, then turned me around more quickly than I could process what was happening.
I was pressed into Tam, and Nyx was behind me.
He lifted one of my legs, and his fingers played with the plug in my hole for a few seconds, making me cry, then yanked it out.
“I think we should both fuck our slut,” Nyx said, and I groaned, head going back.
Tam nibbled on my chest, their sharp teeth catching on my skin. “I think he likes that idea.”
“I do,” I panted. I needed it. I wanted both of my partners inside of me at the same time. “I can take it, Daddy.” I looked over my shoulder at him. “I want it.”
Nyx kissed me far more gently than I would’ve guessed. “I know, dear heart.”
Next, Tam kissed me softly. “All of our throupling together.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Tam kept control of my mouth as Nyx rained kisses down my neck. He suddenly lifted my other leg, his tentacles joined by Tam’s, and I yelped, heart racing. “We have you,” he said.
“We’ll never let you go. Ever,” Tam practically growled as they attacked my mouth again. I surrendered to them, loving that they were as desperate for me as I was for them.
Nyx continued to press kisses to my neck and shoulders, his tongue dragging over my skin. I was whining into Tam’s mouth and bucking my hips in search of friction. My cock was throbbing and leaking with my arousal.
I yanked my lips away and panted, “I love you. Both of you.”
“I love you too, baby,” Nyx whispered as his fingers circled my rim.
“Aw,” Tam cried, squishing me even more into Nyx. “I love you. I love us.”
“Yes,” Nyx said. “Us.”
I lost my ability to speak because Tam pushed one of their spiculi into me, and I cried out.
“I’m going to get you nice and soft for us,” they whispered.
One of Nyx’s fingers plunged into me, and I whimpered, but started to rock my hips to get them both in deeper.
Tam kissed me as they continued to fuck me with their spicul, and Nyx bit and nipped everywhere he could reach while his and Tam’s tentacles brushed and stroked every inch of me.
I was alive with pleasure and sensations.
My cock was so hard and leaking. I needed to come, but Daddy and Tam hadn’t given permission.
The second spiculi entered me, and my head fell back as I keened. Nyx withdrew his fingers, and I shook my head in protest, but only a moment later, a tentacle nudged my ass.
“Daddy! Tam!” I screamed as it pushed further into me and stretched me wide. “I’m so full! It’s so good.”
Tam pulled on my nipples, and I cried out from the sting. “Louder, pet.”
Nyx just laughed. “Be a good boy and scream for your throupling.”
There was nothing else to do but follow the order.
I screamed and cried, throat aching, as Tam and Nyx fucked, kissed, licked, and bit me. Tam was tugging on my nipples and biting around them, leaving new wounds to scar over, when Nyx shoved another tentacle into my ass. I whined, bucking at the stretch. I was so fucking full.
“Ugh, fuuuuck,” was all I could get out.
“Your hole is so tight,” Tam whined, lapping up my blood. “It feels so nice around my spiculi.”
I panted, gripping their shoulders, fighting my release as one of my throuplings relentlessly pounded my prostate.
“He is so wet with your livns,” Nyx grunted.
“P-p-please,” I forced out between cries. My head was so floaty and marvelous. I felt so good, but I wanted to feel better.
“What, slut?” Tam asked, voice strained.
“Please,” I screamed too late as pleasure raced down my spine and cum spurted out of my cock. I sagged into their embrace, allowing Nyx and Tam to hold me up. Tam cried out a moment later, and warmth filled me, making me grunt. They had flooded me again. I whined.
“I need more,” Tam panted.
“Pull your spiculi out, dear one, and thrust your cock into our slut,” Nyx ordered.
When they did, I felt my hole leaking, and Nyx’s tentacles squelched with every thrust. I rocked in time with Nyx’s movements.
I wanted more. I played with one of my nipples, tugging on the hardened nub and moaning from the sting of the bites around my small areolas.
My other hand buried itself in Nyx’s hair.
“Please, Tam,” I begged when they moved too slowly.
They caught my mouth in a kiss, tongues slicking and teeth nipping. I felt the crown of their cock nudging my entrance, and I whimpered, removing my fingers from my nipple to fist their pink hair. I held onto both of my partners, mine, with all my might. I was never going to let them go.
Tam thrust into me, letting me feel every fucking nub on their shaft, and I groaned. Only a moment later, Nyx’s tentacle slipped out, and something far more substantial took its place. He canted his hips and slid all the way inside of me.
Tears coursed down my cheeks. I was stretched so wide, but it hurt and felt good at the same time.
Tam lapped at my tears, and I kept hold of them.
Nyx kissed my neck before sinking his teeth in.
It was too much, and I came again with a scream.
Both of them began to pound my hole, fucking deep into me, claiming me.
I couldn’t do more than scream and hold onto them as they used me for their pleasure, chasing their releases.
My head was in the clouds, and my body was alight with pleasure.
No thoughts. No worries, just my partners.
I kept coming, and I still needed more. Tam and Nyx didn’t hold back, fucking me hard and fast until Tam cried out and heat filled me.
Nyx growled a moment later, and I cried out as their cum filled my insides, making my stomach swell.
More tears ran down my cheeks, and Tam snuggled closer to me. Nyx ran his tentacles over us both and said, “I have you both. Come on.”
Nyx slipped out of my aching hole, and I hissed; Tam was only a second behind him.
Nyx carried me and supported Tam to the couch, where we collapsed.
We shuffled and rearranged until Tam was squished on the bottom, I was lying on top of them, and Nyx was half on us, half beside us on the couch.
I nuzzled Tam, and they pressed gentle kisses over my face while Nyx stroked and hugged us both.
“I’m leaking,” I finally say. I was sure I was making a mess of the couch.
Tam burst into laughter.
“Daddy will leave the cleaner a very large tip.” Nyx kissed my shoulder. “You don’t need to worry about that or anything like that ever again. It’s my job now.”
“I love you,” I told my partners, and they both pressed kisses to my exposed skin.
Deep in my soul, I felt a contentment that I’d never experienced before.
I was safe. I was loved. And I was important, cherished by the two people I loved most in this universe.
This undoubtedly had become the best Christmas ever.