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The haze of the desert sun bleared through your half-lidded eyes. You felt the sand more than you could see it, each step jostling you without a care of the pain seared into your skin. Your arms limply draped over sturdy shoulders, and no matter how hard you tried to will your eyes to open all the way, you found yourself fading back into a dreamless unconscious.
Each moment awake felt like a dream, your closed eyelids lighting up the angry red glare as if to warn you awake–to drag you out of the arms wrapped against your thighs, hands biting into your skin harder than necessary. Sometimes that sting kept you on the edge of consciousness and every ounce of strength was used to drag your head up, lips grazing across the side of Cyno’s neck.
If you were more aware, you would feel him stiffen, pausing for a moment before the weight of your head was too much to bear and collapsed into unconsciousness once again.
Your environment was different each time you peeled back your eyelids, the sting as dry as your parched throat. The only constant was Cyno and the touch of his skin, his deep grip anchoring you as much as it stung. Even sprawled across the stone ground, each slow sigh of breath brushed against your cheek. His hand stretched across the narrow space between your bodies to loosely grasp your wrist.
You’ve learned how light of a sleeper he was. If you so much as swallowed the lump of sand caught in your throat, his eyes would shoot open and pull you close, rolling his body until he sat on top of your legs. Sometimes he pinned both of your hands, red eyes boring into yours in a hardened stare until you could literally watch the softness melt into his gaze. This time he’d press his face into your neck, the rest of his body easing into yours like a weighted blanket that swaddled you into warmth.
“Rest,” he said in a gravel voice, a tone lower with sleep. He didn’t move when you softly lifted your hands, pulling his headdress away to bury your fingers into his hair. The only response was his deep sigh and if he awoke with any of your movements, stroking his hair or trailing your fingers up and down his bare back, he didn’t give any indication.
He didn’t let you touch him beyond that. Not since he first caught you. That didn’t mean you couldn’t feel the tension that dug into your skin whenever he pinned you down, the way his fingers gripped that much tighter on your thigh when you were jostled awake as if you would try to escape if he didn’t.
As if the purpose for this trip wasn’t exactly this.
Well, it would be if he would just do something. But if General Mahamatra was known for anything, he never fell to the whim of others.
Which meant, while he didn’t let you touch him, that didn’t mean he didn’t touch you.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum,” he said, but each night after he proved you wrong.
His tongue pressed against your clit, drinking in your slick as if you were the source of his thirst, his fingers curling deep inside of you until the only word that could escape was please.
You thought your punishment was to taste him on your tongue, for him to use your throat until you couldn’t breathe. You thought you would be burning with the need to cum as he ruined you for his own pleasure, but that was what you wanted. You wanted him mean. You wanted to be used.
But if General Mahamatra was known for anything, he never fell to the whim of others.
So bad girls do get to cum. Over and over and over again. You cum so hard on his tongue that he keeps you dumb. He eats you like a man who is starved. He indulges in the twitch of your thighs, the whine in your throat as you try to clutch him close just as hard as you try to push him away. You are torn apart by his rumbling growls and needy moans as he forces you to sink deeper and deeper into him.
He never loses control even tongue deep into your cunt because he is molding your pleasure into his. Each night he throws you off the edge until you are drunk on him and you are lost in this feeling until he is the only thing you knew.
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“You’re late, General.” The implication goes unsaid: a trip that usually lasted a day took three. The Grand Sage pushes aside the paperwork on his desk, face unreadable as he watches Cyno gently place you onto the soft cushions sitting on the opposite side of the room.
“I wasn’t aware I had a deadline.” Cyno’s voice is flat, but Alhaitham can see the way his hands linger on you before he turns to face him. Ever the professional, his face didn’t give anything away as he stood at attention, back straight and red eyes looking directly into aquamarine.
Alhaitham swept his gaze towards you, eyes scanning each inch of your exposed skin. You were left unmarked, as far as he could tell, only the soft flush across your cheeks from the sun, a soft whine leaving your lips as you shift yourself on the couch. Needy. You were always so needy even in your sleep.
“The report,” Alhaitham says, holding his hand out as he moves his gaze back to the man standing in front of him. “And the scroll.”
Cyno furrows his eyebrows, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as whatever this game continues. Even he couldn’t stop the deep sigh that released from his chest before responding. “Under my discretion, the securement of the scroll was of less importance than securing the target.”
Alhaitham stood, the chair screeching in protest as he slid himself back to stand on his feet. “Were those the orders I gave you? I thought better of you, General.” He steps around his desk, leaning against the corner with his arms crossed as he looks down at the shorter man with a scoff. “I never thought you would be the type of person to return empty handed.”
Cyno narrows his eyes and it takes everything in him to stand still, his fist clenching by his side as he takes one more deep breath. “I followed the scroll’s instructions, which judging from the seal, were your orders.”
Return her after you use her.
The sage nods with a ghost of a smile almost flitting across his face. He lazily waves his hand, gesturing towards you with a slight nod.
Cyno shifted in place, for once allowing a small sign of discomfort as he contemplated how to reply. “I tracked the target–” But Alhaitham immediately interrupted, a hand held up to stop him from speaking.
He pushes himself off the desk, striding across the room until he is kneeling before the couch. He traces a hand down your cheek, gripping your chin to jerk your face towards him.
You respond with a needy whine, brows furrowed but eyes remain firmly shut. Alhaitham can hear a quick intake of breath from the other man, but he pays it no mind as he trails his hand to grip your throat, a needier and higher whine cuts through the air as he jerks you up, seating you up against the back of the couch.
Your breath deepens, but it wasn’t enough to arouse you from your sleep. You lean your head forward into his hand, back arching into his touch as if you knew who was touching you. He grips your thigh, spreading your legs as he slots himself close, pulling your robes up until you are bare before him.
Here were the marks littering your thighs. Bruises that trailed up to your bare core, the outlines of fingerprints etched into your skin like a brand. He ghosts a touch against each mark, unable to resist the urge to lean forward to place a kiss against your mound as he feels his length harden beneath his pants, straining against the fabric as it screamed to feel you.
Instead, he pulls away, taking a seat next to you as he grabs your chin again to turn your face to his. “I require a thorough execution of the report,” he says, not taking his eyes off of your face even as he uses his other hand to push your knee open.
Cyno closes his eyes and gulps down a deep breath before he sinks to his knees with a content sigh. He slots himself into the handprints bruised into your skin, perfectly engulfing the meat of your thigh as he leans forward to swipe a tongue down the length of your slit.
You whine even louder now, hips jerking in surprise, but he pins you down as he devours you. Alhaitham watches as your eyes flutter open, face going limp in his hands as you tearily peer at your lover's face.
“Alhaitham,” you whine, flailing your hands until you knock Cyno’s headpiece off in your desperate attempt to hold onto anything. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, the familiar feeling causing you to cry even louder as you try to buck yourself into his mouth. “Inside,” you cry, “I need it inside.”
He captures your lips into a deep kiss, swallowing your cries as he tightens his grip on your throat. “Needy girl,” he grunts into your mouth. “Is the General Mahamatra not enough for you?”
Cyno is drunk on the taste of you, not even noticing his title as he buries his face into your cunt. He never tires of the taste of you, swallowing your slick as he presses his tongue against your clit. The wet sounds of your pussy echo through the room, almost as loud as the muffled begging you try to breathe into the Grand Sage’s mouth.
You shake your head despite Alhaitham’s hold on you. “Inside,” you cry again. “I need it inside me. I can’t take it anymore, please. ”
Cyno takes this opportunity to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside of you, already knowing how well your pussy can take him. He moans in satisfaction when you jerk out of Alhaitham’s hold to let out a wail, legs thrashing against his shoulders as you try to thrust yourself deeper on his fingers.
You sob a long endless stream of please, the ache deep inside of you not satiated by fingers alone. Alhaitham looks at you with lidded eyes, licks the tears off your cheek as he finally drags his gaze down to the man devouring you.
You tremble, the pleasure building deep inside you as you desperately ground into his face, but it was Alhaitham’s name you cry, hands shakily grasping the front of his robe as you bury your face into his neck. “I can’t cum anymore without your cock, please.”
Despite your words, everything releases into Cyno’s mouth, every inch of you trashing against the men’s hold on you, but they easily keep you in place as wave after wave of pleasure crash through your consciousness.
“You didn't fuck her?” Alhaitham asks, but he doesn’t respond, only continues to suck onto your clit in time with each thrust of his fingers, the pleasure edging into overstimulated pain as you try to push his face away, but your strength was no match for him.
Alhaitham releases you to grab onto his hair, pulling the man up by the roots as he rips his face away to face him. He narrows his eyes, looking at Cyno’s wrecked face, eyes half lidded in a daze as juices drip down his chin as. He lazily slips his fingers out of you with a sigh, smearing your juices against your thigh as he steadies himself on you.
A smirk flits across his face even as his cock throbs in his pants, screaming for attention as he edged himself for the past few days to get drunk on your taste. “That would be giving her what she wants,” he says, flicking his tongue across his lips to swipe one last taste of you.
Alhaitham releases his hold, letting Cyno collapse back into your lap as turns your face to him once more. He hums at your cries, leaning down to pull you into a soft kiss. He speaks in a soft voice, cradling your cheek in his hand. “We’ll give you what you want.”
Cyno felt like he was watching something he shouldn’t have, the look in the scholar’s eyes softer than anything he’s ever seen. He instead presses a light kiss against your thigh, leaning himself back to create some distance as if that would make him feel less intrusive at the moment.
“You still have a job to finish,” Alhaitham says, pushing back on the cushions, raising up to look down at the man with the indifference he was used to seeing.
Cyno quirks an eyebrow, swipes a hand across his face to wipe away the slick still dripping from his chin. For as long as he lived, he didn’t think he would ever be able to get rid of the taste of you from his lips now.
“Don’t tell me you still can’t follow such simple instructions, General,” Alhaitham says with a leer, slipping his robe from his shoulder, eyes flickering to you as you sunk deeper into the couch, trying to catch your breath during this moment of reprieve.
“I thought this was punishment,” Cyno replies, but he begins to shed his clothes regardless, his sporadic movements betraying his need as he all but rips off his belt. His cock laid heavy between his legs, precum leaking out of the tip as he pumped himself with his hand covered in your slick.
Alhaitham jerks his head towards the empty space he vacated, narrowing his eyes at the general until the man followed his silent instruction. The moment Cyno settled himself into the cushions, you swung your legs over his lap, crashing your lips into his in a needy kiss.
Cyno grunted in surprise but took hold of your hips to grind his hardness against your wetness. You whined as his head bumped against your clit, throbbing with need as you ached to finally feel him inside of you.
Neither of you noticed as Alhaitham took a hold of your waist, pushing you to grind even harder against the man underneath you. You pull away from the kiss to moan, desperately humping your hips like a dog in heat.
Cyno couldn’t hold in the hiss as Alhaitham reached down to take a firm hold on his cock, lining him up with your slit as he pushes you down with one firm thrust.
You finally finally call out Cyno’s name as he is buried deep inside of you, sobbing in the pleasure of finally getting filled. You immediately bounce yourself on his lap, Alhaitham’s grip on your waist guiding your movements to rise and fall on his dick.
You were so wet, walls suckling in Cyno’s cock as you threw his head back with a loud moan. All he could do was take a hold of your thighs, erratically thrusting into your warmth as you moved. He’s been edging himself for too long, too drunk on your taste and pleasure that he couldn’t hold it in even if he tried.
It came with no warning, no build up. He shouts your name as he cums deep inside of your cunt in just a few thrusts. Alhaitham scoffs at him in a mocking tone, pushing you forwards until your face is buried into Cyno’s neck.
You are only empty for a moment before you are filled again, Alhaitham immediately setting a hard and fast pace as he slams himself inside of you. You cry in relief, sobbing in pleasure as your bite down on Cyno’s neck, clawing at his shoulders as the only thing you could do was hold on as you were fucked within every inch of your life.
It doesn’t take you long to cum, your cries muffled as your body shakes and thrashes. Alhaitham doesn’t linger, doesn’t hold himself inside of you to feel your tremors as you cum, doesn’t run a hand down your back or kiss you like he usually does. Instead, he pulls out, fingers thrusting into you as you cum, grinding into the one spot that makes you feel stars as you scream until your voice feels hoarse.
Cyno watches your face as you cum, feeling himself get hard again as he watches you lose yourself in the pleasure. He never gets to see you this close, never gets to see the look on your face as you cum. He’s only ever tasted your pleasure, and he isn’t sure which one he prefers.
You collapse onto Cyno, softly crying into his shoulder as you three collectively try to catch your breath. Alhaitham wasn’t finished though, far from it, as he pulled your face back, thrusting his fingers into your mouth. You sloppily suck, tasting the collective juices covering his hand. You taste Cyno on him. You taste yourself on him.
“Make sure to get it nice and wet,” he says, pushing deep enough to make you gag.
“Need your cum,” you gasp. Cyno watches with wide eyes, seeing the blissed out look on your face as you choke and moan, unconsciously grinding yourself against his growing erection as you were used by Alhaitham.
“Done already, General?” Alhaitham mocks, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. Cyno narrows his eyes to glare at the Grand Sage, his anger and annoyance bristling at the challenge.
You moan again as he traces his wet fingers against the rim of your ass, pushing in only an inch before popping himself out again. You cry, grinding yourself even deeper into Cyno’s lap, shaking your head as the feeling becomes too much for you the deeper he sinks into you.
Cyno takes this chance to rub the head of his cock against your slick, slipping himself inside to slowly thrust himself as he can finally go at his own pace. He fucked you deep and slow, grunting at how wet and tight you still were, panting at the feeling of your walls sucking him in.
He wasn’t ready for the feeling of Alhaitham sliding into you as well, your scream like nothing he’s ever heard before as the man slowly fucks himself into your ass.
You feel full. So full. More full than you’ve ever felt before.
They were almost too much, their thick cocks both impaling you, both thrusting at their own pace, the uneven feeling driving you even more mad. All you could do was limply lay in their arms as they took you, used you as they liked.
They take you again and again, filling every inch of you. They take you until your pleasure turns to pain and they do it again anyways.