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Emet x Wong Dai (WoL) x Crystal Exarch PWP NSFW ♥️

Rating:

Explicit

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Final Fantasy XIV

Relationships:

G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of LightEmet-Selch/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV)Emet-Selch/G'raha Tia | Crystal ExarchEmet-Selch/G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light

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Fae Magic, Sex Pollen, Mildly Dubious Consent, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Lactation, Male Lactation, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Multiple Penetration, Blow Jobs, Shibari, Snark, Mentioned Azem (Final Fantasy XIV), Amaurotine Creation Magic (Final Fantasy XIV), Explicit Sexual Content, Aphrodisiacs, Milking, Emet's Leylines Used For Sex, Emet Selch's Leylines, Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers, Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers Spoilers, Patch 5.0: Shadowbringers Spoilers, Size Difference, Size Kink

When Heroes Rush In

Summary:

Boredom was a feeling that did not last long with the Warrior of Light, Wong Dai, in the portrait. Like an adorable, clumsy puppy, he was ever wont to get caught up in some sort of situation or another. Once again it is left up to the unlikely duo of the Crystal Exarch and Emet Selch to help the hero out with yet another sticky situation.

Notes:

Written for @weiyi-swy

Wong Dai belongs @weiyi-swy

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The Ocular had hosted many a variety of visitors. Many people of different walks of life come and gone. Yet here and now, The Exarch could not help but feel the spacious room was far too small. Narrowed down to the distance between himself and his uninvited guest.

An exaggerated sigh again broke the quiet, followed by a loud yawn. "Hahh, so boring," the Ascian in his company remarks through yet another jaw-cracking, tear-jerking yawn. "How can you stand all this dullery, Exarch? I am practically bored to tears with this humdrum." Emet Selch sniffs, thumbing at his eye and frowning theatrically.

The Exarch did not dignify him with a response. He had matters of far more importance to attend to than catering to the whims of a fickle immortal being. If he wanted to deal with such headaches, he would invite the pixies over for tea.

"Exarch. ….Exarch. Exaaarch," the Ascian calls to him, sing-song, as if he thought he might not have heard him. No, he was just being intentionally annoying.

"I heard you," the Crystal Exarch responds blandly. Fighting the urge to snip at the much older man and send him packing so he could actually get some work done without being constantly pestered.

He tenses up as with a puff of smokey darkness, the Ascian comes up from behind and rests his chin on his hooded head. "I grow bored of waiting for our hero to return. Entertain me."

The Exarch frowns, eyes nearly rolling back into his skull as the older, taller man heaved another sigh and nuzzles his cheek atop his hood. The walk of his white gloved fingers quite suspicious as they crawled up his shoulders. Nearer and nearer to the fold and bunch of fabric that was the bottom of his cowl.

The Exarch elbows him in the gut with his crystallized arm and smirks with some satisfaction at the wheeze of breath he gets out of him as the Ascian slunk to the side of him and leaned close on his hand to sneer at him.

"That wasn't very nice."

"Then stop trying to sneak up on me. You will not get my hood off no matter how you try."

Emet Selch huffs, golden eyes gleaming under the fan of his dark eyelashes as he squinted at him with a ridiculous, expressive scrunching of his face that made the lines on his skin deepen. "It must be some sort of glamour. I am familiar with those, you realize. Why, with one snap of my fingers," the Ascian raised his hand up. "I could strip you bare and finally see that face of yours that you are so keen on hiding."

The Crystal Exarch smiled ever so politely and gestures to him with his staff. "Try it, and I'll shove the business end of this so far up your—"

The Ascian gasped as if he were scandalized. "My goodness, Exarch, it is hardly tea time and already you are fantasizing about sticking things of yours inside of me—"

The doors suddenly open and they both turn to look, conversation interrupted. The Exarch straightens up to his full height, staff tapping the ocular floor as he turns to face his guest.

It is Thancred who comes through, looking less than thrilled to be practically dragging Dai with him with the raen's arm draped over his shoulders. Their difference in size is quite comical for how large the raen is next to the hyur. Just as humorous is their contrasting demeanors—Dai is all smiles and giggily laughter that almost seems drunken or delirious; Thancred, on the other hand, strides towards them with a stormy expression, looking as if he'd like to be anywhere else but here.

"Oh, good, you're both here," The hyur says as he comes to a stop a few fulms between them.

Not as thrilled as Dai himself seems for how he brightens up at the sight of them and smiles in a way that could make flowers bloom as he excitedly exclaims, "It's the Exarch! And Emet, too!"

Emet returns the hero's excited smile with a bored expression, as if he had not been just moments before bemoaning how dull everything was without the Au Ra around to entertain him.

The Crystal Exarch glances between the two scions. Bemused at how limp the Au Ra seems to be in Thancred's arms, though not entirely without his faculties for how he lifts his hand and pokes at the hyur's furrowed brow as if he sought to smooth out the wrinkled skin there. Next he squishes at Thancred's cheeks, tugging near his lips like he wanted to make the perpetually solemn man smile.

Aught that the man does not seem to care for or appreciate for the way he slaps at the large raen's fingers that continually intruded in his personal bubble. Dai only goes back to poking at the hyur's cheek, nail scraping at his skin with wide eyes as if he were marveling at the beginnings of stubble starting to show on the man's jaw.

"If it is not obvious," the hyur sighs with much grievance, "we have something of a situation."

The Crystal Exarch clears his throat, doing his best not to smile in the face of this hilarity for how unamused the Scion seemed to be. "What happened?"

Dai bursts into loud, body shaking laughter at the question, like the answer was truly hilarious. Or maybe he just had the giggles from whatever was affecting him. He starts to talk, but his voice is so loud and excited, and his sentences run together so quickly that none of the men present seem to be able to make heads nor tails for the run-on sentence of slurred gibberish that falls from his mouth. It was almost like he was speaking another language entirely.

The gist of it seeming to be something to do with the pixies, and flowers, and magic, and… pollen?

Now that they looked close, it did seem that the hero had something or other staining his adventuring attire, and his dark tan skin, and even the black and bright blonde of his long hair.

Thancred smiles tightly and covers Dai's mouth to muffle the loud sound of his voice echoing dreadfully in the emptiness of the Ocular as he talks over him, "What my dear friend is trying to say is that he is a reckless, overzealous fool who ran off ahead in the danger of the fae wilds."

The warrior of light makes garbled sounds against Thancred's palm, head nodding or shaking as the Scion went into detail about how Dai had gotten caught in what seemed to be a pixie prank war, and somehow ended up… in this state. "No matter what spell we try, we could not cleanse whatever this is off of him. Not Urianger, or Alphinaud and Alisaie. Nor could we wash this… pollen off with water or scrubbing with soap."

Oh, it did seem that the Au Ra was more than faintly damp from an attempt at washing him. And he was dripping all over the Ocular floor, as well as soaking the light fabric of Thancred's stylish, pale coat.

"Our pixie specialist seems to be of the opinion that it will wear off on its own given enough time—" Thancred paused mid-sentence to yank his hand away from Dai's mouth and wipe what must be drool off on the large raen's clothing. "So," The hyur continues on, "as he is of no help to anyone in this condition, I thought it best I bring him back to a place where he is… somewhat safer." Here the hyur slants a look in the Ascian's direction, who smiles at him in a smug, villainous way that was not at all reassuring or trustworthy. Despite his struggles, Thancred's grip on Dai tightens a little. Leery to leave his friend in the company of what should be their enemy, "cooperation" be damned.

But then he sees the plain concern on the visible lower half of the Exarch's face, and he eases somewhat. It was unlikely that anything would happen to Dai under the careful watch of the Crystal Exarch. And besides, these three… obviously had some sort of arrangement between them.

Damned if Thancred could wrap his head around how it worked. Two obviously goodly men and one dastardly, shady villain. It did not make sense to him.

"I won't pretend to understand the relationship you three have," Thancred says with his customary brooding brow and steely-eyed stare, somehow remaining steady with feet firmly planted as he held up Dai who was far larger than him in height as well as width, "but Dai would not stop babbling about you two, and so I thought it best to bring him back before he started crying again." He held up his hand, head shaking as the Exarch opened his mouth in obvious beginning of question. "Before you ask, don't. It was a whole thing and I've only just convinced him that he is happy again and that there is no need for crying. Whatever this is… affecting him… is making him all the more emotional. As if he has no filter at all."

"No filter!" Dai agrees, hugging Thancred in a bear hug that has the smaller man groaning and wheezing.

"Here," the gunbreaker untangled himself from Dai's clingy, overly affectionate grasp and shoved him forward to stumble into the Crystal Exarch. The smaller man staggered on his feet, his average height far dwarfed by the tall, muscular Au Ra. "I leave Dai in your care. I trust you will see his… needs… taken care of."

What? Needs?

"What do you mean, needs?" The Ascian speaks, sauntering closer to struggling Exarch, but offering him no assistance as he stood back and watched in amusement as Dai draped himself over the Exarch and hugged him tight.

Thancred turns, the doors already closing as he makes his escape. "Just that," he tells them almost cheerfully, and entirely unhelpfully as he raises his hand in farewell. The doors close, the impression of the Scion's amusement staying with them in the sudden quiet of the Ocular. Well, quiet aside from the soft sound of struggle the Exarch was making in trying to hold up their resident warrior of darkness. The raen was almost liquid, not seeming willing to—or perhaps entirely incapable of—standing on his own power.

He does, however, seem quite able to talk in his usual manner of loud and fast as he babbles happily to the Exarch about what had transpired with the faeries. About the prank war he had stumbled into, and all the different words the fae had taught him, and did the Exarch know he had missed him? They really should go on another adventure together.

The Exarch listens to it all and does his best to respond. His heart quite warmed by the raen's obviously favorable regard for him. But of course, they would not have such a relationship if they were not all somewhat fond of, or attracted to, one another. The Exarch understood his own attachment to the Ascian—having the man as his one constant, unchanging and unaging companion in all the time he had waited to bring Dai to the First—but Dai himself seemed to enjoy the Ascian's company just as much, if not more than he did. Dai desired them both, and had made such obvious to them in his own unique way. The Exarch could not quite wrap his head around how they had become a trio, only that they had, and—so far—it was working for them.

Dai seems particularly pleased as the Exarch returns the sentiment of missing him, and wishing that they could go on another adventure together soon.

Had Emet not been standing behind the Exarch, watching him struggle in amusement, he might have not noticed the way the fabric of the man's layered skirts suddenly flared out as if they had been tugged, or something was underneath—or how the rounded shape of his cowl rose up off his head in what seemed like magic as the large raen cupped the Exarch's hooded face in his huge hands and dragged him up onto tip-toe of his sandaled feet. The Au Ra hunching down low to smooch him full on the mouth with clumsy, but very much passionate enthusiasm.

Hmm. Well, well. That was certainly interesting. A large clue at what lies beneath all the mystery that was the Crystal Exarch. The obvious reason for it had to be that the Exarch was some sort of race that possessed a tail under that hood and the concealing fabric of his robes. Drahn was considered and immediately rejected—though the pattern of the crystal on the Exarch's lower jaw and neck was similar to that of scales. He must surely be mystel for what must have been ears perking up under that hood. He was far too small and humanoid in face to be a more beastly feline race like that of the ronso.

"M-mm?!" The Exarch gives a muffled sound of surprise at the hunger of Dai's kiss. His hands grasped at the raen's wrists as he stumbled into him on his toes. His mouth falling open in a gasp that gives the larger man the chance to lick into his mouth and suck softly but oh so eagerly at his lips and tongue.

His whole body flushed hot hearing the way the hero groaned, sighing so sweetly between kisses, "Exarch, Exarch…" Dai's skin felt feverishly hot on his face. His kiss searing, and tongue so hot wherever it licked. For their size difference, it filled his mouth and muffled his voice so he could not speak. His whole body shivered, electric with Dai's attention. Arousal surges through him to swirl heady and heavy in his gut. He felt dizzy, breathless. Out of sorts as the Au Ra kissed and kissed and kissed him until the Exarch was melting into him like a man made dizzy and weak.

"Alright, alright. Enough of that, Exarch," a voice cuts through the lustful haze that had overtaken him, and the Exarch jolts guilty. The breaking of the kiss he shared with his hero was so very wet that a string of saliva connected their mouths together before it, too, broke.

"Exarch," Dai whimpered, clutching at him desperately with hands that wandered and tugged his robes into disarray. Wholly, entirely needy.

Ah, this had been what Thancred had meant. The pollen apparently had quite a few side effects. Dai was not only affectionate and without filter; he was a slave to his impulses. Lust had taken root and now they would have to deal with his needs or deny him entirely.

The Ascian clicks his tongue, tutting at the both of them as he swaggers close enough to look up into the face of the oversized hero. Gloved fingers reaching out to touch his chin and turn his face towards him. He was being far too confident, the Exarch thought.

Dai's pupils are blown wide. The sliver of brown of his left eye was hardly visible, just the gold of his limbral ring. His right, silver eye was less affected, being nearly blind. "Hmf," the Ascian harrumphs, his head tilted back to look into the much taller man's eyes. "I have seen something like this before," he says, and his lips quirk in something like a sneer of amusement for the way the hero leaned eagerly into his hand. His chin laid upon the Ascian's white gloved hand like a puppy begging for attention. He even had the pleading expression down pat. "Our choices are either to satisfy him, or lock him up until this wears off."

Dai whimpers, and it is all the warning the former emperor of Garlemald has before the huge raen was lurching towards him, snatching him up by the waist.

"Unhand me, you oaf!" The Ascian hisses, the pale skin of his cheeks reddening in fluster as he is tugged flush against the hero. His demand goes entirely ignored as the raen drags him into a kiss just as needy as the one he had just witnessed the Exarch be subjected to.

He purses his lips against the slick slide of tongue over his lips, turning his face away as he squirmed in the large man's grasp. He feels the hot, moist panting breath of the hero over his cheek. Feels the drag of Dai's lips as he turns his attention to Emet's ear.

Emet Selch groans out, clutching at the hero in shock as he kisses his ear. Sharp teeth nibbled along his cartilage, and that large, blue forked tongue licked into the shell of his ear before that mouth closed around his earlobe, the dangling jewel of his earring resting on Dai's tongue as he sucked and slurped at Emet's bejeweled ear.

Emet Selch gasped, eyelashes fluttering with the sharp bolt of desire that races through him. His gloved hands slip up over the hero's throat, squeezing there, before he grasped his jaw and turned his lips towards his. Biting at the hero's lips and tongue as Dai leaned into him so eagerly. He sucks at that forked, blue tongue, growling in his throat as he clutches hard enough at Dai's jaw to bruise.

A throat clears. A soft, pointed, "Ahem."

Emet freezes. And then shoves the hero back, dropping down to his feet that stumbled back as the hero let him go. He scrubs at his wet, tingling lips. His ears and cheeks burning hot and his heart pounding a malm a minute.

"You…!" He growls, pointing a trembling finger at Dai threateningly. The raen tilts his head, tail swishing with obvious eagerness as he breathes hard with his excitement. Pointing to himself with a beaming, toothy smile as if to say, 'yes, me?'

The raen was ridiculously huge, an undoubtedly intimidating figure for his height and the bulk of his muscles. Yet why did that face look so.. so cute? So damnably disarming. His expression was so disgustingly sweet and charming as he looked at Emet with such a soft, pleading look.Truly like a puppy that desperately craved his attention. A puppy that was seven fulms tall, super muscular, and half bloody feral from his time spent living in the wild.

"Well, well. It seems even the great Emet Selch is not immune to the charms of Wong Dai." The Exarch remarks with an amused smile curling at his lips. This was not the first time they had all been intimate, of course, but it was still new.

"Oh, do shut up, Exarch," the Ascian growls, dragging a gloved hand over his face and glowering at the both of them as the Exarch comes to stand at Dai's side. Dai is all over him in a blink, draping himself over the Exarch's shoulders and snuggling up to him. The Exarch smiles, patting at the raen with sympathy.

"I think it best we see this through," the Exarch says so very generously. "It is only fair, seeing as we have worked Dai up a considerable amount."

Emet Selch scoffs, touching a hand to his moist ear that still tingled from Dai's overzealous attention. His face feels hot even as he mutters unkindly,"I would hardly take responsibility for very nearly being ravaged by an overly horny beast who lacks self control."

The Exarch exhales slowly through his nose, tapping his staff against the Ocular floor. "Oh?" He hums mildly. Asking as if he were entirely unbothered by the prospect, "Should I go it alone then?"

Dai looks to Emet then with such a kicked puppy look. Voice whining, "Emet?" Oh, no, not the puppy dog eyes.

The Ascian pauses, tugging at his crisp, white gloves and scowling. Pointedly looking away from Dai's pleading stare even as he grumbles, "Hmph. As if you could handle his needs alone, especially in this state."

The Exarch keeps his face neutral, withholding a knowing smile. "Very well, then. If you would be so kind, Emet Selch?"

The Ascian rolled his eyes and raised his hand up with his ever dramatic flair to snap his fingers. A portal leading to Dai's room in the Pendants promptly opens up for them, and the Exarch leads the overly affectionate through it together with him.

The Ascian follows right behind, the portal closing as soon as he steps through, leaving the Ocular empty in their wake.

…..

Dai already has the Exarch pressed against the door to his room when the Ascian catches up with them. The raen's hands were already wandering, pawing at the smaller man through layers of fabric. Kneading at the Exarch's chest and pinching at the soft flesh of his nipples with one hand as the other trailed down and lifted the layered skirts of his robe. Fabric bunching up over the smaller man's thighs to expose the tiny black shorts he wore underneath. Aught that the raen runs his hands over, cupping the bulge of the Exarch's erection through the clingy fabric and squeezing.

The Exarch moans, loud and unrestrained, bucking into the hero's firm grip. Dai tilts his head and kisses him, swallowing the soft sounds of his pleasure and filling the air with the rustle of roving hands over cloth and the wet, lewd sound of their tongues tangling together.

The Exarch mewled, rocking into his grip. The partial chub of his hardness quickly stiffening and plumping up to full blown arousal from such dedicated, intense attention.

Dai's brain to mouth filter seems entirely broken as every thought that springs to mind pours happily from the raen's lips. About how feverishly hot he is, how good the Exarch feels, all the little things he finds attractive. He is excited, excessively horny, and rambling with it.

"Where is your earlier bravado now, Exarch? Hmm? I thought you intended to go it alone?" The Ascian laughs low and off-beat. He never did miss his chance to mock the Exarch. The former emperor promptly perches himself on the table and snatches up an apple from the fruit bowl to snack on as he watches the Exarch fail to take control with blatant glee.

"If you're not going to help, then do shut up, Ascian," the Exarch gasps in a mockery of Emet Selch's earlier retort to him, grasping at Dai's waist—truly his shoulder to waist ratio was utterly ridiculous, so very broad shouldered to this tiny, almost delicate waist—as the raen sucked and nipped at the smaller man's plump, rosy lips and tangled that blue, forked tongue with his. The lewd sound of the Au Ra slurping at his drooling tongue has the man weak in the knees for the throbbing, blinding desire that pulses through him. His chest feels sensitive from Dai's kneading hands and pinching and plucking fingers. His cock was heavy and flushed hot with pulsing blood as the raen stroked him through his dark colored smalls.

"Truly, you wound me with your wit," Emet Selch replies sarcastically, tossing the apple he had chosen up and down in his hand and then taking a crunchy bite out of it.

"I could help you, of course. For a price."

The Exarch groaned as Dai kissed over his chin to the sensitive skin of his throat, sucking marks into flesh that had not yet begun to crystallize. His head thumps back against the door as Dai slipped his hand inside his smalls, swiping his thumb through the beaded precum at the tip of the Exarch's cock and squeezing his fingers rhythmically around the mushroom head. "What," the Exarch's voice nearly sobs, hips jerking into the lustful play of Dai's fingers, "do you want?"

Emet Selch licks his lips and tosses his half eaten apple over his shoulder, chucked straight out the open window without looking. "I find I am not quite in the mood to play just yet," the Ascian says slyly. Spreading his legs open and leaning back on his gloved hands where he sat on top of the table. "I want you on your knees, at my feet. I want you to use that mouth of yours to…see if you cannot inspire my interest. Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck me. That is what I want from you, Exarch."

The Exarch flushes hot just listening to what the Ascian speaks of, though he knows not whether it is with humiliation, outrage, or desire. Perhaps a sickly twist of all three. The man did like games such as these. To see those he considered beneath him on their knees. And though he dallied with the Exarch and with Dai, he most assuredly still considered them lesser than himself who was whole compared to their sundered selves.

Dai's big, hot hand wraps around his throbbing erection to squeeze, and the Exarch whines out into the open air. "F-fine!" He gasps out, relenting to their Ascian lover's request. It was not the first time he had sucked the other man's cock. Emet Selch simply had to make it weird and all about his ridiculous power plays instead of the simple matter of one man having another man's dick in his mouth.

Dai had only just begun to suck at the now hardened peak of one of the Exarch's nipples through layers of fabric when Emet Selch snapped his fingers and red, glowing lines of aether whipped out from thin air to ensnare the au ra and drag him off of the smaller man.

The raen's surprised expression was a matching set to the way the Exarch's mouth dropped open as the large Au Ra was dragged comically back with his feet sliding across the floor. The Exarch watching with wide eyes hidden under the bespelled shadow of his hood as the hero was wrapped tight in those brightly glowing leylines like a present finished with a shiny bow, bound where he stood.

The shock wore off for Dai first, who instantly began squirming and straining against his aetherical shackles, whining needfully.

"Oh dear, look how desperate our hero is for you, Exarch," Emet Selch remarks as the hero actually puts enough strength behind his motions to break through a few of the glowing red strings holding him captive. The Ascian tsked, snapping his fingers again, and more red strings of aether appeared out of thin air to wrap the hero up tightly. Binding his arms by his sides as they circled around him and cinched tight.

"Quickly now, Exarch, before our dearest champion breaks free," Emet beckons to the man still staring, frozen in surprise where he leaned still against the door.

The Exarch clears his throat, coming away from the door and towards the Ascian at his beckoning, but finds his gaze drawn back to the raen for the pitiful sounds that Dai made. The sight of him all trussed up in the twisting, constantly shifting weave of Emet Selch's leylines was strangely seductive in a way that made the Exarch feel conflicted. Guilty for putting him in such a position in asking for help from a merciless villain like Emet Selch, yet arousal throbbed hot in his belly for the way the glowing lines of aether framed the hero's attractive form. Drawing attention to the bulk of his muscled chest, arms and thighs for how his squirming pulled his adventuring attire askew.

So distracted is he by the lewd sight of his hero, the Exarch is entirely unprepared for the singular thread of aether that whips out and drags him in, pulling him down to his knees before the Ascian in a rush that makes his bones ache.

"I grow tired of waiting, Exarch," Emet Selch says, drawing up the layers of his fancy Garlean attire to expose his trousers underneath.

"Go on," the former Emperor sighs impatiently, and rushes the Exarch further by pulling him closer and laying a hand on his hooded head to push his face towards his lap.

The Exarch catches himself from falling forward into the man by clutching at his thighs. "Patience is a virtue, Emet Selch," the Exarch reminds him dryly.

"I care not," The Ascian says with a smirk. "Now cease your tongue wagging and suck my cock."

The Exarch rolls his eyes, and yanks the man's trousers open. Taking his cock in his crystal hand just a touch too firm to hear the Ascian hiss, he dips his head without teasing or foreplay, full lips opening wide to take the mushroom tip of his dick into his mouth.

The Ascian groans approvingly, and then shoves his head down further as he bucked his hips up. Making the Exarch choke, just to be a prick.

"Swallow it all, Exarch. Mm, yes, that's it…" Emet Selch sighed, the gold of his eyes gleaming under his eyelashes as he watched the smaller man take more of him into his hot, wet mouth. His lips were plump and his tongue was so very soft. If Emet weren't aroused before, he certainly began to feel it now thanks to the Exarch's pretty lips and clever tongue. Heat coiled low in his abdomen, his cock hardening with the toe curling tricks of the Exarch's tongue.

"Malformed thing that you are, you are quite good at this, Exarch. Have you had a lot of practice?"

The Exarch makes a garbled grumbling sound around the cock in his mouth, sucking at him hard before pulling back to snark with saliva slick lips, "I am not so long lived as you, Emet Selch. If any of us has the most experience, it most assuredly is you."

Emet Selch smiles. Not seeming to mind in the least that the Exarch was turning his words around on him. By mortal standards, he likely was the most experienced. He had lain with many of these broken creatures, all their names and faces blurring together after all this time. "How kind of you to notice. Indeed, if any one of us were to be the best judge of cock sucking skill, it would be me. And you, Exarch, are quite good at sucking cock. Now, do get back to it, will you not?"

The Ascian does not wait for the smaller man to continue on his own pace, he forces his head down and keeps him there, his hand heavy on the Exarch's hood. Smirking to feel the twitch of movement under the layers of fabric of the Exarch's hood and his gloves. Feline ears, mayhaps?

The Ascian's attention drifts back towards the hero despite the dedicated attention of the Exarch, having almost forgotten Dai was there for his whimpering had fallen so quiet.

The auri man's gaze was intense, scorching hot. His whole body was tense, muscles taut and shivering. The Ascian had no doubt that should he touch that furrowed brow, he would find the raen's skin feverishly hot.

"Where are you going, hero?" Emet Selch demands in something of an incredulous squawk as Dai suddenly strains against his leylines, actually fighting through and pulling the red lines of aether with him like pulling back a rubber band as he walks towards the bed. The Ascian half expects him to lay down and try to seduce him again, but instead the large raen strained forward with arm and chest muscles bulging to snatch up one of the plump pillows resting on his lavishly made up bed.

Emet Selch reflexively frowns as the hero turns to look at him with such a disapproving look on his face, like he was preparing to scold a naughty child.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" The Ascian scowls, nose scrunching and lips curling with his furrowing eyebrows.

The raen turns, dragging his feet across the floor so as not to be flung towards them as he makes his way slowly back with the pillow in hand. Emet Selch tenses up as the hero shot him another pointed look, hands raising up as Dai shook the pillow at him, wondering if the au ra would brandish it like a weapon to take a swipe at him.

But no, the hero knelt next to the Exarch and lifted him, knee by knee, to rest on the pillow instead of the hard, unforgiving ground.

The Exarch pulls back from his task, those pretty lips of his gently parted. His head ducks bashfully, and he murmurs, "my thanks," with a grateful smile.

"Oh," the Ascian scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Was that show really necessary? I could have conjured a pillow if you but asked." Of course, it would come at a price. Emet Selch never did anything for free, out of the kindness of his heart.

Dai frowns at him, those puppy dog eyes showing such disappointment. The question was why it bothered him so much. So what if the hero was disappointed? It should not affect him at all. And yet; it did.

"You…should have… given him one…in the first place," the hero says, looking at Emet Selch like he expected better from him. Had he forgotten that Emet Selch was not a kind, considerate man?

"Need I remind you that I am a villain, my dear?" Emet Selch replies, and with a snap of his fingers, shows the proof of his words.

Dai blinks as he feels a sudden breeze on his feverishly hot skin, and glances down to find his armor had, quite abruptly and magically, fallen in a heap at his feet. A crooking of Emet's finger has the red coil of his leylines snapping taut around Dai and drawing him in, dragging him right up close and personal to the former emperor of Garlemald. Those piercing golden eyes sear into him, a little less imposing since Dai was so tall. The Ascian had to crane his neck backwards just to sneer up at him.

Emet Selch sucks at his teeth, seeming to understand this all too well as he points his finger to the ground. Like being afflicted with a heavy spell, the leylines drag Dai down to his knees, and the au ra stares up into Emet's eyes as the Ascian grips his jaw and smirks at him. "Much better. I do like the sight of both of you on your knees."

It would be much more satisfying if Dai were at all bothered by it. Instead, the hero was entirely unruffled. His earlier disapproval melted away as soon as the Ascian made contact with him. The big raen squirming on his knees, knelt at the Ascian's feet, his attention darting between the Ascian's smugly smirking face and the sight of the Exarch stroking the former emperor's cock.

His eyes seem hazier now. His eyelashes fluttering and lips slack with desire as he pressed into Emet's gloved hand like a domesticated, oversized pet just begging to be petted.

Emet smiles fiendish delight, dragging his hand over the hero's throat, sweeping over his collarbones and then dropping down to palm at his large, muscular pectorals. "What a perverted body you have," the Ascian says in a particular tone of voice, as if he were mocking the hero. Yet the way he kneaded at the plump, pillowy combination of muscle and fat that made up Dai's chest was quite obviously perverse satisfaction. He ran his gloved fingers over the scars from the raen's top surgery, then cupped his pecs in his hands and squeezed at him.

That golden gaze intent on the hardened, perky peaks or the auri man's nipples.

Dai trembled and gave a high pitched keening sound from having his chest played with. Desire rushes through him like a throbbing pulse, and wetness drips down his thighs pressed tightly together by the coil of Emet's constantly shifting leylines. By being so lustful with the Exarch not long before, he had only further activated the effects of the pollen and stirred his own lust to new, unbearable heights.

With the Scions it had been a need for touch, for affection With the Exarch and Emet Selch it was that, and overwhelming, all consuming insatiable lust. He ached with need, his body so very sensitive to the barest but of contact, and no other would satisfy him but the touch and seed of his two lovers. To be satisfied again and again until he either worked through the effects of the pollen, or succumbed to utter, sexed out exhaustion.

Emet Selch laughs, his gloved fingers rubbing roughly over the hero's hardened nipples. Rolling the perky peaks between his fingertips and tugging at them. Plucking and pinching. "You certainly are a lewd thing," the Sorcerer of Eld comments, kneading again at Dai's chest. "One could almost expect milk to come out of this ridiculously large chest of yours."

The Exarch lifts his head from mouthing with plump lips and licking with a soft, drooling tongue at the Ascian cock, commenting slyly, "I certainly do not expect such. Perhaps that is merely a perverse fantasy of yours, Emet Selch."

The Ascian sniffs, not confirming nor denying the smaller man's words as he cupped Dai's chest in his hands and squeezed. Dai moans loudly, arching into the delicious feeling of those strongly kneading fingers. He seems to like the suggestion of Emet's words just as much for the way he pressed his chest into his hands, enjoying very much the rough way the Ascian groped and fondled him.

Dai's chest aches and tingles, a strange feeling washing over him along with the sudden surge of lust that wets his already slickened thighs. His chest felt fuller suddenly, heavier.

"Nnng, my chest feels so… so hot and heavy," the raen whines out, mouth dropping open to pant in gusting, gasping breaths with his tongue fairly dripping drool. "Hhahh… Squeeze it more, Emet, it—it feels so—Ohhh, good!" The hero's eyes nearly rolled back in their sockets as he tipped his head back and moaned loud and lewd.

Before their eyes did Dai's chest swell even larger under Emet Selch's pawing hands. As if Emet Selch's words—and Dai's own lustful want of it—had made it happen, combined, of course with the power of the fae magic he had been subjected to.

"Well, isn't this interesting?" Emet Selch remarks with lascivious fascination as pearly droplets of milk begin to bead at the tips of the muscular raen's perky nipples. As Emet Selch squeezed at the auri man's chest those small droplets grow and merge to form into one delectable milky dewdrop for each delicious nipple just begging to be tasted.

How fortuitous that he had a test subject to sample this curious, milky liquid. "Come come, Exarch," the Ascian commanded, dragging the smaller man up by the back of his robes and yanking him towards the large Au Ra.

"What—?" Is all the Exarch has time to gasp, taking in the sight of the milky fluid that had begun to drip down Dai's chest, when Emet Selch shoved him face first into the hero's chest. His open, gawking mouth pressed right up against one perky—lactating???—nipple.

The Exarch makes a muffled sound against his large lover's ample chest, his tongue accidentally brushing against the raen's nipple as he tries to thrash his head in a bid not to be smothered in Dai's soft, muscular chest.

Sweet droplets of flavor drip onto his tongue that the Exarch reflexively swallows, and the smaller man goes still as his taste buds tingle with what must be the taste of ambrosia. Saliva pools in his mouth as the Exarch ceases struggling and instead buries his face in Dai's chest. His hands drawing up to greedily grasp at the hero's muscular, pillowy pecs. Kneading at him in a surge of overwhelming, lustful hunger as his lips closed around the au ra's nipples and sucked with ravenous need. His throat made loud gulping sounds as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of this new and oh so sweet milky taste.

Dai mewled out, unable to do anything but thrust his chest out for the Exarch to slurp and knead at. The strong suction of his mouth sending a bolt of desire straight through the raen, aching desire throbbing between his slick thighs. He was dripping so much arousal that there was near a puddle on the floor.

More, more. The Crystal Exarch felt greedy for it. The strengthening squeeze of his fingers sending more of the milky fluid dribbling out to trickle over the smaller man's salivating tongue. The more he drank, the thirstier he felt for it. It was so sweet… so very good! Utterly delicious! He wanted—nay, needed—more! Like a cat with cream, or a kitten with milk, the Exarch kneaded strongly over overzealously at Dai's chest, a strange rumbling seeming to come from him for a moment before it was abruptly stopped by the Ascian yanking him again by the robe, pulling him off of the hero.

"Nnn! No, wait! I want… ah! More!"

The Exarch struggled for a moment, a whine in his voice and a flush to his skin, before the Ascian shook him hard and made him come back to himself. "Hh… uhh… wh… what was that?" The Exarch breathily gasps out, shaking his head and laying a hand near his temple that was still covered by his surely bespelled hood. His whole body felt flushed, pulse throbbing with his desire. His head felt foggy.

Emet Selch's gaze was almost feverishly bright. The look on his face was somehow manic and calculating at the same time. The thing was, Emet Selch knew for a fact that this was more than mere fae magic. To alter one's form, no matter how briefly, was to tap into capabilities that should be out of Dai's grasp, malformed being that he was.

And yet… And yet here he was, altering himself without realizing it. It would not last, of course. It all counted on belief and power of will, and if Dai believed he was only being affected by the fae magic, then it would only last as long as he was afflicted by this faerie trickery.

It should not be so surprising, as Emet had recognized that uniquely colored soul of theirs from malms away, no matter how malformed it was. Dai was fortunate to be seven times rejoined, his soul not as shattered and grotesque as the Ascian had seen before. That person—the unsundered soul that once had been, the last and final to claim the fourteenth seat of Azem—had been capable of much and more, always surprising. Inspiring shock and awe, causing chaos and ever dragging him into it, along with…

Emet shook his head, old grief and loss made new again by this line of thoughts. He stifles the feelings before they can wreak too much havoc on his mood, pushing such thoughts of the long gone past away. There was no sense in reminiscing. Soon all would be made whole, all would be made right again. Perhaps it would not be as it was in the nostalgia of his memories, but they would all be reunited again. No matter the cost. Even this, this small reprieve of duty he had found with the very hero who would see their millennia of work all put to ruin.

Emet's fiercely burning gaze once again becomes a dull, tired gold as he looks upon Dai, as his grasp on the Exarch becomes almost bruising.

How foolish he had become in his old age, growing fond of broken things.

"I imagine there must be some aphrodisiac properties to the milk that you just drank, my dear Exarch."

"Aphrodisiac?" The Exarch runs his hand over his mouth, face flushing hot at the taste still coating his tongue, and at the lewd sight that Dai made. The raen was practically limp in the hold of Emet's leylines, his nipples flushed with color from being sucked at so hungrily, still leaking milk despite how greedily the Exarch had drank from him. He was trembling, looking like he might collapse any moment. If not for Emet's leylines holding him up, he surely might have.

For once, the Crystal Exarch believed that Emet was telling the truth. His body was unbearably hot. His robes that were usually airy and comfortable felt much too heavy now, utterly stifling. Verily, he has to fight against the urge to take them off, even knowing that doing so would expose his secret.

On top of it all, his mouth was still watering. Salivating for another taste of that delectable milk that continues to dribble from Dai's nipples as Emet Selch had not paused the kneading motions of his hands. He seemed to be perversely delighting in tormenting the desperate hero, though the almost bored expression on his face might lead anyone else to believe otherwise.

The Exarch could hear it in his voice as he spoke to the hero.

"Well, look at you," the Ascian remarks in a certain tone of voice, breathy and light. His gloved fingers traced along the scars left from Dai's top surgery, one hand still squeezing droplets of milk from the raen's large chest, golden eyes watching as what seemed an endless supply of milk spilled over the auri man's skin. "More and more do you surprise me, hero. My expectations only continue to grow, you realize."

Emet Selch looks into the hero's face and laughs. "Not that you understand at all what is happening here. Not a thought in that pretty little head of yours but satisfying your desire in this moment, is there?"

Dai whimpers and squirms, arching into the Ascian's touch as Emet Selch pulls at his nipples and palms his chest, sending more milk spilling out to drip over the floor. What a mess. It would surely be a sticky bit of clean up for later. Emet Selch's gloves were already wet with the sweet liquid, the white material clinging to his hands and turning somewhat translucent. It was most definitely lewd. Aught that seemed a forbidden sight, as the Ascian only very rarely took off his gloves. His reasoning was well known already, if not a stubborn one. If the Exarch would not take off his robe and show his naked body, neither would the former Emperor of Garlemald strip himself bare of his Garlean finery.

Dai was always quite happy to be the one that was stripped down entirely naked, no matter the reasonings of his lovers for remaining stubbornly clothed. Besides, the feeling of fabric on his bare skin was an added bit of stimulation when they really got going. Emet's gloves especially felt good against his sensitive skin.

"Such a greedy thing you are," the Ascian comments, stroking at him with those gloves fingers. The fabric felt delightfully rough in this heightened sensitivity, sending sparks of heated desire zinging through Dai with every brush against his skin.

"Emet," Dai whines needfully, throbbing with—and dripping—unbearable desire, "please, please, please…"

Emet Selch hums. His voice mocking, dripping with wicked delight. "Please what, my dear?"

Dai very nearly sobbed. "Please touch me, suck me, fuck me—"

Emet presses a gloved finger that delightfully pleading mouth, a wicked grin curling at his lips. "Shh, shh, shhh. Oh dear, such crude words from the mouth of a hero. I am already touching you, but.. I suppose I can indulge you in your request, since you beg for me so prettily."

Emet lowers his head, his lips skimming across the plump swell of the raen's muscular pecs, his tongue flicking out to drag over one of the hero's leaking nipples. Swirling around the areola and then sucking that hardened, dripping bud into his mouth.

His mouth waters as that sweet milk trickled over his tongue, and Emet Selch gave a intrigued little hum in his throat as his teeth scraped and teethed at the hero's nipple. His lips curled at the corners for how the raen's chest heaved with his gasping, sobbing breath. The Au Ra was utterly wrecked with need just from the stimulation of having his chest sucked and teased. Such was why Emet's gloved hand continued to knead at the give of fat and muscle of the hero's impressive chest, his smiling lips closing around him in firm suction and beginning to suck in earnest at the hero's soft, milky nipple.

There's the snap of aether as Dai breaks through Emet's leylines yet again. And before the former emperor can lift his head to scold the hero, Dai's large hands settle on his head, long fingers sinking into his two-toned hair as the raen clutches him to his chest and moans loudly.

Emet Selch grunts as his nose is mashed against the hero's plump pec, the auri man nearly smothering him in his chest thanks to his overwhelming lust.

He nips at him in reprimand, sinking his teeth into the hero's chest like a ripe, succulent fruit as he sucked hard at his nipple.

Dai cried out, crushing him to his chest as he shook all over. Emet blinks, mouth falling slack around the raen's nipple as he struggled to breathe with his face buried in the hero's chest. He struggles in the man's grasp and finally manages to turn his cheek enough to breathe as the man trembles and shakes, making such lustful sounds in his ear.

Hah. Had he truly made the hero cum just from stimulating his chest? The Ascian laughed wickedly and broke away from the hero's hold. Leaning back with smug satisfaction to see the blissed out, lewd expression on the raen's face.

A frisson of heat goes through him, and the Ascian decides to further things along with a snap of his fingers that has his leylines repositioning the hero by sweeping his legs out from under him to land sprawled on his rump. His legs are spread wide open, all the better for his two lovers to gaze upon as the Exarch comes close, seeming to have finally composed himself. Or not, the former emperor mused with a mocking smirk as he spies the tenting of the Exarch's robes.

He decides to see for himself just how wet the hero is by slipping his gloved hand down the hero's bulky, well muscled abdomen and cupping his hand over that source of lustful, searing heat between his thighs. My, my. Dai was so very wet. Just the slightest brush of his fingers had his gloves coming away with strings of lewd wetness.

"Well, well, what have we here? Are you at your limit again so soon, hero? You're so wet, you're soaking through my gloves to the skin! My my, how obscene. What would your Scions say if they knew how truly lewd their precious hero was, hmm?" The Ascian purrs, stroking his gloved fingers over Dai's folds, laughing wicked and off-beat at the way the raen jerked and twitched with every slightest touch.

"Ah…! Hahh!! S… S—sensitive," Dai chokes out, his eyes rolling back as the Ascian fondled him roughly. Another mewling cry spilling from his lips as the Exarch slunk close, one warm hand and another of cool crystal settling on the auri man's snatched waist as his lips found their way to Dai's milky nipples without prompting.

The raen whimpered, feeling the Exarch's erection rub up against him so torturously close. He throbs and aches with the overwhelming need he felt, the unshakeable desire to be stuffed full and filled with cum. He was burning up with that need, feverish with lust, and somehow he knew the only thing that would satisfy him would be to be thoroughly ravished by his two lovers.

The relief he felt from Emet's fingers inside of him would be only all too brief. Slipping away from that sense of bliss all too quickly, the very same as the orgasm he had experienced from the pleasure of having the Exarch and then Emet sucking and kneading so passionately at his chest.

His hand cups the back of the Exarch's hooded head, fingers catching at the cloth but not pulling at it no matter how desperately he would like to see the man's surely handsome face. Just by the shape of his jaw and the plump prettiness of his lips, Dai knew for certain that the Exarch was most definitely a looker under all these layers.

His hips jerk all they can for being caught and held in Emet's leylines as wordless, whimpering cries fell from his lips. The way Emet pleasures him is rough and merciless. Purposefully pushing the raen closer and closer to the edge with his thrusting and curling finger, the fabric of his gloves scraping against him so deliciously, an edge of pain like scratching an itch.

The sound is muffled by the fabric of Emet's gloves, but Dai was sopping wet from being ruthlessly fingered. His thighs shook and his legs trembled as he clamped down greedily on Emet's fingers. His soft, spongey insides prised open by those cruel, wonderfully unrelenting fingers. His sensitive spots milked for all they were worth as the Exarch sucked hungrily at his aching chest, gulping down the precious milk that the raen produced and only making himself all the more lustful. The fabric of his robe was damp where he ground his erection against the hero's thigh. His cock pulsing and leaking copiously even through layers of fabric.

The lustful effect of this aphrodisiac must be truly beyond compare.

Enough, it seemed, to influence even one so above it all as the all powerful, most venerable Emet Selch. Even a man so long lived as he could not seem to stop himself from licking and sucking at the raen's ample chest, just the same as the Exarch. The ascian savoring every mouthful of that sweet, milky fluid and not spilling one drop. At least, not until the Exarch reaches for him to kiss him, pulling him off of Dai mid-suck of the auri man's perky nipple. The small man parting his lips to a mouthful of milk pooled in his mouth, drawing the Ascian in to tangle their tongues together. Milk spilled out from the corners of their lips as they kissed each other in a lewd battle of slippery tongues, aught that had Dai leaning forward with panting breath, salivating to taste what they so obviously enjoyed. He licked at the corner of Emet's mouth, and over the Exarch's cheek, the stripe of crystal curving over the smaller man's jaw feeling so refreshingly cool against his hot, drooling tongue.

The Exarch breaks the kiss he shared with the Ascian to turn his cheek and meet the hero's lips next. The sweet traces of Dai's milk lingering on his tongue as he stuck it out for the raen to suck on. Aught that Dai does enthusiastically, craving so very lustful something to suck on. The hard, thick shape of the Exarch's cock would fit the bill rather well. The smaller man had yet to have a turn being touched below the waist.

Yet kissing the Exarch felt so good as Emet Selch continued to finger him. Pushing him closer and closer to the edge until that built up pressure became a sweet, blissful release. The hero crying out his pleasure into the plump, saliva slickened lips of the crystal Exarch.

The low laughter of Emet Selch brings him slowly back to himself as dampened gloved hands cupped his jaw. Drawing him away from the deep, lustful kisses that the Exarch gave him to instead have his turn sampling the talents of the raen's lustful tongue. Dai moans into his mouth, his tongue seeking out the taste of milk as the Ascian crushed his lips to his and practically shoved his tongue down his throat. Dai could barely breathe as the man clutched his throat with a bruising grip and kissed the air from his burning lungs.

The Ascian only seemed somewhat satisfied when Dai slumped into him dizzily, spots dancing before his eyes. He is allowed to breathe then, but only just as the Ascian tips his head back by grasping at his hair and shoves the soaked fingers of his glove inside the hero's slack mouth. Dai groans in his throat as the Ascian pressed down with those fingers, the soaked fabric of his gloved scraping over the au ra's blue, forked tongue. Forcing the hero to taste the strong, musky flavor of his own lust.

Dai moans, offering no complaint as he sucked the taste of his own arousal from the sodden fingers of Emet Selch's glove.

"Lewd thing," Emet Selch mutters a sneer. But for his show of derision, his skin was certainly flushed and his golden gaze was hot, his chest rising and falling with his own panting breath. He was obviously turned on. Had he been affected by the aphrodisiac the same as the Exarch had? For a man largely claiming to be in every way their better, he certainly was susceptible to a lot of the same things.

Dai's eyes rolled back, eyelashes fluttering as the Ascian thrust his fingers in his mouth, the slightly rough fabric of his white glove scraping over the raen's tongue as he fucked his mouth with his fingers.

Dai moaned, catching the tips of the man's glove with his fangs as he pulled back, peeling the soaked fabric off of the man's hand with his teeth. Emet wastes no time in shoving his bare fingers back inside the raen's mouth. The salt of the ascian's skin made the hero salivate all the more as he sucked at the man's long fingers. He forced them deep in his mouth, nearly shoved to the back of Dai's throat. But it was not enough.

Dai wanted more. He craved the salty, bitter tang of cum. Desperately needed the heady, musky taste of cock on his tongue.

Aught that Emet sees fit to do generously give him as the former emperor tugs his fingers from the hero's greedy mouth and frees his cock from the confines of his Garlean finery to then rub over the lustful hero's drooling mouth.

The raen's blue, forked tongue slips out to lick over his lips, salivating as he lapped up the salty line of precum that the ascian drags over his lips from the tip of his cock. Dai sticks his tongue out, panting and making needy little sounds. The sorcerer of eld chuckled and obliged him by rubbing the tip of his cock over his tongue.

"Exarch," Dai slurs out in a desperate plea, reaching a hand out for him. Wanting to taste the smaller man's cock on his tongue at the same time. He wanted them both, needed them both.

His hands fist in the Exarch's robes, tugging him in and yanking the layers of fabric up with impatient need.

The Exarch gives something of a yelp and struggles to assist him. He pulls up the fabric of his robes, freeing himself from the shorts he wore underneath and taking himself in hand. He comes close, settling himself alongside the Ascian and offering up the tip of his prick to the raen's drooling tongue.

Dai moans, reaching for both of them and curling his large, warm hands around their cocks. His mouth opened wide as he pressed their tips together and rolled them over his tongue. His head turned from side to side as the blue of his slippery, forked tongue licked at them hungrily. Before long just licking was not enough, and Dai sucked Emet's cock into his hot, wet mouth and made it nice and slick as he took it deep with frantic bobs of his head. He pulls back with a gasp, his hand stroking then over the Ascian's spit slickened cock as he turns his head to give the Exarch a turn. His tongue slurping over the drooling drips of precum that were running over the smaller man's prick as he took him deep in his mouth and swallowed around him.

Emet's turn comes again, the raen sucking hard at the mushroom head of his prick and licking along his length. His throat open and relaxed for the former emperor to fuck into as Emet cursed in an ancient tongue and used his horns as hand holds to jerk him to and fro as he shoved his cock down the hero's throat.

Dai is the one to push him back. Still in possession of all his heroic, preternatural strength even though he was out of his mind with need. He gave the Exarch the attention he was due, the smaller man much more gentle as his hands settled in the raen's long, flowing locks of hair. Stroking and tugging at the dark and blonde strands as Dai sucked him so very lewdly.

He continues on that way, giving them each their fair turn, ever so mindful of his fangs and the points of his horns as he treated his lovers to the most enthusiastic, sloppy head they had received to date.

In return, he is gifted with the two of them cumming on his waiting tongue, and a bit of a facial as ropes of their seed land on his upturned face. Aught that is swiped up with fingers from two different hands and and rubbed off on his extended tongue. Fingers filling his mouth for a moment far too brief before they pull away.

"Let us move him to the bed," The Exarch says, already reaching out to grab for the hero. They'd need to move him together, the au ra was much too large for either of them to move alone without difficulty.

"Ugh, must we, Exarch?" The Ascian asks in a tone of complaint. "The bed is hardly big enough for the three of us."

"I… can walk," Dai slurs out, struggling to set himself to rights to even find his feet.

The Exarch shoots Emet Selch a pointed look. Or at least, he looks in his direction and the lower half of his face expresses some sort of feeling that has the Ascian sighing and assisting the smaller man in helping the large hero find his feet. And when he seems to struggle to walk, they drag him to the bed.

Dai flops onto the bed as the Ascian shoves him forward, bursting into giggles for a moment before he seems to come back to himself enough to pose provocatively. Or close to it. He looks rather ridiculous the way he twists about, trying to entice the two men standing at the edge of his bed. Still, he must be somewhat successful, or at least charming enough to the two of them for how the Exarch laughs gently and the Ascian snorts in humor before they both join him on the mattress.

Dai finds himself caught up again, leylines wrapping around him and positioning him on his side to be sandwiched between the two men. But this time, at least, he is not fully restrained. His hands are still free to reach for his lovers. Grasping at the front of the Exarch's robes and the furred collar of Emet Selch's coat as he drew them both in for sloppy, enthusiastic kisses. Seeming thrilled to bits to have the both of them in bed for the way his tail was swishing, smacking Emet Selch in the hip more than once.

The Ascian hisses out, biting the hero's lower lip in reprimand, but Dai only moans happily in enjoyment of the action.

"Switch places with me, Exarch," the Sorcerer of Eld grumbles, grabbing hold of the raen's tail and squeezing firm. But the appendage still continued to wiggle in his grasp.

"So he can whack me instead?" The Exarch replies in amusement. Smiling sweetly as Dai turns his attentions on him next for more kisses, his lips tracing the curve of the smaller man's lips. "No thank you. I am quite content here, out of striking range."

The Ascian mutters something no doubt uncomplimentary in an ancient language, but the only one who could possibly translate it was much too busy kissing along the crystal that stretched over the Exarch's jaw.

The leylines tighten around the hero, and the Exarch grunts as Dai is flipped the other way mid kiss. His tail smacking the hooded man in the leg. Of course.

"You must always have your way, mustn't you," The Exarch mutters, shifting more comfortably. His crystal hand coming to rest on the bouncy curve of Dai's muscular bottom.

The pleasing give of it under the squeeze of his hand cools his ire somewhat. He could hardly stay mad when he had his hands full with a lustful Dai. Indeed so, the raen presses back into his hand, making a lewd little sound in his throat. Hah, yes, ok, ok. The Exarch uses both hands to grope obligingly at Dai's bottom, kneading so strongly that the motions rubbed together the raen's dewy folds.

"Naturally," Emet Selch sniffs, drawing the Exarch's attention from where his gaze had been locked on the steady drip of arousal from Dai's heated flesh combined with the cute twitching of his puckered hole. So very tempting.

"Yes, yes," The Exarch says flippantly, digging his fingers into Dai's bottom and spreading him open with his thumbs. His smile curving to something sharper, and more feral than his usual polite smile.

"Ehh—! Exarch!" Dai mewls out, backing up into the perverse motions of the smaller man's hands. Inviting more of his attention.

The Exarch gives something close to a purr in his throat, pressing up against the hero from behind. The raen's tail curving over to squeeze at his hip as the bulge of his arousal came to rest between the rounded cheeks of his ass. The fabric of his robes a slightly rough sensation over the raen's sensitive hole as he rutted against the larger man. His hand reached forward to grope his chest, Dai's feverish skin and his hand once again became slippery as he squeezed more milk out.

"Messy," Emet Selch comments, and leans forward to lick again at the hero's chest. His tongue and teeth occasionally catching on the Exarch's fingers. Nipping at the both of them intentionally to be a shite.

Dai moans, raking his fingers through the Ascian's two-toned hair as the Exarch teased him to lustful madness by rubbing the tip of his cock over the hero's rim through the fabric of his robes.

"Please, please, please," Dai mewled. His skin so very hot to the touch, feverish in his need.

"Shh, love. I have you," the Exarch purrs to him in a low, rumbling voice. Fabric rasping against the raen's sensitive skin as the man pulled up the bunched up heap of his robes to rub up against him, skin to skin.

Dai wiggled backwards into the Exarch, panting hard and whimpering out as Emet Selch licked at his chest and sucked at his nipples. Every forceful bit of suction sending a throb of desire through him and wetting his thighs with another resulting gush of arousal. His voice pitches high as the Ascian reaches between them to fondle roughly at his folds and pinch at his clit.

"Taking liberties, Exarch? That hole is mine for the taking." The Ascian drawls with his lips pressed to Dai's chest. Golden eyes gleaming under dark eyelashes as he watches the Exarch push his cock between the hero's slippery thighs, slicking himself by rubbing up against the raen's soppy folds.

"Do you have any lube, Ascian?" The Exarch groans out. Then gasps as Dai pushes himself back onto the smaller man's cock, wiggling just right so the tip popped inside of him.

"Ahh, yes!" Dai moaned, mouth slack and eyes rolling back as he rocked his hips back into the Exarch, happily doing all the work to sink that cock inside of him and fuck himself on it. To fill up this aching emptiness inside of him.

More, more. He needed more! They were the salve to soothe this wretched, insatiable ache.

"W—wait, Dai—I, haahh!" The Exarch gasps, his earlier confidence wavering in the face of Dai's fierce, unslakeable lust. Dai does not seem to hear him at all as he writhed between them, bouncing best he could on the Exarch's cock. Swallowing every ilm in the

Emet Selch chuckles wickedly, his laugh low and off beat. No doubt delighting in the misfortune of the Exarch as the hooded man struggled to take back control. The energetic movements of the large Au Ra likely a challenge for a hero so strong, and now so incredibly, impossibly lustful. The Exarch could not possibly do this alone, not like he himself could.

"More, more," Dai gasps out desperately, skin shiny with a sheen of sweat. So wet with desire that every thrust of his hips pushed back onto the Exarch's hardness made an awfully lewd sound. "I need… your cocks…! Your cum! Ohh!" He thrust his chest out, milk making a sticky mess of his skin as an endless amount dripped free with the Ascian's fondling of his plump, muscular pecs.

Emet laughs huskily with his tongue extended, allowing sweet milk to collect on his tongue as he continued to tease and pinch at the hero's throbbing clit. "You heard him, Exarch. The hero wants my cock just as much as yours. So do budge over, will you?"

The Exarch rests his hooded head against Dai's back, mouth slack as he is used as a tool for pleasuring the hero. He need not move his hips at all for how eager Dai is. In fact, he holds rigidly still with his hands squeezing firmly at Dai's hips as the raen strangles his cock in a vice grip of tight, wet heat. "Can't move," the Exarch manages to gasp out, "Dai is… in control."

Emet Selch rolls his eyes and sighs. "Oh, for the love of Zodiark… Must I do everything?"

The Exarch gives a yelp as he is wrapped up in the red glow of leylines that he had entirely forgotten about, and yanked back so his cock slipped free of Dai's hot, addictive wetness. The wetted tip of his cock guided forward by the ribbon of that red, glowing aether to nudge against the twitching pucker of Dai's ass. The raen mewls out, lifting his tail even higher as he did not wait for the Exarch to take things slow, and simply impaled himself on the Exarch's prick like things such as lacking lube meant nothing to him. Perhaps in this state, it did not. Thankfully the wetness of being inside the hero was enough to slick the way so as not to make it terribly uncomfortable for the both of them.

"Was that so hard?" The Ascian sniffs, whipping his cock out from his Garlean finery and rubbing the tip of it against Dai's clit as he teased between the hero's folds.

"Please, please, give it to me! I need your cock!" Dai whimpered, rocking himself between them like a wild, lustful thing. Clearly no thoughts in his pretty little head now aside for this feral, single-minded need. No embarrassment, no shame. Just pure, honest desire.

"Yes, yes. You clearly do," Emet Selch smirks, teasing the hero a little more by rubbing the tip of his cock over his sopping folds until the hero was practically sobbing for him. Then with one swift, hard thrust, he sank into the hero to the hilt.

"Ffuuuuhhhkkk!" The hero cried out, finally stuffed so full of both of their cocks, and so sensitive now that he instantly climaxes just from being filled. His eyes roll back, tail squirming and tongue lolling out in drooling, orgasmic bliss as he came and came and came. "Hhnng.. Hh...ahh! Fuck me, fuck me!" He urged them breathlessly, his voice a fervent murmur.

Emet Selch manages an evil little laugh despite having his cock put in a strangle hold as the hero clenched around him and the Exarch both.

"As you wish, hero," he says, and gives the raen no time to adjust or come down from his high as he starts pumping his hips. The strong, sure movements sent the hero bouncing back onto the Exarch's cock, who made pathetic little whimpering sounds and held so very still.

"What's the matter, Exarch?" Emet Selch sneered. "At your limit already? I thought I was the oldest of the three of us, but you seem especially decrepit in this moment. Can you not handle a little anal from the champion of eorzea?"

The Exarch grit his teeth, groaning out as he grasped at Dai's hips and started to move. Syncing up to the rhythm of the ascian's movements. Struggling to bear all this stimulation when all he wanted to do was empty everything he had inside the hero and maybe take a long, exhausted nap. Gods, he was feeling rather drained from this, but he was not about to tell the thorn in his side that.

"I can satisfy Dai just as well as you," The Exarch groans, hands indenting Dai's dark tan skin for how strongly braces against him as he expended his rapidly dwindling energy to satisfy the needs of his hero. That nap was looking more and more appealing, and far more likely as time wore on. Judging by the sounds Dai was making, he seemed to be having a pleasurable time of it. Indeed, he was all wandering hands that grasped greedily at the both of them. His voice beginning to sound somewhat hoarse from all the moaning.

Emet Selch keeps up his lazy movements even as he gives a mocking laugh and lays his head on his fist. "So you think, my dear Exarch. Yet I very much doubt you have an endless supply of clones at your disposal. Well, still sizable if not endless. My dear grandson thought he destroyed the lot of them, but I was never one to lay all my eggs in one basket. Or all my clones in one facility."

Of course the Exarch had heard of such experiments, digging through the archives that he could of the crystal tower. Still, it was one thing to learn of it from documentation from ages past and quite another entirely to hear the words from the former emperor of Garlemald's lips. "Clones?" The Exarch just barely manages to keep composed and not readily show how keen his interest is.

Still the Ascian seems to catch on to it despite his straight face and mild tone. "Indeed, Exarch. For a price, I could answer a good many of the questions you have. I am well acquainted with the very technologist that developed cloning. You know of Amon, yes?"

That piques the Exarch's interest. "Amon? Of course I know of him!"

Emet Selch smirks, chuckling to himself, "He created the cloning technology that has proven so very useful—"

They are interrupted then as their resident hero and lover groans, whining out in voice that still faintly slurred, "Are the clones gonna fuck me?"

The Exarch's mouth drops open, aught that he had to say a lost train of thought with that mental image.

Emet Selch laughs, a delighted off beat sound. "Not right now, my dear."

Dai gives a sound of utter disappointment, squirming between them in something of a fit. "Less boring talk, more sex!" He whines.

Emet Selch snorts and says dryly, "Oh, do forgive us for committing the cardinal sin of boring you, dear hero. Whatever can we do to appease you?"

Dai drags him in by the furred ruff of his collar, answering his mocking query with deep, lustful kisses. Ever entirely earnest in his desire despite how much Emet Selch liked to sneer and pretend he did not care for either of them.

"No more boring talk," Dai breathes into the crush of their lips. Running his tongue over Emet Selch's mouth as he ground his backside against the Exarch. "Kiss me, touch me. Fuck me like you mean it," he whines needfully, obviously beyond his limit now for slow and easy, "I can't wait anymore!"

The Exarch is quick to action, talk of clones entirely forgotten as he puts more focus behind the movement of his hips.

Emet Selch is a smirking, smarmy jerk that stubbornly refuses to move beyond the lazy rocking of his hips even as Dai licks into his mouth and sucks on his tongue. He hums in his throat, gripping the raen's horns as he allows himself to be kissed until his lips feel bruised with it.

"So impatient," The Ascian says, short of breath as he bites at the hero's lips and traces the sharp point of his fangs with his tongue. Very much enjoying Dai's desperation as that blue, forked tongue came forth to tangle with his. The hero whimpering for more all the while.

"Yes, yes, as you wish," the ascian finally obliges him by putting more force behind the shallow thrust of his hips.

"Hmnn..!" Dai's eyelashes fluttered, drool slipping from the corners of his lips as he moaned into their yet unbroken kiss. "So deep," he slurred out in bliss as he neared his peak again so quickly with just a little effort. "So deep," he mewled. "More, more…!"

Emet Selch huffs through his nose, giving the hero what he asked for. "Put your back into it, Exarch," he says in a haughty tone of voice. As if he weren't the one always putting in the least amount of effort. Dai was the one usually doing most of the work out of the three of them. The least they could do here was show him that they could return the favor in his time of need.

"Hilarious, coming from you," the Exarch snipes back even as he does just that. The telltale tightening of Dai's muscles showing sign that he was close to the edge again.

The Exarch reaches out to tug with care at the raen's horns, pressing flush against his back as he kept up the pace he had set. "Dai," he calls gently for the larger man's attention. Feeling badly for the way the hero had to twist his neck, but desiring too strongly to receive kisses from him. "Kiss me, too. Please?"

Dai gives a rumble in his throat, close enough in vibration and sound to a pur that it makes the Exarch shiver as their lips brush. The unique feeling of the raen's forked tongue dragging over his lips. The Exarch groans softly, his mouth opening to suck at the slippery blue appendage. Moaning low in his throat as the Au Ra squeezed at him so strongly as another orgasm swept over him.

Oh..! Gods, Dai was so hot and squeezing him so very tight. It was too good, too perfect to resist. The Exarch sucks fervently at the hero's tongue, his hips slapping hard against Dai's ass as his cock throbbed and jerked with an intense wave of pleasure. He was caught up in it, unable to hold back any longer.

He swears he sees stars for a moment as his seed spills from him. His heart beating out of time as Dai milked him for all he was worth and more. The Exarch leans against him, trying to recapture his bearings as he fills the hero in hot, sticky bursts. He is glad to be laying down for how weak he feels in his knees.

He half expects to hear more mocking from Emet Selch for giving in so soon, but when he lifts his eyes the Ascian seems to be in a similar state. That perpetually frowning brow furrowed, golden eyes closed tight as he, too, was consumed in his own pleasure. Dai had pushed them both to the edge, it seemed.

Here should be the end. They should be winding down now. Dai usually liked to snuggle after. This did not seem to be the case, however.

The problem was that Emet Selch spoke the truth. Ingesting the milk Dai produced must surely have had an affect on his libido. Even after such an intense orgasm, his desire did not abate. Instead, it grew stronger. His cock pulsing with the rush of his blood, further hardening inside of Dai.

And Dai was clearly still wanting, not yet fully satisfied. "Ahh, don't stop," the hero whines needfully. "Give me more!"

"You greedy thing," Emet Selch groans.

And for how tired the Exarch suddenly felt—very much feeling his advanced years—he could quite agree.

Yet neither of these old men were willing to throw in the towel first. Satisfying Dai was yet another way they tested and challenged one another.

"Too tired, Exarch?" The Ascian asks, his eyebags seeming even darker suddenly. Two-toned hair sticking to his forehead and across his third eye with sweat.

The Exarch forced a grin more confident than he felt. Gods, how did Dai find himself in such unique trouble all the time? "Not just yet, Ascian."

Dai purrs in his throat with pleased feelings as the two start their motions anew. "Faster," he demands of them, smiling like the cat that got the cream. Or, rather, the Au Ra that got creamed, and was expecting more of it. Well, fair was only fair. They had milked the raen quite a bit, kneading and sucking at his chest. They should rightly give him something he was craving, in return.

"Lovers who laze about do not get the privilege of making demands," Emet Selch grouses back at the hero, but does oblige him by increasing his speed. Judging by his labored breath and the sheen of sweat on his skin, he was feeling it just as much as the Exarch was.

The Exarch felt like he might faceplant on the bed after this as he matches the speed the Ascian had set. Gods, please let Dai be satisfied with this!

The sensitivity felt almost too much to bear after having only just cum. The wetness of their seed slicked the way as they both sank in again and again inside of Dai. The unbearable friction of rubbing against the shape of one another with Dai only a thin barrier between them. It was heat, and wetness, and agonizing pleasure that felt too good to possibly hold out or fight against. It felt like ages went on, or mayhap only minutes.

It is only too fortunate that Dai reaches his peak again first.

He moans out, voice pitching high. His whole body trembled as his muscles tensed. He clamps down on them hard, squeezing the both of them tight. Somehow wringing more out of them.

Emet Selch looked like the Exarch felt. Very much in need of a nap.

But it seemed Dai was an insatiable, tyrannical lover under the effects of this pollen or fae magic, or what have you, because the raen parts his lips and says, "Again."

His two much older lovers groan out.

Gods, did he truly mean to exhaust them? To drain them dry?

"What a wicked, merciless creature you are," Emet Selch complains, panting for breath through his words. For such a mysterious, dastardly Ascian he seemed to be, he certainly was like your average person in moments like these.

"We are hardly young and spry anymore, Dai. Have some compassion for us old men," The Exarch could not believe he was in agreement with their more nefarious lover. Though Emet Selch makes a sound that suggests he did not appreciate being called old.

The truth was the truth, no matter how almost ageless the Ascian appeared.He was thousands of years old compared to the few hundred that was Dai and the Exarch put together.

"One more time?" Dai pleads. Twisting between them so they both could gaze at him face to face. No doubt knowing full well what he was doing, all sparkling eyes and cute face. For a man so large and muscular, it was unfair how adorable he could be.

The two men look away from the dazzling brightness of that cute face, for gazing at it too long would have one inevitably drawn in by that sweet, guileless expression and be worn down.

"Please?" Dai asks, turning on the charm by making his voice so soft and so sweet. "Emet? Exarch? Just once more?"

"Do not give in, Exarch," Emet Selch hisses when the hooded man trembles, sweating and clearly wavering in resolve. "Don't—!" He barks, only to heave a sigh in utter disgust as the smaller man gulped and gave into the impulse to look into those compelling eyes. Sealing his fate.

"W—well, mayhap just… once more?"

Dai's smile makes flowers bloom, face glowing like the glimmer of starlight. Eh? Was he seeing things or were those real sparkles dancing around Dai's head? The Exarch shakes his head, rubbing his eyes under the impenetrable shadow of his hood.

"Weak little fool," Emet Selch says scathingly, only to flinch as Dai turns that gaze upon him. Eyes wide and oh so pleading, his lips pouting just so.

"Emet?" Dai says in a voice so saccharine sweet that it made the Ascian's teeth ache. "Won't you stay?"

Ugh! "Do not think you can use your wiles on me," the former Emperor of Garlemald tells him with a sneer. Looking down his nose at the large Au Ra, scowling all the more fiercely in the face of the hero's beguiling smile. The overconfidence of this hero annoyed him without end. Did he think he had already won? "I am not at all giving in to you. This will simply be another facet of our cooperation, understand?"

Dai only nods happily, reaching forward to run his hand over the Ascian's ticking jaw. "Thank you, Emet," he says in that sweet voice. Hmph. It was hardly fair the advantage this hero possessed.

"Show me then how grateful you are," the Ascian says with a haughty sniff.

Dai pulls him in by the ruff of his furred collar for an enthusiastic smooch, running his hands through his sweaty, two-toned hair.

Emet Selch hums, reaching forward to curl a lock of that black and blonde hair around his painted fingers. "Go on, hero. Show me your appreciation for granting you more of my time."

Dai hums in his throat, kissing the man more passionately as his big hands cupped his face. His fingers rubbing at the Ascian's rounded ears, tracing along the curve of them and rubbing at his earlobes. A giggle vibrating in his throat for the way Emet Selch shivered as he fiddled with the dangling jewelry of his earring.

"I should like some appreciation, as well," The Exarch murmurs, wrapping his arms around Dai's front and snuggling up behind the hero with a slow roll of his hips that rubbed up against him just right. His soft, plump lips planting kisses over Dai's dark tan skin.

Dai moans into Emet's mouth, rocking back and forth between them in want of both of them. Yet this time, with Dai almost entirely back to himself, it is a slower, more sensual grind. The frenzied rush of need was duller now, the pollen wearing off. Burned away with the rise in his body temperature, the sticky mess that had clung to his skin partially rubbed off onto the bedding thanks to their sweat and rolling about.

"Exarch," Dai breaks his kiss with Emet to sigh, turning his head to kiss the hooded man. Catching those pretty lips between his own and scraping gently at the kiss bruised flesh with his fangs.

The Exarch groans, that soft mouth of his oh so tempting for Dai to lick and suck at. So he does, giggling in his throat for the sweet sound the smaller man makes in his throat. He really did seem to be weak to kisses. How fortuitous that he had such tempting lips to kiss.

"Hahh, so deep…!" Dai whimpers, their kiss breaking with a string of saliva connecting them as the shallow thrusts of the Exarch's hips become larger, stronger. Stirring him up again as the force behind his motions drives him forward into Emet Selch. Crushing their chests together and making the Ascian sticky with the sweet, milky droplets that dripped over Dai's dark tan skin.

"Caught that second wind, Exarch?" Emet Selch remarks, "Careful not to throw your back out, or crack any of that crystal. You are quite old for your kind, after all."

The Exarch huffs a laugh, not slowing his movements even as he retorts in returned snark, "Says the man who is older than the very shard we reside on. Is your terrible posture due to your spine curving with your advanced age? I am surprised your joints do not click and grind wherever you walk."

"How sad that you do not take better care of that frail body of yours, Exarch. Fool you are to think we share the same such weaknesses you possess. I am a sorcerer of eld, and to me the limits of flesh are inconsequential." Emet Selch chuckles, quickening his own pace to match, but thrusting deep and delighting in the whimper Dai lets out.

"Behold, the power of a sorcerer of eld," he says, inspiring a small fit of giggles in their lover, before that laughter turned to moans as Emet Selch's leylines caressed again over the raen's large, muscular body so very sensually. Wrapping about that tiny waist, squeezing and kneading strongly at his plump pecs, so many thin lines teasing along his clit and over his folds where they were joined, and along the rounded curve and cleft of his bottom where the Exarch still thrust inside.

"Aught we have seen before," the Exarch replies, unimpressed.

"You have only seen what I bothered to show you," the Ascian replies as more leylines play at the corners of Dai's mouth and slip over his tongue. Those thin lines suddenly larger, heavier. A phallic shape on his blue, forked tongue that thrust into his gasping, moaning mouth. Dai gives a muffled, delighted whimper for the strange, yet pleasurable way they hummed inside with power, tickling at his tastebuds and palate.

The leylines tickling and teasing at his nethers slip forward, wriggling inside of him between the thrusting shapes of his lovers' two cocks. Stimulating his overly sensitive body further as they squirmed about and stretched him deep, stirring up his insides until all he could do was whine and drool around the shape that thrust over his tongue and seemed to grow longer and larger with the passing seconds until his jaw ached and he could barely breathe between the strong thrust of it down his throat. His eyes teared up with it, his throat bulging with that obscene shape, but Dai was writhing in ecstasy as he found himself stretched out and stuffed so deliciously full.

The Exarch was not off limits or immune, either, to the seductive powers that the ascian possessed. He finds himself subjected to similar treatment, wrapped up in those ribbons of red power like a pretty little present for the former emperor of Garlemald to gaze upon as those leylines push past his plush lips to pin down his sharp, impertinent tongue. Stuffing that pretty mouth full and stretching his jaw wide on the phallic shape that forms and glides down over his tongue to gag him.

"Enjoying yourselves?" Emet Selch asks with silky amusement as more and more leylines come out to play with them. Plucking at their nipples and roughly rubbing at both cock and clit. Warm, string leylines slithering under the fabric of the Exarch's robes to knead at his backside and spread him open for warm, thin tendrils to stroke along his furled hole. To the Exarch it would feel sleek and wet, like so many tongues licking and prodding at him.

"Ah..hahh!" The smaller man jolted with it, gasping out, his muffled plea of, "nng, wait!" entirely ignored as those tendrils stretched him open and slipped inside. Not waiting with any sense of patience before they were already fucking into him. Punishment as much as pleasure as they sought out his weak points and toyed with them wickedly. Merciless for how they stretched deep and wide.

The Exarch's rhythm is thrown entirely off by this sudden, impulsive whim of their ascian lover. His hips slapping against Dai's in reactionary jerks as he is stretched open and fucked deep. Dai is a helpless mess of needful whimpers, stuffed full of his lovers and teased mercilessly by the red tendrils of Emet's leylines. The both of them caught up in the overwhelming stimulation and pleasure, entirely at Emet Selch's mercy.

"It costs more energy than I usually care to spare on this wretched, light stained shard, but…. I suppose I can indulge you on occasion. Is that not generous? Are you not grateful?" The ascian laughs, low and off beat. His piercing, wicked gaze drifting over the faces of his lovers made slaves to pleasure by his doing. Yes, it was good to remind them just who they were dealing with.

He strokes over Dai's chin, thumb pressing into his bottom lip as he watches his leylines thoroughly explore that lovely mouth of his. He thrusts his hips inside the hero lazily, knowing he will not need to do much work to finish now that he had set things into motion. It would not be long now.

He amuses himself in the wait by thoroughly milking this moment, and his lovers, too.He groped and squeezed at Dai's chest, and slithered more leylines along the length of the Exarch's cock to further spur him on. To push them closer to the edge all the swifter, because truly, he was growing tired of this endless sexathon. A nap sounded just right to replenish his energy. It was far too bright on this shard. The light was garish and exhausting.

The telltale sign of Dai's orgasm shows itself first by the way the raen grew tense, his velvety insides pulsing and squeezing so delectably. "So wet, so tight," the Ascian hisses approvingly as the hero clenched around him and made himself a nice, wet, tight hole for him to thrust into. He groans, pressing his lips close to the au ra's. Delighting in the utterly wrecked, lustful expression the au ra was making. "Hahh… Yes, just like that. Squeeze me. What a good little hero!" The sorcerer of eld cooed in somewhat mocking praise.

It seemed to do it for Dai, however, as the raen gave a full body shudder and came hard. He twitched, clenched, squeezed, and came and came and came.

The Exarch makes a strangled little sound, the lower half of his face a lewd sight that was a contrast of flushed ruddy skin and cool blue crystal as he drooled around the phallic shape of the leylines still rubbing over his tongue and thrusting down his throat. He clutches at Dai's hips, fingers strong, crystal and warm flesh that indented the hero's flesh for the desperate way he held on to him. His heart pounding, blood rushing as his lovers work together to push him over the edge. He knows he has nothing left in him after this as it crashes over him, stealing his breath and very nearly making him black out as Dai squeezes him so very tight and Emet Selch finds that particular spot inside him that makes him see stars and go hot all over.

He cannot hold it anymore. He spills over, filling Dai again with his hot, copious seed. More and more pulled from him when he feels like he should be spent. But Dai was not done, and neither was Emet with torturing him. His grip on Dai is bruising as he bears through it all, unable to even beg for relief as the meaty weight of Emet Selch's leylines pin his tongue. Drool drips from his lips as his eyes and his head roll back. Waiting for it all to end.

Emet Selch smiles with evil satisfaction at seeing them both so readily succumb to him. As it should be. Well, now was as good a time as any to end this. The sorcerer of eld breathes out and thrusts his hips harder into the hero, allowing the contractions of that soft, succulent, wet heat to draw it out of him. His lips part, cheeks flushing as he groaned in his throat. Stroking at himself with his own leylines to bring him to the brink, and then giving a guttural grunt as he reaches his peak. Bursts of his sticky, hot spend pour into the hero, spilling over and making a mess of Dai's thighs and the bed as he fills him up before he is well and truly finished. Hahh, he must have been more pent up then he realized.

Feeling satisfied, he withdraws his leylines, the red ribbons of aether vanishing in a shimmer of sparks. Basking in the afterglow, he regards his lovers lazily. Dai looked utterly sexed out, expression blissfully dazed. The Exarch seemed exhausted, his expression obscured where he had dropped his head to rest against Dai's sweaty skin. He must have been roasting in those robes of his. Emet was fine, of course. Attire made from creation magic was unlike anything that the people of these sundered shards could possibly create.

"Feeling better, hero?" Emet Selch questions, more than ready to make his departure now that all was settled. "Satisfied, I trust?"

Dai blinks at him languidly, grasping at the front of his coat as he moves to pull away. "Don't go," the raen says, tugging him back in.

Emet Selch frowns, squeezing the hero's wrist. "What? Wanting to cuddle, are you?" The ascian sneers.

Dai answers him with a beatific smile, tail thumping happily as he draws him into his arms. "Yes!"

Emet makes a face as he is squashed against the hero's chest. "That was not an invitation!" He grumbles and struggles briefly, pushing against the wall of solid muscle for a moment, then gives up with a put upon sigh. "Oh, for the love of…! Fine. Just for now."

Dai makes a deep, rumbling sound of contentment as the Exarch settled comfortably against him, joining in on the snuggle pile.

"Twould be best if we washed up sooner rather than later," the hooded man says, but sighs and melts against the large au ra despite his suggestion. He was obviously tired.

"Later," Dai says, content to snuggle up with them and take a nap now that he was not out of his mind with feverish need. "Take a nap now." He kisses each of his lovers, on two toned hair and hooded head, and promptly dozes off as soon as he lays his head down.

"Well, that was certainly interesting," Emet Selch remarks.

"Shh," the Exarch shushes him, lifting a finger to his frowning lips. "Quiet your voice or you will wake him."

"He will not. He's exhausted himself." Emet Selch snorts and pokes Dai's cheek, saying loudly into the nearest horn, "Wake up, hero!" Poke, poke. "See? Out like a light."

The Exarch reaches over and slaps the hand that continues to poke Dai's cheek.

"Stop."

Emet Selch rolls his eyes. "You continue to be no fun at all, Exarch."

The Exarch smiles placidly. "And you continue to be a bother. Why does Dai put up with you, I wonder?"

Emet Selch grins rakishly, looking to the hooded man under his eyelashes. "Why do you, Exarch? The same reason, I imagine."

The Exarch exhales through his nose. "And what might that be?"

Emet Selch lifts a hand to smooth back his two toned hair. Pale gold eyes gleaming and smile smug. "You are fond of me. Utterly charmed by me. No need to be embarrassed, you are not the first to find me so captivating."

The Exarch barks a laugh a bit too loudly, then covers his mouth as he looks at Dai's dozing face. Still and peaceful, with a smile on that cute face. Phew. "One does wonder how you fit in a room this size with an ego so large as that," he says quietly.

Emet Selch sniffs. "You call it ego, I call it speaking the truth."

The Exarch shakes his head and rests his cheek on Dai's shoulder. "Go to sleep."

Ah, avoidance. Emet Selch shrugs and relaxes into the bed covers the best he can. Then shifts, and sighs, and shifts some more. "What an uncomfortable bed," he says, and with a snap of his fingers he changes it all.

The Exarch heaves a sigh and closes his eyes. It was not worth losing sleep over.

…..

Dai drifts slowly into lazy, content wakefulness. His body sore in the most satisfying of ways as he stretched out before and enjoyed the telling ache of being so well ravished before he opened his eyes. He lifts his head, feeling a wash of disappointment as he slips a hand over the sheets—different from when he had last seen them—to find himself the sole occupant. Then he sits up and finds Emet Selch lounging naked in his bath, surrounded by a cloud of bubbles and holding a flute of champagne.

"The Exarch left, as usual," Emet Selch drawls, lifting the flute to his lips to sip at. "Whenever will that tiny, mysterious wizard show us what is underneath those drab robes of his?"

Dai smiles and shrugs, scratching at his scalp and tousling his sleep mussed hair.

"Do you intend to lay abed all hours, or will you join me in this bath I so generously prepared?" The ascian asks with an edge of impatience.

Dai perks up, flinging back the fancy sheets and tumbling pompously plump pillows out of his way as he stumbled from the bed in his puppy-ish eagerness to snatch up the opportunity to share a bath with his lover.

Emet Selch raises his glass high as the raen enters the bath, huffing at the displacement of water that sends a small wave spilling over the sides of the tub as the oversized hero settles in behind him.

"Wash my hair," Emet Selch does not request so much as demand, but Dai is all too happy to oblige him. Cupping up handfuls of water to wet the ascian's hair and comb his fingers through. Staring unabashedly at the former emperor of garlemald's face as he sighed and leaned into him.

"Feeling better?" Emet Selch asks, and it sounds like an echo because the Exarch is there at the door, slipped inside without the other two noticing. He has obviously changed and cleaned himself up. How many bells has Dai been asleep? It must have been a good while, he definitely felt rested.

"Much better," Dai says happily, continuing to run his hands over the Ascian's scalp.

"Good," the Exarch says with obvious relief. Then, "Shall I scrub your back?"

"You should have seen his pitiful expression at your absence, Exarch," Emet Selch says, sharing his wine with Dai. His glass lifted high to press against the raen's lips, tilted slowly so the raen could sip slowly without spilling. "You had best wash his hair, too."

"Yes, yes." The Exarch agrees easily, taking off his sandals and gathering up his robes to sit on the edge of the tub with his feet in the hot soapy water, proceeding to comb his fingers through Dai's long, black hair from his scalp to the blonde ends.

Dai's tail thumps happily, sending water and fragrant bubbles sloshing everywhere.

"Watch it, hero. The only bubbles I want to taste are the ones in this champagne!"

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