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The translucent dryads clung to the ancient frescoes, seeming to reach out to their master, who was depicted as a tree with spreading branches. They created a mystical atmosphere around the Luminary Throne, like a gathering of fireflies. Anaxa sat on a throne made of tree branches, his eyelashes fluttering mesmerizingly in the flickering light, his breath caught.
Khaslana, positioned behind him, held his professor's bare thighs with care, his lips gently caressing the man's arched neck. The man trembled in his arms, so vulnerable and exposed, his golden eyes filled with renewed arousal every time he arched his back, resting his head on Khaslana's shoulder. Khaslana ran his rough tongue along the man's neck, kissing the pulsing vein with approval as Anaxa let out a soft moan.
"Anaxa..."
His hand rose to his flushed face, gently rubbing his cheek with his finger, and he turned the professor, who was lost in his thoughts, toward him, wanting to kiss his parted lips, lick it, extract moans, and defile him...
Before he could kiss him, a gloved hand turned Anax back. As Khaslana watched, his professor's lips were pressed against his, parting them and connecting their tongues. Gripping his face, the Flame Reaver effortlessly turned him, causing the man to drown in the sensation of a measured and sensual kiss. Running his hand along Anaxa's twitching member, he carefully caught the moan that escaped Anaxa's lips, pulling away to give him a moment to catch his breath before pressing his wet lips back against his.
"Mn... haa," the man, who had succumbed to such attention, ran his hand through the other man's hair, unwilling to break the desired contact.
Unhappy with being interrupted, Khaslana returned to his role of satisfying the professor. Wrapping his arms around the professor's waist, he pressed his ear against the professor's hair and exhaled hot air, pleased with the way Anaxa shrugged and pulled away from the Flame Reaver.
Watching this childish behavior, Phainon could only sigh inwardly: was he really that possessive? Although, seeing how his professor was enjoying himself with other versions of himself, he wanted to be included as well.
Spreading the man's knees wider, the Deliverer ran his lips down the inside of his thighs, biting the sensitive skin and leaving a kiss on top. He loved this part of Anaxa's body, as well as the rest. His pale, almost pearly skin, adorned with a delicate pink pattern, and his weak and pliable legs, which looked good wrapped around his face or resting on his strong shoulders.
"Yes?" not hiding his joy at finally being given the professor's attention, which was hard to focus on him, distracted by those two guys—who were also him—Phainon leaned against Anaxa's thigh and smiled affectionately, like a loyal dog. "Did you call me, Anaxa?"
His voice was silky like velvet, with a subtle huskiness that was mesmerizing. Narrowing his eyes to capture another side of the Deliverer, Anaxa reached out to him with the hand that had recently rested in the Flame Reaver's hair.
"Come here," he said in an unconsciously authoritative tone, and Phainon's cock twitched in his pants at the sight.
In fact, Anaxa simply didn't want to neglect any of the three.
The dim light fell on his face and body, accentuating his curves and giving his skin a translucent, magical appearance. His mint-colored hair was in disarray, flowing over his shoulders and sticking to his damp back, and beads of sweat rolled down his taut abdomen, curving around his navel. Despite the fact that his legs were invitingly spread, Anaxa still exuded an aura of something divine and unattainable, and his wine-colored eyes sparkled with infectious merriment.
Accepting the invitation, Phainon wrapped his arms around the other man's thighs, leaving red fingerprints as they slipped slightly due to sweat, and pressed his aroused flesh against the other man's buttocks, feeling the warmth even through the fabric of his pants. Anaxa pursed his lips for a moment, imagining how the Deliverer would fuck him in this vulgar position, how he would lift him off the throne and make him lose his balance, how he would drive his cock deep into Anaxa, and from this angle, he would be able to see everything, from the desire that already filled his darkened blue eyes to the strong body that belonged to him.
After tasting the desired lips, Phainon bit down on the lower one, immediately drawing a momentarily stunned Anaxa into a quick and dirty kiss, as if he was starving for the feeling of stifled breath and the professor's warm tongue, which so charmingly tried to keep up with him, giving in to the other's pressure. He pulled away, leaving a viscous saliva between them for the two gazes to envy, and pressed back in, spreading it, pressing down on the man, and deepening the kiss. Moisture glistened on his trembling eyelashes, and his Adam's apple bobbed every time he tried to inhale.
Having lost their professor's attention, neither Khaslana nor the Flame Reaver wished to witness the moment of someone else's glory, even if they were one person.
Khaslana's body was filled with golden blood that boiled with the heat of several tens of millions of nuclei, his chest resembled sun-scorched rocks, and his hands left a phantom sensation of warmth that never faded. Gripping the firm thighs in his hands, he pulled Anaxa back to him, surrounding him with the heat of his body and pressing his lips to his shoulder. As he traced them along his shoulder blades, he suddenly bared his teeth and bit down.
Under an encouraging moan, the Flame Reaver caused his gauntlet to crumble in the air and ran a cool hand over the professor's quivering stomach. He gripped the professor's neat cock in his hands, stroking it with a tense expression, thinking about how much he wanted to climax too—with Anaxa's fingers, his mouth, or his body...
A single thought crossed the minds of all three of them, and Phainon reluctantly pulled away from the lips of such a charming professor, enjoying the way their breath mingled and a trickle of saliva rolled down the other man's chin, which he carefully wiped away with his thumb.
Anaxa's eyes were like a strong wine that had been stirred up, and his gaze was dark with desire, making it difficult to make sense of his thoughts. As he struggled to catch his breath, Khaslana bit into his earlobe, urging him to turn and look at him as well, while the Flame Reaver licked his chest, circling his nipple with his cool tongue. The professor let out a loud moan, burying his hands in Khaslana's hair to encourage him.
It was hard enough with just one Phainon. But when there were three, he went crazy.
His mind cleared for a moment as two fingers touched his lips, pushing slightly into his mouth, as if asking if he could. Looking up at the waiting the Deliverer through wet eyelashes, Anaxa opened his mouth thoughtfully, allowing them to enter under the watchful gaze of three pairs of eyes, which lit up with a predatory gleam as he began to thoughtfully suck on the first phalanx. Lazily turning his head on Khaslana's shoulder, he took them deeper, allowing Phainon to freely play with his mouth, spread his fingers like scissors, or watch his throat convulse when they went too far.
He swallowed, trying to push away the thought of how magnificent Anaxa would look between his legs, aroused and marked on his shoulders; how his mouth would be filled with a cock instead of biting words, trying to close his lips around it; how he would look at him through a veil of tears, but still with a defiant expression.
The Flame Reaver, who shared a vision of the vulgar Anaxa with him, nuzzled the professor's neck, pressing his cock against his thigh and exhaling lowly. The scent of mint mixed with sweat, and instead of calming him, it aroused him further.
As if in a daze, Phainon watched as Anaxa's lips, red from prolonged kissing, wrapped around the fingers that were thrusting into his mouth with rapid strokes. The muffled moans mixed with the slurping of saliva, and as the professor's ears were filled with these embarrassing sounds, he grabbed the Flame Reaver's collar and bit down on the Deliverer's fingers, feeling his lower abdomen no longer able to withstand the heat.
Phainon, Khaslana, and the Flame Reaver froze, stunned by the blatant moan.
Anaxa's thighs were still trembling from the orgasm, and he closed his eyes in bliss, finally feeling satisfied, oblivious to the Deliverer regaining control of his body and pulling him off the Luminary Throne by his legs, while Khaslana and the Flame Reaver, displeased with his actions, held the professor's pelvis or pressed against his chest.
Through the weakness in his limbs and the emptiness in his mind, the professor felt a warm liquid spread across his stomach, slowly dripping down to his thighs and slightly pulling at his skin. The Flame Reaver carefully wrapped his arm around the professor's knee, pulling it to the side, while Phaenon held onto the other knee, his fingers curled around the hole.
Anaxa lazily opened one eye as a middle finger dipped in his own saliva pushed inside and disturbed his brief rest after the pleasant but exhausting torture of the three.
His mind regained its sharpness, and he looked down at the Flame Reaver's hand, realizing that something warm and wet was rubbing against his thigh, occasionally stopping and then continuing again. Laughing at how inconspicuous the man was trying to be, the professor ran his hand along the other man's thigh, causing him to shudder.
'How charming,' Anaxa thought, marveling at how Phainon could be such a sexy monster, devising a plan to fuck him with three copies of himself while maintaining his innocence. "Isn't it heavy for you?"
Taken by surprise, the Flame Reaver could not utter a word under the caring and patient gaze of the wine-colored eyes that intoxicated him, only swallowing heavily and unable to look away.
"I'll help you," Anaxa whispered a little hoarsely, and his hand slid further, lightly tracing the groin of the frozen man. With his nails, he scratched his aroused flesh through the fabric and playfully asked. "Or are you against it?"
Mesmerized by the tempting voice and the spark of amusement in the eyes of the opposite, under the stunned gazes of Khaslana and Phainon, he put his palm on top of the professor and pressed, burying himself in his neck and exhaling blissfully. His fingers slipped into his pants, wrapping around his hard cock and covering it in the lubricant dripping from the head.
Frowning slightly as the second finger entered him, distracting him from the Flame Reaver, the professor said in an authoritative tone,
"Come on, kiss me."
The Flame Reaver, who was aroused to the point of insanity and basking in the attention, obediently covered Anaxa's lips with his own, sinking into them. It was as if a small spark had ignited into an uncontrollable fire, and he thrust into Anaxa's palm with such force that it sent chills down the professor's spine, imagining what it would be like to feel those powerful hips pounding into him. As if sensing his thoughts, Anaxa's fingers brushed against his prostate, causing him to pause and catch his breath.
Wet kisses landed on his cheek instead of his lips and slid down to his jaw. Noticing that Anaxa was free, Khaslana rubbed against his face, whispering,
“Anaxa, I want to, too."
“Hn, g-good…”
The arousal that had only recently been released from his body came back with a vengeance, and the professor almost sobbed at how good it felt, too good, as Khaslana bit his lower lip possessively, running his tongue over it and drawing him into a long kiss, his hands digging into his hips in a desire for more. His fingers tangled in the blonde hair, pulling it back as Anaxa felt a burning sensation in his chest.
"Wait," he commanded, pausing to take deep breaths, looking unconvincing with his flushed face and moist eyes.
But Khaslana obediently pursed his lips and pressed his mouth to his ear, biting the lobe and moving down to his shoulder with a quiet moan. Looking at the imprints of his own hands on the pale skin, satisfied with his work, he found the rest of his patience.
Distracted by the Flame Reaver and Khaslana, Anaxa could barely look at Phainon, but, Titans, it was worth it—the blush on the Deliverer's face made him look adorable, and the white strands falling over his forehead and cheeks were slightly sticky. With his eyes sparkling and his body tense, he ran his hand along his cock with force, and the professor blinked in surprise, not noticing how the head was placed against the stretched hole and pushed inside.
"Haa," Phainon exhaled, running a hand over his face and pushing his bangs back. Only then did he notice the intense gaze on him, and he felt a bit embarrassed. "Anaxa, do you like?"
It was only now that he realized that all three of them were addressing him by shortening his name and fucking him without proper respect. With a mental sigh, Anaxa just settled himself more comfortably on Khaslana's chest and replied:
"The way you're still squirming, no, but your face deserves extra points," he grinned, and Phainon finally gave up, slightly baring his teeth.
"So you're not going to take your eyes off that face?" the Deliverer chuckled, joining in the fun.
"We'll see," Anaxa said.
Taking hold of both of Anaxa's legs, Phainon gave a slight thrust, watching the other man's reaction. With his lips bitten and his skin drenched in sweat, the professor looked as if he had been tormented all night, driven to tears—the Deliverer could have sworn that if this had been his first time, he would have come just from watching his cock enter Anaxa, who was both depraved and insanely sexy.
Gripping the Flame Reaver's thigh and Khaslana's neck, Anaxa closed his eyes as the cock entered him halfway. His chest rose in a mesmerizing exhale as Phainon withdrew, sending a shudder through his body with a swift thrust.
"Hn... Ha-a... Mn..."
The slaps landed hard on his buttocks, mixing with his moans into an arousing melody. The thrusts were so forceful that the professor felt as if they would drive his soul out a second time, but Khaslana's strong arms held him in her lap.
Watching Anaxa, whose thoughts were in disarray and whose gaze was filled with nothing but the desire to take a cock, Phainon adjusted his legs, raising his pelvis higher and thrusting directly into the air.
The Flame Reaver's hands gripped his and his own cock, stroking in unison, and Anaxa nearly lost his mind, gasping for breath as the sensations overwhelmed him. A tear slowly rolled down his eyelashes, glinting slightly in the dim light, and Khaslana tenderly kissed his professor's tears, pleased that they were caused by him, by them.
Phainon's body tensed, and he gasped for breath. His eyes greedily rested on her flat stomach, and he felt a sudden urge to run his hand over it and feel the outline of his own penis. However, he was distracted from this fleeting thought by Khaslana's remark,
"It's time to change positions, Anaxa is tired," like the one who had been holding him all this time, he never stopped keeping that thought in mind. "And this time, he'll be facing me."
With a snort, the Deliverer returned to Anaxa, who was trying to regain his breath, and carefully pulled out of him. Anaxa's face wrinkled in displeasure, as if he didn't like being stopped, and a warmth filled Phainon's heart at the sight.
That's it, no more clones, he wants his professor all to himself.
Khaslana ran his fingers across Anaxa's cheek, drawing his attention and brushing away the mint-colored strands that had stuck to his face. With tenderness, he whispered,
"Will you spare some time for me now?"
Through the haze in his eyes, he could see the soft smile on the face of the other Phainon, who seemed to glow like a burning sun, yet was also filled with sadness. Pressing his palm to his face, Anaxa placed a short kiss on his lips and muttered in a daze,
"Of course."
As if they were the only two left, Khaslana carefully placed the professor on his lap, turning him to face him, his eyes fixed on the man's eyes and fluttering eyelashes. He pressed his lips against the professor's collarbone, leaving a small mark there, and licked it like a big dog, while Phainon pressed against the professor from behind, placing his hands directly over the red fingerprints, as if to cover them with his own.
With the first quick thrust, Anaxa pressed himself against Khaslana's hot body, and his moist lips traced a path of kisses along her ear and hair in an attempt to return the affection, but he quickly gave up, trying to wrap his arms around her broad back as the thrusts from behind pushed him harder against her fiery chest.
The Flame Reaver pressed his face against Anaxa's flushed skin and left a series of cool kisses, leaning down to the earlobe where a toothmark already adorned it, and leaving a second one on top.
Reaching his peak, Anaxa arched his back and rested his head on Phainon's shoulder, his cum spilling onto Khaslana's belly. He let out a hoarse moan that was more like a scream, almost deafening the others, as his walls clenched, accepting the white liquid that spilled inside.
After a few moments, the dancing dryads were replaced by a weary Anaxa, who had no energy to dodge Phainon's kisses as he covered his face, content that they were finally alone.
"Once again, it was your idea..."
"I admit, I'm stupid sometimes," the Deliverer moaned, burying his face in the professor's neck and wrapping his arms tightly around him.
Anaxa didn't respond, only smiling faintly.