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[Bunny]

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

"Nevara is still working. One very thin wall away." The raspy sound of his voice told Conor that he was winning. For all of his bluster, Anders never had much control of himself. Significantly less so when his husband was on his knees and tugging at the belt of his slacks. There were many things that might deceive from the outside. That Conor, dark hair and blue eyes, would be the bright one, playful and kind. His mate, the towering man with his honey blonde hair and dark golden eyes, looked about as intimidating as he was, all broad shoulders and scars. However, he had a soft spot for those he cared about. And an even softer spot for the man about to put his mouth around him. Conor almost groaned at the feeling of rough hands in his hair. "You don't seem to care that much." A click of metal and a few rough tugs exposed Anders' cock, already starting to grow hard from the promise of pleasure. It would not be the first time they fucked in this office, and not the first time they had been a little risky. After all, they had been together for a very long time. Despite appearances, they were something far more. Dragons, one of the first races to walk the world and now one of the rarest. Not a single one had kept a pure bloodline. Conor was fae, full of mischief and magic. He could trace his blood on both sides to the ancient history of Ireland. Had lived through wars, fought as a knight. He was as deeply connected to the human world as any dragon could be. And he was the one two kept them both that way, dragged Anders into the light of modernity when they mated. Anders was... something else. He had no bloodline, no pedigree. He had slashed and warred and killed and fucked through Scandinavia. Ironic that he was also the one who ran the tech side of their little tech startup that had ballooned over the last decade. Conor was always the people person, always able to please. As he ran his tongue along the side of Anders' thick cock, it was obvious he enjoyed it. Dragons always mated in sets of three, but they had been together so long they hardly worried about their third. They would arrive one day. No, as Conor wrapped his lips around his husband's cock, they were only worried about one another. So focused they did not see their door was ajar. Conor groaned as Anders gripped his hair and forced him down, not a drop of hesitation in his movement as he took mate down his throat. Anders most certainly enjoyed being in charge. Even his stone-carved expression twitched into a smile as he moved, thrust himself in and out of Conor's mouth until he was slick and ready. Then, he growled a single low word. "Desk." Conor pulled away with a greedy suck, immediately wrapping his calloused fingers around Anders as soon as his mouth was empty. "But, Nevara is just on the other side of the wall." Even as he smirked devilishly, Conor rose to his feet and walked to the side of the desk. Until now, it had been difficult to see exactly what they were up to from the door. Now, as he turned to look at Anders, the straining bulge of his own cock was visible through his tan suit pants. Anders seemed to respond eagerly to the provocation, pulling open a drawer on his desk and retrieving a small bottle. "Not that you deserve this, mouthing off, but I can't have you making too much noise." Anders moved to stand behind Conor, pushing his feet wider before wrapping an arm around his waist and starting on his own belt. Conor was a tall man, a little over six feet, but next to Anders he looked almost small. That was not even counting how massive and swollen the taller man's cock was, pressed against his mate as he shoved the pants down his hips. Conor let out a groan as his cock sprang free, pressed against the wood. With practiced movement, Anders opened the bottle and poured lube over his cock, on Conor's ass as it pushed back to him. Then, there was a sudden thud as Anders pushed his mate flat on top of the desk. "Oops." Conor laughed breathlessly, looking back at the other man. "I think you don't care if we get caught. Like what you see?" He got his answer a moment later when his mate's swollen cock pushed against the tight entrance of his ass. They groaned in unison, pushing toward each other until Anders was hilted inside. Conor could never explain how perfectly they fit, how the curve of Anders' cock stimulated every fucking nerve. His cock, however, seemed to express it quite well from the amount of precum dripping down the side of the desk. Anders was surprisingly gentle at first, taking his time to make sure Conor adjusted to his size. That is, until the dark haired man growled. "Harder." Then, he was pinning Conor down by the back of his neck, his other arm wrapping around to grip his cock. The thrill was starting to catch up to both of them, the risk of being seen by their assistant growing with every second. Soon, the sound of skin on skin was faintly echoing, Anders slowing his thrusts just in time to keep the noise down. So long together, they were deeply in sync, knew the signs of each other's pleasure. At the same time Anders pushed deep, Conor pushed back and grinded against him, both biting their lip to keep the sound under control as they reached their peak. Anders first, erupting inside his mate, and Conor following a moment later, pushed over by the sensation of being filled. His seed spilled down the side of the desk, little thrusts from Anders forcing more and more out as he nudged his mate's prostate. Both panting, Anders leaned down to bite the side of Conor's neck, claiming and affectionate. Conor, groaning at the feeling, made sure he never glanced over at the door.

 

[Bunny]

The sun had set outside, the sky a blush of reds, pinks and purples. At the horizon, hidden by the towering skyscrapers, inky blue slowly climbed from it. Working late never really bothered her, after half a year working as Mr. Errikson and Mr. Gallagher, it was almost commonplace. Pulling her attention back to the printer as it finished to the pristine white pages, the dark black ink drying before her eyes from shiny to matte. Scooping the warm papers from the tray, she knocked them neatly together and fixed a paperclip to the corner. Adding it to the stack of other applicants that they would need to interview, she couldn’t help but smile slightly. In two months time, she’d be married and away on her honeymoon. Leaving her bosses alone with some poor new soul. They would be there temporarily, but she knew how harrowing it could be to work for them. It wasn’t that they were assholes. Nor were they cruel. They were creatures of habit though and they took their work seriously. Privacy was top among them. She could remember the first week of training and how often it was stressed. Her replacement wouldn’t need to learn their little tells. She’d only be covering for three weeks. Still, three weeks with her bosses? She’d have to get her replacement a gift. Still smiling to herself she rose from her desk, hands smoothing her pencil skirt over her thighs. The slit was perhaps a touch high for work, but neither Mr. Errikson or Mr. Gallagher had ever once complained about her choice of clothing. It was professional, if not a bit free. The red blouse she wore tucked into her skirt could have looked pirate-y on her, instead she felt like it made her look sexy. Pale skin showed when she moved, though it was tasteful. The stockings were really where her tastes showed, the bats building from her feet up toward her knees. The velveteen pumps completed the outfit. Gothic Chic at its best. Picking up the manila folder, Nevara made her way out of her office and headed for the door beside her own. One hand lifted to knock when she heard her name and paused. It was Mr. Errikson, though, she’d never heard him like this before. His normally stern voice husky. Biting her lower lip, she hesitated for a moment, knowing that if anything breached their privacy, this was it. Then she heard Mr. Gallagher groan. The sound rippled through her blood shooting right to her core. Licking her lips, she moved closer to the slightly opened door. Conor was on his knees before Anders. She knew they were lovers. Married, if she wasn’t mistaken. It wasn’t exactly a secret. But this.. Nevara knew she should turn away, go back to her offices and bring the papers with her on the plane for them to look at. That was exactly what she planned to do before she watched Anders curl his hands in the thick, dark hair of Conor and pull him down on his cock. Voyeurism had never been a thing for her, until now that was. It wasn’t like a train-wreck, it was.. Hot as hell and as she watched Anders take control of the situation, she felt her panties dampen. What the hell was wrong with her? They were married and gay! They’d never looked at a woman in the time she’d worked for them. Yet, she watched, unable to help herself. Desk. One word and this time, from the darkness of the hallways, she saw them both fully. Her knees felt week and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that her panties were not damp, they were fucking soaking. She watched, blushing like a virgin, as Anders started to slowly fuck Conor and nearly moaned when the man beneath him demanded harder. It took her a minute, as Anders leaned over Conor to get herself together. She still wasn’t changing her plans on the paperwork in her hands. Carefully she stepped away from the door and headed to her office. If they knew, they’d fire her. Not that she’d blame them. Yet, she struggled with the slight feeling of guilt and her own arousal, which for the moment, was drowning it. -- Her fingers toyed with the edge of her phone, eyes unfocused. Since the night before, she’d been lost in the memory of what she’d witnessed… far too much. It was Mr. Errikson talking that had her head jerking upward, her pale cheeks burning with blush. Between not listening to him and recalling how he and his husband had fucked across the desk the night before, it was warranted. Her mind spun, to recall what he’d asked. “Oh, um, Josh said he could hold down the fort.” Not that there was much left to do when it came to planning their wedding. Nevara had taken care of all of it, with no help from her husband. He was just so busy. The first year at a law firm was like that and while it hurt a little, she tried to not let it bother her. She’d asked him again last night if he was sure about her taking the trip, they’d understand if she backed out. No babe! You have been wanting to go to the UK for years, see castles and all that jazz. Go. I got this. And when you come back we will get married and then jet off to Tahiti. He’d been so encouraging and sweet about it. A smile curled on her lips absently. It was nice that he was supporting her dream, god knew she’d supported him. No that she was bitter, it was for them and their future. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked if she were sure and then it dawned on her. Was she ruining their vacation? “Unless you don’t need me?” Instantly she was worried and she straightened in her seat. Her soft black jeans pressed against her thighs as her comfortable flats squeaked against the linoleum. Her shirt today was black and lacy. Very monochrome, but she was comfortable for the long flight to the UK. Her eyes slipped to the crowd and for a moment her mind went blank. Was that Josh? What was he doing here? And then as if the picture cleared, she found her fiance in the arms of another woman, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Was that Heidi? A VP in his firm? White noise filled her ears and she didn’t realize she’d dropped her phone or stood. It was like she’d blinked one moment and was before Josh and Heidi the next. “Josh?” Her normally sweet voice came out in a disbelieving croak.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It was not that Anders disliked their assistant. She was a little less professional than some might want for an executive assistant at a swelling tech investment firm, but she did her job. Not to mention that she was delightful eye candy. He was not the one who tended to look for women, but he enjoyed their company plenty. Nevara was pretty, but he had never been interested. For one, she worked for them. That was also two, three, and four for Anders. Don't shit where you eat. Which was why he was not thrilled to have her come on their vacation. She was engaged and too involved in their lives to be a fling. Conor, unfortunately did not share his philosophy. "Are you sure you want to leave so close to the wedding?" It was a little surprising that she was caught off guard. Anders blamed the lack of professional environment. He was wearing a t-shirt and a cardigan for fucksake. However, she seemed happy enough to push on, assured him that it would be fine. Not his place to turn down a chance to get some work done on the vacation. "Alright. Let us know if you have any fires." Anders went to sit beside his mate, who looked considerably more comfortable in his henley and khakis. He peeked at the app Conor held, already scouting for fun when they landed. Neither even noticed that Nevara stood and crossed the room. Josh also did not manage to notice until she was practically on top of them. He only pulled away from Heidi when he heard his name. There was naked shock on his face when he saw her. It lasted for all of a few seconds before he realized that there was no way out. "Well, fuck me I guess." He wiped a hand down his face and glanced at Heidi, who at least had the decency to look embarrassed. "Alright, I guess you caught me. But, listen, what did you expect? You aren't exactly going anywhere fast, babe. I'm a fucking lawyer at a big firm and you are a PA. If I'm going to be a partner before I'm thirty five, I have to stop picking around." There was a pause as he watched her try to process it all. And there was no way he planned what came out next. It was frustration and he decided to point it all at the woman in front of him. "You are going off to fuck your bosses in the UK anyway. Don't act like you haven't been sucking their dicks when you work overtime. I'm not going to listen to you act like you are some kind of saint. Stop with the puppy dog eyes you dumb cun..." Conor felt the man, Josh, felt his nose crunch under his fist when he punched him. Even if he had been a bit of a stronger man, Conor had fought on battlefields. Josh folded into a heap on the ground and Conor had an arm around Nevara's shoulders to drag her away. Anders was at their backs as he walked her away. Conor could only whisper something kind as they moved. "Come on. Just keep walking. We need to get on the plane." He kept his grip tight, made sure her only option was to follow him. More importantly, if he stayed, it was not going to end with just a punch. He felt the dragon in him pushing at the edges of this shape. Felt anger boiling. Because he cared deeply about their little assistant. Found her to be an impossibly sweet girl, even aside from how lovely she was. He needed his mate to handle this. Anders, once he was sure that they had gotten away from the growing crowd, moved to confront Josh. Or, more to confront Heidi, who was now crouching and cradling her lover, holding his nose. "I wouldn't recommend starting anything over this. Our lawyers are better than your firm. And, honestly, if he was fucking you behind her back, he will do it to you as well." The air vibrated with strange power, invisible but tangible. It sank into the woman, like tendrils of starless void plunging into her head. His words went from suggestion to command, laced into her subconscious. "But, I have a flight to catch." He found the pair sitting together on their charter jet a few minutes later, dropping bags on the floor. "You left your luggage behind. Both of you."

 

[Bunny]

White noise buzzed in her ears still, as she started up at Josh and Heidi. Heidi was everything she wasn’t. Tall, beautiful, elegant. Where Nevara was barely five feet, Heidi was easily five eight or five nine without heels. Her body was made to be craved. Breasts, legs for days and an ass. It wasn’t fair that her face matched her body. The look of shock and then his voice jerked her back into the here and now. Her eyes flicked between Heidi and Josh and what he said next had her lips parting in shock. What did she expect? From her fiance.. That she’d helped support through law school. The man she’d thought was her one and only. Who she was marrying in a little over two months. She tried to come to grips with the fact her life had just crumbled before her eyes. “Josh..” Her voice sounded too soft, too meek. Broken. She hated him at that moment for making her feel lesser than. It was what came next though that made her face harden despite the tears that made Josh go glassy before her. Had Conor not decked him, she would have. Her small hands were curled into fists. Nevara was trembling from head to toe. One moment Josh was there and then he wasn’t and a strong arm was wrapped around her shoulders. Conor’s scent enveloped her, the sweetness of herbs, an earthy scent that reminded her of forests and the feel of the sea’s sun on her face. Oddly it calmed her as he moved her along, Keeping her from falling. He was the only thing in the moment that kept her upright. Leaning into him without realizing, their scents mingled. Her own bright like citrus and sweet. The warmth of spice and finally the coziness of a blanket kept in cedar. The airport around them was a blur and it wasn’t until she was walking up a set of stairs that she seemed to come out of it. Conor didn’t release her though until he settled her into a plush leather chair. Still in shock, Nevara tried to make sense of it all. How couldn't she have known? Long nights? Business trips? How long had they been sleeping together? Had they been fucking in their bed? The bile rose up and burned her throat. Closing her eyes tightly, she focused on her breathing. It was a thump of bags that had her eyes flying open. Jumping slightly, she looked up into Anders' face, her own pale. The blue eyes, soft as a spring day, were drowning in blackness. A thin rim of blue showing around her pupil. “Sorry.” She said and her voice sounded far off. Looking at her bag, she noticed her phone had been tucked into the front pocket. Already, it was lighting up, vibrating and she closed her eyes against the intrusion. She didn’t need to look at it to know it was Josh.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor had always liked Nevara. She was pretty, and honestly that had been why he hired her. She was under qualified and young. Or, she had been when she started. And that had only been on paper. She had been a great assistant and he knew that the reason she poured so much free time into working extra hours was to pay for her wedding and her fiancé's loans. So, maybe he had lost it a little when it all happened. Maybe he wished he had just ripped the man in half. Anders could have just wiped them from everyone's memory. He was entertaining going back to do just that when their bags landed hard on the floor. Nevara apologized and Conor actually snarled at his husband. "Anders! Stop it. You saw what happened and you are not that uncaring, no matter what you try to let people think!" There was tension, but nothing dangerous. Just a little bit of emotion after something outrageous. Anders stood his ground, though. He crossed his arms and looked between the pair of them. "This was meant to be a vacation. I understand that it was very unpleasant, but it isn't our problem." He looked like that would be his final opinion on the matter. Except, beside Nevara, Conor was giving him a very unkind stare. It was a stare that had passed between them many times over their long relationship and Anders had named it the "shithead stare". Named so because it was their sign he needed to reconsider his treatment of someone. So, he sighed heavily and walked up to Nevara. "Sorry, Nevara. It isn't your fault." He hovered for a moment, looking down at her. Then, he lifted a hand to pat her head in a somewhat genuine attempt at affection, before walking past her and taking a seat behind them. That was about when the pilot walked up the steps and joined them. She took one look at the cabin and immeditely moved to the cockpit, closing the door behind herself. That left the two of them relatively alone, though Anders could hear every word. "I have to imagine that was a bit of a shock. Ungrateful little shit. I would apologize for punching him, but I only wish I had let you do it yourself." Conor leaned back in his seat. He only realized she had been staring at her bag the whole time now, realized it was buzzing. With a little exhale, Conor sat up and reached past her, picking up her bag. A gentle hand found her own, still clenched tight, and nudged her fingers until they finally unfurled. Deliberately, he pulled her phone from the bag and brought it over to her hand, pressing her thumb to the screen to unlock it. "You know, you really should turn your phone off while you are taking off. Maybe even the whole plan ride." Conor made a big show of holding the side button, bringing up the power screen, and hitting the off button with the tip of his fingers. Once the logo appeared on the screen, he tossed it gently into the seat opposite of him. Turning back to her, he tried to make the kindest face he could muster. "You have never been to the UK, right?"

 

[Bunny]

Snarling came from beside her, the sound almost a growl as Conor snapped. He had always been kind to her. The job had been the beginning, but Nevara was sure she’d proven herself over and over for them. It was Conor who was there with a little flirt and a smile. It had been Conor who had punched Josh. Who had whisked her away. Who now stood up for her and Anders’ clear disapproval. Wasn’t their problem. He was right. What had happened wasn’t their problem. Her messy love life was not her bosses’ to deal with, but her own. Even still, she had flinched at the bluntness of it. Needed to leave. She needed to leave. They didn’t need her or her mess on their vacation. Anders’ was right. It hadn’t been kind, but it had been honest and when he moved closer, Nevara was willing her legs to work. Stand up. Apologize. Leave. The words were a deafening mantra in her mind. She needed to leave. A hand came down on her strawberry hair and she froze. What he had said came back to her a moment later. It had broken the thought, for the moment at least and she sat like a statue in her plush leather seat. Then her damned phone lit up and pulled her back. The hurt, the anger crashing back into her until it felt like she was choking on them. Conor came to her rescue again, his calming voice pushing through her mental collapse. A warm hand enclosed hers, her phone suddenly in her hand. Her face unlocked, the messages appearing. So many. The hand in his shook her vision going misty. Then that voice again. She watched as he turned it off. Watched as it powered down and the pressure from those stupid little dots, those stupid little bubbles vanished from sight. Pale blue eyes followed her phone as it bounced beside her and she finally turned her face to Conor. That handsome face, so kind, looked back at her and he spoke again and slowly she shook her head. “No.” As if she remembered. “I don’t have to come. It is your vacation.” As if Anders’ words had come back and there was that rising panic again. Before today, Nevara would have said she was strong. Not easily ruffled. Her life was slowly falling into place. She had an amazing job. Josh was working to make a name for himself and someday make partner. They are getting married. All the ducks were in a row. She’d found someone to spend her life with. Who she loved and lo..lov..loved her… back.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

All Conor could manage was a little bit of an annoyed sigh when she insisted that there was no need for her to go. There was absolutely no way he was letting her go back into that airport. A trip would be a good distraction and she would be able to relax once they were a few thousand miles away. At least, that had been his idea when a familiar tendril of inky void brushed against his mind. Anders could rip another creature's mind apart with a twitch of his power, but he was polite when it came to his mate. Even though they often communicated this way, he never entered without permission. After he accepted, he had a feeling Nevara was not receiving the same courtesy. He was skimming her surface thoughts, sending them to Conor. And there was one major theme in the feelings from both of them. Regret. It appeared his mate felt a little guilty about the harshness of his tone. Not that he could see Anders apologizing. He just wanted Conor to fix it on his behalf. That was a common enough occurrence that he no longer let it bother him. Today, it was even easier. Nevara had easily worked her way into their lives. Conor gave her compliments and guidance when needed, talked to her about her life. So, being a bridge between them would be just another day. "You are coming with us. No negotiations. How about I get you a drink? One for all of us. I'm not going to belittle you and say it will all be okay." Even as Conor rose to his feet and crossed to the little fridge built into the wall, the engines of the plane kicked to life. It seemed her chance to leave was officially gone. "Anders, love, move over to sit with us before we take off." The other dragon gave a small affirmative grunt and stood again. This time, he took the seat across from Nevara. Each of the three sections were little pods of four luxurious seats with enough space for the table built into the wall to be folded out. Anders did exactly that, putting the large plank of wood between them. Conor returned with a bottle of golden whiskey in his hand, along with a little stack of glasses. He brushed close to Nevara to return to his seat before letting himself drop. Whether she was waiting for Conor to find a seat or just by luck, the pilot chose that moment to begin to pull forward. "I know it isn't exactly fun, but I think this works out well. What better time to leave the country than right now?" Conor poured two fingers of the whiskey into the first glass before sliding it to Nevara. He began to repeat it for Anders as well. Then, there was another knock against his mine and Conor felt the question being asked. Anders offered to wipe her memoey and Conor could only look appalled as he put the glass in front of his husband. "You are young and beautiful. Let that asshole be a lesson you learned and live better than him."

 

[Bunny]

Mortification, anger and shame were swirling through her mind. The heartbreak was sharp and fresh and Nevara was unsure how to handle it. He had been her one. The one she’d grow old with. Have babies with. She had given him everything and he’d cheated on her like she was nothing. It was Conner speaking that had her focusing and she looked up at him, lips parted as he told her she was coming with them. Conor was the sweet one. Flirty, friendly. Such a declaration should have come from Anders. Wetting her lips as the plane’s engines kindled to life. Well it was settled then, wasn’t it? Pale eyes lifted to Anders as he rose and she shifted some as he sat across from her. The table lowered, her eyes left Anders, focusing on the glossy surface. Anders wasn’t normally an issue for her. He was gruff, blunt and expected things to be done the way he liked. As his personal assistant, it was fine. Now though? It left her unable to meet his eyes for more than a moment. His anger had been part of it but now she just felt like she was intruding. It had been a vacation, yes, but they would have been working. Now? Work was the furthest from her mind. Brushing past her, Conor’s warmth pushed against her chilled skin and she looked up as he spoke. What better time to leave? Inhaling shakily she nodded slightly, her hair slipping along her shoulders. Her eyes fell once more, this time to the glass of amber liquid that he’d slid before her. The plane began to roll and Nevara felt the first tear slip down her cheek. Young. Beautiful. Conor was always so sweet. For a moment her sorrow was intruded on by the sight of them in their office the night before and she felt a stark wave of lust flow through her before the shame doubled and she reached for the glass. It was wrong to lust after them. For it wasn’t only Conor that filled her dreams.. But they were a couple and they were not interested in her. They were gay for fuck sake. It was the emotional turmoil. Even as Nevara lied to herself she lifted the glass to her lips and took a big swallow. Smoky warmth filled her mouth, the sweetness of vanilla coating her tastebuds. Rather than savor what was likely a crazy expensive drink she swallowed, feeling that warmth slide down her throat and pool in her stomach. “I thought he was the one..” She said finally, her voice so soft, it was barely more than a whisper.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Anders found the rebuking look from his partner to be almost amusing. Almost. He had gifts that no one really understood, offered something that he thought would be a kindness and Conor was giving him sass over it. Nevara was a sweet girl, and just as pretty as Conor insisted, but there were limits. Over their time working with her, he could not count on one hand the number of times her name had been suggested when they were feeling adventurous. Not that he minded in concept, but she worked for them. It was inappropriate and she was just some human. They had more interesting partners. Now, it seemed that Conor had taken his interest to the personal level. He was kind and charming, many of the things that Anders himself lacked. No, he was ruthless and cold to most, downright cruel to others. Nevara had been a good assistant and he liked her well enough, but this was beginning to go too far. He could practically scent Conor's intent with the way he was speaking to the girl. Plying her with expensive liquor and complimenting her. Wiping her memories seemed kinder and more efficient than fucking her for two weeks and going back to work. Worst of all, Conor would expect him to partake, at least as a spectator. He was such a sucker for being watched. And, Anders had to admit, he did enjoy the experience. Conor, on the other hand, was being an actual compassionate creature. He saw the tears and turned his head away, giving her a moment of privacy to collect her thoughts. They would be each others' only company for the vacation, some strangers aside, and making sure she enjoyed it was his priority. It was not until he heard the harsh swallow, heard her voice pick up, that he turned back. They were on the way into the air now, the force of the lifting plane pressing down on them. "Don't think of it that way, Nevara. No one in the entire world has a one. No matter what kind of love you find, it is not singular." There was already a gentle smile on his face, but it turned sly, conspiratorial. "Anders and I have been together for as long as I can remember. I promise neither of us has ever felt that there was just one. Right, love?" Anders sighed and took a long drink from his whiskey, turning to look out of the window as they began to rise above the clouds. It was strange to know that he could still predict his husband so well. One might think it would be easier with time, but Conor became more and more wild. Like he was looking for something. Maybe he thought Nevara was their missing piece. Maybe he was horny. Either way, Anders knew where this was headed. "First you insist she come, now you corner both of us. Not flattering, Conor." Anders did not have a kind smile when he turned to his husband, though he did not seem irritated. Not yet. "I think you should slow yourself down before you end up hurting her and losing us a very competent assistant." Conor barely seemed to hear him, turning back to Nevara. "We won't admit it, but we have both seen plenty of other people while together. And when together. But, my point is that no one has a single special someone. Don't let your shit experience define you. Not forever, at least." Conor smiled and tipped the whiskey into her glass, refilling the drink she had already taken. Maybe he did have mischief on his mind. And maybe he knew exactly how long she had been watching them in their office. "For now, drink as much as you like, enjoy your vacation. No working. How does that sound?"

 

[Bunny]

No one has just one. It wasn’t something she had ever considered. While she had been raised in a conservative household, she was not conservative herself. Yet some of the lessons she had learned seemed more simple to grasp and there was no harm in them, unlike her mother’s bigotry. The idea of finding the one. That one person who was the other half of your soul.. And making a life with them. She would have said that Conor and Anders were soulmates. A frown wormed between her brows at his words and she looked up at him. “But..” Her words trailed off and her eyes slipped from him to Anders, her meaning clear. Conor went on though, that soft smile slowly curling, becoming mischievous. Looking toward Anders once more, as Conor asked him right? His sigh and avoidance of answering and her gaze made her cheeks heat and her eyes lower once more. Deep cadence had her looking up, as Anders looked out the window and her lips parted. Insist she come? Had it been Conor who had wanted her to come on this vacation? Or did he mean after the airport. Cornering them? Flattering? Confusion was plain on her face and she looked between them, unsure. Startling blue eyes turned to Conor as he offered his advice and it only left her feeling like a third wheel all over again. Shifting uneasily, she wondered if she could just book a flight home once they landed. “But you just admitted it..” Her voice was soft, that unease and confusion lacing her tone. Looking back down at her glass, almost empty, it refilled as she processed what he said. It was sad, on some level. To think there wasn’t someone out there, waiting for her. That she wouldn’t love someone so deeply and be loved in return. Nodding, her hair swayed slightly and she lifted the glass. He’d meant well, she knew.. But in the end, all Conor had done was make her feel more alone. He had Anders and even if they had been with people before and even now, as a couple.. They had one another. It felt like they would always have one another. It was more than the rampant sex they had in the offices. It was the tender moments she was privy to. To the way they looked at one another, when they thought no one was looking. Was it so wrong to want what they had? The glass was lifted and she downed the contents. Letting it burn before angling her body away from them. At the time she had been so thankful they had been there. To help her and now she wished she’d not gotten on the plane. Had left them to their vacation. Their love.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor could see the confusion building on Nevara's face even as it happened. Maybe it was because they were a little more free with their sex lives than most. Maybe it was because they were not human. However, it seemed that something was not processing for her. His dear husband being an ass about the whole thing was not helping. Conor knew Anders was attracted to their assistant. Not a single time had he rejected the idea of approaching her because he was uninterested. It was always her job and her fiance. Now, it was only her job, and they ran the entire company. Who would stop them? But, having her confused would certainly make this complicated. "I meant we don't just go around saying we have an open relationship. Normally, we won't let someone know unless we are interested in them." There was something in his voice, like he was trying to make his point obvious. Except, that did not seem to get through either. Nevara sank back into herself. Whatever it was that had upset her, Conor had no idea. Anders, on the othe hand, could feel the thoughts on the surface of her mind. It was rude and invasive, but Conor was not going to let her sulk all vacation and it turning into a conflict would ruin things. All he wanted was to go to some medieval castle and not have to do work for a few weeks. If Conor wanted to spend it stretching their assistant into fancy positions, that was his choice. "He means to say that no one has just one true love, Nevara. We love each other. But, we don't count that as the end. People can have more than one correct person for them. Losing one doesn't mean an end." Anders cleared his throat before taking a drink of his own. Long conversations not related to work were usually not his thing. Conor seemed to take the bait, and the subtle approval to continue. He leaned a little closer to Nevara and nudged her chin so that she looked up at him. This time, his smile was radiant. He was good at comforting people, or he thought he was at least. Whatever she had with her fiance, it had been broken before that airport. That meant maybe she could see those broken parts and realize this was for the best. "Big changes are always a chance to do something new, good or bad. For example, in all this talk, did you not realize I've been trying to flirt with you, Nevara?" This time, he was almost laughing. Only, the heat in his gaze showed it was nothing close to the a joke. His hand moved to brush against her cheek, tilting her gaze even more toward him. Conor was close now, only a few inches away. His eyes flicked down to her lips, to the little flush on her cheeks from the alcohol. They were cruising now, the plane even and smooth. Maybe it made him a bastard, but the fiance had been enough to keep him under control. Now that he was gone, Conor had no idea if he could stop. Because it had not just been when he caught her watching them. "I have dreams about you, Nevara. Not very wholesome ones. Anders, myself... and you. I don't think that sounds so terrible to you, either. Not from how long you watched us yesterday. We would have welcomed you if you had just come in." His voice was turning husky. All he needed was a little permission. So, he put his hand on her thigh, barely grazing her. She could brush him away with ease and they could have a nice vacation. But, even Anders was watching from the corner of his eye.

 

[Bunny]

Blush flamed to life in her cheeks and she shook her head quickly. “I didn’t mean..” Her voice trailed off and face, still flaming like the sun turned down, looking at the table once more. The hint was both noticed and missed in the same breath. There was a moment of confused hope and then confused anger directed at herself. He didn’t mean her, she wasn’t.. Not for them.. And they were gay. Nevara’s crush on them both had started long before she’d caught them the first time and it was perhaps that attraction that had caused her to linger. Her chin lifted as Anders’ spoke and her eyes wide at the unexpected kindness from him. It was kind and from him? It was definitely a step outside of his comfort zone. Which made those words mean all the more to her. It also gave her a new outlook on her fears and worries. It was clear that her fiance.. Ex fiance had not been her one or her anything. Yet Anders’ words gave her some hope. Not that she expected her bosses to fill that hole. A hand gently grasped her chin and she turned to look at Conor, her face tipping to meet his own. His smile was bright and beautiful. Like the sun which was slowly sinking toward the horizon. Big changes are a chance to do something new. She was taking those words to heart when Conor broke her. Something seemed to short circuit in their assistant for a moment. His voice held laughter, teasing and light and it was at odds with the look in his eyes. The heat in them that instantly made her wet. Fingers slid from her chin to her cheek and her lashes fluttered closed for a moment and she leaned into his touch. Savoring the warmth, the feel of his breath along her face. When he spoke again, Nevara opened her eyes to meet his own. “Conor.” His name was hesitant, unsure but there were threads of something else in there. Desire? Hope? Need.. The squeak that left her and the blush that flamed to her cheeks. Her mouth opened to protest and then it snapped closed when he told her had she come in, she would have been welcomed. His other hand slipped to her thigh, fingers grazing almost like a ghost above her skin. Her mind felt heavy and she licked her lips. For a moment, her eyes slid to Anders, catching his gaze. He was Conor’s husband and if he’d shown any signs of anger or disapproval, Nevara would have pulled away. There was nothing there that told her to stop and her gaze slid back to Conor. Gods, he was a beautiful man. One hand slowly rose, trembling. The tips of her fingers bruised along his jaw, ghosting over his skin in an echo of his own touch. Shifting, Nevara leaned forward some and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was chaste, but for her? It was a huge step. A part of her brain whispered she was a whore, no better than what Josh accused her of. In that moment though, she couldn’t find it in her to care. He’d thrown her away like she was nothing. A little liquid courage and she was more than willing to take the bait.. To believe in what Conor said..

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor could not help grinning like the devil as he saw things start to snap into place for Nevara. It was honestly a shame that she had been involved with her prick fiance from such a young age. He imagined that her life could have been very fun if she embraced her beauty and tried new things. Even in her comfortable outfit for the flight, she was devastating. So, when that shaking hand lifted to his cheek, a thrill ran through him. Six months of watching, and now he could have a taste. The kiss was so gentle, so safe, that Conor almost let out a little chuckle. Instead, he returned it, kept it simple and sweet for the moment. Except, he could feel hesitation and had a suspicion he knew why. Conor gave her another small kiss before making a little space. "Love, please tell Nevara that you aren't bothered by this. I think you terrify her." Anders was becoming a little less subtle in his watching, but still kept his eyes on the window. Conor calling for his attention, though, put him in a bit if a predicament. He really did not mind. Now that they had started, any damage to their professional relationship was done. It was just hard to let anything but his best self show to Nevara. He was her boss and that meant something to him. But, she needed a distraction. "I don't mind at all, Nevara. My issue is with Conor taking advantage of an employee. Feel free to blame him." Anders gave her the briefest of smiles, turning his head away again. Conor took that moment of distraction to lean in and press his mouth to the side of her throat, kissing softly. "And that she saw us?" Anders groaned at that, turning back again. "That was your fault, as well, Conor. I told you to stop." Conor laughed against her skin, kissing lower and lower until he was pushing her shirt aside with his nose and kissing her shoulder. "She saw how much you enjoyed it. And did you enjoy it, Nevara? Did you like watching?" Conor worked his way back up her neck, pressing his nose against her jaw before he nipped the skin. Now that he had done everything he could to calm her nerves, he moved his way back to her lips and gave her another kiss, an invitation to let go of her worries and enjoy herself. It was rougher, a little demanding. But, not as demanding as the hand that slid from her thigh to her belly, up to the swell of her petite breasts. It was still so gentle that he barely ghosted over them, barely let his palm tease her through the lacy shirt. Conor wanted her badly, but actually having her was such a new idea that he found himself impatient. Nipping her bottom lip, he brushed his tongue over it, asking for permission to enter. The fact that he could practically feel Anders watching only made him more eager.

 

[Bunny]

Soft. His lips were so soft against her own. That little kiss returned just as sweetly and then another was added, almost as if for good measure. Pulling back, her eyes met Conor's as he looked down at her. Blush crept into her cheeks and down her neck. Her lower lip was captured in her teeth, worried. “He.. doesn’t terrify me.” Her voice might have been soft but underneath, there was steel. Nevara respected Anders and while she only knew him professionally, his gruff demeanor had never once bothered nor scared her. Conor was his husband though and even with her stolen glances.. Rumbling bass turned her eyes from the man before her, her fingers still resting on his cheek, to Anders. Her eyes searched his face and after a moment, she nodded. Accepting his answer. Lips pressed to her throat and her lashes closed halfway, Anders now in a mist of black. His words drew a soft squeak from her. Not protest, just shyness and guilt from being caught. Huffed breath played along her skin and she shivered. His lips trailed lower until his nose was nudging at the collar of her shirt. Warm kisses trailed along her shoulder and when he asked her if she’d enjoyed watching them, Nevara swallowed hard before answering, breathy. “Yes.” Watching them together. Their needs, lusts and love coming together beautifully. An image swam to the forefront of her mind, though, only Anders would see it. Laying on her bed, finger between her legs as she played over what she’d seen over and over until she came, crying out. It had been just last night after all.. Teeth scraped along her jaw and she turned her attention back to him. Lips pressed to hers. Rougher, more demanding. His hand slipped from her thigh to trail over her breast, the lace rough against his palm as he teased her skin beneath. When he nipped her lower lip, Nevara sighed, and opened her mouth for him. That sigh was one of surrender, her hand sliding from his cheek into his hair. Rather than the shy girl that she had been minutes ago, the way her tongue boldly swept into his mouth told a different story. Her other hand slipped to his chest, fingers bunching in his shirt. Her first little moan was just as sweet as that chaste kiss.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor was sure that Nevara did not find Anders to be terrifying in a literal sense. He just intimidated people. When she finally had his permission, though, Conor let out another rough little laugh against her throat. Anders was still the big boss in the room, but she was not scared. It was only her respect that tempered her. That would be good for when Anders joined them. Because, while the other two doubted it would happen, he knew his mate well. Knew he was very bad at staying in the audience. He gave his husband a day, at most. "He likes to watch, you know." This time, it was barely a whisper, too low for Anders to hear. Which did not stop him from growling when the words flashed across Conor's mind. Conor was already having fun before her soft reply, before she admitted to enjoying their little show. He did not have access to the little show Anders did, though. The image of her bringing herself to orgasm while she thought of them. There was no looking away now. He watched them intently, arm positioned to hide his growing arousal. Conor let out a soft sigh against her lips as he felt Anders send him the emotions he felt, sent him those little sparks of a thrill he got from seeing them tease each other. Maybe a day was being generous. Of course, that was only a moment before Nevara opened her mouth for him, before her own little tongue slid between his lips. That was what flipped the switch, what had Conor groaning into her mouth. Yes, Nevara had certainly been depriving herself of all kinds of fun. And he planned to make up for it. So, when her tongue twisted against his own, he sucked softly, nipped it with his teeth. A hand slid down to throw the armrest that separated them upward. The plush seats of the private plane were more like a couch than individual chairs, and sliding over the small gap brought them close. Her fingers tangled in his hair and he almost returned the gesture. But, Nevara needed to feel beautiful right now. And Conor needed to touch her. So, he calmed her breast, kneaded it with more urge hungry. His other hand found the hem of her shirt, slipping under to run rough fingertips over her hip and up along her spine. He pulled her closer while his tongue took over, pushed into her mouth even as he made her press closer to the hand. The lace did nothing to hide her growing want, his thumb flicking over her nipple through the fabric. That coaxed another groan from him, filling her mouth and rumbling through her. Conor ran his fingers up and down her back, along her ribs, slid it low to cup her ass and practically lift her out of the seat to get closer. Kissing her felt so fucking right that waiting six months felt like a mistake. He should have spread her out on her desk that first day, like he had wanted to since her interview. Nevara had always been able to stick in his thoughts. Sweet and charming, soft spoken but not cowardly. She plucked the strings inside him like an instrument and now he had her. She needed to understand. So, Conor finally found her free hand with his own, giving her nipple a soft tug with the other. He was becoming fevered, dangerous. Because, while Anders could read someone's thoughts, Conor could share his. His emotions could be contagious, his fae lineage letting him manipulate and control. It was useful for business, but when he got heated, his emotions spread against his will. So, while he guided her hand, made her palm the large bulge in his pants, his lust was a plague, infecting the other two. "I want to fuck you, Nevara. I've wanted to for a long time." The words were barely rasping breath, let loose between hungry kisses.

 

[Bunny]

That sinful little whisper. He likes to watch, you know. The echoing growl had her own lips curling in a smile against his own. When she acted first, her tongue pushing into his mouth, that groan went straight to her core. Sucking and nipping on her tongue, Nevara moaned softly into the kiss. It wasn’t just the kissing though that was making her ache. No, as the armrest vanished and she was pulled closer, his heat washing over her. His wandering hands though? They were what made her gasp. One hand cupped her breast through her lacy top. Kneading it, until both nipples pebbled, becoming rock hard. His other hand slid under her shirt, along her hip, to her spine. His fingertips were rough and though it was unexpected, it sent a thrill through her. Conor’s tongue pushed into her mouth almost like a fight for dominance and while she submitted, she didn’t surrender. Not entirely. Sucking on his tongue, Nevara nipped at it a moment later. Shifting, she moved closer as he cupped her rear. She wanted to crawl into his lap and just make out with him. To feel him harden beneath her and until her head spun with his scent and touch. Clever fingers tweaked her nipple and the breathy little cry was muffled by his mouth, even as his free hand dragged her own to his groin, her palm running against his growing arousal. In passing his scent had tempted her, all but in his lap, it crashed into her. Herbaceous, sweet balsamic and an earthy spice. Like the wild woods. Her own scent tangled with his. The sweetness of apples, heady smoke, like wood burning and the spice of cinnamon. Like dragon’s fire. As his power spilled over her and Conor’s mate, she could only whimper softly when he told her he wanted to fuck her. That he had wanted to for a long time. The words were panted, between needy kisses. It broke her and her resolve. She shifted, climbing into his lap. Straddling him, one leg bent pressed to the soft leather, the other hanging, her toes barely reaching the floor. It was enough though to rock herself against him. Fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as she pressed her smaller, softer body to his. Even as they kissed, scenes from the night before played in her mind. Had she known about Anders’ gifts, what she was thinking could have been seen as a tease. The way he had fucked Conor, their laughter and then their moans. Harder. The way he’d deepthroated Conor’s cock. How sexy he’d looked. They had both looked. An ache to touch him too, to know what his groans of pleasure were like. Somehow, she knew Anders would growl during sex..

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

The pair of them were almost writhing together, tongues playing wildly like they were starving for one another. Nevara had been interested, for sure. But, now she was coming alive. Those little moans were driving him wild. Had he always wanted her this badly? Always needed to fuck his assistant with this wanton abandon? Conor licked the inside of her mouth, a pleased groan echoing her moans. She tasted so good. He wanted to taste the rest of her. But, before he could start peeling clothes off of her, she was crawling into his lap. She was so soft and small tucked against him. But, just like Nevara, he had not forgotten his mate. No, he knew Anders was watching intently. Knew he would think of these moments when he fucked Conor. If he could hold back. So, when Nevara finally straddled him and settled down, he moved both hands to her perfectly heart shaped ass and gripped tight. The jeans made it hard to get a good feel, but he knew the view must be fantastic. And, because Conor was a little predictable, he already opened his mind for Anders when the polite request came. The image flooded his brain as Conor sucked on Nevara's tongue and coaxed it back into his mouth. It seemed that Nevara had a perfect ass. Anders' view showed it slowly rising and falling in his lap as Nevara moved, Conor's hands tucked underneath and squeezing. It was too good. And the fact that Nevara had only become more feral when he offered to fuck her meant there was no reason to play slow and sweet. His hands were between them, unbuttoning her tight jeans a moment later. Still kissing her like it would kill him to stop, Conor began to peel the jeans down her body. Anders kept their link open, let him watch as they slid over the curve of her ass, panties tugged along by the rough fabric. He watched every little movement, his eyes closed so he could enjoy the sight while he continued to devour her. And when she lifted to help him take them off, Conor groaned into her mouth as he saw her pretty little asshole and her slick pussy come into view. The two dragons were in a vicious feedback loop. Conor's arousal was spreading to both of them, spiking high when he saw what he would be putting his cock in soon. Anders was letting Conor into his thoughts, and he could already practically taste how bad his husband wanted to cum inside Nevara. Coldness aside, he lusted for her just as badly. It was when Nevara settled back down that Conor finally closed the link, though it was not intentional. No, the feeling of her hot pussy against his cock, only his rough khaki pants separating them, snapped the thread that held them together. When he finally pulled away, tugging her lip with his teeth, Conor realized he was short of breath. Had they stopped to breath? He doubted it. "I want you to be a good girl for me, Nevara. Can you walk over to my husband and bend over with your head in his lap? If you do, you can press your face against his big, hard cock while I fuck you. Don't you want that?" Conor licked her bottom lip when he finished. But, he had a feeling she wanted to see him first. So, he roughly tugged the shirt from where it was tucked in his pants, then undid his own pants button, sliding the zipper down. His aching cock already tried to arch free as he leaned back into the seat. "After you are done touching me, at least." Conor could not help himself, so close to her and that lovely scent of hers. He pulled her close and kissed her hard once more, a quick sweep of his tongue into her mouth letting him savor her taste.

 

[Bunny]

Instinct and need collided as they kissed. Far from a virgin, Nevara was not shy when it came to sex. Or at least that is how it seemed as any inhibitions were smoothed away by the rolling lust that slipped off Conor. Had she not been swamped by him, there might have been some more blushing, a little more corrosion needed to really free her from that shell she’d wrapped around her. All his power did was free her from those self imposed limitations and allow who she really was to come forward. Straddling his lap had been a whim of sorts. She wanted to feel him. Her hand had told her he was hard, but to grind against him? Moaning into the kiss as his tongue coaxed her back into his mouth she ran her tongue along his before flicking against the roof of his mouth. The tangle of his taste and her own, mingled with the whisky. Strong fingers dug into her ass, lifting her, encouraging her to grind against him. Her jeans were too limiting to make it as good as she knew it could be, but it didn’t stop her ass from rising and falling as they made out. Both because it felt good and because a part of her wanted Anders to look at her ass. So watch as she ground herself against Conner. It had been a month of catching them on and off. Of dreaming of being with them. Together and separately. Being sandwiched between them or riding one of their faces while they got fucked. Daydreams of hiding under one of their desks and sliding them down her throat on a business call or while they talked with an employee. All those filthy little fantasies that occur because no one else would ever know. Except the little flashes, freed by Conor’s power, floated across Ander’s mind like ticker tape as eager hands pulled at the zipper of her black jeans. Shifting and squirming with him Conor pulled them down her hips and over the curve of her ass. Trapping her legs for a moment and giving them both the perfect view of her sex and ass. His groan into her mouth made her sex flex before Anders’ eyes and her echoing needy whimper only drove it home. Hands left his hair long enough to wiggle her jeans off her legs and then she straddled him again and moaned, low, into his mouth as she felt him beneath her. No jeans or panties, it was just his pants between them and she rubbed herself along his aching shaft like a kitten in heat. Desperate and needy. Teeth scraped her lower lip, pulling it taunt as the kiss came to an end. Panting, Nevara couldn’t remember the last full breath she’d had and in truth she would have happily kept kissing him. A tremor ran through her at Conor’s words and his tongue brushed her lower lip. The idea was appealing to be sure. Maybe he noticed the hesitation however, she wanted to see him too. Hands lifted her shirt, the lacy black fabric falling into a pool beside her pants. Naked now from head to food. Hunger was in her eyes as he undressed and she shifted to allow him to remove his own pants. Lavender eyes fell to his cock as it sprung free and she whimpered. Nevara already knew how big they both were from a distance at least. There had been no question though that they were both far more endowed than Josh had been. Conor captured her mouth again and one small hand wrapped around his cock. Gently stroking him as they kissed, until she couldn’t take it anymore and she rose, still kissing him, bending so her ass, glistening pussy and tiny hole were on display for Anders. Slowly she stood up right and turned to look at him. God he was handsome. Short beard, his long hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. A scar ran from his forehead down his cheek and she had never been able to find it anything but sexy. It made him look like a warrior from a time forgotten. It was his eyes though. Serious, intense that had always drawn her more than anything else. He’d see himself for a moment in her mind. The way she viewed him. It wasn’t some fantasy, but the real version of him and how she found him beautiful and handsome. Bending over, she laid her head in his lap, as she had been asked. Sort of at least. Her cheek nuzzled against the visible bulge in his pants. He wore the same sort of suit pants he normally did. The black fabric did nothing to hide his erection though. Pressing her cheek to his thigh, her eyes rolled up to meet his as she licked at the length of him through his pants.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Nevara kissed like she needed it to live. Conor knew he was having an effect on her, could feel his power filling the cabin of the plane with lust, but it was not enough to make someone lose control like this. He could, if he wanted. Could push her emotions past her limits and make her beg for them to fuck her. But, that would be intensely boring. And completely unnecessary. She wanted this as much as he did, and as much as Anders was pretending he did not. She was bouncing in his lap, grinding against him hard enough that he could feel her wetness and heat. It did not help that Anders was still sharing. Showing him how she clenched at the sight of his body. Between the naked Nevara in his lap and the view from the back, Conor was very close to just fucking her on the floor of the plane. Anders, meanwhile, had a little smirk hidden behind her back. He knew what it was doing to Conor and loved every second. It almost felt unfair to Nevara keeping her out of the loop. Of course, she responded in kind, wrapped those little fingers around his huge cock and stroked him, precum covering her palm as she moved. The groan he released into her mouth was feral, his cock throbbing in reply. And, because Anders was feeling far too confident, Conor gripped her ass on either side and spread her. Let his husband see every inch of her pussy and ass. What came next was a barrage of images. Thoughts that involved Nevara being defiled and used in a dozen different ways and so many configurations. At first, Conor thought it was Anders' imagination. Then, he noticed how it all focused on Nevara. These were her fantasies, taken from her surface thoughts, the ones Anders could not shut out. When she finally turned, Anders face was carefully blank again, head resting on his fist as he leaned on the armrest. He was not feigning disinterest anymore. No, he had obviously been watching. And he watched as she moved across to bend at the waist and place her face right against his cock. There was not a single twitch in his face, no flutter of his stomach muscles at the sensation. Not even when her tongue dragged over him did he react. All except for his cock. It was painfully hard, straining against the slacks he wore, every ridge and line visible. When her tongue brushed the tip, she was even gifted with a bead of precum leaking through fabric. However, his face was unchanged. Behind her, Conor rose to his feet and closed the distance. "Damn, Nevara. You have the prettiest ass and pussy I've ever seen." Instead of just taking her, hilting himself into her cunt like he knew she wanted, Conor knelt as well. He cupped her ass on either side, squeezing as his thumbs opened her petals and showed her glistening entrance. He extended his tongue fully and pressed it flat against her pussy, dragging it slowly and thoroughly from her clit, upward. He gave her one long stroke until his tongue curled and flicked against her asshole. Then, he stood and positioned himself just like he knew she wanted. "You know this is going to be happening for the whole vacation, don't you? I'm going to fuck you everywhere I want, in every hole." The words were gravel as he lowered his hips and brushed the huge head of his cock against her. Except, the height difference was causing an issue. His gorgeous assistant was at least a foot shorter than either of of them and he was practically squatting to line them up. So, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her almost completely off the floor, her toes barely brushing the floor. It had the lovely effect of shoving her face even more firmly against his husband's cock. He watched her desperately lick and nuzzles and suck against the fabric, begging Anders without using her words. So, he decided to give her a little relief. He shifted his hips until his head nudged her slick petals aside and threatened to sink inside. Then, he did just that. And it was like sinking into the hottest and most perfect little cunt on earth. Her grip was immediate and vice-like, making him shudder with pleasure. Without meaning to, he leaned forward, sinking further in and burying her face between Anders thighs. Conor groaned and bucked, another third of him squeezing into her. There was no way he was going to fit just yet. She needed to adjust, to lose her. "Love, just show her some mercy." Conor was panting, fully aware Anders could feel the way the pleasure flooded his mind. And Anders, cold and stoic, did what he was asked. Not because Conor said so, but because he knew he would lose control sooner rather than later. Knew that if he just watched while Conor fucked her, Anders would be the one to break her apart as soon as they finished. He undid his button and slid the zipper down, hand slipping inside to free his cock. It was even bigger than his husband, tip dripping precum with abandon. One large hand moved to Nevara's hair, tugging back so he could push the slacks down and free himself entirely. "Tongue out, Nevara." It was the same even and commanding tone he always used when he needed her to do something. Not mean, but with enough force that it was never questioned. And when she obeyed, he pressed her close again, letting her tongue curl along his balls before he guided her slowly up, over the length of his shaft and up to that swollen head, precum dripping onto her tongue.

 

[Bunny]

The sound Conor made went straight to her core and even as strong hands gripped her ass, pulling at it, Anders’ could easily see what that noise did to her. How her pussy twitched in response. Precum coated her palm and she used it for a moment to tease Conor. Using his arousal to pump her hand up and down lazily, feeling him twitch in her hand. Groaning into his mouth she slowly pulled away. More than anything she wanted him buried in her pussy, but she couldn’t forget the man behind her, watching everything. She craved him as dearly as Conor. Though his expression didn’t change, there was no way for Anders’ to hide his body’s reaction to her. The jump of his cock against her tongue and the beading of precum that soaked through his pants. That little taste of salt had her moaning against his shaft and her tongue lapped at the tip of him, over and over until the fabric was soaked through. As she did so, her ass gave a little wiggle for Conor and his compliment. Expecting the push of his cock against her pussy, the strangled moan that left her as his tongue pressed to her petals. The hand on Anders’ thigh twitched and the other against his dress shirt balled as she cried out against his shaft as Conor’s tongue lapped from clit to ass. It made her knees feel weak and when his tongue flicked against her ass Nevara pressed back against him, eagerly. Gravely words slipped from Conor and she bit her lower lip for a moment as he pressed the tip of his cock against her petals. Her eyes rolled up to watch Anders again as she lapped at his shaft and her smile was satisfied when he twitched against her tongue. Not that she had time to gloat as she was lifted from her feat and shoved against his groin. Arms went around him as she laughed and scrapped her teeth along the sodden fabric. Not upset by his lack of facial expressions, she knew he was enjoying himself. Be it because of her or watching his husband with her. A not so small part hoped it was her though. Selfish, maybe.. But she craved them both. Even as she lavished affection on Anders, Conor knew what she wanted. When the first few inches slid into her she moaned. The fact that they were not alone on the plane didn’t seem to occur or at least bother her from the sweet cry she made. Pressed harder into Anders she whimpered, lapping at his tip over and over. Bucking into her, another moan rippled through Nevara as Conor spoke behind her. Eager eyes watched as his fingers move to the button of his pants and then the zipper. Like a kid on Christmas almost as he slowly pulled his cock from his pants. Hand in her hair, she whimpered softly as he moved her head out of the way so he could free himself fully and push the lacks down his legs. The order made her already vice like pussy tighten around Coner. Tongue out, as told, she let him press her to his balls, tongue sliding from them up his length till she reached the tip. Precum dripped from Anders’ tip and she licked at his tip over and over. Wicking away each bead as it formed. Her eyes once more rolled up to him. Fiery locks held in his and as she lavished his cock, hands sliding along his hips and up his back some.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Anders kept his feelings to himself as much as he could. Even when he sent his thoughts to Conor, he tried to keep the need out of them. Because he wanted Nevara. He wanted her just as badly as the other two, maybe more from how he denied himself. Finally freeing his cock was nothing but pure relief. Watching Conor lap at her, the way she pushed back to his tongue, had been a mortal blow to Anders. He understood his husband, understood how badly he wanted their assistant. It was the perfect reason not to. And right now, he was watching her tongue dragging along his cock. It was almost cruel. A moment later, she was licking the tip like candy, tasting every drop of his precum as it poured out like he was some horny mortal teen. There was no holding back anymore. Now, he was only afraid of what might happen when he stopped. Of course, Conor could read him easily. Knew he was cracking as soon as he did not stop Nevara from worshipping through his slacks. So, he knew what buttons to push. Conor pushed himself deeper into Nevara, sinking in until she was completely full of him, until he was wedged into the deepest parts of her cunt, an inch of his cock still left if he could manage it. It pushed Nevara forward again, her lips pressed to his husband's cock. Teasing Anders was starting to become difficult to focus on, however. Nevara's pussy was begging for more, coiling and squeezing so every vein and ridge was being tightened around. So, he gave in. That would be the best thing to do. He pulled his hips back and felt the pure bliss of Nevara trying to keep him deep inside. "Fuck, just give it to her, Anders. She is practically crushing my cock to beg for it." Conor slammed himself into her hard, his grip keeping her in place as the impact rocked through her. Anders growled, just like she expected, and put both of his hands into her hair. His grip was tight, savage, as he forced her lips around the head of his length. Just that was almost too big for her small mouth, but that did not stop the blonde dragon from shoving her down until he felt the barrier of her throat, which had him leaning his head back and his hips rolling. It was such incredible relief to finally feel it, to pour that precum down her throat. "Fuck her, then. I'll cum faster if you make her moan." His voice was rough, rumbling. It was that same intoxicated tone he used when she had watched them fucking. And Conor did as he was told. He wrapped an arm around Nevara's waist, using it to hold her up while his other hand joined Anders' in her hair, pushing her lower to test her gag reflex. And, just like he expected, her little cunt tightened to a vice around him. So, he held her there until she struggled, Anders' thumb wiping drool from her chin and the corner of her mouth as they released her and gave her a break. A break that consisted of Conor beginning to fuck her in earnest. He gave her long and slow strokes, his size making sure that every little nerve inside of her was stimulated. There was not much technique involved. Just raw need as he finally got to fuck the assistant he had wanted for six months. And in her mouth, Anders swelled and dripped, practically begging to fuck her mouth as she clung to his waist. Like they both lost their composure at once, Anders pushed against her throat again while Conor slammed in hard, straining as he fit that final inch inside.

 

[Bunny]

The tip of her tongue pressed against the slit of his tip. Rolling along it as each drop fell onto her tongue. She didn’t know that neither man was human. That the way Anders’ leaked onto her tongue was as much of a statement to his desire for her than anything else. A thrust from Coner had her rocking forward and her mouth opening so the tip of Anders slipped into her molten mouth. Sucking on it, eyes rolling to watch Anders, seeking.. Needing his approval. Not the words.. But his touch. Behind her, Conor growled out an order and swore that she was crushing him. It was Anders growl though that made her tighten further around Conor. Strong hands curled into her hair and pressed her down on his cock. Nevara had a second to realize what was happening as he shoved her head down his cock, the taste of him filling her mouth. It was his scent that she inhaled though. Bright green and sweet like Basil. Something heady and smoky and the lingering scent of musk and sandalwood. Jaw aching slightly, Nevara opened her mouth as wide as she could. A singular thought flashing through her mind. Anders was not the only one to hear it. Oh god..Use me It was meant for neither and both. Their sweet little assistant wanted to be used. Fucked so thoroughly that she couldn’t talk or walk for a day. That desire only grew as Anders pushed her till the tip of him slid into her throat and she gagged around him. Precum slid down her throat and joined the whisky in the belly. A rumbling voice told his husband to fuck her. The order alone made her moan around his cock. An arm slid around her waist and the other joined Anders’ hand into her hair, pushing her down on his husband. It was nothing compared to how tight she had been when he forced the Anders’ cock down her throat. The gagging filled the cabin until she fought for breath. Cock still buried in her mouth Conor began to fuck her in truth. Arms around his waist, her eyes rolled up to Anders. They had both been broken by their slip of an assistant as they gave into her demand. The hands in her hair pushed his cock into her throat, more than just the tip as Conor thrust into her, the final inch slipping home. Her ass pressed firmly to his hips as Nevara moaned and gagged around Anders’ cock. A bite of nails told him she needed a break and when he pulled back from her throat, she drooled down his shaft and her chin. Tears slipped from her eyes. Sucking on his cock, her head began to bob, hair pulling taunt in his hand before her eyes rolled up once more. Her message clear.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

When those words reached them both, loud and clear without Anders power involved, there was a sudden shock deep inside. It was impossible to ignore it. The clarity was one thing, but the words? Anders throbbed inside her throat, groaning as she gagged around his cock. He almost lost himself completely. Almost did not notice that she needed to breath. No one but Conor knew how to take him Iike this. How to throat his cock and swallow around him. And the way she moaned? It was enough to finally crack his facade, to make him close his eyes and tilt his head back even as he let her go, let her pull back. When he looked back down, she was staring up. The look in her eyes was just as wild. She meant what she said in her deepest thoughts. She wanted to be used. Conor was the first to really give her what she needed, to start to give her harder thrusts that rocked her forward so hard she nearly deep throated Anders again. She was slick and tight, her honey running down his shaft. But, perhaps most of all, he loved that she could pleasure Anders like that. So, while she looked up and gave Anders permission for more, it was Conor who once again grabbed her hair and forced her down. The gagging was in time with the clenching of her inner walls, all of them falling into a rhythm together. Anders stayed in his seat, lavished and worshiped by her mouth, while Conor fucked her like it was his last chance. He slammed into her hard enough that the sound of skin on skin almost matched the wet sounds her throat made in protest. She was dripping on the floor of the cabin, ten inches of cock plunging into her over and over. It was not until Anders felt his own pleasure growing, felt his control slipping even more, that he decided to change things. There was a chance if he did not stop now, he might kill her with his cock, the way Conor kept shoving her down on him. He slowly pulled her away, the dripping drool running down her chin and earning a pleased little smile from him. Maybe it made him an asshole, but he loved turning cute women into a sloppy mess with his cock. Still, he flicked a glance to Conor, sweeping a thumb over her swollen lips. "Sit down and fuck her." Anders pushed his thumb into her mouth, the darker urges growing. Conor was almost oblivious to the words. He had been focused on holding himself back for a while now. Not his thrusts. Those had been savage and greedy, drowning in pleasure. He fought his own orgasm, not wanting this to end. And, now that Anders had given him a moment to get a break, he was not going to waste it. However, he did not pull out of her. Instead, he gathered her legs under the knees and lifted her more, slowly working himself down to the floor with her sitting in his lap. And with her weight to push her down, he somehow got deeper, groaning even as he pressed his face against the side of her throat. Conor was bouncing her, letting her sink down to the base with a loud slap of their hips before lifting her again. Anders rose to his feet, standing over Nevara as he pulled his t-shirt and cardigan off, leaving him bare before her. He stepped close, pressing his cock against her face even as he wrapped his own hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly. "You want both of us to use you? Prove it. I want to feel your mouth and your hands, then I'll cum all over those pretty little tits." Anders seemed to be done pretending he was just her boss.

 

[Bunny]

Even as she gagged around him, her body screaming for air, she trusted Anders. There was no way to know that she’d almost broken him. Almost broken them. Even as she struggled to breathe, she loved the feeling of them. Of Anders in her throat, twitching wildly was his seed slipped down her throat. Of Conor fucking her so hard that more of Anders slid into her throat. Each hard thrust vibrated through her body. A ragged breath was pulled in through her nose, her mouth still around Anders. Nevara took one minute. Exactly one to breathe before her eyes were on him again. Pale lavender eyes glossy with tears, but not even the tears could hide her need for him. The way she wanted him. Eyes on him, A hand from behind, Conor’s hand pushed her down his cock and a thrill went through her. Gagging around his cock, she quaked around Coner. Nevara loved this. The feeling of them, the way they got off on watching the other use her. The three of them found a rhythm, till the sounds and motions found an equilibrium. Gagging around his cock as a slap of skin on skin. Never once did her moaning stop. Each thrust pushing her closer to an edge. Nevara wanted nothing more than for Conor to fill her with his seed and for Anders to spill his down her throat. Ideally at the same time. The idea only made her moan louder. Pulled from his cock, Nevara panted, her eyes on him. That pleased little smile made her tighten around Conor hard. Drool and cum linked them together and little spidery strands broke and slapped against her chin. The rough pad of his thumb running along her bottom lip made her nip at it, affectionately, before her tongue lapped at the pad once. A demand came from him even as he pushed his thumb into her mouth. Sucking on his thumb like she had his cock. Tongue swirling around the digit. Legs lifted she laughed, the sound breathless as Conor lowered them to the floor. Straddling him once more, his cock buried in her aching cunt. The position changed how deep he went and she could have a sword. She felt her stomach bulge with his length. Lips pressed to her neck as he began to bounced her up and down on his shaft. Hungry eyes watched Anders’ strip and there was raw desire in her eyes as he stroked himself. Eyes rolled up as a hand slid up his thigh, pulling him closer. A hand wrapped around him. Slick from precum and drool, her hand slipped over his cock easily. Her head lowered a fraction as Conner fucked her. Both hands wrapped around Anders' dick. Pupping him in time with her mouth. This time, her eyes were closed. It was clear that Nevara liked sucking cock. Even as she came closer and closer to the edge, breasts bouncing with each thrust from Conor. One hand slid down his shaft cupping his balls, her tongue slowly following suit as her other hand worked him. She didn’t tell him she wanted him to cum in her mouth. In truth, Nevara didn’t care.. She just wanted Anders to cum with them. Back arching, Nevara's head fell back, her orgasm hitting her suddenly. Hands worked Anders, quicker, faster and she cried out. Neither shy or timid, there was no doubt as her cries grew louder and she moaned. “Yesyesyesyeys.”