Inksgiving Reward (1): Extra Episode

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual content, threesome

The skittering thrum of deafening music filled the air and vibrated through the floors. Ghosting touches of a calloused hand ran up Rune’s exposed sides and spine, mapped the sensitive flesh of his neck, and traced the outside curve of the witch’s ears and earrings. A shudder ran down his spine. Rune leaned into Aeitus’ broad chest before him, covered only by a mesh shirt and leather straps. 

Aeitus grinned down at the witch as Syver growled in Rune’s ears. The nearly eight-foot-tall mountainous Syver ground his crotch against the much smaller witch’s pert ass as Aeitus held him aloft by his bare thighs. Biting his lip to hold back a moan, Rune clutched at the leather straps across Aeitus’s chest and squeezed his thighs around the incubus.

“W-we … shouldn’t be—AH!—d-doing this back here,” Rune groaned, not for the first time. 

Syver wrapped a muscle-threaded arm around the witch’s waist, his other hand overlapping one of Aeitus’s hands as the dragon shifter thrust back into Rune. The girth of him made the witch’s mouth gape, his lithe body shaking with the aftershocks of his first orgasm. 

The dragon’s gargantuan hand drifted to Rune’s chest, caressing and massaging the long scars from tip to tip. Rune jolted and gasped. 

“T-tender still—!” Rune hissed, twisting away from that huge hand. 

Syver growled again but complied, moving his fingers to caress the witch’s neck. 

“Don’t just pay attention to him, Rune,” Aeitus teased, leaning in for a kiss, his lips just a breath away from touching the witch’s lips. “I’m feeling left out…”

Aeitus swallowed the next cry from the witch as Syver’s rhythm picked up. The dragon’s girth opened the witch wider, delving deeper. Letting Syver hold up one of Rune’s legs, Aeitus slid his hand between the two of them and gripped their cocks. He crushed Rune’s smaller prick against his own long, thick shaft and pumped, using his precum and Rune’s previous spend to slick the way. 

Rune’s breath hitched, and he thrust his hips forward, then back, not quite sure which sensation he craved most. The dragon drove into him mercilessly, forcing carnal cries from Rune's throat. Aeitus devoured the sounds whole, refusing to release the witch's lips. Both men greedily plundered Rune's skin for their fill, their groans harmonizing Rune's moans.

As their music reached a crescendo, Syver growled and bit Rune’s shoulder, his sharp teeth piercing flesh as his seed filled the witch. Rune and Aeitus came together, their groans and cries mingling in the kiss before their lips parted. The witch sagged back against Syver, the dragon more than able to take the weight. Aeitus leaned back against the wall and squeezed Rune’s thigh.

The incubus used his other hand to gather up their combined spunk and lick his fingers clean, his gleaming green eyes half-lidded and watching the dragon and witch. Syver licked over the closing bite wound before he raised his shimmering purple eyes to meet Aeitus’s, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. 

“You two aren’t done yet, are you?” Syver growled. His teeth grazed over Rune’s neck, up to the witch’s jaw, before the dragon turned the witch towards him for a kiss. “We’ve only just begun…” 

Rune shivered and groaned, melting into the kiss, as Syver pumped his cock inside the witch once more. Whatever vocal response he had to Syver, the dragon captured it within their searing, passionate kiss.

The dragon gripped Rune under his thighs and gently, slowly, lifted the witch off of his cock. Rune gasped and pulled from the kiss, his fingers scrambling to clutch Syver’s arms. With a bit of direction from Syver, Aeitus slid between the witch and the dragon. With his back against the wall and his quivering thighs held wide by Syver, Rune took in a shuddering breath as he watched his dragon nip and kiss the incubus’s neck and ears.

Syver pushed Aeitus between Rune’s legs, his growling directions guiding the incubus’s hard cock to slide into the witch’s gaping, dripping hole. Once Aeitus was fully seated inside Rune and the witch quivered with need, Syver let Aeitus take hold of Rune’s legs. Then the dragon’s hands moved to Aeitus’s hips and yanked the incubus’s tight pants the rest of the way off of his ass, baring him to the dragon’s pleasure.

Aeitus shivered and dipped his head into the crook of Rune’s neck as the dragon rubbed his slick cock against his opening.

“You want my fingers first,” Syver began, “or my cock?”

Rune bit his lip at the implication; though he was a witch, his body had needed to be opened. Aeitus, however—

“Shove it in, dragon,” the incubus purred, glancing back over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. “I love it when you’re rough with me.”

Another growl reverberated through Syver’s chest, primal and needy. Aeitus’s cock stiffened, plumping further inside of Rune, as he felt the dragon’s growl through his back. A needy whimper spilled from Rune with Aeitus’s reaction, and the witch squeezed his thighs tighter around the incubus’s waist.

Syver hooked his fingers around Aeitus’s ass cheeks, spreading the incubus for his use. The dragon used his other hand to guide his cock into the incubus. Aeitus hissed at first, his fingers digging painfully into Rune’s thighs, but then the witch soothed his hands through the incubus’s short brown hair. Rune massaged the incubus’s scalp and leaned up, sealing his lips over Aeitus’s own as Syver thrust into Aeitus. 

Through their connection, Rune felt the dragon grind up against Aeitus, and the incubus groaned as the dragon’s cock rubbed his insides. 

“Fuck…” the incubus growled, his hips twitching forward. Now it was his turn to hesitate between his attention to the front or back. Rune groaned and squeezed around Aeitus’s cock, making a full-body shiver run through the creature. Before Aeitus could move, however, Syver slowly pulled back until just his tip remained inside of the incubus.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” Syver ordered in his deep, gravely voice, “and fuck the needy slut in your arms.”

Another groan dripped from the incubus, and he pushed back against Syver, his cock sliding out of Rune until his plum-colored tip spread the witch wide—and the dragon’s thick girth speared Aeitus. The incubus hissed in pleasure, and his fingers dug into Rune’s flesh. The witch quivered and whimpered, his hips shifting with need. Aeitus took a stuttering breath and thrust forward, wrenching himself off of the dragon’s cock and burying his own deep into Rune’s body. The slow rhythm continued for several more beats before the dragon let out a rumbling, rolling growl deep in his chest.

“Too slow,” Syver growled, “if you want to satisfy that slut, you’ve got to pick up the pace.”

Before Aeitus could react or respond, Syver suddenly thrust forward, hard, pistoning into him. With each push and pull, Aeitus cried out, his body moving in sync with the momentum and force of Syver’s rhythm. His cock thrust into Rune at the same chaotic pace. The dragon’s large hands overlapped Aeitus’s on Rune’s flesh, using the grip to leverage the three of them together.

Rune’s body collided with the wall with each thrust, and his fingers dug into Aeitus’s shoulders and arms. The witch’s voice rose until it broke, his body shaking and shivering, as his men pounded into his body. Little better off, Aeitus clung to Rune and Syver, trying to keep his feet as the dragon pounded him into dust. 

Aeitus cried out as his orgasm crashed over him, his entire body seizing and shaking. His ass clenched around the dragon’s cock, and the dragon’s teeth sank into the incubus’s neck as his cock jolted and spilled within Aeitus. In the same moment, Rune convulsed, and his white sperm painted the space between his chest and Aeitus’s chest.

Taking shuddering breaths, Aeitus fought to keep himself standing, leaning against Rune and the wall. Grinding against Aeitus, Syver nipped at the incubus’s ear, then slowly lowered the three of them to the ground. He kept Aeitus on his lap, which forced Rune to stay on Aeitus. The dragon easily took the weight, cradling the two men, his fingers roaming over their heated bodies. 

“S-Syver… pull out…” Aeitus groaned as he attempted to peel the dragon’s fingers off of Rune to free the witch.

The dragon snorted but obeyed, allowing Aeitus to slide out of Rune and then letting the incubus pull himself off of Syver. Once both men were disconnected, the dragon tugged the two back down into his lap. He wrapped his muscled arms around the two and pulled them close. Though Aeitus was not small or lithe like Rune, Syver’s large frame easily captured them both in his embrace.

At Syver’s height, and with enough power to topple governments, anyone would be considered small. Aeitus’s six-foot-three didn’t stand a chance, even if he was large compared to Rune’s five-foot-seven. 

With a sigh, Rune melted against Syver’s broad chest and tangled his fingers with Aeitus’s longer fingers. 

“You know… our host isn’t going to be happy we vanished barely ten minutes after we arrived,” Rune muttered, glancing up at Syver—the instigator in all this.

Syver snorted and kissed Rune’s forehead. “We had to christen their new place. Besides, this is practically a mansion, no one’ll find us back here…”

Aeitus chuckled and shook his head. “We should get cleaned up. Isn’t it your friend we’re here to support, lizard?”

The dragon bared his teeth at the teasing, but Aeitus smirked, unphased. Reluctantly, Syver loosened his grip.

“Rune… if you please?” Aeitus asked with a smile.

The witch drew in a shaking breath but nodded. With a little bit of concentration—and a pull of magic from the two infinite wells beside him—Rune cleansed their three bodies, leaving them clean and mostly unruffled. There was no helping Aeitus’s hair. 

With a body thoroughly satisfied, Rune slowly dressed, tugging his crop top and tight pants back into place. The dragon leaned back, letting his cock harden again as he watched Aeitus tug up his pants, straighten his mesh shirt, and slide his leather harness back into place. Licking his lips, Syver’s eyes half-lidded, purring in pleasure as he eyes roamed over the delicious asses presented to him.

Rune noticed first and flushed. The witch yanked his jacket up from where it lay crumpled on the floor and threw it at Syver’s face. Aeitus laughed and wrapped an arm around Rune’s waist. 

“Pull yourself together, lizard,” Aeitus teased, his fingers massaging over Rune’s hip.

Syver growled, but he did stuff himself away and close his pants. Standing, he shoved Rune’s jacket into the witch’s chest, hard enough to push Rune against the wall. Then he crushed his mouth over the witch’s already swollen lips, one hand gripping Rune by his hip. With his other hand, Syver groped Aeitus.

Once he pulled back, the dragon smirked down at the two flushed men. “Shall we?”

Without another word, Syver led the way back into the party, opening the door of their little hideaway and letting the pounding, thrumming music wash over them once more.