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You’re visiting Spider’s bunker on your day off.
Your clanmates were off on their third raid of the week, and you’d opted to sleep in rather than get shot at by Vex fifty times over. Well, that and the fact that you had promised to play various card games with Spider, Variks and Misraaks.
You weren’t sure how you got roped into their monthly game night, or why they had one to start, but you weren’t complaining. You’d always had a certain attraction to the three of them and any reason to spend a day uninterrupted by the Vanguard, patrols or your clanmates was good enough for you.
Why should the reasons matter anyway? Everyone needs a destresser once in a while.
Which is precisely why you’re currently sitting between Misraaks and Variks, betting three gambit matches worth of glimmer because your hand is really good. You were well into the afternoon, taunting the evening with a belly full of alcohol and snacks. One of the perks of playing at Spider’s place was that he always had snacks.
“Hah! I finally beat you!” you declare, slamming your cards down on the table and smirking at Spider.
“Overconfident tonight?” Spider chuckles, tossing his cards onto the table.
You sit back with a deflated sigh.
“Oh come on! You’re cheating.”
“We’ve established that I’m not,” Spider dismisses, showing you that he doesn’t have sleeves to stick cards up or an inventory to hide them in.
“Variks is going to get more drinks!” Variks declares, standing up from his seat abruptly.
“Variks, we’ve told you you can just say ‘I’m going to get more drinks’,” Misraaks reminds him gently, reiterating a point the three of you had been trying to teach him for quite some time.
Variks doesn’t wait to acknowledge him, rather promptly exiting the room while leaning heavily on his cane. Your fingers itch to go after him and check if he’s okay. He never leant that hard, even with the sway of alcohol. You should know as you were in charge of getting him back to Europa most nights.
“Should I go check on him?” you ask, turning back to the other two.
“I feel as if it would be easier if I did. Stay here,” Misraaks says, already standing up from the table.
“You don’t have to - I won’t make the Kell of Kells do extra work,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at him.
“Don’t call me that, we’re friends. We don’t need formalities,” Misraaks reminds you, giving your shoulder a playful shove as he walks past you.
“Whatever you say oh great Kell of Kells,” you laugh as he walks off. Leaving you alone with the Spider.
“I’m hurt. You’re so eager to leave me alone and check on Variks,” Spider chuckles, grinning at you with sharp teeth and lidded eyes. He almost looks hungry, and oh Traveller, you wish he looked at you like this every day.
“Oh relax, he looked hurt. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t sick,” you laugh, trying to lighten the tension as a small flicker of flame forms in your gut.
“I’m hurt too, but I don’t see you kissing my wounds,” Spider says, gesturing to the white bandages of his lower arm.
“Hey, I didn’t shoot you. Besides, I’d have to get on your lap to reach that. You’re too tall standing up,” you point out. It was getting really hard not to blush at his words. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system. Maybe you were really just down bad for the three of them.
“I wouldn’t mind having you on my lap,” he purs leaning forwards with a wide grin.
You swallow harshly when one of his clawed fingers rests on the soft underside of your jaw. Tipping your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes hold steady, staring into the cyan blue pools as you try not to focus on the fact he could slit your throat or pick you up on a whim.
“Spider, stop being weird and tell them why the three of us are unusual tonight,” Misraaks sighs, returning to the room with Variks leaning against him. Your eyes go a little wide at the site of the older eliksni draped across Misraak’s side and rubbing his face against his neck.
Spider huffs, sitting back on his throne and drawing back his hand.
“Why do I have to be the one to do it?”
“Because you’re being the weirdest towards them. Variks and I at least understand boundaries,” Misraaks huffs, letting Variks sit down before he sits back in his own chair.
“I do understand boundaries. They didn’t protest or push me away. Therefore I didn’t violate any boundaries,” Spider defends himself, crossing his arms.
“Wait - hold on - can we back up a second? What’s wrong with the three of you?” you ask, cutting into the conversation. Very much lost and unwilling to elaborate as to why you didn’t push away Spider.
“They are being childish. Ignore them, it is hormonal. Eliksni have… hormonal cycles. Once every few months we feel the need to lay our eggs. Unfortunately, those cycles have been notorious for being untrackable since we left our homeworld due to different ether quantities. So, the three of us are…” Variks attempts to explain, his voice trailing off with a series of hand gestures.
“So the three of you are in heat?” you finish for him.
“Embarrassingly so,” Spider grumbles from his throne.
“Do you want me to leave? Can I help? Like escort you to Europa or the Tower if you need,” you offer, quickly adding the second part so it didn’t sound like you were taking advantage of something vulnerable.
“You’re free to stay, but we have… an arrangement,” Misraaks admits nervously, playing with his hands.
You glance at all three of them for a moment before it clicks in your mind.
“Oh… Oh. Oh! I wasn’t aware - so the three of you - this is awkward. Should I go?”
“As Misraaks said: you’re free to stay. I’m sure Variks wouldn’t mind some help,” Spider chuckles, gesturing to the older vandal whose currently sitting with his knees to his chest.
“Really? I don’t want to make games awkward in the future. Does staying involve…?”
“Sex? Yes. Staying involves sex,” Variks clarifies, staring directly at the table.
“Is he okay?” you ask quietly, processing the fact you’d just been propositioned by the three of them.
“Heats affect us in many ways. He’ll be fine with a few eggs in him,” Spider dismisses, cleaning up the cards from the table.
Variks makes a noise that sounds relatively close to a protest for his dignity.
“Before we go further, will you be staying, and if so is there anything you don’t want us to do?” Misraaks says, pausing from setting aside the snacks to address you.
“I - since you’re fine with me joining, I’m going to. As for boundaries, uh, just don’t do anything that could kill me. Other than that nothing comes to mind.”
“Prefered position?” Spider asks idly as he drops the cards into a compartment on his throne.
“I’m good with anything,” you shrug, eyeing Variks as he’s still curled in on himself.
Spider simply grins at you as he picks up Variks while Misraaks collapses the table and sets it aside. You watch as he spreads Variks across his lap, working to undo straps and tug down his pants as Varik’s lower hands shake. He’s dangerously close to teetering off of Spider’s lap from the way he’s shaking that you step forwards, allowing him to place his secondaries on your shoulders to balance himself.
“Thank you,” he sighs, curling closer to you as Spider tugs off his grieves and hangs them in a nearby net.
You hum in response, tugging the banner around his waist to rest across one of his thighs. Your fingertips are met with something soft and dripping, bumped along the edges with a flared head. It’s more tentacle-like than phallic-shaped, curling into your hand.
Spider chuckles as he tugs Variks back, allowing you to take a step forward and put your knee between his legs so you’re halfway on his throne. Variks grips your shoulders, letting out a needy whine as he sinks down flush with Spider’s lap. One of Spider’s secondary hands wraps around his stomach as his aedeagus twitches in your hand.
Suddenly, you’re lifted by your hips until you’re straddling across Spider’s lap, Misraaks pressed against your back. You’re quick to transmat your grieves away to avoid them getting ripped or sticky from what’s about to happen. Misraaks doesn’t comment, but you can feel the curve of his aedeagus resting against your groin.
“I have heard that guardians need to be prepared before participating in sexual acts. Do you need me to do that?” Misraaks asks politely, paying little mind to the way Variks is rolling his hips against Spider while using you for support.
“No, I’m an Exo. Our bodies sort of do it for us,” you explain awkwardly, rubbing your thumb over Variks’ tip.
Misraaks doesn’t verbally respond. Instead, he drags his claws across your thighs, playing against the decorative plating before pulling back far enough to push into you. You curve your back along his chest, resting your head on his shoulder as you let out a long, breathless curse. The bumps slide alongside your walls perfectly, stimulating the censors strategically placed in Exos for extra sensitivity.
You’re fairly certain you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow, but it’s a small price to pay to have fun tonight.
Misraaks showers you in attention before even budging his hips, letting you get used to the feeling of his aedeagus in you as he carefully plays with your sex.
Spider, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to possess the same amount of patience. He grips Varik’s hips, shifting just enough in his throne to thrust into him. Almost displacing you, had it not been for Misraaks at your back and his secondaries holding your thighs. Variks doesn’t seem to mind, his mouth practically hanging open as he chitters and moans against your shoulder, bucking his hips into your hands and grinding them against the Spider.
“Misraaks, you’re killing me. Move,” you pant, grinding your hips back against him to try and encourage him.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” Misraaks worries, fingers stilling.
Spider barks in laughter:
“It’s a little too late for that considering the fact they’re gonna be filled with your eggs.”
Your face goes tomato red at his vulgarity and the thought of being stuffed. You want to know the feeling badly, grinding your hips back against Misraaks in desperation.
“Misraaks, please,” you whine, stretching out his name in hopes he finally caves.
And cave he does. He grips at your hips, setting an almost primal pace as he fucks into you roughly. His hands remain on your sex, rubbing it and working it as he shows you just why a partner with two sets of hands can be so beneficial. You’re loving every minute of it.
The throne rocks from the force of both him and Spider, swaying and almost knocking Misraaks on his feet in the process. Luckily, he holds steady, Spider grabbing a few of the wires and stilling the throne the best he can. Variks grips at you through your armour, rutting his hips into your hand almost pleadingly.
You don’t need words to know what he wants. Carefully you shift your hips back enough to not disturb Misraaks but also allow yourself to push the head of Variks’ aedeagus into your already stretched body. Thankfully Exos are the more durable of the three guardian races, allowing you to only find pleasure in the stretch.
Variks curses against your neck, claws digging into your skin as he shakes further. There’s a string of “thank you’s” that leave his mouth as he rocks his hips back and forth between you and Spider.
“Someone likes the idea of being bred,” Spider chuckles. You’re slowly finding he’s the more vocal of the three.
“Something wrong with that?” you challenge, a bit defiantly.
“No, it simply makes me regret not pulling you onto my lap instead. I’ve always wanted to know what a guardian felt like,” Spider says, still holding you on his lap.
“Maybe next time,” you say without thinking.
“Maybe,” he chuckles, causing your chest to flutter at the possibility that there’d be a “next time”.
Misraaks is quick to steal your attention away from Spider by pushing you forwards until both he and Variks are seated fully within you. You groan at the sensation of the force from Spider’s thrusts pushing Variks further into you, rubbing his ceratin plating against your sensitive sex. Misraak places a hand on your stomach, rubbing against the two aedeagi seated inside you as he continues his former pace. Variks is simply a mess, rutting into you in a desperate, needy way as Spider fucks him from behind.
The throne creaks so much you’re worried that one of his associates might come in to check on the four of you, but thankfully you’re left pleasantly alone to ride and rut. It’s like tasting heaven, stars in the corners of your eyes as you draw closer and closer to climax. Misraaks never once falters in his steady ministrations of rubbing your sex. Which wasn’t helping your case.
“Misraaks, you’re gonna have to stop or I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, gripping his wrist.
“That’s the point, guardian,” he says, making no move to stop. “It’s alright. I’m waiting on you.”
Something about the idea that Misraaks is waiting for you to finish first drives your brain up a wall. You shiver, rutting into his hand as give yourself over to pleasure. You cum in his hands, Misraaks pushing his hips flush with yours until you’re nearly leaning on Variks as Spider calms down and grips his hips.
Misraaks pants against your neck, holding you upright as you’re slowly stretched further. Three eggs are laid in your gut, stretching your body to being semi-transparent. He rolls his fingers across your stomach, warbling as he watches them shift. Your hands grip at the arms of Spider’s chairs as Variks gasps in front of you, his lower hands going to his stomach as well. Within you, his aedeagus twitches before two more eggs join the ones already in your stomach, stretching you further.
Behind you, Misraaks climbs onto Spider’s throne, slumping against your back, rightfully tired. Variks simply slumps backwards, allowing you to lay across his chest and onto a somewhat tolerating Spider.
“Fuck… do you guys do this every time?” you finally ask when you’re able to catch your breath.
“Our cycles don’t usually sync up together, but yes,” Variks answers, hands rubbing over his stomach.
“You’re welcome to join us next time too,” Misraaks purrs, rubbing his face against your neck.