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Sometimes, all it took was a question.
“Say, Gerik… what’s the most number of guys you’ve ever had at once?”
And that was how Gerik, the leader of Gerik’s Mercenaries, found himself getting fucked by three guys at the same time.
The green-haired mercenary was already naked. He wore clothes at one point, long gone. He had shimmed down to his jockstrap at an earlier point. He had been sceptical of it at first, until someone (he wouldn’t say who to anyone who asked. Gerik was, if nothing else, discreet when desired.) pointed out it accentuated his ass just perfectly. And, to their credit, they were right. To quote one of them currently ravishing his body, “Well fuck, if I had to die now, those jiggling cheeks would be my first peek at heaven.”
Not exactly a poet, but Gerik did love complients about his ass.
At any rate, that jockstrap (a lovely burgundy, to match his headband) was also gone now, hurriedly chucked into a corner with the rest of his clothes once the trio of men’s lust and impatience had gotten too much. Now he only had his headband on, groaning around the thick, stiff dick in his mouth, while bouncing on an equally fat shaft.
“How’s his ass, babe?” Garcia moaned, keeping a firm touch on Gerik’s head as he thrust into the willing mercenary’s mouth.
“Nnngh… good gods, it’s just as tight as ever. How do you do it, Gerik?” Gilliam huffed, almost content to let Gerik bounce on his member without doing much in return.
Gerik let the throbbing dick in his mouth out of his mouth with a satisfying pop!, a thin strand of saliva connecting its tip back to its owner’s mouth. “T-trade secret.” He panted out, his senses going haywire. It was hard to concentrate, as the third member of their current orgy was busy groping his firm pecs, giving his nipples a tight pinch and squeeze every now and then. Usually, somehow, perfectly timed just as Gilliam gave a perfectly hard thrust upwards. Gerik would almost find it coincidental if he hadn’t caught Gilliam’s grin grow wider and giving a wink to the man behind him when it happened once and Gerik nearly lost his composure.
Gilliam and Garcia were the most adorable couple Gerik had ever had the fortune of knowing. Over time since the two of them had gotten together, he had caught them getting softer and more romantic during quieter times. A single-stemmed flower tucked in one of their supplies. Furtive kisses in the light of dawn while most people were still asleep. He could have sworn he even saw Garcia blush crimson red upon reading a letter Giiliam had sent (he never did say if it was sweet or lurid).
Though of course, the two had their very, very saucy moments. A gentle ass smack here. A heavy make-out session behind one of the tents when most of the men had gone to the baths. And at some point, they had invited Gerik to join them occasionally for some fun.
And, if Gerik could say so himself, the two of them were near insatiable when it came to hot, sweaty sex. Then again, Gerik also prided himself on his stamina. And his love for cock.
So it was when that question was posed to him, that he furrowed his brow, got a devilish grin on his face, and contacted someone he thought might be willing to join him and the couple for an especially spicy encounter.
“Alright Gilly, how about you join me down here?” Garcia licked his lips, his hands greedily groping and spreading Gerik’s ass. “Let’s let our friend there have a turn at that mouth.”
Gilliam chuckled, moving around Gerik. As he started to feel the second shaft poking at his entrance, distracting him, the hands around his chest withdrew and he found himself face to, uh, head with one of the most delicious looking dicks he had encountered. And Gerik had seen a lot of them.
“Don’t worry lad, you’ve got plenty to focus on while they work their way in.” Duessel rumbled.
The Obsidian. Duessel was a late addition to their ranks during the war. The General of Grado had proven to be a stalwart ally, sweeping through his former allies like a hurricane, though with a tinge of regret that reminded people that he was still human. It made him approachable when his stern visage and direct words would seem as stony as his moniker.
Eventually, after Gerik wore him down, it turned out he was a really hot lay.
Duessel tugged on Gerik’s hair, recentering him onto his shaft peeking out from his pants. Unlike Gerik and Garcia, he hadn’t fully divested himself of his usual armour. It definitely did add to the atmosphere though, and he looked really sexy in it. Gerik had only managed to fully strip him once, and Duessel had rewarded him with a sore throat and a limp that only went down after two days and a stern scolding from Tethys to “stop taking on more than you can handle, Chief.”
In his defence, it was worth it.
The thick, heavy shaft slipped its way into Gerik’s throat, causing him to moan around it. Duessel gave a soft grunt, tugging Gerik’s hair in small, calculated fashion to either encourage him to take more or hold it in place so he could give a small thrust. When they first started having sex, the Obsidian was a man of very precise movements, all his movements purposeful. And Gerik, in his hazy, lust-addled mind, recognized that he was doing it to distract him from that second shaft joining Garcia’s between his cheeks, making him feel almost uncomfortably full.
Over time though, Gerik had worn him down. Made him feel relaxed enough that he could let loose. Well, relatively speaking. Duessel did end up speaking more words than grunts and huffs.
“You like that, slut?” Duessel hissed, breaking a bit of self-control as he pulled Gerik’s head off his shaft, the mercenary panting. It was only recently that the green-haired man discovered that Duessel liked a bit of dirty talk. It was hot.
“Yes sir,” he whined softly, looking at the dick hungrily, waiting for permission to resume his blowjob. Behind him, he heard Gilliam chuckle and Garcia let out a low whistle, this side of Duessel new to them.
“What are you?” Duessel said impassively, holding his head in place. If not for the slight twitch in both his eyebrow (not that he was looking at his face) and his angrily twitching dick, one would assume he was bored. But oh no. Gerik had learned that Duessel very much liked having sex as all three of the other men.
“A slut.” He panted. When Duessel still didn’t move, it just spurred him on to keep going. “A cock hungry slut! Please give me that dick.” He pleaded, daring to look up at the silver fox keeping him from his bounty.
“Seven hells,” he heard Gilliam curse behind him. “That’s hot.”
“You got that right,” Garcia said in awe. “We’re going to have to try that sometime.”
He could practically hear the smile in Gilliam’s next words. “What babe, getting Gerik to debase him like a whore, or having Duessel getting us like Gerik here.”
Garcia let out a hearty laugh, just as Gerik felt the head of Gilliam’s dick slip through his ring. “Why not both?”
Duessel let out a rumble that Gerik, with his keen senses and familiarity with the man, could interpret as embarrassed, like he had only just remembered that he had an audience. As if to make up for it, he shoved his dick back inside Gerik’s open mouth, just muttering a “Good lad.”
And there it went. Gerik was wonderfully, gloriously full, two dicks in his ass from the hottest couple he had ever had the pleasure of meeting carnally, a fat, juicy shaft in his mouth, drooling giddily around it as the three men had their way with him.
Garcia was the first to unload, having had the longest uninterrupted time dicking Gerik down. Gerik was next, then Gilliam, and he felt the twin loads in him almost start to leak out, dripping down the shafts half-buried in him. It was only when Duessel started to thrust a little more erratically in his mouth soon after that he knew the man was also close to completion. And then he felt himself getting pulled off the shaft.
Gerik had learned that Duessel really liked painting his face with his seed (and accidentally a bit on his headband, he would have to get that washed). And to be honest, he liked it when Duessel painted his face with his seed (less so his headband).
Later on, as Gerik laid in the afterglow, the three men showering him with aftercare, soft kisses and cloths soaked in warm water, he smiled, watching them softly talk to each other. He could almost see in the corner of his eye Gilliam steal a glance at Duessel’s shaft, sizable while soft, and he chuckled to himself.
He suspected this would not be their first encounter all together. And he was looking forward to the next one already.