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Kian can't hide the hitch in his breath when Rolan's scythe arm neatly slices her borrowed shirt directly down the middle. Their heart beats wildly in her chest, and he suspects Rolan can hear it.
"You're gonna sit there and watch us, okay?" Rand is partway through removing his own clothes, shaky hands struggling a little with his belt. They don't draw attention to it. Instead, Kian focuses on the soft plush of his belly, the thick hair that covers his chest and stomach, and thinks about how she wants to sink her teeth into his flesh.
He doesn't. Instead, they sit where Rolan directs her.
"Sitting and looking pretty shouldn't be too hard for you, right?" Rolan teases, pulling her ruined shirt off her shoulders.
He nods obediently, and Rolan kisses them.
(Kian fights down the panic that the kiss brings, ignoring the phantom feeling of something in the back of his throat.)
"Good girl."
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Kian starts getting impatient quickly. It's entertaining for Rand to watch- the way he squirms and twitches but doesn't touch himself, watching the two of them with wide eyes.
Rand tears his eyes away from her with great difficulty, instead looking to Rolan.
To Rand, Rolan is just as pretty as Kian, although in a different way. He likes watching the two of them together, the way they contrast each other, the way Rolan firmly puts Kian (and Rand, on occasion) in their place.
This had been Rolan's idea, some weird bug instincts making it go crazy, until he'd finally brought it up to the two of them.
Bug brain wants it to rebuild a hive, and if that means Rand gets to fuck him so it can lay its eggs in Kian then fuck yeah man.
It's a little unnerving, fucking someone who looks like one of those freaky bug monsters. Rolan's hot no matter what he looks like, but right now he looks more monster than human- eye's fully black and reflecting the light strangely, antenna poking out from his hair, mandibles tearing the flesh around his mouth, and the scythe arm.
And Rand isn't stupid, he noticed how anxious Kian seems to be about this. But he also noticed how the fear seems to only make her more determined to do it. Rand feels much the same, honestly.
Part of the reason his own fear is easy to overcome is the fact that he's going to be on top, he's going to be in charge, Rolan below him, taking whatever Rand chooses to give it. It's Kian who'll be in trouble really, getting fucked by Rolan afterwards.
(A small part of Rand wants to watch Rolan tear them apart. A small part of him feels guilty for this.)
"Y-click- You ready?" Rolan's looking at him, dark bug eyes hard to read, but his body is relaxed.
"Yeah, yeah I'm ready. Keep that fuckin' thing," Rand gestures to the scythe arm, "away from me, alright?"
Rolan pouts, over-exaggerated and stupid looking with the mandibles. "What about kisses? Click- These too much for you too?"
"You should let him kiss you dude," Kian speaks up. "It feels so fuckin' weird, but like, in a good way."
"Thanks for your input, Mr Bug Kisser," Rand rolls his eyes, not missing the subtle flinch but choosing not to comment on it. If Kian isn't comfortable, she can leave. Simple.
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Emotions are stupid and difficult and not worth the effort, Kian has decided.
She's confused, more than anything, by all the different feelings swirling around his body. It's a little nauseating.
Watching Rand fuck Rolan is hot. She's turned on, rock hard, and has been since Rolan cut her shirt off. The two of them are loud, Rand's grunts mixing with Rolan's clicks, and Kian can't tear their eyes away.
They're scared too, this bone-deep panic that threatens to overtake him when he thinks about what comes next. She wants it, is the thing, but looking at Rolan and only seeing those bug creatures, only seeing Becky is making him have- not second thoughts, he does want this. But he's definitely not as confident about it as he'd like to be.
"Kian, dude, are you there?" She startles at Rands voice, focusing back on the present moment. Oh. They're done. Rand is flushed red all down his chest, softening dick against his thigh. Rolan looks beautiful as always, sprawled out and relaxed. Fuck, they've zoned out again.
"Yeah- yeah man, where else would I be?" He laughs, but it sounds forced. "Just distracted by how smokin' hot you two are."
Rolan stretches out, joints cracking in a few places, before it sits up. "Y'know, if you're having second thoughts about this you don't have to do it. We're not gonna make you do anything you don't want to."
And that's kind of the problem here. Because Kian really isn't sure he wants to do this any more, actually. The panic is quickly starting to outweigh the lust. But he's starting to suspect those two feelings are linked.
She kind of wants them to force her.
"What if I want you to?"
The two of them look surprised, although there's something else in their expressions. Rolan's might be concern, but Rand's? There's something darker there.
"You want us to... what?"
It seems Rand makes a decision then, as he leans forward, looking predatory.
"C'mon Ro, you're smarter than that. Kian wants us to hold her down and not let her escape while you fuck a nice clutch of eggs into her and make her a Momma, right? No matter how much she cries and fights back."
Kian nods, heart pounding so hard he feels like he might throw up.
"Y-Yeah, that. If- I mean- If you want to-"
Rolan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Something in its appearance seems to shift. Kian can't exactly place what has changed, but suddenly she very much feels like prey.
"I can do that," the creature that is Rolan says, and Kian realises with a start that he didn't actually say it, but rather clicked, and they understood.
An arm wraps around her waist, hand coming to rest on his face, and their head is turned to the side. Rand meets them there, pulling her into a kiss.
A cold hand trails down her body, followed by the sharp sting of Rolan's scythe arm. He gasps, pulling away from Rand and looking to Rolan, groaning as it leans down to lick the blood from their stomach, mandibles scraping the surrounding area like it wants to consume her.
Kian would let him.
Rolan opens her up with little grace and care, but at least he doesn't put the scythe anywhere near her ass. Rand pulls her back into a kiss, one hand fondling her tits. He's distracting her, she knows this, but they let him, losing himself in the kiss enough to think of this as normal sex, and ignore the terror.
He yelps when Rolan pushes in.
His ovipositor is long and hard and unrelenting, pushing deep inside him. It doesn't thrust, instead it just sits there. Waiting.
Rand pulls away again (although he keeps playing with her tits), leaving her just enough time to gasp for breath before Rolan is kissing them. The taste of blood fills Kian's mouth, entirely her own, and more follows it as its mandibles bite at her cheeks, splitting the skin.
"Fuck 'er good Ro, c'mon. I'll hold her down."
And then Rolan starts fucking her, and he completely loses his ability to focus. They start crying at one point, not fully aware, and Rand leans down to murmur in her ear.
"You're so pretty like this, crying on Ro's cock. You gonna take his eggs like a good girl? Gonna be a Momma for us?"
Rolan chooses that moment to slide the tip of his scythe arm up her dick, and Kian cums immediately.
"Fuck," Rolan presses its face into Kian's chest, mandibles catching his nipple and making him flinch. "F- click- fuck, you're so tight, gonna be such a good incubator-"
He starts thrusting harder, almost painfully, and Kian starts sobbing.
"S-Stop- It hurts- Ro- Please-" He's cut off by Rand's hand covering her mouth, fingers slipping past her lips. They taste blood again.
"Shhhh," Rand's lips press to the top of her head. "You're doin' so well, you're gonna look so pretty pregnant for us, our beautiful girl."
Rolan shudders above him, clicking more and more. His scythe arm is digging into Kian's side now, cutting deep, and Kian keeps sobbing behind Rand's hand.
With a grunt, Rolan stills, pressing deep inside her, and Kian feels movement. Eggs. Oh fuck.
"There we go," Rand's fingers slip out of their mouth and they moan. He chuckles, wiping her spit and blood off on her face. Kian probably looks like a mess right now, makeup smudged from crying, covered in blood and spit and cum, full of eggs-
"Stop think- click- stop thinking so hard," Rolan mutters, pulling out slowly with a soft groan. "We can clean up and get the eggs out if you want, this doesn't- click- doesn't have to be anything more."
Rand pulls Kian into a gentler hold, and Rolan crawls up her other side so they're sandwiched in the middle.
"We can clean up in a bit, I wanna cuddle first."