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Monsters resurfaced from an underground dimension. They were starved and beaten down by famine in their realm. Some had survived by becoming trained killers… Your husbands don’t talk much about that time. You know that back then they both worked for the Royal Family known as the Fell Dynasty. They leaned on each other to get through the strife of their world. And when they were finally free, they made a home for themselves here on the surface. 

And that’s when they met you. Now you’ve been together for half a decade. Everyday you wake up and wonder how you got so lucky. 

Your Master, Edge, remains Captain of the Royal Guard. He’s never in bed when you wake up, because he starts his training routine at dusk. Then he’ll clean the house while cooking breakfast before you are even out of bed. 

You can smell bacon and eggs cooking. You yawn, stretch; and then laugh as a skeletal arm wraps around your waist. 

“Good morning, Slim,” you say, surrendering to his pull. He brings you deeper into the nest of  blankets on the bed. The bones of his naked body are warm with magic.

Magic and bones. You wrote a book with that title about your husbands, living skeleton monsters, who are not undead, but rather, born as they are. 

As a radiologist, you’ve studied every inch of them in an attempt to understand how their skeletal structure survives without tissue or tendon. As a lover, you’ve discovered their joints are the most sensitive to touch. 

You bring Slim’s hand up to your mouth and suck his fingers with a playful tongue around his knuckles. He moans as the magic that holds him together tingles, like a sparkler numbing your taste buds. 

“I need my Sugar this morning,” Slim growls, sliding his tongue over your neck and hooking it around your thin metal collar that most people mistake for a classy choker. It matches your wedding band. Slim’s collar is much less discreet, a thick, leather strap with spikes you can feel grazing the top of your shoulders.

You moan as his boney fingers slide down from your mouth to your clit with slow, wet, insistent circles. 

“You’re not usually this awake in the morning,” you joke as you feel his cock, made of pure magic, press between the backs of your thighs. 

“Just giving you new material for your next book,” he teases, nibbling your ear as one hand pulls your leg up to let him enter. “I’m sure this will fit inside with some context.”

You gasp as he times his pun with a gentle but firm thrust that electrifies you from the inside as his pelvic bone presses against your ass. Plunging deeper inside you, he adds, “Maybe this time I’ll write the book. I’ll call it, ‘Why do humans feel so amazing?’”

“Sounds more like a research paper to me,” you punctuate each breathy word with a roll of your hips, arching back against his body, “And a biased one.”

“Hmm, bi- assed , now you’re calling me names?” He chuckles, slapping your ass, and increasing the speed of his fingers around your clit. You can’t respond back. Breathless, you become focused on the rhythm of his fingers, and rock around his cock anchored deeply within you. 

He kisses your neck, shoulders, and back, until you cum. Holding you close, he growls into the back of your neck, “You’re so perfect.”

You reach behind your head to grab his collar as he starts to thrust. You moan, pulling his head against yours until he takes full control of your hips and pushes you into the pillows. You have to let go to push your head up for air as he begins to thrust harder. 

Then your alarm goes off. You scramble to silence it, but Slim doesn’t stop. Edge walks in right as you’re balancing on one arm and turning off the alarm with the other. 

“Good morning, Sir,” you smile, craning your neck to look up at your Master in the doorway. Slim stops moving out of respect. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, but he wouldn’t dare continue without permission. 

“You cannot be late for work again, wife,” Edge warns as he bends down to kiss you. Then he straightens up to kiss Slim, still continuing to remain obediently still. You notice the bulge in your Master’s pants. You kiss it through the fabric of his uniform. 

“Do you want to join us, Master?” You ask, keeping your mouth close enough to warm his cock with your breath. 

“We do not have time for what I want to do to you,” he growls, stepping away but groping your breast with a rough twist of your nipple that forces your head back down to the mattress. “Good girl.”

You hear Slim yelp and know Edge went straight for his coccyx ( his tailbone ). It’s Slim’s most sensitive erotic zone. He plows deeply into you until you’re gasping for breath. Your Master takes control of your clit while stimulating Slim into a state of mindless thrusts. 

“So soft,” Slim squeezes your hips and angles his cock to push you into another orgasm. You collapse to the bed as your legs give out, and Slim pushes  you roughly into the mattress. His bones rattle against your back and between your legs in heavy shudders while he cums. You’re filled with his warmth, and then it disappears. Magical sperm never stays for long in a non-magical host. 

You revel in exhausted silence. Your body vibrates in happy release. You smile up at your Master, and he smiles back. There’s an uncharacteristic softness in his eyes, a distant longing as he looks down at your body covered with Slim’s. The last time you saw him so expressive was on your wedding night.  “Where are your thoughts, Master?”

“In my skull and that is where they will stay. You are both stalling the morning routine,” Edge says, crossing his arms over his chest. His erection is still very present, tenting as far as it can in his tight pants. 

“Sugar, you go on and take your shower,” Slim kisses down one of your arms as he rolls off of you and onto the mattress. The eye lights in his skull glow a rich orange along with his tongue. Licking his boney lips, he crawls towards Edge like a predator ready to pounce. “ I decided not to work today.”

“Easier to do when one is self-employed ,” Edge growls, but doesn’t move away as Slim curls his fingers under his armor. You giggle and shake your head at how easily your Master is caving to Slim’s whims this morning. 

Slim slaps your ass as you slide off the bed and head to the bathroom. Edge moans as Slim unzips his pants. 

You close the door behind you while Slim says, “Really, Boss, you know the Guard would understand -” The rest of his words are muffled around Edge’s cock. 

You wash and do not hear them by the time you get out of the shower. They must be downstairs by now. Hunter, your mainecoon cat, scratches at the bottom of the bathroom door to be let in. 

“Good morning, gorgeous. Sorry I didn’t leave the door open,” you giggle as she purrs, leaning her large, furry body against the backs of your legs while walking past you to the shower. She laps up the water on the tile as you finish getting ready. 

Your outfit for today is laid out on the now-made bed. It’s your usual work attire: black scrubs with a black coat. You never have to worry about stains. But today there’s a second outfit folded neatly and placed in a handbag with the note “date night” scrolled in Edge’s handwriting. 

You smile at the thought of something to look forward to after work, and then a mischievous urge overtakes you as you realize he’s picked out your favorite dress. 

*~*~*~*~*

Slim whistles from the breakfast nook as you walk downstairs in your dress rather than your scrubs. 

Edge nearly drops your plate of food, “That is for tonight! It is not a breakfast dress!”

“It isn’t?” You say, playfully, giving a little twirl as you reach the bottom of the stairs. You can feel both of their eyes on you and blush at the attention you had desired, but didn’t realize would be a show stopper. “I guess it is a bit fancy. Maybe I should go change?”

“No, Sugar, you’d be late for work if you did that,” Slim smiles with a wink as you both know nothing bothers your Master more than not being punctual.

“And your breakfast will get cold,” Edge agrees, placing your plate down on the table while he takes Slim’s already empty one.  

“I promise not to get anything on the dress, Master,” you tease, as you take your napkin and tuck it into your cleavage to act as a bib. 

“You are being so naughty,” Slim whispers with a raised brow. 

You’re usually not this feisty, but today just feels… different. Maybe it was the morning sex or maybe it’s just a great day, but you’re feeling sexy and excited for a date night. You’ve all been so busy lately. It will be nice to spend a night out. 

Hunter joins you at the table, but not before hissing at Edge as she walks past.

“Why does the feline still hate me?” 

Slim chuckles, petting Hunter under the table while Edge glares in jealousy. “She probably thinks you hurt us, Boss.”

“Mmmhmm, all the whipping, gagging, and tying us up,” you chime in between mouthfuls of food. “She doesn’t understand that we enjoy it, Sir.”

Edge narrows his eyes at Hunter, “Cats underground were more empiric .”

Slim whistles, “Words like that remind me of a Doctor I’d rather forget.”

“Really? They come from the doctor we married,” Edge bends down to kiss your forehead and take your already empty plate. 

Morning sex left you ravished. 

You scratch under Hunter’s chin and wink at Slim as you grab your keys. 

“Thank you for breakfast, Master,” you say, rising on your tiptoes to kiss your husband. His arms wrap around your waist. He gropes your ass with what should have been a quick squeeze, but his hands linger, pulling you against his body. His fingers sinking further into the crevice of your ass.

You open your mouth in surprise, and he takes advantage. His tongue gaining entry, you surrender your mouth to him. Melting your body against his, you part your legs to let his fingers slip under your dress and beneath your panties. If he wants you to be late, you will handle the consequences at work later. But he stops. 

Straightening his shoulders, he pushes you to arms length, which is a couple feet distance. 

“You have your ring?” He returns to his routine question. You hold up your hand and kiss the gemstone around your finger. 

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good girl,” he says, adjusting your collar so the lock is in the back. The keys to it and Slim’s are drilled into Edge’s collar bones but never visible. My treasure , he would say. His fingers linger on your neck. His eyes travel up and down your body. You feel his hand twitch, but he brings it back to his side. Refraining from acting on his thoughts, he wishes you a good day. 

You look back at Slim for a small wave goodbye and leave the house with a smile. You pause at the doorstep to enjoy the sun on your skin and the smell of the woods around your home. The crisp autumn air cools your body, still burning from Edge’s hands. You take a breath and calm yourself.

You hum as you walk to the car. None of the traps your husbands set up along the property go off. Your wedding rings double as wards to protect you from triggering any alarms. You pass the signs warning trespassers of the security, but no one would dare enter the property of the Captain of the Guard. Even the Human Supremacist groups weren’t that dumb. 

~*~*~*~

You get to work and are greeted by your friend and coworker, Lizz, whistling at you down the hall, “Watch out, she’s coming in hot this morning! And she’s even on time?”

“You know, I came in the side entrance to avoid getting cat-called by the Front Desk,” you say, entering your office so you can change into your work clothes.

“Aw, you stole their fun,” Lizz jokes from the other side of the door. She starts swiping through her tablet to talk through the schedule today. “Speaking of fun, we have a new intern today and they’ve read your book.”

“Ah, great,” you sigh through the door as you finish dressing and fold your date clothes into your bag.

“Try to sound a bit more enthusiastic,” Lizz chides. 

“Sorry,” you open the door. “You know I just got too personal in that study-“

“Well you were fucking two of them.”

“-and every intern or random stranger at a conference thinks they can talk to me about it. I didn’t even write any of that IN the book,” you finish, ignoring Lizz’s cut-in. 

“Well I sent them on a tour with Myoko first, so you have time to prep your intro: ‘yes, I’m the genius who pioneered the research on monster assistance in performing magical scans of soul imaging. We can now quickly locate areas that need medical attention through masses of soul energy unconsciously gathering for healing. I thought of it while staring at my boyfriends’ penises.’”

“Okay, that’s not in the book.”

“Should have been,” she winks at you and playfully sticks out her bulbous tongue. “It would have been my favorite part.”

“Mmm, don’t lie. Your favorite chapters will always be the ones with you in them,” you tease, mirroring her expression; except your tongue will never rival a chameleon monster’s in length. 

“I fluctuate in my tastes,” Lizz jokes, changing the color of her scales from her resting green to a rosy red and then a deep sea blue. 

“Ooo, keep that shade for Georges. It’s his favorite color,” you smile, naming your first patient on the schedule. 

Lizz rolls her eyes in two different directions and changes to a fire engine red. “We should start capping soul scans for hypochondriacs.”

“It’s not hypochondria; he just wants to see you ,” you giggle. “The first time he came in for imaging you touched his soul.”

“It leapt into my hand! Who knew he had that much control?”

“Still, you never forget the feeling of someone’s hand around your soul,” you tease, thinking about the first time Edge held yours. It felt as if he was cradling your whole body in his palm. It was the most vulnerable and safe you had ever felt in your life. 

That night he had declared himself your master and protector. Then he kissed it, and it was like his lips were everywhere, claiming you all at once.

Lizz shakes her head. “You always get that stupid smile when you talk about your husbands. Humans are too sentimental.”

“Yes, yes we are,” you agree, reaching up to your collar as if somehow your touch could reach them. 

Your wandering thoughts stop as the head nurse, Myoko, comes back from her tour with the intern, Jin, and says, “Morning ladies, Georges is in the soul imaging room.”

Myoko winks at Lizz and you both chuckle as the chameleon tries to keep her cool in front of the newbie. Your introduction to Jin is brief because they’re also more interested in Lizz. 

“She’s popular today,” you whisper to Myoko as Jin begins to talk to your partner: “I’ve studied the drawings you did before consensual photographic imaging of the soul was developed…”

“Um, Doctor?” Your attention is pulled away to a nurse you don’t recognize. His name tag says Trayvon. You look to Myoko, but she’s just as surprised by his presence. “I was told to get you because there’s a… skeleton… hanging around the X-ray room, and his presence is spooking a patient. But he’s asking for you.”

There’s protocol for this. In hospitals, skeleton monsters - as well as ghost monsters - can face more discrimination due to superstition and their association with death in human lore. You exchange glances with Myoko and look over at one of the bulletin boards with a sign about accepting everyone. It includes a picture of a skeleton. It’s one of your many initiatives to bring awareness to colleagues. You know Myoko will make sure this new nurse is ready next time. He shouldn’t be afraid to mediate or tell Slim to wait in the lobby like any other guest who shouldn’t be where they’re supposed to be. 

But also, Slim could have just teleported to your office. Why is he making trouble? 

You leave Lizz and Jin to start without you, and find Slim leaning against the wall next to a now shut door to the X-ray room. His arms are crossed. He’s trying to look casual, but you know he’s never comfortable in hospitals. 

“It’s the white coats,” he’d say. ”Never trust a monster wearing one.”

It’s another reason you wear a black coat instead. 

He holds out your lunch bag, “You forgot this. Edge made your favorite.”

“So you brought it to the X-ray room?” You want to sound irritated so he can understand he can’t do this; but it’s difficult to maintain your sternness when he gives you that charming smirk in response to your answer. 

“My mind wandered during teleport,” he says, stepping towards you and caressing your cheek. You grab your lunch and the smell of Edge’s cooking wafts between you. “I can’t stop thinking about you today.”

Despite yourself, you blush at his words; the warm bones on your cheek; and the hunger in Slim’s eyes. It ignites something primal inside your soul. You can feel it burn next to your beating heart. 

“You’re so irresistible,” he whispers, trailing his fingers down your neck while his other hand wraps around your waist. Pulling you closer, he leans his face down for a kiss.

It takes all your mental discipline to stop him and remember where you are. You clear your throat and take a step back in the name of professionalism. But even as he pulls away, you feel a powerful longing in your chest to be back in his arms. 

Today is truly not a normal day. 

“Sorry, Doc,” Slim says, putting his hands in the air and then in his pockets to show he’ll be good. But his eyes remain hungry. 

You need to change the subject, and ask again “Why did you teleport here?”

“This is where we first met. You remember?”

You hadn’t forgotten, but working here every day does mean you don’t think about it immediately when you’re by the X-ray room.

That night you met Slim, the hospital staff was abuzz about a skeleton covered in blood from the wounds of a child he’d found in the woods outside the city. Slim had just started his Lost-And-Found business. He had been looking for a cat, but left the mission when he came across the boy. The kid had an open compound fracture in his leg. So he teleported them both to the closest hospital. 

By the time you were standing outside this room, Slim had spooked most of the staff, but also impressed them with his refusal to leave the boy unattended. The kid’s name was Sebastian. His parents had been called, and they’d given consent to move forward before they arrived. You needed to get images of the fracture for the surgeon. You braced yourself for the panic and fear this kid must be feeling. You took a breath, opened the door, and stepped on a whoopee cushion as you walked into the room. 

The silence was long, while the farting bag sputtered at your feet until it was flat. 

Sebastian laughed so hard he almost fell off the table. Slim snapped his fingers and the bag disappeared from under your foot. It reappeared in his hand, “Sorry, Doc, kid’s had a rough day.”

You were speechless, but think you smiled through the confusion as you looked at this child unable to stop his giggles despite his wound. “How do you feel, Sebastian?”

“Slim gave me candy and now it doesn’t hurt!” 

“Candy?” You’ll admit your first thoughts on what “candy” was were not pleasant, and you’re sure it showed on your face.

“It’s magic. Healing magic,” Slim cut in, bringing out a fistful of these classic-looking, hard candies wrapped in brightly colored plastic. “Only these things don’t heal humans as quickly on the surface… magic is a lot thinner up here. I reset the bone and bandaged him up with my shirt,” he gestured to his exposed rib cage under his black, fur-lined jacket, and then to the boy’s arm that was now wrapped in clean bandages and no longer wrapped in a bloody orange turtleneck you can see sticking out of the skeleton’s back pocket. 

“Reset the-“ you started, but Slim held up one, skeletal hand.

“Yes, the nurse already told me that I shouldn’t have done that. But in my defense, I do know more about the skeleton than the average monster.”

That was probably true, but his skeleton was… different. Since you could see quite a bit of him under his open jacket, you noticed his rib cage, spinal cord and the top of his pelvic bones were much thicker than those of a human his size. They were also fused in a way that allowed flexibility but also strength to hold form-

“Like what you see?” He asked, joking under the intensity of your gaze as you started to notice all the callouses across his bones that indicated areas restructured from a break. Not a single bone seemed to be without at least one reconstruction.

You looked up at his face, fused skull bones with micro fractures in places that would concern any doctor. The signs of repair in those places looked decades old. Perhaps the lack of tissue and organic matter made the breaks less deadly? 

You’d heard of the hard life monsters’ lived underground, but Slim was the first real look you got at the injuries so many of them had sustained to survive. How does anyone come out of this much trauma and still perform acts of kindness like saving this kid?

You lock eyes with him. Admittedly the orange eye lights in his dark sockets were not easy to read back then, but you hoped the sincerity in your voice was clear, “I do see that you have quite a lot of experience in bone injury.” He remained silent at your statement, but nodded as he realized what you could see. He zipped up his jacket. You didn’t say anything more about it. Instead, you went back to your job, “I’m glad you brought him in. Let me explain what I’m about to do…”

Slim helped Sebastian relax so he stayed still, and you got images of all the right angles you needed on the first try. 

Near the end, the focus on his wound began to make Sebastian anxious. You comforted him the best you could, “Don’t worry, Sebastian. I’ve seen far worse than this get all fixed up.”

“And yet you still glow so brightly,” you heard Slim say, but wasn’t sure what he meant or how to respond to it. Now you know he was talking about your soul. It’s green, for kindness; and like most every other human on the planet, you had no idea it could be seen or that brightness indicated strength of character. 

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you,” Slim reminisces, eyes distant and then refocusing on you, in the present, with lunch in hand. “I still can’t. When you glow like that, the rest of the world dims.”

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness that is over the top today. “Will you survive without me for the next 8 hours?”

Slim sighs but nods. Teleporting out, he leaves you with one of his regular complaints, “You both work too much.”

“It’s not work if you enjoy it,” you counter, not sure if he heard you this time. But he knows, being a radiologist is like being a detective. Searching images for clues and figuring out anomalies. It’s fun and challenging. 

And that night Slim entered your life, he also introduced a factor no one had ever studied with any serious measure: magic. 

That candy Slim had given the boy had sped up his recovery time from weeks to days. You had the images to prove it, and a business card with Slim’s phone number on it. 

So you called him, and what started as a coffee meeting turned into a lunch, then a walk, and then an ice cream.

You talked about magic, monsters, soul energy, bones, radiology, and science. You admired his collar as he checked in with his Master. 

“It’s so wonderful that you found each other,” you smile, contemplative as you eat your ice cream. “I hope I can find a Master one day, too.”

Slim nearly drops his phone, “You - uh - humans also have these relationships?”

“Absolutely! But it’s not mainstream so it can be difficult to find a partner. There are communities and munches-“

“Munches?” Slim repeated the word with a smile.

“Gatherings,” you answer. “But it’s difficult to find time. I guess I need to, since I work so much. I don’t meet a lot of people.”

“You met me,” he pointed out.

“I did,” you agree, smiling. You want to say it’s been one of the best days of your life, but that wouldn’t be appropriate… right?

He has a Master, and you’re not that role. What could you offer? 

But then he lifts your chin and breaks you out of your thoughts as your vision fills with his face, suddenly very close to yours.

“You’ve given me your whole day so far,” he points out. 

“I have,” you blush, not sure what to say next. You put off all your errands, canceled a meet up with a friend for lunch. “I just… didn’t want to end the conversation.”

“Me neither,” he pulls back and looks up at the wooden archway of a hiking trail you’re both standing in front of. “So this path takes you into the woods beyond the city. If we walk for about an hour, we’d reach Grillby’s-“

“Grillby’s?”

“It’s a monster bar. Kind of hidden away from prying eyes, but I know the owner and he makes some pretty incredible meals with venison. I’m going to meet my Master there for dinner, and you’re invited to join us,” he pauses, flashing that devilish smile. “You know, if you have the time?”

Your heart thudded in your chest as you realized what he was asking. Your throat went dry as you tried to respond, “I - I do- I do have the time.”

“You do,” he repeats, his eyes bright, as he offered you his hand. “Shall we?”

You accepted.

And now, here you are, standing in the middle of the hallway with a bagged lunch and way too many hours until work ends. 

Your phone buzzes and you check it. Already smiling because you see it’s from Slim in your group chat with Edge. You open the text and then quickly swipe out. You look around to see if anyone could have seen your screen, but the rest of the hospital is blissfully ignorant of the large orange cock that was just visible. You feel a second buzz, but this time you just check the preview. It’s Edge, “YOU CANNOT SEND THAT DURING WORK HOURS!”

You giggle as another notification pops up that Slim has sent another image. 

And another buzz with Edge’s reply, “BRAT!”

You decide you must turn your phone off in order to get to work, but you’re going to have lunch alone in your office and share your own photo. You blush thinking about it, but it’s been a while since your chat was not safe for work. Just above Slim’s first text was a grocery list and then funny memes about Mattaton’s new human-friendly game show. 

You always enjoy when things get a little naughty. It can break up the seriousness of the day. But it does have to be regulated to appropriate times. You turn off your phone so you can avoid distraction… at least until lunch. 

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The day just hits different when you spend lunch locked in your office with your top off as you eat. You take pictures and add them to the group chat with your husbands, “Thank you for lunch, Master.”

Slim’s communication is reduced to emojis while Edge’s only reply is, “I am having Driver pick Sugar up tonight from work. You will both receive tasks before dinner to atone for your inappropriate workplace communications.”

You laugh, but also squirm a bit, partially wondering and partially certain of what your punishment will be later today. You get dressed and finish lunch. Slim sends you a video message with him holding a mop next to a stripped bed. “Master’s making me deep clean the house, but all I can smell is your scent on these sheets. And all I can think about is how clean this floor will be for you to kneel on later tonight.”

You blush and turn off your phone again. 

Today is out of control, but you’re not complaining. You just need to finish work without getting distracted…

.. and you do. Despite your personal life being hornier than usual - you MUST be ovulating, you always get feistier when hormones get involved, but will Edge take that as a valid reason for your behavior? - your work life is in complete balance. Everyone here knows their job and though you’ve all been overworked, you can rely on each other. They’re a different kind of family. You look out for each other. And today, Lizz reminds you that you need to leave work on time, “Work will be here tomorrow. Enjoy your special night.”

“It’s just a date night. Nothing special. It’s not our anniversary or anything,” you counter, but still log out of your computer for the day.

“Mmmhmm, nothing special,” Lizz repeats, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “Had lunch alone to text your men. Your soul is glowing like the sun. And you’re wearing one of the sexiest dresses I’ve ever seen you in.”

“Yeah, you know, just another day,” you giggle, because it’s true. Today really hasn’t been that different from your norm - a little raunchier than normal. It’s like all three of you woke up on the sluttier side of the bed this morning, and that is a little more rare. Typically two of you are in a more erotic mood, whether it’s you with one of them or them with each other. There’s even times when all three of you aren’t interested in anything more than cuddles. But that’s normal for any long term relationship. Everything comes in waves and cycles. 

“Braggart,” Lizz playfully sticks out her impressive tongue and shoes you out the door. “Have fun.”

You see Driver waiting for you. They’re a hooded monster who looks more like they’re floating than standing. “Tra la la, time for new beginnings.”

“Good evening, Driver,” you greet them as they open the door to the spacious SUV. 

Edge is already seated in the back seat. He’s changed into a dashing suit with a crimson silk collared shirt. He gestures for you to join him and tells Driver, “Can you go for a walk for a while, old friend? I need to be alone with my wife,” his voice drops to a whisper for just you to hear. “My very naughty wife.”

You shiver at his tone as he pulls you onto his lap. 

“Tri li li, shadows ensure light never gets lonely,” they shut the door and take a walk. You barely notice as Edge claims your mouth with his. His hands groping your breasts and ass. 

You gasp against his mouth as his hand moves under the hem of your dress and up your leg. He growls, “Do you realize how difficult it was to let you leave for work on time?”

You find it more difficult to answer as his fingers rub over your panties, already wet. He smiles. “Good girl. You don’t need these any more.”

He slides your panties down past your knees and then caresses his fingers over your skin as he moves back under your dress to find your clit. You let out a small moan, but are still aware that you’re parked just outside your hospital. “Right here, Master?”

His fingers start to move around you. You bite your lip at how good it feels as he bites your ear and asks, “Would you rather we be in your office where you made the naughty pictures?”

You shake your head as his fingers keep moving. He knows every part of you so well that your breath is already catching.

“I can’t hear you,” he growls as pleasure starts to take over you.

“No, please Master. Take me here,” you answer, breathily, as you grip his shoulders and try not to think about whether anyone can see the car shake. 

“Good girl,” he whispers in your ear as you look out the window to the wall of the hospital. You know your lower half would be completely exposed if it wasn’t for the tinted windows. It’s an exciting and horrifying thought that Edge knows you’re feeling, but it’s part of your punishment. “You’re going to cum for me.”

You’re hardwired to obey. Your body answers his command as you feel the rising pleasure under his skilled hand while his voice is calm and rich, “That’s my girl. Cum for me.”

You do, arching against his palm and he praises you with kisses on your forehead as you lean against his chest. Flush and gasping, you reach down to pull up your panties, but he stops your hand. “We’ve only just started, love.”

Then he picks you up to sit on the seat beside him as he unzips his pants. “I’ve made you a snack before dinner, since you liked your lunch so much.”

You lick your lips as his large red cock glows in front of you. “Thank you, Master.”

You bend down to kiss his tip and then swirl your tongue around him. His magic is warmer than usual, almost hot. You lick him more as if that will cool him down.

“Mmm, yes, your mouth feels amazing,” he praises you as he reaches behind you and pulls your dress up to reveal your ass. You remind yourself no one can see inside the vehicle, but you can’t help thinking about the possible pedestrians. 

One loud group is passing by and you freeze. Edge slaps your ass so loud it echoes in your ears as it stings across your skin and you dip your mouth to the base of his cock in apology. 

“That’s a good girl. Don’t start something at work if you don’t want it to be finished there. Do you understand?” He asks, groping your reddened ass in a deep massage.

“Yes, Master,” you say, muffled with his cock still in your mouth. 

“I feel like I must teach you this lesson every few months,” he spanks you again, and you revel in the sensation. Sliding your tongue up and down his shaft as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, you love feeling his hand falter. The next spanking is a little lighter as he loses himself for a moment in your skill. He forgets to speak, and you’re proud, but you know he won’t cum yet. 

His hand slides between your legs and then deep inside you. “You’re so warm.”

He never cums until you have… again. 

He hooks his fingers inside you. Curling them, he grabs hold of your g-spot and you moan around his cock with each thrust of his hand. “Good girl.”

He starts a rhythm that you follow with your mouth, up and down over his length as your tongue presses along sensitive areas. “You’re so good at that.”

You moan again as his fingers inside you persist. “Good girl, you’re so close. Let me have it.”

Your legs start to shake, and you brace yourself on his leg and hip as you cum with his cock still in your mouth. You suck, squeezing your lips around him. You grope through his pants to find his sensitive tailbone and caress it. It’s the closest to milking a prostate you can get with a skeleton. 

He jumps in your mouth as you find the right angle. You’re thrilled you can make him feel as good as you do when he says, “Yes, don’t stop.”

You don’t, and he gushes inside your mouth. You swallow, enjoying your prize. His magic bursts down your throat like pop rocks, tingling inside you until his cock dissipates around your mouth. Magic disperses back inside him as you lick your lips.

You look up at him licking his fingers that had been inside you. “You are so delicious, Sugar.”

“You too, Master,” you straddle his hips and don’t care that your dress is now above your waist. You kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. 

“Maybe I should not make your punishments so enjoyable,” he smiles. “I do not think you are learning your lesson.”

“Oh I am, Master,” you press your body against his as you revel in the aftermath of two orgasms quaking through your nervous system. “I just forget when I’m ovulating. Will you forgive my biological programming to attract my mates?”

You gasp as you feel him erect again, between your legs spread over his waist. His tip pressing between your lips. “Master? You’ve never -“

He cuts you off while locking eyes with yours, “And what if I were also ‘biologically programmed’ in the same way right now?”

You don’t know what to say as his words sink in and his hands dig into your hips. Angling you over his cock, you feel the warmth of his tip, burning between your lips. 

“What if I wanted to breed you, right here?” He guides your hips to circle around him. Teasing you both, but not moving himself inside. 

He’s truly asking you, and you’re speechless. After two orgasms, your mind is in a fog and your body… your body is ready, willing, and able. But you don’t move beyond his tip. Not if he means it. That requires actual conscious thought. He acknowledges your response, “Not here.”

“But,” you cling to his shoulders, not wanting him to stop. “Maybe later? After we’ve talked about it?”

“You want to talk about it?” He smiles so genuinely that you melt, dropping yourself lower, taking his whole head inside you. 

You both moan at how good it feels. 

“You’re so perfect,” he growls, pulling your hips down further until you have all of him inside you. His cock burns like a rod against your womb. 

You both sit there in silent enjoyment and kiss. His tongue dancing inside your mouth and you surrender yourself to him. He pulls off your dress and bra so you’re completely naked. “My treasure.”

You blush as he remains clothed but worships your body: sucking your breasts and groping your curves as you ride him. All you can do is grip his shoulders for support as he hits your g-spot with each thrust. 

You moan and know the SUV is obviously bouncing. There will be no question to any outsiders what is going on, but you don’t care anymore. You burn, and every thrust and touch appeases the need inside you both. 

You find the perfect angle, and Edge lets you set the pace as you find the rhythm to cum. “That’s it, good girl.”

But as you get close, he’s getting quiet. His head rolling back and his fingers digging into your skin. 

“Cum with me, Master?” You ask, and he nods, getting hotter and hotter inside you. 

You cum and he takes over, thrusting into your orgasm as you ride each wave until he cums as well, pooling like lava deep within you. It lingers longer than usual, but eventually it disappears along with his cock. 

But maybe sometime soon it’ll … stay ? Is that what you want or is it hormones controlling your brain? 

You’ve only ever talked about children in passing or as day dreams. You know hybrid children can happen. You’ve seen humans give birth with their monster partners in the hospital. You’ve looked over current research being done on whether ultrasounds are safe for magically created fetuses. You know you’d opt for a monster midwife. You met one recently (probably not by coincidence) at the last Royal gathering Edge brought you to. So you’ve made some plans. And you know pregnancy and raising children is easier with more support. Polyamorous parents typically have less stress in that regard. 

It’s a big step… but so was getting married, writing a book, leading a research team… you can handle big steps, especially with Slim and Edge by your side.

And you want to create a being made from all three of you. 

You nuzzle your head in the crook of Edge’s neck as his hands trace circles on your back, “I love you. I do not think I say it enough.”

“But I know,” you look up at him, kissing his jaw. “Every meal you make and routine you build for us shows us how much you care. You’re a man of action.”

“Action,” he repeats with a grin, kissing your forehead. “Do you think that is a good quality in a father?”

“Of course!” You look him in the eyes now as doubt is etched in his scarred face. “Do you think you won’t be a good father?”

“I did not have a great example,” Edge sighs, petting the back of your head as his eyes look past you to a far off memory. “Neither did Slim.”

You reach up to cradle his face in your hands,  bringing him back to the present. His eyes refocus on you as you say, “And you learned kindness from each other instead.”

“And found you,” he covers your hands with his. “You are our heart.”

“And you both are mine,” you kiss and shiver as you realize you are still naked. “May I put on my clothes, Master?”

“You may,” he chuckles as you both note how your clothing has been flown all over the car. “I will call back Driver and confirm Slim has finished his chores so he can join us.”

“He told me you gave him deep cleaning duty,” you say as you bend over to pick up your underwear from the ground. Edge swats your cheeks playfully. They each have the shape of his hand imprinted on them. You’ll feel the effect of his spanking all night. 

“He had too much free time on his hands,” Edge says, tossing you your bra. 

“Looked like he had his hands full to me,” you joke, referring to the first picture he sent you both in the morning. 

“Indeed,” Edge agrees as he takes out his phone to text Slim and Driver. But you can tell by the small  smile on his face that he’s scrolling through the pictures in your group chat first. 

~*~*~*~*~

Your husbands decided to take you to your favorite place: the butterfly garden restaurant, Acraea. It used to only be open during day when you could stroll through the flowers and trees with butterflies flying around you in the dozens. Sometimes they would land on your hand or head. Gentle creatures just looking for a moment’s rest. 

Lunch would be in the observatory where you could see the gardens on one side and overhead while on the other was a lab where they housed the cocoons and any butterflies needing medical attention or care. 

Now that the restaurant got a new partner of the monster-kind, it’s open in the evenings as well. They expanded their moth collection and hired magic weavers to project butterflies made of brightly patterned light. It’s mesmerizing to walk through with Edge holding your hand. He has reserved the glass gazebo, a table inside the gardens itself and separate from the restaurant proper. 

Slim greets you at the table with a smirk, “Head a little clearer, Master?”

You blush at how quickly Slim can tell you’ve had sex. Edge pulls a chair out for you to sit and you only wince momentarily as you remember your punishment. Then the waitress comes in to set down a pitcher of hibiscus and rose water with some petals still floating inside. 

Edge orders for the table. He has all your favorite plates memorized. You notice no alcohol is ordered and smile. Anytime you have a sober dinner it means your Master is looking for absolute consent when you get home. 

But will tonight’s request be about breeding? 

You can’t keep your curiosity quiet any longer, “So how do skeletons breed with a human? We’ve never talked about the details.”

Slim spit out his water in surprise, “I thought we were going to tell her together?”

“My head wasn’t, clear ,” Edge chuckles at his own joke as Slim rolls his eyes. 

“And we’ve been together for almost six years. Have you two been in heat before or is your mating cycle just that long?” You add.

“Length is such a relative term when talking to a human who mates year round. Ovulating every month,” Slim fans himself. “Not that I mind, it always meant you’d be in sync with us when our heat came back.”

“Came back?” You ask, but the waitress has returned with appetizers. You all take a few minutes to enjoy the food. 

Then, Edge answers your question, “Our cycle is longer, but the last time it arrived we had just been married.”

“So we took a trip without you,” Slim adds.

“The Royal conference wasn’t real?” You cut in remembering them both being gone for two weeks.

“Oh it was real boring,” Slim jokes, chucking a fried goat cheese ball with fig jam into his mouth. “Neither of us had planned on going, but it seemed a great way to kill a sex drive.”

“Do not talk with your mouth full,” Edge cuts in and looks at you. “You see, we did not want to breed without you, and you both were in a transitional period at work. So we resolved to wait until the next one.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” you ask, but you’re not entirely surprised they had kept this from you. You all went to couples therapy about a year afterwards to resolve this very issue: them making decisions as a partnership rather than a trio. They didn’t mean to do it. But since they’ve been together for so long before you, they forget to include you.  Sometimes it seems like telepathy, but, thankfully the therapy helped open communication. They made an effort to think aloud and explain their reasonings. You also learned to express your feelings better. 

It’s how you can have this conversation now: speaking your desires and thoughts instead of keeping it inside. 

“There had been a plan to tell you, but then you started ovulating and,” Edge pauses, trying to find the right words. 

Slim fills in, “We were not prepared for the urges your human cycle would have on us. So we ran.”

“We ran,” Edge nods in agreement, with a blush creeping on his cheeks. 

You lean back in your chair. “You fled… from my uterus?”

“But never Uranus,” Slim jokes as his eyes slide downwards. 

“And now?” You look back and forth between both of them. 

“We are… better prepared,” Edge answers.

“Well fucking regularly helps,” Slim adds and then ducks his head from Edge’s annoyed gaze as he realizes the main course has arrived and the waitress along with others carrying plates had heard him. 

You blush and thank the servers. Everything looks delicious, but you notice neither of them have moved to eat. Instead they’re looking at each other. Telepathy, again. They don’t have it, but they do. And at this point so do you. They’re waiting until you’re alone again. There’s something big they want to ask. 

You wait, and finally Edge asks, “Would you be interested in bearing the child?”

“I could do it instead,” Slim pipes in. “But - um - you have a smaller window of opportunity than I do.”

Ah, that’s why they started acting strange: they hate talking about the difference between your two species’ lifespans. Skeletons can live for hundreds of years, but you cannot. 

“Would our children live longer?” You ask, trying not to be jealous of the answer. 

“Many hybrid children do. The magic preserves them,” Edge nods.

“And their mother,” Slim adds, but Edge gives out a warning sound. Slim ignores it. “I’ve been researching it, looking in some of the old tomes underground. There’s histories of humans living longer than a century when they embody magic to bear hybrids. But Edge doesn’t want that to be a reason for you to have them, but I think it’s a damn good one.”

“Your research isn’t conclusive, it’s conjecture from a few tales from the past!” Edge snarls at Slim and then looks back at you with a sigh. “It could be false. And we could still lose you too soon.”

You stand up and walk over to Edge. He pushes out his chair so you can sit sideways in his lap. For a moment you’re reminded of your recent intimacy in the car, as his arms wrap around you, but then his forehead touches yours and you breathe in each other’s space. 

It’s an exercise you both used to stay present, to remember each moment is a gift. It’s how you usually handle the end of this particular conversation. Because to an outsider, his sudden outburst would seem small, but Edge doesn’t allow trivial things to bother him. He’s spent years controlling his temper. 

“I love you “ he whispers. He really is making an effort to say it more. 

“I know,” you kiss him and feel security in his arms as well as offering it in return. Slim walks up behind Edge’s chair, and you reach out to him. His hand cups your, and he kisses the back of your palm. 

“I’m sorry, Boss,” Slim put his hand on Edge’s shoulder. 

He’s your Dom, your strength and support, and his greatest weakness is the idea of losing either of you. The thought can cripple him. You’ve seen it. But he’s working on it and you help by recognizing these small moments for what they are: cracks that need patching before they become something bigger. 

You close your eyes, feeling the closeness of your husbands. Your family. Your life. 

“I will have the baby,” you confirm. Not for Edge or Slim or possibly a longer life. You want to. You’ve wanted to. 

You spent a long time talking to that turtle monster midwife a few weeks ago.

Slim’s hand squeezes yours as Edge hugs you closer. You don’t know how long you stay that way, but no one interrupts you. Your eyes follow the luminescent butterflies floating above the gazebo even as you resume dinner. 

Edge and Slim move your chair between them and every now and then they feed you something from their plate. 

You don’t mind the attention as both of them have a hand on either of your knees. They keep control of themselves until dessert.

“Good timing, I needed some Sugar, Master?” Slim asks. 

“Indeed.” Then both of them slide their hands under your dress. You gasp holding onto their arms as they tear away the bottom of your panties. 

“Such fragile material,” Edge whispers in your ear as Slim claims your clit, and you start to moan. “Good girl.”

Edge’s fingers slide easily inside you. “You were ready for me.”

You roll your head back, helpless as they pleasure you from the outside and in. Your eyes fill with butterflies as you bite your lip to try and stop your moans, but soon the gazebo is echoing with them. They make you cum again and again relentlessly until you’re dazed and unable to form words. 

They lick their fingers, pleased with themselves as they eat dessert and feed you little bites. 

They box everything up (they never waste food) and send it home with Driver. Slim teleports the three of you home, directly into your bathroom, dark except for the night light on the wall. 

“You look bone tired , wifey,” Slim jokes, as you all help each other take off your clothes with long gropes and even longer kisses. 

It’s true, all the food and orgasms of the day have caught up to you even as the room fills with red and orange glows as their cocks illuminate the darkness and your skin. 

“No breeding tonight,” Edge sets the rules as they kiss above your head. Sandwiching you between them as they grope your breasts and rub their cocks along your stomach and ass. You moan inside Edge’s ribs and allow yourself to run on autopilot. Safe from big decisions, you start to suck on the base of Edge’s sternum, a sensitive spot and one that has you bending over just slightly to press Slim’s cock against your ass. 

“Oh Sugar,” Slim moans as you hear him open some nearby lube as Edge leads you into the shower with him. Slim takes a seat in the back of the shower behind you. He pulls your back towards him, and strokes your ass hole with slippery fingers that soon leads to a slippery cock. 

Edge manipulates your sensitive clit and supports you as you take Slim inside, deeper and deeper. 

“Oh wow,” is all Slim can manage as his magic burns with heat inside your tight channel. 

“Good girl,” Edge encourages you as you take more and more of Slim’s cock until you’re seated in his lap, completely pinned to him.

Then Edge kneels in front of you and glides his cock inside your vagina. Water washes over you through his ribcage. 

You shake from the complete fullness of both of them deep inside you; then Edge starts to thrust and you lose all thought. All three of your bodies become one under Edge’s rhythm. He kisses while groping Slim whose hands are milking your breasts as if you’d already be producing some. 

You cum, but they don’t stop. They can’t stop. Driven by nature, they both thrust deep inside you until you’re filled with their cum, burning to impregnate you, but without the ability to… for now. 

Proper showering eventually happens, but the touching doesn’t stop. And even as you lie down to bed and you’re delirious with exhaustion and joy, Edge buries himself deep inside you so his cock can rest next to your womb. 

He’d wake you up a few times that night to spill more of his seed inside you, and even though it dissipated, your vagina would soon be full of Slim doing the same.

You didn’t mind the restless sleep. You called out of work and so did Edge. But each time one of them came inside, your mind began to wish the sperm would stay. And each time, their magic stayed inside you a little longer. 

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You wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking downstairs, and Slim kissing your neck. His tongue slips around your collar as he says, “I’m hungry.”

You don’t know how he could be after last night, but his body still burns like a fever. His warm bones grope your breasts as he bites you playfully, licking and nipping at your skin. 

You feel his desire in your very soul, pulsing like a second heart. Making his hunger yours. 

You want to devour his tongue inside your mouth and consume every inch of him between your legs. You pull him against you so tightly that you’re sure to have bruising imprints of his skeleton across your skin, but you don’t care. 

You just want to become one. 

“Oh, Sugar,” Slim moans as his cock burns inside you, electrifying your g-spot, and vibrating through every nerve in your walls. It beckons you to open yourself to his seed, and you consent - as you have all night - cumming around his cock. But this time your orgasm takes more than your breath away. Rippling across your body, you feel a release in your chest and the room fills with green light that you can see even through your closed eyelids.

“You summoned it,” Slim whispers, shocked. His body stills as yours pulses with the aftermath of your release. It takes a long moment before you can open your eyes and see your soul floating between you and Slim. 

It’s like a tiny green star. 

“I did?” you ask, still breathless and fighting the fog your brain is in as you try to focus on this revelation rather than his erection pressing inside you. 

You’ve never been able to summon your soul by yourself. Your husbands have tried to teach you, but to wield one’s soul is an act of magic. And that just doesn’t come easily to most humans, including you. For years, you’d been doing exercises in meditation and self-reflection. 

You never thought your first act of magic would be with an orgasm. Figures.

“But, we- uh - we need to put this back,” Slim says, reluctantly, as his hand hovers over your soul. You gasp as his palm gently touches its surface. He  tries to push it back towards your body, but you moan at the contact and squeeze around his cock. It feels like he’s touching every part of you at once.

His eyes lock onto yours. You can feel his heat through his hand. His need… the desire to breed you. And you gasp as this brief connection also shares the pleasure he’s feeling being inside you. 

When you move your hips, you’re feeling both the pleasure from your g-spot and his pleasure… he’s so close, and you can feel it. 

He can feel you. 

It’s overwhelming to you both: the desire, the instinct. 

A second glow fills the room. It’s orange and beaming in Slim’s chest, behind his rib cage: his soul. 

It wants to come out. And somehow, you know if his soul touches yours, you’ll make a baby. 

Every nerve and beat of your heart is saying “YES!” And you know Slim feels the same. 

But not without Edge. 

Slim yells out in determination as he slams your soul down into your chest and holds his own soul back. Then he cums deep and long, flooding inside you. And you feel his climax as if it were your own. You grip his hand on your chest as your connection lingers, shaking you both to your core as you realize what you both almost did. 

“Wow,” you laugh a bit as he collapses around you in a rattle of exhausted bones. 

“Yeah,” he sighs in relief. “That was close.”

“WHAT IS THE YELLING ABOUT?” Edge barges in with his apron still on. It’s black with red flaming letters embroidered on the front that reads, “Eat Up, Bitches.”

“Is breakfast ready?” Slim asks, still slumped around you as his cum slowly dissolves inside you. 

“That did not answer my question,” Edge walks over and smacks Slim’s tailbone with a spatula. 

“Unsanitary!” Slim yelps, crawling off of you to rub his sore backside. 

You look up at Edge who’s both admiring the view of you beneath him and examining you from afar. “The yell sounded unnaturally intense, but you do not seem to have incurred any damage.”

“I did not lose control!” Slim announces, proud of himself while he rubs his tailbone. 

“But I did, Master,” you confess, looking at Slim who nods back. This needs to be brought up, even if he might be disappointed he missed it. “I summoned my soul, Sir.”

There’s a long pause as the information sinks in. Edge’s face is unmoving, and you’re not sure if you should say more but you start, “I’m sorry-“

Edge cuts you off with a finger against your lips. “I could not be more proud of you.”

You melt under his praise, and he kisses you. His forehead bumping yours as Slim crawls up next to you. 

Slim grabs your hand and then Edge’s as your Master whispers, “I am going to feed you, and then we are going to make a baby.”

“Breakfast in bed?” Slim asks, and you giggle as Edge rolls his eyes. 

“You are the laziest of bones,” he scolds, but consents. You laugh at how this heat has Edge giving in to Slim’s whims more easily these last few days. 

As Edge heads back down the stairs, Slim wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap to cuddle as he says, “He’s going to be a really great dad.”

“Mmmhmm,” you agree and rest your back against his chest as he holds you. His head resting atop yours. “We haven’t talked about how you feel in all this: becoming a father.”

“I have wanted to be a father for a long time,” Slim sighs, happily, hugging you with a squeeze. 

You look up at him surprised. “You’ve never mentioned it.”

“Neither of you were ready,” Slim kisses your nose. “But that night we met in the hospital, I knew I had found the missing piece to our family.”

You raise an eyebrow, a bit skeptical. “You two were already an amazing couple without me. In fact, I believe Lizz called you THE Power Couple of the Underground.”

Slim smirks and shakes his head, pulling you closer to him. “We had power, but we were lost in it. And then we came up here to the surface. We could start a new life, but Edge couldn’t see himself outside the guard and I…” he brushes a stray hair out of your face. “I didn’t know what I was searching for. I started the Lost & Found business to help others, and put my tracking skills to a different use…”

His eyes wander off for a moment, remembering a past you know he doesn’t want to repeat out loud. You find his hand and squeeze it in yours. His eyes refocus on you, and he smiles. “That night when we were helping that kid, I met the version of myself I was looking for,” He kisses you, petting your hair as he continues, “With you: a woman who overcomes tragedy by being kind and seeing the kindness in others.”

He pauses to wipe away the tears gathering in your eyes. “You’re so sweet.”

“Because you let me be, Sugar,” he kisses you tenderly and hugs you closer to him. “Soon to be mother of my child.”

You blush at how quickly your body reacts to his statement as his eyes regain their mischievous glint. He cups your breast and squeezes it up to his mouth. “When will these produce milk?”

“DO NOT EAT OUR WIFE. I HAVE BREAKFAST RIGHT HERE!” Edge calls from the doorway, balancing multiple trays on his arms. 

Slim chomps playfully on your breast. You can tell he’s trying to fit as much of you in his mouth that he can for dramatic effect, and you giggle. Then stop as he sneaks to fingers between your legs. “Oh!”

He swirls his fingers around inside you and then pulls them out with a muffled message to Edge as his mouth remains firmly around your breast. 

“You are not making sense,” Edge deadpans in response to Slim’s ridiculousness. He puts the trays of food on the end of the bed and then crosses his arms and looks down at Slim around you. His wet fingers are still pointed in Edge’s direction. “Do not speak with your mouth full.”

It is an order. Slim obeys, reluctantly. He takes one long suck of your nipple before he releases your breast from his jaws and repeats, “I said, Sugar has already made my breakfast. She’s quite delicious this morning. Do you want to taste her, Master?”

“I’m always delicious,” You joke, rolling your eyes, trying to regain your composure while you’re still sitting in Slim’s lap. You try to get off of him, but his other arm squeezes you tightly, keeping you in place.

“More delicious than usual. You taste like magic.”

Edge’s brow bone raises. “Does she?” He bends down to lick Slim’s fingers. He smiles. “You do.”

“Wha- what does that mean?” You ask, stuttering under the hungry gaze Edge is now giving you as Slim kisses your neck. The warmth of his body is increasing again. 

“It means we’ve made you ready,” Slim answers, slipping his hand back inside you, pulling it out and then licking himself clean. He dips his hand back to do it again, but Edge swats him away while handing him a plat of food. 

“Do not let this get cold. We have plenty of time for breeding after breakfast,” Edge orders, then he picks you up and puts you in his lap instead. You can feel his erection through his pajama pants, but he remains calm as you settle your naked self on top of him. Your feet dangle over the edge of the bed as Edge’s remain firmly planted on the ground. 

He kisses you on the cheek, and offers you a plate. “Eat up, my love. You’ll need your strength for what I’m going to do to you next.”

You find it difficult to eat when you’re blushing so hard, but Edge made quite an array of food. It is nothing too heavy, but it’s balanced and, of course, has bacon. Edge offers you a piece and you eat it from his hand. Showing your appreciation, you lick his fingers. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Edge responds, feeding you a piece of fruit this time. You accept, taking his fingers into your mouth again and enjoying how it makes his cock jump underneath you. “Good girl.”

He keeps feeding and praising you as Slim eats his food quickly and crawls to the end of the bed where you both are sitting. He kneels between your legs and looks up at Edge for permission, “I finished the breakfast you made me, Boss, but may I finish the breakfast Sugar made?”

He nods, and supports your hand holding your plate as Slim’s head dips between your legs and starts to lick your clit. 

“Oh,” you try to put your plate down, but Edge insists, “Finish your breakfast.”

There’s only a few bites left but… Slim’s tongue is…

“Slim, practice control and eat slower,” Edge orders and then drops his voice next to your ear. “After all, we have all day. Eat up.”

You both reluctantly obey. Knowing your Master is right, you try to ignore how hot Edge’s cock is through his pants while Slim languidly licks your clit with slow circles that dip inside you and around your lips. 

His bratty self can’t help but elongate his tongue to hook around to your gspot and give it a good smack. You jump and your Master has to readjust as you fall back against his cock. 

Edge gives Slim a whack on the head, and he cools down, but only after swirling his tongue deep inside you once more. 

You eat your food in the littlest bites to make sure you keep it down. It is delicious. And when you finish Edge praises you by taking your plate away and massaging your shoulders and neck. 

You feel like a queen with all the attention. Melting under Edge’s skilled hands and Slim’s equally skilled mouth. 

They take their time and enjoy your small moans and purrs. 

Edge’s hands eventually move to your chest. Groping your breasts and pinching your nipples, Edge commands, “It is time for you to cum.”

Slim takes the cue to be more direct around your clit, and it doesn’t take long for you to obey, but neither stop. “Good girl. Again.”

You shiver underneath their attention and feel their bodies burning around you as you cum again. 

You can barely breathe. 

“Again.”

You try to say you can’t, but the words won’t form as your body reveals it absolutely can. 

“I want you to summon your soul again,” Edge whispers in your ear as your next orgasm is rising. 

“I… don’t know how I did it,” you answer honestly, while jutting your hips against Slim’s mouth as he sucks on your sensitive clit. 

“Instinct, love. Focus on your desire to be bred,” Edge answers before twisting your nipples and biting your neck.

You moan against their mouths, so warm against your skin. But nothing compares to the heat of Edge’s cock beneath you. It’s stopped only by the thin cotton of the pajama pants he put on to cook. 

“Don’t you wish I was inside you right now?” Your Master whispers as your legs start to shake. 

“Yes,” You close your eyes, gripping both of them, and imagining Edge’s cock bursting through his pants and claiming you. 

“Good girl, keep thinking about taking me inside you… and taking Slim too.”

You cum at the thought of both of them at once, filling you with their seed. And again you feel your soul rush out of your chest. 

“Beautiful,” Edge kisses your neck as your soul hovers above all three of you. Slim kisses your inner thigh in praise. “Good girls get rewards. Slim, prepare the swing.”

Slim obeys. His bones give a small crack as he gets off his knees. He stretches with his cock fully erect, and he winks at you both staring at him as he bends down to pull out the swing equipment packed under the bed. It’s in one of the many clearly labeled containers. Edge’s organization is found in all aspects of the house. 

Slim uses telekinesis for most of the setup, but your attention is stolen by Edge who gropes your breast while circling your clit with calm, light strokes. He instructs you to look at your soul. “See how she pulses with your desire?”

You nod, watching your soul light up as he touches all the right areas. Edge continues to narrate, “Your soul does that every time you get excited about anything.”

He kisses your neck and whispers, “I’ve watched your soul glow inside you when you talk about helping people or discovering something new… I could watch you glow all day.”

You blush at his sweet words as his hands become more insistent. “But I never knew how utterly irresistible you would be when you light up at the thought of having my child.”

You cum again under his hands and his words. The room fills with the green light of your soul. “My treasure.”

You shake in the lap of your Master and husband as he kisses your neck and hugs you tightly. “I’m so proud of you.”

You both watch under your green light as Slim finishes setting up the swing. His orange soul appears in his chest as he looks at you both sitting there on the bed. 

Daylight filters into the room through semi-closed blinds in the window, but your vision fills with orange light as Slim pulls his soul from his rib cage and lets it float up to yours. 

Edge does the same from behind you.

Red light. Orange light. Green…

You’re surrounded body and soul. 

Nothing could have prepared you for this moment as Edge carries you to the swing and they both shower you with kisses and gropes as they sit you down. Slim adjusts the back support strap to keep you seated upright. Edge spreads your legs and secures your feet in the stirrups. Then he takes a step back and undresses from the pajamas he had worn to cook. 

You swoon as this handsome, rugged skeleton stands naked between your legs. The keys to your collars, drilled into his own collar bones, glint under the lights of your souls dancing above you. 

“You are so precious to me,” Edge steps forward, his cock burning against your thigh as his fingers caress your cheek. His soul touches yours…

Love. An overwhelming feeling of his love fills your chest as he kisses you. His cock sliding into you with ease as you welcome him with your very soul, he shudders against your lips as he says your name. 

It’s magic. Feeling all of him: his worry, his confidence, his love, his fear, his desire as he pushes himself deep inside of you. 

My treasure. You hear it over your whole body rather than from his lips, still pressed to yours as he reaches out behind you and pulls Slim against you. My family. 

Slim’s soul joins yours and you cry out in surprise as you feel them both. He positions himself to join Edge inside you. Crushed between the two of them, body and soul, you feel it all. Their love. Their lust. Their cocks rubbing against each other inside your stretched walls. Slim gropes your breasts for both pleasure and support as his knees buckle at how incredible it feels to be inside you with his Master. 

Let’s make a baby. You grip the felted chain of the swing as Edge begins to thrust along Slim’s cock and every pleasure point within you. 

You all moan under each pounding sensation. 

You feel their souls beckon to be inside yours as you start to cum. And you let them with a resounding Yes! that you’re not sure if you say out loud. 

You all become one entity. Both of them pouring their seed inside you with an orgasm that feels like an eternity: a thousand lifetimes in a breath. 

And you know you’ve conceived. 

Your souls combined into a white, hot light that shot into your womb like a falling star. 

Your child. 

You did it. And your husbands can feel it too. 

Together, exhausted, you swing back and forth with their cocks still deep inside you. Not wanting to leave. They both just sway, squishing you between them as they hug you, caressing you just above your womb.

We did it. 

You can feel each other’s joy, radiating pleasure, as life forms inside of you. 

How long you all stayed that way, you’re not sure. But you have never felt so complete. It is difficult to cope with the emptiness when they finally pull out, but soon you’re carried to the bed and cuddled by both of them. 

Sweet kisses and caresses turn into drooping eyelids and relaxed muscles. 

“Sleep,” Edge whispers to you as he kisses your forehead and Slim continues to rub your back. “Building a magical child will take a lot of energy.”

“And we’ll support you every step of the way,” Slim adds as you give in to a blissful exhaustion.