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Chetney had said he needed to “commune with his craft,” and was spending the night outside. FCG was powered down in the other room with Fearne, Imogen, and Laudna.
So, naturally, Dorian was sat sandwiched between Orym and Ashton on the bed, Oryms hands cupping his pecs from behind, and Ashton already two fingers deep inside him. The halfling pressed gentle kisses along his shoulder and up his neck, fingers playing with his nipples in a way that made him arch his back. And Ashton knew exactly how to barely brush his prostate while stretching him open, pulling the sweetest whimpers from his lips. A grin rested on Ashton’s face the whole while. Finally, they added a third finger, then a fourth, pouring even more silky lube over their fingers. Gods know that Dorian would need the preparation. But in the meantime he was left gasping and softly moaning, Ashton still teasing him with the featherlight touches to that spot deep within.
Finally- finally- there was some sort of signal between Orym and Ashton that Dorian couldn’t catch, and the position changed slightly. Orym moved out from behind him, laying him down and resting his head on his lap, gently petting his hair. Ashton pulled out their fingers, slotting themself between Dorian’s legs and hoisting his ankles up onto their shoulders. Dorian was practically quaking with excitement.
“You ready, princess?” Ashton asked, pressing the thick head of their cock against Dorian’s hole. Dorian nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes-“ he managed, “yes.” Ashton smirked as they slowly, carefully pushed in, Dorian biting his lip at the intrusion. Ashton was so big and so thick, the first time Dorian had seen it he deadpanned and told him there was no chance. And yet, after some good preparation, Ashton was easily balls deep.
So indeed, here they were, balls deep in a quivering Dorian, being soothed by Orym who was slowly stroking his own cock as well. At first Dorian thought Ashton was just letting him adjust, but then he felt the earth genasi wiggle a bit and settle, and Dorian whined.
“Ashtonn…”
“What, princess?” Ashton asked, feigning ignorance, “you got my cock inside you, now you want something more? Hm? Maybe if you beg for it I’ll consider it.”
“Ah-Ashton-“ Dorian began but was silenced by a quick slap on the ass, making him yelp.
“Let’s go with a different name.” Orym chimed in. Dorian’s face lit up with a dark blue hue.
“M..Masters.. masters, please, I-“ his breath hitched as Ashton slightly adjusted their hips, “I need it- I need you to fuck me, please. Fuck me till I can’t walk, please, please- fuck me till I’ve screamed myself hoarse. Please, just- fuck- break me, please!”
Ashton and Orym seemed to have another conversation with their eyes because Ashton had a new twinkle in them while he leaned forward.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Ashton licked their teeth before gripping onto Dorian’s hips, beginning to move, pulling out oh so slowly, then pushing back in. The two of them groaned at the sweet drag of it.
“Fuck,” Ashton muttered, hips steadily pumping faster and faster, “so tight for me, princess.”
Dorian was in heaven, watching as Ashton leaned over him, sparks beginning to spring and pop from the geode in their skull as he set a truly ruthless pace, pounding into Dorian. They grunted and growled, harmonious with Dorian’s breathy whimpers and moans. One hand gripped the sheets and the other Orym’s thigh- Dorian knew better than to try and touch himself in front of his masters. He vaguely registered Orym moving away, but his mind was too occupied with the massive cock slamming into and dragging against his prostate. Ashton was like a machine, railing him with inhuman stamina and force, accentuated by the magic pumping through his veins. Dorian couldn’t remember exactly when it was he lost feeling in his legs, all he knew was that his cock was aching and he was getting oh-so-close.
“Cl- cl- cl- ose- fuck! Clooose! Close!” He gasped, and right away Orym’s hand was there, gripping the base.
“Not yet, Dorian,” he smiled, watching Dorian sob once before Ashton’s shadow once again engulfed him and he was bent in half by the barbarian. Ashton purposefully drove their cock into his prostate as the earth genasi reached their own climax, multicolored lights flashing and sparking as their eyes shut tight and they pumped their release deep inside Dorian.
Ashton cursed under his breath, staying pressed firmly against Dorian’s g-spot as suddenly Orym climbed onto the air genasi’s lap, moving his hand only to sink down onto the blue cock. Dorian cried out, eyes rolling back as Ashton rocked their hips a few more times, giving Dorian an earth-crushing orgasm that wracked his body. Orym rode him through it, not stopping even as Ashton pulled out slowly.
“Ah- ah- ah- Orymm-“ Dorian whimpered, earning another slap on the ass from Ashton that made him jolt.
“Just cause they finished doesn’t mean I’m about to go easy on you,” Orym stated, watching Dorian’s back arch off the mattress as his hips continued to rock.
“M-master.. please, m-ercy,” Dorian gasped, but his pleas fell on deaf ears as Orym began lifting up and down. Dorian’s eyes twitched at the tightness moving around his oversensitive cock, jaw falling slack. Orym cursed softly at the sight, beginning to pick up the pace.
“Oh- oh go-ods- master-“ Dorian had thought Ashton’s stamina was scary, but Orym’s was on a whole other level, “i-it’s too- ngah!” Orym started bouncing up and down, braced on Dorian’s stomach, using the air genasi for his own pleasure. It was driving him crazy in the best way. Before he knew it, another orgasm was crashing into him.
“Masters!” Dorian cried out, twitching and writhing, but Orym didn’t stop. Orym was chasing his own orgasm, Dorian was just his toy to use for the moment.
“Aah- ah- wait, waiwaiwait- please- it’s too much, master, it’s too-!” Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks, his nerves feeling like they were on fire. Orym didn’t slow for even a second, and soon Ashton was by their sides again, sitting on the bed and leaning over Dorian.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve played with these nearly enough,” they stated, and Dorian’s eyes widened.
“Wai- ah, too- sensitive, you can’t- can’t,” Ashton’s thick fingers gently rubbed over the buds on his chest, even as Orym was still bouncing on his cock.
Dorian practically screamed, moaning and whining, Orym milking yet another orgasm out of him. Orym finally slowed to a stop, biting his lip as Dorian caught his breath. Meanwhile, Ashton was having fun watching Dorian twitch and jolt every time he pinched his nipples. Before Dorian had come down very far, though, Orym started up again. The noises were completely obscene, wet slapping and sloshing and squirting as Orym rode with his cum still inside and spilling out around his cock. Dorian moaned loud again, Ashton petting his head soothingly.
“Wai-pl-pl-ah- nhh.. ghn you don’t- I ne- w- ah- ahh-hah- ah-ple.. but- fuh.. nnah-“ Dorian’s attempts at forming words were unsuccessful, reduced to incoherent babbling.
“Why not one more, hm, princess?” Ashton said, still never stopping their teasing, “Orym still hasn’t even gotten there once. What a sensitive little slut.”
Dorian was completely lost, barely holding onto Ashton’s arm with the loosest grip in the world. His body was like mush, being fucked silly by the halfling with far, far too much stamina. Drool was leaking from the corner of his lips, and Ashton smirked at the sight before using both hands on his nipples again. Orym gripped his own member, jacking himself rapidly as he bounced even faster and harder. Dorian whined long and whimpered high, Orym just managing to wring one more orgasm out of the air genasi as he crashed into his own climax. The cum shot up onto tanned skin and blue skin alike, even getting a bit on green skin.
Finally, Orym slowed to a stop as he rode out the aftershocks, carefully pulling up off of a shivering Dorian.
“Gods, look at him…” Ashton commented, going back to gently petting Dorian’s head, “you really didn’t go easy on him. How many was that, like, four?”
Orym nodded, laying next to Dorian, catching his breath. Ashton smiled before getting up, heading to the bathroom, and returning with clean-up supplies to start the process. Dorian was out cold, but Orym gently touched his cheek and waited till his eyes fluttered open.
“Hey, big guy, you okay? Was it too much?” He asked softly, “I know you didn’t use the safe word or the signal or anything but I..”
Dorian stopped him by giving him a soft kiss.
“Orym, it was too much.. but good god did I fucking love it,” he responded, smiling lazily, “exactly what I needed, from both of you.” He looked over to Ashton who was throwing something away. They looked Dorian up and down sinfully.
“Annnny time.” They replied. Orym chuckled.
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting too carried away..”
“Orym, you know I love it when you get carried away,” Dorian smirked, “but I promise with my whole heart that I will always use the safe word if it’s truly a ‘bad’ too much. Okay, love?”
Orym smiled as Dorian pressed a kiss to a cheek, and laughed as Ashton came in to kiss the other side.
“Cheesy fuckers,” they commented. Suddenly Orym had his little iron grip on their arm and was yanking them into the bed.
“Get your ass down here,” he responded, the three of them laughing together as Ashton enveloped them.
Before they knew it, they were curled up together, fast asleep as the moons made their journey across the sky.
****
Orym sat innocently with his plate of breakfast as Fearne came over, sitting next to him. She leaned close, “I’m surprised Dorian can still walk today.” She whispered, and Orym choked on his food.
He coughed a bit and finally spoke, mostly to himself.
“…Our room is right next to yours.”