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(Y/N) dragged her opened hand across her face. This is ridiculous.
“You haven’t seen him either? Not once? Not even at lunchtime?”
Ruggie shrugged his shoulders. His crooked smile betrayed him - he was enjoying this way too much.
“Quietest day I’ve had since starting to run errands for him.”
(Y/N) pinched her nose. I’ll get early wrinkles because of these divas.
“Let me understand this correctly-“ she lifted a finger up to Ruggie’s grinning face. “Not once - not one goddamn time today has Leona Kingscholar asked you to bring him - anything?!”
“Zero.” (Y/N)’s eye twitched at the dragged out ‘o’ Ruggie sang like he was some sort of annoying tenor.
“Shit…”
(Y/N) ruffled her hair as she stepped away, barely getting out a rushed ‘thanks’. Ruggie made his way back to the Savanaclaw dorm snickering, more relaxed than (Y/N)’s ever seen him. A sheer contrast to the stress her beautiful idiots were currently putting her through.
It wasn’t enough that both of her boyfriends started acting strangely before dropping off the face of the fucking planet.
Malleus Draconia was an imposing presence. He stalked in the shadows and watched eternally as the world would morph and change all around him in what felt like a blink - that was just one out of many contemplative thoughts that often plague his mind. He takes solace in walking around abandoned ruins, alone and away from the overwhelming rush of the mortal world. It’s rare not to have him show up at least once a day to share one fleeting moment with (Y/N) and Leona, but not unusual for no one to know his precise location.
Leona Kingscholar, however, made his presence known even when lounging carelessly in the botanical garden. He strode with confidence and power through the never-ending hallways of Night Raven College, it was impossible not to take notice of his dominant aura. If not sleeping in the garden or under a tree in the courtyard, his ‘henchman’, Ruggie, would for sure be running around somewhere in the school, fetching meat sandwiches for him or doing other dirty work. For no one - not even Ruggie - to know where he was, is both unimaginable and concerning.
Besides, it’s not like in this year of the lord people were still relying on pigeons to fly around, delivering their correspondence. (Y/N) would not be half as concerned if either of them just answered their phones. Malleus she will excuse, his old soul is still getting used to all of this new technology. But Leona? Sure, he could be sleeping, but she made him promise to keep his phone vibrations on for a reason.
Not to mention the weird behavior both of them have been displaying.
It started with the usually calm and collected Malleus becoming way clingier than usual, and downright aggressive about it. Despite his awful reputation and delicate temper, Malleus was a gentle giant - always attentive, always affectionate and carrying a sense of pure naiveté when it came to relationships. He had a hard time comparing his level of power to his partners, more specifically to his magicless girlfriend, and was always careful when handling them - the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the ones he loves. He was overprotective, sure, but possessive was never a word (Y/N) used to describe him.
Not until a random, unassuming student made the grave mistake of accidentally bumping into her in the hallway.
Okay, they collided into each other hard enough for (Y/N) to yelp in surprise and him to turn around and apologize, but that was it. No harm done, no biggie.
Except Malleus abruptly pulled her towards him, her back colliding with his chest harder than even that initial bump with the student - and growled at him.
To say (Y/N) was shocked was an understatement.
She has never seen him react this way. Even during more emotional moments - heck, has she even heard him growl so menacingly at someone in his dragon form? Well, excluding his overblot of course-
The poor student was petrified. (Y/N) motioned for him to go, and the student wasted no time to take off running. She quickly took Malleus’ face in her hands and gently stroked his cheek. His pointy ear twitched ever so slightly at the contact, and his sharp pupils dilated.
“Hornton?” She spoke softly, her eyes searching. “What’s wrong?”
The calming touches seemed to snap him out of it and he sheepishly apologized.
She tried opening up a conversation later that night about the incident, but Malleus swiftly avoided the subject. Leona was just as surprised when he heard the story - if (Y/N) wanted to have a constructive conversation about it, Leona on the other hand made sure to tease him relentlessly. Faced with Leona taking things lightly and Malleus’ pouty face, she decided to let it go.
Only after that day, Malleus had refused to leave her and Leona’s side. Outside of classes, at least. He has always been the clingier of the bunch but never to this extent. Annoyed by the sudden shift in character, Leona had started his own investigation, but did not reveal any of his suspicions to (Y/N).
“If I’m right, it will pass. It’s better to talk about it after the fact,” he had told her. Hmpf. Fine.
Few nights later, (Y/N) and Leona were snuggled up to each other comfortably on the fae’s divan. They watched wordlessly as Malleus was rearranging and redecorating his entire room - more specifically his bed. Pillows and blankets were all stacked up and arranged neatly on the mattress in an intentional, circular pattern that loosely reminded (Y/N) of a faery circle - she wondered for a moment if they’d be whisked away to Briar Valley if they were to enter its circumference.
“Uh, Hornton? What exactly are you up to?”
Malleus was so concentrated on making sure every cushion and piece of textile was arranged in the right place that he hadn’t even registered (Y/N) questioning his actions. She sighed and turned to Leona instead -
And her breath caught in her throat.
Leona was watching Malleus intently, like a lion eyeing a gazelle. His pupils were dilated, entranced by Malleus’ calculated movements. (Y/N) has never seen such a ferocious look coming out of Leona’s eyes, not even when they fight.
A shiver ran down her spine. Leona’s gaze broke free from the image of Malleus and looked down at her. He tightened his arms around her waist and smirked, mischief dangerously glinting in his eyes. Malleus stopped his fussing when Leona pulled (Y/N)’s head to crash their lips together, making his way over to join them.
It wasn’t long till Malleus’ ensemble was ruined and he had to start all over the following day.
Since that night, Leona has also started acting weirdly.
If Malleus’ started behaving unexplainably aggressive, Leona simply became more agitated. His usual stoic expression remained etched on his features, but was betrayed by beads of sweat circling his forehead and the deep crease of his eyebrows. His tail swished and thumped on the ground constantly, and his ears twitched even when no one was around - the languid Leona, who loved nothing more than relaxing and sleeping the afternoons away, could suddenly not sit still.
“Leona, you’re seriously worrying me,” (Y/N) took another tissue and wiped his forehead. It was the fifth one in a span of half an hour spent chilling in the botanical garden, his head on her lap. “Are you sure you’re feeling well? Won’t you please go see the nurse, at least once?”
“I’m fine, herbivore,” he grumbled. “You worry too much.”
“I worry just enough!” She put the tissue away and moved her hand back to his hair. Leona closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her fingers carding through his locks. (Y/N) sighed. “You’re not acting like yourself - Malleus as well… why aren’t you guys talking to me?”
She felt a pang of sadness cross through her heart. Leona opened one eye to look up at her. As (Y/N) tried to read whatever he was keeping away behind his forest irises, she felt the lion’s tail snuggly wrap around her free arm. Leona guided it gently to his torso, and interlocked their fingers on his stomach.
“It’s really nothing for you to worry about. If it were serious, we would have told you.” His eye closed, a deep, content rumble rising out of his chest. “Now get back to what you were doing - no one told you to stop.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his antics but continued to massage his scalp, like petting a spoiled, oversized cat. The uneasy feeling growing in her chest did not ease up, but for now it was contained.
It’s been almost a week since the beginning of this chaos, and the weird behavior only escalated. Now she had two princes constantly hot on her tail, like two cats chasing around a pesky mouse. Even Grim had taken the wise decision to spend a few nights with Ace and Deuce in Heartslabyul, not very elated to witness his ‘henchman’ constantly smothered by the two powerful wizards.
So to go from having both of her boyfriends glued to her hip for an entire week to no one has seen any sign of them - (Y/N) knew one thing for sure, she was done with their games and wanted answers.
And that’s how she found herself in one of the the firsts and now last place she checked, the Diasomnia dorm. The first time she came searching, no one familiar was around that would know Malleus’ whereabouts. This time around, who else would be there to greet her but Lilia?
“Well hello there young one!” The corners of his mouth twitched in an impish smile. “What brings you here?”
“What else, or better yet who else.” At this point, she couldn’t do much to hide her desperation. “Have you seen Malleus? Or Leona? Anywhere?”
Lilia’s smile only widened. It started to piss her off.
“My, what a predicament. They’re not answering your calls?”
“No, they’re not. And no one has seen either of them all day.” (Y/N) pinched the top of her nose and willed herself to calm down. “Please, if you know anything, tell me. I’m at my wit’s end.”
Lilia’s eyes softened in what (Y/N) could only describe as amused sympathy. He tutted and muttered something about “young people” as he motioned for her to sit down at a nearby table. Before she could even properly sit down, his magic was already levitating a dark green, intricately decorated pot to fill up her matching teacup. She accepted the gesture, and took a long sip of the steaming tea - earl grey with a hint of oranges. The warmth pooling down in her stomach helped with the incoming migraine.
“They are up in Malleus’ room.” Seeing (Y/N) about to jump out of her seat, he quickly motioned for her to remain seated. “But I must warn you of what you are getting yourself into if you go up there.”
(Y/N)’s brows furrowed. “Warn me…?”
“Are you familiar with fae anatomy?”
(Y/N)’s thoughts turned empty. “Um. I mean - kinda?” All I know is what I see when Malleus gets naked, she thought, still searching her mind for an answer. “Don’t really know the details…”
“I guessed so.” Lilia took a sip of his own tea. He stared her down over the brim of the cup, before setting it back on the table. “Are you familiar with the concept of a ‘heat’?”
(Y/N) used all of the self restraint she was capable of to will a blush from not forming on her face. No. God. Why the fuck am I having ‘the talk’ with Lilia?!
“Uh. Fuck. Yeah, but only in animals. Don’t tell me…”
“Unfortunately or fortunately for you, that is exactly what I’m about to tell you.” The impish grin came back. “I won’t bore you with the details, the best analogy I can make is a more extreme ovulation period for humans, that for different species takes place in between different periods of time. For fae and beastmen, usually yearly, and it lasts a few days” Lilia brought a finger up to his cheek. “My hunch is that Malleus’ and Kingscholar’s heats happened to coincide this time around.”
(Y/N) took a moment to take the information in.
…Both?!
“If you do decide to go up there, know I will bring all of you food later on and deal with Crowley to excuse your absence from school. But I must warn you-“ Lilia’s smile faded, his eyes awfully sharp. “Heats are a very different phenomenon than any bodily function a human is familiar with. It takes over your mind, it controls you and is grounded in primal instinct. They will not act like themselves. I do not know of Kingscholar’s situation, but Malleus has never spent a heat with a partner before. No one can guarantee if you’ll be unharmed.”
(Y/N) frowned. “Malleus would never hurt me. And neither would Leona.”
“No, not by choice. But you must understand how gut-wrenching, downright painful a heat can be to a dragon fae. He will not be in full control of himself.”
As Lilia tried laying down the facts, (Y/N) had a million questions swarming through her mind. But one spoke louder than the rest.
“…Painful?”
“If alone, it’s somewhat bearable. But now that he is in a relationship-“ Lilia sighed, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on his fingertips, “-not having his partners around as it happens can be torturous. Think of it as… hmm…” Lilia prodded at his chin, trying to come up with a more understandable metaphor. “Let’s say you’ve been starved for days, and someone puts your favorite dish in front of you - but there’s a glass wall in front of it, so you can’t get to it. And your body physically hurts from not being able to get that dish. What would that be like?” He sighed, “It’s good that Kingscholar is up there with him.”
(Y/N) pushed down the fleeting feeling of guilt rising up in her throat and stood up. The chair screeched against the marble floor.
“Thank you for the warning. And tea.” She might not have had all the facts, but had already made her decision.
Amused, Lilia waved goodbye and wished her ‘good luck’ in a sing-sang voice. (Y/N) made her way up the stairwell, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.
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She was, in fact, not prepared for the sight unfolding behind the dark oak door.
The room was dark, illuminated only by the moon rays spilling through the windows. Through the darkness, she managed to make out the utter disarray Malleus’ room was in. Books, pillows, and shards of a broken vase were all scattered across the floor. The furniture was not where it was supposed to be, one of the curtains was torn and piling up on the floor, and - shit, were those claw marks on Malleus’ desk?
(Y/N)’s attention was immediately drawn to the bed - or what remained of it.
The dark, silk sheets were already torn to shreds - it was a miracle some big chunks have managed to cling to the mattress. The bed-frame used to have four rhombic spikes protruding on each corner of it - the upper right one had seemingly been ripped off, sharp splinters sticking out.
And in the middle of all of this chaos, on the large, king-sized bed, was Malleus balls deep inside Leona.
(Y/N) swallowed dryly, taking in the scene.
Malleus stood up in front of the bed, with one of Leona’s legs hiked up against his chest. He looked… bigger, with dark scales running down his shoulders, dragon tail out, and fresh scratches itched into his bare back - claw marks, contrastingly red on his pale skin. His pace was ruthless. He pounded into Leona with ferocious fervor, one hand keeping the lion’s leg in place and one gripping his dark, throbbing cock, already spilling with precum. The whole bed was moving with each violent thrust, pounding against the wall behind it and creaking from the stress it had been put through for what seemed like a few good hours.
And Leona? He was breaking apart.
His mouth was agape, saliva and remnants of cum spilling down his jaw. Deep growls and occasional whimpers left his lips, too spent to manage any other noise - at that point, his throat was too sore and deep-fucked for anything else to come out. His tail was curled tightly around Malleus’ bicep, leaving a dark, red circle etched into the fae’s skin from the restricted blood flow.
Despite his relentless pace and ferocity, Malleus wasn’t doing much better. Looking closer, (Y/N) noticed a string of cum spilling out of Malleus’ ass - they must have been going at it for a while, judging by the absolute battlefield around them. He fucked like he needed it - tortured and desperate to cum, over and over and over again. If Leona had a womb, he would have long been filled with his children. (Y/N) felt her own core heat up at the thought.
Before she could get a grip of herself, Leona used the last bits of his strength to shoot up and grab a hold of Malleus’ intact horn. Malleus roared in pleasure and swung his hips forward in one last, violent thrust, eventually winding down into a slow, sluggish rhythm, making sure Leona’s inner walls were completely covered in white. He fell forward, barely catching himself on the edge of the bed.
Leona followed soon after, groaning loudly as a load of cum shot upwards and spilled all over the lion’s chest. The dragon set Leona’s leg down, bent upwards and comfortably on the bed. He pulled out slowly, his boyfriend’s empty hole contracting at the sudden loss of warmth, and used two fingers to push the cum spilling out back inside Leona. The lion trembled under his touch, hole clenching around empty air.
Panting heavily, Malleus leaned down to whisper something only Leona could hear - his feline ear twitched and a quiet moan left the lips of the exhausted man. The dark fae smirked and ducked down to lick his stomach clean, dragging his tongue with intention from his chest and down along his torso, tasting himself in the process. Leona shivered when the dragon licked right above his navel, and as he made his way lower down, he teasingly flicked his long, pointy tongue over Leona’s sensitive, overstimulated head. The lion growled and tried to shove the dragon’s face away in annoyance, but he dodged with a wide smirk plastered on his features.
“Fucking bastard…”
Malleus laughed, placing a long, apologetic kiss on Leona’s thigh.
(Y/N) hadn’t noticed herself breathing heavily at the sight, unintentionally letting out a very quiet moan. The barely audible sound was enough to get the men’s attention, and their heads snapped simultaneously in her direction. Suddenly, two pairs of slitted, glowing eyes were dangerously focused on her. A shiver ran down her spine.
“Well, well, would you look at that,” Leona’s exhausted expression was replaced with a predatory smirk, as he propped himself up on his elbows. “A little mouse just strolled in.”
Leona couldn’t even finish his sentence before Malleus lunged at her. In no more than a second he had (Y/N) pinned against the door, a flurry of green fireflies left in his wake. He swallowed her lips hungrily and forced his hand down her pants, snapping their button off in the process.
Taken by surprise, (Y/N) circled her arms around his back and started thumping on it, desperately in need of air.
“Oi, Malleus-“ Leona’s warning growl went unnoticed by the dragon, too dazed to take in the world around him. His mind was only fixated on one thing.
“Missed you…” he breathed out as their lips broke apart. His eyes glowed acid green in the darkness of the room. “Where have you been, treasure?” As if unable to hear anything else, he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, and took a slow, deep inhale. “No matter, you’re here now. You’re-“ the moment he caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent - “Mine.”
(Y/N) shrieked as the fae sunk his teeth into her shoulder.
Just as suddenly as he had trapped her, he was aggressively pulled off of her.
“Malleus!” Leona roared. “Get your shit together!”
Faced with Leona’s stern tone and the sight of (Y/N)’s wide, incredulous eyes, Malleus’ glazed pupils started to regain focus. As if brought back from a trance, Malleus blinked a few times and took in the image of (Y/N) - backed into a corner, shocked into silence and the skin of her shoulder reddened from fang marks. He gingerly reached out to (Y/N)’s arm, silently requesting permission. The tension in her shoulders relaxed and she nodded, turning her shoulder towards him. Malleus brushed his fingers over her skin and took in the damage he’s done - not that much, there were two small pokes where his canines had sunk in, but no blood had spilled.
“…My apologies,” he panted, eyes stricken with guilt. “I didn’t mean to-“
“I know, it’s ok.” Despite still being a bit shaken, (Y/N) smiled reassuringly, and gently took his face in her hands. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
She started stroking her thumb over his face, in a familiar, usually calming gesture for the fae, when Malleus abruptly pulled back. With a low hiss, he made his way to the window on the opposite side of the room, propping his hands down on the windowsill.
“…Keep her away from me,” he growled.
(Y/N) felt cold at the loss of closeness, but did not take the sudden distance personally. While Malleus was gathering himself, she turned to Leona, who seemed the more sober out of the two. “How are you holding up?”
“Not terrible,” he admitted, deciding that, for now, he wouldn’t question how she found out of their situation. He took a step closer, reaching out his knuckles to move (Y/N)’s hair away from her shoulder, inspecting the superficial wound. Once he was satisfied, he hummed and moved his hand up to his own messy hair, trying to untangle some prominent knots. “I’m managing it. Lizard’s going through it though.” He smirked, blatantly ignoring Malleus glaring daggers into his back at the use of the unsavory nickname.
(Y/N)’s eyes wondered back to Malleus’ tense frame, sympathetically. “How can I help?”
“It’s better if you leave. I am lucid now, but I doubt I will be for much longer.” Leona’s eyes were tense.
(Y/N)’s mouth twitched downward and she rolled her eyes. “Look, I know. I was already given kind-of-a-prep-talk.” She caught Leona’s stare as his eyebrow rose, but she ignored it. “I want to stay. I want to help.”
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
His voice was low, as Leona strode forward, and used one hand to pin her against the wall. He pushed into her body until their chests were pressed together tightly - despite his composed, languid movements, (Y/N) felt his heart thumping rapidly within his rib cage. His other hand grabbed her chin, tilting it upwards towards his lips.
“We won’t go easy on you.” (Y/N) gasped as she felt Leona’s dick press on her stomach - after just barely having been so utterly overstimulated, it was already fully erect again. Leona smirked at her reaction, showing his sharp teeth. “And we won’t stop until we’re satisfied.”
Impulsively, (Y/N) grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand up to her lips. Soft, plump lips met his calloused hand -
And then she bit him.
Leona didn’t have to be told twice.
Her surroundings blurred as she was unceremoniously picked up and tossed on the bed. Leona’s slitted eyes, now also glazed over, bore into her as he pinned her arms up above her head on the soft mattress. He smirked down at her with an evil glint shining in his dilated pupils.
“I am going to break you.”
She didn’t have the chance to react as Leona made it his mission to remove every piece of clothing that was standing in between him and her flesh. By the time he reached her underwear, he lost patience. He ‘tsk’ed in frustration and dipped down in between her thighs, sinking his teeth into the thin fabric - and tore them apart. (Y/N) gasped and shot him a dirty look (goddamit she liked those panties-), but he ignored it, sitting up, too busy with admiring the sight before him.
His lips were slightly parted and his pupils blown out, as he stared in a trance in between her legs. Emboldened by his - dare she say, cute - short-circuited moment, she wiggled her hips for him.
“Well, kitten?” (Y/N) teased, dragging out her words. She smiled, and with her hand she brushed over the inner side of her thigh. Leona’s breath hitched. “Didn’t you say you were gonna break me? Already chickening out?”
Then, without warning, she snapped her legs shut.
He let out a devilish laugh and pushed her bent knees down to kiss her stomach, looking up at her face through his eyelashes. His hands busied themselves with caressing and squeezing at her sides.
“Oh, you’re gonna regret that later, mouse.”
Noticing the change in atmosphere, Malleus moved away from the windowsill to join them on the bed. He positioned himself behind (Y/N), propping her back up to his sturdy chest. His hand reached up to her chin, gently turning her head to face him. He smiled and pecked her cheek, before turning his attention to her lips, brushing against each other.
“Spread them for me, beastie,” he whispered, slithering out his long tongue and softly licking her bottom lip
(Y/N)’s breath hitched, and already pent up by Leona’s touches, wordlessly obliged. She felt Malleus smirk against her lips, kissing her softly as a reward. He then moved his head to nuzzle in the curve of her neck, and placed another kiss right under her earlobe - then another moving down her neck, and another, and another. (Y/N) shivered once Malleus parted his lips at the crook of her neck, and his sharp fangs made contact with her skin, just barely grazing over it.
Malleus lifted his glowing irises just enough to meet Leona’s.
“Humans are so greedy, aren’t they?” He whispered huskily, his deep voice reverberating through her.
As Leona removed his lips from her stomach and sat up, Malleus used the freed pathway to snake his arm down her body, to her exposed sex. A small whine left (Y/N)’s lips as Malleus glided his finger lazily above her entrance, teasingly brushing against her clit.
“Look here, kitten,” Malleus circled around her folds, spreading them apart for Leona to watch. “She’s dripping wet.”
Leona barked out a low laugh and licked his lips. “Already, mouse? We haven’t even started yet and you’re soaking.“
Malleus chuckled darkly and agreed. “Why don’t you have a taste?”
Malleus removed his finger to allow Leona access to her entrance. He looked up at (Y/N) with eyes fogging from lust, before he dipped down and took a long, hard lick of her heat. (Y/N) inhaled sharply at the contact, squirming in Malleus’ arms. He tightened his hold of her, circling his arms around her waist and resting one hand above her navel, effectively pinning her hips down to the bed.
“Keep her still for me, lizard,” Leona muttered while still breathing down her sex, “I’m not done with her greedy cunt.”
Malleus frowned, once again displeased with the nickname. “I could find better uses for that mouth of yours.”
Leona ignored the fae’s fussing, going back to lazily licking at the girl’s pussy. He slid his tongue all around her folds - dipping down to taste her wetness, before licking up again to circle around her bud - without ever actually making contact with her clit.
(Y/N) exhaled sharply, pent up and frustrated with this game.
“Did no one ever teach you not to play with your food?”
Leona raised an eyebrow, completely removing his mouth from her pussy. She whined at the loss, unconsciously lifting her hips to search for him. Leona simply smirked, his mouth still glistering from her juices, and pushed them back down on the bed.
“What was that, herbivore? I don’t think I heard you properly.”
As if the pent-up state the lion left her in wasn’t enough, Malleus rested his free hand on the curve of her left breast, brushing her nipple. She gasped at the contact, back arching further into his hand. The other, lonely breast was taken care of by the fae’s scaly tail, the tip curved around her sensitive bud and very slowly, gently, circling it. (Y/N)’s body reacted, her head falling back on Malleus’ shoulder. She whined softly, heat shooting straight to her core. She looked back at Leona, pleading.
Leona’s smirk only widened. “Beg.”
Enjoying the prospect, Malleus pinched both of her nipples for some extra motivation - (Y/N) moaned, now desperate.
“P-please…” she took in a sharp inhale of air as Malleus went back to rubbing circles on her nipples. “Please Leona, I need you, I need you now-“
Leona lunged right back in between her legs, lapping energetically at her heat. Sliding his tongue inside her hole to coat her walls in his saliva, before pulling out to suck feverishly on her clit. Leona left her moaning and whining in Malleus’ arms.
As she felt the lion suck particularly hard on her bud, a powerful jolt of pleasure racked her body and her head fell down on Malleus’s shoulder. She moaned loudly into his ear, and felt the dark fae shudder from behind her. He dug his face into the crook of her neck and took a deep, long inhale.
“…Can’t hold on for much longer…” he murmured, taking soft bites of her shoulder.
Leona groaned. The vibration sent another jolt through (Y/N)’s core. “Hold it in. I’m not done.”
Still stirred on by her whines and squirms, Malleus distracted himself by sucking on her neck, while Leona became harsher in his ministrations. (Y/N)’s moans became louder as the heat built up inside her. She gripped Malleus’ hand, still pushing down on her stomach, as she felt herself coming close. The fae interlocked their fingers, brushing his lips over her ear.
“That’s right, darling,” Malleus breathed, pinching her nipples with his free hand and tail. (Y/N) whined louder. “Come for him, love.”
With a few more sucks from Leona and the continuous caresses from Malleus, the girl came undone, shutting her legs instinctively around Leona’s head.
The lion gripped the flesh of her thighs, taking a few more long licks to ride out her high. Her chest heaved and she looked up at Malleus in the bliss of the afterglow.
She swallowed dryly.
Because the look in Malleus’ eyes told her they were nowhere near being done.
Leona strutted forward on the bed, his throbbing cock fully erect and standing upright. Now towering once again over (Y/N), he took in the sight of her disheveled, flushed body and licked his lips, taking the remnants of her fluids on his tongue. The tip of his length brushed over her folds, sending a shiver through both of their bodies. Leona smirked once again, now turning his attention to Malleus, their faces inches apart.
“Taste her,” he ordered and Malleus crashed their lips together.
The men’s tongues collided in a frenzy, high on (Y/N)’s intoxicating slick. Leona grabbed the back of Malleus’ head and kept him pinned to his mouth, their tongues battling for dominance like their lives depended on it. Leona’s sharp teeth sunk into Malleus’ bottom lip, a deep groan rumbling in the dragon’s chest.
Seeing them pretty much eat each other out in their feverish desperation reignited her heat, sending another wave of arousal down to her core. When they finally broke apart, a thin string of saliva still connecting their swollen lips, the two men stared her down in a way (Y/N) could only describe as being predatory.
“I think we’ve spoiled you enough, herbivore,” Leona almost growled out, pulling her off Malleus and into his own arms - the rash movement made her almost fall into his chest. His hand circled to the back of her neck, forcing her head to tilt upwards. His smirk was wide and menacing, and his eyes were almost completely glazed over - if she didn’t know any better, it almost seemed like they were staring through her. “On your knees.”
During this exchange, Malleus silently moved from his position, switching roles with Leona and taking his place in between her legs from behind. While (Y/N) strained her neck and watched his actions carefully, she hesitated to process Leona’s command. Before she could even properly turn back to face him, a sudden force shoved her head harshly into the lion’s lap. She let out a yelp, barely catching herself on Leona’s calves. Looking up at him in surprise, Leona sneered.
“What are you looking at me with those doe eyes for?” He mocked. “I don’t like repeating myself.” His hand briefly moved to her chin, letting his thumb graze her bottom lip. “Now be a good little mouse and open wide.”
This time, her attention was solely on him, heeding his request. Her tongue slid slowly along his engorged length, down from the base and all the way up to his angry, red tip. She pressed her entire tongue to his tip, tasting the drops of transparent liquid already slipping out. Leona exhaled sharply, entangling his fingers in her hair and moving a few wayward strands away from her face. She went down again, licking her way to his balls - circling her fingers around his cock and pumping slowly, she kissed and sucked at the heavy mass, feeling strands of curly hair brushing against her nose. Leona sighed in content, enjoying the languid pace and the comfortable waves of pleasure washing over him. But he knew it wouldn’t take too long for his impatience to make a comeback.
Sensing his subtle agitation, she parted her lips from the sensitive area and brought them back up to his tip. She kissed it gently before taking his bulging erection in her mouth - she struggled to properly fit her jaw around his protruding girth, slowly starting to bob her head up and down his length, sucking and twirling her tongue around it. Leona groaned in blissful content, enjoying both the feeling and the sight of (Y/N)’s mouth being full of his cock.
A jolt of pleasure sparked up her body when she felt Malleus’ long, slender finger entering her from behind and exploring the inside of her soaking walls. She moaned around Leona’s girth, briefly slowing down her pace to get used to the foreign object suddenly prodding around her insides. Leona didn’t like that.
The same hand gripping her hair suddenly pushed her head down harshly. (Y/N) lost her balance and choked on Leona’s cock as it forced its way down her throat. The lion pulled her head up again, leaving just his tip in her mouth and examining her flushed face. Tears built up in her eyes and she let out a soft whimper, which only seemed to rile him up more.
“No one gave you permission to slow down,” he sneered. “You do exactly what I say, understood?”
(Y/N) nodded meekly, going back down on him. Her throat hurt from the sharp punishment, and the tears threatening to spill made her feel pathetic - and she has never been this turned on in her life.
Malleus, usually the gentle one, always kept Leona in check if he became too aggressive. He was the comfort, the calm of the storm, the loving words whispered in her ear and the sweet kisses adorning her skin - but this time around, something about the lion using her throat as his personal fuck hole, mouth full and choking around his throbbing cock, bringing her to tears, whimpering and breaking apart - awoke something dangerous in him.
Malleus didn’t wait for her to get used to him and added two more fingers into her cunt. (Y/N) whined around Leona’s cock, feeling her walls so deliciously stretched out around Malleus’s fingers, but didn’t dare slow down. Even as Malleus started a relentless pace inside her dripping hole, she gripped Leona’s thighs and continued sucking him dry - if anything, the sudden pleasure delivered straight to her core was encouraging her to suck him harder, and faster. Not that she could have stopped even if she wanted to, Leona’s hand had an unyielding grip on her head, making sure she was right where he wanted her to be.
With three fingers inside her, Malleus used his thumb to rub on her clit. Already having climaxed once and on the verge of being overstimulated, (Y/N) moaned loudly and instinctively arched her back upwards, trying to pull away, to have a break.
A low, menacing growl reverberated from Malleus’ chest.
He removed his fingers from inside her completely and instead gripped her hips with both hands, his sharp nails digging into her flesh. She hissed around Leona’s cock at the sting, but didn’t have time to properly process the pain. The fae pulled her hips harshly towards him, making even Leona lose grip over her head. Her mouth slipped off of the lion’s dick as she fell forward on the bed with a yelp, and carefully looked back at Malleus.
The look in Malleus’ eyes sent a shiver down her spine. Of fear or lust or both, at that point she had no idea.
But she knew that whatever shred of composure and control he had maintained until then, was now completely gone.
“You dare pull away from me, human?”
She didn’t have the chance to explain before her head was shoved down again in Leona’s lap and down his length, this time by Malleus. Letting the lion regain his grip while she gagged around him, Malleus lifted her hips higher up in the air and shoved his full, engorged cock inside her soaked entrance in one single swing.
(Y/N) cried out at the sudden stretch, struggling to adjust to the full length and size of Malleus Draconia. If Leona’s dick was girthier and fuller, Malleus’ was longer and more curved, hitting the deepest spots inside her. She couldn’t even concentrate on the sudden, relentless pace the dragon instilled because Leona Kingscholar had also lost the last tiny shreds of patience and mercy. With a grip of steel on her hair, he started moving her head up and down his length himself, repeatedly shoving his girth down her throat.
Malleus did not wait for her to adjust and immediately went into a fast-paced rhythm. His cock slid easily in between her soaked folds, enjoying the feeling of being entirely engulfed by her warm pussy. Her cries and moans sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn’t help the primal urge of having her completely and utterly at his mercy.
The dragon bent forward, circling an arm around her waist and pressing her back to his chest. He planted his opened lips along her spine and sucked roughly at her skin, leaving dark, purple bruises at every patch of skin he could get to while still continuing his relentless pace. The sight of her skin now coated in red marks and bruises sent another wave of pleasure down to his groin - he groaned into her back, delivering a particularly rough thrust into her cunt, which milked another cry out of the girl. Malleus’ embrace tightened.
“You’re mine,” he breathed out, lost in ecstasy. “Mine, all mine, all mine…”
With each thrust, more and more heat was pooling down in (Y/N)’s abdomen. As if sensing it, Malleus moved his hand down her torso and squeezed at her flesh, right above her womb.
“Everything… all of you, you belong to me,” he slurred out huskily, completely dazed out. “I’ll make you scream for me, break you - make you bear my children.”
(Y/N) was a mess of moans, saliva, sweat and tears, as she had her holes ruthlessly fucked from all angles and her mind filled with the filth coming out of Malleus’ mouth. She could barely breathe, much less think from all the overwhelming pleasure. The heat inside her core was incomprehensibly intense, with waves and waves of pleasure rocking her body and tearing her apart from the inside at each violent thrust down her throat and inside her cunt.
She searched, desperately, for anything to grab onto and get a grip of reality. Her opened palm prodded in front of her and and brushed over a curved, hard surface - she immediately squeezed for dear life as another thrust threatened to break her apart. Leona hissed through his own groans, latching onto her hand and tearing her nails off of his thigh. He pinned her hand next to him on the bed. She cried out and gagged at another harsh thrust from Leona’s cock - punishment for clawing at him.
“Cheeky slut,” he growled, pulling at her hair. Presently, (Y/N) couldn’t even feel the sting anymore, too overwhelmed by the unyielding pain and pleasure. “You’re getting fucked out of your mind, and still don’t have enough?” He croaked out a laugh, gripping her pinned hand harder. “Fine.”
(Y/N) expected him to choke her on his dick again. Involuntarily, she closed her eyes and tried relaxing her throat, already preparing herself for the incoming thrust. What she didn’t expect was a sharp, stinging pain coming from her ass cheek.
A combination of a loud moan and a scream tore out of (Y/N)’s throat as Malleus harshly bit down on her ass. She couldn’t strain her head to look back at him, but she knew it must have reached blood. This time, she couldn’t keep the tears at bay anymore, and let them flow down freely on her cheeks, sniffling meekly around Leona’s cock. The vibration sent a powerful jolt through Leona, and his dick twitched in her mouth. She knew he was getting close, and so was she.
Her mind completely enveloped by fog, and her eyes clouded in tears, she instead concentrated on sucking harshly and with more fervor on the lion’s cock, wringing out a loud groan from him. She felt the heat building up once again inside her, about to spill.
She came at the same time as Leona with a muffled scream, loads of his hot cum shooting down her throat and spilling out from the corners of her mouth. She lapped at his dick as if on autopilot, trying not to lose any droplets of his fluids. Leona groaned heavily, slowing down significantly as he gently rode out his high in between her lips.
With his grip on her hair now loose, Malleus pulled her from his lap, shoved her head into the mattress and pounded into her harder. She didn’t think it was even possible, but here they were.
Wanting to see her tear-stricken face and relish in her lust, Malleus turned her around on the bed and fucked her ruthlessly from the front. He moved the hand that was pinning her head and grabbed onto one of the wooden spikes from the bed frame for support, which immediately gave out under the sheer force of his grip. Malleus rumbled in frustration, throwing the broken piece aside and clawing through the mattress instead. Tears spilled down her face as he mercilessly tore in and out of her in a frenzy. The look in his eyes was terrifying - it was no longer the Malleus she knew.
Cracked, quiet moans came out, as her throat was too sore to produce any meaningful sounds. Sobbing from pleasure and overstimulation, her hands once again wondered around on the bed, desperately searching for any comfort, any shred of compassion. She felt Leona responding to her silent plea and taking her hand in his - this time gentle and reassuring. He gripped her hand not harshly, but strong enough to ground her in reality and keep her from falling unconscious.
Her other hand shot out to Malleus, getting a hold of his back. In his frantic pace, her hand slipped, scratching into Malleus’s back. Instead of stalling, the action only seemed to stir him on - he moaned loudly, very close to straight up roaring, a crazed look in his glowing eyes. He continued thrusting into her roughly, tearing through her used-up cunt, balls slapping against her ass in a cacophony of sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
As she felt her third orgasm coming, Malleus’ pace finally started to falter. Feeling his cock twitch inside her, she was hit by another climax, weakly tearing through her overstimulated, exhausted pussy. Her walls clenched around him, body trembling uncontrollably underneath his large frame. The sudden tightness engulfing him was the last push he needed, and Malleus abruptly stopped to shoot his load deep inside her convulsing hole.
As if pulling out a plug, Malleus collapsed limply on (Y/N), still etched deep inside her. (Y/N) struggled to fill her lungs with air, finally getting the chance to breathe out without the overwhelming pressure inside her.
In a daze, she barely registered the shift on the bed, as Leona took both her and Malleus in his arms. He rested his back on the bed frame, and propped them up on each of his shoulders, twirling a finger in the air to pull up a blanket over their bodies using his magic. Breathing heavily, trembling and still silently crying her eyes out, she snuggled into Leona’s warmth, desperate for comfort. Her back hurt, her ass hurt, her clit was full and overstimulated to an unbearable extent - but she couldn’t care less. That was the most exhilarating round of sex she has ever had in her life.
Still, as satisfied as she was with the pleasure, she still needed to let out the height of her emotions that had built up throughout the intense session. Leona stroked her back gently as she buried her face in the curvature of his neck and cried out the remnants of her tears, a mixture of sniffles and dry coughs.
“There, you’re okay,” Leona whispered softly, still gently massaging her back. He stopped briefly to grip her shoulders and pull her in to kiss her temple. “You’re okay.”
After a few moments and a few more reassuring whispers, (Y/N) stopped crying and relaxed her body into Leona’s chest, exhaustedly gripping on the blanket to pull it higher on herself. She exhaled in content, and looked over to see how Malleus was doing.
He hadn’t been doing much better, struggling to catch his breath in the beginning and regain his bearings. His mind was still clouded in the thick fog of his heat winding down, but was snapped back to reality at hearing his partner cry. His eyes softened and he gingerly pulled out, instinctively snuggling closer to her trembling frame. Once her sniffles subsided and their eyes met, he hesitantly reached out his hand to stroke her cheek.
“Dearest, are you alright?”
(Y/N) wanted to respond but all that came out was a ragged cough. Malleus looked in concern and pulled his hand back, Leona’s fingers gingerly carding through her hair. She softly massaged her neck, trying to soothe the raspiness of her voice. Once she was satisfied, she tried again.
“I’m okay. Hurts a bit and exhausted, but it will pass.”
Malleus nodded, resting his hand on Leona’s chest, his tail laid comfortably over himself and the lion’s legs. He looked in surprise as (Y/N) lifted his fingers back up to her cheek and eagerly leaned into his touch. Malleus felt himself internally sigh in relief, her warm smile calming the guilt that threatened to spill out.
“…I apologize for how I acted,” Malleus began, a rare hint of shyness in his usually confident nature. “I never… wanted to hurt you.”
Despite her current state, (Y/N) waved him off. “I appreciate it, Mal, but I’m really ok. I was warned multiple times that you wouldn’t act like yourself, I knew what I was getting myself into.” Her smile turned impish, “Dare I say, I quite liked it…”
Malleus flushed and she felt Leona’s hand briefly still on her head.
“…Don’t get us riled up again, herbivore,” she could sense Leona’s smirk without even having to see it. “You need a break, a long one.”
(Y/N) chuckled, reaching her hand up to boop Leona’s nose. He scrunched it up in feigned annoyance, bringing out a stronger laugh bubbling up inside her.
The sudden jolt brought to her body made strings of cum spill out of her hole - unconsciously, Malleus dipped his finger down to push it back in. She shuddered at the oversensitivity of her sex, but did not stop him - he looked down at her body like a fascinated child, as if the prospect of her pussy being able to hold so much of his cum was the most interesting science fact he had ever heard in his life. The weird but endearing thought made her smile.
“More importantly - how are you guys holding up?”
Leona chuckled. “I can’t believe you’re still asking us that after having your brains fucked out.”
Despite being so tired she could probably sleep for decades, she stared Leona down in defiance.
“See? I can take you at your worst. I’m cool like that.”
Despite the roll of his eyes Leona smiled, and this time it was genuine, vulnerable. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, hand still busy smoothing out her disheveled hair. Then, he turned to Malleus.
“How’s your high?”
Malleus’ tired hum reverberated through the lion’s chest, as he removed his finger from (Y/N)’s entrance and licked it clean. His head shifted to bury his nose in the crook of Leona’s neck, inhaling more of his boyfriend’s comforting scent. “Down. I will be satisfied for a long while.”
Leona nodded in approval, finding himself in a similar state.
“Mouse, if you can’t handle more of this, now’s the chance to-“
Her glare shut him up immediately.
Suddenly remembering how worried she had been earlier today, she rose her head up from his chest and kept his eyes locked in an intense staring match. “Stop pushing me away. And speaking of, I’m still very mad at both of you.”
Malleus stared at her in confusion. “We’ve… upset you? Did we hurt-“
“No, Malleus!” Catching herself snap at him in frustration, she stopped and took a deep breath. “Sorry, that came out too harshly. You didn’t hurt me physically, not in any way I didn’t want you to at least.” She turned her eyes away, glaring daggers into Leona’s chest instead. “But you did hurt my feelings.”
The men looked at each other with unreadable expressions and waited attentively for (Y/N) to gather her words.
“You both start acting strange, and then without any word, any explanation, nothing - just vanish. Do you have any idea how worried I was? I almost tore this entire goddamn school down in search for you!” As she fiercely scolded them, she was remembering more and more details of her built-up frustrations. She pointed accusatorially to the lion, poking his chest with her finger. “Leona knew something was up, but didn’t say anything! And Malleus,” she removed the finger from her boyfriend’s dark chest, instead pointing it to the dragon and tapping his shoulder, “you also avoided every conversation I tried starting about your unusual behavior! I had to find out from Lilia that you were both in heat!”
That made the men pause. “How did he-“
“Oh please, as if he doesn’t know everything that goes on in this school! Do you have any idea how awkward it was to have him give me the talk?!” She leaned back in Leona’s arms so she could see both of them properly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Leona sighed. His tail thumped on the bed uncomfortably.
“I did start suspecting Malleus might be in heat when he started clinging on to us like a lost child,” he petted Malleus’ head to shut up his incoming complaints, “which would have been manageable with you and I being lucid. But his damn nesting triggered my own heat earlier than it should have come.” Leona ‘tsk’ed as if it was Malleus’ fault, which made the fae smirk, amused by the lion’s grief.
(Y/N) just stared at him blankly. “Nesting?”
“Dragon fae have a habit of preparing a ‘nest’ before the start of their heat,” Malleus explained. “It’s a symbol of love and safety, preparing for their partners and hypothetical future offsprings.”
(Y/N), still confused, turned to Leona for a translation.
“Remember when he started turning his entire room into a pillow fort?”
Ah, ok, makes sense.
The lion sighed. “One is manageable. But with the two of us out of it, there’s no telling what might go down.” He looked at (Y/N) intently. “It’s you against the two of us, out of our minds.”
(Y/N)’s brows furrowed. “No, Leona. It’s never me against you. It’s me with you.” She stared both of them down, hoping to get her feelings across. “We’re in this shit together. I expect you to trust me to make my own decisions, and to tell me if something like this is going on. And hell, if that means having my brains fucked out till I pass out, then so be it, it’s my decision.” With a final huff, she plopped herself back on Leona’s hard chest. “I’m staying.”
The men looked at each other in wordless acceptance. Malleus snuggled closer to (Y/N) in Leona’s embrace, careful so that his broken horn does not scratch either of them. He interlocked their fingers on their boyfriend’s chest.
“You’re right, beastie. We should have told you.” He gently brought their hands up to his lips, and kissed the back of her hand gently. Leona hummed in response, silently agreeing.
Satisfied with their apology, she snuggled into them and got comfortable. As her body relaxed into their warmth, her eyelids threatened to close.
“How much time till the high comes back?”
“Few hours, probably,” Leona responded, moving his hand to stroke her back. “Get some rest. You’ll need it.”
(Y/N) yawned and let her head fall in the crook of his neck. Looking over at Malleus, she saw him already passed out. She smiled, and gingerly moved a strand of his ebony hair away from his pale features, while Leona used his other hand to secure the fae’s waist to his chest. As (Y/N) closed her eyes, lulled to sleep by Leona’s gentle caresses and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, she saw the lion softly place a kiss to the top of Malleus’ head. She let sleep take over, happy that she could finally rest easy in the safe embrace of her lovers.
Well, at least until they both lost control again.