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Byleth walks around their bed, piled high with deep furs and silk cushions, admiring her own handiwork. It is overlarge even for someone as big as the king of Faerghus, with more than enough room for three even with his tendency to sprawl out his long limbs across it. Dimitri himself lays there in the center wearing nothing but a scarf as a blindfold, hands and feet bound fast by steel rings hidden underneath; after the second broken bedframe, she had ordered something significantly sturdier to handle his impressive strength. So handsome, tied up and waiting; his body flexes in anticipation, his cock half-hard and currently bobbing lightly against his thigh. She can tell he is trying not to squirm at the maddening sound of her slow, solid footsteps as she continues her path. It has a dual purpose. “Are you sure you’re comfortable?” He nods, and now she is satisfied at last with the view. She removes her robe and slides onto the bed beside him, cooing. “You were so patient, waiting all this time.” She kisses his forehead and smooths back his hair. It is always so pretty in candlelight, gleaming gold against their bright pillows. “So good.”
“You think so?” His voice hitches a little, a little pleased, a little embarrassed by the praise. He likes it, this being praised, but sometimes thinks he doesn’t deserve it; Dimitri’s always been harder on himself than anyone. Just like someone else. “I want to make you happy.”
“And you do.” She kisses his mouth, slow and deliberate as she toys with his cock; they’re not ready for the passionate part yet, but she likes to touch him all the same, teasing. “Now, you’re going to relax and let me show you how happy you make me, hrm?” He nods, and she catches his mouth again to give him another soft kiss. “But you have to promise me you’ll say something if you’re not comfortable.” Sometimes, he could be a little too eager to please and forgets his own comfort. Another nod, and she smiles, knowing he can’t see her. “I want to hear you.”
A gasp quickly turns into a whine as she plays with his cock with a bit more purpose, enjoying the way his cock stiffens under her touch. “Yes, Beloved,” he murmurs, affectionate, already a bit reverent. She releases him to run her hands up his torso and chest, teasing a moan out of him as she pinches a nipple, just so, just the way he likes. A gentle kiss on his neck changes the pitch of his voice as he sinks into the warmth of her attention. With him, she’s gentle and tender even when he’s tied up and being used for her pleasure.
Once he’s been kissed and petted enough to draw out a long groan of pleasure, the bound king lays panting from her affectionate assaults, Byleth checks his restraints again; he likes to pull during the actual act of union, and any marks now could quickly become something serious with his strength. A moment to admire him; sweat has made his body gleam in the light, his hair dark with it against the pillow. “Is the blindfold still okay?” He nods, and she rewards him with a deep kiss as she moves to straddle him; she is not unaffected by her teasing, and her pussy clenches as she settles herself on his thighs. “You’re doing so good, darling.” Another kiss. “You make me so happy.”
“I’m glad.” His voice breaks a little, cracking.
Byleth pauses, caressing his chest. “Do you need anything at all?” He shook his head. “Say it.”
Dimitri’s tongue flickers out, wetting his lips; she wants to kiss him right there, but she waits. “I’m all right, Beloved.” His cheeks flush, creeping down his throat and into the hollow of his collar. “You’ve pulled quite a few noises out of me already, I’m just a little hoarse.”
This honesty deserves a kiss, and she bends to meet his mouth; his kiss back is full of affection, tenderly exploring her mouth. It’s almost polite, the way he kisses, and she loves him for it. “Last chance for any requests before I begin.” He shakes his head, and she smiles into one last kiss before sitting upright. Behind her, a door opens and closes somewhere in the royal apartment; Byleth choses to ignore it for the moment.
The first few moments are always difficult; Dimitri is a big man everywhere, and his cock his no exception. She huffs as she sinks onto it, slow and deliberate, letting herself get used to the sensation of being full, always a difficult task without an orgasm before to relax her muscles. A gasp from the king, the tendons in his arms standing out in relief as he tenses. “Easy, darling,” she breathes out, and he does, only a little reluctantly. Byleth sinks a bit further, allowing herself a moan. The bedroom door opens, and she knows it’s not a servant by the lack of embarrassed squeak and slamming of the door. Instead, it shuts quietly, almost unheard under the king’s groans as she works his cock into her. Crystal clinks behind them, liquid sloshes.
“Beloved, you feel-“ Dimitri is so focused on her and their lovemaking, he has not yet noticed a third party in the room. He bites off the words when she comes to be seated on his hips; her clit pressed against his stomach makes her shiver. Footsteps, and he notices there’s someone there at last. “Claude?”
“In the flesh. It seems I’m late to the party,” his voice teases, and then he steps closer so she can see him. The Almyran king’s already loosened the top of his shirt to expose his throat, and she watches it bob as he takes a sip of wine. Byleth can tell he’s considering joining in by the way he watches, but it’s not in a selfish way; sometimes his teasing stresses Dimitri out when the Faerghus king is at his most vulnerable. “My evening was far less interesting than this.”
“Did the negotiations not go well?” Dimitri’s voice gets solid with concern, despite his wife seated firmly on his cock. She shushes him in the hopes he’ll relax again.
“Everything went as planned in the end.” Another sip of wine. He’s always been hard to read, especially after spending his day wearing his public face. He studies Dimitri. “Do you mind if I join, your Majesty?” It’s a hard rule to ask anyone restrained first, just in case they desire one on one attention. She wants to coo at him for being good and asking Dimitri before her, but stops herself; unlike Dimitri, Claude isn’t pleased with praise until he’s felt he’s truly earned it. He’s harder to dominate in that way, easier in others.
Dimitri nods with no hesitation, a good sign. Now he looks at Byleth, appealing; as if she would ever turn down an opportunity to watch them together, and she nods as well. “Check him first,” Byleth commands as Claude starts to climb on the bed, wine still in hand. He pauses, then moves to obey. “And clothes off before you join.” The first isn’t necessary for Dimitri’s sake as she’s just checked, but rather a test of just how difficult the Almyran king wants to be tonight. It will give him a chance to finish his wine, anyway.
As he does so, she leans forward to kiss Dimitri. “You feel so good, darling. Do you how much I love your cock?” She clenches for emphasis; he gasps into her mouth.
They linger, sharing a breath and tender kisses until the mattress shifts, and she sits back up to rest on Dimitri’s lap as Claude shimmies closer; he’s removed his shirt but not his pants. Byleth frowns, he grins. “I’m just looking right now.”
“Why can’t you just do what Beloved asks?” Dimitri mutters, and Byleth laughs; they’ve been lovers long enough that even blindfolded, he knows Claude’s misbehaving.
The other king huffs in protest, but playfully so. “Why should I?”
“Because she’s Beloved,” he replies, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Byleth caresses his stomach; such a good answer deserves affection. She knows he’s only talking like this to wind Claude up; their lovemaking is always better with his teasing ways. It has taken time, but Dimitri has learned to tease Claude back, in his own way.
Byleth frowns, trying to look serious. “No touching until those pants come off.” An idle threat, as they all know she’s not going to move from Dimitri’s hips until she’s sated. It’s started to ache, so she begins to rock, testing. Beneath her, Dimitri groans, his head thrown back to expose this throat. A caress down his chest then back up. “Oh, Dimitri, you feel incredible, darling.” Beside them, Claude inches closer but stops before she can fuss and instead props himself up on an elbow, watching Dimitri’s body quiver with hungry eyes. She runs her hands down his body again, picking up the pace of her hips a bit. “You are so pretty when you let me fuck you.” His cock flexes inside her, leaving her breathless at the sensation.
Claude must agree because he strips at last, and Byleth whines at the sight of his naked body; they’re both handsome, but Claude’s best physical aspects were no doubt his heavily muscled thighs and tight ass, both of which he flaunts shamelessly now. There’s no other explanation for the way he lays, ass tauntingly close to her as he kisses Dimitri, one hand lazily caressing one of the bound king’s arms with a sweet tenderness that never fails to make her melt. They love her, of course, but their affection for each other is wholly different, their own special little connection. With each thrust, he moans into Claude’s mouth, their kisses deepening; Byleth can’t tear her eyes away, her own pleasure beginning to crest at the sight of their languid making out.
He pulls away, she can see how relaxed Dimitri has become; perhaps he needed both of them. “Byleth sure is spoiling you,” Claude murmurs, one hand tracing circles over the king’s torso. When he shifts, she can see his erect cock brush against Dimitri’s hip.
“Are you jealous?” As much as she loves Dimitri’s selflessness, she adores when he’s smug, too; he’s earned the right to be confident in his life and in particular her love for him. “Perhaps if you ask nicely and behave, Beloved will spoil you, too.”
“Hrm, I don’t know about that. I think you should be jealous of me, because Byleth looks incredible riding you. Maybe you’d like to see for yourself?” One hand reaches to tease the edge of the blindfold, and she could see Claude grinning at Dimitri’s stricken whine. “Maybe a good boy could keep his eye closed instead.”
Byleth leans forward and smacks his hand away, just hard enough to sting, and before he has a chance to pout, she takes his chin in her hand. “Don’t you dare. If you want something to occupy yourself, come behind me.” He’s almost too eager, and scrambles up to obey; later, she would give him some of his own attention.
It feels good to rest against Claude as he settles in behind her; his skin is flushed and warm, cock leaking against the small of her back. He sounds a little breathless, coming undone himself. “You really do look-“ he bites off the words as she flexes to begin riding Dimitri again, her ass rubbing against him.
“Less talking, just touch me. And don’t you dare come until I say.” She’s so close, and Byleth guides his hand to her clit and mound. “Oh, my loves,” her voice cracks as Claude presses one of his broad hands against her, his other squeezing her breast. At this angle, Dimitri’s cock finds the right spot, and suddenly she’s sweating and trembling as the swell breaks, her cheeks damp with tears as she comes.
“Beloved.” Dimitri is hoarse, whimpering as she shudders. “Oh, Goddess, you are-“
“You’ve been so good,” she pants, shifting to push against him more firmly. She feels Claude’s hands steadying her; he certainly deserves a reward, too. “Dimitri, come for me, darling.”
The bed creaks as he groans, hips thrusting into her even as she grinds down; tomorrow there will be bruises from Claude’s hands gripping her thighs, but right now she doesn’t care, all Byleth feels is the pumping of Dimitri’s thick cock as he comes inside her, his entire body rigid. “Oh, Beloved,” he murmurs as his body slackens, his voice already muted in the afterglow of release.
Claude helps her peel away from the bound king, leaving a sticky mess between their legs as they separate. He assists with the restraints as well, though it’s Byleth who checks Dimitri’s limbs for marks, planting soothing kisses on reddened skin; that’s her job alone.
At last, she removes the scarf, making sure her face is close when he opens his eye; his smile is warm, his whole beibg radiating peace and calm. “Hello, my darling,” she whispers, their foreheads pressed. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He breathes, shuddering a little. “May I have some water?” She nods and pecks his lips before slipping off the bed; Claude has discreetly disappeared to allow them a moment.
Dimitri’s recovered enough to lounge at the head of the bed, he smiles as she hands him a glass of water and sets a second glass down, this one filled with red wine. “Thank you, Beloved.” She leans to kiss him, soft and sweet.
As she settles into the bed to curl against Dimitri’s shoulder, caressing his skin, Claude reappears and flops at the foot of the bed, grinning. His cock is still hard, bouncing a bit as he settles. “So what did Dimitri do to deserve being tied up and spoiled?”
A snort from the blond, the glass of wine in his hand. “I asked. Perhaps if you asked from time to time instead of being roundabout in your wants and needs, Beloved would tie you up more often.”
Byleth waits for him to take a sip before reaching over; Dimitri gives it easily. She nuzzles at his collarbone, reassuring. “I love when he’s bratty, though. Just like how I love you when you’re being an angel.”
Claude sulks a bit; it’s cute, how he pokes out his lip and widens his eyes, trying to look as appealing as possible. “Tomorrow?”
“Perhaps.” She watches him, considering her own feelings; she’s recovered enough to be fucked by him, at least, and they both know she needs to rest between intense sessions. “My love, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
The wine passes between them, and she can see the consideration in his eye as Dimitri thinks. “Just the bath, but together. I’m willing to wait.” She nods, stretching out against the pillows before giving Claude an imperious flick of her fingers to come make love to her.
As she settles into the bed, Claude shimmies up, and he pauses to speak to Dimitri, their words too quiet for her to hear. She knows that, despite his teasing, he’s thanking Dimitri for allowing him into their play. The blond king smiles and pulls his dark-haired counterpart in for a kiss, lazy and affectionate. A tug on Claude’s cock gets a moan, and then Dimitri pushes him away. “Go please Beloved.”
Dimitri reads while she and Claude fuck, languidly poised beside them. “Remember,”she murmurs with a gasp as their bodies join, “don’t you dare come until I say you can.”
Claude leans forward, his breath hot on her cheek despite her flush. “Yes, Beloved.” Her laughs turn into heady groans as he begins to thrust into her; to be honest, she prefers fucking Claude after Dimitri, as the Faerghus king was gentler, nervous about his massive strength injuring her if he was too passionate, but the Almyran king had no such restraint. “Please pull my hair?”
It’s a question, almost begging, and she obliges, kissing his exposed throat. “Did you have a hard day, my darling?” He can barely nod with her hand tangled up in his curls, and she kisses again, nipping the apple in his throat. “Make me come.”
She’s so close already, and the moment Byleth releases him, his mouth finds her breast, her nipple, sucking hard. One hand presses between her legs, and her back arches, trembling as her orgasm breaks yet again, her toes sinking into the deep fur they lay on. “Khalid, oh, fuck yes!” He groans at the sound of his name, and Byleth laughs, letting her voice deepen with lust. “Such a wonderful man. Come whenever you’d like.”
It doesn’t take long, and he cries out, sounding adorably vulnerable as he spills. “I love you,” he whispers against her collarbone bone.
She kisses his hair tenderly, caressing his shoulders. “I love you,” she murmurs in Almyran, suspecting that’s what he needs, confirmed when he laughs and kisses her mouth as he slips out, leaving her feeling both empty and sated.
The bath needs warming, and the kings wait while she murmurs a spell, flames rippling under her hand. Dimitri stretches, comfortable in his nakedness before the both of them. “Beloved spoils us.”
Claude laughs. “That she does.” Once it’s ready, they settle in beside one another, kissing and petting, and Byleth sinks into the water to watch, feeling relaxation seeping into her limbs; they are so handsome, their bodies glowing in the candlelight as Dimitri allows Claude to wash his hair. Byleth purrs, allowing the warmth and love of the moment to engulf her.