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Degenbrecher raised an eyebrow at the two figures which stood before her in the Rhodes Island corridor. She asked a question to which she already knew the answer, just to see what they would say. “What are you two doing here?”
“I want to consult with some of my former colleagues in the lab,” Gnosis said, pushing up his glasses primly.
“I’m here to check on Ensia and have a chat with the Doctor,” Enciodes smiled.
For two people who were very good actors, they were terrible liars. Or maybe she just knew them too well to believe anything other than the fact that those reasons were completely fabricated or extremely extemporaneous ones. “You can barely survive a few weeks without me, huh.”
“Nobody said anything about you,” Gnosis retorted, while Enciodes donned that wounded, kicked kitten look. “We just so happened to be heading this way as well. We might not have even crossed paths with the size of this place.”
“It was the will of Kjeragandr, surely,” Enciodes added, and when he started acting pious, that was a telltale sign he was playing his games—that was, lying his tail off.
“Uh-huh. Just say you’re missing me unbearably and be done with it.”
Enciodes only looked more wounded. “Degenbrecher, we would never dream of interrupting your vacation—”
“Yet here you are.”
“—but we only thought perhaps you might be lacking stimulation in a certain area.”
It took her a moment, but she caught his drift. There was really only one thing he could mean. “Bold of you. Did you actually do that while you were here?”
“I decline to answer.”
“We’re not doing it here,” said Gnosis. “I don’t recommend it.”
“Got scolded for being noisy, huh.”
They both looked embarrassed. Like two kids, they were.
Well, to be fair, the walls here were pretty thin. She wouldn’t want to have their brand of bed-breaking sex here either. Rhodes Island management didn’t need to know that, after all. But... it wasn’t like she was opposed. She wouldn’t say she was lacking, but she wasn’t going to turn it down, either, and not offered on a silver platter. “Where, then?”
“I’ve rented a small chalet in Columbia,” Enciodes said, “out by a river. It’s quiet and secluded—and I’ve heard the woods and water are plentiful with game; I can hunt a spell, you can fish a spell, and Gnosis can cook our spoils—ow.”
Gnosis had elbowed him. “I never agreed to do that.”
“You did it last time.”
Degenbrecher decided to chime in. “The pan–seared trout you made last time was really good.”
“Hmph.” Gnosis pushed his glasses up his nose, but she could tell he was mollified by the compliment.
“Guess I have no choice but to take a vacation from my vacation, huh.”
Enciodes looked, as usual, very smug, but she could see the little twinkle of happiness and excitement dancing in his eyes.
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The chalet was nice. Secluded, quiet, surrounded only by woods and water, just as he’d said, far away from everything and everyone (stocked and provisioned for them ahead of time), the air crisp and clean and fresh and filled with only the sounds of nature.
It was also nice how they could respectively split to engage in their own hobbies; obviously, it was fun to do things together, but they didn't have to do everything as a group and there weren’t any hard feelings about it. Enciodes split for the woods, Degenbrecher split for the lake, and Gnosis hung up the hammock between the trees with a stack of books.
The day passed peaceful and relaxing, and when the sun started to go down, Degenbrecher crossed paths with Enciodes returning as well. Gnosis had already gone inside by then, and no sooner had she crossed the threshold than did the rhythmic thudding of a knife against wood give away his location.
Despite his initial grumbling, Gnosis did cook, though both she and Enciodes pitched in because it was only fair (though without getting in Gnosis’ way, of course). Enciodes was good at skinning, and Degenbrecher helped with the gutting. Despite the inherent unpleasantness of these tasks, it was made tolerable by the fact that one of them had put on some jazzy instrumental Siestan music in the background, and two of the windows were open a handspan, allowing a pleasant breeze to sweep through the house. Gnosis eventually shooed them both away after they helped him peel enough vegetables, so they went, Enciodes saying something about opening the wine.
The round table was already laid with service for three, which she could tell at a glance was Enciodes: he folded napkins differently from Gnosis. She was almost inclined to joke about them putting so much effort into this little date like they were trying to woo her, but she knew they both knew the importance of regular romance in a relationship. Still, it made her heart flutter a little bit that she was… really a part of this. This wasn’t a game or some social charm: this was real, this was genuine, like the way Enciodes smiled at her, at once fond and faintly hopeful, and she couldn’t resist giving him a little kiss.
He took the excuse to nuzzle into her neck, nose pressing to her skin, and Degenbrecher wrapped her arms around him, not minding whatsoever when he leaned his weight against her to nestle close and gave a contented sigh. He’d never said so, but she knew he felt utterly and totally safe around her, secure in her embrace.
“Clingy cat,” she murmured affectionately, the same way that Gnosis did.
Enciodes just smiled at her, obviously happy to be held.
Gnosis, despite appearances, was a good cook, and though nothing was exotic, it all tasted good, made all the better by how fresh it all was. As she ate, Degenbrecher realized it’d actually been quite some time since she’d had his food, though then again, it wasn’t like it was often that Gnosis had a chance to cook in the first place; usually he only did when they were in Victoria and they had the time, which wasn’t always. It brought back memories of their time in County Sykes, when they’d just founded Karlan Trade, and the way Enciodes had usually done breakfast and Gnosis made dinner, and she’d often done what she could, often dishes, to compensate for her free room and board. And of course, it wasn’t like she ate badly otherwise, not with Matterhorn as the Silverash cook, but the flavors they used and favored were a little different, with Gnosis demonstrating a clear Victorian influence. It was a nice change of pace, and she munched happily on the butter- and herb-crusted fish and the liver pate, the fried tomatoes and roasted nuts and green beans, the dill baked potatoes and apple salad. If Gnosis noticed how much she relished it, he gave no indication.
After the dishes were in the machine, they settled themselves on the sofa, where they watched a cheesy B-rate movie that they had to keep pausing because they kept cracking jokes, and Degenbrecher had to watch that she didn’t accidentally hit the boys with her horns as she laughed (though they’d already learned by now to keep their heads below horn level in these situations, resting their cheeks on her shoulders). Generally, Gnosis was terrible to watch films with as he was a nitpicker, but these sorts of movies were made for mockery, so his sarcastic commentary only served to set both her and Enciodes off either laughing or with an appropriate rejoinder, and it didn’t help that he and Enciodes could (and did) start bantering at the slightest thing.
As the credits rolled, Degenbrecher had to wipe tears of mirth from her eyes, Enciodes already having moved his head into her lap half an hour prior (he wanted his ears petted, of course), while Gnosis slid off the sofa and muttered something about dessert. God, it’d been too long since they’d last done this; since she’d last laughed this hard. Her chest and core buzzed with warmth, solid and pleasant, her cheeks aching as Enciodes got up as well and she indulged in a long, luxurious stretch, savoring the heat throbbing in her ribs.
Returning to the dining nook, she found that the table had been relaid by Gnosis, this time bearing a drizzled cheesecake adorned with berries. They had some warm, sweet chocolate liquor, and the lights were turned down low and the boys were faintly flushed, and Enciodes smeared a bead of whipped cream onto Gnosis’ cheek and licked it off, and Gnosis yanked him into a kiss to bite his lower lip in revenge, and she watched with amusement. At this point, their happiness was her happiness; their joy was her joy; their pleasure was her pleasure. Aside from the fact that they all shared many of the same goals and motives, her life was incredibly bound up with theirs. Where they went, she followed.
She’d also watched them fuck enough times and gotten off to it enough times that she no longer felt like an audience. If they were having fun, so was she, and undoubtedly at this point they must have kissed in front of her a million times. It wasn’t awkward. They liked it, she liked it. It was all good.
After they scraped their plates clean, Enciodes padded off to the bedroom, so Degenbrecher helped Gnosis tidy a second time, taking a stray curl of white chocolate shavings and placing it at the corner of his mouth so she could kiss it off.
“Thanks for the meal,” she smiled, “it was good.”
He blushed slightly and averted his gaze, and it was adorable how he always did that when she was sweet to him. “It would’ve been a pity to let your spoils to go to waste,” he mumbled. “Besides, if I didn’t do it, that would’ve left it up to you and Enciodes and that would’ve been a disaster.”
“He’s decent enough. Better than I am, anyway.”
“Hmph, like I trust the two of you in a kitchen without supervision.”
“Like we didn’t make you soup without any problems that time you were sick.”
“There were a few points which could have been improved upon.”
Degenbrecher huffed in amusement, this time pressing another kiss to his jaw. She knew that Gnosis was most comfortable in the realm of snark and false dishonesty, behind a veil, and she wasn’t bothered by it. It was just how he showed affection.
When he was done, she blocked his path, wrapping her arms around him, and he stiffened slightly in her embrace. Almost uneasily, he said, “What’s this for…?”
“Just ‘cause.” She hadn’t hugged him yet, and it seemed like a good moment.
Gnosis was always slower to hug back than Enciodes, particularly outside of the bedroom; he hugged her tentatively at best. It seemed that it was only post-coital that he allowed himself to indulge in cuddling, his clinginess itself revealing his need for physical, nonsexual touch. They hadn’t yet reached the same level of thoughtless intimacy that he had with Enciodes, where Gnosis would pet his ears and wrap an arm around him without a second thought. It spoke volumes about the trust and depth and length of their relationship that Gnosis was so physically affectionate with him. But that was alright: they’d get there eventually.
“Degenbrecher,” he murmured.
“I gotcha, birdie.”
He huffed at the epithet but didn’t say anything. A moment later he drew away, brushing his bangs behind his ear and moving to tug the curtains a little tighter over the window, turning the lock before he began a circuit of the entire building, because it wasn’t Gnosis if he wasn’t meticulous.
Nonetheless, as she felt the warmth of his touch fade and she went off to the bathroom, she couldn’t help but appreciate how both of them allowed themselves to be vulnerable around her. The two of them were incredibly guarded people, unable to afford demonstrating even a sliver of weakness which could be exploited. Yet they trusted her to let all of that down before her, to not automatically censor and conceal their reactions and emotions, to not wear their public personae before her—though at this point, it wasn’t like they could really fool her anyway.
Well, her job was to protect them, after all, and protect them she would. Besides, she liked being the one doing the protecting.
There was nothing which could harm her at this point. And for so long, she’d lived and fought only for herself—but they had given her a reason, a cause, a purpose. Her strength was no longer a matter of survival or proving herself or winning trophies, but for the sake of keeping them safe.
Maybe, she was always meant to meet them. Maybe it was for this very purpose that she had become so strong, not knowing it at the time: that she would one day be able to devote it and dedicate it to those she loved.
The lamps were comfortably low in the bedroom, and Enciodes had folded the quilt at the foot of the bed. Experience had proven that three people in the same bed did not need thick blankets, and if Gnosis was cold then they just put him in the middle.
That aside, Degenbrecher always found it adorable how Enciodes would make preparations for sex in advance, but he would never let it show. He never left the paraphernalia out in the open, but just within reach. Other than the quilt and the extra pillows, there weren’t any tells.
For a while, perhaps an hour, they simply laid together on the bed in their pajamas, suffused in a peaceful and comfortable silence, interrupted only by Enciodes’ occasional low purring. Degenbrecher was in the middle, her boys each with a head on her shoulder and nestled against her, their legs (and Enciodes’ tail) all twined together, her arms around them and her fingers in their hair. She stroked their heads slowly, enjoying the quietude and the relaxed atmosphere. This, she had undeniably missed: just being with them; touching them; feeling them.
The two of them were such fixtures in her life, it was impossible to picture it without them, and things were so much better now that they had crossed that line into a deeper intimacy. Not merely the sexual element, but this closeness that came with it, this comfort with close physical touch and the subsequent ability to just cuddle.
She almost started to believe they were going to fall asleep, for all that they’d invited her here for the explicit purpose of having sex (though her bed at Rhodes was definitely too small for the three of them to snuggle like this anyway), when Enciodes lifted his head and nosed her cheek for a kiss.
She obliged him, of course, pressing their lips together firmly, and Enciodes sighed out and shuddered once, his tail worming its way upwards into a more risque area, brushing her inner thighs and flirting with the hem of her shorts. On her other side, Gnosis’ hand slid slowly over her stomach as he nuzzled into her neck, kissing a slow path up to her ear. His breaths puffed out just behind it as she slowly deepened her kiss with Enciodes, sucking lightly on his lower lip before he tilted his head so their tongues could meet: just the tip at first, before they slid past each other, the scrape of Enciodes’ barbs sending a warm shiver through her. Gnosis kissed behind her ear, then lightly, her ear itself as his fingers toyed with the corner of her shirt.
When Enciodes drew back to breathe, she turned her head the other way, kissing Gnosis’ plush lips, cupping his ear feathers to smooth them over her palm as Enciodes kissed her neck, the fluffy tail between her legs still working its way up. She squeezed her thighs together to give it a pinch, and he made a noise deep in his chest, not taking it away, while Gnosis sighed just slightly against her. When he, too, pulled back, Degenbrecher licked her lips and grinned as she sat up, anticipation and excitement fluttering in the pit of her stomach.
It was finally time for fun.
She undid the cord at the nape of her neck to open the collar of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it in the direction of the bench off to the side. This was followed by her shorts, leaving her just in her underwear.
With the purpose of this trip in mind, she had brought her few nicer sets of lingerie, something she had bought mostly for herself—sometimes, late at night, she would put them on and look in the mirror at how the delicate lace and girlish frills and satin bows contrasted with the countless scars marring her skin; let her hair loose and let the inexpressible emotions wash through her. Most of the time, she’d laugh at her own reflection, at how ridiculous it looked—such garments ill suited her. But then, there was a defiance, a pleasure in it, too—what she had endured was a part of her, now, and strong as she was and proud of her strength as she was, did not bar her from enjoying a moment of adornment and femininity, if only in private (or now, with those she trusted).
She was comfortable in her skin now. That was all that mattered.
Besides, all of them appreciated a pretty wrapper. Degenbrecher was more than happy to feast her eyes on her boys as they followed suit: Enciodes’ lean and toned body was always a treat, his bare shoulders and chest always a pleasure, as were Gnosis’ long, slender legs and pert butt. They both had dressed up for the occasion as well, Gnosis in maroon satin boyshorts and Enciodes in what was undoubtedly black silk boxer briefs. (One of these days she had to get Enciodes to wear his chest harness to bed so she could pull on it.) They both looked so lovely like that, Gnosis stretching his legs out and Enciodes settling on his knees, his tail flicking—they were such a pretty pair side by side, truly; she was lucky to have them.
And of course, the close fit of their underwear did nothing to conceal their desire for her.
Degenbrecher smiled. “C’mere.” She spread her legs out wide, and patted her thighs.
They both moved over, straddling her legs, and she ran her hands down their bodies, cupping them through their clothes, and something about having them so close to her, crowded in like this, felt so right. They rolled slowly into her hands as they kissed up her neck, their breaths coming unsteady against her skin as she palmed them, just teasing; there would be no rushing ahead tonight, they had all the time in the world and nobody around for miles and miles.
Leaning her head back against the headboard, she squeezed gently, and watched how Enciodes’ tail flicked and Gnosis bit his lip. “Hey now,” she chuckled, unable to keep from smiling at how hungry they were, “did you really miss me that much?”
“Yes,” Enciodes answered immediately, kissing that spot under her jaw, while Gnosis nodded into the other side, kissing her ear.
How sweet of them to actually admit it. She drew them to her mouth for a three-way kiss, something that was always a little messy but always worth it, and she ran her fingers through their hair, savoring their closeness, the press of their cheeks against her own as their tongues slid against each other.
Enciodes lapped up the split saliva when they broke apart, and Degenbrecher skimmed her hands down their backs as they returned to her neck and decollete. She rubbed circles across their shoulders, firm and steady as Enciodes pulled the strap of her bra down her shoulder, kissing the spot beneath it, while on her other side, Gnosis wormed his tongue between the nylon and her skin, just a quick swipe before he too pulled it down.
Seeing no reason to keep it on any longer, she straightened up slightly to undo the hooks, and tossed it over the bench as well. Arching her back, she ran her hands down her collar and over the full curves of her breasts, happy to show off. The lace and the stitching had left light creases over her skin that produced little tingles as her fingers rubbed them, and then Enciodes’ warm hands and Gnosis’ cool ones cupped their weight and she sighed contentedly, leaning back as they started to kiss down that freshly exposed skin, hands roving over her body.
God, she loved them.
“Easy, now,” she said lazily as Enciodes’ teeth scraped her clavicle, “there’s enough of me to go around. You’ll both… mm… get your fill before the night is through.”
He moved back up to her mouth, kissing her while Gnosis’ absurdly soft lips closed around her nipple and sucked gently, and she couldn’t help but shudder. The warmth and the pleasure were building slowly in her bones in the best of ways, and she raked her fingers through Enciodes’ hair and fondled his ears as Gnosis lightly squeezed her breasts. It was kind of cute how Gnosis was, despite his personality, actually quite gentle in bed, but Degenbrecher didn’t really have any complaints when his hands and mouth both always felt so nice on her, just like they did right now.
He stayed there while Enciodes moved down to kiss over her stomach and flick his tongue over her navel, nibbling a ticklish trail up her thigh, while Gnosis switched sides, his cooling saliva on her skin sending a shiver down her spine as she stroked his hair.
Fingers skated over her panties, brushing along the lace edging and teasing in the dampened center, and as she pressed into Enciodes’ hand, she figured it was high time they went, inasmuch as the extra friction was not unpleasant. She ground lightly against Enciodes’ knuckles for a moment, just enjoying the texture of the cotton and satin against her sensitized groin, then sat up.
She shimmied out of her panties, then flung them in the general direction of the bench, uncaring if she missed. Gnosis followed her example, then turned to help his partner, who had to deal with the more laborious process of pulling his enormous tail through the hole just beneath the waistband before he could get his underwear off. One very memorable instance, Enciodes had actually tripped over himself trying to do it gracefully and fallen on the floor, and Degenbrecher and Gnosis had both laughed hysterically at the whole thing. When she could breathe again she’d apologized while Gnosis had affectionately called him a dumbass, and then they had petted his ears until he stopped his overexaggerated pouting (and Gnosis had given him a blowjob), and she couldn’t help but smile at the memory.
Then Enciodes was finished, and threw his underwear towards the bench—he actually landed it—and at last, there was nothing else separating them from each other.
It was so sweet how even now, despite multiple escapades between the three of them in varying combinations, they still looked at her naked body with admiration and desire, even though there was no longer any mysteries about it beyond the tales behind her scars. Like she was… beautiful, but because it was her.
They looked at each other like that, too, no matter how many years it’d been. Their bond was almost visibly palpable between them, and she loved to see it. She rested a hand on their shoulders, and pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks. “You kiss too,” she said. It didn’t feel right if they didn’t.
Without a second thought, they did, and Degenbrecher hummed with pleasure deep in her chest. Truly, watching them was one of her favorite things. She stroked up their necks, rubbing lightly at the stud in Gnosis’ earlobe and Enciodes’ sensitive nape, and immediately the Feline shuddered, moaning softly at the touch. Many a time she’d turned him into a shuddering mess just by rubbing that spot, and now was hardly any different: he leaned into it, seeking more, while Gnosis kissed his lower lip and trailed his fingers teasingly over Enciodes’ dick.
“Why don’t you go first?” she said. “As an appetizer.”
Enciodes shook his head. “No, I…”
“You know I don’t mind,” she added, rubbing a little harder at his nape, and she could practically see his thoughts evaporating on his face as his eyes rolled up in his head. She exchanged a look with Gnosis, and the Liberi gave her a slight smirk and a nod in return.
She shifted closer to Enciodes, pressing against his side as she continued to massage his nape, while Gnosis searched under the pillows for lube. He returned triumphant a moment later, and kissed Enciodes again and Degenbrecher watched happily, feeling Enciodes twitch slightly under her hand.
“Who’s the impatient one now?” Gnosis whispered, a wet sound rising as he pumped Enciodes once.
The Feline tried to answer but failed, only stifling a groan as his tail wrapped around Degenbrecher’s arm, and she slid her hand up to the back of his head to pull him into a kiss. It was warm and wet and open, and she let him lean into it, rubbing his ear when he pulled away to leave a wet trail of little bites and nips down her neck. This was short-lived as her hand returned to his nape, and he buried his face in her breasts, shivering at the touch but also, no doubt, Gnosis’ continued stroking.
She let go of Enciodes’ neck in favor of nudging him into Gnosis, and those few moments had been enough to melt whatever other ideas may have been lingering in his mind: he wrapped his arms around Gnosis and sank into another passionate kiss with him, and Degenbrecher made herself comfortable to watch. Yes, of course she appreciated them focusing on her, but she genuinely enjoyed watching them make out so she took it as her own pleasure to be allowed to watch.
There was just… something so beautiful about it. Maybe it was how fluidly they moved, maybe it was their soft and shameless noises, maybe it was just the blatant intimacy, maybe it was that they were both so attractive, or maybe it was just because she’d known them for so long, but—ah, it was gorgeous. She would have purred at the sight if she was capable: the way their mouths slotted together, the way their tongues slid, the way they looked at each other, the way their arousal visibly built up, their unconcealed expressions of pleasure with each kiss and touch—it seemed as if the echo of every jolt that passed through them shuddered into her, like she was an instrument which reverberated around them, catching every wave and absorbing into it herself.
Those entirely too fanciful and musical thoughts fortunately disappeared as Enciodes gasped louder, and he was clutching Gnosis’ shoulder, pressing quick and fluttery little kisses to his jaw and lips, moving with Gnosis’ hand—then he bit down on Gnosis’ shoulder and came over Gnosis’ palm, and Degenbrecher released the breath she’d been holding at the next messy kiss they exchanged, her pulse thumping faster.
Yes, this was indeed a nice warm-up; watching them always left her feeling flushed and tingling, her center thrumming deliciously as she watched Enciodes catch his breath and Gnosis settle back. She sighed slightly in satisfaction and smiled when they looked her way, leaning in to kiss their cheeks again and nuzzle them for a moment.
Enciodes kissed her slow and languid, while Gnosis kissed her a little less neatly—he was aroused and yet unsatisfied, and well, she had just the thing for him.
She slid off the bed and opened her bag of tricks where she’d left it on the bench, removing one of her new favorite toys: a strapless, L–shaped dildo, held in place via internal muscles only. The stability of a harness couldn’t be beat, but Degenbrecher of all people had the strength to keep it in place, and there was something to be said about the convenience and lack of fuss.
She clambered back on the bed, kneeling with her legs spread and sliding the base into her, shivering as a warm feeling flooded her insides at the contact; oh, that was good, pleasure washing up her spine, and for just a moment, she arched, savoring it. Then she met Enciodes’ eyes, smiling as she jerked her chin towards Gnosis. “Open him up for me.”
Gnosis swallowed hard, but obediently turned around and spread his knees wide, his eyes fixed on Degenbrecher’s hand and the steady in and out movement of the dildo, no doubt imagining how it would feel inside of him.
“You’ll get it soon enough,” she purred, and he shuddered.
Then Enciodes placed a kiss on the curve of Gnosis’ ass, ruffling his tail feathers, before he spread the Liberi’s slightly plump cheeks apart to expose his hole. Like always, Degenbrecher had the urge to play with it to break down his defenses, but she resisted, and anyway, watching Enciodes do it was just as fun. She’d have ample time to finger him into a twitching wreck in the future.
Enciodes blew lightly over his hole, making Gnosis gasp, before he squeezed some lube onto his fingertips and rubbed a teasing circle over it just so Gnosis would squirm.
At the first curl of Enciodes’ fingers inside him, Gnosis moaned, though he tried to muffle it by burying his face in the crook of his elbow. Why he still bothered, she didn’t know, and as if reading her mind, Enciodes paused to bite the inside of his thigh and say, “Let us hear you.”
Gnosis’ feathers puffed out slightly, but he turned his head sideways, eyes half-closed, and let himself moan in earnest as Enciodes licked over the bite mark and steadily moved his fingers in and out; a little roughly, because that was how Gnosis liked it, all the while nipping at his ass and sucking marks onto his thighs. Gnosis’ tail fluttered with his every breath, the feathers standing stiffer and wider as he got more and more aroused.
Ah, she loved the sight of him like this: breathing hard, prick dripping between his legs, pleading with his eyes to be filled. An awful thought flickered across her mind, and she didn’t really think twice before saying it, keeping her voice teasing. “You’re such a cockslut, Gnosis.”
He looked equal parts mortified and turned on, and Degenbrecher grinned as Enciodes moved back against the headboard and she settled the dildo inside of her and placed her hands on his hips.
“But I have what you need right here.” She pushed into him in a single stroke, just the way he liked it, knocking a moan out of his chest. “Just like that, right?” She ran her hand down his shaking spine, and rolling her hips without waiting for him to adjust. “Just like this.”
“Yes,” he whispered, even as he bit down on his own fist. But that didn’t last: Enciodes took his hands, pulling Gnosis up against him, kissing him open and messy.
“Hold onto me,” Enciodes said, stroking his hair as Gnosis clung to his shoulders, kissing Gnosis’ sensitive ears and licking at his feathers. “It’s so good, isn’t it? Degenbrecher is so good to us.”
Gnosis answered not in words but with another moan, one that was sadly cut short by Enciodes kissing him again, and she nipped lightly at his shoulder before sinking her teeth in, leaving a bite mark of her own beside Enciodes’ slightly sharper one. When she let go, she admired the ring of teeth left behind, then moved to the other shoulder, grinding deep inside him as she sucked a hickey onto his skin. Gnosis always complained about it, but she knew by his noises that he actually liked it.
And he was making noises: those hot little involuntary sounds he always made, soft gasps and moans and tiny whimpers; sweet chirps that he pressed into Enciodes’ neck that only made her want to coax out more of them. So she found another spot to bite down on, high on his neck a little below his ear feathers, and when she let go, she blew against them, which made them stiffen further and Gnosis flinch away with a gasp. Unable to refrain, she rubbed them with her thumb, a little roughly, and Gnosis jerked away again.
“Don’t,” he whined, “it’s too much…”
She smiled and proceeded to ignore him, rubbing again as Enciodes ran his fingers through his hair and kissed the corner of his mouth, making Gnosis keen sharply as she rolled her hips just so, and she could tell by the way he started trembling that he was getting close. She knew it was partly psychological thing, too: touching ears and tails was already an intimate gesture, and on top of it, he was very particular about his feathers. With that in mind, she dragged her tongue up the back of his neck, biting down and sucking as she ruffled his feathers, and just for good measure, she gave his ass a little smack, and Gnosis instantly moaned, a noise that was swallowed by Enciodes as he slotted their lips together. Although she couldn’t see his front end, the additional layer of rapid wet sounds told her exactly where Enciodes’ spare hand had gone.
Gnosis flinched out of the kiss with a gasp. “S-slow down,” he whimpered, “I’m going to—”
Degenbrecher ignored him, only fucking him harder, giving his tail a sharp yank, and a moment later, Gnosis came with a choked-off noise, shoulders shaking as he buried his face in Enciodes’ neck.
Enciodes kissed his ear, stroking his nape, and slowly, she pulled out of him, admiring the mess of slickness left behind that rolled down his thighs. She ran her hand along the damp curve of his spine, fingertips rubbing at the base of his feathers and making him shudder as he lifted his head, breathing unsteady, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek just as Enciodes kissed the other.
As Gnosis sat back, he saw that his cum was streaked across Enciodes’ stomach and chest, and he made to wipe it off, but Enciodes beat him to it, swiping up the fluid and licking it from his fingers. Gnosis glared at his smirk, but Enciodes was as unperturbed as ever.
Then they both looked at her, expectant. They had both come once, but she had not—yet it was specifically making them come that she enjoyed. Seeing them fall apart under her—bringing them to climax—that was what she liked. There was something infinitely lovely about making them come, about seeing them desperate and spent, about driving them to that high, something that she couldn’t capture on her own.
“Keep up with me, boys,” she grinned, her voice a low, husky purr, licking her lips. “We’re just getting started.”
They both shuddered.
Degenbrecher set the dildo aside, sighing slightly as it left her; it was just a warm-up, really, and its absence left her tingling and wanting, hungry for more.
Then she looked at her kitty, as he was most likely to be ready to go again. “Enciodes?”
He nodded, shifting slightly to settle more comfortably against the headboard, allowing her to see his dick, standing at half-mast again, and she moved forward between his knees to fold her fingers around him and pump him slowly, rubbing her thumb over his barbs and imagining how they would feel inside of her. As he exhaled heavily and rolled up into her hand, she pressed their noses together and kissed him, warm and slow, lips parting and tongues brushing, and he gently brushed her bangs away from her forehead with open affection. It went on, deepening bit by bit, and she enjoyed every instant of it, every slide of their lips and every little flicker of tongue—he really was a nice kisser—and by the time she pulled back, he was fully hard.
Gnosis grabbed a condom from the drawer, and placed a kiss on Enciodes’ glans before rolling the latex down his shaft. Then Gnosis moved back, hand curling around himself, and she straddled Enciodes, the heat of his body inviting beneath her.
He made to grasp her waist, but she caught his hands before he could, pinning them to the bed. He swallowed heavily, and she smirked just slightly down at him as she playfully squeezed his wrists. “Hey.”
Enciodes smiled, that warm, slightly abashed, genuine, adorable smile—so cute, she loved that he let her see his boyish side—and she kissed the tip of his nose before she settled onto him. Like always, he felt good inside her, better than the toy, thick and comfortable, and she bit her lip at the way his barbs pressed just right at that spot inside her; really, it was no wonder that Gnosis always looked like he was ascending when Enciodes fucked him (though then again, maybe that was just Gnosis).
Still holding onto his wrists, she lifted herself up and lowered herself again, her breasts bouncing with the motion, then braced her knees more firmly so she could do it again. The impact seemed to go all the way up to her throat, and she felt him shudder beneath her in the moment before she did it again, and then she found a comfortable groove: a quick, firm motion that pressed him just right in a delicious wave of perfect friction and pressure. Gnosis’ hands, trailing across the damp skin of Enciodes’ stomach and chest and her thighs, only added fuel to the fire.
As she gradually gathered steam, Enciodes tried to keep up with her, to his credit: he thrust up against her, meeting her halfway and matching her rhythm, but ultimately, she won out, moving faster and harder, overtaking him. If it were Gnosis in her place, then he’d be a pliant, obedient little bird and let Enciodes bounce him most of the time, but Degenbrecher had rather different needs and ideas. She licked her lips and grinned slightly as she tightened her grip on him, feeling him shudder and give in to her pace—really, she was the one fucking him, heedless of whose parts went where—and he groaned as she snapped her hips a little more forcefully, shifting the angle so he rubbed a little bit higher as he swelled ever so slightly inside her.
“Degenbrecher,” he gasped, “I—”
She slowed, humming deep in her chest as he came, clenching rhythmically to prolong his orgasm. She drank in the sight of his face pinching helplessly and smoothing out, the hiss of his breath beneath his teeth melting into a low groan. How she adored their willing submission, the way they both folded beneath her power, the way they gave up their control to her and let her take them.
Enciodes opened his eyes, still faintly dazed, and she smoothed his cheek affectionately before she moved off him, feeling the sweat rolling down her neck, and beckoned to Gnosis. “Your turn.” She knew he wouldn’t last as long as his partner, but it didn’t matter.
The Feline moved aside, and Gnosis took his place, already prepared and blushing as he looked up at her, perhaps uncomfortable with the position, though it wasn’t the first time. He couldn’t hide like this, and she smiled down at him, leaning over so her bangs brushed his forehead. “Ready for me, birdie?”
“Yes…”
Degenbrecher guided Gnosis’ dick into her, settling her weight on his hips for a moment with a sigh, feeling Enciodes’ hands stroking up and down her back as he kissed her shoulder. Tentatively, Gnosis rested his own hands on her waist, unsure if she would tolerate it or not, but this time she allowed it, kissing him slowly, nibbling on his stupidly soft and plump lower lip.
She shifted positions a bit, trying to find just the right angle—yes, like that, with her legs spread wide, so that the tiny feathers at the base of Gnosis’ dick would rub against her inner lips and clit, and perhaps one of the most fun things about her boys was that she could fuck both of them in completely different ways because they both stimulated completely different areas. Where the barbs lining the head of Enciodes’ cock rubbed her g-spot just right, Gnosis instead felt good around the outer regions.
Bracing herself on the headboard so she could grind against him in circles rather than thrust up and down, Degenbrecher flattened her body over him, grinning slightly as she pressed her breasts to his chest and at the faintly embarrassed expression that flickered across his face. “Touch me,” she said, and his hands joined Enciodes’ on her back, sliding down to stroke her tail, and she shuddered delightedly at the way he rubbed it and the sensitive skin at the base, making it flicker involuntarily against his palm.
“You trained him to go for the weak spot, didn’t you,” she chuckled, and Enciodes said “No,” just as Gnosis said “Yes.”
“How could I—hh—not?” Gnosis added. “With the size of that thing—”
“Yours is way more sensitive—”
“Is not!”
“Is too and you know it.”
Rather than bicker about it more, they kissed over her shoulder, and Enciodes ran his fingers through Gnosis’ ear feathers before he pulled back, stroking his hands over her back again. His thumbs were warm against her shoulder blades and along the bumps in her spine, skimming down her sides, and Degenbrecher savored it just as much as she savored Gnosis’ fingers playing with her tail and his lips pressing soft little kisses to her jaw, his unsteady breaths puffing out against her skin.
For just a moment, she closed her eyes, moving her hips steadily, focused just on the mounting pleasure and the feeling of his body beneath her. He moved with her, not against her, his more passive nature giving way to her instantly, not that she minded. He caught her rhythm easily, inasmuch as her weight on him kept him from doing much else, and the slowness of it was a welcome breather after how quickly she’d moved with Enciodes.
When she opened her eyes again, Gnosis was looking up at her, his face open and unguarded, and she smiled, catching his lips in a kiss, and he sighed out through his nose, fingers sliding through her hair as his resistance melted. Degenbrecher gave him those few seconds to get lost in the sensation, then she lifted her head, tightened her grip on the headboard, and started to move in earnest.
Immediately he choked on a moan, and she couldn’t completely resist the smirk pulling at her lips. He really wasn’t going to last. No matter. She did it again, exhaling in delight at the wave of pleasure washing up her spine, while all Gnosis could do was hold onto her. Enciodes’ hands stroked her back and thighs lovingly, and she was sure if he hadn’t just come he would have laid over her and found a way to position himself so she could ride him as well. Maybe next time.
Instead she focused simply on the grind, chasing her own pleasure, savoring every movement and picking up speed: it was getting harder and harder to continue dragging it out, to continue resisting the accumulating heat in her core, clamoring for release. She wasn’t done yet, but she was getting there, and she couldn’t hold back a few soft sounds from escaping as she rolled her hips in quick, sharp circles while Gnosis kept moaning beneath her.
“Tell me when you’re close,” she panted lowly, but she didn’t think it would take much longer nor that he would even have the time to warn her.
She could feel him tensing up, moving a little erratically as he buried his face in her neck, arms tightening around her back, and Degenbrecher pressed her smile into his silky hair as she moved faster and harder—not just for his sake, but because of the sheer satisfaction of it.
“That’s it,” she purred, kissing his head, “come on, go ahead…”
Another harsh circle, and she felt his nails digging into her waist, a sensation that just made her crave more, and Enciodes’ palms smoothed over her ass as she did it again, then Gnosis gasped sharply into her neck and she eased to a stop, drinking in the feeling of him coming inside her despite the latex barrier.
Degenbrecher pushed herself up and off of him slowly, settling back on her knees to let him catch his breath once again. She resisted the urge to touch herself, instead savoring the sensation: the comfortable soreness, the lingering throb, the way it felt like she could still keep riding the edge a little while longer… Just to keep the current flowing, she cupped her breasts, squeezing and fingers toying with her hardened nipples for that extra little spark; oh, normally they weren’t that sensitive, but right now, it was just right.
The next thing that caught her attention was Gnosis sitting up with Enciodes’ help and both of them reaching out for her, but stopping just shy of making contact: seemingly captivated by the sight of her.
“Let… let us see?” Enciodes asked.
She spread her legs, and sighed and shuddered at the sensation of the strands of slickness stretching between her folds and trickling down her groin anew. She had been so aroused for so long, but it was so good: the relentless, continual pulsation of pleasure through her veins, the ceaseless thrum, the delicious ache which burned in her belly and traveled through her entire body.
As the cooler air hit her inner folds, she shivered, and with two fingers, lifted the incredibly tender tissue out of the way to expose her engorged and clamoring clit.
Enciodes moved his head down for a better view, tail flicking and eyes shining. “You’re so swollen,” he whispered, fascinated.
“Gentle, now,” she breathed, feeling herself twitch slightly. “Don’t touch just yet.”
He didn’t, instead stroking his hands over her thighs, and Gnosis settled against her side, kissing her shoulder and petting the sensitive small of her back, lightly running his nails over that patch of skin and making her shudder as Enciodes leaned up to kiss her. His tongue curled against her own, and she cupped the back of his head, holding him close as the tremors wracking her body began to slow slightly.
“Okay,” Degenbrecher said as she pulled away. “C’mere.”
Enciodes curled against her other side, his warm hand still resting on her leg, his other arm folding around her just as Gnosis’ did, sandwiching her between them in the best of ways, bodies pressed together.
She wrapped her arms around them and kissed them again and again, one and then the other, currents of pleasure coursing over skin at their touch. Every inch of contact between them made her blood sing as their hands stroked across her sides and her thighs and her back and her breasts, and she loved the sensation of being surrounded by them, of their smell saturating her lungs and their fingers caressing her scars. There was nothing better: she’d never felt so loved and cherished in her life.
“Ah,” she breathed as their hands curved inward along her thighs, “slowly…”
They traced gently over her outer labia, even that touch ridiculously stimulating. With an effort she held still, willing herself to hold out a little longer, just a bit longer…
“May I?” Enciodes asked.
“Slowly,” she said, “or I’ll come too soon.”
He nodded, giving her clit a wide berth, stroking a slow circle around and gradually moving inward to caress the hypersensitive inner labia, the lightest touch of his fingertips already bringing her dangerously close to the edge. She held her breath, and only exhaled when some of the intensity receded, and it was only at her nod that he moved again.
The first slick smooth slide of Enciodes’ fingers into her was electrifying, and she couldn’t help but gasp, tensing at the bolt of pleasure shooting up her spine. She could feel every inch of him, every fingerprint, and he didn’t move them, just letting her adjust. No sooner had she stopped trembling than did Gnosis’ fingers join his, and this time Degenbrecher moaned aloud.
A convulsive spasm wracked her body as she rocketed, teetering, to the brink. Again she held her breath, her fingers trembling around their shoulders as she waited for it to pass, biting her lower lip.
Pass it did, and she took in an unsteady breath. “A-alright. Go ahead.”
Enciodes slid his fingers out halfway, and Gnosis curled his a little deeper, and then they reversed, setting a slow, steady in and out rhythm and all she could do was bite down around the whine rising from deep in her throat. It didn’t help that they started to kiss and lick and nibble at her ears and her cheeks, and she couldn’t stop her spine from arching, her hips rocking of their own volition into their hands, the stretch of four fingers curling and stroking against her inner walls almost painfully intense—it was too much, it was overwhelming, she was gasping with every frantic motion, the pleasure too powerful to withstand, she couldn’t—she was going to—
She managed to choke out a single word: “Please…!”
Their thumbs rubbed over her clit and she nearly choked, the touch nothing short of overpowering when it was almost too sensitive to touch—but there wasn’t any stopping it anymore, the first spark had been set and the fire was racing lightning–quick through her veins, accumulating in her core, desperation fluttering in her throat as she felt her toes starting to curl and her arms tightening around them—and then they did it again and the flames exploded into a wild blaze.
Ecstasy crashed over her in a scorching conflagration, roaring through her mind and searing through her body, rending everything but the pleasure into ash as it throbbed, a relentless heat pulsing white-hot in her bones and every drop of blood, pounding and echoing and melting her into embers crackling with pure undiluted exhilaration.
And she couldn’t breathe and their hands started to draw away as it all bordered on painful, but it wasn’t over, it was still going, and she still needed them right there. “No,” she gasped, “don’t stop—”
They didn’t, and the orgasm rolled into another and she thought vaguely that she made some kind of sound, but she didn’t know for sure: all she knew was that she just kept coming and it didn’t stop and it went on and on, wave after wave building on each other all over again, battering her consciousness anew and tightening every muscle in her body once more, contraction after contraction wracking her frame, wringing her out a second time and erasing all coherent thought as it pulsated in her core and smoldered in her teeth and sent colors sparking behind her eyelids before it finally died down.
Slowly she opened her eyes, stars still bursting in her vision, breathing raggedly; and the first thing she saw was them, her boys, and they both leaned in to kiss her, soft and slow, taking turns. She kissed them back, still trembling, as they eased her down to the bed, her arms still locked around their necks and drawing them down with her.
She couldn’t find her voice as they tucked themselves close to her on either side, shaking down to her fingertips and her toes, unable to do anything except hold them near and breathe, feeling like all of her insides had been melted into warm goo like a pot of cheese fondue. Vaguely, she felt like she’d just had some sort of rapturous experience: was it really possible to feel this good? To feel like she was—made of stardust, like there was liquid light flowing in her veins, like her bones were made of molten gold and her entire body was buzzing with fireworks?
Spots danced across the light and shadow of the ceiling like turning constellations, and they had no answers for her. From the depths of her memory surfaced the dark, bitter nights where she’d slept under the stars and watched them turn too, similarly wordless, and how long ago that was—back then, she wouldn’t have ever believed she would be here, right now, like this, even if someone had told her. She would never have believed that she’d feel—that she’d be—so… loved, to the degree that it was a tangible feeling, a warm and pulsating weight in her chest, wrapped snugly around her heart with every beat.
Slowly, she hugged her boys closer, and the feeling of them in her arms, solid and warm, was the most precious thing in the world.
And just audibly, she whispered, “I’m really happy.”
Enciodes lifted his head from the crook of her neck to kiss her softly, his half-lidded eyes crinkled in joy as his tail wound around her leg; then as he tucked back in close, his fluffy ears tickling her jaw, Gnosis pressed a kiss to her lips, for once a small smile playing around his mouth before he nestled closer.
Degenbrecher closed her eyes, and let the glow of perfect contentment wash over her.