Vex’s lips touch down on his forehead and then on his temple. “How are you feeling, darling?”
“I’d very much like to come, sweetheart,” Percy says as deadpan as possible.
Vex bubbles laughter. “I’m afraid you’ll have to ask rather more seriously than that!” She runs her fingernails down his torso, plucking at each nipple until he’s humming with need, then closing her hand loosely around his cock and moving it just a little. The table lowers to suit her smaller frame. Scanlan could probably make a living off such inventions if he ever felt the need to.
“Oh. Fuck. Please, Vex.”
“You’re not finished yet,” Vex says, and it doesn’t make sense for a moment—of course he’s not finished, she has his still-hard cock in her hand and can feel how far he is from finished—but then Percy grasps her meaning.
“G-grog, have I served you well?”
“Yep,” Grog says without hesitation.
Percy does hesitate before asking the next question. “Have I fulfilled everyone’s needs completely tonight?”
“Yep,” Grog says again.
“Yes,” Scanlan says.
“No.” Vax, and Percy is unsurprised.
“Not yet, lover.” Vex, squeezing him to draw out a moan.
“Yes,” Keyleth says, sounding dazed. Percy warrants that, while Grog was coming, someone else was bringing Keyleth off. Probably Vax, although after Vex’s earlier attentions he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she had gone back to explore Keyleth a little further.
Pike’s quiet, and Percy wishes again that he could see her. Of them all she has been the least predictable, and it’s more than a little exciting not knowing what desires are coalescing in her mind.
“You can say no, Pickle. Nobody’s going to care if you want seconds. Thirds. Whatever you’re up to.”
“I feel greedy,” Pike says, voice small.
“Sarenrae’s sake, you’ve got every right to be greedy. Look at him.” Vax’s hand touches Percy’s cheek. “Look at his pretty pink mouth, just waiting for you... or that gorgeous cock you could ride again... he’s here for us to have, Pike, that’s the point.”
“When you put it that way.” Percy can hear Pike’s smile.
She comes to him first, back up on the kneeling pads, settling carefully astride his face. She doesn’t lower herself immediately, though, instead leaning to first the left and then the right.
When Percy feels the ropes slip free from his arms he can barely make sense of it at first. But then realization sets in and, as fast as he can, he has his hands on Pike’s ass, urging her down onto his lips and eager tongue.
Focusing on her serves as a distraction from what’s happening between his thighs. By now he recognizes Vax’s fingers, slipping so readily into him with just a touch more oil to counter the effects of Scanlan’s cleaning spell. He could, he thinks, get used to it; perhaps Vex would consent to lending him out to her brother once in a while.
There is an alternative, though, one that Vex brings home to him very suddenly as her accustomed weight settles astride him, the warmth of her that he knows oh so well pressing slick along the length of his shaft. There is an alternative, as her brother in turn presses in against Percy, his cockhead a familiar bluntness breaching the entrance to Percy’s body.
They can share him.
Percy cries out against Pike’s soft heat, feeling the pulse of her need against his tongue, hearing her gasp as she turns her head to see what’s got him so distracted. His fingers press roughly into her flesh, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Vex’s velvet warmth engulfs him; she’s practically purring as she settles herself and begins rocking, slowly at first to find a rhythm that works. Naturally it’s harder than if it were just she and Percy, as she has to balance her movements with those of her brother.
Vax takes his time easing into Percy, his earlier fierce need evidently somewhat quenched. Still, it doesn’t make it any less of a sweet torment to be caught between the two of them, and Percy’s very soon begging both twins to fuck him, obscenities spilling out against Pike’s skin. Pike’s fingers knot into his hair and yank his mouth harder against her, and Percy somehow manages to focus on what he’s doing. He doubts that she minds overmuch, though, considering how she shamelessly grinds down against him when he groans.
Percy’s never quite sure whose quick fingers find Vex’s clit and push her the last little bit of the way over the edge, only that whoever it is must have been very close to the table.
At any rate, when she comes the delicious tight shudder of her around him is what finally, finally grants Percy his own release.
To be perfectly vulgar, it’s the difference between shooting with a pistol versus shooting with a rifle.
He can hear—no, he can’t. He can’t hear the way Vex cries out at the sensation of his climax, although he can infer it. He can’t hear Pike gasping his name as she shudders with the tip of his tongue pressed against her even as he loses all sense of what to do with his mouth except chant, “Yes, yes, oh fuck yes.” He can’t hear Vax moan as he spills over into Percy, nor the way it’s muffled against either Keyleth’s lips or his own sister’s shoulder.
All he can hear is the roaring in his ears of his own pulse, so loud in a way he hasn’t experienced in a long time. Except this time it’s not demon-wrought, but brought on by these beautiful people, his dear friends, who love him so very much.
See Me At My Worst, 10/11 (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)
“I’d very much like to come, sweetheart,” Percy says as deadpan as possible.
Vex bubbles laughter. “I’m afraid you’ll have to ask rather more seriously than that!” She runs her fingernails down his torso, plucking at each nipple until he’s humming with need, then closing her hand loosely around his cock and moving it just a little. The table lowers to suit her smaller frame. Scanlan could probably make a living off such inventions if he ever felt the need to.
“Oh. Fuck. Please, Vex.”
“You’re not finished yet,” Vex says, and it doesn’t make sense for a moment—of course he’s not finished, she has his still-hard cock in her hand and can feel how far he is from finished—but then Percy grasps her meaning.
“G-grog, have I served you well?”
“Yep,” Grog says without hesitation.
Percy does hesitate before asking the next question. “Have I fulfilled everyone’s needs completely tonight?”
“Yep,” Grog says again.
“Yes,” Scanlan says.
“No.” Vax, and Percy is unsurprised.
“Not yet, lover.” Vex, squeezing him to draw out a moan.
“Yes,” Keyleth says, sounding dazed. Percy warrants that, while Grog was coming, someone else was bringing Keyleth off. Probably Vax, although after Vex’s earlier attentions he wouldn’t be entirely surprised if she had gone back to explore Keyleth a little further.
Pike’s quiet, and Percy wishes again that he could see her. Of them all she has been the least predictable, and it’s more than a little exciting not knowing what desires are coalescing in her mind.
“You can say no, Pickle. Nobody’s going to care if you want seconds. Thirds. Whatever you’re up to.”
“I feel greedy,” Pike says, voice small.
“Sarenrae’s sake, you’ve got every right to be greedy. Look at him.” Vax’s hand touches Percy’s cheek. “Look at his pretty pink mouth, just waiting for you... or that gorgeous cock you could ride again... he’s here for us to have, Pike, that’s the point.”
“When you put it that way.” Percy can hear Pike’s smile.
She comes to him first, back up on the kneeling pads, settling carefully astride his face. She doesn’t lower herself immediately, though, instead leaning to first the left and then the right.
When Percy feels the ropes slip free from his arms he can barely make sense of it at first. But then realization sets in and, as fast as he can, he has his hands on Pike’s ass, urging her down onto his lips and eager tongue.
Focusing on her serves as a distraction from what’s happening between his thighs. By now he recognizes Vax’s fingers, slipping so readily into him with just a touch more oil to counter the effects of Scanlan’s cleaning spell. He could, he thinks, get used to it; perhaps Vex would consent to lending him out to her brother once in a while.
There is an alternative, though, one that Vex brings home to him very suddenly as her accustomed weight settles astride him, the warmth of her that he knows oh so well pressing slick along the length of his shaft. There is an alternative, as her brother in turn presses in against Percy, his cockhead a familiar bluntness breaching the entrance to Percy’s body.
They can share him.
Percy cries out against Pike’s soft heat, feeling the pulse of her need against his tongue, hearing her gasp as she turns her head to see what’s got him so distracted. His fingers press roughly into her flesh, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
Vex’s velvet warmth engulfs him; she’s practically purring as she settles herself and begins rocking, slowly at first to find a rhythm that works. Naturally it’s harder than if it were just she and Percy, as she has to balance her movements with those of her brother.
Vax takes his time easing into Percy, his earlier fierce need evidently somewhat quenched. Still, it doesn’t make it any less of a sweet torment to be caught between the two of them, and Percy’s very soon begging both twins to fuck him, obscenities spilling out against Pike’s skin. Pike’s fingers knot into his hair and yank his mouth harder against her, and Percy somehow manages to focus on what he’s doing. He doubts that she minds overmuch, though, considering how she shamelessly grinds down against him when he groans.
“Somebody touch me,” Vex says unsteadily. “Somebody—fuck.”
Percy’s never quite sure whose quick fingers find Vex’s clit and push her the last little bit of the way over the edge, only that whoever it is must have been very close to the table.
At any rate, when she comes the delicious tight shudder of her around him is what finally, finally grants Percy his own release.
To be perfectly vulgar, it’s the difference between shooting with a pistol versus shooting with a rifle.
He can hear—no, he can’t. He can’t hear the way Vex cries out at the sensation of his climax, although he can infer it. He can’t hear Pike gasping his name as she shudders with the tip of his tongue pressed against her even as he loses all sense of what to do with his mouth except chant, “Yes, yes, oh fuck yes.” He can’t hear Vax moan as he spills over into Percy, nor the way it’s muffled against either Keyleth’s lips or his own sister’s shoulder.
All he can hear is the roaring in his ears of his own pulse, so loud in a way he hasn’t experienced in a long time. Except this time it’s not demon-wrought, but brought on by these beautiful people, his dear friends, who love him so very much.