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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.

 

[Bunny]

The events of the day made her sleep deep and peaceful. While the issues with her now ex fiance had not been pleasant, being so thoroughly fucked had been and it was that more than anything that lulled her to sleep. There was another factor that she was not aware of, that Conor suspected and Anders fought against. She was their mate, human or not, she was part of them and being close to them in her sleep was like a comforting blanket. So when Conor found out that she wasn’t going to wake and gently laud her head in his lap, Nevara did little more than nuzzle her cheek against his thigh. One hand near her mouth, the other resting over her stomach. Red curls spilled into her face and it wasn’t until Conor gently woke her as they landed that she stirred. Drowsy, her blue eyes were darker and clouded with sleep. His scent was washing over her and she shifted and sat up a touch too quickly when she realized she’d been sleeping with her head in his lap. Pushing hair from her face, fingers raking through her curls she blushed brightly. Her world spun from the quick movement as she looked up into his blue eyes with a shy smile. “Sorry.” The three of them gathered their bags and a quick check of her phone told her the Ferrari Amalfi was waiting for them on the tarmac. Descending the stairs the wind rippled across the land, catching her hair. The scent of Ireland welcoming her. Green and alive. A slight smile curled on her lips. It was as if she could feel the magic of the land. It was in her head, she knew, but still. As they approached the car she eyed the sporty low slung car. “So what was the plan before the plane?” She asked, curiously as she shivered. Conor stepped closer to her and it was clear that something at least between them had changed as he used his body warmth to warm her. The car had exactly two seats and their bags were being loaded into the small trunk while another man handed Anders the keys. Yawning again, she cuddled into Conor’s side. “Did either of you sleep?” She asked quietly. When she’d turned her phone back on, she’d seen all the missed calls and texts, but ignored them for now, deciding to focus on her job and the men standing with her in the cool twilight of an Irish night. Not that she could avoid it forever. Likely a narrative was being spun that made her into the bad guy, involving her bosses. The way he’d looked at them, at her, while accusing her of fucking them. A small flicker of pleasure at the fact that she at least now lived up to the fabrication and for a moment, the bond between them flickered open. It wasn’t sexual, but there was a sense of gratitude and safety. What would she have done without them?

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

For Conor, it had been a surprise when he fell asleep. Nevara curled up in his lap, Anders only a few feet away, he was so comfortable that the seat of the plane was good enough. He lasted a few minutes, long enough to rest his hand on her shoulder, before he finally drifted away. Anders, on the other hand, refused to acknowledge what was obviously growing between the three of them. No, this was Conor's thing and he would do what they always did. Let him enjoy himself, join when they wanted, and have his time with his husband. This was normal for them. Just another little fling. Conor only opened his eyes a few moments before Nevara, a little mental kick from his husband waking him up just in time to move his hand away from where it had rested in her hair. He was hardly awake enough to understand what she meant when she said sorry. So, he responded with a little smile, almost dreamy as he stretched. And that smile stayed on his lips the entire time that they were picking up there bags. It was not until they had exited and he felt the familiar scent, the ancient power of his homeland. This was where he had been born, where the fae half of him still thrived. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, letting his magic stretch. And immediately, he felt it snare on both of the people close to him. A familiar tug from Anders, a bond that had been familiar almost as long as this land had been. Anders was the one standing by the car, looking it over with a little bit of fondness. He only had a little bit of annoyance in his voice at the question. "The plan had been you get you an Uber to the castle and we were going to go for a drive. Conor hasn't been back for a while. But, I don't think he wants you on your own. And I won't say he is wrong." Even as he said it, giving her a look that was so flat that it had to be intentionally blank, he moved around to driver side, slipping into the car. Conor came up behind her and put an arm around her waist. Maybe this felt temporary to Anders, but he had a good idea of what was happening. So, holding her was just second nature. He was ready to open up and explain what was happening, but that was a step he would not take without Anders beside him. "I got a little sleep. Anders almost never sleeps on planes. Honestly, you don't sleep enough at all, love. You need to relax more than I do." Conor could only smile as his husband responded by pushing down on the horn. "He's right, though. We should all go to the castle together. Ride in my lap." Conor guided her over to the passenger side, sitting in the deep seat and pushing it even further back until there was plenty of room for Nevara to join him. Once she did, his arms went around her waist immediately, holding her close. Feeling a little bold, he pressed his face into her neck, breathing her in just like he had his homeland. "We could all eat something and go find out how big the master bedroom is in a castle. What do you think, Nevara?" Anders scoffed at the suggestion, but he sounded significantly less put out by Conor flirting.

 

[Bunny]

While things had shifted between Conor and she, Anders was back to being almost cold. “Oh.. I still could..” He continued though and Conor came up behind her, arm slipping around her waist. Tipping her head up, she met his gaze, her own slightly unsure. It had been a joke really, when she’d mentioned the car, but with how Conor’s hand slayed along her side, almost possessive, she didn’t fight it and just snuggled into his warmth. He’d slept and for some reason Nevara was pleased, though her eyes had flickered to Anders as Conor teased his husband. Conor was very interested and Anders clearly had been on the plane, but now she was getting mixed signals. Part of her wanted to find a hotel and let them have their vacation. They could come get her for work stuff. Yet even as the idea played through her head, Anders’ laid on the horn causing her to jump slightly. “I don’t have to Conor. I could still get an Uber and a hotel room.” Her words unsure. . Riding to the castle in his lap though had not been unappealing. Cuddled close, watching the Irish countryside slip past, blanketed in his scent and warmth? The thought was interrupted as Conor friendly herded her to the car, his voice taking on an almost Anders’ like quality as he told her under no circumstances was that an option. A slight smile curled on her lips and she couldn’t help the very soft, “Yes, Daddy.” That left her, the words teasing but said soft enough that Anders’ shouldn’t have been able to hear. Watching as he moved the seat back, his large frame settling into the plush leather, Nevara joined him, curling in his lap, facing Anders. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and Nevara sighed, closing her eyes as his nose pressed to her throat, inhaling her scent. Laying her head to his hair, one hand curled against his shirt, the other draped over his arm. “Mm food does sound nice.” She admitted as the car began to move. Part of her wanted to offer to sleep in one of the many rooms, she didn’t need to share their bed and another was just content to be held. Whatever this little spell that they had made felt too cozy to disturb. Dark inside the car, she watched Anders’ profile and the landscape speed past his face. Lights gave way to darkness studded with smaller lights, the warm glow of houses and the then back to darkness and the endless sky. Lashes fell sleepily as she murmured. “I have never seen the stars before..” Her smile was sleepy as they sped by, beautiful all the same.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

There was an immediate response from Conor at her suggestion. For one, his face showed clear displeasure at the idea. He was certain of what he knew. Nevara was their mate and she belonged with them. The idea of letting her leave when the knowledge was so fresh absolutely did not sit well with him. Despite the attitude shift, he had a feeling Anders would not ship her off to a hotel either way. That had never been the plan. They had rented a fucking castle, after all. Anders was not so cruel as to deny their assistant a possible once-in-a-lifetime chance even before they had amazing sex. "You will be coming with us and I won't be discussing another option." The reply had him gripping her hip tight. Maybe he did not hate the way she said it. So, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Feel free to call me that any time." Anders, of course, could feel the words skimming through their minds. Even if they had whispered low enough the other could not hear, he would know. And, he found himself smirking, though he hid it behind his hand as they approached the car. Conor was so easy sometimes. One little nickname and Nevara had bought herself a vacation full of being spoiled. Not that there was much chance of otherwise. Conor seemed to be convinced of what she was and there was not much he could do to dissuade him until he worked it out of his system. The pair ended up curled in the seat, looking exceedingly comfortable. Anders almost interrupted at the mention of the master bedroom, though it would have been more to admonish his husband about obviously wanting more sex than anything related to Nevara. However, he lost the heart to do it when that sleepy voice mentioned that she had never seen stars. Conor had been right. He wanted to give this to their assistant as a gift, even if she had been less involved in his original plan. They would have plenty of vacations without her. He could give her this. Conor, on the other hand, was far too distracted by the cute woman in his lap. He brushed his nose against the top of her head, one hand moving up and down her thigh. "I forget that city girls like you exist." He considered nudged her awake, maybe kissing her to keep her up. But, she looked too cute drifting away. So, he held her close with one arm and leaned against the window with the other. He did miss these stars. But, he decided that waiting for food was a bad idea. So, with a little maneuvering, he pulled his phone from his pocket, pulling up the restaurants doing delivery in the area. He tapped throigh a few until he gave up on deciding for himself. "Any ideas, love?" Anders' answer was immediate. "Italian. Get carbonara for her. She always orders that when we offer to pay." Conor could not stifle the little laugh that popped out of him at how oblivious his husband was. Or willfully ignorant. It was hard to tell. Still, they remained relatively silent as they drove through the night, the back roads that led to the castle. It was only the headlights of their delivery that let him know they were at the end of the road. Anders stopped the car and stepped out to meet the man at the gate. When he came back to the car, having made a quick stop to put a code into the massive metal gate that led to the "driveway" of the castle, he paused and looked at the food. It seemed like a sin to let the smell of the food sink into the interior. In a flash of black against the dark night, Anders placed a hand on the side of the car and they all disappeared into a moment of complete darkness. The shadows that came so naturally to Anders devoured them whole, only to let them out right at the front door of the castle. Conor sighed a little even as he nudged Nevara. "Wake up, love. Anders got you carbonara." Anders lifted a brow, though he was not sure if he was more concerned about being given credit or Conor calling her that.

 

[Bunny]

Daddy, oddly it suited Conor and while it hadn’t really been something that Nevara had considered before saying the words, it.. It felt right. All the small things he did to help take care of her. Small and likely seeming nothing special, but Nevara had noticed. Her lips curled some as he told her that she could call him that any time. Anders of course heard the word in both their minds, not that she knew this. He’d feel the way their assistant felt about the title; shy and pleased in equal measures. Beyond that though, Nevara felt.. Special. Like a princes. The fact that they were going to a castle was forgotten for a moment. “Mmm.. yea. Too many lights in the city.” Had come her drowsy voice and while she’d not meant to fall asleep again, it pulled her under so soundly that even as the pair talked, she was oblivious. Nevara’s breathing was deep and even when Conor wiggled to get his phone free, nor the rumble of Anders’ voice as he recalled her favorite meal. Carbonara. The rich dish was often a treat and one that when they paid, she indulged in. That he recalled her love for it would have shocked her. Even the way Conor’s laugh made his chest shake, she slept on. Nudged awake she let out a little purring yawn as she stretched in Conor’s arms. Her back arching slightly as her arms slipped over their heads. “Sorry I keep falling asleep..” Her voice was thick with the lingering remnants of said sleep. The little soft nickname had been missed by her and she leaned against Conor. When he rose to his feet, her in his arms, she marveled for a moment at his strength. To lift her so easily. Nevara was small, sure. Curvy too.. But it was more the way he balanced her weight and didn’t sway even a little. When he set her down, she leaned against him for a moment. Slowly her eyes moved to Anders. “Thank you.” Had she been more comfortable, Anders would have been given a kiss to his cheek. Sleepy though, she remembered the airport. How he’d cooled again. Gently pulling away from Conor, Nevara crossed the gavel driveway twenty or so feet to the door, moving to a small, nondescript lock box. Entering the code that she’d asked for. Soft little beeps followed each button she pushed and then it buzzed softly before the box opened revealing two sets of keys. Pulling them free, Nevara turned to the door. The key was beautiful, while not antique, it had been fashioned to appear so. The teeth of the key slid home and she turned it, the door opening on oiled hinges. Stepping inside she found the lights and flicked them on. Warm light, almost akin to candlelight flickered to life, welcoming them to their temporary home. Turning she made to head back out to the car, to grab at least her bag.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor could only nudge her chin with his hand when she apologized. Nevara was incredibly reliable when it came to her job. Giving her a little break after going through this day was easy enough. And letting her get some rest was the least they could do for her. All of that before the plane. Before they realized what she was to them. Because he knew Anders realized it as well. She was their mate. Even if he did not mean to, he spoiled her. Anders' normal version of cold and distant was not what he gave their assistant. Going to lunch with them, letting her stay after hours for overtime even when they did not need her. Hell, he had paid her overtime when she went out for dinner with them once. And that had all been before. He knew his husband, and this was not normal. "You can sleep when you need it. You aren't working Nevara." Carrying her and talking was easy, but setting her down actually felt a little difficult until she leaned back into him. Of course, when she looked over at Anders, he crossed his arms and looked away. There was no way that he would risk letting her know that he cared when he was so desperately trying to deny it to Conor. So, of course, Conor chose that moment to be a pain in the ass. He smiled at his husband even as he spoke. "Anders even remembered that carbonara was your favorite. Says he remembered you getting it when we offered to pay." Anders did not say a word. Instead, he turned and went over to the car. Conor could not hide the cocky little smile on his face. Whether his husband liked it or not, there was no avoiding this. Not when they had finally found their mate. While Nevara got the key and opened the door for them, Conor looked back and forth between the two of them. Nevera turned back toward the the car just in time to see Anders holding not only his bags and Conor's, but Nevara's as well. His massive hands held them like they were nothing, their food held loosely on the end of a finger. Conor, for some reason, seemed to find this hilarious. He moved over to his husband and liberated the food from his grip, which only earned him a small from Anders. He walked past them both, squeezing through the doorway with all the bags. "I'll take them up to the bedroom. Go eat. Maybe that will get Conor to keep his mouth closed." Conor only managed another small laugh, reaching out to take Nevara's hand. Nevara would be too shy and Anders would not admit to anything until he was forced. So, that left Conor to get this moving. The castle itself was well-maintained given that they often rented the space and hired staff to keep it clean, but Conor always felt it was a little quiet, a little dead. Not being here for months, sometimes over a year, made it feel like someone else's home, despite it being his for centuries now. As he led Nevara down the side hallway that led to the dining room, they passed a few different rooms that he hardly remembered the purpose of, until he ducked into the kitchen to get them plates. From there, it was on to the dining hall, which stretched high enough that you could fit most of a house inside and featured a long table that could likely fit a hundred people. He went right to the head of it and set out the three plates, before unceremoniously dropped the plastic bag. It was always a little strange to have different eras of his life cross over like this. "Eat up. I'm sure you're starving after not eating for the whole flight." Conor smiled sweetly as he pulled the takeout containers from the bag and slid one to her.

 

[Bunny]

A nudge to her chin had her smiling at Conor. That shy little smile that she seemed to have more often than not around them. Conor had this way of putting her at ease, it was what had her calling him Daddy when he’d added that tone of voice. Flirty and comforting. Like the way he seemed to relax as she leaned into him for a moment, taking solace in his warmth and presence. “Technically the whole trip was a work trip for me.” Nevara pointed out. “I mean, sure.. I would have some off time, but a lot of it was going to be assisting Anders and you with meetings and the like while we were here.” Snorting softly, the sound nasally through her nose as she leaned up on her toes. “You are a trouble maker, aren't you.. Daddy?” The title was soft and teasing before she made her way to the door. Brows lifted with the burden Anders was taking on and she moved to help, Conor beating her there, rescuing the food from one long finger. Nevara felt a small flicker of desire as she looked at Anders and a curiosity about how his hands would feel on her or in her. Shaking her head she nodded. “Thank you,” Nevara called after him and she watched him push through the door. Strong back and long legs working as he made his way up the stairs. Her eyes trailed his ass as Conor laughed and snagged her hand. Blushing, she knew without a doubt he’d caught her staring at Anders’ ass. Drawn through the castle, he gave her enough time to close the doors before she was tugged along. They passed rooms, fine art and expensive decorations. Nevara would have a chance to look at it all in the morning, she promised herself. Food couldn’t really wait and her stomach agreed with a hungry little growl. Plates were snagged and when she tried to take them from him, he danced out of her reach before pulling her along again. Finding themselves in a huge dining room. Gaping, she looked around. It was beautiful. Ornate. At the head of the table, she moved to sit at one of the settings he laid out. Not at the head, but to the right of it. Curling on the chair like it might break, she helped Conor open the containers of food, the rich smells of Italian food greeting her. Toeing off her shoes, Nevara curled on her legs serving herself a small portion of food. Hungry, but she also wanted them to be able to have some if they wanted. A piece of bread was also snagged and set on the edge of her plate before she opened the small container of oil and herbs. “Conor?” She was toying with her pasta, after a moment she shook her head. She didn’t want to ruin anything. This was a one time thing, she told herself firmly. When they were back in the states, she’d just be their secretary again. “Happy to be home?” It was clearly not the question she’d wanted to ask, but it was what she went with all the same.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Even Anders scoffed at the idea this was going to be a work trip. They had planned this as a vacation and Nevara was there for manage small things. There would be small meetings, emails to be sent, but nothing that would make this a work trip. And, he seemed to agree with the sentiment that Conor was a trouble maker. Conor knew very well that Anders actually enjoyed helping people, at least when he felt they deserved it. And he also would have appreciated the way she watched him walk up the stairs. Had he not already been holding her hand, he might have grabbed her own to let her know how it felt. Walking through the castle, it was a nice reminder of how long he had spent here. But, Nevara was a guest. So, he had danced out of her reach when she tried to take the plates and guided her to the dining room. Conor could see the way she looked around, took in the castle. Personally, he had no interest the decoration, but it had been a choice made for him and a lot of people seemed to like it. However, all of that was fairly irrelevant when she opened up the containers and the smell of food hit him. He had also not eaten for something like eight hours, maybe more? So, he was piling pasta on his plate before she even called his name. He lifted his head and seemed to be waiting, but when he heard the replacement question, he lifted an eyebrow. "I don't really consider this home anymore. Anders and I have lived in the US for a long time now. It is nice to be back, though." His smile was a little half-hearted, given that he was curious what she wanted to ask. Luckily for both of them, Anders walked into the room. He had decided to change it seemed. Now, he was wearing a pair of thin pajama pants and a tight thermal that showed off his size. His hair was pulled out of its braids, hanging long and loose down his back. Most striking, though, was the pair of black rimmed glasses sitting on his nose. He had the laptop tucked under his arms, placing it on the tabletop as he sat down across from Nevara. He reached into the bag and pulled another container out, opening it to reveal chicken parm. Conor smiled at his husband and decided it was time to cause issues. "Nevara was staring at your ass when you walked away and now you have the cute glasses on? He really does like you." Conor flicked his eyes over to Nevara. Anders gave him a withering look, shoveling his food from the styrofoam to his plate. Then, he turned to Nevara and it immediately became obvious he was tired of being teased by his husband. Tired of making this all a big game. "Conor is very interested in you. You can tell because he keeps taunting me. I think he wants to taunt me into fucking him in front of you. Seems like he enjoyed it last time." There was a sharp pause as Conor gave Anders an annoyed look. Then, Anders stared right at his husband. "Eat your dinner, Conor. I want to talk to Nevara before you get something into your head and bother her. Has he mentioned that he asked to bring you into our relationship multiple times? I said no because I felt like you were a good employee. So, to make it clear, I have nothing against. Find you attractive. I just don't want you to quit."

 

[Bunny]

Frowning some, she considered his words. Even if she didn’t live where she’d grown up, it still felt like home. Of course, Nevara had no idea how old they were and why they might feel different. “I suppose that makes sense,” she murmured, looking away from the clear question that his raised brows offered. He didn’t ask, and Anders saved her from him asking what had been on her mind. For a moment, she sat there stunned. This was a side of Anders she’d never seen fuck if he wasn’t more handsome like this. His long hair was free, waving around his shoulders like golden foam. Her muscled body on display.. But it was those glasses and his hair that really made her squirm in her seat, cheeks on fire as she busied herself with her food. Conor however seemed more than willing to cause mischief. Choking on her mouthful of pasta, Nevara glared at Conor. Yes, she had been.. He didn’t need to tell Anders though! A huff left her and it was a very childish act that followed. She stuck her tongue out at him. “Should call you Loki instead of daddy.” The words muttered as she looked back to her food. Food was being plated by Anders when his husband decided to meddle and her eye met Anders. The blue of her gaze was bright and her cheeks were rosy pink. “I.. was aware of that.” She said softly and for a moment anger flared. If they wanted to fight about this, she didn’t need to be here, stuck between them like a chew toy. Inhaling she didn’t say it though, knowing it wouldn’t be welcome as this whole fucking thing was like balancing plates. One wrong move and it would all come tumbling down. Lips parted and Nevara shook her head as Anders dropped a bombshell. Bringing her into their relationship was more than a casual fling in her mind and the idea rocked her world in more than one way. That they’d discussed it. That they wanted her like that. Her lips rolled together as she watched him for a long moment. “I..” Exhaling she shook her head. “I don’t know what to say.” And it was true. ‘I’m flattered?’ “Lets fuck about it?’.. Taking a minite to compose her thoughts she finally said.. “I am not sure what that would entail, but my concern would be my job as well.” More so now than before. She thought bitterly before shoving it aside. “I can’t really afford to lose my job and I don’t want things to be.. Weird now.” She looked from man to man and smiled some. “You are both gorgeous and I really enjoyed the plane.. But if it needs to end there, I understand.” Because the real problem was she didn’t want to be a fling. Fucking on this vacation, fine. But when they returned to New York it had to end. Asking them to bring her into their marriage seemed like an overstep. “If it is the vacation, I am down. Past that though.. Unless..” She trailed off and shook her head. “I couldn’t do it and keep working for you. Forcing my way into your marriage also feels wrong.” All of her thoughts on the table. Cheeks burning she didn’t look away. She might be young, but she wasn’t going to shy away from this. She was an adult. “I don’t expect it to be beyond this.. I guess is what I mean to say.”

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor was amused by her reply right up to the point that Anders interrupted them. No, Anders had that strange habit of becoming a fucking statue when he was actually serious about something. Conor understood what the confrontation meant. That he wanted to actually consider this. Maybe he did not want to admit that she was her mate, but he also wanted to repeat qhat happened on the plane. They had invited women in before, though it had always been on the clear terms of being temporary. So, he decided that, despite being Loki, he was going to shut his mouth. Anders began cutting his chicken while he listened to Nevara's reply, looking up occasionally with a very dry expression. It was a lot more respect than most people got from him. The more she spoke, the more intense he got, nodding along with her words. He appreciated that she at least had the ability to think with more than her metaphorical dick, unlike Conor. This was why she was their assistant, why he had forgiven small things and actually liked the young woman. He was taking his first few bites of his chicken, then paused to pull salt and parmesan cheese packets out of the bag. It seemed like this was a business meeting for him in some ways. "Well, I can promise you that we would not make things weird. Not to be demeaning, but we have done this plenty of times before. The difference is that Conor thinks you could be something more. Again, not to offend, but I don't want to agree with him so easily." Anders paused to take another bite of his food, finding it more enjoyable if the next few bites were any indication. "I want to propose something. For this vacation, I'd like to make this a trial run. See how things are. What that means is up to you. Do you want to just have sex? Or would you like to try more? Conor obviously is interested." Anders paused again and seemed to consider something. Then, he nodded again. "If it makes this all more palatable, we consider ourselves polyamorous." Anders did not feel the need to explain that they were dragons and that being polyamorous was written into their souls. Maybe he was being a little too business-like, but the fact was that Conor had a point. He had felt the connection open between them and it had not been his own power. Not to mention how good things had been on the plane. He was stubborn, but not stupid. Nevara was something to them, even if mate felt like a leap. She was human, after all. "And, if you decide that this is not for you, then we end things. Even if Conor were the type to throw a fit over being dumped, I would never let it affect your job. But, if you want to try this, you are welcome in our bed. I enjoyed the plane ride and I enjoy seeing you with Conor. You compliment his stupidity better than I can." Anders gave her a twitch of a smile at the end, before continuing to eat his dinner. Conor, meanwhile, had been looking between them, shoveling carbonara into his mouth while he tried to not think about how fucking awkward his husband could be sometimes.

 

[Bunny]

A brow lifted and though she sat on her knees in the chair , her posture straightened some. It wasn’t demeaning and was in a way. “Oh, did you proposition your previous assistant too?” There was no anger in her voice, but a slight point she was making. They honestly didn’t strike her as the types to shit where they ate, so to speak. So while they had added another to their marriage from time to time, she doubted that they were so deeply entwined in their lives as she was. When Anders mentioned Conor thought she might be more, her eyes flicked to him for a moment before her full attention turned back to Anders as he methodically cut into his chicken parm. She allowed him to speak, lay out his plan and she waited for him to finish before she spoke. A full minute passed before she decided he was done, his attention on his food, her own mostly uneaten before her. “Anders.” She waited till he stopped eating to look at her, refusing to speak until she had his attention. “We are not at a board meeting or.. A meeting of any kind.” Her voice was soft, still no anger lingered. “You told me how he feels and while not what he assumes, that there is something more.” She held a hand up, forestalling any response for a moment. “I am not asking for either of you to explain. But I want to hear something in particular from you. Not Conor.” “You enjoyed the plane. That is great, but if this is a trial, you need to drop this.” She gestured at him. “Wall. Because otherwise, if you are polyamorous, I can just fuck Conor and need not involve you.” This was a bait, one where she poked at him with deliberate intent. Anger, frustration or lust. She’d accept any. But she wanted to know that he wanted her. Not just enjoyed fucking her throat. Not foolish enough to think he’d suddenly be like Conor.. Nevara needed more from him than a bland invitation to his bed. Impersonal, like this was little less than a business transaction. Leaning forward, pushing her plate out of her way, she laid her chin on her arms as she looked at him across the table. “Ask me Anders, to join you and Conor in your bed. Not like we are negotiating a contract. But like you want to fuck me.”

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor almost flinched when she asked if they had done this with their last secretary. Anders was hard to predict when it came to people confronting him. Sometimes, he took offense. He almost never used his powers on human, but he was more than capable of breaking someone down with just his words. Given how inconsistent Anders had been since they landed, he was worried that his husband might just snap at her for it. So, he was relieved to see the little smirk of amusement. Anders, for his part, did try to relax when she said they were not in a meeting. She had a point, more or less. The problem was that he had not put on this persona intentionally. It was just him. Granted, he saw her point. Maybe he was lacking in passion when he explained themselves. Of course, as she poked him more and more, the facade was crumbling. He was certainly feeling something, even if it was not showing on his face. Surprisingly, it was Conor who chimed in first. "Just for the record, Nevara. He isn't putting up a wall just for you. This is how he thinks normal people interact." Conor smiled at his husband, who responded with a scowl that could curdle milk, though the glasses certain hurt the effect. Anders let the annoyance drop from his face when he looked back to Nevara. If she wanted this, they could do this. He took a long time to reply, finishing his chicken and pasta before he finally wiped his mouth with a napkin. Then, he stood. "Is that what you want? You and Conor are going to drive me insane with this. I don't really see a need to make some big declaration about what I want. If I don't want to do something, I don't do it. But, if that's what you need, fine." Anders walked around the table, long legs making it only take a few steps. "Face forward, Nevara." Behind her, Anders was so tall he cast a shadow across the table. But, once she looked forward again, he leaned down and put one hand just below her throat, wide palm covering most of the space between her chin and her breasts. The other moved to her chin, tilting it upward as he moved his mouth next to her ear. His voice was like thunder, rumbling through her. "I want to fuck you." Anders stood still, letting it sink in for a moment before he continued. "I don't put my hands on women I'm not attracted to. Like I said, I only held back because I didn't want you to quit. I want to find out how you taste, how you feel around. I enjoyed watching you fuck my husband and I enjoyed listening to you cum with me in your throat. And, before this vacation is over, you are going to know how every inch of me feels and tastes." All at once, his hands left her body and he straightened to his full height. He looked between the two of them, evaluating what his words had done. Then, he stepped away and walked to the space behind Conor, leaning past his husband to grab his own plate and laptop, pressing a kiss to the column of the other man's throat, which made Conor groan. Then, Anders was a long step away, completely out of their grasp. "Both of you should finish eating first. I won't listen to complaints later. I'll be in the bedroom." Anders managed a little smile before he walked into the kitchen and presumably out through another door. Conor watched him as he left, swallowing audibly before he turned to Nevara. "Well, now I want to rush through my meal. But, he'll throw a fit, so eat." There was a little flush to his cheeks. Clearly, he was not immune to Anders.

 

[Bunny]

It had been almost a year with them and while she saw Conor flinch out of the corner of her eye, she kept her gaze on Anders. While she didn’t know him like his husband did, Nevara was almost positive that he’d not get pissed at her. He might even respect her for it. Only when Conor chimed in did she look at him, a slight nod was offered, but otherwise she didn’t answer him. The smile on his face as he looked at his husband made Nevara bite the inside of her cheek. Conor had that effect on her. He made her feel at ease and she wanted to smile with him. This was serious though and the look Anders leveled at Conor was not surprising. Anders didn’t like to be needled, she’d found. Is this what you want? Nevara nodded and lifted her chin. “Yes.” In truth, she didn’t think that he was so cold. It was more than what they’d shared on the plane. Little things told her he cared on some level but she wanted to hear him say it. That he wanted her. A brow lifted when he told her if he didn’t want to do something then he didn’t. Still, she waited. Facing forward as he told her to, she lifted back up from the table. Back straight as she looked ahead. His hand slid along her chest, his fingers splayed wide. The other caught her chin, the dig of his fingers making her heart race. It was the feel of his lips against her ear that made her tremble, her lashes lowering a fraction. Lips parted she felt goosebumps rise on her arms as he continued. By the time he pulled back from her, Nevara knew she was wet again, from nothing more than a touch and the rumble of his voice in her ear. Just as suddenly he was gone and she trembled, a small little breathy gasp leaving her. Watching him press a kiss on Conor’s neck and the way that his husband reacted made her squirm. “Such a good boy, Anders. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Oh she knew exactly how those words would affect him and the look he gave her had her smiling slowly at him. It told him she knew and watching him leave she looked at Conor and let out a hoarse laugh. “Fucking hell.” The order had been given but Nevara was unsure if her hand wouldn't shake when she tried to feed herself. “I really do love the way you two react to one another.” Lifting her fork mouth she realized there was no pasta on it and she swore. When Conor reminded that she had to eat she picked a piece of bread apart and threw it at him. “I know, just.. Damn..” The meal was eaten as quickly as they both could manage without being sick. Nevara was even a good enough girl under Conor’s supervision and a deep desire to please Anders that she ate until she was starting to feel full. Once done, she made Conor take her back to the kitchen and they shared a glass of water before finally she was ready to face the beast she’d poked. Hand in Conor’s she ran her thumb along his palm, the feeling natural. Being with him felt just so fucking right..

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

In that moment where she chose to prod him, despite getting exactly what she wanted, Anders made a decision. He decided he wanted to see how easily she came apart when he got his hands on her. The plane had shown what was underneath and he could practically feel the filthy images floating in her thoughts. So, while he kissed Conor's neck, he looked at Nevara, planning. And, of course, he could tell how much she was shaken underneath. How much she liked what he did. Conor had the benefit of knowing how to keep Anders out. At least, when Anders did not really want to get in. Luckily, his husband did not force his power on others unless he thought there was a good reason. Still, he knew his breathing was just a touch faster, his body waiting for even the slightest stimulation to make his hard and ready. Conor, at least, managed to tell himself to start eating. Fucking hell, indeed. "Don't let him fool you. Anders feels more than most. He just... has so much control. And you are poking holes in it... Love, you don't have anything on your fork. You need to eat or he really will tell you no." Conor was strangely excited to be in the middle of this. Granted, he was very used to being in the middle of Anders and someone else. Tonight, he had a feeling that spot would be for Nevara, though. The stop to get a drink had been one of the hardest things Conor had done. So, when they walked, he felt the need to say something. "My husband is very patient, but he tends to go overboard when he finally lets himself have something. So, I hope your ready for that." Even as they approached the door to the bedroom, a little knock came to his mental doors. Distract her when you walk in. Conor was absolutely not going to ignore that. So, he pulled Nevara a little closer as he pulled at the door, leaning in to nip her ear. And, he barely managed to get his teeth away from her skin before she was scooped through the doorway. Anders gripped her ass with his massive hands, lifting her off her feet and pressing her close. He had since removed the shirt from before, though the glasses and pajama bottoms remained. For a moment, it seemed like he was planning to pin her to the wall, but what met her back was the warmth of Conor's body. It appeared Conor had been right about who would be in the middle. Unlike his husband, Anders was still not so sure about how Nevara felt. Most importantly, he felt like kissing her would be an assumption on his part. So, he leaned his head and wrapped his mouth around the side of her throat, groaning at the taste of her skin, teeth grazing her skin. Meanwhile, behind her, Conor wasted no time slipping his hands under the sides of her shirt, letting his palms rest over her ribs. Anders pulled away with a soft pop as he released the suction on her neck. "Are you ready to accept the consequences? You pushed for more, now you get everything." The words growled out of him, rumbling into her where their bodies met.

 

[Bunny]

Blushing as he told her that Anders felt deeply. She felt her face soften as she managed to finally get food into her mouth. Chewing slowly she swallowed, using that small break to gather herself once more. "I never thought he was a robot, Conor." Her voice soft and she toyed with her fork. "but you have flirted with me since day one almost. So being with you almost feels natural. Anders though.." thinking back, Nevara dipped her bread in the oil. "He shows he cares in his own way. But if this is a trial for.. being part of your marriage, I wanted him to drop that cautious nature. I needed to know." Which felt fair for her. She wasn't asking more than she thought he could give her. Water had been her idea, needed after the long flight and already thorough fucking on the plane. With what awaited, them upstairs? She needed to hydrate and at her gentle urging she was able to get Conor to drink as well. Choking on her water she lifted a brow and thumped her chest. "Christ Conor, I already needled him enough, why bring that up?" Nevara's voice was breathy and it wasn't from fear but anticipation. Pulled closer to his body, Nevara made a throaty little purr, teeth scraping her ear before she was suddenly pulled into strong arms. Anders fingers dug into her flesh and her arms went around his shoulders. Their bodies were moving, though all Nevara could think about was his mouth on her neck as her back was pressed to Conor. Fingers slid under her top, Conor's touch joining his husband. Fingers threaded into his hair, tipping his face toward her own. Nevara didn't have the same worries that Anders had. Her lips brushed his as her legs wrapped around his waist. Pressing her core against him, a needy little moans slipping from her as he asked if she was ready for the consequences of her actions. "Yes." Her nose brushed his, lips whispering against his own. The troubles that occured almost twenty four hours ago forgotten. There was Anders and Conor. Nothing else. No one else. The thoughts of how she was doing exactly what she'd been accused of so far from her mind. "Show me Anders." Using Conor for additional support, Nevara rocked her hips against Anders.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor had thought it was just a fair warning. After all, he knew Anders well. Had been on the receiving end of his passion. He also knew that his husband constantly experienced the surface level thoughts and feelings of everyone around him. So, he had gotten good at keeping his own feelings even deeper. So, when she choked on her water, he smiled. "I just wanted you to know that you need to prepare yourself. If he really shows you what you want, the plane ride will be your new normal." Conor still felt like he was the only one who really thought Nevara was going to be exactly that. Their new normal. A core part of their lives. Anders was attacking her like an animal, teeth and tongue and hands. Whatever imaginary boundaries he had set in his head were gone immediately, her mouth finding his as soon as he was away from her neck. He groaned into her mouth, obviously glad that she had done it, teeth pulling on her lip even as she answered yes. He could feel how hot she was even through her jeans, could feel Conor's hands moving up her body as they brushed against him. Her clothing suddenly felt... offensive. The way she was grinding against him seemed to say she felt the same way. She wanted to be shown. So, he moved her back just enough that Conor could get the shirt over her chest, tugging until her arms lifted, the two men easily supporting her as it was wriggled off. The jeans were a bit more of an issue. Conor pressed his mouth to the back of her neck while Anders claimed her mouth, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. It was his first real taste of her and her rear brushed against the sudden bulge growing in his pajama bottoms. Conor was working on her zipper while they kissed, thumbs hooking at the waist to start to move them down. Nevara had a plump enough ass compared to her tiny body that getting them down was hard enough without her legs around his husband. "A little help, love." Was all Conor's breathy voice managed before he was biting her shoulder hard enough to leave a ring of teeth marks. Anders moved one hand from her ass to her lower back, tilting her toward Conor, who put an arm around her waist. Each one gripped her jeans on one side, working them over her ass. The jeans were tight enough that her panties came with them, and she was almost fully leaning into Conor when Anders finally pulled them off, only to greedily pull her back, in, her naked body pressed against his chest, her hot little slit against his abdomen. His hands once again gripped her ass, keeping her pinned close. Conor reached around her to grab Anders' own pants, pushing them down and freeing his aching length. Only now was he starting to understand how badly Anders needed this. He knew what Nevara was to them, but he could never admit it. His body had likely been begging for her since they started on the plane. Hell, he could have fucked Nevara again immediately. So, he took a little pity. "Both of you relax. I've got you." Conor's voice was purring in her ear as Anders kissed her again, teeth nipping her bottom lip as he growled like an animal. Below her, Conor wrapped his hand around Anders' cock, stroking it a few times to make sure he was completely ready. Which was unnecessary considering how hot it felt, how hard. Anders seemed to get the hint and lowered Nevara a few inches until Conor could brush the head of his husband's cock against her. Anders sucked in a breath, bucking a little, but not slipping inside. No, Conor took his time, making sure they were perfectly lined up, Anders' head spreading her petals open and covering him in her honey. Then, Conor wrapped an arm around Anders, gripping his ass tight, and pushed his body forward. His weight brought the other two closer together, pushed Nevara forward so that Anders began to plunge inside, pulling Anders closer so that he met her in the middle. While he sank further into Nevara, Conor's hand slid down Anders' length, fingers wrapped around his base as he bottomed out into their little human. All at once, he pushed his two mates into each other, the groan of pleasure from Anders enough to almost shake the floor.

 

[Bunny]

It had been a fair warning, one that Nevara was finding out first hand. Teeth and tongue played along her neck, sending little electric shocks through her body. Kissing him though broke something and rebuilt inside her. That groan undoing her. Anders wasn’t that cool and collected man that had sat across the table talking about her joining them like they had been negotiating a merger. This. This had been all she wanted from him. Trapped between them, Nevara’s body felt hot. Too many clothes.. And as if Conor understood her top was lifted up and with some little wiggles it fell to the floor. The second the shirt was off, Anders claimed her mouth and she moaned into the kiss as his tongue swept into her mouth. Nevara kissed him like a drowning woman. Her hair was swept to the side and she felt Conor’s mouth along the back of her neck, one hand leaving Anders’ neck, nails trailing along Conor’s arm. His hands slid lower on her body and she could feel the zipper as it parted, though she couldn’t hear anything other than her own breath and little moans as they collided with Anders' growling and groans. Tugged, she felt her pants move, but she was wrapped around Anders like a spider monkey and she knew there was no way he was getting them off her. Nevara though was loath to move as she ground against Anders like a kitten in heat. Husky, Conor asked Anders for help and then his teeth sank into her shoulder. Crying into Anders' mouth, back arching as the pain collided into the warmth of her pleasure. Strong hands moved her, so her feet never touched the ground as her pants and panties were removed from her body. Nevara wiggled when needed, to help, but her mouth never left Anders'. Pulled back tightly to his body, she moaned. Still she ground against him. Nevara knew she needed him inside her and the bond was wide open. The ache between her thighs was almost painful and she knew Anders would be the solution. Hands moved to Anders' pants and soon the pair found themselves naked. Conor told them to relax. Ha had them. Something about his voice was soothing in the storm of her need. “Please.” Was all she managed. It was torture to not just her, but likely Anders as well as Conor solely lined his husband up with her aching pussy. Lips parted and her head fell back against Conor’s as the tip of Anders spread her petals. The moan that left her was pure sin and when his body pressed them together she felt Anders slid into her in one sure motion. That sweet cry could have been heard in space. Pinned between them, her arms around Anders neck once more. Her lips brushed Conor’s hair before her attention turned back to Anders. Conor would never be forgotten, but in this moment, she needed Anders in an almost primal way. Flexing her legs, she pulled Anders closer, feeling his cock shift in her. “Fuck.” The word was a hoarse whisper. “Please.. Please..”

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

Conor did not mind being the one helping. No, quite the opposite. Despite the other two being naked, despite the sounds they were making, he was thoroughly enjoying his position in all of this. Even if Nevara had not been their mate, and he was more sure by the second, giving Anders a good time was satisfying in a way. He loved hearing those rumbling groans, loved seeing how Anders throbbed between his fingers as he squeezed the base of his cock. Still, Nevara wanted to make sure he knew she never forgot him. And that was making just helping more difficult. "Anders, take care of her. I need to get something from our bags." Conor planted another kiss on the side of Nevara's throat, slowly pulling away until he knew Anders had all of her weight. Anders, for his part, heard those pleading words and knew what to do. It was his favorite role to fill. He loved being the one truly in charge. They could make games of it, share, but it always ended the same. Anders satisfied and his partners exhausted, pleased beyond words. So, begging had a very clear effect on him. "Careful what you ask for, Nevara." Anders gripped her ass harder, every inch of it squeezed, fingetips nestled between her cheeks and spreading her as he pulled her as close as she could get. He was massive, even compared to his very large husband. Just like the rest of him, his cock was big enough to almost deny logic. It had been hidden between them, but now he looked down at how he spread Nevara open, how obscene it looked. One had to be curious how so much of it was even inside, despite two full inches not fitting yet. He grinded against her, tried to fit them in, shifting her position ever so slightly to try to make room. But, there was just no way. Not without lifting her knees to her chest and slamming into her from above. "How are you even fitting me inside? You're crushing me." The growl of pleasure in the words told her exactly how he felt about that. But, they had barely even started. No, holding her like this gave him full control of everything. All Nevara would be able to do was pull him in harder, and he suspected she might do just that. He let her lean back a little, make a bit more room even though her arms and legs were locked around him. Then, instead of moving his hips, he moved Nevara. Lifted her off his cock until he had slid inches and inches out. And when he brought her back down, he thrust into her, letting them meet in the middle. And it hurt. Hurt to feel her squeeze him, to plunge so deep inside and suddenly stop. It hurt, but it was a heady kind of pain so soaked in pleasure that his cock could only eagerly swell, beg for more. Anders began to fuck Nevara like she was his toy, lifting and holding and slamming into her as he saw fit, growls of pleasure rumbling out through the room. What happened next was pure instinct. A habit from his time with Conor. He reached out to her with his powers, gently nudged her mental boundaries and, with her knowing nothing of his abilities, there was no reply, no resistance. So, he shared what he felt and saw. Let Nevara see how he saw her, small and beautiful and wrapped around his cock like a vice. And that only spurred him further. Had him slamming into her harder, unable to care if it was too much. That was when Conor came back, pressing against Nevara's back and gripping Anders tight, keeping him deep inside, now only an inch of cock left to squeeze as she adjusted. He purred against Nevara's ear, but he was speaking to Anders. "Calm down, love. You are going to break her. And we haven't even started. Tell me..." This time, he brushed his nose against Nevara's ear, making it clear this was for her. "Do you think you could fit us both inside? I would love to be inside your ass. I'll get you ready."

 

[Bunny]

Lips pressed to her throat as she pleaded with Anders, his answer a pleased look on his face as his hand gripped her ass tighter. With them, she felt small; Anders' hands spanned her ass with ease, fingers digging in between. Speaking to her some as he pulled her closer, his gravely voice warning her to be careful what she asked for. Around him she throbbed in response. Conor had been big and before Anders she might have said huge, but Nevara was forced to revisit her terminology as more of his cock filled her. Ground against him, she whimpered, knowing that there was no way he was bottoming out in her, if he even could. “Holy fucking hell..” Her words were breathy as he let her body fall back some. It allowed more of his cock to push into her and she moaned. When he began to use her like a toy, her mind broke a little. Lifted and pulled down on his shaft. The pull back had her whimpering and when he thrust her back down, her cry was so loud that it rang in her ears. Paint and pleasure collided into sweet agony. There was nothing but pleasure emanating from Nevara as he fucked her.. Used her. Some might have found it demeaning, Nevara? She found it fucking hit. The pleasure she felt suddenly shifted and along with hers was another. Her mind wasn’t processing it, what she was seeing.. Feeling. How tight she felt around him, how right. It was almost like an out of body experience as Anders fucked her. Looking into his eyes. A fun house mirror as the image seemed to repeat in her mind. Harder and harder he fucked her and all she could do was come along for the ride. Held in his arm, legs still wrapped around his waist. Nails bit into his back as Conor pressed against her back, the vision snapping. Leaning back against Conor she could already feel how she throbbed around Anders. Still though didn’t do it for her and she ground against him, a kitten in heat once more. Her hips rolling to bring little shocks of pleasure. That motion though died as Conor’s nose brushed the shell of her ear and he asked if she could fit them both. If she’d been tight before, Anders knew even without powers, how Nevara felt about that and her voice trembled as she laughed, a high, more than a little giddy sound. “Even if it kills me.” So full of cock already, Nevara was unsure if she could physically fit him, that little part of her mind whispering that there was no fucking way. The other was begging her to be split in two and fucked until she didn’t know her own name.

 

[Lady Jace Beleren]

There were plenty of people who had reacted to Anders' size like this. The gasping words as he tried to fit every inch inside. The pleasure and pain mixing on their expression. There were two big differences. For one, Nevara was half the size of anyone else who he had fucked this hard. He would have been terrified of hurting her normally. He could not help himself with Nevara. He wanted her, and she had pushed his buttons enough to shake his self-control. The other thing was that he felt her thoughts so much stronger than others. He could feel how badly she wanted him, how much she wanted more. The only thing that could make him slow down was Conor moving to press close behind her. He was almost feral, eyes wild as he watched his husband. "She is loving it. Aren't you, Nevara?" Even as Conor nipped at her ear, Anders leaned to the side to give her a matching bite to the one his mate left. He growled against her skin as she grinded on him, hands squeezing as he helped her, forcing her to grind harder. Of course, when she clenched around him, he bucked in return. He liked her answer. Conor, behind her chuckled against her ear. There was the sound of clothing hitting the floor as he stripped himself, her back pressed to his bare chest now. A moment later, more clothes and his cock was pressed against her lower back, hot against already hot skin. "It will kill you if I don't take my time. I know how it feels to be stretched out by that big... hard... cock." Conor drew out each word, a responding throb inside of her letting her know how Anders felt about the words. "He doesn't get off on knowing it's big. He likes hearing how it makes you feel." Conor was supporting her weight now and Anders seemed to be struggling with control at this point. Every few seconds, his hands flexed on her ass and he rocked against her. Meanwhile, Conor had drifted a hand down between her cheeks, finger tips stroking over the little entrance. The other had been missing for a while and the little click of a bottle opening explained why. His fingers retreated for a second, then returned, slightly colder and covered in slick lube. This time, they teased a little more, pressed against her before almost slipping inside. They pulled away again, then came back, slicker. "Get ready..." That was the last warning before a single finger pressed against her asshole, so wet from his teasing that it slipped in with surprisingly little resistance. Anders bucked again, feeling the pressure from the other side of her walls. "Have you played back here on your own? Your cute little ass seems eager." The bottle dropped on to the floor without warning, his finger pumping back and forth, making sure her insides were slick. However, there was another sound behind her. The slippery back and forth of a hand stroking a cock, Conor breathing a little faster against her ear. While he prepared himself, a second finger nudged against her, stroking slowly before pressing against her ass. The second finger took more effort, but slipped inside and that broke Anders. He started to move again, face pressed into her neck, and a desperate groan escaped him. "She can't stop squeezing. Just fuck her Conor." It was clear the real problem was his own control, his thrusts slow and shallow. Behind Nevara, those fingers slowly slipped out and were replaced by a painfully swollen cock, head begging to push into her. However, he controlled himself, pressing close, letting her feel how easily he could push into her. He throbbed against her and Anders did the same inside. They seemed to enjoy sharing. "Just tell me if you're ready, Nevara. Though, Anders seems to be losing his mind." Anothe nip to her ear.