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It was the alcohol.
Alcohol was the culprit behind the current state of affairs that evening; it was entirely to blame. It had clouded Cyno’s judgement, practically forcing him to divulge his deepest, darkest fantasy aloud.
And yet, despite his blunder, Cyno couldn’t find it within himself to regret anything that was said.
— At least, not when the General Mahamatra was currently naked in Alhaitham’s bedroom; situated on his hands and knees atop Alhaitham’s bed; and caught in the greatest, as well as the hottest, spit roast known to mankind.
Needless to say, the experience itself far exceeded Cyno’s every ‘threesome fantasy’.
— Especially because of how it involved two of the sexiest, most distinguished and established characters to ever exist in Sumeru.
Additionally, both men were very well-endowed.
At present, Alhaitham selfishly wrecked the General Mahamatra’s tight, little cunt from behind, while Kaveh passionately destroyed Cyno’s warm throat.
It felt so stupidly good that Cyno could hardly draw a single coherent thought.
— Certainly not when Alhaitham had both hands firmly braced on Cyno’s narrow hips, while Kaveh held onto Cyno’s skull as though it was his lifeline.
The Spantamad felt as though he was destined to be crushed beneath the fervent grasps of the pair.
Needless to say, the two men treated the small body of the General Mahamatra as though it was nothing more than their own, personal cocksleeve - and Cyno absolutely loved it.
Each time Alhaitham slammed his hips into Cyno, the Matra was forced to swallow more of Kaveh’s thick shaft. Which, in turn, would pull a breathy, shuddering sigh from Kaveh.
“Such a good little cocksucker. It’s like you were made for this, Cyno.” Kaveh whined, fingers sinking into thick, ivory locks.
With his fists in Cyno’s hair, Kaveh took the liberty of guiding the General Mahamatra further down his engorged shaft.
“I’ll say. You make for a better hole than a Matra.” Alhaitham grunted, exertion evident in his tone. With that said, the scribe pressed his lips against the shell of Cyno’s ear.
The General Mahamatra shuddered, feeling both the weight and heat of Alhaitham’s toned chest against his small back, as well as his warm breath against his cheek.
As he continued, the voice of the Haravatat was low and gravelly; a seductive whisper. “Maybe I can employ you as my personal cockwarmer, hm? That’d certainly motivate me to want to work more.”
Alhaitham chuckled.
With that said, Cyno felt his pussy throb as he imagined being promoted to Alhaitham’s personal pocket-pussy.
— Every day, while Alhaitham was busy organizing and reviewing records and important documents in his office, Cyno would have his own station beneath Alhaitham’s desk, where he would carry out his own duties; that is, servicing the Grand Scribe’s thick, heavy cock from morning to nightfall.
If Kaveh’s member wasn’t already crammed down Cyno’s throat, the General Mahamatra would salivate at the thought.
Kaveh rolled his eyes. “Ugh. Haven’t you spent enough time with Cyno’s pussy? It should be my turn now.”
“Haven’t you ever heard the expression: ‘good things are bound for those who wait’?” Alhaitham huffed, clearly unimpressed.
“As a matter of fact, I have. And I believe I’ve waited long enough.” Kaveh established, eyes narrowed.
Alhaitham offered a hum. Just then, a wonderful idea surfaced in the brilliant mind of the scribe.
“Well, there’s no use fighting over it.” He sighed, straightening his position. His larger body no longer eclipsed that of the General Mahamatra.
Nevertheless, Cyno whined at the unexpected loss. The noise pulled a grunt from Kaveh, as the sound reverberated around his engulfed cock.
Kaveh blinked, obviously taken aback. “That’s surprising. Are you actually yielding to the desires of someone other than yourself for once?”
However, the expression was quickly traded for a look of suspicion. “Just what are you planning?”
With that said, both Kaveh and Cyno were caught off guard as Alhaitham effortlessly pulled the small body of the Spantamad into himself.
Cyno offered a gurgled cry, meanwhile Kaveh gasped, as the architect’s cock was pulled from the comfortable depths of Cyno’s esophagus.
— Having traded the warm throat of the General Mahamatra for the frigid temperature of the bedroom, Kaveh’s cock twitched in response; as if mourning the loss.
Nevertheless, just before Kaveh could argue, the sight that now awaited him went straight to his neglected dick.
With his hands braced against the back of tanned knees, Alhaitham had Cyno’s legs spread wide open, unabashedly exposing where the couple were currently connected.
— Cyno cried out as the newfound position forced Alhaitham’s cock to penetrate deeper. Saliva trailed down his chin.
Kaveh audibly gulped.
Alhaitham’s huge cock was stretching Cyno’s small pussy impossibly wide; it was so wet and messy, including Cyno’s plump thighs.
In addition, the clitoris of the Matra stood proud above where Alhaitham was nestled; red and swollen and needy. Kaveh yearned to suck on the fleshy bundle of nerves; he wanted to make Cyno scream and cry.
“I’m sure Cyno has enough room for the both of us. Why not take advantage?” Alhaitham calmly stated, his tone inviting.
“W-What?” Cyno squeaked, his gaze trained on Kaveh’s large member, which throbbed with interest.
Alhaitham’s cock alone was stretching him out plenty - Cyno couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like if Kaveh slotted himself inside as well.
Nevertheless, as much as the thought terrified Cyno, it also excited him further.
Alhaitham relinquished a shuddering breath. “You just got tighter, Cyno. Does the idea excite you? You want both of our cocks inside of you - stirring up and making a mess of this slutty little cunt?”
The Haravatat emphasized his words with a small, upwards thrust of his hips. Of course, the action pulled a whimper from Cyno.
The Spantamad responded with an involuntary nod of his head.
Kaveh stared for several beats of silence, before realization dawned on him. As if having been in some sort of trance, the blonde shook his head.
“N-No way! Not a chance! First of all, I don’t want to hurt Cyno. And secondly, I don’t want mine touching yours!” Kaveh protested, nose wrinkled in disgust.
“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Kaveh. Maybe Cyno can convince you?” Alhaitham smirked devilishly. “That is, if that’s what he really wants.”
Cyno cried out, spine going rigid, as Alhaitham took one of his nipples between his fingers and squeezed - hard.
Kaveh blushed at the lewd sound that was pulled from Cyno’s throat; which was rubbed raw, as that was where Kaveh’s cock had been not several seconds ago.
With a heavy pant, Cyno allowed his body to limply fall forward. As expected, Kaveh hadn’t hesitated to reach out and catch him.
The General Mahamatra held the sturdy arms of the Kshahrewar tightly; the expression of the Matra was unreadable, as he had allowed his head to lull forward.
However, as Cyno spoke, he raised his head so as to return Kaveh’s worried gaze; his expression was feverish and desperate, as he sunk his fingernails into the flesh of Kaveh’s arms.
“Nn. Please, Kaveh. Give it to me~ ♡ Haa, I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’ll go crazy if I don’t have your dick inside of me~ I want it~ ♡”
Kaveh moaned as small fingers expertly curled around his hard shaft; still wet with Cyno’s saliva. With a stifled moan, the General Mahamatra slowly started to work Kaveh’s erection with his hand.
After several long strokes, Kaveh allowed himself to be led by the cock, as Cyno pulled him closer.
The Spantamad fell backwards into Alhaitham, as he slowly encouraged the crown of Kaveh’s member to touch the stretched, irritated lining of his pussy.
In the meantime, Alhaitham pressed wet kisses to Cyno’s neck and shoulders, large hands still holding bronzed legs open.
“See, Kaveh? Our little slut, Cyno, wants it.” Alhaitham muttered into Cyno’s flesh, before sucking bruises into it.
Kaveh grimaced when his cock brushed against Alhaitham’s shaft. However, the General Mahamatra quickly worked to distract him.
With a hitched breath, Cyno slid one hand along one of Kaveh’s cheekbones and encouraged him to lean forward, effectively pulling him into a deep kiss.
As the couple kissed, with Cyno inviting Kaveh’s tongue between his teeth, the Matra wasted no time pressing the soft head of Kaveh’s cock into his abused hole.
Lubricated in saliva, the member easily slid against Alhaitham’s own as it slowly and snugly breached the tight, slippery orifice; which pulled a sound from both men.
On the other hand, Cyno cried into Kaveh’s mouth as his sore cunt was stretched further around both cocks. Tan hands instinctively sunk into the thick, golden locks that were draped over the back of Kaveh’s neck.
Cyno felt as though he was about to burst. He was too full.
A bridge of saliva collapsed between their tongues, as Cyno abruptly broke the kiss so as to moan and cry aloud.
“Oh fuck!”
Nevertheless, the architect dazedly continued to press kisses to the underside of Cyno’s chin, which was pointed towards the ceiling, as well as the column of his exposed throat.
“So beautiful…” Kaveh murmured from over Cyno’s shoulder, as the Matra hugged him around his neck for dear life.
With his legs still supported and held in the air by Alhaitham, Kaveh watched with a shudder of excitement as Cyno’s toes curled.
— For the umpteenth time that evening, Cyno had cum hard - except, this time around, it was on both of their cocks.
With that said, Alhaitham and Kaveh continued to press sloppy kisses into opposite sides of Cyno’s thin neck, as the Matra easily slipped into a state of euphoria. His expression was wrecked by a combination of tears, saliva and mucus.
Nevertheless, Cyno was still irresistibly gorgeous.
“Does it feel good, Cyno?” Alhaitham muttered hotly into Cyno’s ear.
Unable to form a coherent sentence at that moment, Cyno settled for a simple nod.
After several moments of silence, Cyno finally croaked out the words, “Y-You can move…”
Kaveh and Cyno echoed one another with a moan, as Alhaitham nodded his affirmation and thrusted upwards.
Cyno instinctively held Kaveh tighter.
Meanwhile, Kaveh shuddered as the large mass that was stuffed inside of Cyno, which accompanied his own, rubbed along his own shaft in a pleasant, yet strange manner. It was so slippery. Not to mention, the unrestrained movement had forced Cyno’s fleshy insides to tighten and squeeze.
Kaveh felt as though he would blow his first load of the evening, right then and there. With that said, the blonde simply held his breath and prayed, for the sake of his dignity, that such wouldn’t be the case. Desperate, his fingers curled into his palms.
Fortunately, the burning sensation of his fingernails biting into the clammy flesh of his hands served as a welcome distraction from the stimulation.
“Fuck! Too full!” Cyno sobbed, voice raw and tearful. The sound made Kaveh’s heart twinge. “— No! I-I’ll break~!”
Alhaitham snorted. His voice came out strained as he pushed inside once more, the fit pleasantly tight and restricting.
“I sincerely doubt that. Afterall, you know what this place is designed for, right? You can take it, Cyno. You were made to take it.” Alhaitham muttered, lips pressed to thick, ivory locks.
Not wanting to fall behind, Kaveh swallowed thickly as molten pleasure pooled in his gut, before pumping his own hips.
At first, the action completely lacked cadence, as the roommates mindlessly fucked into Cyno. Alhaitham was powerful and unrelenting, while Kaveh was a little more reserved and calculating. It was utter disarray.
When Alhaitham was driving into Cyno, Kaveh was retreating.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t long before Kaveh sought to move in tandem with the Haravatat, for the sole sake of structure.
— Much to the dismay of the sliver of rationality that Kaveh had managed to retain, the Kshawrewar had subconsciously allowed the speed and rhythm to be completely influenced by Alhaitham.
Through the power of teamwork, the height of pleasure that Cyno was now able to achieve was painfully noticeable.
Like an overstimulated feline, Cyno was unable to remain still for long, squirming frantically between the feverish bodies of Kaveh and Alhaitham, as he was bounced on their shafts.
Cyno felt as though he was being speared open, and split down the middle by a white-hot blade.
The General Mahamatra burst into a messy fit of sobs and cries, crystalline tears streaming down bronzed cheeks.
— On the other hand, the other end of the Matra produced equally great sounds, as it was pummeled and bullied by the daunting pair of members.
It was too much.
It was too good.
Cyno never knew he had the capability to actually squirt, and yet he had done so in that moment; over and over again.
Honestly, Cyno felt a little scared. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t function. He was delirious.
All the Spantamad could do was hold onto Kaveh’s neck, as though his life depended on it. Cyno could confirm that his cervix was most definitely bruised.
“Ah, shit… I’m close.” Kaveh panted, voice shaky and breathy. His limbs trembled, both from exertion and his impending climax.
At that point, the brain of the older scholar was so steeped in ecstasy - his senses too far gone - that Kaveh could scarcely register how his scrotum was actively rubbing against Alhaitham’s own. On the other hand, Alhaitham opted to ignore Kaveh completely, focusing solely on Cyno.
Of course, Cyno’s noises and melty insides were enough to encourage Alhaitham to thrust more vigorously. Which, in turn, brought Kaveh closer to the edge.
— It was as though the roommates were trying to stuff as much of themselves into Cyno as they possibly could, pushing as deep as they were physically allowed.
Their biology demanded them to assault and spill their seed into the deepest parts of the Matra. To triumph over the competition.
In other words, to successfully breed Cyno.
Cyno felt himself become dizzy at the thought.
With a raw and sexual gasp, Kaveh instinctively pulled Cyno closer into his body as he finally tumbled over the edge. But not before pushing as deep into Cyno as he was able; his engorged cock buried to the root.
Spine rigid and body shaking, a broken sob was torn from Cyno’s throat as he felt that delicious, molten heat spill into him. Evidently, the Spantamad had reached his umpteenth orgasm of the evening, simply from the feel of Kaveh’s hot seed shooting into him. There was so much of it.
— However, with the face of the Matra having been pushed into the junction between Kaveh’s neck and shoulder, Cyno’s outcries were effectively muffled.
With his spent member still stuffed inside the small body of Cyno, mostly due to exhaustion, Kaveh continued to cradle the back of fluffy, ivory locks as his muscles convulsed. His limbs jolted and twitched. In the meantime, the blonde uttered a sharp groan from overstimulation, as Alhaitham’s powerful, unyielding cock continued to wetly glide against his own.
Needless to say, Cyno felt wetter than ever - what, with the addition of Kaveh’s frothy cum; of which, was effectively swept from the insides of the General Mahamatra, with each violent pull and shove of Alhaitham’s waist.
Rest assured, Cyno returned Kaveh’s embrace, holding the Kshawrewar just as tight, if not moreso, as Alhaitham focused on chasing his own climax. The cries of the Matra heightened, not only in volume but also pitch, as Alhaitham took hold of his hips instead, effectively slamming Cyno down into his lap. He slid the Spantamad along his thick shaft at breakneck speed.
“Archons— Fuck Cyno!” Alhaitham growled, moving with reckless abandon. He held Cyno’s hips in a bruising grip. “You feel so fucking good… So wet. Such a good, little slut. Where do you want it, huh?”
— Now, if only he had had the decency of asking Cyno if it was alright to cum inside beforehand, Kaveh lamented. His face burned with shame. It seemed he really was no better than Alhaitham.
“Ahh~ Oh fu— Alhaitham! Inside! Ooh~ Cum inside me! Let it all out! I want to feel both of your cum breeding up my dirty, little pussy~! ♡”
“Oh fuck…” Kaveh whispered, voice husky with newfound arousal. Without thinking, the Kshawrewar took to lazily rubbing circles into Cyno’s swollen clit.
— Before long, his movements became more confident and forceful - just how Cyno liked it. Judging by how much tighter he got.
Kaveh hissed as Cyno frantically clawed at his back, in response. Such adorable moans, and hot, filthy words were certainly enough to make the flaccid cock of the blonde twitch back to life.
With a guttural growl serving as the only warning that Alhaitham offered, Kaveh gasped when he felt the thick girth that was pressed against his own actually pulsate. Alhaitham shoved into Cyno, all the way to the hilt, until the crown of his cock was pressed directly against the neck of his womb, before ejaculating.
Eyes rolled to the back of his head, Cyno violently threw his head backwards. The action was so sudden and unpredictable, that Kaveh had to take hold of him with both hands so as to keep him from falling over or hurting himself.
Without another thought, the blonde quickly, but gently, pulled Cyno into a messy, uncoordinated kiss; eagerly swallowing every wanton sound that slipped from his throat.
Cyno, as well as his noises, were honestly too adorable.
With their mouths still slotted together, Kaveh shifted around as he felt the cock of his junior offer a strong twitch, as Alhaitham pumped Cyno full of his thick, potent load.
However, the Kshawrewar was quickly caught off guard when he felt the sloppy, seed-soaked walls of Cyno’s cunt tighten around the couple; it was as if it was attempting to squeeze every last drop of semen from them.
— The architect quickly broke the passionate kiss so as to groan at the pleasant sensation. In the meantime, he allowed the Matra to fall forward onto his shoulder.
With that said, Kaveh hadn’t the need to cast a downwards look to know that Cyno had squirted again; solely from the warm sensation of Alhaitham’s baby-batter spreading all throughout his womb, combined with the rough stimulation to his clit.
After several tense beats of silence, which was occupied by the sound of labored breathing, the roommates finally slipped out of Cyno’s twitching pussy.
Kaveh was the first to pull out, despite the fact that a second erection had steadily started to establish itself.
— However, judging by the unmoving weight slumped against him, Kaveh was sure that he was correct to assume that Cyno had completely lost consciousness by then.
When Alhaitham’s cock slipped out - the action accompanied by a grotesque, wet sound - Kaveh watched, utterly astounded, as the member was immediately followed by an intense deluge of semen.
— The milky substance burst from Cyno’s pussy like a broken spigot, pooling onto the sheets below.
With a fierce blush practically setting his face aglow, Kaveh felt his cock twitch with interest at such an erotic sight. He could already feel blood starting to rush to his groin, plumping the mass up to full capacity.
On the other hand, Kaveh felt Cyno spasm at the pleasant sensation of the two men’s seed gushing out of his abused, swollen pussy. Despite his unconscious state, the Matra was unable to resist whining at the loss.
With a predatory look in his eyes, the scribe wordlessly stole Cyno from Kaveh, pulling the Spantamad into his own arms before setting the deadweight, titled General Mahamatra, on his lap.
— Though Kaveh protested, Alhaitham simply settled for sucking a dark hickey into Cyno’s neck, completely ignoring whatever the other had to say.
“Well then, shall we have another round of fun with our dear General Mahamatra?” Alhaitham asked.
Kaveh quickly shot him a look of disgust, “He’s out cold, Alhaitham.”
With that said, Alhaitham plunged his index finger into Cyno’s sloppy cunt. Gaze heated, Kaveh watched as more thick globs of semen were purged from those warm, melty depths.
Kaveh blushed harder when Alhaitham found his gaze; the blonde was quick to break eye contact. The scribe offered a knowing smirk, in response.
“And yet, I have a good feeling that neither of you would seriously be against it; if we bred Cyno while he’s like this.”
— As usual, though Kaveh was loath to admit it, Alhaitham was right.
It’s said that, on that night, Alhaitham and Kaveh went a little overboard with fulfilling Cyno’s threesome fantasy. Afterwards, Cyno would have to take leave from work for the next few days because of a dislocated hip, as well as a bruised cervix. Though, he would lie and say that it was because of a terrible hangover.
From that day forward, Cyno swore that he would never drink with Alhaitham and Kaveh alone again…
… He much rather preferred doing it with them while they were all sober anyway. ♡