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[Lady Jace Beleren]

A nymph. That was what Nevara was. It was almost impossible to reconcile the Nevara they knew, the one who showed up on time every day, scheduled their appointments, occasionally at lunch with them, with this creature of lust. She had always been gorgeous and Conor had wanted her as long as she wanted him, but now she was out of control and it was incredible. Watching her eagerly swallow Anders had been good, but seeing the mess she was now, lost in pleasure as she bounced on his cock? It was too much. Fuck being their assistant. He wanted her to live with them. Fuck them day and night. The whole company could go to hell. Conor had heard those words, felt their impact. No one else knew Anders and his powers as well as he did. Those words. Use me. That had been from Nevara, a manifestation of something new. And what that meant was somewhere in his subconscious as she sank down onto his cock over and over. As he filled her to her physical limits. He watched from his vantage point, Anders switching between watching Nevara worship him Conor's expression twisted in pleasure. Anders, for his part, had never been treated this way. He had experienced his share of kink, had fucked plenty of women and men. But, the way Nevara looked at him, like he was a treasure, like he was the most attractive thing in the world, all while she sucked his cock like it was her favorite task he had ever given her, it shattered him. Her hands cupped his balls and they stroked his shaft togethern, all while her needs dripped into his mind through his powers. He could tell what she wanted, and somehow he could not bring himself to deny it. Conor was matching her cadence of sounds, groaning and arching even as he began to lift his own hips to match her weight as she came down. They were so close, so perfect, that he had no doubt they would finish together. So, when those moans turned to words and Nevara began that final climb to her climax, he was not surprised to find himself right with her, swelling to the limit as he gave in to pleasure. It was not slow, not subtle. It was an unleashing as he emptied himself inside of her all at once. Painted her insides with his seed in an explosion. Anders was with them, ready to cover her perky tits with his seed. Only, he could still feel those desires, still sense what Nevara wanted. So, just as the other two peaked, Anders grabbed a tangled knot of hair and cut off those cried of pleasure with his cock. He plunged it down her throat deeper than ever, legs shuddering as he poured cum down her throat with wild abandon. In her palm, his balls squeezed over and over, hips jerking as he gave Nevara as much in her throat as Conor did in her sweet little cunt. When he pulled out with a wet sound, the last few drops spilled onto her tongue. With something like fear in the wash of pleasure, Anders stumbled back to his seat and realized that all he wanted was to do it again. That was dangerous. Conor, on the other hand, was biting and kissing at her neck and shoulders, one arm wrapped tight around her as he let her knees down and rode the aftershocks of his still hard cock being squeezed inside of Nevara. "That was... incredible."

 

[Bunny]

Had someone told her what would happen today, she would have laughed at them. Her perfect relationship wouldn’t shatter her and her bosses wouldn’t fuck all the pieces back into place. That her deepest, darkest fantasies would come to life. Josh had always been decent in bed and she had never had a complaint, or rather, nothing worth complaining about. Their sex life had been good and she had never once denied him. No, Nevara liked sex and it showed. So it hadn’t been a lack of sex that had driven him away. In truth, of the two of them, she’d likely been the one to suffer. Josh hadn’t liked anal.. Had liked blowjobs but wasn't a fan of going down on her. All the other little kinks that had tickled her had mostly been a no as well. She’d understood, made due and tried not to push him. Respecting boundaries was important. She’d craved this though. Had craved them for as long as she could remember. It had been one more thing to add to the proverbial spank bank. Something she’d never know, like many of her pent up fantasies. Though they’d managed to tick at least three of them in one go. Double penetration, face fucking and exhibition all at once. Strong hands tightened in her hair as she came, and her eyes rolled back in her head as Anders thrust himself into her throat roughly. Hands moved to his thighs, holding him, feeling how they trembled with his orgasm, his seed spilling down her throat, one rope after the next. If she had been tight before, she was all but milking Conor now. And had she not been cumming, that would have sent her over the edge. Fucking her throat as he came, sent her into a second orgasm without Conor doing a damn thing. Too close to that edge as he pulled her closer to him. Lips pressed to her throat, teeth scraping. Little flashes of pain, little marks of their time together being left on her creamy skin. He held her down, riding that second orgasm, unwilling to miss a second of her climax. There was a soft pop as he pulled from her mouth. Her face was tear stained and semen and spit mingled as the frothed at the corners of her mouth. She’d never felt more sexy.. Watching as he stumbled back, her eyes shifted from him to Conor. Her smile was slow, a kitten with cream.. Her mouth found his and her tongue swept into his mouth. Her taste mingled with his husbands as she rocked her hips, basking in the little tremors and pleasure that lingered. Slowly she pulled back and groaned softly.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

It was all just so damn good. Sex with Nevara was incredible. There was a chance that it was all just their desires being held in check for so many months of close proximity. However, that did very little explain Anders and his actions. No, he knew his mate was not the kind of person who gave in when they just felt horny. Not for just anyone. That meant he felt something for their assistant even if he tried to hide it. There was a growing suspicion that Nevara was something more than just a fun fuck who did a good job as their PA. Like she could sense the thoughts, she turned and stole his mouth, the taste of Anders still in her mouth. Conor groaned in return, holding her tighter as they kissed. She was still in his lap, his cock hilted inside of her. There was a growing understand that he could fuck her again if he really wanted to. However, it felt a little... excessive given the circumstances. As they broke the kiss, he could see satisfaction and exhaustion on Nevara's face. It was difficult, given how sexy she looked with her face turned into a mess by his husband, but they needed a break. It took a lot of effort to pull away, to stop himself from just slamming deep into her again. Agonizingly slow, he lifted Nevara from his lap, his cock leaving inch by inch, until he pulled free and his seed spilled down her thighs. They had made a mess. And, while they were very wealthy, they were not "own a private jet" wealthy. Conor was well aware that having to pay a little cleanup on a plane like this was common. Plenty of people used them for private parties. What he was more concerned about was Nevara. While she was a very sexy mess, she was still a mess. He could not help but lay her down onto her back, moving to sit on his knees between her legs. Hopefully, she did not notice that he was still painfully hard as he leaned down and wiped at her cheeks, at the corners of her eyes, to try to clean her up. He gathered the cum and drool from her mouth and had her suck his thumb clean, leaned down to kiss her while his hands made an effort to smooth her hair. It was a whole process, but when he was finished it looked like she had just been crying. Well, aside from the sticky mess between her thighs he knew he could not help with in any way that did not end with fucking again. Finally, as he rose to stand, he pulled her with him, putting an arm around her shoulders to steady her. And when he did, he saw that Anders was still watching, his own clothes fixed, but an obvious bulge being gently massaged with his hand. He wanted them both again. Wanted it just as bad as Conor, and it snapped into place all at once. She's our mate, Anders. Our third. "Get dressed and sit down. We still have a long flight left. You look like you are about to pass out, Nevara. Apologies if I was... too rough." Anders was not cold, but it was a sharp difference from the tender touches Conor had given her moments ago. By his standards, however, it was practically a warm hug. She is not our mate. She's human. I just hope you won't drive her to quit spending all vacation fucking her. Even in their mental communication, Conor found himself smirking at the tone Anders used. He was not the only one who would be fucking her. For now, though, he needed to help take care of her. Orgasms or not, it had been a hard day for her already.

 

[Bunny]

The way he kissed her, tasting Anders on her tongue and the groan? She couldn’t help the way her pussy tightened around him. When he drew back, there was no complaint, just a satisfaction in her heavy lids. She felt amazing. Nevara felt like she was still floating a little on the high of her orgasm. On how Anders’ had used her mouth and at how Conor had fucked her, encouraged, nay forced her to take more of Anders in her mouth. Lifted slowly she moved with him, almost as if she wanted to help. Nevara’s legs shook some as she tried to put weight on them. It was Conor who kept her upright as his seed and her own honey slipped from between her thighs. Her little whimper was far too sweet. Laid back gently she looked up at him, still slightly teary eyed. Slowly he helped clean her up. Tears wiped from her eyes and cheeks. Her lashes lowered, taking comfort in what he was doing. Next came the spittle and cum that had frothed at the sides of her mouth and her chin. Beautiful blue eyes opened to watch him as she sucked his thumb clean, her tongue lapping at the pad of his thumb as he pulled it from her mouth. Leaning up slightly into the kiss, she felt his hands smoothing her hair and smiled into the kiss. Even now, after fucking her like that, he was sweet. Caring. He rose and offered her a hand and she took it, allowing him to help her stand. One strong arm around her back, keeping her from falling to the floor. God, her legs felt like jelly. It was his voice that drew her gaze and she shook her head some. “You weren't." She promised him, looking for her shirt, panties and pants. Unsteady on her feet, she picked up both and turned to look for a bathroom. While they talked, unknown to her, she made her way to the small on plane bathroom. Bigger than anything that a public plan would have, it was enough for her to clean herself up. Conor had mostly fixed her hair for her and Nevara only smoothed it a little before turning to her body. Biting her lower lip, she ran her fingers through the wetness along her thighs. Lifting them up, her eyes focused on the way Conor’s cum looked on her fingers. Without thinking she slipped them into her mouth and closed her eyes. Without knowing it, she opened a direct link to them both. A soft, pleased little hmmn that was more quiet moan than anything else as she sucked his seed from them. The connection closed as the little flash of Nevara’s mind closed. Careful to clean herself, Nevara got dressed again. Panties, pants and shirt. While they were perhaps a little wrinkled from being on the floor of the plane, it wasn’t too bad. Taking a moment to wash her face, she left the bathroom barefooted and slipped into a chair beside them, yawning. It wasn’t even a conscious decision, shifting in her seat, her head slowly fell to Conor’s shoulder as sleep claimed her. It had been a hard day. Josh, tears and the most thorough fucking she’d ever had.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Nevara was cute, Anders had to give her that. It was not often someone got fucked like that and managed to wobble her way to her feet, only to make him smile, the slight curve of the lips it was. Conor was caring for her, which was more normal for him than to do otherwise. But, there was an undeniable chemistry between them. Maybe it was the familiarity, but Conor was relaxed and smiling even more than himself. It could end up being an enjoyable vacation. Or, that was what he thought before his mate sent that message to him. Immediately, his expression changed. Nevara made her way over to the bathroom and Anders did his best to not show anything when she looked over at him. No, he stayed as calm as he could until she was firmly behind the door. Then, he turned his gaze to Conor with an intensity that immediately has mate frowning back. They did not have this discussion often, but Conor knew exactly how he felt about the topic of their third, or lack of. Still, he was calm enough to speak using his powers instead of risking Nevara hearing. You need to give up on that line of thinking right now, Conor. You look at every woman we fuck and think that. Conor was in the process of putting his clothes back on, but he tried to keep eye contact as much as possible. After all, he knew Anders was good at reading the annoyance in his expression. Oh, really? Is that why she managed to share her thoughts with us, even when you weren't using your powers? Or did you do that? Anders rose to his feet and took a step closer to Conor. They were not going to fight over this, but it was a topic that he knew his husband cared deeply about. It was about managing his expectations. So, he put a hand on the back of Conor's neck, an affectionate gesture that he only depended by leaning his forehead to Conor's. It must have been a slip, Conor. She is a human barely in her twenties. She is not our mate. It will be another of the magical species, just as it always is. And we will meet them eventually. Just as Anders was about to lean in and kiss his mate, they both felt the connection open, and heard that little moan of delight, the image of Nevera tasting Conor's seed filling their minds. He froze right where he stood, lips poised to press to his husband's. And the shit-eating grin that he wore had Anders pulling away from him, sitting down on the seat with all of his weight, frown taking over his features. "And did you use your powers for that? Did you want us to hear her tasting my cum? Such a filthy dragon you are, love." Conor could not help the smile on his face as he took a seat of his own, leaving one open between them for Nevara. When she finally came out of the bathroom and took a seat beside, Conor smiled even more as she leaned into him and fell asleep almost immediately. He let her stay there for a while, but when it became obvious that she was not going to wake up any time soon, he lifted the arm of the chair and guided her down to rest in his lap. Anders had made a clear choice to ignore them for the moment, pulling out his laptop to work. Conor chose not to point out when his husband rested a hand on Nevara's calf. And they arrived in Ireland just like that, all together.