by Brea Alepoú
Mazki sucked and moved his tongue around, making sure to give his master everything he had. More growls and moans erupted from Titos as he flexed his hips forward, fucking into Mazki’s mouth.
Green eyes fixed on him, pupils blown as his thrusts became more powerful.
"You're mine," Titos said, emphasizing the mine with another powerful thrust.
Mazki easily relaxing his throat, letting Titos go deeper.
Mazki: Then take me as yours.
Titos leveled him with a look that had Mazki's toes curling and fighting not to touch himself. Titos slowed his thrusts and moved to get deeper into Mazki's throat. The ache was welcomed, keeping Mazki from going over the edge too soon. He was going to come without anyone touching him.
Titos pulled out slowly until his dick was free of Mazki's mouth. With ragged breaths, Titos pleaded, "Tell me you want this."
Mazki was confused. Everything in him screamed for Titos to keep going. "I want this."
Titos stared at him, breathing heavily as they stared into each other’s eyes. Mazki felt the bond, feeling the fear mixed with the pleasure and love they had. Mazki made sure to open himself fully, allowing Titos to see he wanted it. He needed it.
Titos shuddered, closing his eyes for a brief second. "I never want any of you to be in my bed simply because you feel obligated or because I commanded it."
Mazki thought they had squashed the fear before, but it seemed as if his master hadn't let it go. Mazki stuck his tongue out, flicking it against the tip of Titos's dick, earning a groan from Titos. "I want everything with you, master. I am yours inside and out."
He put his hands on Titos’s hips and started to push him closer. He opened his mouth as Titos’s hot length entered once more, rubbing against his tongue. Mazki moaned, knowing that his master wanted him, owned him, and was the best for him.
A smile that was almost devilish spread cross Titos’s face. “I want to make you feel so much pleasure you never think of that pain again.”
Mazki was surprised. He’d been sure he’d kept everything pushed back so as to not taint his master. Titos shook his head.
“I know all of you have a past and none of them are happy, but we are each other’s futures now,” Titos said.
Titos thrust his hips forward until his cock touched the back of Mazki’s throat. Another moan was muffled by Titos’s dick in his mouth as the blinding pleasure that only his master could give tugged at his body, threatening to make him come. It slowly eased just as Mazki was balancing on the edge. He opened his blurry eyes, staring up at the man who he’d pledge his life to. The king that he felt so drawn to, he willingly pushed his fears to the side to be with him. The man on top of him was more than Mazki could ever ask for.
A smile stretched over Titos’s face, and before Mazki could think, the tug of pleasure rocked through him. He saw stars as he came hard and endlessly. He didn’t see it ever stopping. The pleasure that coursed through his veins bordered on painful, and Mazki reveled in it. Everything went quiet, and it felt as if he was floating as he slowly came down from his climax.
He swallowed and turned his head, trying to focus on everything around him. He blinked a few times and noticed he was no longer laying down but sitting up and pressed against Seth’s chest.
“I… I swear… they’re getting stronger,” Mazki huffed out.
“Do you think you’re done?” Seth whispered in his ear.
Mazki blinked a few times, turning to him in confusion. His very spent dick and the cum that was clearly cooling on his skin indicated that he was done. The heated look in Seth’s eyes told a different story and had Mazki’s cock twitching for another round.
“If you haven't noticed, I kind of just had a soul-breaking orgasm,” Mazki said.
Seth pressed his naked flesh firmly against Mazki’s back. Mazki remembered Seth had been dressed before, but it didn’t stop his breath from catching when Seth’s very hard dick rubbed against him. He groaned from the feeling as Seth moved his length between his cheeks and rubbed against his entrance. Mazki had no idea how he could even think of possibly coming again, but his hole ached to be filled.
“You’re the one who hasn’t noticed,” Seth whispered in his ear and turned his face to find Titos, eyes glowing and licking his lips as he watched them.
“Fuck,” Mazki said.
Titos smiled, nodding. “That’s exactly what I want to see.” Titos’s hand stroked up his own cock in a slow motion, as if he wasn’t in any hurry to come.
Mazki licked his own lips, knowing that Titos had already come. He could still taste his master, but there Titos sat, fully hard and on display.
“We can’t disappoint our master,” Seth growled against Mazki’s ear.
The vibration of the growl sent tingles down Mazki’s body, and he moaned, rubbing himself more firmly against Seth. He could barely catch his breath or think straight before Seth was pulling back slightly, the heat of his body no longer pressed against Mazki’s back. Slicked fingers pressed against his hole, rubbing eagerly with pressure that promised pleasure.
A hand on his chin tilted his face back up. Mazki had no idea when he’d dropped his gaze from Titos, but the hand on his chin had him staring into the glowing green eyes of his master once more. Titos was closer, peering down at him. It sent shivers down his spine, and it felt as if Titos’s stare caressed his very soul. As far as Mazki knew, it was possible.
Seth's fingers touched his overly sensitive prostate, making him lift up on his tippy toes and a moan of need to leave him. He pulled away only to just as quickly try and push back, seeking more of the pleasure. His mind filled with pleasure and want. He didn't break eye contact with Titos again. He gazed into his master’s eyes as he moaned and cried out as Seth fingered him, only lightly touching his prostate. The teasing was almost torturous.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Titos asked, a smirk on his face.
Mazki nodded as another shock of pleasure stole his breath.
Titos moved his face closer, brushing his sweet lips against Mazki's. Mazki tried to move to get more, but Titos pulled back before the kiss could deepen. Instead, his head moved next to Mazki's ear.
His breath brushed against Mazki's skin, causing little tingles of pleasure before Titos's tongue flicked against his ear. Mazki groaned.
"You tease us all the time with all your dirty thoughts," Titos whispered, then pressed his tongue against the shell of Mazki's ear, teeth grazing against the shell before biting down.
The sting accompanied by Seth's maddening fingers had Mazki moaning. He moved his hand but was stopped instantly by Seth.
"No one said you could touch," Seth growled. He pressed his weight heavily against Mazki.
Mazki whimpered, his dick aching to be touched, for just a little friction. He knew he would come. He didn't want it to end, but he wanted to come so badly. Seth's fingers left him at the same time Titos moved away from him. Mazki shivered at the loss of heat, of the contact with the two he wanted so badly. He opened his mouth to beg them to come back, to touch him again.
Words never came, the head of Seth's dick pressing against his entrance. Mazki knew from experience Seth's fingers were never enough, his cock would take up much more room than what was stretched, and Mazki craved the feeling. The stretch and fullness. His mind went to when Kail was bonded and the way Adom and Seth had taken him at once. He'd been impossibly full, bordering on too much.
"And I missed watching it, but don't worry, I'll make sure to repeat it. Maybe add in Kail, and we do have a new keeper who might be joining us," Titos said.
Mazki stared at Titos in awe.
Titos smirked back at him. “You would like that, wouldn't you? To have all your holes filled to the brim?"
Mazki moaned a yes as the image of it had him breathing heavily.
"My greedy little phoenix," Titos whispered.
Mazki watched as Titos stroked himself. He licked his lips, wanting Titos’s length back in his mouth, filling him as Seth
did. Titos shook his head, and Mazki figured he’d read his mind. He didn't get to question what was going to happen before Seth went from waiting patiently to surging into him, burying his full length inside of Mazki. A growl and groan mixed as the feeling of fullness and the slight burning stretch overtook him.
One of Seth's hands went to his hip and the other cupped Mazki's throat.
"You are to look at our master the whole time. Don't look away once," Seth growled.
Mazki stared longingly at Titos. He wouldn't take his eyes off him. Seth slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip in before thrusting back in. The force had Mazki gasping for breath.
"Keep your hands on the table," Titos instructed.
Mazki laid his hands flat on the table as Seth once again pulled all the way out only to surge forward, impaling Mazki. His rhythm picked up, each thrust just as powerful as the one before, and all the while, Mazki watched Titos intently.
Titos wasn't touching him, but Mazki could feel himself getting closer to a climax as Seth pounded into his ass. Uncontrollable moans left him, then Seth switched angles and hit Mazki's prostate dead on.
"Oh fuck!" Mazki cried out.
Spots clouded his vision for a second, but he blinked them away, still looking at Titos. Just as the spots started to clear, Seth did it again. The power in which he hit Mazki's prostate was strong enough that Mazki swore cum squirted out regardless of him coming or not.
Mazki had no idea what was happening. He tried to only look at Titos, but the spots and swirls swimming in his vision clouded it. The pleasure overtook him.
"Careful," Titos whispered.
He sounded closer. Mazki shook his head, realizing he no longer stood at the table. Seth sat with him on top, his dick still fully sheathed inside of him but no longer moving. He was still angled, applying constant pressure against his prostate. With hands no longer holding onto the table, he reached back, gripping Seth’s shoulders.
"We will have to test that out later," Titos said.
Mazki had no idea what he was talking about. The only thing on his mind was the constant, overwhelming feeling of pleasure and the need to come. Titos languidly touched Mazki's chest, his fingers playing with his nipples before moving on and running his fingers all over his body.
Mazki didn't know where to focus his attention, the sweet caresses or the thick length inside of him. All of him felt overcharged with desire and pleasure. "Please," he whimpered.
Soft lips that could only be his master's touched his, kissing him deeply. The delicate fingers that petted him moved farther down until they lightly caressed against his already stuffed hole. Light pressure against his hole had Mazki gasping and moaning. Titos took advantage, plunging his tongue into Mazki's mouth. The taste of Titos was intoxicating, and his kisses drowned out everything. Mazki let himself be swept away by them while he was still held firmly by Seth.
The fingers went from playing to pushing to enter. There was a burning pressure against his hole as one finger slipped inside.
He broke the kiss, crying out his pleasure and pain. There was a fine line between them and Mazki was sitting on it, unable to choose which side he should be on. A hot mouth against his neck gave little bites as the finger moved around inside of him. All too soon, another was added, stretching him farther, and he knew what was coming. He wanted it, begged for it. The words were unable to leave his mouth, but if he could, he would scream for it.
"I love you, Mazki," Titos whispered against his ear.
Mazki’s eyes flew open, hot tears stinging his eyes as they rolled down his cheeks. He hadn't cried in a very long time; he never let himself. It was a weakness he couldn't afford, but there in Seth's arms and faced with his master, he couldn't deny his emotions. Titos’s soft lips pressed against his cheek.
Mazki’s eyes closed as more tears threatened to fall. "I love you too, Titos," he whispered.
He could feel it in the bond, the way it warmed and everything felt right. He'd known he loved Titos from the beginning, there was no denying it, but it had been like a small part of him feared Titos would turn out to be like the ones in his past. The ones he out lived and survived, even against all odds. He’d survived and lived so long because he was meant for Titos. He knew that now. He needed to tell Titos that there was no one but him, forever. He opened his eyes only for Titos to be smiling at him. Titos kissed him before he could say anything.
Titos: I know.
The fingers disappeared, replaced with Titos's cock, pressing against Mazki's full entrance. Mazki looked down, watching as Titos slowly eased his way in, pushing past the first ring of muscle that threatened not to let him in. He pushed through.
"Oh fuck," Mazki breathed out.
His mind swam with the fullness. His phoenix healing afforded him with the ability to make sex a new experience every single time. He breathed deeply as Titos moved painstakingly slowly inside of him. It felt like forever before Titos was fully seated, both of them stretching him. A growl under him made him remember he wasn't the only one feeling pleasure.
"It's so tight," Titos moaned. He moved a little, making them all moan. "So hot."
Titos started to move, and Mazki was lost. The pleasure consumed him, and his body shook as he was stretched beyond limits. The steady pressure against his prostate combined with Titos’s thrusts, making Seth's length press more firmly against it, was flooding him with even more pleasure.
Titos started to move faster, his breath fanning over Mazki’s shoulder as he thrust vigorously inside of him. A hand wrapped around his dick and that was the end of it. There was no pass go and collect two hundred dollars, no count down. It was just there, rocking his whole body and shooting through every nerve. He came so hard everything went black, and he wasn't sure if he was crying out or shaking and gasping like a fish out of water.
Hot liquid flooded him, filling him, and burning their mark inside of him. Mazki moaned from the sensation. He couldn't tell what was up or down anymore. He could only feel the pleasure that rocked through his body. Blunt teeth bit into his chest just as he felt Titos in his bond. He gasped at the thought of more pleasure. He didn't think he could take another orgasm. Titos did his thing with the bond, and Mazki was seized again with mind-blowing pleasure.
“Do you think we broke him?” Titos asked.
Seth huffed out a laugh. “I doubt it. His flame will be flickering and he will have even more to tease us with.”
Seth lifted Mazki’s arm, letting it go to flop down on the chair. He was fairly knocked out.
“Then again, he did come a lot,” Seth said.
Titos smiled down at Mazki’s sleeping form. He seemed so peaceful and not like the overly hyper and very naughty phoenix. Titos’s hand brushed some of Mazki’s soft black hair from his face as he stared down at his keeper. They all had pasts, some more painful than others.
“Do you ever regret bonding with me so soon?” Titos asked. His question so quiet that if the room had been full of noise, he doubted Seth would have been able to hear him.
Seth’s strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close before bending down and kissing him fully on the lips.
“Why would you ever think that? Bonding with you and becoming your keeper is the best decision I’ve ever made,” Seth said.
Titos smiled, but he knew he wasn’t fooling Seth by the scowl on his beautiful face. “I know keepers usually don’t know their masters, and they serve because it's what we do, but…” He closed his eyes, trying to come up with the words to explain how he felt. “I love all of you so much, but I feel as if I know nothing about you.” Titos lowered his head, unable to meet Seth’s eyes any longer.
Seth said nothing at first, but his arms tightened around Titos, just holding him. “I would like for everyone to come in here if that's okay with you?”
Titos nodded, trusting Seth knew what to do. He was learning. He felt bad that he wasn’t a king that could rule effortlessly and without casualties. If only.
“You’r
e a king I would follow into any battle. Please do not think badly of yourself because of earlier,” Seth said just as the others walked through the door.
Adom was followed by Kail, and the door was still slightly open. Alfrik stood there, his hands in his pockets.
Seth: He isn’t a keeper yet, but I thought it best he come along.
Titos nodded. Alfrik had proven himself to be useful.
Alfrik walked into the room, and Titos saw Liby standing outside the door. She shut it after nodding to him. He wanted to laugh—she saw them in their birthday suits and probably heard all the noises they made in the room. His face heated at the thought.
"Well, he looks fucked out," Kail said.
Titos turned his attention over to Mazki. Kail stood over him, admiring his body covered in cum.
"Go sit down, Kail," Seth ordered.
Titos smiled at Mazki as Seth let him go for a second. He felt cold without Seth's body heat, and the fact that they were still very naked. Titos looked over to Alfrik, sitting at the table and staring at the large burn mark in the middle before his eyes focused on Titos. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Watch your eyes, Pooh," Mazki slurred.
Titos turned, surprised to see Mazki staring at them. He slowly righted himself on the chair, cum dribbling from his used hole. The debauched look of Mazki warmed Titos, and he licked his lips, tempted to do it again. The grin on Mazki's face welcomed the idea.
"Who is Pooh?" Alfrik’s gruff voice asked.
Laughter erupted around the table. Seth brought another chair over, sitting down and grabbing Titos to sit in his lap. Titos easily got comfortable. Seth's arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly.
"I asked for all of you to be here because our master needs some reassurances," Seth started off.
Titos’s face heated, but he got a kiss to his forehead.
Seth: There is no need for embarrassment. We are your keepers. I only wish for you to hear from them how they feel and understand that we love and treasure you.
Titos nodded. He understood why Seth was doing it, but still, the heat in his face didn't lessen knowing it.
