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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 11 months

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To become one

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A/N: When @geralts-yenn sent me the 'nice day outside' comfort-prompt, I was ecstatic, because I get to write for Melot! (I love him.) Then - of course - it turned into... 4 thousand words of smut. With a little plot and a little lore that I feel I hid quite well, so as to not disturb everyone's porn-consuming experience 😜

Credit for the moodboard/title/banner/what do we call this?/thing goes mostly to @geralts-yenn as well, so thank you again for making that, hon. 🥰🥰🥰

This is a little more purple prose-y than what I usually do, so I hope that went well 🥰

(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)

Characters: wood elf!Prince!Melot x dryad!OFC (unnamed)

Summary: The elven Prince Melot and his dryad lover share a lovely afternoon together in the forest.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, NSFW, MINORS DNI, oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex (unprotected. Be smarter!), voyeurism/exhibitionism, a smidge of a mention of feet..., dirty talk, playful chasing and teasing. Possibly an age gap of several decades if not centuries, I don't know.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @ellethespaceunicorn @mayloma @keanureevesisbae @summersong69 @ylva-syverson @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @peyton-warren

“There you are,” a bright and welcoming voice chimed through the thick forest, and into the small clearing. As she emerged from between the trees, he watched her every step closely from where he was laying on the ground. She gracefully roamed the clearing, leaving gentle dents in the moss that covered the ground, finally halting near his head, where she playfully nudged his chest with her bare foot. He grasped it suddenly and firmly, before gently trailing his fingers along the sole of her foot, while pressing his lips to the top. Slowly, his hand slid up her leg, to her calf, and his lips began a path that trailed in the same direction.

One moment he held her, the next she was gone; vanished into the roots of the trees that she had been standing on, and reappearing at the edge of the clearing once more as though she had never ventured near him. He raised himself on one elbow, allowing him to lustfully gaze at her beautiful form. Light seemed to emanate from her, beckoning him closer and freezing him in place at the same time. His eyes raked over the beautiful features of her face, where bright green eyes teased him from afar. Long dark hair fell in supple curls around her face, and spilled onto her back and over her shoulders, a single strand lost between her full breasts.

In his presence, she was covered, but as her kind had no true grasp on the concept, the fabric of her gown was a silky material so thin he could easily see the contours of her nipples. It clung to her, to every beautiful curve and dimple in her skin, it’s dark emerald colour a striking contrast with the pale, slightly green hue of her skin. One at a time, she pushed the straps of her gown off of her shoulders, baring her breasts to him.

“Play a game of hide and seek with me, Melot?” she whispered kindly, her voice echoing through the trees, allowing him to hear it. Before he could scramble to his feet, she vanished again. With careful steps, he walked towards the edge of the clearing, tentatively stretching out a hand until his fingertips connected with the bark of the tree she had been standing next to. Of course, she was no longer there.

He listened for her, knowing it would be almost impossible for him to find her, unless she moved. She could be anywhere. He knew her to be kind, and, despite her playful ways, the furthest thing from cruel one could possibly imagine. Thus, he concluded, she wasn’t far away from him. Never would she let him enter into a game he couldn’t win, for she, too, relished the consequences of his victory too much to allow him to lose.

After a while, he felt her as she shifted from one tree to another, then another, and he began his pursuit; easily avoiding trees and roots as he tracked her through the dense forest. As he went along on his chase, deeper and deeper into the forest, their pace slowed. His, because it was impossible to move quicker as the forest grew thicker and the space between trees narrower, and hers, because this was her favourite part of their game.

The trees were so close together here that Melot could hardly turn around without touching them – precisely as she had wished.

“I can feel you.” A dark undertone laced his voice as he spoke. Though she wasn’t moving, she was so near him, and the trees were so close to one another, that he felt her pulse radiating through them. A chuckle rolled through the air, carried by the soft breeze, audible only as the rustling of the foliage above him.

“Come to me,” he demanded playfully, knowing his query would yield nothing.

“Capture me, Melot,” her voice echoed all around you, “if you can.” A tender hand briefly trailed his back before disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared. From then, she moved swiftly through the trees, each time reaching out her hand to touch Melot; stroke his cheek, or arm, tap him on the shoulder to get him to turn around.

“You know I can’t, my love,” he answered her plea, his voice barely above a grunt as her hand grasped his clothing from behind and pulled him against the tree she resided in. He knew all too well that it was impossible to pull a dryad from a tree. Her hand disappeared from his back and her arm wrapped around his middle instead, the palm of her hand flat against his abdomen as she pulled him against her. Her other arm reached around him, fingers working to loosen the laces of his shirt collar before sliding her hand over his bare chest. As sudden as the other movements had been, her face appeared next to his, and with her nose, she carefully moved his curls out of her way. Melot moaned softly as her tongue trailed the edge of his ear, all the way to the top, where she gently bit down, careful not to hurt him with her sharp teeth.

“Oh, those elven ears... So sensitive,” she mused softly into his ear before continuing her ministrations until she had had enough. “Follow me.”

He chased her once more along a non-existent path through the thick forest, his feet as nimble as ever, never stumbling, never clashing with a tree or a low hanging branch. The forest was his home, too, and it had been the home of his people for thousands upon thousands of years. He followed her to another clearing, where she tauntingly walked circles around a birch that stood a little further away from the other trees.

This clearing, like many others, felt magical – a kind of magic that became most apparent when one tried to step away from the trees, towards the centre. Melot struggled to put his foot on the ground, and raise the other to take the next step, as a strange force pulled him backwards, preventing him from breaching the border of the clearing.

“What is it, my darling?” she taunted. The harder Melot tried to step forward into the clearing, the more difficult it became. He drew ragged breaths from the exertion, and his eyes begged her to stop doing whatever it was that she was doing.

“It isn’t what I’m doing so much as what I’m not doing,” she giggled as she walked towards him and reached out her arm. Lifting his arm to take her outstretched hand in his, also proved more difficult than it should have been under any normal circumstances. As soon as he held her, she smiled deviously. “Please, come visit me.”

As soon as the words passed her lips, the magic that had before so longed to keep him away from this place, seemed to vanish – and so did she. Melot looked around the clearing, taking in the beautiful surroundings as he searched for his lover. The glade was unusually round, and surrounded by trees – which was unsurprising – five of which were vast, mighty oak trees, eerily similar in size, and very evenly spaced around the parameter of the space.

“Home Trees,” he muttered softly, and immediately, his suspicions were confirmed by her soft chuckle that echoed through the clearing.

“Find mine, and you’ll have your reward,” she teased once again. He drew in a deep breath, and listened – waited, as slowly the beating of her heart became apparent to him again. Without thinking, he turned on his heel and trod across the soft green moss that carpeted the clearing with determination. Less certain of himself was he when he raised his hand, his trembling fingers hovering over the bark of the tree he believed to be hers, apprehensive to touch it. Suddenly, her face appeared before him as he slowly emerged from the oak. She leaned gratefully into his touch, smiling at him as his fingers caressed the side of her face.

“Found me,” she giggled as she leaned forward until her lips almost touched his. Almost… And then she was gone again. Behind him, coming from the centre of the glade, Melot heard her voice once more: “Come and get me, Melot.”

Naturally, there was no need for her to tell him a second time. When he turned around, she untied the waist of her gown, revealing every curve of her full, naked form as it dropped to the ground. He once again went after her; biting his lip as he drank in every inch of her body, treading slowly and carefully as were he a predator stalking his prey. He came to a halt right in front of her, his eyes mirroring the ever-growing desire that coursed through his veins.

“Kiss me,” he said, his voice already dripping with impatience. When she denied him, and then a second time, and a third, he roughly placed his hands on either side of her face and pulled it towards his.

“Do not deny me my reward, you wicked little minx.” His words were a playful yet threatening growl, her response was rendered inaudible as it was swallowed up by his rough kiss. His cold demeanour melted somewhat as he felt her give in to his touch; lips less forceful, hands less demanding… His tongue slid along the seam of her lips – a subtle order she hastily and eagerly obeyed by parting her lips. Moans escaped both of them when he deepened the kiss, reaching around her to squeeze her ample behind, luring more noises of pleasure from her as he kneaded her soft flesh.

Finally, Melot pulled away, breaking the kiss, and with small, languid strides he circled her, delivering a swift spank to her bottom as he walked behind her – then he stood still, placing his chin on her shoulder. “I found you. I won you.”

She didn’t speak, nor did she move when Melot’s hands gripped the sides of her hips roughly, and dragged her back until her body was flush against hers. His fingertips dimpled the soft, supple flesh he held so fiercely as he ground his hips against her.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he said as the new friction caused his erection to swell even further with desperate need. She turned around in his arms and smiled a devious smile at him that sent shivers cascading down his spine. Her fingertips brushed gently past the tips of his ears, making him bite his lip and moan with pleasure and anticipation.

“The thought of your touch, my dear Prince,” she spoke slowly and in a sultry voice that made it difficult for him to keep from abandoning all manners, “has been on my mind since I felt you set foot in our forest.” Once again, she turned around, this time freeing herself from between Melot’s hands and taking a few steps away from him as she continued to speak: “Do you know what those hours of waiting did to me?” She sank down onto a moss-covered rock in the middle of the glade, spreading her legs wide for him to see, and running her fingers through her folds. “Do you want to find out?”

Melot answered her query with an eager nod, stepping towards her once more, and finally dropping to his knees in the soft moss before her – never lifting his gaze from her glistening petals. She reached for the richly embroidered collar of his shirt, and pulled at it, prompting him to pull it over his head and toss it to the side. With two fingers, she gently lifted his chin so he would look up at her.

His eyes never left hers as he took one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. From there, he started with a tender kiss to the inside of her upper leg, by her knee, his soft lips leaving a damp trail as he kissed higher and higher until he reached the apex of her thighs.

“A truly sweet reward,” he chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to the delicate skin before him. Her lips parted to let out a frustrated groan as he moved away from her core and kissed her stomach and hips, then her other leg all the way down to her foot, and back again. A gentle breeze cooled the wet marks his kisses had left on her skin, causing gooseflesh to erupt all over her body as she whined and squirmed beneath the touch of his fingers and lips. Then, finally, as she thought she would go positively mad with desire, he grasped the back of her thighs, spreading her legs even further, using his thumbs to part her petals and reveal her desperate, weeping core.

Just as she was about to revel in the sensations of Melot’s capable tongue against her most sensitive parts, she noticed something…

“We have an audience,” she said softly as she placed a hand on Melot’s forehead to stop him from moving further with his endeavours. Experience had taught her that elves had a tendency to consider intimate relations a private matter – something she and others of her kind could hardly fathom.

“Let them watch,” he growled, taking her by surprise. Melot pushed the hand she held to his head away and continued doing what he had been doing before. His tongue found her hidden pearl with ease, and before long, she poured down exclamations of pleasure and praise over him as he gently lapped at and suckled on her swollen clit.

“Do all dryads finish so easily?” he asked after he had gently guided her down from her first peak. Two of his fingers found her entrance, and without awaiting her answer, plunged into her drenched core. She found time between zealous utterances that alternated between praise and profanity, to answer his question affirmatively, while he relentlessly pumped his fingers into the snug heat of her body. She cried out his name when he added a third finger, breathing heavily as her velvet walls struggled to accommodate the cumulative girth of his digits – her second orgasm followed swiftly.

Behind them, from the edge of the glade, others – mostly of her kind – watched as Melot continued his efforts. A few of the dryads stayed mostly hidden in the trees, while some others approached matters less subtly, and settled down on the moss-covered floor of the glade, making no attempts to hide their own amorous activities – be they alone or with others. As strange as it was for him to admit, Melot secretly revelled in the attention of their prying eyes – though he doubted his feelings were really a secret to her: if his rising heartbeat didn’t give away his true sentiments regarding the situation, the fact that he continued lapping at her sopping core more vigorously than he had previously done surely would have clued her in.

Shortly after her third climax, she set a foot on his shoulder, pushing him off her as she fought to catch her breath.

“My turn,” she said with a wicked smile on her lips as she gently pushed Melot onto his back, nimble fingers wandering his exposed chest until they reached his trousers. Within seconds, she had undone them, and her eager hands wrapped around his hardened length, giving him a few strokes as she positioned herself in a way that allowed her to wrap her lips around him. She took his cock deep into her mouth with both devotion and ease, coating his shaft with saliva. As she moved her hands along his length, aiding her lips in their efforts, she elicited decadent moans and content whines from Melot as he continued his writhing, further succumbing to the pleasure she brought him with every passing second and every tender swipe of her tongue.

One of his hands weaved itself into her dark curls, and she happily let him guide the rhythm of her ministrations. She thought herself incredibly lucky to have found an elven lover, known for both their long lifespans – meaning a vast wealth of experience in lovemaking – and their stamina – which made him almost as insatiable as she was. As she looked up, she immediately recognized the burning desire in his eyes. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that hers held the same expression; she could feel the heat of her passion on her skin.

“Do you want me?” she asked after pulling her mouth off Melot’s cock – not an easy feat, as she found herself quite fond of servicing him. Her voice was hoarse and thick with lust, her bottom lip quivering with anticipation.

“More than anything,” he panted, his lips curling into an arrogant smirk as he witnessed her impatience; she hadn’t been able to wait for his answer before ridding him of his trousers completely. Upon her return, she all but dove into his arms, straddling his hips as she leaned forward.

“Then take me,” she whispered, laying her forehead against his, waiting for him to find her entrance. Instead, he pulled her off of him, and rolled on top of her, his hardness pressing against her slick folds, making her mewl and beg for him to enter her.

“Is that what you need?” he muttered against the skin of her neck as he littered the sensitive area with kisses and relished the writhing of her body beneath his. A dark growl rumbled within his chest, and he spoke in what was almost a vicious snarl: “Gods, I want nothing more than to bury every inch of myself inside of you.”

“Then why don’t you?” she whined, fretful cries escaping her as her attempts to angle her hips in such a way that his rigid length would slip into her all proved fruitless.

“Because I want you to beg for it,” he growled into her ear. “Beg for me, my little nymph.” It wasn’t often that she saw Melot so completely overcome with lust, so it stood to reason that she would wish to savour every moment of it. Soon, she heeded his request, loud pleas spilling from her mouth, urging him to break into her so that her lust might finally be slaked. Melot, however, seemed to have other plans entirely, and focused his efforts on her breasts, kneading one of them with fervent ardour. He took the nipple of the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiffened peak, sometimes suckling, or even biting down softly, repeating his treatment on her other breast, while her pleas fell on deaf ears.

She had always thought herself to be too proud to cry, but as Melot continued his cruel denial of her deepest desires, tears appeared, which, with every passing second, threatened more and more to break free from the confines of her eyes. The eyes of their spectators were all trained on her face, waiting for the moment she would finally succumb to the pressure of her carnal urges, casting aside her pride…

“Melot, please!” she cried out so loud that anyone who hadn’t yet been occupied with their performance was sure to turn their head now. “I beg of you, please fuck me!”

Melot hesitated for a final moment, knowing very well what it meant to lay with a nymph in the glade that she called home, but there was nothing more in this world that he wanted than to be hers for as long as fate would allow him to be. A few members of their ‘audience’, as she had called it before, cheered briefly as he drove his cock into her tight, drenched core, but he paid them no mind. To him, there were only two beings on this whole planet, and anything else didn’t matter in the slightest.

His thrusts were slow at first, as he savoured her constant whining and begging for more, but he ran out of patience and restraint much quicker than he had hoped. Both of them were completely enraptured by the sounds of ecstasy they let out as they continued to ravish each other. Her fingers dug into the moss flooring of the glade, seeking purchase to help her withstand his onslaught on her body, each of his wild thrusts luring a moan from her lips as her velvet walls stretched to accommodate his girth over and over again.

Her cries became louder as he hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge even deeper into her wet heat. His thumb found her clit with ease, drawing circles around the swollen little pearl, coaxing her to her next climax. A few strokes sufficed, and before long she cried out from pleasure as she once again reached her peak.

He leaned down to kiss her, and she gladly let him, so that she might revel in his attention as he whispered praise and sweet nothings in her ear. She knew he wasn’t finished with her yet, which is why his next query was hardly a surprise to her.

“Will you let me take you from behind?” The sound of his voice was almost a whine. She happily indulged him, naturally. She was a nymph, after all. Once again, she vanished from beneath him – almost causing Melot to lose his balance, but he caught himself just in time – only to emerge again a few feet away, on her knees. She swayed her hips enticingly as she leaned forward until her chest was on the ground, and arched her back. For a moment, Melot admired her and the way the sunlight danced over her skin, before he made his way over to her.

He sat behind her and ran his fingers through her slick folds, spreading her open as he leaned in to seek her clit with his tongue. Swiftly and with great ease, he brought her to another climax on his tongue. Melot chuckled softly under his breath. From the beginning of their tryst, he had found his dryad’s ability to orgasm time and again very intriguing, and if he was being honest, it was quite satisfying to unravel her time after time. Oftentimes, he lost count of the amount of times she finished, other times, he challenged himself to make her come a certain number of times... She seemed to have plenty of fun either way.

When he was done, she found he took too long to proceed. With impatience clearly evident in her voice, she begged him once again for his cock, not appreciating it when he teasingly ran its tip through her folds, holding her hips to prevent her from pushing herself onto him. It was in that moment that she realised Melot did not just appreciate her writhing – though there existed no doubt in her mind that he thoroughly enjoyed watching her in her current state, beside herself with lust and longing. No, Melot, she noticed, revelled in the attention of the spectators on the edge of the clearing.

“You like that we’re being watched,” she spoke softly, biting her lip to choke back a moan as Melot dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and pulled her closer, finally giving her what she had been waiting for.

“It’s growing on me,” he admitted as he thrust into her – slowly at first, then increasing his pace to a vigorous rhythm that made her cry out. Once more, she noticed how he relished the reactions from some of the onlookers as he sheathed himself inside her core again, how his erection seemed to swell even further inside of her, how there was a faint sense of arrogance and pride to the way he handled her that sat in stark contrast to their earlier encounters, which had consisted of hours upon hours of gentle lovemaking. Of course, even then, they had sometimes been caught by the occasional curious passer-by, but at the time, nothing had suggested that that was something Melot found particularly arousing.

Her thoughts were interrupted when another orgasm built inside her. It arrived quickly, almost taking her by surprise as she called out his name. This time, her clenching walls were too much for him, the sensation of her quivering muscles gripping his cock bringing him to the brink of orgasm, the sound of her cries of ecstasy the final straw that lured him over the edge, where he spilled his seed deep inside of her before collapsing next to her on the ground.

For a while, they lay there silent and spent. She rolled into his side, draping her arm over his stomach, and gently stroking his side as they slowly came to their senses again.

“I feel a little exposed,” Melot muttered softly enough that only she heard him. With one swift move of her hand, she conjured a blanket out of the moss flooring of the glade and draped it over his hips. The gesture immediately seemed to put him at ease.

“Your father won’t be happy about this,” she said after another while of silence, at once painfully aware that she had stolen the elven King’s son.

“My father will have no choice but to accept our union. Besides, it cements good relations between our kinds,” Melot responded plainly, seemingly deeming het concerns baseless.

“What if he tries to take you away from me?” she said, fear suddenly striking her as she realized what that would mean for her.

“He can’t,” Melot said, but his words did not yet put her mind at ease. “Wood elves are bound by the laws of nature. He might oppose our marriage, but there is nothing he can do to disband it.” His words brought her comfort, as did his lips, which he pressed briefly to her forehead.

“Rest, my love,” he muttered softly to her as fatigue took hold of her and her eyes began to fall shut, “my wife.”

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athenepromachos · 1 year

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Oooooh.... there sits one mean and moody Henners 🥵🥵

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write-r-die · 11 months

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By Tomorrow - Part 12

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I've been in a writing mood lately and I'm trying desperately to hold onto it. The next chapter of Man's World is nearly done and I have part 13 of By Tomorrow all planned out. I've also got a random drabble in the works!

Henry opened his eyes when he was sure Sybil was really asleep. Her hand still rested against his cheek, and he turned his face to kiss her palm before slipping out of the bed.

He was relieved that she didn’t wake up. It was strange for him to kiss her like that. He wasn’t entirely sure why he did it and he wasn’t interested in discussing it.

He grabbed a few spare plaids and made himself a nest on the ground beside the bed. She probably didn’t want him in the bed with her after what he’d done, and a bit of space would do him some good too.

For hours, sleep eluded him. He gave up and climbed back into the bed before dawn. Sybil sensed the disturbance and rolled over until she was pressed directly into his side.

He stiffened, suddenly afraid to touch her despite his usual tendency to do so — all the times he lifted her onto his horse or into his arms without even giving her a warning.

It seemed different now, though, because while he was taking liberties before, he wasn’t crossing any lines. He’d have to pull back now to remind Sybil that he didn’t think he was entitled to touch her, that she could refuse him and he would obey without complaint, and he had to show her that.

Because after the events of the past night, between their bedding, the Macleans arriving, Henry confessing more of his mother’s dark past – he wasn't sure he would be able to put the words together, let alone say them aloud.

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Sybil didn’t know what time it was when she woke. The cottage was dark and she didn’t want to open her eyes. She wasn’t ready to come back to the world yet, to deal with the reality of her situation.

She clung to the last remnants of sleep as tightly as she possibly could but they still slipped away from her. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes.

Henry was nowhere in sight. Part of her was relieved because she wasn’t sure how to face him now. The other part was disappointed and terribly lonely.

She couldn’t face him but she couldn’t be alone. Not now. Not with her stomach churning and the memories of her father’s friend swimming in her head. She had to get out.

It was late morning. People’s windows and doors were open to let in the cool air and the sun but hardly anyone was outside. They were still on alert after the Maclean incident.

Sybil didn’t care about that. She just wanted to see her friend.

It was unladylike to run and difficult to do so with long, heavy skirts but Sybil didn’t care. She nearly fell on her face a few times and was grateful that so few people were there to see.

Sybil was nearly to the keep when she caught sight of Catherine headed in her direction.

“Sybil!” She was still running toward her friend when she began talking. “Did you hear about what happened to the boy after you left?” She came to an abrupt stop a few feet away when she saw the silent tears streaking down Sybil’s face.

Catherine knit her brows in concern, even though it was probably nothing serious. Sybil cried at just about anything. “What is it?”

Sybil shut her eyes and shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what? Can’t tell me what’s wrong?” Catherine took Sybil’s hands. “Why not?”

“I can’t,” Sybil whispered.

“You can,” Catherine insisted. “You can tell me anything and everything. You do tell me everything.” Her attempt to lighten the mood fell flat.

“You’ll think differently of me.”

“Well we won’t know that until you tell me, will we?”

Sybil took a shuddering breath. “I slept” – she sobbed – “with Henry.”

“I don’t understand,” Catherine said, her face contorted in confusion. She could understand why that would be upsetting, but this was beyond Sybil’s usual disproportionately dramatic reactions. “Was he not – did he not treat you well? The first time can be terribly uncomfortable – painful, even – and I’m sure Henry feels –”

Sybil shook her head. Her stomach twisted, the words bubbling in her throat like vomit. She couldn’t hold them back. “It wasn’t – he wasn’t the first.”

***

Henry joined a hunting party to seek out the stag that had drawn the Maclean boy into Cavill territory. When he went back to the cottage to tell Sybil he was off and would be gone for at least one night, it was empty. Catherine wasn’t in her rooms, either; Henry figured that at least they were together.

Perhaps a night alone with Catherine would do Sybil some good. Settle her nerves. Make her feel at ease, since that was something he seemed unable to do.

He rubbed his forehead, trying to get at the ache behind it.

This hunt was supposed to be a distraction, but of course they couldn’t begin the hunt until picking up the stag’s trail. So here he was, still trapped in his thoughts but now with a dozen men by him.

Fuck. He hated being married, Henry decided. It was exhausting and difficult, just as he knew it would be. This was why he hadn’t wanted a wife: He knew it would be nearly impossible to be the sort of husband his wife deserved.

Not that he wanted to give up his wife – he’d rather sever a limb than lose Sybil. But he did wish they’d had more time. He wanted to have courted her, earned her trust, demonstrated his value. All his hard-won progress with her was forfeit now.

Henry set down his horse’s reins in his lap to rub at his head with more vigor.

Arran nudged his horse closer to Henry’s. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

His nephew kept his eyes forward and grunted.

“And the girl? How is she after last night?”

Henry swallowed hard, which did not go unnoticed by his uncle. “She is with Catherine today.”

Arran knew Henry in a way the others did not. He’d been a father figure to the boy growing up, and he was the only person Henry could tolerate having a deep conversation with, though Henry’s idea of a deep conversation was giving the shortest answers possible to any questions about his feelings – and now his wife, too. If anyone else asked him about Sybil’s state after the consummation, he’d likely break the fool’s nose.

“She’s a good woman,” Arran said. “And she is good for you. She’ll come around.”

Henry grumbled in reply. If Sybil were here, she would’ve been able to translate his nonsense sounds into words. He frowned at the thought. How was she supposed to come around if she was afraid of him? Again.

***

Catherine was silently fuming, her hands shaking as she moved them over Sybil’s back soothingly. She wanted to say something but God, what could she say? What could anyone say?

She felt sick at the thought of her friend being abused and hurt and being too afraid to tell anyone what had happened. Even if she did confide in someone, Sybil’s horrid father would blame her for it. She was so, so grateful to Henry for marrying Sybil and taking her away from that man.

Catherine always knew how lucky she was to have a husband like Garrett, who was considerate and kind and handsome and strong. They’d grown fond of one another in their time together; many married couples detested one another their entire lives.

Sybil would have that fondness with Henry. She already did. And Catherine was sure, soon enough, that fondness would develop into something more.

“What did Henry say when you told him?” she finally asked.

Sybil pulled away, fresh horror on her face. “You’re the only person I’ve told. He doesn’t know. And you can’t tell him, Catherine, please.”

“In God’s name, why?”

Sybil shook her head. “I don’t want him to know. I don’t want him to think differently of me.”

“He wouldn’t,” Catherine insisted. “You are his wife. He would —”

Sybil shook her head again. “Please, just don’t.” Her tears had run dry for the moment, exhaustion overtaking her sorrow.

“I won’t say anything,” her friend murmured. “It’s not my story to tell.”

“Thank you.”

Catherine stood and held her hands out to help Sybil to her feet. “Henry and the others have gone off hunting. I doubt they will be back until morning. Come stay with me tonight.”

Sybil smiled sheepishly. “You are my dearest friend. Do you know that?”

Catherine looped their arms together. “I suspected as much, but it’s always nice to hear you say so.”

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It was Hamish and Kier’s idea to give the stag to the Macleans once they killed it as an offering of peace. They had to catch the damn thing first, though.

It was swift and clever and Henry was no help at all. He completely gave up on the charade of stalking the deer and started using his bow and arrow to take down rabbits instead. Owen was the only one to call him out on it, and he gave up when it became clear that Henry was paying no attention to him.

Henry offered no excuse when he headed back to the keep; he didn’t tell anyone he was leaving, either. They’d figure it out for themselves.

The hillside was quiet as he rode home. The hall, usually teeming with activity so close to supper time, was all but abandoned.

Two serving girls were scrubbing blood from the stone floor, and the table on which they’d set the boy was nowhere to be seen. They would break it down and burn it, most likely, if they couldn’t clean all the blood from it.

Henry wondered errantly what they had done with the Maclean boy’s severed leg. Did his brothers take it back with them? Would they bury it? Burn it?

He shook his head to clear it and stepped deeper in.

The midwives and healer who attended the boy were still gathering their supplies from the hall. There was a bluish purple flower among them. Henry wordlessly crossed the room to the midwife, everyone’s eyes on him.

He stopped a few feet away and she stared up at him, unsure of what to do or say. After a moment, he pointed to the flower. “Can I have that?”

The woman’s eyes flashed to the flower and then back to his. She wordlessly plucked two of them from the table and gave them over.

Henry examined the delicate lavender sprigs in his hand. He would give these to Sybil and draw her a warm bath like the ones she had as a child. That would make her smile. And he wanted to make her smile more than anything.

#henry cavill #the witcher #the tudors #charles brandon #superman #geralt of rivia #mission impossible #the cavillry #clark kent #august walker #medieval au #highlander reebot #highland romance #henry cavill rpf #man of steel #the man from uncle #napolean solo #tristan + isolde #melot

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henry-cavs-tudor · 3 months

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Our precious Melot❤️

#Melot #tristan and isolde #2006 #henry cavill

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ellethespaceunicorn · 11 months

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Finally sitting down to watch Blood Creek and Tristan and Isolde.

For Blood Creek, I really just wanna see baby!Henry and I like horror movies which I feel like this is, right?

For Tristan and Isolde, I really wanna read Believe in Me by @geralts-yenn and actually know what’s going on haha

No one asked for these explanations but you’re all getting them. So yes. These are my plans for the day because I’m home sick with a stomach bug.

#henry cavill #henry cavill characters #melot #evan marshall #blood creek #tristan and isolde #ellethespaceunicorn speaks

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geralts-yenn · 10 months

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Hearts Too Big

Modern AU Melot (Tristan&Isolde) x OFC x Mike (Hellraiser)

summary: Nina goes on a camping trip with her boyfriend Mel and his cute neighbor Mike. Plenty of feelings - that’s the whole plot

warnings: alcohol and drug use, vaginal fingering, anal fingering (F/M receiving) oral (F/M, M/F, M/M ), vaginal sex, anal sex (F receiving), double penetration

word count: 10,4k (sorry!)

Inspo boards

A/N: I told @raccoon-eyed-rebel (in a tumblr post that I can’t find anymore) that I had plans on making Mikey her partner in Ray Of Sunshine. This exploded into a whole universe of its own in our heads (we share our brains from time to time) and you will get a lot of biker boys in the future because I know Nina won’t stop asking for more. This one got quite big, quite queer and quite Nina-indulgent. It’s Melot and Mikey, it’s bi and it’s polyamorous, so if that’s not for you, feel free to NOT read it. And if that doesn’t draw you off, enjoy! This one was really hard for me to write, took me a month, I went through highest highs and lowest lows. And I feel both excited and anxious posting it. So please, more than ever, tell me what you think about it! I need feedback for this one, every word from you will mean the world to me!

Not a good idea! Not a good idea at all. Nervously, you gazed at the hands of your boyfriend, drumming on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was playing. His eyes lit up as he met yours through the rearview mirror, and your heart stopped for a beat. You were still so madly in love with Mel.

But then you turned your head to the passenger seat, where Mikey sat. His feet were folded under his cute butt as he tried to make sense of the map that lay in his lap.

You had really tried not to crush on him. But soon after he moved into the apartment next to Mel, you knew you had no chance. It was absolutely impossible not to fall for him. Which meant you were screwed. Well, until yesterday you had at least thought you were safe, just ogling Mike from afar and maybe sometimes including him in your little daydreams. Until Mel told you about that ugly break up between Mike and his boyfriend that had left him crying in the hallway. Mel wanted to cheer him up. They had become friends and Mel wanted to be there for him. And this meant Mel asked you to take Mike with you on your trip along the coast.

You had been planning it for weeks. Mel had bought the old camper van, you both spent your free time working on it to make it more comfy. You had planned every segment of the trip. And most of all, you had planned where you wanted to fuck. Because, to be honest, the main purpose of this whole trip was to fuck Mel the whole day and night everywhere you were going to stop. That wouldn’t be happening now.

You said no at first. Not only because you would rather not cancel the main activity that you had planned, even more so because you were panicking at the thought of having to spend days in a small car together with those two. You wouldn’t be able to hide how much you were attracted to Mike. And you couldn’t hurt Mel.

In the end, your brain decided to stop working when Mel gave you this look of a sad puppy that you could never resist and you agreed. Mel had asked Mike to join you and the boys were soon making the last preparations for your tour. You sat next to them and just watched them talking and laughing. Yes, you were definitely screwed. All you could think of was kissing them. Both!

You stared at the map in front of you. Not that you really tried to find the right direction. You just needed to keep your eyes from Mel and Nina. Maybe it wasn’t your best idea to agree to join them. But to be fair, you hadn’t had your best day yesterday. Why did you just always manage to destroy every relationship you had? You really liked Will. You tried to make it work. But Will soon got jealous. And rightfully so. Why couldn’t you just stop thinking about others? About Mel. About Nina. Your heart was just too big for one person.

However, going on a trip with the exact two people who were, unbeknownst to them, responsible for your break-up, was probably one of the worst decisions you had ever made. Now it was too late. Somehow you were going to make it work. Hopefully, without making a fool of yourself and without ruining another relationship.

A hand brushing over your thigh got you out of your thoughts. You sucked in some air in surprise and raised your gaze to Mel.

“Could you please hand me a bottle of water, Mike?” Mel looked at you, and it took you a second to comprehend that you were supposed to do something. Right! Getting some water for Mel. You turned to the back of the van, where Nina’s head was sunken onto the side of the car. She looked too cute, her mouth slightly open as she was sleeping. Now that explained why Mel had asked you for water and not Nina who was sitting next to the cooler. You needed to crawl back to reach it. And as you did so you couldn’t hold yourself back, you brushed some strands of hair from Nina’s face, your fingers lingering probably a little too long on her soft skin.

As you handed the water to Mel, your hands touched for a moment. Your heart dropped a beat and there was this fluttery feeling in your stomach that you knew far too well. Oh no, it was getting worse. You were going to fuck this up badly.

You couldn’t be happier. You exchanged looks with Nina, sitting in the back seat, humming along with the music. Then you moved your head to watch Mike as he ruffled his nose, scanning the map. You had no idea why Mike was so focused on the map at all, you knew the directions you had to take. But you didn’t complain because you really liked how your friend looked so much happier than he had yesterday. Something about seeing Mike next to you made you feel excited, you just couldn’t put your finger on what it was exactly.

You stopped around midday at a small parking lot in the middle of nowhere. Nina had told you that there had to be a beautiful lake with a waterfall nearby, and you decided that this should be the spot to take your lunch break. The three of you packed some food and water in your backpacks and went on your way to find the lake. It took you only a few minutes of walking. Nina spread a blanket on the grass, and you all sat down cross-legged, munching on your sandwiches. Mikey jabbered without a pause, making Nina laugh. You leaned back onto your arms and closed your eyes, taking in the warmth of the sunlight, the smell of moss and wood, the gurgling sounds of the waterfall, Mike’s deep voice and your girlfriend’s bright laughter. It was just perfect.

After you had finished your lunch, Nina took off her shoes and strode along the way through the shallow waters on the shore. You took the opportunity alone with Mike to check on him. The whole day you had been wondering if he was doing okay. Well, as okay as someone could be the day after they got their heart broken. He was a lot calmer than usual, and you really hoped that he didn’t regret coming with you. You put your hand on Mike’s shoulder. “How are you? Can you cope with me and Nina?” You nodded over to your girlfriend who was trying to make pebbles jump over the water.

Mike looked at you through his lashes and smiled. Or attempted to smile because somehow it looked odd. Not his usual cute beam.

Fuck! What were you supposed to say? ‘I’m falling hard for you AND your girlfriend?’ That wouldn’t be smart. So you just nodded.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I really appreciate that you try to distract me. And it’s working.” Working a little too well, to be fair. You turned to watch Nina. She was so cute, attempting to skip stones over the surface of the lake. And she was giving you a nice view every time she bent down to grab another pebble. You’d better get back to Mel. He was watching his girlfriend, too and the look on his face was just so adorable, you could kiss him right here and now. Damn it, Mikey, what made you think spending a whole weekend with the two of them would be anything but a disaster? You were desperately trying to think of something else when a gush of cold water startled you, making you and Mel both jump up in surprise. Nina was snickering, proud of herself for making both men scream like school girls. But as you started to run into the lake, she screamed herself and tried to get away from you. Mel followed foot and you both chased her down, ending up in a tangle of limbs and giggles when both of you finally lunged for her.

When you stood up again, all three of you were laughing and spluttering. And your heart was about to burst. Having them both in your arms was just the best feeling ever.

If you didn’t want to wreck another relationship, you had to retreat. You stepped back, waddling towards the shore and sat down on the grass. A heavy lump formed in your stomach as you watched Mel and Nina. They were laughing and kissing and running their hands all over each other’s bodies. It was the most beautiful thing ever and yet, it crushed you to look at it.

You pulled your wet shirt over your head and dropped it next to you. Mel and Nina’s kisses were getting more intense and your body reacted to it. Carefully you tried to adjust your pants, which wasn’t really successful as they were dripping wet, too. So you got up and walked into the woods, trying to bring yourself to reason.

You had noticed that Mike was leaving you alone, and you wondered what he was thinking. It wasn’t very empathetic of Mel and you to give Mike such a show while he was trying to get over his heartache. It was just so hard not to get handsy with Mel when he was standing so close to you, completely wet.

You pushed Mel away from diving his head into your cleavage. He pouted at you but as he saw the concerned look on your face, he understood.

“We better get going,” he just said and turned to walk back to the shore. He was still hard, and you just hated to see him leave like this, but you knew it was the right thing to do. When you had packed everything, Mike was back too, and you headed back to the van.

You changed into dry clothes, but the guys decided to just switch to new shorts, neither of them bothering to put on a shirt.

Great! So now you were not only stuck with your boyfriend and your crush, no, now you had to endure them half naked for the rest of your ride. Which luckily didn’t take too long, and somewhere along the way you even managed to think of something other than being sandwiched between the two of them.

You had picked out a small secluded cove for the stop of the night. Mel and Mike went to gather some wood for a campfire. Meanwhile, you rearranged the van to build comfortable beds for Mel and you and Mike. The pop top roof was meant to be your bedroom and Mike got the back of the van to himself. You even arranged some fairy lights on the ceiling, making it look more romantic and comfy.

As the boys got back, you all worked together to make yourself some pasta for dinner. And after that, you spent the evening at the fire, talking and laughing.

At some point, Mel took his guitar and started to play. You leaned your head on his shoulder and stretched your legs over Mikey’s thighs. You didn’t even think about what you were doing. It just felt natural and somehow domestic.

After two beers and a shared joint, Mike got all talkative again, telling you the most ridiculous stories about his love life. You hung on every word he spoke, and Mel did the same. You cuddled together around the fire and everything just felt perfect.

“And then I rubbed a whole glass of honey all over my body, from my neck down to my toes. I was completely covered with that sticky mess. Don’t ask me what I was thinking because I wasn’t! And then she sent me a text that she wouldn’t come over. So, I had ruined my phone, and it took me the entire night to get myself and the bedroom rid of that sticky shit. Advice from me: Don’t overdo things for food play!” You giggled. “Who the hell bails out of the opportunity to lick you clean?” The words were out of your mouth before you could think. You bit your lip in regret, but the guys just laughed at your comment.

Mike cocked his head. “I think I am talking way too much. What about your most stupid sex accidents? I want to hear, please!” Mike was just as successful as Mel at making the most adorable puppy eyes as he looked at you two.

Mel snorted: “Not nearly as entertaining as yours, Mike, but I once tried my best to show my dominance and threw that girl onto the bed only to break my toe on the bed frame the next second. So I was curled on the floor, crying like a baby, instead of manhandling her. Ruined the mood pretty quickly!” All three of you chuckled at that before the eyes of both boys turned to you expectantly.

You turned away shyly, not wanting to appear boring. “I don’t really have anything to tell,” you admitted. “I am not that experienced in this area.” You felt the heat crawling up your neck and ears.

Mel sensed your discomfort and pulled you closer in his arms. “We’re working on it, babe!” he told you with a wink

You knew it wasn't going to be easy. But in no way had you expected how much this whole trip would mess with your heart. There was only so much longing a man could handle. And this was too much.

You had to focus on every word, on every movement tonight, not to let the affection you felt for Mel and Nina show. Maybe you weren't trying hard enough. The way your heart started racing when Nina put her feet in your lap. And the way Mel looked into your eyes as you tried to hide your feelings by telling all these stupid stories. Surely, they must have seen how much you felt for them?

As you lay in your bed and stared into the darkness, you debated with yourself whether you should open up about your feelings. But did you really want to risk your friendship? Their relationship? No, you had to suffer in silence.

You chuckled sadly as you recognized the sounds coming from the roof. They were trying to be quiet. But of course, they couldn't be so careful that they were completely silent while fucking in an old camper van. There were the creaks of the old vehicle, the stifled moans, the small giggles. You imagined what it would be like to join them. It wasn't difficult, you had pictured them in your head before. And after this day, where you were able to watch them and feel them… It was easy.

Your hand slipped into your boxers. It wrapped around your hard cock, and you started to stroke yourself slowly, with a tight grip. It was hardly enough to still your desire, but you could at least ease a little of the tension that had been building up the whole day. Nina’s small whimpers shot straight into your guts.

Then there was this grunt that must have escaped Melot's lips. You tried to hold back your own sounds of pleasure as you rubbed your thumb over your leaking tip, spreading the beads of pre-cum all over your dick. You thought of how their bodies slammed into each other. How Nina's wonderful tits bounced as Mel rutted into her. You pictured yourself being part of it. How you would lap at her core, how you would kiss him and let him taste his girlfriend on your tongue. How you would tremble when his hands finally touched you.

Shit, you had lost all control, panting heavily as you looked down at the mess you had made all over your chest. Surely, you had been too loud.

But you could still hear them. Maybe they hadn't noticed, in their own euphoria.

You feared you wouldn't find sleep at all, but this storm of feelings had brought exhaustion with it, and you fell asleep shortly after your shameful rapture.

You almost fell asleep at the fire, snuggled against Mel and Mike. You felt so happy, so cared for. Your heart was full, it felt…complete.

Mel had taken you back to bed at some time. And as you climbed up to the mattress on the roof you were immediately awake again, hungry for Mel's touch. You needed him now.

As you pressed your palm against the semi hard cock in his boxers, he hissed.

“We need to be quiet!” he told you, only to groan once more, when your fingers circled over the sensitive spot on his frenulum. Happy to draw this reaction out of him, you giggled.

You freed his cock, which was far from semi by now. His boxers were already ruined from the pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

With soft, open-mouthed kisses you descended from Mel's lips, moving over his whole chest until you reached your destination. Your tongue darted out to lick at what was left of the salty evidence of his arousal.

Closing your lips around his swollen tip, you started to move your head up and down, your cheeks hollowed. You would never get used to how good he felt in your mouth. Your hand came to aid, wrapping around his shaft, close to his root and mirroring your movements.

His muscles tensed with every little bit of sensation you gave him.

The air in the tent was damp, and sweat was running down your spine. You stopped for a moment, thought you heard something, but you didn't notice anything now.

Melot guided you to look at him. He gave you a pleading look and hooked his finger, silently telling you to get up to him.

When your faces were pressed against each other again, he whispered in your ear:

“I need to fuck you so badly, baby!”

You happily obliged and straddled his thighs. It wasn't easy to move in the cramped space of the van. When the car creaked under your actions, you suppressed a giggle.

After finally finding a comfortable position, you raised your hip and sank down again, this time with Mel’s cock stretching you open.

Both of you needed to move slowly, but after the constant buildup of sexual tension throughout the day, it took little to bring you pleasure. You felt every twitch, every bit of friction inside of you. And when Melot's fingers pinched your sensitive nipples you couldn't hold back some whimpers.

You looked into Mel's eyes, his face glowing from sweat in the shine of the fairy lights. His self-control was just as close to being shattered as yours.

Leaning back, you found a new angle that hit you exactly where you needed him. The rhythm to which you moved your hips got faster. You were almost there. Your hand ran up Mel's inner thigh until they reached his balls. They were drenched in your arousal.

He clenched his jaw as you ran your fingers up and down to spread your juices even further. Leaning forwards, you found access to move your fingers briefly between his cheeks.

The sound he made as you slowly brushed over his tight entrance was almost enough to make you cum.

Your eyes met and you shared a small smile.

Slowing down your rhythm as you tried to catch a breath, you heard him: Stifled moans, coming from below. Your pussy clenched around Mel's cock as you thought about what Mike was doing to himself.

You had stopped moving but Melot rutted into you, jerking his hips up as hard as he could.

Mike must have been close now, by now he had completely forgotten to stay calm. Your gaze fell upon Mel and what you saw just turned your whole world upside down. This pained expression in his eyes, full of longing and desire, it wasn't meant for you. It was all for Mike.

As you sat by the fire, you thought about your day, and you came to the conclusion that it was just perfect. Better than it could have been without Mike, like you had originally planned.

No, it felt so good to have him with you. You all had so much fun.

When you had seen him the day before, curled up on the floor and crying, your heart broke for him. And seeing him now, laughing again. It did something to you: A warm feeling spread in your chest.

But now it was getting late. Mike had already gone to bed and Nina's head lay heavy on your chest now, too. You pulled her in your arms and carried her to the camper. As you stood at the ladder you still wondered how you could get your sleeping girlfriend up to your bed when she stirred in your arms.

“Put me down, Mel, I can walk!” Her voice was husky. You did as she told you, but when she tried to climb the ladder, you had to steady her, putting both your hands on her magnificent ass. Nothing to complain about.

The bed on top of the van was just beautiful. Nina lit up the fairy lights and dragged you down to her.

She was very much awake again, you noticed, as she pressed her soft body against yours.

As her hand found its way to your growing erection, you tried your best to keep quiet, not quite successful. It got even harder when she wrapped her beautiful soft lips around your cock. Pressing your heels into the mattress, you focused to keep at least a little composure not to wake Mike.

There was some rumbling down in the van and Nina stopped for a second.

It was a perfect opportunity to guide her up to you again. You were so desperate to feel her warm, wet pussy around your cock. Luckily, she needed you as much as you needed her.

She rode you way too slowly. Your dick craved every little bit of movement she gave you. You fought hard not to take over control and fuck her hard. Feeling for her heavy breasts and rolling her hardened buds in your fingers, also wasn't helpful to calm you down. You drank in the picture before you. She was so fucking gorgeous as she rocked her hips.

When she repositioned herself and let her hands run over your thighs, you lost it. Her fingers worked eagerly over all these sensitive spots. Spots where you hadn't been touched before. A loud moan escaped your mouth at the unfamiliar feeling. All this made you feel so needy.

Your eyes shot open as you realized what the sounds you heard, coming from below you, meant. Suddenly, there was this image of Mike in your head. You pictured him pumping his cock. You pictured his face, frowning in effort. You pictured touching him, helping him with his endeavors. Whatever it was that made you feel this way, you couldn't change it. And so, you just accepted it, as you fucked your girlfriend, thinking how desperately you wanted to kiss the man that lay in the bed below you two.

You stared into the night and listened to the noises that Nina and Mike made in their sleep. You weren’t able to stop thinking. What were you supposed to do?

As you realized that sleep wasn't an option anyway, you decided to get up. Maybe it was easier to form some clear thoughts if you got some fresh air, away from the soft and warm body of the woman you loved.

You carefully climbed down from the roof of your van and sat down by the smoldering fire.

By now you had accepted that there was more than just friendship you felt for Mike. But you still felt the same deep love for Nina as before. How was this supposed to work?

There was some rustling and, before you could turn, a pair of hands ran down from your shoulders to your chest. Nina wrapped you in her arms as she sat down behind you.

"We should talk!" she whispered softly in your ear.

"About what?" Your heart was pounding in your chest. Yet, you still hoped that she wasn’t aware of your feelings.

"About Mike!" Panic started to build in your center. So it was that obvious? After a deep inhale, you turned so you could look at Nina. You took her hands in yours and sighed. How should you even start a conversation like this?

But you didn't have to search for words as Nina began to speak: "Melot, I saw it. What you feel for him. Your face is like an open book. And it's okay. We can't fight what we feel. Just be honest with me, okay?" She looked at you with a shy smile and big eyes. You swallowed down a sob that tried to escape you. It was never your intention to hurt anyone. But that was probably what was about to happen as soon as you started to speak.

"I didn't know, not until I heard him. And it doesn't change anything I feel for you, babe. I love you!" It sounded ridiculous and yet, it was the truth.

To your shock, Nina started to laugh. Not the sad, sarcastic chuckle you deserved but her bright, joyful laughter that made you call her your ray of sunshine.

"Just look at us. So happily in love, and yet we both fall for someone else. For the same guy even." Your eyes widened when you perceived the meaning of Nina's words.

“Wait! What?” you stuttered. “You feel the same? What… What’s wrong with us, Nina?” This whole situation was becoming more and more like a dream. Your whole body was shaking and your eyes searched for Nina’s in hopes that she could somehow help you out of this nightmare.

And she could: “Nothing is wrong with us, Melot. It looks as if our hearts are too big for loving just one person.” She chuckled softly. “There’s enough room for Mike to join.”

Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes as you realized that Nina wasn’t mad at you. That you wouldn’t lose her. Relief rushed through you, it felt like a heavy stone was lifted off your chest. Nina pulled you closer into her embrace and kissed away the tears that had found a way down your cheeks.

Your voice was still trembling as you dared to speak again: “Nina, I was so scared you’d hate me! I don’t ever want to lose you!” She pressed a firm kiss onto your lips.

“Melot, you fool, you won’t lose me. I’ve never felt so much for a person as I feel for you.” With more kisses, you tried to calm your overflowing emotions. It took you a while until you finally could get back to talking.

“But what about Mike?” You couldn’t just ignore the affection that you both had for him.

Nina sighed and with a look on her face that told you she wasn’t nearly as sure about this as it sounded, she said: ”We need to talk to him. We should ask him if he wants to join us”

You shook your head in disbelieve. “Like what? Hey, you wanna fuck my girlfriend - and me?” Your voice cracked as you spoke the last words and panic rose in your chest once more. “Damn, that feels strange! I never…” You couldn’t end the sentence, but Nina knew what you wanted to say anyway. She pulled you closer once more and soothed you with her fingers running through your hair and the warmth of her body pressed against you. When she was convinced that you were as relaxed as one could be, who just found out that they were not as straight as they had always thought they were, she spoke again:

“Let’s take our time and see what happens. Maybe carefully test the waters. See how Mike reacts to us.” A reassuring smile spread over her pretty face. “If we’re lucky, we can share our love. And if we aren’t, we can share our heartache."

You spent way too much time hiding in the van after you woke up, not wanting to see either of them. You feared they had heard you last night and alone by thinking of it, you felt the blood rush through your ears. But that wasn’t the only cause for your retreat. You were sure you couldn’t face another day in their presence. How could you ignore your feelings? You were someone who carried their heart on their sleeve. You were someone who was expressive with their emotions. Keeping them shut away was completely against your nature.

But, you could brood as long as you wanted, at some point, you couldn’t ignore any longer that you really, really had to pee.

To your surprise, you found them sleeping, cuddled into blankets at the dying campfire. After you had relieved yourself, you got back to the camp. Melot and Nina were both stirring in their makeshift bed on the grass. You silently turned and decided to get more wood for the fire so you could make some much needed coffee.

When you returned with an armful of branches, Mel and Nina were both awake. They greeted you smiling, and you were grateful that, if they had noticed you tonight, they were kind enough to just ignore it.

Mel helped you to start a new fire and Nina prepared the coffee and cut some fruit.

There was an awkward silence as you all went about your work. But when you sat down on a trunk, Nina squatted down between your thighs and gazed softly at you with her beautiful brown eyes.

"How are you doing, love?" The pet name made your heart flutter, and you didn't know how to take it. Melot stood behind you and joined the conversation: "Are you still thinking of Will?"

You carefully chose the words for your response: "To be honest, it wasn't ever much about Will. Hell, this sounds mean, but it's the truth. We split up because I fell in love. And it obviously wasn’t Will I fell for." You closed your eyes for a second, thinking back to the awful last conversation you had had with your ex-boyfriend.

"He noticed how I looked at them, how I yearned for them." As you stared off into the distance, you didn't notice the looks that Mel and Nina exchanged with each other.

Nina put both of her hands on your knees and slowly brushed them up and down your thighs. Her touch shot straight to your heart, and you could barely hold back the moan that threatened to escape your mouth.

To make it even harder, Mel sank his palms onto your shoulders and massaged your tense muscles. Electric shocks ran through your body as they touched you like this.

"Is there anything we can do for you?" Melot asked, his voice dropping.

You bit down a sarcastic chuckle. "You are already doing too much."

You had the window rolled down and enjoyed the wind in your hair. On the outside you might have appeared calm, but there were a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. Within the last twenty-four hours, the whole idea of your relationship had changed into something new. Something that had you getting excited but also scared.

The realization of Melot’s feelings for Mike had felt like a hit in your guts for a few seconds, until you admitted to yourself that it was only fair to allow him to feel the same way you did. And not long after, you came to the conclusion that it was probably the best thing that could ever happen to you, that your man shared your crush on Mike with you. The night by the fire with Melot in your arms, you felt closer to him than ever before and though you thought it wasn’t possible, it felt like your love for this man grew even bigger. Your thoughts drifted to another scene earlier that day that made your heart jump. Mike confessed he was falling in love. He didn’t tell you with whom. But maybe your senses didn’t trick you and there was something between him and the both of you. Maybe his heart was racing just as much as yours when he touched you. And maybe the way he looked at Mel when he thought no one was watching was really the yearning you thought you recognized.

You could have just asked him, but you didn’t dare. And so Mel and you chose to just tease the hell out of Mike and wait for his reaction. Mel turned to you for a second, as you were in the passenger’s seat today, and smiled mischievously. His hand dropped to your thigh and his fingers dug into your flesh. Yeah, you should take another turn teasing Mikey, so you got up and crawled between the seats, trying to give Mike a perfect view of your cleavage as you pretended to search for something in one of the bags in the back seat. You moved as slowly as possible, brushing your fingers along Mike’s calves, making it look like it was just an accidental touch. And with satisfaction, you saw how Mike tensed at the contact. He clenched his jaw and his eyes widened just for the part of a second. Yes, he wasn’t unaffected by you.

Mel stopped when he found another beautiful deserted beach. It was a hot day, and you decided that swimming was a better option than going for a hike.

You changed into your bikini in the camper and as you stepped out into the sun you smiled. Mel was standing with his back to you and Mike was close to him, rubbing sunscreen onto the tattoos on your boyfriend’s skin. You joined them, taking the sunscreen tub, and you started to work on Mike’s back. He felt so good under your hands. When every bit of skin on all three of you was cared for, you made your way into the waves. Mike and Mel had fun chasing you once more. The three of you were screaming and laughing and soon enough you had found yourself in an entanglement of arms and bodies again. It was just perfect, this was how you wanted it to be, from now on, until forever.

There were hands on your waist, and you couldn’t even tell to whom they might belong. Another arm wrapped around you and tugged you down into the water. You felt lips on your neck. When you turned, you looked into the eyes of your boyfriend, and they were sparkling with joy. He pressed a firm kiss onto you and grabbed your hand. As you followed him back to the shore, you realized that in his other hand he held Mike and pulled him with you, too.

Mel dropped down onto your blanket and Mike and you both followed him. Mel moved you to straddle him and shared a deep kiss with you. You answered him, opening up, letting his tongue enter and explore you. Mel's hands cupped your breasts through the thin, wet fabric of your bikini, sending shivers down to your core. But then you heard a frustrated grunt and pulled back. Mike sat next to you with an expression that you didn’t know from him. There was a deep frown on his face and if you were to guess, you would say he looked hurt.

When Mike saw that he got the attention of both Mel and you, he started to ramble:

“Sorry guys, I can’t take it anymore! You are both playing with my feelings! This might be fun for you, but it’s not for me. In fact, it hurts like hell. All your looks, all your touches, do you realize what they do to me? You are not helping me, all you’re doing is make me fall even harder for you two!”

That’s when Mel rushed forward. His mouth was on Mike’s before you could even blink. It looked awkward, there were noses brushing against each other, teeth clicking, as they were trying to find the right position, but in the end it was the sweetest kiss you had ever witnessed. And it was your boys who were kissing. They were yours.

You were so fucking nervous as you watched Mikey through the rearview mirror. He looked tired and tense. And yet, he was just so beautiful. Nina found ways to taunt him from time to time, and it was too cute to see him blush. When you saw the beach, you knew you had to stop. Just thinking about fooling around with them in swimwear made you lose your mind. And you were just about right. You weren’t even in the water before you were a total mess. Did you really have the stupid idea to ask Mike if he could help you with the sunscreen on your back? Well, you didn’t want to ruin your tattoos, right? But there you were, trying your best to hide all the emotions that you felt as Mike let his hands roam over your skin. They were soft and warm and yet, they gave you goosebumps wherever he touched you. He was so close. You just needed to turn and kiss him. But you couldn’t. Not yet. Nina joined you, applying some sunscreen on Mikey, and you did the same for her. As you went to extra lengths to take care of the sensitive skin of her breasts, you saw Mikey’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. It was really time to get into the cool water or else your heart would overrule your mind, and you would do things you just shouldn’t do. Nina was the first to run into the waves and Mike and you followed her. All of you were screaming and laughing, trying to get one another to dive into the water. Your heart jumped as you felt Mike tickling your side. Then you had Nina in a tight grip. You pressed your lips on her neck and sucked at her soft skin. First you looked into Nina’s eyes and realized that she was just as happy as you were. And then you turned to study the deep blue eyes of Mike. You saw that bittersweet expression that you knew from yourself. He was longing for you. For both of you most likely. You decided that you had to go all in now. There was no way to drag this out any longer without hurting someone. You grabbed both the hands of your girlfriend and of Mike and guided them back to the beach.

There was no plan you could follow, and your brain wasn’t working properly at the moment, so you just improvised. You dropped to the ground, taking them both with you. Not daring to touch Mike, you started to kiss Nina, pulling her into your lap. Her nipples, hard from the cold water, were peeking through the fine material of her bikini, and you couldn’t just ignore it. You cupped her breasts, deepening your kiss. Now you needed to find a way to let Mike know that you wanted to share this with him. But there was no need to because Mike was done with the teasing. He was so angry and it was so adorable. And as he confessed that he was really falling for both of you, you couldn’t hold back any longer. You pulled his face to yours and, your heart dropping a beat, you pressed your lips on his. It felt so different, so new. Your nose was in your way, and you were moving way too fast. But it was such a great feeling. Mike’s tongue was exploring you, and you sank your hand into his wet curls to pull him as close to you as you could. Nina, who was still sitting in your lap, wriggled between the two of you, and you finally pulled back to look at her. Your heart was racing. What if she changed her mind? What if she couldn’t see you kissing someone else? But then you saw her face and she looked happy and - proud. Her hand cupped Mike’s cheek, and she started kissing him just as passionately as you had a second earlier.

As you watched them, you felt your cock twitch in your pants. You wanted them, you wanted them both so badly. But just as you reached out for Mike’s chest, he pulled out of your embrace. He sat back, his eyes rushing from you to Nina and back to you. “Sorry, I need to know. Is this what you are doing here with me a casual hookup? Because I can’t do that. I can’t have my heart broken again.” Nina took his hand and answered him, a soft smile on her face: “No, Mike, we’re both so totally into you. We want to ask you if you would like to be part of what we have.” His eyes went big as saucers and his head turned to you, looking at you quizzically. You nodded. “You have to be patient with me. I’ve never been with a guy before. But I really, really can’t stop thinking of you.”

Mike ran with his hand through his hair, still a look of disbelief on his face. But then he grew a smug smirk from ear to ear. “I think I just won the jackpot!”

You started kissing again, taking turns. Your hands were exploring each other's bodies. The sensations were overwhelming. Mike felt and tasted so different but just so good. The bulge in your pants grew with every touch. And then a hand pressed against your erection. Your gaze dropped: The hand belonged to Mike. For a moment, you froze in your movements.

Mike must have sensed your hesitation because he removed his hand from between your legs and cupped your cheek instead.

"Relax, we're just having fun. If you're not comfortable with something, let me know. But please let me try to make you feel good." His words soothed you. You covered his hand with yours and let your forehead sink against his.

"Okay!" Your words were barely a whisper. Mike rubbed his nose against yours, the cutest smile on his face. The kiss that followed was sweet and gentle.

When he pulled back, Nina replaced Mike's spot on your mouth. You decided to close your eyes and just let whatever was about to happen, happen.

There were lips and hands all over your body. A gasp escaped you as a hand slipped into your pants. They were sticky and wet, and you were eager to get them down. When you managed and your cock sprang free, you heard a deep moan. You opened your eyes and saw how Mike and Nina exchanged looks, Mikey biting his lip in anticipation.

Turning your attention to Nina, you pulled on the strings to undo her bikini top and both Mike and you grabbed a handful of her tits. It didn't take long until Mike replaced it with his mouth. And then you felt Mike's hand, skin on skin. Damn, why did this feel so good? He stroked you in slow motions. When his mouth left Nina's nipple he grinned at you.

"This is heaven! Boobies and dick, all for me!" You were totally in love with this stupid dork.

Somehow you found yourself lying on your back on the blanket. Nina was kneeling next to you, apparently just as excited as you, as Mike slowly descended your body. He pressed wet kisses on every bit of skin that he passed, until he stopped just inches away from where the tip of your cock lay heavy on your ab.

"Come here, baby!" you told your girlfriend and dragged her leg over you. You pushed her bikini to the side and guided her to sit on your face.

Nina was soaking wet and you devoured both her delicious pussy and the sweet sounds that she made in response.

And then you felt Mike's wet, warm mouth. "Fuck!" To silence any other profanities that dared to escapeyou, you kept your tongue busy drawing circles around Nina's pearl.

Mike knew exactly what he was doing, he found every spot that needed attention. It was sloppy and eager and you really had a hard time not forgetting that there was a pussy in your face that should be cared for.

When Mikey started to hum with your dick deep down his throat, you lost it. You threw your head back. "Damn, Mike, you're really making it hard for me not to cum."

Nina giggled as Mike hummed once more. They were fucking teases. She had moved and you couldn't reach her with your mouth anymore. Instead, she gifted you the best sight of your life: This curly head between your legs, your cock disappearing between those beautiful full lips and a pair of blue eyes gazing at you. And her own pair of eyes, switching between adoring that gorgeous guy giving you head and watching you, so much affection written onto her pretty face.

With her hands and mouth gently caressing you, Nina moved further down your body. Mike straddled your leg, making room for Nina to join him. And she did. They took turns, licking along your shaft, sucking you and kissing each other. You were so close now, it was hard not to shut your eyes and let go, but you needed to enjoy this for a little longer. You needed to see their beautiful faces hovering over your cock.

Nina stopped working on your dick and instead she moaned and whined, her eyes rolling back. You clearly recognized her O-face. Mike kept going, shoving you deep down his throat. Whatever Mike had done to Nina, he had brought her to collapse onto your side. She was trying to catch her breath, starfishing over your thigh. You took her hand and laced your fingers with her.

Mike repositioned himself and, pulling your leg up, he opened you wide. His fingers were wet, covered in Nina’s juices as they brushed over the sensitive area between your sac and your ass. “You want me to go lower?” His gaze was so lustful as he awaited your answer. Your voice broke as you mouthed a desperate “Please!”

Mikey’s finger carefully pushed into your puckered hole and at the same time he resumed his work with his mouth on your cock. You could hardly breathe at the sensation, your whole body felt like it was about to burst. And as Mike added a second finger, you were gone, seeing stars and shuddering uncontrollably as you exploded into his mouth.

It wasn’t by far the first time you rode your boyfriend’s beautiful face. But watching him getting a blowjob from this silly handsome boy while he licked and sucked at your clit? That was something else! You couldn’t even be mad when he stopped eating your pussy. You imagined what it must feel for him. And to be honest, you wanted nothing more in the world right now than to join Mike. You crawled down and settled on Mel’s thigh and Mike generously shared your boyfriend’s dick with you. Wait? Did you have two boyfriends now? Didn’t matter. You felt Mike’s finger running through your folds, and soon he had them deep inside of you. He found your most sensitive spot with ease and curled his fingers to hit you there over and over. You were a whimpering mess by now. Mike built so much pressure in your core, and when he used his palm to rub over your swollen bud, you snapped. You came undone, your juices gushing over his skillful fingers and your limbs finally gave out. You dropped onto Mel and couldn’t do anything other than breathe and watch Mike.

You could hardly keep your eyes open but you had to. And it didn’t take long until you felt Mel trembling under your body, and you saw Mike swallowing the seed that Mel shot down his throat.

A sound escaped you from deep in your throat and as Mike pulled away from Mel, your lips crashed into his. Your tongue tasted Mel as it brushed over his lips and when he opened them for you, the salty taste of Mel’s cum got even stronger.

All of this made you so happy, you could cry. In fact, you noticed there were tears streaming down your face. Mel reached out for you and pulled you into his arms. Mike joined you on the other side of Mel’s chest and both men stroked your hair and back tenderly. Mike cooed soft words into your ear and Mel pressed kisses on your and Mike’s hair.

“Are you okay, sweetcheeks?” Mike’s eyesshowed concern. You nodded with a sniffle. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just love this so much. I’m happy. I really am!” Mel and Mike both kissed your forehead. You relaxed and sunk onto Mel’s chest, unable to tell if it were seconds or hours that passed until you could form a straight thought again. And that first thought was guilt. You felt bad for Mike who was still in his soaked swimming shorts while Mel and you were totally spent thanks to him. And yet, he was soothing you and didn’t push for you taking care of him eventually.

You started to nestle on his shorts but Mike took your hands and pulled them up to his chest. “I know what you’re up to, sweetcheeks. But there’s no need to rush this. Mel and you both need a break. What about we’ll enjoy these cuddles a little more, then pack our stuff and get comfortable in the camper?”

At first you wanted to protest, but Mel stopped you. “He’s right, Nina. Come here!” His lips felt warm and soft and his taste soothed you as his tongue found its way into your mouth. A sigh escaped you when he retreated and his lips left your mouth.

But it was only a second that you lacked his warmth and smoothness, as Mike’s lips closed the gap that Mel had left.

The three of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. When you woke up you thought it was just a dream for a second, until you realized you were still resting your head on Mel’s chest and Nina’s hand was tangled in your hair.

The rest of the day was just a happy bliss, feeling so comfortable around them now that no one had to hide their feelings anymore.The time was filled with more swimming, some shared sandwiches and those teasing little caresses that the three of you shared. Those caresses that made you want to take it further. But you wanted to do this right, you really felt so much for them already, and you'd hate to mess things up by rushing them into a situation they were not ready for. A little part of your heart still feared that they would regret their decision.

That was until you took the last bags to the van. Nina and Mel were in the back of the camper and you overheard them talking:

“Mel, I still can’t believe this is happening.”

“I know, it’s so fucking perfect, isn’t it?”

“When I saw you with him… Damn, Mel, my heart melted!” “Stop it, I’m getting a boner just by thinking about how you two looked with my cock in your mouths.”

You cleared your throat before you opened the tailgate further to climb onto your mattress with them. There was no need to talk, they must have seen what you were craving as you kissed them hungrily. Mel didn’t hesitate to pull down your shorts. But then it was Nina who first took your hardening cock in her hand.

"Wow, did that hurt? That’s cool! When did you get that? Does it do anything for you during sex? Can I touch it?" she blurted out, making you laugh.

“Yes, it did fucking hurt, I got it when I was 18, it was a bet with a friend. Yes, it does something to me during sex. Best lost bet ever. And I’d love for you to touch it.” Nina bent down to examine your reverse prince albert piercing. Carefully, she let her fingers brush over the titanium ring and the pre-cum that leaked from the pierced flesh.

"It's gorgeous!" she remarked and you groaned as you watched her licking her fingers. Mel and you shared the same thought as you both pawed at Nina to get her rid of her clothes.

Your piercing still had her very interested, as she sank her head into your lap and drew lazy circles around it with her tongue. Mel watched you, his fingers working on Nina and stroking himself. Oh, this was going to be fun!

She got you moaning and panting in no time, though the other two weren't exactly more subtle with the lewd sounds that left their lips.

"Doing so good for us, baby!" Mel cooed, massaging the soft flesh of her ass. Oh, she liked that, you noticed, as she squirmed.

"Such a good girl for us, just look at her, Mel! So eagerly sucking my dick!" Nina whined needily at the praises.

You expected Mel to start fucking her, her rear pushed up high, inviting him. But he had other plans.

"Babe, where's the lube?" Nina couldn't answer him with her mouth stretched around your cock, so she just waved a hand into the direction of some bags. You were about to pull back to let her speak when Mel was successful in his search and started to coat his fingers.

When Mel entered her tight hole, Nina sucked on your dick like her life depended on it. You felt it shooting deep through your body. Cradling her head in both your hands you thrust into her mouth, drops of saliva running down Nina's chin and your thighs. She was so fucking gorgeous, whining around your cock.

Mel added another finger, you felt it as Nina responded to it with more desperate moans and her technique getting to a point where it was just a hair's breadth from being uncomfortable.

Mel laid back, his head resting against the back seat. “Come here, baby!” Nina followed his orders and let him guide her to lean her shoulders on his chest, his hands on her hips as she slowly descended, his cock stretching open her puckered hole. When he was buried in her to his hilt, Mel covered her neck in kisses and little bites and more words of praise, whispered into her ear.

You devoured the sight in front of you. Mel spread Nina's legs open wide over his thighs so you could see her dripping pussy, squeezing out more of her arousal as it clenched around nothing.

There was no way you wouldn’t dive between her legs. You lowered yourself, wrapping your arms around Mel’s thighs to keep you steady and put your mouth against her. She tasted like heaven, you thought, as you lapped through her open petals. When the tip of your tongue rolled over her swollen clit, Nina let out a moan. Was this your doing or Mel’s? You tried again, pressing your tongue down on her. This time there was no doubt you were responsible for her reaction. She repeated that sweet sound and her hand pressed your head to her core. She wanted to make sure you stayed exactly where you were. You took the invitation and kept doing what she longed for, dragging more moans and profanities from her lips as you kept working on her. Mel’s thrusts got faster, and you had to adapt your rhythm to follow him. You increased speed and pressure, and right when you thought your mouth was going to get numb, you heard Nina screaming your name, followed by a deep grunt from Mel. You looked up at them with a smile. Mel locked his eyes with yours and guided you to get up. Kneeling in front of them, Mel pulled you close and locked his lips with yours. His tongue darted out, desperate to taste Nina on you. When you pulled back, Mel brushed his thumb along your jaw and rubbed it over your lower lip. “Please fuck her, Mike. I want to feel you move inside of her cunt.” You gasped at the thought of it.

Yes, you really wanted nothing more than this. You asked if you needed a condom, but as you were all clean and Nina was on birth control, there was no need to. So you finally aligned yourself at her entrance and sank your cock between her soft, warm walls.

Your heart raced as you were finally united with them. It took you a whileto find a position in which you were both comfortable, and able to bottom out because damn, you needed to feel as much of this as possible. When you had found the right position, you started to move. Feeling Mel thrust into Nina made it hard for you not to cum on the spot. Taking deep breaths, you focused on your motions. Your hips moved in a slow rhythm and your mouth searched for Nina and Mel and soon your bodies were moving in sync. As Mel pulled out you pushed in. Nina was alternating between whimpering and screaming whenever you left her lips.

When Mel bit down hard on your lip, you knew he was fighting, too, to hold back his release. You kissed down his neck, sucked at the soft skin behind his ear and, between your own moans, you told him: “Cum for me, Mel. Cum for me and Nina!”

“Fuck!” Mel grunted, and he started to rut into Nina’s ass relentlessly, not holding back any longer. You stopped moving, just feeling how Mel’s dick pressed against yours as he moved. And you felt Nina clenching around your cock, close to her own climax. Mel threw his head back, another “Fuck!” pressed through his teeth. You held him, keeping him and Nina in place and resumed thrusting into Nina’s pussy. You didn’t hold back any longer either, and it took you only a few more strokes until you released yourself into her. It was hard not to collapse onto the mattress, but you needed to check on Nina. Mel was already pressing kisses on her cheek, but you held her close and started to kiss her other side. “Was I too fast for you?” you asked her, but Nina chuckled in return.

“You were fucking me senseless and didn’t even notice?” she asked, making all of you laugh. And then the three of you settled down onto the mattress, a chaos of arms and legs and heaving chests.

It took you another two hours of cuddling, talking and kissing until you were ready to head back home. All bags were stowed away, Nina crawled into the backseat and Mel was sitting behind the steering wheel, waiting for you to get in.

Your eyes drifted back to the beach where you kissed them for the first time. The memory of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach at that moment made you smile. You’d had the perfect day here today!

You reached out for the passenger door handle of the van, but then you stopped. With a smirk on your face, you opened the rear door instead. „Would it be too mean if I spend the drive home in the back seat with Nina?“ you asked, giving Mel your best puppy eyes. He just shook his head in return and chuckled, which you took as his okay.

Dragging Nina‘s legs over your thighs, you started kissing her before Mel was even out of the parking spot.

You had one hand in Nina‘s shorts, the other one under her shirt and your tongue down her throat when you heard Mel‘s growl. „Just so you know, we‘re taking turns driving and making out in the back seat, okay?“

3 months later

When you put the comforters on the bed, your gaze wandered through the room. There were still a lot of boxes littered all over, but it already felt comfy. It felt like home.

You smiled as you saw Mike's arm wrapped around Mels broad shoulder when they entered the room. Could they be any cuter? Your heart swelled with love and pride at the sight of your boyfriends.

"Is this your pillow in the middle?" Mel asked with a raised eyebrow as he looked at the oversized bed. You grinned mischievously at him.

"No way you'll get the middle spot. It's mine." Mel jumped onto the bed and grabbed your pillow. Before you were able to react in any way it landed in your face.

And so, the next moment, three grown adults found themselves in a pillow fight.

Mel had you pinned to the bed, ready to tickle you until you gave up, when Mike dropped next to you with a huge grin on his face. "Hey peanuts, stop it! I’ve got the solution."

Mel stopped his attack but didn't let go of you just yet. You both looked expectantly at Mike.

"I will give up my chance to get the middle spot. And I know how to decide which one of you two earns it." He paused for a more dramatic effect. "You compete with each other -" another pause and Mike's smile growing even wider… "in a blow job contest!"

That smug bastard was so proud of his idea. You just laughed. But Mel took your pillow and threw it to the side of the bed, winking at you. "Make yourself comfortable over there, then, baby!"

Then he slid down to kneel between Mike's thighs and started to unbutton the jeans of his boyfriend.

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Mike from Hellraiser or Melot from Tristan and Isolde, please?

How about 5 of each?

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I wanna play a wee game!!

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Chapter 12

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Melot x OFC (Tamsyn)

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Here we go: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI. p-in-v sex, fingering (vaginal), handjob, oral (m receiving), angst. Historical inaccuracies, probably.

A/N: And there we have it. The conclusion - and that one night you horny bitches have been waiting for. Our lovebirds' wedding night... I can't believe it's over. They've been through so much, and now they're finally together forever... (Excuse me while I shamelessly bawl my eyes out over my own damn fic lmfao) Enjoy <3

You stood there, helplessly, in the dimly lit room, praying for some strength and courage as you looked at your new bride. The terrified look in her eyes, you feared would be etched into your memory forever. You knew of your duties as a husband, but how could you when she was so clearly frightened. With swift, decisive, and mostly very thoroughly practiced motions, you unbuckled the belt that held your sword, and put it away. Hopefully, you would have no further use for it tonight.

“What happens now?” Tamsyn whispered so softly that you barely heard her voice at all. A few careful steps closed the distance between the two of you, and you put your hands on her waist. Gerant had been right, after all; she seemed rather clueless when it came to the specifics of the time that lay ahead of her. “I wasn’t told much more than that you are my husband, and if you touch me, I should yield to your wishes, even if it hurts.”

Her words cut through you like a knife, as you were still vehemently opposed to the notion of causing her pain. “I don’t want it to hurt you,” you spoke plainly as you wrapped your arms around her.

“I know, Melot,” she said timidly, “but it appears to be a rather necessary part in the consummation of our union as man and wife.”

“Look at me, Tamsyn,” you said sternly as you placed a hand on either side of her face. “I will not hurt you. I simply refuse.” Your words seemed to calm her down, and you stood there for a while, in silence, holding each other, until a thought occurred to you: Tamsyn was now your wife.

“I can kiss you now, whenever I want,” you muttered – to which she responded with a laugh.

“Personally, I like to think it is of some importance to you that I am equally as willing to partake in such endeavours,” she said softly, her eyes holding the familiar kindness that she had always displayed. It shone brightly through the fear and nervousness that had seemed to have been carved so firmly into her features only moments ago.

“You can stop me anytime,” you replied as you moved closer and closer to her.

When your lips touched hers, you moaned immediately. As exciting as the kisses you had exchanged in secret had been, the knowledge that no one could ever take her away from you again made this one feel infinitely better in every conceivable way. If anyone came in now, and found you like this, you would simply send them on their way, after scolding them for disturbing you and your very own wife, on your very own wedding night.

With great care, your fingers sought out the ribbons that had been keeping her hair in the intricate up do she had worn at the wedding, and attempted to undo the knot in them. It proved impossible, and you both laughed at your clumsiness as you tried again and again, failing every single time. Finally, she pushed your hands out of the way, and with one swift motion untied the ribbons, sending part of her hair cascading down her shoulders. Grabbing her hand and pulling her along, you made your way to your bed, and she hesitantly followed, a puzzled look appearing in her eyes as you sat her down on the edge, and joined her by her side.

“Turn around,” you said, followed by a gesture that indicated which way you wanted her to move – facing away from you, so that you had access to her hair. Now that you could see what you were doing, the many plaits were much more easily loosened, and her hair hung completely loose on her back. “Look at me, my darling wife.”

As she turned around, you gasped quietly as the strands of her hair fell around her head. You hadn’t seen her like this before, and you impatiently ran your fingers through the loose tresses before pulling her face to yours again. As you kissed her, she fussed with the braids in your hair, undoing them with much less trouble than you had hers. That, apparently, was the extent of her courage, because her hands lingered in your hair as your tongues danced once again, still learning new things as they wandered, slipping past each other with amorous vigour.

Your wandering hands were met with hesitation and – eventually – nervous rejection.

“I’m scared,” she admitted begrudgingly. Her words shattered your heart. It had never been your intention to exacerbate her fright. Immediately, your hands stilled, and you looked deeply into the eyes of your beloved.

“Please, don’t be. My love, words cannot describe how I long to touch you, but I want you to feel comfortable.” Every last one of your words was true, though you found it increasingly difficult to keep yourself from acting on your deepest desires; to feel her skin beneath your fingertips, finally learning if she was as warm and smooth as she had always been in your most daring dreams. “You told me before that I am not alone in my wish to know each other intimately. Now, you can surrender to your desires, my love, I beg you; yield not to my touch, but to your own urges.” The tone in which you spoke surprised you; your voice thick with longing – hoarse and low, almost a grunt. You leaned your forehead against hers, while your hand rested lightly on her cheek.

“What if I refuse?” Her voice was small, the words falling from trembling lips as she looked at you – still terrified.

“I will respect your wishes,” you promised solemnly.

“Do you not wish to be truly married to me?” she asked suddenly. These infernal women and their inimitable trains of thought!

“Of course I do,” you sighed in exasperation. “What do you want me to do? Force you to consummate our marriage, despite your obvious fears? Wouldn’t you despise me forever?” Your thumb gently caressed her cheek, and after a few moments, she leaned her head into your touch, covering your hand with hers.

“Kiss me, Melot,” she whispered, “kiss me like you did last time. I wasn’t afraid, then, why should I be now?” You weren’t quite sure if those last words were aimed at you, or mostly at herself, but you were more than happy to heed her request.

This time, she allowed herself to be swept up in the kiss as much as you were. Gently, you pulled her further onto your bed.

After carefully laying you down on his bed, Melot resumed his endeavour to kiss you, and he seemed to have set out to rid you completely of all your senses. Soon, you were moaning loudly against his soft lips, the stubble on his jaw and chin scraping your skin in a way that was somehow enticing. Rough hands trailed your sides, fingers eagerly digging into your body, impatient to meet the flesh that lay beneath the fabric of your clothes.

A moan slipped from your lips as his hands left your body to loosen the laces that kept him clothed – they impatiently worked to bare his chest before returning to you. He leaned over you again, only to be met with a decisive push against his sternum while your other hand travelled over the scar on his shoulder. Slowly, you rose off the bed, supporting yourself with your elbow, and pressed your lips to the jagged pink line on his skin.

“It’s healed beautifully,” you spoke without thinking much. Above you, Melot grinned. “It was well taken care of,” he spoke softly before lowering his head to make your lips meet again.

Your fingers weaved into his curls, pulling him tighter as he deepened your kiss, gently exploring your mouth with his tongue as he had a few times before, but this time without the restraint he had been forced to show the previous times. Slowly, your hands moved away from his hair, travelling down his back until they rested at his waist. During your time taking care of him, you had often wondered – and caught some glimpses of – what his skin would feel like beneath your fingertips, and now that you finally had your answer, you thought you might never stop touching him.

With one hand, Melot undid the lacing of your gown, not yet attempting to remove the garment completely. Instead, his fingers gingerly trailed the neckline of the dress in a silent bid for permission. After taking in a deep breath, you granted it to him, gasping quietly when his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, exploring the skin of your breasts. His touch raised goosebumps on your skin, your nipples tightening against the smooth fabric as his hands inched closer ever so slowly.

“Please, my love, let me look at you,” he begged, an edge of desperation to his voice you hadn’t heard before. The sound of it warmed your heart in an unusual way, and you gladly granted him his wish. His lips sought out the sensitive skin of your neck while he pushed the fabric off your shoulders until your chest was exposed to him.

He did not stop there, and you did not want him to. Instead, you let him have his way with your gown until he discarded the fabric next to the bed, along with any other garments you were wearing. Strangely enough, none of the fear that you had felt before remained as Melot slowly acquainted himself with your body. First, his fingers trailed lightly over your chest, hesitantly exploring the pebbled skin of your nipples, leaving you gasping at the new sensation. With great care, he planted a trail of kisses along your neck and collarbone, and you quivered every time you felt the gentle touch of his mouth on your skin.

Melot moaned softly as his mouth enveloped your nipple. It startled you, though not as much as the hand that travelled further south, until it drew small, slow circles through the hair on your mound before slipping between your legs – or rather: attempting to, because you clenched your thighs together with all your might. He raised his head, a sweet smile adorning his face as he chuckled.

“Don’t be afraid, darling,” he said, his voice as honeyed as his facial expression.

Not quite reluctantly, but not precisely enthusiastically, either, you allowed him to proceed. Excruciatingly slowly his hands roamed over the inside of your legs, teasingly inching closer to the spot at the apex of your thighs that ached for his touch. On the rare occasions you had been alone at night, and had thought of Melot, that same spot had craved attention, and you had sought to relieve that craving, thus the feeling was not wholly unfamiliar to you, but now that it was him…

You gasped as the tip of his finger grazed your sensitive, hidden pearl, and you watched him chuckle softly under his breath as he languidly trailed around it for a while before venturing further, spreading your petals and gathering some of your arousal. He tentatively dipped a finger into your wet heat, leaving you moaning in his arms once more as he ventured deeper, adding a second finger, pumping them into you slowly and with great care. When he added a third, you inhaled sharply, startled by the stretch it provided.

Melot sighed, resting his forehead against your cheek as he ground his hips into you, his erection pressing against you firmly with every move. Oh, how you longed to touch him! Suddenly, those actions of which Beryan had spoken seemed not remotely as scandalous as they had before. After al, you were with your husband, were you not?

Slowly, but quite decisively – much to your own surprise – you reached for the laces that held up his breeches, untying them swiftly and impatiently. There was no way to miss the devious glint in Melot’s eyes as you eagerly pushed them down until his manhood sprang free of its confines.

“Touch me, dearest,” he whispered, “I beg of you.”

Hesitantly, you moved your hand down his body and wrapped it around his member, leaving Melot gasping as your small hand struggled to close all the way around his hardness. You, on the other hand, chuckled softly in surprise at the softness of his skin. Melot’s fingers stilled inside of you when you gently traced a vein on his cock, and a soft gasp escaped him. Slow, gentle strokes lured more desperate whimpers from him – delectable sounds that sent your confidence soaring higher than it had ever before. A soft chuckle escaped you as you took note of Melot’s quickening breath. He had abandoned his quest to explore your core, and a gentle push against his shoulder was all it took to get him to roll onto his back so you could more easily continue on your mission to bring your new husband pleasure.

“Oh, my love.” The words were barely audible, to the point where they were almost overshadowed by the rustling of the covers as he moved. You kissed down his neck, to his chest, briefly lingering over the scar on his shoulder, pressing your mouth to it ever so slightly.

Melot whimpered softly as you travelled further, his hand tangling lightly in your hair, guiding you down gently, hesitantly, until you found yourself seated between his legs, looking up at him. Suddenly, your courage plummeted, leaving you scared and unsure what to do. Beryan’s words echoed in your head, utterly unhelpfully, and your thought threatened to spiral out of control swiftly. Finally, you dared to look up, finding solace in Melot’s pleading eyes, which begged you to continue whatever it was that you were planning on doing. As best you could, you did away with the thought that he must have heard others speak of it. To say you succeeded would have been quite the overstatement, but you managed to calm yourself enough to proceed, at least.

As soon as your tongue came into contact with the tip of Melot’s cock, he gasped loudly, encouraging you to continue on your endeavours. His back arched off the bed – a seemingly involuntary movement that was paired with a vaguely pained grunt – as you took him into your mouth, wrapping your lips carefully around the head. Your movements up and down his length yielded similar responses – and watching his reactions to your ministrations brought back the ache between your legs, your slick and waiting centre begging for his attention.

It was right at that moment that his hand found its way to your cheek, gently pushing you off of him. At first you wondered if you had done something wrong, but the expression on his face told you nothing of the sort – in fact, it seemed that quite the opposite was the case. His touch was rough as he pulled you back up until you were lying next to him again, his fingers immediately finding their way between your legs, tending to your growing desire.

He pushed three fingers into you, this time with greater ease than the time before, and his thumb once again rubbed gentle circles around your swollen pearl. To ever greater heights soared your pleasure under his ministrations, until one particular slip of his fingers pulled you over an edge you’d never encountered before. You grasped the covers as the muscles in your body tensed and a feeling of pure bliss washed over you, leaving you gasping for air.

“Stop,” you panted, taking hold of Melot’s wrist, “please stop.” A sigh of relief escaped you when Melot moved his hand away from your sensitive flesh.

He looked at you, desire burning in his eyes, and leaned in to kiss you once more as his hand relocated to your hip. The question at hand remained unasked, but just as well understood by both of you, and with a decisive nod that was somehow accompanied by a new lump in your throat, you gave him your permission. He hovered over you, an elbow placed on either side of your body, as he took his position between your legs, his nerves apparent in the rather clumsy way he moved. You let out a moan of utter delight as he finally found your entrance and plunged deep into your desperate core.

“Are you alright, my love?” he muttered, restraint and concentration abundant in his voice as he attempted to stay still for a moment. Another edge to his tone revealed that the current experience was pleasant to him, to say the least.

“Never better,” you sighed contently, relishing the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. And then he moved. Slowly – almost tauntingly so – and carefully, he retreated, leaving an indescribable emptiness inside of you that longed to be filled so violently that a pitiful whine escaped you completely involuntarily. Without thinking, you moved a hand to his back, attempting to halt his retreat, to pull him back to you, so that you could feel him inside you once again, but he resisted the force you exerted on him with remarkable ease. His next thrust was slow and controlled, the grunts that spilled from Melot disclosing just how taxing his efforts were on his self-restraint.

“I can’t…” His voice was so low the words were barely audible, a rough edge to his tone that made butterflies flutter in your stomach for no apparent reason. “I need you.”

Apologetic eyes gazed down upon you as the pace of Melot’s thrusts increased. You could tell – quite easily, in fact – that he tried his best to be gentle with you, that he still objected greatly to causing you any pain. Then again, this was a man clearly more well-versed in ending life than creating it, and as he lost himself in carnal desire, his motions became uncontrolled and rough. You pulled him close, making no attempt to slow him down or in any way change his approach. In fact, his actions made you see stars and feel that mysterious burning deep inside of you. A part of you – and an increasingly prominent one at that – even wished for him to abandon his resolve not to hurt you. It was clear by now that you felt nothing but intense pleasure, and perhaps more and more and more of this would finally scratch that nagging itch inside your core that always seemed so disappointingly out of reach. Your hips mimicked his rhythm, seeking more of him – faster, deeper, just… more – and a smile appeared on his lips. He allowed you to pull his face to yours, and he grunted softly as you sealed your mouth over his. You moaned every time Melot thrust into you, revelling in the similar sounds that fell from his lips at the same time, convincing you that you felt as good to him as he did to you. Finally, his rhythm faltered, his hips stuttered, and his motions stilled as he spilled his seed inside of you.

He held you close to him as you both struggled to catch your breath – a task that would have seemed far less monumental in nature, had circumstances been different, for at the same time your thoughts ran wild as you struggled to truly understand that you were now husband and wife. A few times the thought crossed your mind that you had enjoyed the consummation of your marriage far more than was appropriate – that your impertinent desires would make your husband turn elsewhere, but turning your head and looking into the eyes of your beloved eased your mind. The man next to you was positively smitten with you – as much as, if not more than, he had always been.

“My dear,” he whispered, still not quite breathing as he should, “are you alright? Did I hurt you?” There was sorrow in his eyes as he examined your expression closely. “I didn’t mean to… I’m so terribly sorry I lost control.”

His apology made you chuckle, and you turned to him, placing a hand on his cheek. “I felt nothing but pleasure, my love,” you replied, much to your own surprise. A moment ago, you had thought your enjoyment inappropriate, now you were freely confessing it to your beloved – your husband. Your cheeks reddened and heated, and you averted your gaze as you prepared to continue your admission. “In fact, I think I will quite enjoy this part of my wifely duties.”

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