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In spite of everything that had happened to him over the years, Rean Schwarzer was, in the main, not an overly suspicious person. He had instincts, of course, and a degree of caution born of long combat experience, but in terms of trust he was lenient to a frankly insane degree. Even now, struck down by the blight of the Curse of Erebonia and nominated as the Sacrifice, with bright silver hair and gleaming red eyes, his modest and kind personality remained intact; no matter what anyone did, no matter how bad things got, Rean was always ready to believe the best in people.

Except for right now. Right now, Rean was suspicious as all hell. His concerns were specific and clear, and it had Rean deeply, deeply paranoid.

Alisa Reinford and Crow Armbrust were talking, and Rean did not feel safe.

On the face of it, two of his closest comrades talking shouldn’t have been a cause for concern. It wasn’t that they usually disliked each other or anything; on the contrary, despite the possible tension of their mutual interest in Rean, Alisa and Crow seemed to hold no ill will towards each other. They’d gotten along perfectly fine while they’d been in the original Class VII together, albeit not especially closely, and Crow had had some well-considered and meaningful words of advice on his deathbed that the blonde had greatly appreciated. Since his return to the fold, Alisa had been no less welcoming or trusting of the reformed Azure Siegfried than anyone else, in keeping with her generally kind and sweet nature. That said, while they got along, they weren’t close.

But in the last few days, they’d been talking, and Rean didn’t like it. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were talking about him, and quite intently too, given the way both of them had their eyes flicking over to him when they thought he wouldn’t notice.

He trusted them both implicitly, of course; there was no way they intended to harm him. Alisa had a heart as golden as her hair; a sweet and pleasant girl who, once she’d worked through some of her initial spikiness and short temper, Rean had come to truly love with everything he had. And Crow, for his part, was…well, Crow. Sure, he was frustrating, overly pessimistic and way too willing to sacrifice himself, and had tried to outright kill Rean on multiple occasions, but the Ashen Chevalier could never quite bring himself to hold it against the other man. Love did strange things to judgement.

No, he wasn’t anticipating some kind of threat from the two of them. It wasn’t that kind of paranoia. The two of them had just been acting weird for days now. Crow behaving oddly to get a rise out of Rean was one thing, and broadly expected at this stage, but Alisa seemed to have been in on it too. They’d both been overly affectionate with him, even more so than normal – Alisa constantly sitting even closer to him, Crow’s hands lingering on his shoulders for that bit too long, one or the other of them constantly bumping into him, or being near him, or touching his arms or thighs.

Rean had no doubt whatsoever that the two of them had been planning something – for a high-flying businesswoman and a former terrorist, neither Alisa nor Crow were anywhere near as subtle as they thought they were. What he didn’t know was what they were planning – between the constant small chats they were having, and the sudden barrage of even more overt physical affection than normal, they were doubtlessly trying to soften him up for something.

Personally, Rean suspected they were building to some kind of joint intervention. Probably over how self-sacrificing they thought he was being, or his recklessness in battle, or his general expectation to not live past the end of the war. Just the idea of being confronted on it made him wince; he’d already had Laura take him to task about that, even going as far to slam him up against a cave wall and-

Rean’s thought process was interrupted as he saw the two objects of his affection/suspicion suddenly enter the room; Crow first, with Alisa just behind. They looked around the restaurant of the Courageous II, laid eyes on Rean, and immediately made a beeline for him, their faces both set and looking remarkably businesslike.

Rean sighed. It was an intervention. Great.

“Hi guys!” he said brightly as they arrived at his table, plastering a smile onto his face as he looked up at them. They didn’t seem moved; Alisa, looking very short stood next to Crow even in her heels, gave her best attempt at a reassuring smile back, but it did nothing to calm him. If anything, the very slight dusting of red across her cheeks just made him even more curious/concerned. What on earth were they about to say?

“Rean.” Crow said, his face serious and almost stern. “Alisa and I have been talking, and we have something important we’d like to discuss with you.”

“Crooooww…” Alisa whined quietly, her face still threatening to blush.

“Uh, OK?” Rean said bemusedly, confused by the disparity in demeanour on display between the conspirators. He gestured them to sit down and they both did – Crow opposite Rean and Alisa next to him, neither saying a word. Alisa still looked mortified.

Rean frowned, the tension of the moment slowly draining and being replaced with bewilderment. He’d been expecting some form of confrontation, but this was just weird.

“Can I…help you both?” he ventured, his voice uncertain. “Something I can do for you?”

“I’m glad you asked, Rean. There is, in fact.” Crow said, his voice still theatrically matter-of-fact and businesslike even as his partner in crime sank deeper and deeper into embarrassment next to him in the continent’s least effective good cop/bad cop routine. “Alisa and I had some queries about your nature as the Great Twilight’s Sacrifice.”

Rean blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“Um, fire away? Although Emma or Celine would probably be able to tell you more about it than I could.”

Alisa squeaked, blinking rapidly. Crow grinned.

“Not about this, they couldn’t, dearest Rean. So…” Crow leaned forward, elbows on the table, his expression intent. “You know how you’re stronger now than you were? Faster? More aware, more powerful?”

“Yeah…” Rean said slowly, eyes narrowing as he tried to work out where his friend-enemy-lover-rival was going with this.

“I see…” Crow said, ostentatiously dragging it out, seemingly enjoying how confused and horrified he was making Rean and Alisa, respectively. He looked Rean dead in the eyes, a teasing sparkle in his eyes. “But if you’ve got that super-endurance on the battlefield…how about in bed?”

Rean blinked again.

What.

Then he started choking.

“What the hell?” he gasped out, face flushing and staring at Crow in disbelief. “Wha-why would you ask that?”

“I think it’s a valid question, Rean.” Crow said slyly, immensely enjoying the mortification of his two conversation partners. “Both the lovely Miss Reinford and I have a very…vested interest in how it’s all working down there. Don’t we, Alisa?”

Alisa buried her face in her hands, her cheeks now flaming as red as her eyes, letting out only a deep whine of embarrassment. But she didn’t say no.

“See, you heard the lady.” Crow said easily, patting Alisa on the arm even as she sank deeper and deeper into cringing despair. “So, out with it Rean. Got a bit more in you now that you’re the Sacrifice? Last longer, go harder, maybe more than once? Details, man. Gotta know ‘em.”

Rean’s eyes flicked to Alisa, anything to get away from Crow’s teasing, yet very insistent barrage of questioning, but it didn’t seem like the blonde was going to bail him out – she still had her hands over her face…but with a curious red eye peeking out from behind her fingers.

Rean internally sighed. This really hadn’t been how he’d expected this conversation to go.

“I don’t know.” he muttered, looking at the floor and refusing to meet either of their gazes. “Not really thought about it.”

“Bullshit.” Crow said easily, cutting Rean’s attempted escape before it had even begun. “You’ve been out of the Workshop for weeks now, and were in there for a month. Even if, in the best-case scenario, you did get your rocks off with the lovely Alisa here just before everything blew up,” – Alisa whimpered again as her sexual history was discussed so casually – “That’s still a good six weeks. There’s no way even a man like you would be able to just sit on it for that long without at least trying something – and I didn’t see anyone in the Workshop sneaking in to help you relieve some pressure.”

Rean squirmed in his seat, still not looking at either of his assailants.

“Musta done something.” Crow pushed again, not giving Rean a moment of reprieve as he pushed onwards. “Come on, out with it. Alisa’s hoping for an endurance boost. Her dream is more than once at a time…”

“I-I said no such thing!”

“…twice.” Rean said quietly, hoping his answer would be hidden under Alisa’s flustered protestation. As was traditional with Rean Schwarzer, he wasn’t so lucky.

“What was that?” Crow said teasingly, reaching out and cupping Rean’s chin, lifting his face towards himself and Alisa. “Come on, Rean. Use your words like a big boy.”

Rean sighed, squirming slightly under Crow’s touch. He never could resist it when Crow started touching him.

“…Alisa’s right…” he said slowly, eyes moving back and forth between the two loves of his life. “I…I can go twice, in one session. Without a break.”

“I…I really didn’t say that…” Alisa said feebly, but her protest was hollow; the blush on her cheeks and the almost starry look to her eyes said far more than her words did. Her small hands were trembling on the desk…the idea seemed to have really struck a nerve.  

Crow, on the other hand, seemed somewhat less awed.

“Well, that’s just unambitious,” he said casually, stroking Rean’s hand in a way he knew got his lover going. “The embodiment of the Great Twilight only managing one extra shot? I reckon between the two of us we could easily get you up to three or four. Right, Alisa?”

“S-sure.” Alisa said, her face still stricken but her eyes somewhat faraway and her tone a little dreamy. “Rean, what do you think?”

Rean narrowed his eyes again at them both. This was all moving way too quickly. “What do you mean, what do I think?”

Crow broke in, seemingly done with the timewasting. “Alisa and I want to have our wicked, wicked way with you and find out how many times we can get you to cum.”

Rean stared. And stared. And stared. He didn’t know what to think.

Then the images started flooding in, and he knew exactly what he was thinking about.

Rean immediately flushed as he frantically whipped his eyes away from the two of them, his brain helpfully throwing up a long, unbroken stream of imagination of just what that would look like. Crow had been right; it had seemed like such a long time for Rean since he and Alisa had snuck in that quick afternoon together at the Heimdallr Summer Festival, and nothing he’d tried since the Twilight had worked. Now, faced with the prospect of breaking that drought in the most explosive way possible, milked dry between Alisa’s soft curves and Crow’s strong pressure, drowning in their love…

Rean shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind of Alisa’s breasts and Crow’s muscles. It didn’t really work, but he quickly tried to look back at them – Alisa was looking anticipatory, and Crow immensely smug.

“Ooh he likes it I think he likes it.” Crow stage-whispered theatrically to Alisa. Rean couldn’t disagree – but he was never very good at allowing himself to have nice things, and soon his usual instincts towards self-denial and caution were swinging back into place, blocking him off. It was quite an appealing image…but he couldn’t.

Rean shook his head, making to stand up to leave. “Guys, I can’t. I don’t know if it’s appropr-”

“Rean, please.”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Crow who brought Rean’s escape to a juddering halt; instead it was the smaller, softer hand of Alisa Reinford who grabbed his own and held it tight. The girl looked up at Rean with her face pleading, red eyes big and shimmering. Rean came to a dead halt; Alisa was a proud and headstrong girl, nowhere near as prone to breaking out the puppy eyes as someone like Musse or Emma…but they were a powerful weapon once unleashed.

“Alisa…”

“Rean, please let us help you.” Alisa said softly, but firmly. Her expression might have been pleading but her tone was very much not; she knew exactly what Rean was doing and she was not letting him get away with it. At times like this Alisa really could be her mother’s daughter. “You need it, and we want to help you. Stop being so pointlessly stubborn and let us in!”

Rean hesitated. His instinct, as always, was to say no…but it did sound very tempting.

“Won’t it be weird for you?” he finally asked, flicking his eyes between both Alisa and Crow. “Seeing me with…you know, each other?”

“Nah, not really.” Crow said easily, flashing a cocky smile. “Honestly, I think it’ll be hot. Alisa’s pretty, you’re pretty, what’s not to like?”

“Don’t call me pretty…” Rean muttered, cheeks red, but his demeanour was softening; either Alisa or Crow on their own usually found it easy enough to change his mind, against them both he had no chance. Rean could already feel his lower body reacting to the idea of being with both Alisa and Crow…the images had burnt themselves into his brain and were making themselves quite at home. Try as he might to remain composed, Rean’s cock was stiffening and his doubts were fading…maybe it would be worth trying their crazy idea…

“Great!” Crow said brusquely before Rean could talk himself out of it again, rising quickly to his feet and clapping his hands together, suddenly all business. “Shall we get this started then? Because it seems you’re just as ready for this as we are.”

Rean nodded mutely, feeling Crow’s eyes linger on the visible bulge in his trousers.

“Great! To the Divine Knights! Alisa, you can ride with Rean. Being all up close and personal with you dressed like that should get him all tense and ready.”

“OK, I – hey wait a second! What do you mean, ‘dressed like that’!? Get back here!”

Naturally, they hadn’t actually made it all the way to a bedroom before Rean’s patience ran out.

He’d made it most of the way. The three of them had boarded Valimar and Ordine, descended from the Courageous II to a quiet, out-of-the-way place on the surface (they were not going to be fucking on board the airship – no matter how big the ship was, they were sure they’d end up being ‘accidentally’ interrupted by Musse), and slipped inside. Alisa had entered the bedroom first, and the boys had made to follow her…until Rean suddenly had Crow pressed against the wall, and was kissing him hard.

After a brief moment of surprise, Crow began to push back, the two silver-haired young men pressing together and melting into an embrace. Rean’s arms slipped around Crow’s shoulders as he dove deeper and deeper, his tongue seeking access to Crow’s mouth and being immediately granted, even as the other man’s hands sneaked around and grabbed at his ass.

“Mmm, hungry huh?” Crow murmured smugly as they finally broke apart for air. “Someone seems to have come around to our proposal.”

Were Rean in any less heated of a state of mind, he’d have been embarrassed by Crow’s teasing. As it was, he was in no condition to even notice it – Crow’s theory that sitting with Alisa (and her outfit) for so long in a confined space had done nothing for his composure.

“Want you…” Rean panted, his face red and breath short. “Want you both, so bad…”

“Aww Rean, you should have said.” Crow said warmly, his hands giving Rean’s perky ass another hard squeeze that had the shorter man squirming. “We could have been doing this together for years. Would have livened up our Thors days no end…”

“Might have been interrupted by the whole ‘you starting a civil war’ thing though, Crow.”

The pair of them pulled apart slightly and looked around, as the playful feminine voice cut across them. Decidedly unlike Rean, Alisa had used the flight down to the ground to actually get her head together, and she was watching the two men kiss with a smile playing about her lips. The heiress had slipped off her jacket and the tight white skirt, leaving her leaning against the doorway in nothing but a half-unzipped minidress and white thigh-highs. She made for quite the tantalising sight, and Rean couldn’t help but fixate on the deepening reveal of her cleavage as the zipper strained to contain the front of her dress, until Crow’s laugh snapped him back to attention.

“Well, maybe just a bit. But we’re here now, so…”

Without saying another word Crow made his move; sweeping the dazed Rean around in a sudden burst of motion, grabbing the younger man by the arms and reversing their position so suddenly it was Rean against the wall, and Crow looming over him.

Rean blinked in surprise, but his mouth was already pursing, preparing for another kiss. One Crow duly gave.

Their second kiss was more aggressive, Crow’s own libido beginning to warm up to match Rean’s neediness. His hands were running across the Ashen Chevalier’s arms and back as he pinned him in place, Rean mewling into Crow’s mouth as the older man took command. Rean’s hands were splayed against the wall as Crow took him, until they finally broke apart, leaving him breathless and trembling, eyes blown out with lust.

“Oh wow.” Alisa said, her voice slightly shaky and her eyes wide. “I, uh…should we get back on track, or…”

Crow laughed again, pointedly grinding his hips against the noticeable bulge in Rean’s trousers and forcing the Ashen Chevalier into another long, helpless moan. “I wouldn’t worry about that, Miss Reinford. I’d say we’re on exactly the right track.”

Rean’s coat hit the floor moments later as Crow easily slipped it off his shoulders, and the older man immediately pushed back in again, pushing his hands up and inside Rean’s shirt, stroking and rubbing at the tense muscle beneath. Rean moaned again, eyes fluttering as Crow steadily undressed him, deftly undoing the buttons and easing his shirt off, before getting to work on his belt and trousers. Those didn’t last long either and soon Rean was entirely naked save for his underwear, helpless before his two lovers, both of whom were shamelessly eyefucking him as they apprised themselves of his condition.

“You’re a little skinnier than before.” Alisa said absently, gazing at Rean’s abs and chest, her thighs shifting together slightly. “You shouldn’t let yourself waste away.”

Rean squirmed under her gaze, both rebuking and adoring, but Crow didn’t seem to be in a mood to rescue him; he held his gaze firmly, hands still resting at the curve of Rean’s waist. “I agree with Alisa, Rean. You need to take better care of yourself.”

The three of them held still for a moment, Alisa and Crow seemingly waiting to see if Rean was going to internalise their plea…before the latter let out another bark of laughter and planted a sloppy kiss right on Rean’s forehead, neatly breaking the tension. “Right, that’s the life lessons done, let’s get on with the fun stuff.”

Without another word Crow pressed himself forward into Rean again, the shorter man’s back pushing into the wall as Crow’s hand came up, fondling at Rean’s clothed crotch. Ideally they would have waited until they were at least on a bed…but Rean’s red eyes were darkened with lust, and Crow was hardly going to deny him. His eyes remained locked on Rean’s as he slipped his hands under his waistband and wrapped a hand around Rean’s cock directly; Rean nearly melted with a low moan as Crow gently began to work his hand back and forth, teasing more and more blood into the stiffening shaft.

“Oh my…” Alisa murmured lowly, her hands twitching impulsively towards her crotch as she watched the man she loved be pleasured so completely. She wanted so badly to be involved…but it wasn’t her turn. She would have to wait to play her part.

Crow had shrugged his coat off and was sinking to his knees, locking eyes with Rean the entire time as he pressed his lips against Rean’s underwear, setting against the Ashen Chevalier with incredible feeling but denying him any outright pleasure. Rean was as hard as a rock now, but Crow was determined to string him along; his lips and tongue were all over the fabric, teasing at Rean’s cock but refusing to go any further, until he eventually snapped, slamming his hand into the wall behind him with a muted cry.

“Crow, please!” Rean begged, his legs trembling slightly as Crow tormented him. His face was red, his expression desperate; he’d come this far, he needed Crow to finish him. “Or Alisa, someone, anyone…”

Fortunately, it seemed Crow was feeling merciful.

“Alright, alright, greedy boy…” he chastised, grinning broadly, before slipping Rean’s underwear down completely and letting his rock-hard cock swing free. Rean was hard and leaking now, precum dripping from the straining head in front of Crow’s eyes, and the former terrorist chuckled slightly at the sight. “Man, it really has been a long time for you, hasn’t it?”

Rean moaned wordlessly at the feel of Crow’s hot breath on his cock, but before he could beg any more Crow was moving again, taking the head of his cock in his mouth and swirling his tongue with practised ease. Rean’s head fell back against the wall and he groaned lowly as Crow sucked him down.

Crow’s technique was somewhat more chaotic than Rean was used to from Alisa, but no less pleasurable for it; he swirled and dragged his tongue seductively along Rean’s shaft, identifying weaknesses and striking hard, leaving Rean breathless and gasping. Crow took Rean deeper and deeper, not quite taking the entire thing but more than enough to paralyse his lover, before changing tack and beginning to bob his head up and down, wet slops and rasps beginning to ring out as he sloppily worshipped Rean’s cock.

Rean certainly seemed to be enjoying himself; he was sprawled out against the wall, moaning and groaning as Crow sucked him off, clenching his fists with a piteous whine as the former terrorist licked a long, thick stripe up the underside of his cock. Crow’s hands slid sensually up Rean’s bare legs and gripped his ass once again, pulling him in closer and taking his cock even deeper, leaving the Ashen Chevalier gasping in overstimulation.

“Grab his hair.”

With a start Rean looked over to Alisa; she wasn’t quite touching herself yet, but the near-constant shifting of her thighs and the visible dampness in her panties indicated that she wasn’t far off. She met Rean’s eyes, her red eyes needy, her lips thinned with desire. “Do it, Rean. Make him take you. He’ll love it.”

“Speak for yourself, Alisa.” Crow said, his voice slightly rough as he pulled himself off Rean’s cock, but with a wink he gave Rean permission nonetheless. Rean ran his fingers along Crow’s cheek and jaw as the rogue went back to sucking his dick, before tangling his hands in grey hair and starting to help him along, pulling Crow up and down his cock with increasing force.

It wasn’t clear quite how long the three of them held there, Crow with his face buried in Rean’s crotch while Alisa watched, but soon Rean’s hands began to tighten in Crow’s hair, his legs beginning to shake, his breath shortening and eyes blinking rapidly.

“Keep going.” Alisa moaned from her spot by the door, a hand now in her panties and rubbing away at her soaked slit. “He’s so close, Crow, keep going.”

With a salute, Crow did as Alisa instructed; he began bobbing harder and faster on Rean’s cock, one hand around the base while the other continued to grope at Rean’s pert ass, making sure to give a little teasing lick to the slit every time he pulled back.

“F-fuck, so good.” Rean groaned, pulling hard on Crow’s hair as he practically fucked his face. “So good, Crow, come on…”

It didn’t take long for Crow to finally break the last of Rean’s resistance and soon the Ashen Chevalier was climaxing; with a long, low moan he bucked his hips, his cock jerking and firing off a heavy load right into Crow’s throat. The other man adjusted as best he could to the thick, hot cum being fired into his mouth; continuing to suck Rean through his climax even as he quickly attempted to swallow everything he could. His composure wasn’t quite all there though, the technique not quite flawless, and he gagged and choked a little before finally pulling away.

“So close to sticking the landing.” Alisa critiqued from where she was standing, reluctantly pulling her fingers away from her crotch. “You need to work on that. It was going well up to then.”

“Yeah, OK…” Crow grumbled as he got to his feet, rolling his eyes and wiping his mouth. “I’m out of practice, alright? Not like I had a lot of time for that stuff being dead.”

“Oh?” Alisa teased, as a shell-shocked Rean tried to pull himself together, his cock still rock-hard. “Was ‘Azure Siegfried’ not one for that kind of thing, then?”

“Gah, Alisa, I thought you were a nice girl….” Crow groaned, the return of his hated moniker making him wince. “Well, anyway, that’s once. Enough of the sniping from the peanut gallery, you ready to step up?”

“More than ready.” Alisa said confidently, stepping forward and taking hold of Rean by the collar. Before the Ashen Chevalier could do any more than lower his head to meet her eyes she was on him, pulling him down into a deep kiss that was very different from Crow’s, but no less enjoyable. No sooner had Rean begun to push back than Alisa was pulling away and walking back towards the bedroom, flicking up the hem of her dress as she went. “Whenever you’re ready, Rean.”

Both Rean and Crow waited a moment, watching Alisa’s pale, perky, panty-clad rump swaying tantalisingly as she strutted off into the bedroom, the heels on her thigh-high boots only magnifying her sway, before turning to look at each other.

Crow raised his eyebrows. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get in there and fuck her, man.”

By the time Rean had made it to the bedroom himself, Alisa had already bent over to remove her long white boots. With a long, slow bend she slid down one zip, then the other, pointing her ass very directly at the doorway, and at the hypnotised Rean. Rean could only stare, dumbstruck, his cock rock-hard and straining as Alisa’s perky ass swayed back and forth, fatty cheeks jiggling from side to side as she slowly slid down her boots, then her red panties, revealing her slick, engorged lower lips.

Rean choked slightly, and Alisa turned around, reaching teasingly for the zipper on the front of her jacket. “You doing OK there, Rean?”

“I, yeah…” Rean stumbled, his eyes locked on Alisa’s chest as she slowly ran the zip down, revealing inch after inch of pale, smooth skin. Lower and lower into the valley of her breasts it went, exposing more and more of her bounteous cleavage, and all the hopelessly-aroused Rean could do was stare. “Just, Alisa, you’re so beautiful…”

“Heehee.” Alisa giggled, sliding the dress off and positioning herself on the bed with a blinding smile. She spread her legs and beckoned Rean over, the slight shake in her thighs telling the real story of just how much she needed this. “Well why don’t you come over here and show me?”

Rean didn’t need to be told twice; with a near-bestial groan of need he tore across the room and practically dove on top of Alisa, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. She giggled into his mouth as he devoured her, their tongues swirling and bodies rubbing together, his strong hands coming up and pushing inside the cups of her bra, sinking deep into the large breasts within.

Rean and Alisa were more than familiar with each other’s bodies by now, but the feeling never lost its magic for either of them; Rean couldn’t stop running his hands over the blonde’s gorgeous, curvy form, while Alisa shamelessly groped and stroked Rean’s muscles, his strong arms and broad back. Alisa’s voice rang out in a sharp cry as Rean pinched at her soft pink nipples, throwing her head back with a loud moan and rolling her wide hips against him.

“Rean, pleeeeassee….”

“Goddess be damned.” Crow said quietly, taking a seat off to the side and letting the two of them have their moment. His eyes raked over them both, drinking in their bodies; Crow might well have just sucked Rean off in the hallway, but his past affair with Vita Clotilde spoke to more than a passing interest in women too, and Alisa was certainly more than easy on the eyes. Crow settled in to watch as Rean lined himself up with Alisa’s engorged snatch, rubbing against soft blonde hair and dark pink lips. “Call me the luckiest guy on Zemuria…damn that’s hot.”

“R-Rean…” Alisa whined, as Rean nibbled at the side of her neck, his cock pushing against her lips. Rean wasn’t in much of a state to comment, but Crow chuckled; it was amusing to discover how clingy and needy the wilful Reinford heiress became in situations like this. “R-Reeeeaaaaannnn…”

Alisa’s whining was stopped dead when Rean pushed hard at her entrance, steadily pushing inch after inch of rock-hard cock inside, until he was fully hilted inside her tight, damp folds. Alisa threw her head back and moaned loudly as Rean sucked a mark into her neck, squirming and writhing as he slowly began to slide himself back again, every inch of her pressing into her with a burning stretch that hit the needy heiress like a truck.

“G-gaaaah…” Alisa cried, hands scrabbling at Rean as her busty form attempted to adjust to the new penetration. “S-so full…”

Rean didn’t give her a moment to relax, and soon the two were fucking like animals, Alisa howling in delight while Rean plowed her, alternating between kissing her on the lips and burying his face in her jiggling, bouncing breasts. Over and over and over they went, Alisa’s blonde hair flying wildly everywhere as Rean frantically fucked into her, showing no signs of having climaxed already as he rode her like a pro. The two clearly knew each other’s weaknesses and favourite points, and were keying each other into newer and rawer heights of pleasure, both of their climaxes drawing closer by the minute.

“Come on, Rean.” Crow called from where he was sitting, shamelessly stroking his own cock to the sight of the two very pretty people rutting like animals before him. “You can go harder, give her some more! Alisa’s a big girl, she can take it.”

“Gah! Y-you…” Alisa ground out, doing her best to twist about and give Crow a glare, but the tremors in her voice, and the way she locked her legs around Rean’s back, told the truth of her reaction. Encouraged by this, and by the full kiss Alisa dragged him into a moment later, Rean did as suggested; he gripped Alisa hard around the waist and began to slamfuck her, the change in angle pushing him deeper than before and sending the blonde heiress into a lustful howl.

“O-Oh Goddess…” Alisa groaned, arms now splayed out helplessly as Rean ravaged her, clenching herself as tightly as possible around her boyfriend, her red eyes near rolling into the back of her head as she bounced. “H-how are you, you came already…it doesn’t matter, just keep going! Keep fucking me!”

“G-goddess, Alisa…” Rean panted, his voice straining and wavering as he too approached his second climax. “I-I love you…”

It seemed like those words were the last thing Alisa needed to hear; with a loud, frenzied cry she crashed headlong into an orgasm, her body clenching around Rean and shaking violently as she rode through the pleasure, gripping him tightly and crying out in delight. Rean wasn’t far behind; burying his face in Alisa’s chest once more he roared lowly and let himself release, filling the blonde with shot after shot of hot, sticky cum as he thundered through his own climax.

Over and over he pumped, until the spurts finally stopped and he pulled away tiredly. His second orgasm, coming so soon on the heels of his first, had finally started to take a toll; Rean’s Twilight-empowered body was beginning to sag, his cock now only half-hard, his eyes heavy and breathing slow. He had proven his point; he could go twice. He’d quite like a rest now.

But then he felt hands slide around his hips, gripping at his tight waist in a way that always made him weak, and knew his day wasn’t quite over yet.

“Don’t you forget about me, Rean.” Crow’s voice rumbled in his ear. Rean instinctively arched into the taller man, feeling Crow’s bare chest pressing into his back, going as weak and pliable as always to the feel and touch of the older man. “You made it to two, that’s good…but I think we can get another one out of you.”

“Crow…” Rean whimpered, feeling Crow’s hard cock pressing up against the cleft of his ass. Crow was the only one of the three of them who hadn’t cum yet, and it was obvious from the state of him; his cock was rock-hard and leaking, rubbing precum into Rean’s bare cheeks and striking trepidation and excitement into his heart.

Rean let a shiver of desire run down his spine, unconsciously rolling his hips back into Crow’s stiff cock and taking great satisfaction from the hiss that resulted. Rean might have climaxed twice already…but that didn’t mean he was going to miss an opportunity to have Crow rail him. Some things he could never turn down.

“Ah, damn you.” Crow muttered, taken off-guard by just how quickly Rean had thrown himself into him. “You’re a slutty one ain’t’cha?”

“You going to back it up?” Rean challenged, his voice hoarse from everything that had happened, but taunting nonetheless. “Or is Crow Armbrust all talk but no action?”

Crow inhaled sharply. Rean grinned.

In very short order Rean had been dumped on all fours on the bed, next to the still blissed-out and semi-conscious Alisa, his back arched and rear end stuck out, sighing in contentment as Crow’s well-lubed fingers slid slowly into his ass.

“Please, Crow.” Rean whispered, and it was the most beautiful thing Crow had ever heard. No matter how often they did this, it still never lost its wonder for either of them.

“Don’t worry babygirl, I gotcha.” Crow said easily, pressing fingers in tighter and feeling Rean clench and squirm around him. The Ashen Chevalier gave a low moan, clenching one of Alisa’s splayed hands in his own as Crow slowly stretched him out, preparing him. Rean’s cock couldn’t go full mast after his two rapid-fire climaxes, but it still hung heavy between his legs, dangling low and with hints of precum building at the tip.

“Come on, Crow.” Rean said, his voice trembling and thick with lust. “I can take it.”

Crow raised an eyebrow, giving his fingers an experimental scissor, and the sudden tremor of pleasure that runs through Rean’s entire body brought a grin to his face. “Alright then baby, let’s do this. Been waiting far too long to be inside you again.”

Rean buried his face in the sheets, cheeks burning red at Crow’s easy, affectionate words, and Crow set to lubing up his own cock. He was hard, so incredibly hard, and it took everything Crow had not to just start jerking off right there and then. Still, he persevered, getting himself as slick and ready as he could and pressing his tip against the pucker of Rean’s asshole.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” Rean said, sounding almost as if he were about to cry. “Goddess, yes.”

And how could Crow ever say no to something like that?

“Gaaaaah…” Rean gasped quietly, his breath shaky and eyes rolling back into his head as Crow’s slick cock slid slowly into his ass. Rean lowered his head with a rattling groan, his teeth gritting as he forced himself to relax, to go as limp as he could, stretching and accommodating Crow’s girthy intrusion.

“You doing OK there?” Crow checked as he continued to push inside, inches of cock disappearing into the tiny pink ring of Rean’s asshole. “Not too much?”

“Mmmmmphh…” Rean mumbled, wordless and undone as he felt the pleasurable burn of his rectum stretching around Crow.

“You’re so sweet to him like this.” Alisa said dozily, the blonde awoken from her afterglow-driven stupor by the sound of her boyfriend having his ass fucked. She slowly raised herself to a sitting position, watching with keen interest as Crow slid himself inside Rean, idly stroking the younger man’s hand as he took every inch. “For all your fast talking and smooth moves, you’re a big softie with Rean, aren’t you?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.” Crow said tightly, a slight tremor in his voice as he sought not to blow his top immediately inside Rean’s incredible tightness. He looked over to Alisa, an attempt at a teasing grin crossing his face. “Besides, I saw you a minute ago. You’re all business and power suits in the streets, but all needy and horny in the sheets, huh?”

“I-I don’t wear powersuits…” Alisa muttered, unable to rebut the rest of Crow’s comments and looking away from him. She looked Rean in the face, stroking at his sweaty hair and cupping his jaw, giving him an encouraging smile. “You’ve got this Rean, OK? You can take nasty old Crow, can’t you?”

“I’m only a year older than either of you!”

“Nggggh, Alisaaaa…” Rean groaned, cutting off Crow’s protest as the former terrorist gave a brief pause before continuing his slow, careful penetration. Rean was sweating and panting, hands clenching the sheets, body shaking with the pressure and burning need inside him. “Crow…both of you…”

“Alright, I’m all in.” Crow reported, exhaling slightly in relief as he finally hilted himself completely inside Rean’s ass. He held still for a moment to give Rean time to adjust, occupying himself by giving a grope and squeeze to the Ashen Chevalier’s gorgeous rear – round and strong from all his years of training, and delightfully springy to the touch.

“Mmmmm…” Rean moaned, revelling in the feeling of being stretched out, of his tight entrance distending around Crow’s thick cock. He couldn’t explain it, and fortunately had never been asked to, but something about being like this struck him dumb in a way nothing else did. The burn of the stretched muscle, the sense of fullness, the overwhelming pressure edging on pain leaving him gasping and shivering in anticipation. He was breathless and stuck between his loves, impaled on Crow’s cock while Alisa tended to him, his curse-reddened eyes glazed and heavy.

“You good, Rean?” Crow checked, setting himself for motion as he continued to fondle Rean’s ass. “I’m ready whenever, just say the word.”

Rean didn’t hesitate for a moment.

“Please…” he breathed, somewhere between a whisper and a whimper. “Move, Crow. Please…”

“I think that means yes.” Alisa translated to Crow, who wasted no time in gripping Rean’s defined hips and setting to work. First he slid himself back as far as he could, with only the flared head of his cock remaining inside Rean’s ass, before firmly pushing himself right back inside to the hilt.

“A-aaah!” Rean cried, sweaty silver hair flying as he flung his head up, face slack and eyes rolling from the sheer feeling. He let out a long, indecent moan that nobody outside of this room would have ever heard before, involuntarily bucking backwards, ready for Crow to do more.

“Oh wow.” Alisa said quietly, her pretty face right up close to Rean, examining his blown-out eyes and open mouth. She waved a finger in front of him, and giggled at the total lack of reaction from her glazed-over boyfriend. “He’s totally out of it.”

Rean said nothing.

“Yeah, he’s a total buttslut.” Crow grunted, exertion colouring his voice as he pulled himself back again. “Gets all needy. So, I’d best not disappoint him.”

Crow was as good as his word, gradually working himself back and forth until he was in a firm rhythm, his hips slapping against Rean’s round cheeks as he fucked into his lover over and over. The feeling of Rean’s tight ass clenching around his rock-hard cock was intoxicating for the older man, something he could never get enough of. Rean felt just as tight around him as he had on their first time together, and Crow had to marshal every drop of willpower he possessed to avoid breaking down right there and then.

“Mmm, yeessss…” Rean groaned, leaning into Alisa’s soft touch as Crow fucked his ass, the swordsman’s toned, solid form jerking back and forth in time with the intruding thrusts. “More, faster, more…”

As requested, Crow adjusted his stance and began fucking Rean harder, his thrusts precise and smooth as he fucked hard into Rean’s ass. The younger man’s tight pink ring was distended around Crow’s girthy cock as he slid in and out, the swordsman taking every inch of Crow with relative ease, groaning and moaning in pleasure. To distract himself as best he could from the slick, oppressive heat around his cock, Crow began to run his hands over Rean’s lower body, rough callouses running over pale skin, fingers gripping at strong thighs.

“You’re always so good when I get you like this, aren’t you Rean?” Crow grunted, the strain bleeding through his usual teasing tone. “You love it like this, don’t you? Me up here slamming your tight, fuckable ass?”

Rean could only mewl helplessly as Crow plundered him, paralysed by indecision. The sheer presence of Crow inside him was as overpowering as it had always been; he was just there, a rock-hard, warm intrusion that had buried itself inside him. The swordsman’s actions betrayed his submission; he arched his back and groaned again, unable to so much as move.

But then Alisa was there, soft, gentle, lovely Alisa. She pulled Rean down and into her lap, pulling the cock-crazed swordsman into her soft chest and stroking his hair. With his eyes wild and body still violently jerking back and forth with the force of Crow’s slams, Rean began kissing and sucking at Alisa’s large breasts, prompting a delighted coo from the blonde as she cradled him.

“There we go, Rean.” Alisa said soothingly as Rean was fucked hard into her lap, her voice soft and low as she gently stroked up and down his back. His hands were grabbing at her now, blindly squeezing and groping at any soft bit of Alisa he could find. “It’s OK now Rean, we’ve got you. We’re all together here, just let it go…”

“Damn, that’s quite the position he’s got going on there.” Crow commented as he hammered Rean’s ass, watching his lover motorboat Alisa’s chest. Alisa had never quite matched the likes of Emma or Instructor Sara in size, but she was still a more-than-respectable third place, and Crow had snuck more than his fair share of peeks at her when he had the chance. “Don’t suppose you’d mind if I took a turn would ya?”

“In your dreams, Crow.” Alisa said immediately, her eyes never once leaving Rean, but her tone didn’t sound entirely opposed. Rean was beginning to falter now; buried between his lovers and swamped with attention from both sides, he was rapidly losing any attempt at restraint. A third orgasm was being stoked inside him, stroke by agonising stroke, the exhaustion of his two previous climaxes weighing him down but unable to stop the tide.

“He’s getting close.” Alisa said intently, watching as Rean’s cock swung, dripping and semi-hard between his shaking legs. “Slow down a little Crow, let me help him.”

Rean greeted the feeling of Alisa’s soft hand wrapping around his cock with a near-bestial roar of need, the neglected organ nearly jumping in her hand, twitching and pulsing and letting loose more and more precum. Alisa’s technique was so different to how Crow’s had been, but no less powerful; she was gentler, wristier, more about drawing the pleasure out than inflicting it, providing a soothing and invigorating contrast to the hard thrusts Crow was giving Rean’s ass.

“Come on, Rean.” Crow panted, his thrusts beginning to waver and shallow as he too approached the end of his tether. “Come on, let’s get that third. You can do it.”

Rean could only groan wordlessly; going for a third orgasm in such a short space of time sounded like more than he could bear, but between Crow’s pounding of his prostate and Alisa’s precise, talented strokes, it was being wrung from him nonetheless. He could feel it coming, drowning in Crow’s power and Alisa’s softness, revelling in having the two loves of his life worshipping and smothering him together…

“AAAAAARGH!” Rean roared, his voice cracking badly as he finally let go, his third climax rolling through him like a tidal wave. His entire body seized up and trembled with pleasure as the orgasm rolled to every inch of him, flooding him with pleasure. His cock jerked in Alisa’s hand, the semi-soft organ feebly twitching as the determined blonde kept her strokes coming, milking spurt after spurt of cum from her tired, overstimulated boyfriend. Rean groaned and cried out hoarsely into soft breasts as both Alisa and Crow milked him for all he was worth, Crow making sure to fuck him right the way through his climax.

Crow lasted barely any longer before letting go too; Rean’s ass had clenched so tightly around him that he didn’t have a hope of holding out. With a slightly less dramatic cry of his own he thundered into a climax of his own, rolling his hips and burying himself as deep in Rean’s ass as he could go, pumping the swordsman’s guts with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum.

The three clung together as the two men rode out their orgasms, prolonging the inevitable for as long as they could before finally collapsing down onto the bed. Alisa caught Rean as best she could, steering him away from the cum stains on the sheets as Crow gently extracted his soft cock from Rean’s defiled asshole.

“That good, Rean?” Crow asked, tired yet cocky. “I said you could make at least three.”

“S-So good…” Rean murmured sleepily into Alisa’s tits, clumsily reaching out for both of them with orgasm-ravaged limbs. He was totally unsuccessful, but he seemed to be happy with just making the effort – his eyes were already slipping closed, his body slumping into exhausted sleep, so ravaged and yet so sated by the dual attentions lavished on it. “I l-love you both so much…”

“We love you too, Rean.” Alisa said, her tone warm and comforting as Rean slipped off into a deep sleep. She stroked his silver hair for a while as he dozed in her lap, before looking up at Crow with a questioning look…immediately catching him looking at her tits. “Hey!”

“Bit late for that, don’t you think Alisa?” Crow asked laconically, stretching theatrically and smugly noting the way Alisa eyed his musculature. He waggled his eyebrows at her teasingly, striking a pose. “Like what you see?”

“N-not especially.” Alisa huffed, looking back down at Rean with a slight blush on her cheeks. She took a moment to compose herself, then posed the question she had been meaning to ask the first time. “Do you think we went too hard on him?”

Crow took a moment to think. He looked over Rean’s shattered form, his asshole still dribbling Crow’s cum. He looked at Alisa, still sweaty and tired herself from her earlier exertions. He assessed the tiredness within himself, and how wrecked the bedroom was.

Crow thought about it. Very deeply.

Then he shook his head.

“Nah. In fact, next time, I’m pretty sure we can get him up to four.”