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Tiefling Boyfriends: Tivio & Menos (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-05-14 19:00:02 +0000 UTC
The cold has become impossible to combat lately. The monastarey’s huge stone tower is used more for defense rather than, well, a home for you and the other clerics. There aren't that many fireplaces, so the few clerics that remain there often congregate around them. One of your chores is to fetch wood for the fires, but that’s becoming a hard task. With the bitter cold and lack of funds, you step outside with little more protection than your robe. Sometimes one of the others will lend you their robe as an extra layer, but that’s rare.
You tried to go out at noon, when the warm sun is at its highest point, and to gather as much wood as possible in a single trip. If only you had a little help, this job would be much easier. But the clerics all have reasons why they can’t. It’s fine. You’re used to it.
One afternoon while you’re filling the wheelbarrow, you notice two strangers coming from the north. Not uncommon, because the village is in that direction. They start edging closer, heading towards you. You hurriedly fill the wheelbarrow, taking hold of it just as they approach.
“Is this the Temple of Pelor?” the first asks. You notice he has a greenish complexion, almost like emeralds, and short horns that stick up from his forehead and curl back slightly.
“Yes, it is.” You look at him nervously, realizing the strangers are tieflings. The other one has sapphires for skin and a rather nasty look on his face. His horns come from his temples, and curl down.
The green one has a much more approachable expression on his face, so you turn to him. “Do you need a healer?”
“Yes and no.” The green one has dark brown eyes and high, angled brows. “We’re actually looking for a cleric to join us on our travels.”
“It will be hard to get them to leave the tower this time of year, with the cold.” You glance towards the blue one, who is a little shorter than the green one. He has murky grey eyes and thick brows that are pinched to match his scowl.
“I’m so sorry,” the green one chuckles. “My name is Tivio, and this is my friend Menos.” He motions to the scowling blue one.
“Hi,” you say softly. “Um, I can certainly take you inside. But I’m warning you, not many here are into the adventuring life.”
Menos clicks his tongue. “Well, what about you? Ain’t you one of ‘em?” He has a surprisingly deep voice. “What do you wanna do?”
“Me?” You take a step away from the wheelbarrow. “I don’t know-”
“You any good?” Menos continues. “You can heal, right? Got good magic?”
Tivio just smiles as Menos talks.
You bite the inside of your cheek to hide your nerves. “Just as good as anybody else,” you answer shyly.
Menos throws out his hands and widens his eyes. “Then do you wanna go?”
Tivio chuckles. “Please forgive him. He’s a little rough around the edges, but a good sort. We’re both just a little on edge about the job we have right now. If we had a cleric such as yourself with us, then it wouldn’t be so worrisome.”
You watch as Menos rolls his eyes, then turn your attention back to Tivio. “What’s the job, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Menos points up. “The Perilogos Mountain.” His lip curls, and you see one of his teeth is silver.
You grimace, sucking air through your teeth. “What could the two of possibly have a job for up there?”
“Something or another kidnapped the daughter of a rather wealthy individual,” Tivio shrugs. “He’s asked us to find her and bring her back, or at least what’s left of her.”
“That’s awful,” you groan. “That mountain is populated with all sorts of horrible things. It's part of why we moved from the old temple to here.”
Tivio and Menos stare at you in shock. “So you’re telling us you’re familiar with the mountain?”
You nod. “I was raised up there.”
Menos takes a step towards you. “What do you want, then?”
You flinch. “I beg your pardon?”
“I asked, what do you want then?” Menos sneers. “Money? Clothes? What do we have to give you to go with us?”
You’re a bit shocked. No one ever asks for you specifically, except for doing the jobs no one else wants to do. You’ve always had a feeling they didn’t see you as good enough. Ever since you were a child, you’ve always been a bit chubbier than others, and they often make you aware of this.
“You’d really ask for me to go?” Your voice is quiet and unsure.
Tivio points up at the window. “Usually by now someone would come out to see who is pestering the young lady. So far, no one has cared. I don’t think we want anyone like that in our party. So what do you say?”
You screw your mouth into a tight line. Tivio has made a very good point. Why has no one come to check on you? Surely they at least need the wood. You feel anger bubble up inside. Old resentments you’ve buried are rising from their graves.
“Money,” you blurt out. You ball up your fists in your robe. “And you need to get me good winter attire! I will not travel with you until you do.”
Tivio smiles brightly. “I would prefer you to be prepared for the harsh journey as well. Very well, then.” He reaches into his pocket and produces a gold coin. “Take this now. We’ll split the money at the end of the journey.”
You grip the gold coin in your hand, slowly accepting your fate.
“Go and get your things,” Menos snaps.
You look at him. “I don’t have much. Nothing I would want to take with me. I would rather leave now than have to explain myself to...” You glance at the temple, then scoff. “They won’t miss me.”
“That’s sad,” Menos sniffs. “Fine, then.” He takes off his coat and hands it to you. “Wear this, for pete’s sake.”
“Awe, that’s so sweet, Menos. When did you become such a sof-”
Tivio isn’t able to finish before Menus kicks the backs of his knees, making him fall to the ground. “Who’s soft?” Menos smirks.
“Fair point,” Tivio grumbles as he picks himself up. He chuckles as he sees your stunned expression. “Ignore us. We’re not brothers, but we might as well be.”
“We’re both assholes, so you’d best get used to it.” Menos flicks his nose with his thumb. “Now, get that coat on, we’ll get you some supplies at the next town.”
You hurriedly slip on the coat and follow them. Then you get a horrible idea. “Wait!” You gasp. You run back to the wheelbarrow, and with a quick chant you make it burst into flames. Then you race back to them. “OK, I’m ready.”
Menos’ grin is crooked, stretching further on the right side. “What was that for?”
You shake your head. “Nothing to worry about.”
The three of you make it to the neighboring village by nightfall. There, you find a room above the pub. It’s loud and raucous, which isn’t surprising considering how close it is to the mountain. Perilogos Mountain is home to many perils, monsters included, but it also shelters bandits. The Black Hogs were the main reason for the abandonment of the original Temple of Pelor.
“I think I will go get a drink.” Tivio’s bright and handsome expression doesn’t seem the sort to fit into the pub below.
“Your funeral,” Menos grumbles.
Tivio looks surprised by this. “You don’t want to come? It looked like they were having wagers on fights. I was hoping to bet on you.”
Menos gives him a harsh glare. “How stupid are you to leave this one alone?” He points his thumb at you.
Tivio’s smile returns. “She could go with us.”
“I know you’re an idiot, but I didn’t realize just how stupid you were.” Menos sits on the bed and takes his boots off. “Go get your drink. I’ll make sure nothing gets this one.”
Tivio approaches you and gently tucks your hair behind your ear. “Will you be alright alone with the grouch?”
Your cheeks burn from Tivio’s touch, as well as the soft scent of lavender that follows him. “I’ll be OK. I just plan on trying to get some sleep.”
His fingers brush down your arm and take hold of your hand. “Well, if anything happens, set a fire and I’ll come to your rescue.” He raises your palm, kissing your fingers. “I shall return later.”
Your heart is in your throat, and you clutch your hand close to your chest. You turn and look at Menos, who is rubbing oil into his tail. “You can go too, if you really want to.”
Menos just glares at you.
You look down at the ground, then take off your robe. Underneath, all you have on is a simple dress tied at the waist with a piece of rope. You sit on the opposite bed to take your boots off.
“No wonder you want new clothes. Those look awful.” Menos rubs the excess oil from his palms into his feet.
“Not much else fits,” you murmur.
“Bullshit,” Menos scoffs. “Do you know how many fat nobles I’ve worked for who have been three times your size and still have clothes that fit them?”
You look down at your hands. “They’re nobles, though.”
“And? If they have enough fabric to cover their fat asses, then there is certainly enough in this world to cover yours.” He clears his throat. “Not saying your ass is fat.”
You peer up at him, seeing a shyer look on his face, and smile, thinking it best to keep quiet now. You lay down and try to get some sleep.
When you wake, you find that Tivio is laying in bed with you. You flinch, realizing he is half-naked and snuggled under the blankets with you. He reeks of alcohol rather than the lavender you smelled on him yesterday.
“What a pig.”
You look up to see Menos standing over you. He tosses a package down on Tivio’s face, and Tivio snorts and grunts before sitting up. “Dammit!” he curses. “My head.”
“You fucking moron, you got in bed with her!” Menos points at you as you stand up. “You better not have done anything.”
“I don’t even remember,” Tivio grumbles. “I drank too much. I doubt I could do anything but snore.” He looks up at you with those tender brown eyes. “I promise I meant no harm, young lady.”
Menos smacks Tivio’s face, then hands you the package. “Here’s your new clothes. Once you get ready and this green moron sobers up, we’ll go.”
Tivio holds the cheek that Menos smacked. “Where are my clothes?”
“Try up your ass,” Menos snarls. “Just get something on so we can leave her to dress in peace.”
He stomps out of the room while Tivio gathers his clothes off the floor. “I really am sorry. Must have been an awful fright to wake up to this,” he chuckles, then grimaces. He must have a headache.
“It’s OK, you’re not so bad.” You smile at him.
“Moron, lets go!” Menos yells from behind the door.
“Hold your fucking tail, I’m coming.” Tivio takes your hand again and kisses it. “Good morning, by the way.”
After they leave, you try on the clothes that Menos brought you. The tunic fits well, and is made of a nice, soft earthy-colored fabric. He also got you leggings, which feel warm as you put them on. There’s a nice coat with a matching scarf and hat, and with your boots, the outfit is quite complete. Everything fits perfectly. You smile down at yourself, feeling warmth in your chest.
After breakfast, the three of you head towards the base of the mountain. It’s been a while, but you remember the location of the hidden path that the temple monks took when escaping. When you find it, though, it looks more used than before.
“Looks like we won’t be alone on this path.” Menos is kneeling on the ground, studying the earth. “Some of this upturn is recent.”
Tivio sighs. “Well, we never expected this to be an easy job anyway.” He comes up to you, placing his hand on your back. “We’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
“I’m not worried,” you fib. “Do you know exactly who you’re after?”
“Orcs,” Menos sighs as he stands. “The Black Hog Gang, apparently.”
You have a knee-jerk reaction that both notice. “You know about these jerks?” Menos asks, coming to stand beside you.
You screw your lips into a tight line. “That’s the gang that took over the old temple. If that’s who you’re after, I know exactly where to find them.”
“Maybe things won’t be too bad,” Tivio chuckles. “By all means, show us the way.”
You take them up the old path, and it becomes increasingly obvious that others have been using it. There is all sorts of debris scattered about, as well as a smattering of some rather unsavory things. Heads on spikes line a portion of the path. Menos knocks them over, while Tivio keeps a gentle hand around your eyes. The scent of death is everywhere, and it’s hard to keep it from your nose.
You stop for a rest, finding a tree that produces fruit. Menos cuts into it, offering your slices. Once you go again, it isn’t long before you reach the old temple above you. The banner for the Black Hogs flies there.
“Well, what do you think?” Menos grumbles.
Tivio takes in a deep breath. “Be careful.”
Menos rolls his eyes, then turns to you with a serious expression. “You know of any secret ways into the temple? Got any more hot tips?”
You nod shyly. “The back is actually easier to access from the front. It was designed in such a way that intruders wouldn’t be able to get in right away. But there’s a path you take from the front, so we still might get seen.”
“We can sneak around that, no problem.” Tivio takes the lead. “We have a good-luck charm with us this time.”
You look up at him as he smiles and gives you a wink, then look back down at the ground. “OK, well, we just keep going up this way. Once we come towards the temple, the path towards the back is on the left.”
The three of you proceed up the path, going quietly and hiding at any sound. As you come upon the temple, you see three men standing around the main gate. Luckily, all three have their backs turned, so you carefully make your way to the hidden path.
Unfortunately, right at the entryway, there is an orc taking a piss. He turns and sees you, and Menos throws you behind him while reaching for his dagger.
“You the musicians?” the orc grunts.
“Yes!” Tivo answers loudly. “We are the musicians.”
The orc shakes his dick, then tucks it back into his pants. “Then where are your instruments?” he growls.
“Stolen,” Tivio answers. “On the way up here.”
Menos is still poised, ready to strike.
“You’re late,” the orc grunts. “We’ve been waiting on you.” He grabs Tivio by the shoulder and leads you to the entrance, where the other three are waiting. “They said their instruments were stolen.”
“I thought we was expecting four,” another orc sniffs.
“Taken with the instruments!” Tivio quickly responds.
Menos has his arm tight around you, keeping himself beside and slightly in front of you. The orcs lead you over the drawbridge into the temple, and take you to the great hall you remember from childhood. Now the hall is filled with tables covered in food and drink. There are flowers everywhere, and the aisle is strewn with rose petals.
“What in blazes is going on?” Menos grumbles quietly.
“Lord Commander,” the orc holding Tivio says. “We have the musicians.”
The massive orc who turns towards the three of you has an eyepatch and a head full of thick, beaded locks. He glares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t remember tieflings.”
“Their instruments and bandmates were taken on the journey here.”
“I’m sure we have something,” the commander scoffs as he glares down at the three of you. “Go and dig something up for them! As long as they can play for the wedding feast, then all is well.”
“Wedding?” Tivio stammers. “I mean, yes, of course. Who, might I ask, is your lovely bride?”
The Lord Commander’s eye darts to you. “Human like this one.” He chuckles. “Me and her had to go about in secret for years. But when she got pregnant, she asked me to knock her pops around and make a scene.”
“Uh-oh,” Menos whispers.
“What?” You look at him.
Menos looks down at you and frowns. “We weren’t told the whole story. Doubt the noble knows, but this isn’t a kidnapping.”
You’re taken to a room to wait while they try to find some instruments. All the while, Tivio is pacing as he tries to figure out what to do. You sit with Menos on the bed, fidgeting with your fingers as you nervously await your fate.
“What’s gonna happen to us when the real musicians show up? Huh?” Menos spits out. He reaches out, taking your hand and holding it. “We’ve been traveling for weeks now, and all for what? Just to get our heads caved in after seeing an Orc take a piss.”
Tivio stops cold in his tracks. “I don’t like it either! But maybe, since this is such an awful mountain, the actual musicians are dead!”
“And what about the girl?” Menos barks. “What the fuck are we supposed to do? Just vanish?”
“There’s no girl to take back.” Tivio frustratedly pulls at his hair. “We’d effectively become the kidnappers. Worse! She’s pregnant with the Lord Commander’s kid.” He lies spread-eagled on the floor like a child making a snow angel.
“Tivio, are you OK?” you ask softly.
Menos sighs and squeezes your hand. “Let him be. It’s best to leave him alone when he gets this way.”
You look at Menos’ hand, then up at his face. “Are you OK?”
Menos glares at you. “I’m fine. Why-” He feels your hand squeeze his and yanks it away. “You’re not holding out anything on us, are you? No secret ways to escape or anything?”
“If I knew, I would have said so.” You look around the room. “All I knew was the back entrance.”
“Well, then we’re just screwed once they find out we’re not musicians.” Menos lays back on the bed. “Maybe since it’s his wedding, the lord commander will go easy on us.”
You furrow your brow as you think. Then it hits you all at once Your eyes open wide and you gasp. “That’s it!” You stand up and step over Tivio on the floor.
“Where are you going?” Menos snaps.
You stop at the door and look back at him. “I know who to talk to. Just wait for me here.”
As you open the door you bounce off the back of an orc guarding it. He grunts as he turns back to sneer down at you. “Excuse me.” You bow your head apologetically. “I was wondering if I could speak to the bride? I wanted to ask her about any special songs she might want.”
The orc grunts again and grabs you, dragging you through the temple until he bangs on a door. From inside you hear cursing, and it swings open. You’re ushered into the presence of a beautiful woman with a very shapely figure.
“Can I help you?” she asks.
You stand up, watching as the orc walks away. “I’m really sorry, but could we speak in private?”
She rolls her eyes and brings you into her room. She sits down before a vanity and begins to brush her hair. “Go ahead.”
“Well, you see...” You fret as you try to figure out the right words to say. “My friends and I are… Your father-”
She whips around and glares at you. “What about him?”
You jump and clutch the front of your tunic. “My friends were hired by him to bring you back.”
The bride stands and glares down at you. “And?”
“Well, you see...” You see her hand go over her stomach. “They don’t do kidnappings! And since there is a baby involved, they… we were hoping to work out some sort of deal.”
The bride scoffs, sits down again and points at you. “That took guts, coming in here like that and laying it all out. I could have you killed like that, you know?” She snaps her fingers. “How did you even get into this place?”
Your mouth feels horribly dry. “We lied and said we were musicians.”
She chuckles. “And what would have happened when we asked you to play?”
You shake your head. “Nothing good.”
The two of you sit and talk for a long time. She even brushes your hair, styling it prettily for you. After a while, you head back to the room where Tivio and Menos are waiting. They both jump up and rush to you as you walk inside.
“What happened?” Tivio grabs your hand.
Menos tried to hide his concern with a glare. “You were gone for so long. Are you alright?”
“Everything is fine,” you try to reassure them. “I talked to her and she heard me out.”
“And?” Menos barks.
You look at them both, unsure if the news you’re bringing is good or bad for them. “She’s going to talk to the lord commander. She said she’d hire us to be her personal bodyguards. If her father sent us, he’ll probably send more.”
Tivio grabs you by the face and plants his lips on yours, then quickly pulls away. “I knew you were good luck!”
You’re too shocked to speak. You’ve never been kissed like that before.
“What the hell was that?” Menos snaps at Tivio. The two continue to bicker, but you touch your lips, still in awe over the kiss.
The three of you attend the wedding, enjoying the feast and the exorbitant amount of food and drink. Tivio fits in right away, joining the Orcs in their drinking games and even showing them a few new ones. Menos is nowhere in sight, but you remember how much he enjoys fighting, so he’s probably off somewhere trying to pick one. You leave the main hall, going down the hallway until it gets quiet. When you enter your room, you find Menos with a bottle of ale, drinking alone.
“Oh, there you are! I figured you were in the heat of the party.”
Menos takes another pull from the bottle. “Nah,” he burps. “Just wanted to be alone for a while.”
“I can leave if you-”
“No. Stay.” He looks at you, and for the first time you can remember his brows aren’t pinched together. “I don’t mind you.”
You close the door behind you, then hold your wine with both hands. “I’ve never been to a banquet like this before. I’m not used to so much noise.”
“Orcs really know how to celebrate.” Menos looks you over. His gray eyes don’t appear so murky - they actually shine like silver. “You really saved our asses. I never thanked you.”
“You don’t need to.” You smile at him. “You and Tivio have protected me and helped me this entire time. I owe you.”
Menos looks at you with a timid expression. “You don’t regret coming with us?”
You shake your head. “It’s been scary, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t. But the way Tivio and you have treated me, how you’ve become my friends… I’ve never had that before. Even when I was most terrified, I always felt safe.” You look up into his eyes, and your heart sputters. “I would like to stay with you for as long as I can.”
“Yeah?” Menos’ ears twitch. “I’d like that.” He approaches you, then stops short just in front of you. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Are you?” The wine has helped to settle your nerves, but it’s still a shock.
“You look really cute.” Menos takes another swig of ale. “Is that OK?”
You nod, heart pounding, setting your wine glass aside. Menos puts an arm around you, pulling you close and lowering his head. He presses his forehead to yours and takes a few breaths before closing the gap. He pulls back, then goes back in. He drops the bottle on the ground, clasping your face between his hands. The kisses grow deeper and harder. You cling to him, meeting each hungry kiss with your own.
“Hey, Menos, have you seen-” Tivio shuts the door. “Oh, my.”
Menos looks up over the top of your head at him. “Get out.”
Tivio smirks. “Did I interrupt?” He puts his arms around you from behind and starts kissing your neck.
Menos goes back in, kissing your lips and cheek. You moan into his mouth as both of them lay their affection upon you.
“What's going on?” you gasp when you’re able.
“We both like you.” Tivio turns you to look at him, giving you a soft, soothing kiss. “And we owe you our lives.”
“But I told Menos-” you whisper.
“Let us thank you.” Menos licks his lips. “OK?”
You nod. “OK.”
You yelp as Menos picks you up, carrying you to the bed. As he lays you down, Tivio lies at your side, undoing the laces of your leggings while Menos kisses you some more.
“You’re so cute. So soft and sweet,” Menos moans. His tongue laps down your neck. “I want to kiss every inch of your soft skin.”
Your face burns, unused to the lavish compliments.
Tivio has you half-naked, and his strong hands knead up your legs. He kisses them, throwing them over his shoulders, and rubs your thighs, digging his fingers into the plump flesh. He bites your ankle, chuckling softly. “She feels so nice, Menos.” Tivio kisses your ankle. “Come try her.”
Menos moves down, kissing your thigh and hip. His hand knead your rear and his tail flicks behind him. “I can’t believe how nice you feel. I want to feel you all over me.” His fingers dig harder into your rear. “So soft, so full.”
Your fingers tremble as you undo the buttons of your jacket. You pull up your tunic, exposing your breasts to them. “Y-you c-can touch-” You close your eyes and cover your face with your hands.
“Are you shy, love?” Tivio purrs.
“I’m not used to… this.”
Menos’ mouth cups over your breast, nursing your nipple while his hands grab hold of you. He moans against you as his tongue presses your nipple. Tivio’s fingers travel lower, and his palm cups and massages your mound. You gasp loudly, shivering on the bed. It is overwhelming having them both touch you.
“Please, let me see your face.” Menos kisses your chin and neck. “Look at me. Let me see your beautiful eyes.”
You peer through your fingers at him. His shirt is open and his skin is exposed. You move your hands away, gazing up at him.
“You’re so beautiful.” Menos rubs his thumb over your lips.
Tears spring from your eyes as he kisses you. You hold fast to him even as Tivio’s fingers find purchase between your plump folds. “Menos,” Tivio moans. “She’s so warm here.” His fingers sink deeper. “She’s growing so wet.”
Menos kisses you again, dragging his lips down your body. He leans over your thigh, kissing your mound and flicking his tongue over your labia. You cry out, biting down on your knuckle as they both touch you there, of all places. You watch as Tivio pulls out his fingers then licks them clean. You take a shuddering breath, unable to deny your growing desire.
Menos’ tongue swirls around you clit while Tivio’s fingers ease inside you again. You tremble, gasping for breath as you feel them all around you, then thrust your head back and cry out. Your legs spasm, your back arches, and your eyes roll back. An orgasm courses through you like a raging river released from a dam.
You kick them away, trembling, and pant into the pillows. Tivio kisses your rear, gently biting it while Menos runs his fingers through your hair.
“Sorry, I...” You slowly uncoil. “I’ve never...” You look up at Menos and his smug smile. “Wow.”
The two of them laugh, coming back to your sides and wrapping you up in their embrace. They’re both naked now, their bodies pressed against yours. Tivio kisses your shoulder and arms while Menos happily nuzzles between your breasts.
The heat grows again as you kiss them. Their bodies grind against yours, and the river inside starts to bubble again as the two tieflings drag you happily into the current. You kiss down Menos’ chest and belly, placing your head in his lap and licking at his cock.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” Menos tangles his fingers into your hair. “You’re so perfect. Your mouth is so soft and sweet. Such a good girl.”
You look up at him as your pink tongue lathes over his blue cock. Tivio moves behind you, grasping your rear. You thrust your hips out, eager for what comes next. You take Menos into your mouth, suckling him as Tivio’s cock moves between your thighs.
“That’s it,” Menos moans. “You’re doing such a wonderful job, love.” He drags his fingers down your scalp. “Ready?”
You gasp as Tivio slips inside you, his cock finds purchase inside and his hips shudder. Laughing softly, Tivio leans over, kissing your back.
“You sweet thing, you,” Tivio growls. “This is a true honor.” He thrusts his hips, moving slowly inside you, savoring every moment.
“You’re so warm and wet,” he pants. “I want to stay buried inside you forever.”
You whimper against Menos’ shaft, trying to lavish attention on him, but losing focus as Tivio drives inside you.
“Enjoy yourself, love,” Menos pants. “I love that look of pleasure on your face.” He slaps his cock against your cheek. “Good girl. Do you feel that? I know you like it.” He bites his lip. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
You lick him again, kissing down his shaft while Tivio drives deep into you. The river is approaching fast, crashing, barreling into you, and then Tivio pulls away.
“Wait!” you whine.
“Oh my, have we created a monster already?” Tivio chuckles. He kneads his fingers into your rear. “Didn’t you learn not to be greedy?”
He rolls you onto your back so that Menos moves between your thighs. “This is the view I was waiting for,” Menos purrs. His cock eases inside you, making his way slowly and watching your every move. “Those breasts, your lips, that sultry expression.” He drives hard inside, making your body jolt. “Like that.”
Tivio lays beside you, kissing you and rubbing his cock against your thigh. His fingers slip down, rubbing your clit as Menos thrusts. Tivio sucks your tongue, panting hard as his fingers bring you close to completion. But as soon as it starts, he moves his fingers away.
“You sweet, perfect thing you,” Menos pants. He thrusts faster, harder. “I never want to stop. I want to keep pleasing you.”
You whimper, unable to make any words. Tivio bites your neck and returns his fingers to your clit. “I think it’s time,” he pants. “Make her come, Menos.”
The two of them work together. Menos inside you, Tivio’s fingers on your clit. You lose your breath, arching your whole body. You feel as though you may levitate off the bed. You think you scream, but you’re not sure, because all you hear is white water bursting all around you.
Moments later, when your vision returns, you feel Menos still between your thighs. He pulls out slowly, a flow of his hot seed following him. Tivio’s cock has spilled on your thigh, leaving a trail that burns and quickly cools.
Menos leans down, kissing you and stroking down your body. Tivio nuzzles your breast, cupping it and suckling the teat lazily. The three of you collapse, falling into bed and breathing deeply. You gaze up at the ceiling, slowly taking in everything.
“Was that-” Your mouth is dry. “Did you both mean that?”
“Of course we did,” Tivio chuckles. “You think we’d share so willingly like that if we didn’t mean it?”
Menos kisses you, looking deeply into your eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first set eyes on you.”
“What?” You sit up in alarm. “I thought you hated me when we first met.”
“That’s what he wants everyone to think,” Tivio chuckles. “I liked you too.” He plants more kisses on your skin. “All I wanted to do was touch you.”
“I had no idea. I’ve never… I mean, no one has ever...” You stop and clutch your hands over your chest. “Thank you.”
Menos licks the tears falling down your cheek. “I’ll make you happy.”
“So will I.” Tivio hugs you tight.
You sniffle and look at them both. “I’ll make you happy too. Both of you.” You bring them both into your arms. “You both mean so much to me.” You kiss them and lay back down in bed, falling asleep even while the celebration rages on outside.
Comments
Lainey
Ahhhh! I love this! Is there a story of the bride and the orc commander? Cuz I would definitely want to read their story too, but also more of this lovely trio as well!!
clvrgrl
I love them so much! I could read a whole series of this!
