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The King struggled against His binds, glaring fiercely up at D3rlord3, the one who'd captured Him. By his side was Avery, seemingly taking enjoyment out of His suffering based off the cute grin on his face. He was giggling, subtly flicking his fingers together, clearly excited. ...Eager. More-so than usual.
" Let Me go, " He growled, a warning, using His best attempt at a threatening voice.
"No," breathed D3rlord3, more affected by the scene than he'd ever admit. Too bad He could read minds. "Not until You learn how to behave. You want to be impatient? Then You don't get anything."
" Puny mortal, you think you can speak to Me like that? I am so far above-- "
He was spat on, interrupting His train of thought entirely as He stared up at the audacious human who dared to lay his filthy spit on His graceful form.
"Enough. You like that, hm? Pathetic, letting a creature so far below You make You into nothing more than a desperate hole."
" As if a human could ever please a God. You are nothing to Me, simply dirt beneath My heel-- "
"Be quiet already."
" Do not interrupt Me again, you insolent--! "
"Aves."
Avery handed over the gag they already had on standby. D3r pecked his cheek in thanks, making the overly excited slime giggle more, kissing him back more passionately. He was politely halted with a chaste kiss, reminding him of the scene they were building.
He moved to firmly secure the gag in place, the Kings mouth opening obediently as it was forced to stay open. He tested the strength of it, noting the way D3r had adjusted the strap based on how He reacted. Tightening it anytime it looked like He was able to move His mouth enough to let out another degrading remark.
"Aha. Glad we finally found a way to make You quiet. You really don't know how to shut up and obey, do You?" ...It was cute, seeing D3r so smug and teasing.
He was beating himself up in his head, though. Tsk.
The King made a noise of genuine annoyance, making them both pause for a moment.
This is meant to be enjoyable for all of us, spoke Him in their minds. You are both doing very good. Do not put yourselves down.
"Yes, King," giggled Avery. What was humorous about this? He was being serious and thought they would find His reassurance considerate, not funny.
"Understood. You are enjoying it as well, yes? I know You're quite clingy. If You start feeling negatively, don't be afraid to speak up." Ah. D3rlord3s reassuring yet rushing tone. Always trying to finalize and get right back to the scene. That was His favorite part about 'lovemaking', -- a foolish word, but what else would you call this? -- how all of them were always hurrying to start up again. It made Him feel a bit better about His need.
He simply nodded in reply, signifying that the scene had already been resumed.
"Um--" Avery fumbled awkwardly, quickly trying to remember what came next. "We've got You all tied up, King in Yellow! Now we're gonna make You watch us scissor it up--"
"...and if You're lucky, maybe we'll consider letting You cum." Interrupted D3r, clearly feeling the same awkwardness and hurriedly trying to fix it with his impressive charisma.
The King growled, sharp teeth digging into the ball gag as He struggled against the restraints. He tried to make a complaint, but the gag prevented Him from doing anything more than letting out pathetic noises like a muzzled dog.
The two looking down at Him and tried to hide how hot they found it -- not from the King, of course, since He could read their minds anyways -- to keep the scene intact. The shuffling of limbs was a little awkward as well, but it had a certain charm.
Avery pushed D3r back onto the bed, groaning as he realized how much armor he was still wearing. Sans his helmet, he still had all his armor on. He made a noise of equal displeasure, the metal likely suffocating from how turned on he was, and helped to take off his own armor.
"I wonder what You're imagining right now," he grunted as his hairy, muscular chest was freed. It had scars all over it, most notably the Yellow sign. It was carved directly above where his heart was, which was beating just below his ribs faster than ever right now. "I wonder if You're imaging pinning me down like Aves is. Maybe You're imagining fucking both of us. It's just too bad You won't be able to. Unless You're a very good boy, of course."
Avery made a surprised but pleased noise as D3r cupped his chest, lifting his shirt up and off before littering it with kisses. He massaged a breast in his left hand, tweaking the nipple there while he moved to suck on the other. His lovers definitely had a favorite part of Avery, and it was his chest. It was just so beautiful, perfectly sculpted for their and his enjoyment. It was round and soft, making for a perfect pillow, and his tits were oh-so sensitive.
If He had to guess, he'd say the best part of being a slime was being able to modify your body whenever you wanted. On days Avery felt more feminine, he could have boobs that reached the floor. On days he didn't feel like dealing with back pain, he could make them disappear entirely with the only 'downside' being that the matter had to go somewhere else. Though, that really wasn't a big problem. They'd love Avery no matter how he looked, or how he chooses to present each day. ...He was glad bringing him into His dimension gave him that opportunity to feel more comfortable everyday than he ever could on Earth. It made Him feel useful in more ways than just as a lover.
He especially adored how Avery looked right now, face flushed as D3r kissed him with such reverence it almost made the King jealous. His knight seemed to notice, smirking a little and clearly turning his head towards Him. Giving Him just a small sliver of the attention He oh-so desperately craved right now. He made a needy sound, unconsciously spreading.
"Aha... look at You. God, You just... So desperate for it. It almost makes me want to leave You here, unsatisfied."
...He knew for a fact he wouldn't, but the thought still sent a shiver down His spine.
"Der, please," whined Avery. And He was the desperate one. Right. The slime had already tugged off all his own clothes -- easy since he rarely wore much -- and had presented his dripping hole to Der.
"Fuck, Aves... okay, okay. Here, I'll..." He was already flustered from that display, hurriedly tugging off the rest of the pesky material covering his sun-kissed skin. He resisted the urge to start neatly putting it away and instead guided Avery's hips on top of his, pressing their clits together.
"Mmf-- Der... Move, pleeeease?"
"You don't have to beg, y'know..." That was simply a cover for how nervous he was of cumming early from the sound of Avery begging. It was a little funny, being able to read their thoughts while watching them. Sometimes it made Him feel guilty, though, being able to hear what they didn't want Him to. They had been educating Him on different emotions and what they feel like for a while, and He still was so confused. Why did humans need all of these? Most of them felt terrible. ...though, He supposed the terrible ones were worth it for whatever He felt right now.
He was snapped back into the present by the sound of a moan, having forgot He could get lost in thought at all.
"Aves--that's a good boy..." Their clits were rubbing against each other, heads pressed together just as intimately as they made out. The Kings folds dripped at the sight, begging to be filled or at least acknowledged.
"N'aww, you're so sweet..." They kissed over and over, giggling a little at the slight awkwardness and the sheer absurdity of the situation. They had been sucked into Minecraft by an eldritch horror, and now they were scissoring in front of it. Their tongues and thighs slotted together, shared noises becoming near pornographically loud. Maybe they should've recorded this one.
"...Hehe. Poor King's so wet."
And that was the most attention he got for 20 fucking minutes. Worst of all? He liked it. He loved watching them messily get eachother off while occasionally sparing him a glance.
"Mm... Der, could you rub like, up more? Fuck-! Hah... haha... Good boy."
D3rlord3 was a whining mess below Avery at this point, thighs spread open as they squirted on eachother for a third time, the King resetting their stamina once they were ready to go all over again. They'd been together for a long while at this point, so they didn't even need to verbally confirm it, they just knew. ...And the King could just read their minds. That made communication a lot easier.
"...Avery. You're- sticking to me."
"Aah- that feels weird. But good. Your skin is so wet. I can't really pull off..."
Avery had gotten so turned on his genitals had essentially started to melt, molding on top of D3rlord3s as if they were cuddling. He made a soft whimper as the human kept trying to separate them.
"...Does it hurt?"
"Nah. You just feel too nice. Don't wanna move..."
"Aves," he spoke, exasperated yet affectionate.
"Eheh, you like it though, don't you? You're getting all wet again. You don't want to get unstuck."
"...Quiet." He wished he had his helmet on, embarassed by the fact everyone could see just how flustered he was. Of course, the King would still be able to read his mind, but He never teased him unless he wanted to be.
He gently ran a finger over where their mounds were connected, softly peeling Avery off of him. Each brush of his fingers left the slime gasping, only ever reacting that strongly to D3rlord3s hands. He had some kind of fixation with them. The strong hands were calloused and scarred and just rough enough to make you feel a little controlled even when he was beneath you begging for it.
"There we go. You look a little lost in thought, Aves."
"It's 'cause I'm thinking about you fucking me." Hehe. That immediately made him flush.
"...I'll refill our waters, then we can start back up. Tease Him for me until I come back, alright?"
"Oh-- yay!" He happily curled up next to the King after D3r left the room, giggling at the way He immediately leaned into the touch. "Lemme just..." He took off the ball gag. "There we go. Speak, puppy."
" You. " He growled. " Touch Me this instant, mortal. "
"I thought You wanted to be let go?"
" ...Fuck Me and then let Me go. That is an order. "
"So needy... I feel kinda bad." He ran a slimy finger over His folds, giggling softly at the absolute sob of pleasure He let out. "Does it feel that good?"
" Put your fingers in. Now. "
"Hmhmhm... no."
" No? How dare you decline Me-- "
D3rlord3 came back, tsking. "I see He's misbehaving again."
" Misbehaving? I am an eldritch-- "
"We won't give You anything until You learn some manners, puppy." Teased Avery.
" Stop interrupting Me! "
"Gag Him again, Aves."
" Don't you dare-- wait. Wait, wait. I'll... behave. " He spoke the last word as if it was venom, a scowl on His face.
"Oh? Will You? Beg, then." They were both a little surprised at the forwardness of Avery, but it wasn't new, simply rare. ...They both preferred it though, to be honest. He was relentless with his teasing.
" Beg? You expect Me, a god compared to you insignificant mortals, to beg? "
"Siiigh. If You're really not going to, guess we have no choice but to leave You here, gagged and spread open for just anyone to take. Hehe. If they'd even want to."
His tentacles clenched at that. Fuck. Avery was too good at this. With D3rlord3, at least He could see the slight nervousness and hesitance in each word that made Him feel more in control. But this stupid slime wasn't human anymore, He wondered if he could even feel shame. He just spoke every word with such confidence it made a God want to submit to this band-tee wearing loser. Not an insult, just a fact. He wasn't particularly dominant, or intelligent, or even the Kings 'type' pyshically. There was no logical reason the King should feel so affected by the words of this weirdly-attractive weezo.
...and yet, He was wetter now than He had been all night.
As Avery reached to gag Him again, He grumbled half-heartedly before grunting out a, " Please. "
"Please...what?" butted in D3rlord3, far too happy to be saying that. Far too excited.
" Please. Fuck Me. "
"And how do You want to be fucked?" Hummed the knight, fully aware of exactly what the King wanted.
" Your... You know what I want. "
"Oh, I'm absolutely clueless. Enlighten me, Great All-Knowing." He had been slowly gifting his knowledge to the humans instead of forcing it all upon them, fully aware of how drastically that would backfire if he still wanted to maintain a healthy relationship with them.
" Your filthy, human dick. " He growled out. The strap was usually a bit too much for Him, He was truly desperate for it tonight. " ...Please. " He added, an afterthought.
"That's-- that's a good boy." It always made Him feel warm and fuzzy when He could fluster D3rlord3. Especially in roleplays like these, where he was meant to be in control of Him.
He let out a happy noise as Avery cuddled up to His side, gently easing a finger into His under-stimulated hole. "There You go... Der, I'll prep Him, but I still want your dick too!"
He was fetching the strap-on, sighing fondly at the neediness of his lovers. "I'll fuck you while you get Him ready then, you impatient thing." He chuckled a little at the end, whole role play practically unraveled, as they always seemed to get.
Avery made an eager noise, getting down to run a tongue over the Kings folds alongside his own, slimy fingers. He giggled against the warm, wet void as the King trembled even more from the vibration. He always reacted the most to this, even though Avery's tongue felt the same as everything on his body, just slime. Maybe the added breath?
" Ave- Avery... " That made his heart flutter a little. It always felt good to hear Him lose his cool, calculated demeanor. ...Though, he wished He'd say his nickname once in a while. Always so fancy schmancy with it.
"Yeees? Hm? What do You need, handsome?"
" Stay there. Please. I want to feel you moan. " He practically purred at the end, rutting against his face.
"Eheh," he giggled lightly as he presented himself to Der, "if You insist!" He shuddered as two strong, calloused hands were placed on his hips. Loving, gentle, considerate, but rough in nature.
"Are you sure it's not cold, Aves?" He whispered, unintentionally -- or was he this sexy on purpose? -- making his boyfriends doubly turned on. When he was turned on, his voice always got all... weighted? Heavy? Avery didn't really know the word, but it was hot as hell.
"It's not," his breath hitched at the feeling of the silicone head slowly sheathing him open. "It's so warm. Your cock is so warm, fuck... You did a good job, warming it up for me." He could feel the reaction Der let out at the praise without even having to face him. He smirked smugly against the Kings needy folds, loudly yet silently demanding he focused his attention on Him again. "There there, big guy. Daddy Avery's got you."
" Do not ever say that again," He cringed.
"Yes, King," he giggled. The King didn't seem amused at all, maybe even confused. His lighthearted teasing was interrupted by a moan as Der pushed the rest into him. "Fuck--!"
"Sorry. Does it hurt?"
"Hhh... no, feels good. Just sudden. Warn a guy!"
Now it was his turn to giggle, letting out a soft "sorry." He pressed a kiss to his shoulder -- that part that connected to the neck but wasn't quite on it -- and all was forgiven. His lips were chapped. Tsk! Making him wait just to get water and not even drinking it.
Der slowly moved his hips, making a soft squelching noise as he gently made love to Avery.
"Der... Fuck-- rougher, please. Remember the whole role play thing?" He was moving his tongue against the Kings weird clit-thing more lazily now, fingering Him to make up for it.
"The role play was just for the King... but if you really want, maybe I could tie you both up?" He sped up only a little, not even going rougher. That was the one thing that irritated him about Der--he was always so gentle! Only with Avery, too. The King got all of Ders dominant side, which was usually not a problem since Avery liked to be more vanilla anyways, but he wanted at least some attention like that! Not fair.
" Isn't it a little late to change the entire scene? We had a rough script... "
"You just want all the attention to Yourself," Avery tried to pout, though it was a little difficult with your mouth full of eldritch pussy.
" I'm simply trying to stay true to the script. In theater-- "
"You like theater?" Avery spoke against His soaked folds--right, bad time for small talk. He licked against His clit again, making a happy noise as it began to grow into His... weird tentacle dick thing. He didn't really understand how it worked, but he was so glad he was able to bring His dick out without any help this time! He'd only done it once before, apparently too mediocre at eating pussy to do it regularly. Hah! His training paid off!
" Avery... Please, My dick-- "
"Aves, since you're both so desperate for it, how about you ride His cock while I fuck Him? I can tie you up if you want, but the bondage'll be pretty rushed."
"Hm...nah. To the tying up part, I wanna ride the shit out of Him. I was kinda the jealous one, hehe. Little King just looks like He's having so much fun tied up! Buuuuuut... I'll hold you up on that offer someday." He climbed into the Kings lap, pulling off Ders silicone cock with a lewd 'pop!' sound. The Kings tentacle thing was smaller than the strap luckily, so it wouldn't be too hard to ease himself on it.
"Let me know if it becomes too much," whispered Der from behind Avery, directed to both of them though more strongly to the King. The chair creaked at the weight of an entire eldritch and a slime, the annoying noise becoming even more loud as Der slowly entered the King and his soft thrusts shook the chair with each plap. Oh well. Not every part of sex can be...well, sexy.
Avery was a little nervous as he slowly speared himself open on the tentacle, but the King gently leaned into him, the warmth of His void body thing comforting. That big softie, always making sure His boyfriends were happy and content. How had this guy been a scary eldritch evil dude at some point? He's so sweet.
" Avery, do you need help getting settled on it? D3rlord3-- that's... to the left, that's My.. Fuck-! "
"You always do that," Der spoke nonchalantly, being the only one not getting direct stimuli right now. He seemed to prefer it though. Made him feel better taking care of his lovers than getting fucked did or something along those lines. "You always say my full username."
" I do? That's... not important right now. Please, faster. "
"...Fair point. But I want to talk about that after, okay?" The King couldn't even mutter a reply to that, just moaning shakily.
Avery got used to the feeling quickly, steadying himself on the Kings chest as he gently bounced on His cock. "Fffuck..."
He leaned his head in, gently resting his forehead on what he hoped was the Kings as they both moaned. He kissed what he assumed was His mouth, and felt enough like it, his own tongue still tasting of the eldritchs slick.
With the overwhelming stimuli and how long He'd been edged, it only took the King 30 minutes to cum. ...That sounded like a long time, but with how long He usually took it was incredibly early. He actually seemed embarassed about it, but to his already-tired boyfriends it was a blessing. Avery had squirted on Him and it had just... disappeared. No matter how long they were together, neither would ever understand the way the Kings body worked fully.
"Der... You're really sure you don't want anything in return?"
"I told you, I'm fine--"
" D3rlord3. There is no shame in needing pleasure. "
"King..." he spoke softly. "Please. I assure You, I don't need it."
" ...And you do not want it? "
A pause.
"I do not need it," he spoke in a finalizing manner, just to add more. "...And I would rather take care of you both right now. You can return the favor by being good."
"I don't get it... Why don't you want to finish? It's not no nut November, is it?"
"...It's December, and I've cum tonight anyways."
" Are you worried you'll react over-sensitively? "
"What? No-!" He rushed defensively, just to be interrupted by a...
"Aaaw! That's really cute, Der. But it's alright, Daddy Avery will take care of you."
Both of them looked over at him, utterly unamused.
"Aves, do not ever say that again."
"Maaaan, you too? I thought it was a good line..."
" It was really not. "
"Hmph. Well, then Papa Avery--"
"God, no," he laughed. "Not that one either."
"...Dang it. Well, I'm not seeing any suggestions here!"
" Why not just 'Avery'? You have a very pretty name. "
"It is pretty nice, I know. But I'm going for a more dominant version."
"Avery is plenty...dominant."
"You think?"
" Oh, yes. Incredibly. "
"Well, then... Der, I demand you let just Avery finger you! ...pretty please."
" Just Avery. I can't join? "
"I more meant just Avery as in the name... Just Avery and the King, then!"
"Well, that's all I was planning on letting finger me," he chuckled.
" Oh? Not even yourself? "
"What need is there anymore? You two paw at me for it all day anyways. Good thing I'm generous."
"Hehe. Very, very generous! Now, uhh... let's dig in!"
" Dear God. We need to gag you next time. "
He giggled, fully aware of how corny that was and doing it on purpose at this point. He relished in the cringe on their faces as they quickly got into 'the mood' again anyways, used enough to Avery's smooth lines to move on past them. They both embraced Der as they lowered him on the bed, the King clinging to his left side as Avery practically melted into his right. ...Well, wouldn't be the first time he melted onto Der tonight.
They were a little lazy with it, and it really didn't take much for Der to cum this late in the night. They both eased in their fingers; the King only adding one as His fingers were much larger, and Avery pushing in two. They fought a bit for who got to press against his sweet spot as it was closer to his left, though they eventually made peace under the shared desire of wanting to make him squirt. And holy shit did he, making a bigger mess than he had all night--well, except for on the chair. That ended with cum everywhere. Would be a pain to clean up if one of them wasn't the god of this weird dimension thing.
They all settled down more after, cuddling together under the warm, yellow blanket. Avery ended up hogging most of it, though the other two didn't mind much as the King didn't really need it anyways and Der managed to be comfortable in every situation. He actually used to sleep in his armor, believe it or not, and his lovers had to convince him out of it. It ended in a full day threesome. Oh-- this had started kinda similarly too! Late last night, they noticed the King had been acting way... fluffier than normal? Did that make any sense? Even if it didn't, that was the only way to describe His behavior.
Anyways, He had been constantly clinging to the two anywhere they went. Even in the bathroom! When they asked Him about it, apparently it was because soon He'd be giving them knowledge on Him. Said it would be very difficult to comprehend or whatever smart word He used. Anyways, He said He wanted to show them all of Him, even the bad. And when He did, they noticed how rude he was to humans and, well... Apparently Der was into brat taming.
...and apparently Avery was too. Hehe. Crazy day.