“Mostly,” Andvari groaned.
Sawyer moved to the other side, his tongue continuing its dance with danger. “So you’ll let me call you Andi?”
He groaned and pulled Sawyer more tightly against him, his fingers gripping Sawyer’s hips as he began to rotate his own hips beneath him.
Eduard couldn’t hide his grin. He watched Sawyer taking the warrior vampire apart with mere strokes of his tongue. Sawyer had his own kind of magic, even if it wasn’t the kind they’d been expecting.
“Only you and Henry. I’ll gut anyone else.”
“Deal,” Sawyer said. He nicked his tongue on the end of Andvari’s fang, then shoved it into the vampire’s mouth. Andvari made the most desperate sound Eduard had ever heard and began to undulate desperately beneath Sawyer’s legs.
Eduard slipped over to his desk and snagged the ancient dagger he used as a letter opener. “Andvari, hold.”
The vampire froze, holding Sawyer tightly in his grasp. With one deft swipe, Eduard split the seem of the sleep shorts Sawyer had pulled on before he came downstairs. He was still so worried about Cecil catching a glimpse of his naked body.
Andvari opened his eyes, even as he still nursed at Sawyer’s tongue. He had a desperation in them and Eduard grinned wickedly as he pushed the chair at Sawyer’s back away and knelt behind him.
He ran his fingers over Sawyer’s chest, then down his abs, earning him a whimper from Sawyer. Down further, to where their stomachs pressed together, then further still to the edge of the loose fitting pants Andvari wore for his morning workouts.
He pushed the waist down, tucking the band beneath Andvari’s full balls. He couldn’t move them further, not from the position they were sitting, but he’d accomplished his mission.
Andvari leaned back, impossibly far, his flexible body and incredible strength on full display. His cock slipped from between them and Eduard pulled it down, giving it a nice hard stroke before Andvari slowly lifted himself up again.
Eduard guided Andvari’s cock to Sawyer’s hole, still slick with the salve Eduard had sneakily applied before he came downstairs earlier. Knowing he could touch Sawyer while he slept had given Eduard a hard on it had taken his hand and a hot shower to relieve. He’d be discussing his desires later, because although Sawyer had readily agreed to all of their attentions, taking him in his sleep required clear consent beforehand so Eduard didn’t feel like a complete creeper. But oh, how he’d wanted to just ease Sawyer’s cheeks apart and tease his way inside his hole. It hadn’t quite recovered from their last round of fucking, the oil and come still thick on his thighs, and it would have been so easy to just slip inside him.
Now that he thought of it, Sawyer must have cleaned up a bit from the night before but he’d reapplied the salve himself. That thought sent another shot of lust through Eduard. Sawyer’s sweet fingers teasing at his own hole, trembling as he felt how lose and sensitive he was.
Eduard hitched a breath and leaned forward to brush his aching cock against Sawyer’s back. Andvari was moving him up and down, powerful thrusts rocking Sawyer’s body as he moved. Andvari proved his incredible strength once again, lifting and lowering Sawyer with the same precision he used to wield his giant sword.
He fucked Sawyer with brutal efficiency, slamming forward with force that should have hurt, but Sawyer writhed and begged for more. When Andvari approached his release moments later, he pounded up as he came, his strokes barely faltering. He slowed down, then caught Eduard’s eye as he removed one hand from Sawyer’s hip and placed it on the ground behind him.
His back arched beautifully, his perfect abs providing an angled bench for Sawyer to drape himself over. As Andvari’s softening cock slipped from Sawyer’s gleaming hole, Eduard was eager to replace it with his own. It only took a moment for him to unfasten his pants and push them down to his knees. He gave himself a stroke, enjoying the view immensely.
Sawyer hadn't found his own release and was still humping himself against Andvari’s muscled abdomen. Andvari urged him up enough for him to have access to Sawyer’s mouth, where a small trickle of blood escaped from the little cut on his tongue. Tongues were always such bleeders, a fact that Sawyer had clearly known.
As Andvari suckled at his mouth, Eduard slid his aching cock into Sawyer’s hole. It clamped down around him, earning another delicious whine from Sawyer’s throat. Andvari supported them all, his arm muscles bulging as Eduard began to pound into Sawyer, unable to hold back any longer.
His lion side reared to the forefront, eager to stake its claim, a proud warrior whose heritage led itself to fucking all of his mates. Eduard let part of his shift overtake him, his cock thickening and forming the tiny nubbled spines that sensitized the walls of his chosen mate’s passage, easing the way for cubs. Sawyer may not be able to provide him a litter, but Eduard would do his best to try and give him one anyway.
Sawyer cried out, the nubs doing their job and teasing his insides with every stroke. Andvari moved his other hand away, arching his back more fully as Sawyer lay across him and took everything Eduard had to give.
The lion in him roared, eager to please his mates, the men beneath him both worthy of bearing his cubs. The instincts grew stronger, his cock pulsing even as it grew larger still, locking him into Sawyer’s body with one last powerful thrust. When Sawyer cried out and his hole clamped down as he shot his release over Andari’s stomach, Eduard came and came, his balls emptying themselves. Come leaked out of Sawyer, dripping between them in perfect proof that his mate had been well and truly filled.
Once he settled, Andvari beamed, also pleased with his performance. Eduard supported Sawyer’s weight so Andvari could untwist his legs and stretch out, then he lowered Sawyer onto his waiting chest. Andvari rolled them to the side, the padded rug all the support he needed. Sawyer curled up against him, still panting, as Andvari licked at his lips again.
Sawyer opened his mouth, his tongue dancing against Andvari’s once again, scraping his fang and providing much needed nourishment. Andvari moaned, the hunger never fully sated as he sucked at Sawyer’s tongue.
Eduard stood and stretched, his lion so sated he wanted to find a warm spot to curl up and sleep. Cecil entered the room, giving a pleased look at Eduard’s debauchery and handed over a tray of warm towels and a new jar of the salve.
He’d also included a sports drink for Sawyer, which he would definitely need after feeding his hungry vampire. Eduard scratched his belly, then used the warm towel to wipe himself clean. He adjusted his trousers, then tucked his shirt back into them. He had security supplies to order, and Andvari may have thought ordering fifty gallons of lube was a joke but they were clearly going to need it.
Henry
Henry woke up with a knowing that ached its way deep into his mind. He winced, deep in the vision, and allowed it to swallow him. It was better to just disappear into it and open himself to what he was being told.
He was outside the house, in the backyard. He could see the sliding doors leading into the kitchen, but it looked like…wait, the backyard wasn’t a yard at all. It had been transformed into… Goddess, Henry had never seen anything like it. A giant pool glimmered in the moonlight. Sawyer was there, standing beside it while something big swam. Henry only saw a flash of silver, but it was a really big flash.
But Sawyer... Henry whimpered and tried to reach out to him, but he was held firmly in the arms of his vision. Sawyer had been beaten. He was bruised and bloody, one eye swollen nearly shut. He had scratch marks down his side that reached to his upper hip. They disappeared beneath the loose shorts he wore.
