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“Fjord!” exclaimed Veth, practically shouting in his face as she did so. “Fjord, would you do me a favor,” she continued, though she didn’t say it like a question. She had her hands on either side of his face, smushing his cheeks in while she was looking deep into his eyes with her warm brown ones. A novelty that still hadn’t worn out for him, still half expecting to see the yellow goblin ones she’d had almost the entire time he had known her. “Could you do the voice. Your old voice I mean. It’s so much sexier than your real voice.”
Fjord took a deep breath before replying. He was finding it hard to deny her anything right now. Not when the excitement and relief of her permanently having her body back was still coursing through the entire party. And definitely not while he was lying under her as she straddled his hips. The both of them stark naked. Not for the first time tonight, Fjord wondered how he ended up in this position. Both literally and figuratively. Though he already knew the answer to that: Caleb. Fjord still wasn’t entirely sure how the Caleb had convinced him to let Veth and him into his bed. But here they all were.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I reckon I can do that for ya’,” he replied, his voice slipping into Vandran’s accent once again, like putting on an old coat. His voice slightly muffled by Veth’s hold on his face.
She smacked his chest with both hands and let out a whoop of approval. Fjord grunted in surprise (and alright, a little pain), just thankful that Veth didn’t have her goblin claws anymore.
“But Fjord, I quite like your real accent,” said Caleb as he set down a small bottle of oil on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, as naked as the two of them.
“Uh...” was all Fjord managed to say, scrambling for a solution that would please both of his bedmates.
“I am just messing with you,” Caleb said, playfully patting Fjord on the cheek as he sat down next to where Fjord lay, a small smile on his lips. “If that’s what you and Veth want to do, it is fine by me.”
Fjord let out a sigh of relief, crisis averted. He was about to say something when Caleb leaned forward and whispered into Veth’s ear. Fjord only caught the tail end it, which sounded like “-gave his approval?”
Veth gave a dismissive wave of her hand, followed by “Of course he did!” clearly not caring if Fjord heard her.
Fjord had a sneaking suspicion he knew what they were talking about, and that Veth was lying, but Fjord was loathe to question her. Whatever was going on with her marriage was none of his business, and he didn’t think she’d appreciate him trying to butt in anyway. He thought Caleb was about to call her out on it, but Caleb merely shook his head as he pulled back from her.
“If you say so,” he said under his breath.
For a split second, Fjord thought Caleb was about to say more to Veth, but was relieved when Caleb simply leaned in and kissed her. Full on the lips, one hand on the side of her face to pull her in close, while the other lightly tugged at one of her braids. Fjord could hear them both make small noises of pleasure as she reached out and ran her hands through his hair.
Fjord couldn’t help but lay their transfixed by their kiss, the intensity and hunger behind it. He had a feeling this wasn’t the first time they had kissed each other like that, though he distantly wondered if it was their first time with Veth permanently back in her body.
Without being fully cognizant of what he was doing, Fjord felt his hands begin snaking their way up Veth’s side, pausing briefly at her waist, seemingly to gauge her reaction, before continuing their ascent. He let out a shuddering breath when his hands reached her breasts, and had to bite back a groan as he began lightly kneading them; marveling at how they were almost spilling out of his hands. Something that felt like it shouldn’t be possible with their size difference, but Fjord was nevertheless grateful for.
“So soft...” Fjord heard himself mumble in his own accent.
Veth broke her kiss with Caleb and gave Fjord a reproachful look.
“Fjord. Your voice,” she said, obviously annoyed.
Before Fjord could respond, Caleb let out a low chuckle and kissed her on the cheek.
“Now Veth,” said Caleb, his voice heavy with affection. “We are guests in Fjord’s bed. Let’s try to be courteous while we are here.”
Caleb laid back on the bed alongside Fjord, and delicately traced a finger down the side of his face, looking at him with such open affection, Fjord found it almost unbearable. It was right when Fjord felt like he couldn’t stand Caleb looking at him like that much longer, that Caleb finally cupped Fjord’s cheeks and leaned down to kiss him.
Fjord gave a groan of appreciation into Caleb’s mouth, enjoying the soft feel of the other man’s lips and tongue, warm excitement spreading throughout his body as Caleb deepened the kiss. Fjord was relieved to know that Caleb’s mouth fit perfectly between his tusks, something he had long wondered about.
He heard a sharp intake of breath from Veth, and couldn’t help but give a small smile in amusement, knowing that she must be enjoying the show he and Caleb were putting on. He slowly withdrew his hands from Veth and slid them over Caleb’s back and chest, unable to resist the temptation to touch the man who had looked at him with such reverence.
All three carried on like that, Caleb and Fjord exploring each other’s mouths and bodies, while Veth watched from the comfort of Fjord hips. Fjord thought he could feel her playing with herself while she continued to straddle him, letting out small gasps as she did so. Fjord felt himself get fully hard under all the attention.
It wasn’t too long though before Fjord found himself getting restless. As much as he was enjoying all of this, he wanted more. He shifted slightly and let out a small grunt of frustration, unsure what to do. He still had Veth on him, otherwise he would’ve swung a leg over Caleb and pulled him in closer, but Fjord had the feeling that if he tried to dislodge Veth from her current viewing position, he and Caleb both would be getting an earful from her.
Feeling desperate, Fjord broke the kiss with Caleb and took several shuddering breaths as he reached for Caleb’s cock and gave it a few gentle tugs, hoping his meaning was clear. It elicited a moan from the both of them, Caleb from suddenly being gripped by Fjord, and Fjord at finding that Caleb was fully hard, his cock already leaking precum. While he had hoped this would have gotten Caleb to move past just kissing, Caleb moved his attention to Fjord’s neck, giving him an open mouth kiss on his pulse point. Fjord’s plan now backfiring on him, he gave an involuntary whine into Caleb’s ear, feeling absolutely desperate.
“Caleb... come on,” he moaned, tugging on Caleb’s cock a bit more forcefully.
“Bah! So impatient!” said Caleb, an amused tone to his voice. He carded his hand through Fjord’s hair, pushing it out of his face. “Fjord,” he started, his voice kind. “Am I right to assume you’ve never slept with someone Veth’s size before?” he asked.
Fjord was finding it difficult to answer, his head still swimming from all of Caleb’s attention, and he still had a hold on Caleb’s cock. He was honestly baffled at how Caleb managed to be so composed through all of this.
“Ha!” cut in Veth, slicing through Fjord’s muddled thoughts. “As if you even need to ask that,” she said, a knowing smirk on her face.
“Veth,” Caleb had started to say, but before he could finish his sentence, Fjord had let go of him, grabbed Veth by the waist, and in one fluid motion had her pinned to the bed with his body, a hand across her mouth for good measure.
Fjord had expected her to be outraged by this, but was surprised to find she looked thrilled. Her eyes crinkling in mischievous glee.
“No, Caleb,” said Fjord, letting out a few deep breaths. “To answer your question, I haven’t slept with anyone Veth’s size before,” he said, putting in the extra effort to deepen and drawl out his voice for her benefit.
Veth shivered in what Fjord had to assume was appreciation at his voice, and felt her give a playful nip of his hand. It didn’t escape his notice that she made no attempt to actually try to bite him.
“Alright then. Good to know, that won’t be a problem though, since I already know what I’m doing,” said Caleb.
Fjord was tempted to ask if Caleb’s experience was with Veth or some other halfling, but ultimately decided against it. He wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know the answer to that question.
“Um, alright,” was all Fjord could think to reply. “So, I guess you’ll be with her first and you’ll want me to—” Fjord had started to ask when Caleb interrupted him.
“Ja, I want you to fuck me, Fjord,” Caleb said, an undeniable note of excitement to his voice. “But first...” he gestured to Veth, who was still pinned under Fjord.
Somewhat reluctantly, Fjord eased up, only removing his hand from her mouth when he was fully off of her.
“Gods Fjord, how are your hands softer than mine?” Veth asked as she wiped at her mouth.
Fjord elected to not dignify that with a response.
“Here, come here, Veth,” said Caleb.
He was gently tugging her by the arm, steering her to lie back with her head on a pillow, rubbing up and down one of her sides as he laid down next to her. He kissed her stomach a few times before gesturing for Fjord to lie down next to her.
“Before we do anything, I need to get Veth ready, and I thought you could help me with that Fjord,” explained Caleb.
“Me?” Fjord blanched.
“Him!?” Veth exclaimed at the same time as Fjord.
“Ja, his fingers are much thicker than mine, they should feel good, no?” he said, looking back and forth at the two of them.
Veth made a noise of annoyance. “What? I’m supposed let him stick his little twig fingers in me and enjoy it?” she asked indignantly.
“I think they’re a bit thicker than little twigs, Veth,” Caleb said simply.
Veth made a dismissive noise.
“You know, Veth, if you’re uncomfortable, I’m more than happy to not do that,” said Fjord. He started to move away, to show that he was serious about his offer.
“No!” Veth said sharply, grabbing his hand. “I mean... It’s fine. If Caleb thinks it’s a good idea,” she finished softly. She seemed to be examining his fingers, stroking them lightly as she did so.
“Alright then,” Fjord said as he settled back down, his head on the same pillow as her; he closed his hand around both of hers.
“Are you two ready? Veth? Fjord?” asked Caleb, as he leaned his head against her shoulder, his hand positioned right by her entrance.
“I’ve been ready,” Veth said, her voice dripping with impatience. “Let’s get this show on the road!” she said and gave them each a loud kiss, Caleb on his forehead, and Fjord on his cheek.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Fjord said, a bit taken aback by Veth’s sudden displays of affection towards him.
“Excellent,” Caleb said with a sigh, and he slowly began to penetrate Veth with his middle finger.
“Let me know if it’s too much, or if I’m going to quickly for you,” said Caleb, his voice barely above a whisper.
Veth gave an enthusiastic nod of her head, and let a loud moan and gripped Fjord’s hand tightly as Caleb moved deeper inside her.
Not entirely sure what to do with himself, Fjord placed his free hand on Veth’s abdomen and simply watched as Caleb seemingly worked his magic on her. He half expected Veth to give him shit, but was thankful when she didn’t. He assumed it was because she was too distracted by Caleb to take much notice of anything else.
A moment later, and to Fjord’s surprise, Veth reached for the hand he had on her stomach and moved it to one of her breasts. “For fuck’s sake Fjord, I had these specially made, the least you can do is appreciate them!”
“Alright. Will do,” Fjord said, slightly taken aback that Veth would make a demand like that of him. Not that he was about to complain.
“Ever the sweet talker, this one,” Veth said under her breath, accompanied by an eye roll.
Choosing to give a different sort of response to that, Fjord pinched and rolled one of her nipples in retaliation, taking great satisfaction when she suddenly had to cover her mouth to muffle herself. He kissed her cheek and proceeded to gently massage her breasts, going back and forth between the two them, while Caleb continued on her in tandem.
A few minutes later, Caleb pulled out from Veth and was reaching for Fjord’s hand. “Here, now you, Fjord,” he said as he placed Fjord’s hand at her entrance. “Just make sure to go slowly.”
Fjord nodded at Caleb and looked back at Veth, wanting her confirmation before he went any further.
Veth opened her legs wider. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead. I’ll be sure to let you know if you’re terrible at it,” she said, a mocking grin on her face.
Letting out a deep breath, Fjord entered her with his index finger, and was almost startled to find just how wet she already was, practically dripping onto his knuckles as he moved deeper within her. Fjord kept in mind what Caleb had said, and made sure to go slowly; he did ultimately want this to feel good for her after all.
It only took a moment before Fjord found that sweet spot inside her, made obvious by the sudden gasps and whines she let out.
“Yes, yes right there, Fjord, right fucking there!” she exclaimed, and gestured for him to move in closer to her.
Assuming she was going to whisper something to him, Fjord leaned in close, only to be surprised when Veth pulled him in by his jaw for an open-mouthed kiss, parting his lips with a small nip before entering his mouth with her tongue. After the initial shock wore off, Fjord found himself happily returning Veth’s kiss, only a little stupefied at how much he was genuinely enjoying himself.
“Nice to see you two getting along for a change,” Fjord heard Caleb say, his tone warm and loving.
At that, Veth pulled away from Fjord and gave a dismissive wave of her hand, mumbling under her breath about Fjord finally being good for something.
Caleb nosed the side of her face, mumbling something about stubborn halfings, and began rubbing small circles into her clit. Veth, evidently caught off guard by Caleb’s ministrations, gave a sudden buck of her hips into both of their hands and let out a ridiculously loud and excited whine in response. Without thinking, Fjord slapped a hand over her mouth, worried that someone might hear her through the walls of the ship.
“While I understand the instinct,” Caleb said, a low chuckle coming from him as he removed Fjord’s hand, “I need her to be able to tell us if anything is too much.”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Fjord said, feeling sheepish.
Caleb gave him a reassuring smile, and kissed the palm of Fjord’s hand before letting it go. “Don’t be, you’re new to this. But yes, Veth, you need to try to be quieter. No need to alert the whole ship to what we are doing.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be quieter. Just get on with it already” she replied, impatience coloring her voice.
Caleb didn’t need to be told twice, and gestured for Fjord to withdraw his hand. He followed that up by hovering over Veth, lining himself up with her entrance, he gave himself a few languid strokes before placing just the tip in her. As he slowly sank into her, he held onto her waist, the both of them letting out a series of moans and gasps, which they each did their best to stifle; Veth threw her arms around Caleb’s neck and buried her face into his shoulder, while he bit his bottom lip. After a few deep breaths, Caleb gave a few soft thrusts, listening to Veth intently for any signs of discomfort.
“I’m assuming you know how this goes, ja?” asked Caleb, suddenly looking at Fjord, who had almost forgotten he was supposed to be involved in what was happening here. Caleb cocked his head towards the bottle of oil on the nightstand, his meaning perfectly clear.
Normally, Fjord might have bristled at a question like that, but he knew Caleb was being sincere when he asked it. “Yeah,” he said getting off the bed to get the small glass bottle. “I know how this goes,” he said. He made sure to say it with a confidence that let Caleb know he wasn’t just bullshitting. He uncorked the bottle and began pouring a generous amount of oil into his hand as he kneeled back onto the bed behind Caleb.
“Alright,” said Caleb as he turned his attention back to Veth again. “Just be sure to go slow and not be too rough. I would hate to have to wake up Caduceus for a healing spell,” he said as he ran a hand down one of Veth’s braids.
Fjord gave an involuntary shudder at the thought. “I mean… if worse came to worse, I’d be more than willing to Lay on Hands for her,” Fjord replied as he re-corked the bottle and lightly tossed it towards the pillows. “Seeing as I’ve already done a bit more than that tonight,” said Fjord, smirking just a bit as he did. Caleb gave a slight chuckle at that.
“Fair point, but please. Do try to be careful,” he said, his tone serious.
“Don’t worry, I plan to,” Fjord whispered reassuringly.
Crawling forward, Fjord kissed his way up Caleb’s back, and traced his hand down Caleb’s spine once he was fully laid out, lying partially on top of Caleb. Fjord kissed Caleb’s shoulder, and lightly circled Caleb’s entrance with two fingers.
“Let me know if it’s too much, or if I’m going to quickly for you,” Fjord said, dragging out his drawl to an almost absurd degree, repeating what Caleb had said to Veth earlier.
Caleb gave a small chuckle, recognizing his words being parroted back to him.
“Pfft, don’t be ridiculous, Caleb will be fine,” piped in Veth, slightly muffled by her still pressing her face into Caleb’s shoulder.
“Uh-huh,” was all Fjord said as he sank his fingers into Caleb. He took a great deal of satisfaction when Caleb let out a low groan from deep in his chest. He really hadn’t just been bullshitting when he’d told Caleb he knew what he was doing.
He kissed his way back and forth across Caleb’s shoulder, enjoying all the sounds Caleb was making as he worked him open.
“Does that feel good?” Fjord asked, his voice husky and deep. He was so focused on what he was doing to Caleb, he didn’t notice his accent slip.
“Fjord, for fuck’s sake,” said Veth, clearly reaching the end of her rope. “Bad enough I had you poking around in me tonight, now I have to listen to your stupid accent?”
“Shh, Veth,” said Caleb through gasps and moans. He snaked a hand between the two of them. “Here, this should keep you from caring about Fjord’s accent,” he said as he started rubbing circles into her clit.
Veth had to bite Caleb’s shoulder to keep from waking up the entire ship, her grip around his neck tightening even more.
“Thank you,” Fjord whispered into Caleb’s ear, making a point to use his real accent.
Caleb opened his mouth to respond, but it was at that exact moment that Fjord found that sweet spot inside of him, and was only able to let out a deep moan.
“Do you think you’re ready for me?” Fjord asked, he kissed both of Caleb’s shoulder blades while he waited for a response.
“Ja, Fjord, bitte, bitte!” was all Caleb managed to get out while Fjord continued working him with his fingers.
Fjord slowly withdrew from Caleb, and reached for the bottle of oil again, using it to generously lather his cock before tossing it back towards the pillows. He moved to lay directly over Caleb, bracketing him on either side with his forearms, making sure not to put too much of his weight on him and Veth.
He peppered Caleb’s shoulder blades with kisses as he lined himself up.
“Nice and easy,” he whispered to himself as he slowly began to enter Caleb.
Both men let out intense groans as Fjord began gently thrusting into Caleb, fighting with himself not to move too quickly or too harshly.
“Is this alright? Like this?” Fjord asked as he exhaled against Caleb’s shoulder.
“Ja, ja,” Caleb said, before mumbling in Zemnian. Fjord assumed from the tone that it was probably better than alright.
“Good,” he said as he continued at the gentle pace he had set, slowly working his way deeper and deeper into Caleb, basking in the tight heat of him. When he heard Veth letting out sharp exhales through her nose in tandem with his movements, Fjord couldn’t help smiling to himself, realizing that he was fucking Caleb into her.
Veth, who still had her arms wrapped tightly around Caleb neck, and had been oscillating between biting into his shoulder and pressing open mouth kisses into it, started to call out, her voice high pitched with desperation. “Caleb! Caleb! I’m so fucking close! Can you—” she let out a slightly strangled noise and bit into him again.
“Was? Was Veth?” Caleb replied through heavy pants, stroking the side of her face with his thumb. Fjord resisted the urge to do the same, knowing he needed to keep his full weight off the two of them.
“Just a bit harder, your hand. Please!” she finally managed to choke out.
Caleb nosed Veth's hair, “Ja, ja. Ich habe dich,” he said and kissed her temple.
Fjord thought he could feel Caleb intensify his hand movements, and wasn’t at all surprised when Veth soon began trembling and had to cover her mouth to muffle the litany of moans that followed.
Her arms finally loosened their vice like grip around his neck, and Fjord could feel Caleb’s hand go still beneath them. He was kissing the side of her face, and was whispering Zemnian into her ear. Fjord couldn’t be sure, but from the tone, it sounded like he was praising her.
Fjord carded a hand through Caleb’s hair, gripping it and pulling Caleb’s head back when he had stopped whispering to Veth; it wasn’t enough to be uncomfortable, but just so that Fjord knew he had his full attention.
“Are you close?” Fjord asked, his voice a low rumble.
Caleb visibly swallowed as he tried to nod his head, “Ja, bitte, bitte” he whispered.
Fjord exhaled into Caleb’s hair, “Alright,” he loosened his grip but kept his hand there. Fjord continued his tender pace, though he was beginning to find it maddening. He wanted to move, to really feel Caleb, and have Caleb feel him, but instead, he bit his bottom lip and told himself to be patient. He’d get the opportunity to do that soon enough.
It was right when he was about to ask Caleb how much longer he thought he’d need, that Caleb suddenly tensed up and began trembling all over. Caleb started to call out Fjord’s name, far too loudly, before remembering himself and bit into his hand to stifle his sounds of pleasure. Fjord worked him through it, whispering words of encouragement into his ear, and rubbing Caleb’s side while his orgasm crashed over him.
Fjord slowed his movements to a complete stop when he felt Caleb start to come down from his release. In response, Caleb tried to move to look back at Fjord.
“Was? Warum bewegst du dich nicht?” asked Caleb, sounding frustrated.
“Um, in Common please, Caleb?” replied Fjord.
Caleb let out a small huff before replying. “Why are you not moving? You haven’t come yet.”
“I, um, I need to go faster if I’m going to... come,” he said, cringing slightly as he said it, feeling inexplicably embarrassed by the admission for some reason.
“Oh, sure. Not a problem,” replied Caleb, and slowly moved to pull out of Veth; Fjord eased off of him a bit, as best he could without fully pulling out.
To Fjord’s utter relief, Veth moved out from underneath Caleb without so much as an eye roll, and moved to sit with her back to the rest of the pillows, not taking her eyes off the both of them. Her two braids such a frazzled mess, Fjord probably would have found it difficult not to laugh if he was not so focused on Caleb at the moment.
No longer worried about Veth, Fjord worked his way up to a much harsher pace, a groan of relief escaping his lips now that he could finally move the way that he wanted to.
Caleb, overstimulated from having just come, started mumbling incoherently in Zemnian.
“Are you alright? This is fine?” Fjord whispered into Caleb’s ear.
Unable to properly speak, Caleb gave him an enthusiastic nod.
“Alright,” Fjord breathed out, feeling himself finally getting close to his own release.
It was only a few moments later that Fjord finally came, pressing his face into Caleb’s sweaty shoulder to keep from waking up the whole ship.
“Fuck. Thank gods,” Fjord muttered once felt himself begin to soften. He took a few deep breaths before he slowly pulled out and rolled off of Caleb.
“I do not think the gods had much to with that,” said Caleb a moment later, his breathing already sounding like it was back to normal.
He reached a hand out and started gently rubbing Fjord’s abdomen, scooting over so that his head was resting on Fjord’s shoulder. Fjord wrapped an arm around Caleb, pulling him in even closer.
Fjord closed his eyes, and had just let out a contented sigh, wanting to take a second to simply breathe and bask in the moment, when almost immediately he felt several sharp tugs on his hair. He opened his eyes to see Veth hovering over him as she none to gently lifted his head onto her lap.
“So, Fjord,” she said, sweetly running her fingers through his hair, a gentle kind of affection Fjord honestly hadn’t thought she was capable of showing him, before tonight at least. “You plan on staying for the rest of the fun me and Caleb are doing tonight, or are you going to bail?” she asked.
“Plan on staying— Veth, this is my bed. In my room. On my ship. Why would I leave?” Fjord said, rather indignantly.
She gave an unimpressed shrug while she continued to run her fingers through his hair. “So, what? Yes? No? I’d like a clear answer, Fjord.”
“Ach! It is always something with you two,” chided Caleb, a small grin on his face. He nestled more into Fjord’s side, and placed a hand on Fjord’s cheek to pull him in for a delicate kiss. “But yes, Fjord, what do you say? A brief respite, and then see what else we can get up to tonight?” asked Caleb, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I don’t even think Veth will mind you using your real voice for the rest of the night,” he said, giving her a pointed look.
Veth rolled her eyes before replying, “Sure, yeah, I guess I won't.”
Fjord looked between Caleb and Veth for a brief moment, before he blindly reached for the bottle of oil. He handed it to Caleb, and gave them both a sly grin. “Just tell me how you want me.”