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Thancred would’ve liked to think that he had an impressive virility. He used to, at least—nearly any woman in Ul’dah could attest to that—though he didn’t think the years weighing heavy on his bones had affected him that badly.
No, his virility wasn’t the problem: it was his partners’. Ignia and Urianger both.
He was familiar with Ignia’s heat. Miqo’te tended to enter one every two to three months, with varying degrees of severity depending on the person. He had never seen Y’shtola, for instance, reveal any sort of discomfort, even after all the years he had known her. Ignia, on the other hand, would revert into a feral, mewling beast for at least two days minimum, during which time Thancred would sequester himself between her legs for as long as he was able—just as he was now.
Thancred swirled his tongue in circles around her clit as he pumped two fingers into her sweltering heat. Over the past three years they had spent together in Norvrandt with only each other as their familiar company, he had learned the very best ways to make Ignia come undone. He pressed the flat length of his tongue to her, soaking her already-dripping pussy in his saliva, before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking hard. His fingers thrust all the way up to his last knuckle.
“Th-Thancred!” Ignia cried for him, her voice high and keening. She arched off the bed, her white tail flicking in wanton need. Thancred gazed up at her beautiful visage from where he was sprawled between her legs. How he wished he could relish her with compliments: he would’ve told her how much he adored how her slight frame rolled at his every lap, or how he admired how her soft thighs twitched as they tried to keep from constricting around his head. He would’ve certainly teased her about her neediness, and about how each passing heat cycle only seemed to sink her deeper into lustful, addled madness.
Now was not the time, though. He needed his mouth for all it was worth. Keeping his fingers curling inside of her, Thancred parted from her folds. He licked his lips clean of her wetness, before languidly dipping his head down to wrap his mouth around their partner—Urianger—seated flush next to her. Urianger gasped, the suddenness of the swallow taking him by surprise, and he nearly bucked into his mouth.
Thancred savored him just as deeply as he did Ignia. Both Urianger and Ignia were lounging on the soft, spacious bed of their Pendants’ inn room, their hands linked and their sides pressed together. Ignia, her eyes squeezed shut, had a hand on her breast as she massaged herself in rhythm to Thancred’s fingers, while Urianger had a knuckle in his mouth to gag his quiet cries. Urianger couldn’t seem to decide which out of the two of them to look to: when he looked at Ignia, he did so like he was admiring art or tune, with fluttering lashes guiding a full, sweeping gaze. When his eyes found their way to Thancred’s, that admiration warmed into a smoldering desire. It was the look of a man freed for the first time—one who had wanted this for so very long but had lacked the courage to ask for it.
Urianger’s cock was too big for Thancred to take fully: he was so long, so thick, that each forward bob of Thancred’s head made Urianger bulge against his throat. He tasted of sweat, with the barest, bitter note of floral soap. The meticulous bastard had prepared for this so thoughtfully, and it made Thancred’s dick twitch between his legs. He sucked hard, wringing vulgar moans out of Urianger that he never thought he would hear from such an upright, studious man.
Urianger’s eyes squeezed shut, and his free hand tangled in Thancred’s hair. He looked lost to pleasure: he couldn’t control the jerking of his hips, nor the grip that forced Thancred deeper down onto his cock. Had Thancred been any less experienced a lover, he might have very well choked on it.
“Th-Thancred, I beg of thee… I am—I am—”
“Close,” Ignia moaned. She pulsed around Thancred’s fingers, and she reached to rub at her clit. “Close, close…!”
Thancred’s throat rumbled with the implication of praise, though he hadn’t the tongue to voice it. The humming of his throat sent Urianger reeling, all gasps and tears, and then—when he was as deep as he could reach inside Thancred’s mouth—he came with a full-body shudder. Bitter come immediately overwhelmed Thancred’s palate, drowning out all of his senses. He felt his eyes burn, yet he remained around Urianger’s cock as he swallowed all he had to spend.
“Gods,” Ignia groaned. A quick glance in her direction—as well as the clenching of her walls—revealed that she was indulging in the sight of her lover’s cheeks puffy with seed.
Eventually, the hands in Thancred’s hair loosened, and he took it as his cue to pull away. Thancred licked up the sweat and come from his lips and gave a sultry smile to the both of them.
“Good?” he asked, voice husky through his ravished throat.
Ignia nodded her head frantically. “G-good,” she said. “More. More.”
Urianger had similar sentiments, for despite how much Thancred had drained from his cock, it still stood erect. Come drooled from the tip and fettered him to the bed in a sticky, oozing strand. “Thy warmth,” he murmured nonsensically. “I ache for warmth from the both of thee into eternity, eternity….”
Urianger’s heat—chaleur, he had called it during his rather long-winded explanation of the topic—dulled his senses as much as Ignia’s did. While Ignia’s heat was one in the purest sense, being that it was a natural cycle to encourage mating (though that was the most clinical way possible of describing it—Thancred had often teased her about her body begging to be bred), Urianger’s was rather the body’s way of encouraging the sharing and conservation of heat.
Physiology was amazing. Hyur physiology, less so. They had been going at this for over an hour now, and Thancred already felt close to death.
“All right,” Thancred said, holding up his hands. “I need to collect my bearings.” At the near-bestial growl of disappointment from Ignia, he amended, “I am not going anywhere. I only need a moment—else I’ll wind up passing out, and I’m not sure if either of you two would be in the state of mind to assist if I were to land on my head.”
“Thancred,” Ignia whined, her tail writhing against the sheets. She hadn’t once removed her fingers from her clit—they kept rubbing in quick, needy circles. Lust colored her voice in deep, decadent shade.
“A riveting argument, to be sure, but I am afraid I remain steadfast.” As he spoke, Thancred sat back on the bed and reclined as much as its size would allow. “There are three people here, if you recall. Why don’t you busy yourselves with each other for a bit? Just think of me as your audience.”
The pupils of Ignia’s two-toned eyes slitted into even slimmer shards. She looked over at Urianger.
“If—if my lady would be amenable, I would offer myself to thee,” said Urianger. “If thou—if thou wouldst—”
“Please,” Ignia begged of him. “May I? Please, Urianger, it aches—”
“Anything for thee. Anything for thee, Ignia, I promise thee….”
It didn’t take that much convincing. The two of them, sex-starved as they were, admired each other like star-crossed lovers. While Thancred and Ignia had been seeing each other since before the bloody banquet in Ul’dah, but their recent reunion with Urianger had lit a blaze inside the both of them. It might have been the fault of the swelter in the air, but Thancred couldn’t believe that the reverence with which Urianger gazed upon Ignia was born from lust alone. He had seen that look on his face countless times in the Waking Sands, bestowed upon her only when her back was turned. Thancred had trained for years to observe the little tells in people; how Urianger didn’t think he knew was beyond him.
He wasn’t sure if Ignia knew. Perhaps some part of her wanted, but her relationship with Thancred was still too delicate to court thoughts of something even more complicated. Thancred was much the same, for while he found it easy to admit Urianger’s beauty as he hung off of each of his poetic words, the thought of something deeper—beyond whatever this was—filled his stomach with something he couldn’t name. It wasn’t love—or at least, Thancred didn’t think it was. It was too knotted and difficult a thing to give such a frivolous name.
He watched as Ignia climbed on top of Urianger’s lap and pulled him by the shoulders into a biting kiss. He watched as Urianger’s hands wrapped around her waist, so huge around her small frame that his fingertips brushed each other. Thancred so wantonly wished that he could be like the two of them and lose himself completely to sex and passion—but even with his cock in his hand, still did his mind ever wheel. He noted the hesitation before Urianger kissed her back, then the need with which he tongued down her throat. Ignia’s tail shivered in the way it only did when she was truly gladdened.
This was deeper than any of the three of them wanted to admit. But what could Thancred say? Naming it would surely ruin it, and that might as well be a death knell for the two heat-stricken beasts before him.
As Ignia kissed Urianger, her hips rolled against him. The wet mess of her cunt rubbed up and down Urianger’s cock, drenching it with her come. Urianger met her madness with much of his own, though each time he tried to part for breath, Ignia would follow after him to catch his lips between her teeth.
Urianger’s hands trailed up and down Ignia’s back. It looked like he was mapping her: he rubbed up her spine to her neck, then out to her shoulder blades, her collarbone—then dipped down again to massage just above where the fur of her tail met skin. Ignia whined and humped him with even more drastic, desperate ferocity. She refused to let his lips leave hers, and Urianger instead settled for breathing gasps down her throat.
It was a divine image—one Thancred felt like a lecher for witnessing. As he watched the two of them, he pumped his cock lazily through his fist. His endurance wasn’t as exceptional as theirs, what with the dozens of times they could reach their peak throughout one evening; he knew he had to pace himself. He was also well-aware, though, that he couldn’t last much longer.
Thancred sat up onto his knees and fumbled for a long-discarded jar of oil that had been lost to the sheets as soon as he had started going down on Ignia’s cunt and Urianger’s cock (at least thirty minutes ago). He unscrewed the lid, scraped up a hearty amount of the wetness, and warmed it between his fingers.
“You are both so beautiful,” he murmured to the two of them.
They parted from each other’s lips. Sagging strands of saliva quaked between them. With such dazed expressions and flushed lips, they both looked like they had well and truly lost their minds.
“Thy loveliness, Ignia, doth shame the majesty of mountains and the endless bounty of the sky,” Urianger murmured, still rubbing absently at Ignia’s hips.
“The both of you are too much for me,” Ignia said. “So pretty, I can barely even fathom it. You, Urianger….” She looked up at him with stars in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve missed you, you know that? We’ve both missed you so much….”
She dragged her hips with slower purpose. Urianger dipped his head towards her chest, hiding his shameful expression from both her and Thancred. “Naught thou couldst envision would compare to how I missed thee,” he said into her skin. “Though further time hath passed upon this shard, all of my nights were spent sleepless in knowing not to whence thine souls had vanished. I am only at peace hither beneath thee, betwixt thee and Thancred both, even if my mind doth mist with desire most damnable….”
He kissed her chest between his words, following along the shape of her collarbone. He took one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked softly. His mouth was so big against her—it rather looked like he was trying to swallow her whole. His gums and tongue were dark against the pale blush of Ignia’s breast. They look so lost in each other—and Thancred’s cock twitched in his hand.
Thancred grabbed for a pillow, stuffed it under his hips, then laid flat on his back. He tilted his head to the side to keep Urianger and Ignia in view as he raised his knees, then circled his dripping fingers around his entrance. His other hand went to his cock and stroked along the shaft.
“Gods, I have never known a lovelier image. I would be satisfied just watching the two of you,” Thancred said.
Urianger moved to Ignia’s other breast. He rolled his tongue around her nipple, and his lips puckered as he sucked hard, harder around it. The wet, sloppy noises between them, mixed so beautifully with Ignia’s soft moans for more, more, were obscene—Thancred almost wondered if he ought to look away. The thrill of it all made his body roll with want, and as he teased a finger to his entrance, he found that it slipped inside with ease. He curled his knuckle towards himself and let his mind run wild with the thought of Ignia’s breast in his mouth, of the sweet taste of her sweat—and then run even wilder as he thought about Urianger’s mouth around his cock and how deep Thancred could reach as he fucked into his long, long throat.
“Urianger,” Thancred called to him, his voice husky with want. Urianger glanced towards him with only his eyes. “Don’t forget about your hands. Leave no part of her unattended, aye?”
Urianger made a small noise of affirmation. He lifted a hand to squeeze Ignia’s other breast, his hand easily able to hold all of her heft in his palm alone.
“That’s it. Use your—use your fingers,” Thancred said, stuttering as he added a second finger to his tightness.
Urianger rubbed Ignia’s breast in full circles, then slotted her nipple in the gap between his fingers. After a couple of revolutions, he would tease the tightening nipple with his thumb. Ignia threw her head back with a gasp, hips bucking with further fervor. She begged him, drool dribbling down her chin, “Harder, Urianger, please—don’t hold back, mark me, claim me, I need it, please—”
Urianger seemed to acquiesce as his mouth and hands moved fast against her. He couldn’t stay his hips, and they bucked against Ignia’s trembling ones. Thancred would be hard-pressed to call it lovemaking: it was desperate, crude, wet and sloppy and loud with moans and slapping skin. They looked like animals. Thancred felt drunk admiring the two of them. He told himself he could be happy with this, watching the two of them revel in each other as he fucked himself with his fingers and lazily stroked his cock for hours, hours on end….
“Urianger,” Ignia gasped. Her spine arched like the draw of a bowstring, and her thighs trembled with pulsing pleasure. Her climax was high and wet: long, sticky ropes of slick trickled from her pussy, soaking both the sheets and Urianger’s groin. The sight alone was enough to send a visible jolt through Urianger’s cock, and he splattered Ignia’s stomach with hot, white come. Thancred’s breath hitched, and he slipped his fingers from himself to keep his peak at bay. He wasn’t ready yet—and unlike his two partners, he had to be careful with it.
There was the briefest moment of quiet. Ignia and Urianger caught their breath in each other’s mouths, their limbs twitching with the aftershocks of orgasm. Ignia seemed to come to her senses first, and she rubbed her cheek on Urianger’s shoulder.
“You did so well,” she whispered to him. “You were amazing. You’re amazing.”
Urianger looked like he tried to reply, but he was too dazed for words. He gazed at her like his mind had been bewitched. Still was his cock hard and heavy between his legs, and still did milky come seep from its tip.
“All right,” Thancred said, snapping the two out of their spell, “I think I’ve rested up enough. Though I hope you didn’t forget about me! The way the two of you look at each other, it’s like I’m not even in the room.”
Ignia’s pupils narrowed into thin slits. “Don’t even joke about things like that, Thancred! I love you terribly, and Urianger—”
Loved him too? The words were on the tip of Ignia’s tongue, but she stopped herself before they could shatter their brainless little charade. She looked over at Urianger, perhaps seeking forgiveness.
Urianger pulled himself apart from her, his limbs long and languid. His chest heaved with shallow breaths. “I care for thee deeply, Thancred,” he said. “As I care for Ignia.”
Thancred could handle care. They all cared for each other—and for tonight, that would be enough.
“You’re being so patient, sitting over there by yourself,” said Ignia. She crawled across the bed on her hands and knees until she was looming over the still-sprawled Thancred. “Pillow tucked under your hips, hair all fussy—” She reached out to tuck a lock of sweaty hair behind Thancred’s ear. “—And so pink in the face. Are you holding up okay?”
“No need to worry about me,” Thancred said with a lopsided smile. “I should be asking that of you. Your sense seems to have returned, if only for a moment.”
“Because I want to make sure you’re all right.” Ignia tilted her head and kissed along Thancred’s neck.
“Concern for thy well-being doth plague me as well,” said Urianger. He followed Ignia’s lead and crept towards Thancred on his other side.
“I’m fine, truly. Neither of you need to fret. I’m just enjoying the spectacle of it all.”
“You should be better than fine,” Ignia murmured.
“Well, I’m not the one in heat, so I would say I’m probably the one enjoying myself the most.” He turned to Urianger and cut him off before he could get the chance to correct him: “And I know you’re not in heat by practical definition, but by the Twelve, Urianger, it’s close enough.”
As he spoke, Ignia continued kissing all the way down his chest. Her lips dragged across his breast, giving tender attention to the faded scars beneath it. Thancred’s nerves jumped, and he bit his lip to keep too many undignified noises from betraying him. Urianger, spurred by her bravery, joined Ignia in worshiping the scars beneath Thancred’s other breast with soft, feather-light kisses.
“A-all right,” Thancred said through clenched teeth. “Yes, you’re both very lovely. But please—I am not going to last much longer, especially like this.”
Ignia glanced up at him through her lashes. Her breath still ghosted over his breast. “How do you want us?” she purred.
“On your back,” said Thancred. “I’d like to fill you and give your body what it so desperately craves.” He smirked at Ignia’s tail-twitching shiver, then looked over at Urianger. “And you can fill me. Give my body what it craves, hmm? I did the hard part for you, although….” He set a hand on Urianger’s cheek and stroked his long, pointed ears with his thumb “…Considering how hung you are, you might need to be gentle with me.”
His words had lit fires in both Ignia and Urianger, and they gazed up at him like he was their only hope for salvation. Ignia was quick to pull away and lie flat on her back, her tail flicking beneath her. She held her arms out, beckoning for him.
“Please,” she begged breathily. “I’d like that a lot. Please.”
Thancred chuckled at her honesty. “I knew you would. As for you, Urianger?”
“’Tis naught more I desire than thy warmth and thy satisfaction,” said Urianger. “If this is thy desire, I shall fulfill it, ultimately.”
“Good,” Thancred said, slipping him a wink. He pushed himself upright on his palms, then so graciously crawled to where Ignia was gesturing for him. He had no interest in taking this slow—they had gone slowly enough already. Even were he to start slow, it would only be a matter of seconds before Ignia was sobbing for more.
“You’ve already been stretched out by my fingers, hmm?” Thancred asked as he pressed his hips to hers. His lolling cock smacked against her swollen clit. “You’re going to be nice and loose for me?”
Ignia bit her lip hard and nodded her head. “Stretched. J-just fingers,” she said.
“I noticed. Did you not want Urianger to fuck you?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t want to—to scare him.”
Thancred heard Urianger breathe in a gasp from behind them, but he didn’t say anything. Thancred said for him, “Mayhap that was for the best. If you had started, I’m not sure if you ever could’ve stopped. I certainly wouldn’t have had the heart to tear you two apart.”
He took his cock in hand and guided it to Ignia’s hot, puckering entrance. She was absolutely soaked, and with barely a roll of his hip, Thancred was already sinking into her warmth. He was right—she was loose, but not uncomfortably so. Rather, she was soft around him, and softer still when he bent to bury his face into her neck.
“So good for me,” Thancred whispered to her. “So lovely, so beautiful. So good.”
Ignia clenched around each one of his words, her pussy desperately trying to pull him deeper. “Hot, it’s—it’s so hot, I can’t—I need, please—”
It took every onze of willpower Thancred had not to start rutting into that soft, wet heat. She felt like she was burning—Ignia’s heat cycles always flushed her entire body with impossible warmth. “Patience, my love,” he said, his eyes fluttering shut. “Twelve above, you feel incredible.”
“Stop with the flowery compliments already, and just—just—”
“Fuck you?” Thancred asked innocently.
Ignia squeaked.
“Or were you about to ask for something more specific, I wonder? Do you want me to fuck you silly? Fill you up? Breed you as many times as it takes for—ah, gods!”
Thancred’s lewd adulations were cut short by the feeling of Urianger’s fingers on his arse. He felt as his cheeks were spread, as their fat was squeezed and groped. His hips jumped on their own accord, lodging himself deeper into Ignia.
Urianger had no patience, either—Thancred felt as the drooling tip of his cock pressed to his hole. Thancred bit back his nerves and did his best to remain still, even as his rim was breached—and even as white-hot, burning fire eased deeper and deeper inside of him.
“—Twelve have mercy, you’re huge,” Thancred breathed as he buried his face into Ignia’s neckline. He let out the ghost of a laugh and said, “Be slow with me, won’t you?”
Urianger paused for a moment. “Is that thy true desire?”
“Of course it’s not. Hurry up and ruin me.”
Ignia rolled her head to say into Thancred’s ear—“What was that about having patience?”
“I don’t want to hear any snark from yo—ooh, gods, gods—!”
Urianger’s cock pulled back, dragging along Thancred’s most sensitive nerves, then thrust until his testes pressed flush against Thancred’s taint. Thancred felt so full—with heat swallowing his cock and stabbing deep inside of him, he felt like his blood was about to catch flame.
Urianger’s hips began to rock in earnest. Each one of his thrusts sent Thancred’s hips stuttering forward, filling Ignia and wringing delighted moans from her. Thancred tried to match his rhythm with Urianger’s: he’d pull as Urianger pushed, forcing Urianger deeper inside of him as their combined weights bore down atop of Ignia.
Ignia gasped nonsensical wants. Her hands ran up and down Thancred’s back, scratching white lines into his flesh with her nails. Urianger, having been propped up on his knees, hunched over onto his knuckles to hump with further vigor. Thancred felt sweat dripping onto his back, felt pulsing around his cock.
It was all so much. All Thancred could see were stars blazing behind his eyes. He lifted his head, planted a kiss just beneath Ignia’s soft ear, and said, “I’m not—going to last much longer—”
“Inside,” Ignia moaned. “Inside, inside, Thancred, please—”
It was the heat talking for her. Thancred knew there was little fear in the consequences—they had done this enough times to make sure of that—yet still, Ignia’s pleas for him as her thighs squeezed around him and her cunt sucked him deeper made his thoughts dizzy with all sorts of perverse fantasies. He wanted to fill her until her body was satisfied—until she was plump with seed from him and Urianger both….
“Th-Thancred,” Urianger said in warning. His thrusts were growing erratic.
And then that fantasy in his mind morphed into feeling himself full of Urianger’s come, of being drenched in him and Ignia alike. Thancred felt his balls tighten, and he pulled away from Ignia to plead, just as she was, for, “Inside, please, please.”
Thancred lost himself to the heat. He felt Urianger break first: he let out a deep moan and pressed flat against Thancred’s back as his cock twitched in full, wet climax inside of him. There was so much of it that Thancred felt it leaking past his rim, swelling in his stomach.
The moan, so obscene in his scholar’s tone, sent Ignia into her own peak. She pulsed around Thancred, soft and warm and tight, and squeezed from him, too, a full, spine-tingling orgasm. Thancred’s thoughts melted into heat and slurry as Ignia’s walls milked his come from him, as Urianger filled him full, full, full….
Thancred might very well have passed out. It wasn’t until he felt Urianger’s entire weight pressing against him—uncomfortable as it was—that his senses returned to him, albeit foggily. Urianger had collapsed on top of him, while Ignia’s arms wrapped around them both. Each of them seemed satiated: lust defeated, if only for a moment.
“Is… is everyone all right?” Thancred asked, being the first one to break the sticky silence.
He didn’t receive a coherent response. Ignia mewled like a tired housecat, while Urianger rumbled something incomprehensible.
“I’m taking that as a yes.” He wiggled his hips in an attempt to try to buck Urianger off, but his heaviness remained firmly on top (and inside) of him. “Just let me stand for a moment, would you? Before all of my limbs start falling asleep.”
Ignia’s grip on him tightened, while Urianger nuzzled his nose into the back of Thancred’s neck. He squirmed again.
“You’re both adorable, really. Truly. But I’m being serious about this.”
Thancred lifted his head just enough to catch the gleam of Ignia’s eyes. She smirked at him, lips as sharp as daggers, and said, “You can stand—though you’re not planning on giving up so soon, right?”
“’Twould be remiss of thee to part from us.” Urianger murmured his agreement into Thancred’s ear. “Verily, I would not be inclined to let thee.”
“You can go again, can’t you? Won’t you, Thancred? Please?”
“I prithee endure—but a moment longer….”
“It’s not enough. Not yet, I—I need you inside, I need—”
“—Thy warmth, thy heat, thine everything—”
“All right,” Thancred moaned. “All right, just… give me a moment, and then we can… keep going.”
They both smiled at him, lovely and beautiful alike. They really were going to be the end of him. So be it, he thought—there were plenty of worse ways to die.