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Rilla stands before Damien and Arum, a picture of authority and confidence. Her hand rests easily on the pommel of the knife strapped to her waist.
“What to do with you sweet creatures?” she muses, tilting her head with a gleam in her eyes. The nonchalant move reveals her strength; her shoulders shift smoothly despite the weight of Damien’s leather armor strapped to her chest. She lifts her hand from the blade to adjust the ties of the bracer, and the fluency of her movement makes something catch in his breast. She looks completely at ease in his heavy, well-worn, familiar armor, treating it as if its hers and has been all along. It’s having quite an effect on Damien.
And it isn’t the only thing making him so flustered. Each time he shifts, unable to maintain the watchful stillness Rilla possesses, the soft, silky fabric caressing his cock and chest rustles. The feel of it has him half hard already, clinging to his skin, as delicate as the petals of a flower. It makes him feel, well, beautiful. His skin is a battlefield of scars, marks of countless times he used his body to defend, to wound, to fight. The soothing, lacy panties and bra remind him that his body can also serve the purpose of pleasure.
Judging by Arum’s calm, submissive manner beside him, he feels the same. His strong, muscular legs are sheathed in dark, sheer stockings, which don’t hide his scales as they stretch tight and tantalising over his skin. They’re fastened to black lacy garters which hug his thighs so invitingly that it’s all Damien can do to keep himself from leaping onto his lover to run his hands over the place where the smooth fabric meets his ridged skin. His self-control is aided somewhat by the skirt – one of Rilla’s, which leaves his belly bare before wrapping around his hips, to fall in perfect pleats to Arum’s calf, letting only a little of his legs show through the slit in the side.
Neither of them answer Rilla’s question, and her satisfaction at their submission shows in a sharp grin.
“You make such a pretty pair.”
Damien has to hold back a whimper.
“I think,” Rilla continues, “I want to enjoy this image. The two of you all dressed up for me. So go on.” She gives a careless wave of her hand, revealing the lacing of the armor running up the inside of her wrist, which feels an awful lot more intimate than it probably should. As she settles back onto the settee in their bedroom, Damien turns to face Arum questioningly. The flare of Arum’s nostrils and tilt of his head speak volumes: You heard the lady. So Damien surrenders to the situation.
He and Arum step forward at the same time to meet in the middle, and immediately Arum wraps his lower arms around Damien’s waist, tugging him close. Damien gasps at the feeling of scales on skin, through silk, and Arum takes the opportunity to press his advantage and kiss him. Damien responds eagerly. When Arum’s tongue flickers at his lips, he parts them to let that wonderful length slip inside to tease his mouth.
Damien snakes his hands around Arum’s waist, spreading flat over his back before sliding down to run his thumbs along the line of Rilla’s – his skirt, dipping inside just slightly. At that Arum growls and his hands move lower to cup Damien’s asscheeks, then suddenly Damien is lifted into the air, cradled in all four of Arum’s arms. Held so close to Arum’s body, he can feel the rippling muscles in his corse as Arum walks the pair of them over to another couch, where he deposits Damien – not roughly, but with a sense of urgency, half lying down. Damien doesn’t have a moment to adjust or to say a thing before Arum presses in, kissing him deeper and roving his hands over Damien’s thighs. His claws scrape against the scraps of lace on his chest and curl questioningly at the sides of his panties, and the sensation makes Damien’s head spin.
In his turn he scrabbles to touch Arum straddling him. He slides his hand into the slit in his skirt, moving across to hike it up so he can see those divine stockings. He runs both palms over the fabric, which is so luxuriously fine and strangely cool that the feel of it makes him shiver. It makes Arum hiss, too, so he does it again, just steadily gliding his hand up and down over the silk stretched across his lover’s skin.
Their kissing and touching grows more heated until soon, Damien slides his hand up a little further, pushing the skirt aside to reveal the slit between Arum’s legs, which is wide open now, both cocks out and growing by the second.
As he unveils Arum, he hears a moan from across the room and almost starts. He’d been so wrapped up in Arum that he’d forgotten for a moment that Rilla watching them. His face heats with the knowledge that he’d been entirely distracted, and that she could see their every move.
But Arum either doesn’t care or actively revels in her voyeurism. He cups Damien’s face in one palm, lodging another under his thigh and pulling. It’s almost effortless for him to rearrange their position to place Damien on top now, as Arum lies back along the couch and braces Damien’s hips above his own. His skirt is rucked up around his waist now, but Damien can feel the garters and the stockings under his legs. He looks wonderful like this; no less strong but with a sense of vulnerability that he doesn’t often let show. Damien leans down to trace a finger around the edge of his frill, delighting in the shudder that passes through his lover as he does. Arum grins up, his eyes warm with joy.
Suddenly Damien feels a presence behind him. Rilla has grown tired of watching and has decided to take part, it appears, because she presses her chest to Damien’s back and snakes a hand around to tease his nipple through the soft fabric. She’s still wearing the armor. The leather plates cling to Damien’s skin. It feels very strange to be on this side of them, but Damien finds it is by no means an unwelcome strangeness.
She takes a moment to caress his chest, playing with first one nipple, then the other. She tugs at the band of the lacy bra Damien wears and slips fingers into the cups to rub at his skin directly. Arum stares hungrily at her over Damien’s shoulders, and he realises that her other hand is mimicking his own earlier, sliding up and down Arum’s stockinged calf at a tantalisingly slow speed.
When her hand moves down to slip a thumb into the side of Damien’s panties and begins to tug them down, he embarrasses himself with how loud his moan is. There is laughter in Arum’s expression as Damien pants, “Leave – leave them on, my love.”
Rilla hums, a sound which mixes amusement and satisfaction. But she does as he says, slipping her hand around to tease at his crack, before sliding lower. Her hand disappears for a second, but then is back, pushing aside his panties to press a finger right into his ass. The arrangement stretches the fabric tight over his straining cock. He throws his head back at the intrusion, but she keeps going, opening him up carefully while Arum’s cocks bob between his thighs.
When her fingers brush his prostate, Damien moans again and collapses forward. Arum catches him easily and just holds him, letting him close his eyes and just breathe while Rilla stretches him out relentlessly.
His eyes shoot open again when he feels a warm, wet, something circling his nipple through the thin fabric. Arum’s eyes flash, and his long, flexible tongue is poking out from his lips to tease Damien. He whimpers as his lover’s saliva soaks through the bra, the fine texture of the cloth not quite removing the rough edge of Arum’s tongue as it laves and flickers against Damiens nipples.
Behind him, Rilla slides her fingers out, leaving him feeling curiously empty, but it doesn’t last for long. Arum quickly lifts Damien’s hips with one pair of hands, carefully holding the panties aside, while the other line up Arum’s cocks with his hole, and he lowers Damien down.
Damien’s mouth falls open. The stretch is incredible. He moans as the heads slip past the tight ring of muscle and slide deeper in, and he slowly sinks down to take the whole length. He feels so wonderfully full, so admired with the eyes of both his lovers on him. He feels so beautiful with these clothes on. The love in the room is tangible. Fully seated in Arum’s lap, he kisses the monster, slow and soft, before pushing himself up to get better leverage.
Then he starts to rock his hips.
Arum hisses at the clench and slide of Damien’s ass around his cocks, but Damien keeps the movements small and careful, aware of the strain on the lovely item of clothing which covers his cock.
Rilla comes around to stand in front of the couch, where she can see them both, and Damien turns to her like a flower to the sun. Her eyes are deep and dark with arousal, but unlike Arum and presumably himself, she looks perfectly composed, still fully clad in the armour, not a piece out of place. She just watches Damien fucking down onto Arum. Damien’s intensely aware of every little sound that he makes, of the slap of their skin. He’s always concerned for Arum’s pleasure, of course, but Rilla observing makes him feel the need to put on rather more of a show.
So he grabs one of Arum’s hands and places it on his chest, a clear instruction which Arum follows happily, caressing his nipples through the soaked fabric. When he runs his claws around the peaks, Damien moans, high and loud, so Arum does it again. And again. Damien pants, and leans down to press his lips to Arum’s throat, kissing at the sensitive skin there. The change in angle makes Arum’s cocks rub up against his prostate on each slow glide of his hips, and Arum growls as Damien squeezes him even tighter.
Then there’s a shadow over Damien’s head. He glances up to see Rilla’s thighs – still armored, but with the protective clothing underneath removed – descending on either side of Arum’s head. He’s confused for a moment, as his own underclothes can’t be taken off so quickly while leaving the rest of his armor intact, but then he realises she must have planned this when she put it on, an entrancing thought.
Damien leans up a little to give her space to settle on Arum’s face, and it’s obvious from her expression when his tongue finds her folds. She begins to moan and grind down, riding Arum’s face.
The sight is so intensely erotic that Damien finds himself near the edge. He hasn’t been told he can’t come, so he keeps moving, trying to steady as Arum’s chest rumbles and Rilla gasps in delight right in front of him. Each movement takes him closer and closer to his climax, and he doesn’t stop or slow, chasing that feeling until finally he finds it. He orgasms hard, clenching down around Arum’s cock. His own penis, encased in the lacy panties, twitches as he comes, and the ropes shoot out, soaking right into the fabric. He moans as the pleasure washes over him.
Rilla, too, is soon letting out a low groan, the rhythm of her hips slowing as she grinds out her orgasm on Arum’s face, more little moans escaping her. Damien can’t resist leaning forward to cup her face and kiss her. It’s a messy, open mouthed kiss, as she’s still riding out the waves of her climax. But once it subsides, she reaches back out for Damien, whose hips now rest still on Arum. Rilla pulls at Damien’s thighs, and he follows her in pulling up and off Arum, whining a little at the emptiness.
Rilla bids Damien to kneel on the rug in front of the couch, and Arum sits up to tower above them. His cocks still jut out, hard and wet with lube and pre-cum, but Rilla leans forward to run her hand up his stockinged leg. Damien catches on and does the same with Arum’s other leg, and their lizard lover hisses as their hands meet at his groin. They each take the base of one cock in their hand. Damien pumps up and down for a moment but Rilla dives straight in to suck the head into her mouth, quickly moving to bob on the end of his dick while her hand twists at the base.
Damien rubs his thumb over the sensitive underside before leaning in to suckle at the head of Arum’s second cock, licking and lapping at the pre-cum gathered there, holding the tip in his mouth and fluttering his tongue over it.
Arum’s hands fall to rest on their shoulders, encouraging. When Rilla and Damien both shift closer to caress his calves through the fabric, he growls out, “Close!”
Rilla pulls off, just working his cock with her hand while the other strokes the silk-covered skin of his legs, and Damien quickly copies her, jerking his cock in an alternate rhythm with Rilla.
And with that, Arum comes. His hips jerk up off the settee as ropes of cum shoot from his cocks to land on Damien’s face and the lace covering his chest. Even more falls onto the smooth, shining leather of Damien’s armor on Rilla’s body. The sight is so obscene that Damien’s softening cock twitches.
Rilla’s the first to move, pulling both Damien and Arum to their feet and kissing them each in turn.
“You really are beautiful, my boys,” she purrs.
“As are you, dear lily,” rumbles Arum.
They both turn to Damien, who takes just a moment too long to snap his eyes to meet theirs from where his gaze was fixed firmly on the sticky white ropes coating his beloved armor.
“I – “ he begins, but they’re already grinning at him wickedly. He’s instantly aware that he’s going to be hearing about this again. As they pull him towards the bathroom, he decides that he doesn’t mind all that much.