by Kelex
Oz chuckled. “Anticipation is a good thing.”
He tipped Llyr’s chin up before claiming a kiss. Llyr moaned against Oz’s mouth, ravenous to taste them both. The kiss started slow. Oz nipped at his lips leisurely before trailing down Llyr’s neck and nuzzling at the spot where it met his shoulder.
Lips parted on a sigh, Llyr lifted his gaze to see Dagr watching them. He leaned a hip against Oz’s desk, cradling the cup in one hand while with the other, he brushed a palm down his thick thigh.
Beside the impression of a hard cock pressing the fabric of his trousers out.
Dagr lifted the cup to his lips, sipping it like Llyr craved to be savored.
Why does he wait? I need him.
Disregarding his trepidation, he reached out to Dagr with one hand as Oz tasted back up the column of his throat. Dagr’s large, warm hand slid against his as Oz claimed his mouth again. Thus began a war between his two lovers, both of them eager to drink from his lips—all while their hands roamed over his ripening body.
Slick soon glazed his ass cheeks. The scent of his arousal filled his nose, and he wondered if humans had the same senses a merman had.
Oz suddenly released a low growl and lowered to his knees. With deft fingers, he undid the knot of rope Llyr had used to hold up the borrowed trousers. Dagr took advantage of the moment, claiming Llyr’s mouth as his own.
When he was bare from the waist down, Oz turned him slightly and massaged Llyr’s buttocks. He toyed and playfully slapped Llyr’s cheeks between the kneading strokes. Dagr backed away—just long enough to pull Llyr’s shirt off. He cast it away, allowing it to float down to the floor as he discarded his own attire.
They were both naked… only Oz still wore trousers.
Oz urged him down to his hands and knees. Hungrily, Llyr looked at the thick organ jutting from Dagr’s pelvis. He licked his lips, desiring a taste. Without another thought, he reached out and caressed the man’s root, his fingers barely encircling the shaft. The moan that leapt from Dagr’s lips was all the provocation he needed to continue his inexperienced motions. He had a cock, so he caressed Dagr much like the way he liked to touch himself. Lifting his stare, he captured Dagr’s gaze. He listened to the roil of his human’s groans of pleasure, teaching himself which strokes and pressure his lover liked most.
That was until Oz made a move. Llyr cried out as Oz pressed his mouth between the pair and licked a hot trail through the wetness there. His legs nearly went out from under him the moment Oz pressed his tongue against the puckered flesh between his cheeks. All conscious thought escaped him in that moment, and he struggled to stroke his hand as well as he had moments before.
Dagr pressed his thumb against Llyr’s lips. Llyr opened his mouth, and Dagr slid the digit past his teeth and onto his tongue. Without a thought, Llyr sucked the thick thumb, moaning around it as Oz’s tongue surged past the thick band of nerves. Dagr removed his thumb, replacing it with the head of his cock. Llyr opened for that, too.
One of Dagr’s hands tangled in the curls at the crown of his head, twisting into them roughly. He held Llyr’s head still as he pitched forward, sliding his shaft deeper. Llyr could taste salty-sweet cum and moaned as Dagr pressed on. He swallowed what he could before gagging.
Dagr wrapped a hand around his shaft and fed the length to Llyr’s eager mouth. He moaned around Dagr’s cock as Oz tongue fucked him from behind. After a few moments, the men traded places. Oz kicked off his trousers before stepping close enough that Llyr could investigate the slightly shorter, but equally broad shaft.
Once Llyr had done a bit of inspection, he brought the head to his lips, still voracious. He swallowed Oz as far as he could, nearly getting a little over half into his mouth. Oz’s moans of pleasure circled the cabin, urging Llyr to move faster.
To take more.
Dagr bit his ass cheek, eliciting a surprised cry. He released Oz’s cock from his lips with a pop and looked over his shoulder at the devilish man smiling up at him. A smile stretched Llyr’s lips seeing this side to Dagr.
The wall was cracking a bit more.
Llyr went back to Oz’s cock while Dagr licked, bit, and nuzzled his ass—before licking a hot trail from balls to hole. He, too, tongue fucked Llyr’s anus, all while stretching it with a couple of thick fingers.
Slick oozed from Llyr’s hole, his body past the point of being ready. At some point, his knees began to ache from being on the floor. Without a word, he dragged some of their discarded clothing over and tucked them under his legs to ease his discomfort.
“Let’s move this to the bed,” Oz murmured as he stroked a hand through Llyr’s curls. “You’ll be more comfortable there.”
Llyr smiled as the two men drew him onto Oz’s bed. It was considerably larger than Dagr’s. Still, it was a bit narrow for three. The confines of the ship were tight everywhere, that he could see. Luckily, the captain and commander seemed to understand exactly how to use every inch of that bed. They fit with ease—especially with him draped over Dagr’s big, strong body. They kissed with abandon—not clouded with the intense need of a full heat. This time, they’d be able to go slower and he could learn every inch of their bodies.
As they learned every inch of his.
Yet they all seemed incapable of slow. Urgency filled the air. It crackled—like lightning, sizzling around them. Every inch of his flesh was on fire, covered with goose bumps and impatient for their touch. The feel of all four roughhewn hands on his skin left him winded. Wanting more, he leaned closer, seeking communion with the men. Llyr inwardly gasped, working hard to hold a moan back.
“Is this better?” Oz murmured before pressing a kiss behind Llyr’s ear.
He pressed his lips to the space where Llyr’s gills had been. Now that space was smooth skin… and highly sensitive. The man’s warm, soft lips grazed him there, causing Llyr to close his eyes and revel in the sensation.
“Yess,” Llyr hissed in response to Oz’s question.
The captain slid his hand around to the back of Llyr’s neck. Cupping his head, the human quickly drew Llyr closer. Llyr exhaled, the possessiveness in the motion sending shockwaves through him. He lifted his stare to Oz’s heated one and could smell the whiskey on the man’s breath. Slanting his head, he lowered in and kissed Llyr with enthusiasm.
As soon as they came up for air, Dagr stole Llyr’s lips. His kiss was just as heady, leaving Llyr drunk and panting.
“Thief,” Oz whispered hotly before pulling Llyr to him and offering a more devastating kiss than the last.
A frenzy built as the two vied for his attentions—yet they somehow still shared him equally. Llyr had never been between two lusty men and soon learned he rather liked it. Being the object of their affection was intoxicating and quickly drove his need well past any point he’d ever experienced.
Oz moved in behind him and kissed him from his earlobes down to where neck met shoulder—all while the man’s large hands stroked his chest and stomach. Dagr writhed under him, his hard cock rubbing against Llyr’s. Hands dug into his hips almost painfully—but then held him in the very place he most desired to be.
Llyr arched his back and moaned at the sensation of the heated, wet swipe across his hard shaft. Glancing down, he saw Dagr now stroked his length in one strong hand. Oz soon joined Dagr. They worked their hands in concert over his shaft. Unfamiliar with the dual sensations, he writhed and fought against their provocation. Llyr moaned, over and over, as they stroked his shaft, stirring the coming orgasm.
His whimpers merged into one long, low mewl. Shaking his head against Oz’s shoulder, he fought the mounting need that threatened to consume him. His body shook, his breathing shuddered. He gasped, panting for more air. Their wicked caresses swayed him closer and closer to the edge. His two humans took ownership of his body and his reactions, stealing his ability to control himself.
When one of them slid a thick finger in through the tight bud at his bottom, he shattered.
Unable to hold back, the o
rgasm crashed into him. Squeezing his eyes shut, white light burst behind them and his body bowed. He came with a scream, his cum spurting from his shaft in a torrent onto Dagr’s stomach.
Llyr collapsed against Dagr’s chest to let his lungs draw much-needed air back into them. “That was… amazing.”
“Only the start,” Oz murmured.
Llyr felt a finger at his tight hole again and welcomed the tip inside him. It slowly slid deeper before rocking in and out. Oz set a steady tempo, thrilling him with every thrust. He was barely recovered from his orgasm and yet could sense the quickening within.
He already wanted more.
Looking over a shoulder, he watched Oz testing his puckered flesh.
“I noticed this before… do you oil yourself? Whatever it is, it’s sweet.” Oz said, lifting a brow.
“Slick,” Llyr corrected. “Not oil.”
Dagr ran a broad, warm hand down Llyr’s belly before grasping the root of his softening cock. He rose on his arms some, allowing the man better purchase.
“Slick?” Oz asked, frowning.
“Oh right. Humans don’t have omegas.” Llyr lifted his head. “It’s natural to my kind. To omegas. We produce slick to ease our lovers inside us. And help lubricate when we push a baby out.”
Oz’s eyes went wide. “From here?”
“Where else?” Llyr asked. He turned to glance at Dagr, who wore a similar shocked expression.
“I was almost too afraid to ask,” Oz murmured.
“Does it hurt? To give birth?” Dagr asked as he massaged Llyr’s cock, his grip sure and strong.
Llyr sighed against the caress of Dagr’s palm. “Do your females feel no pain in giving birth?”
“Well yes—but their bodies are more pliable. They’re fashioned to give birth,” Dagr said.
“I can’t speak for humans, but in omega merfolk, we’re all… pliable. Our bodies were also fashioned to give birth—so when it’s time—we’re able to stretch more to accommodate a child. Yes, there is pain, but I’ve been told it’s worthwhile. Once my babes are in my arms, I will forget it all.” Llyr sighed. “Perhaps I’ll find out one day.”
“And… how do you feed your babes?” Dagr asked, his tone low and deep.
Llyr lifted a hand to his chest. “From here.”
“A male can breastfeed?” Oz asked.
“Of course,” Llyr said. “An omega male can. Alphas cannot.”
Dagr lifted a hand to pinch one of Llyr’s nipples. “Males and females of our world have sensitive nipples and often enjoy them to be fondled. What of mermen?”
Llyr pressed Dagr’s hand closer and urged more of a pinch. “I like that. Very much so.”
Lifting his other hand, Dagr massaged both nipples. He tweaked and pulled, extracting moans from Llyr.
“Are you sure we cannot put a babe on you?” Oz asked before pressing more kisses to Llyr’s shoulder.
“Do you fear that?” Llyr asked, worry growing.
“Yes. But likely not in the way you think,” Oz said.
Llyr focused over one shoulder. Dagr stilled his hands.
“Why do you fear it?”
Oz remained silent a moment, pressing another kiss to Llyr’s skin. “You say you only have a few more days with us. What if you left with a babe within your womb? Either of us could have a son or daughter we’d never meet.”
Llyr smiled. “As I said—I don’t think it’s possible. We’re two different species.”
“Yet there is something almost human about you,” Dagr murmured. “Oz could be right. I shudder to imagine a child of my own who I would never get to know. You’d have a little piece of one of us. What would we have of you?”
“At least you have each other,” Llyr whispered. “I have no one.” The sting of tears seared his eyes. “I’m so lonely, locked away by my father. I think I’d welcome a child to keep me company. He would love me, no matter what.” He smiled wistfully. “A little piece of you. I like that idea.”
“How could we object to that?” Oz whispered against the shell of his ear. He licked over the lobe and then behind it in that sensitive spot where his gills had been.
The pair quickly whipped him back into a frenzy, their mouths, fingers, and bodies stirring him to great heights. Dagr captured his head in a strong caress and stole more kisses. They deepened with every beat of his heart until he was burning inside. Strong hands moved his hips up, and the head of Dagr’s cock was demanding against his backside, soaked with slick. Llyr shifted his hips and sighed against Dagr’s mouth as the head popped past the thick band of nerves.
Down he slid, pierced by Dagr’s thick root. He paused when they became one, his body stretching to accommodate the human. When he’d gotten his breath, he rose on his knees, forcing the cock to withdraw a few inches. Llyr slid back down, again taking in all of Dagr.
Dagr lingered, keeping his body still—even as every inch of him wished to move. He allowed Llyr to set the pace and take what he needed. Llyr gripped Dagr’s shoulders and bounced his butt up and down the fat cock, lust heavy in the air. Oz spread his cheeks, watching from behind as Dagr’s cock filled him. When he needed more, he stilled and gave Oz a look. It was all he had to do. He soon felt the prodding of Oz’s cock against his nether passage.
The wide head of Oz’s cock speared deep, opening him wider than any olisbos he’d ever used. Of course he’d had the men before, but he’d been mindless with lust in those moments. The whole of it blended together in his mind. He’d known satisfaction. He’d known their touch. But there were the barest of glimpses of it all in his memory, a swirling fog of satiation. Now, he could focus on every touch. Every caress of a hand. Every nibble of the lips. Every stretching pull.
He would commit them all to memory to hold onto for later, after he’d been forced to part with them. They might be the only thing to keep him sane.
Each thrust drove Oz deeper, and deeper still… until they were locked together as one. Dagr reclaimed his mouth, swallowing the moans that came with the new thrusts of their hard shafts. Llyr cried against Dagr’s tongue, tears of passion. Llyr was whole… complete… with two thick cocks spearing him.
“My gods,” Oz murmured as he rocked forward. “You feel so good.”
Llyr cried out against the fullness, loving the heavy weight of theirs cock impaling him. This was where he belonged, writhing between his two humans. It felt so right, his parts fitting in so beautifully with theirs. Amid Dagr and Oz’s heavy strokes… the fire built within Llyr again.
He closed his eyes, images of spending a heat with both of these men again enough to bring another moan to his lips. Of growing ripe and round with their babes. The thought was dangerous… yet so very alluring. The inner instinct whispered naughty things inside his head—the part he pushed way down deep. The innate part of him that recognized he’d been born to be bred.
“I wish I could see you big and round with our babies,” Oz whispered against Llyr’s ear. It was as if the human’s mind had gone to the very same place as his. He spread a hand over Llyr’s stomach. “I bet you’d be beautiful pregnant.”
“My gods…” The pleasure Oz evoked with those words was too overpowering. He’d been barely holding on before them. He searched for control and realized he was too far gone… there was no holding back. Back bowing, he screamed. Cum shot from him, spreading between him and Dagr… as he continued to plead to the gods above.
Both humans quickened their pace as Llyr came down from the heavens. Llyr sensed the insistence in their movements and the tone of their groans. He clenched around them, tightening his hold the best he could. They came, one after the other, filling him with two more loads of cum. Frozen for a moment as the two men recovered from their orgasms, they gasped for breath before trying to slide from Llyr’s body.
Again, Llyr’s spasming kept them in place a moment. After a few seconds, they withdrew and he fell against the bed between their two big bodies.
“Good?” Dagr asked, brushing som
e of Llyr’s long locks out of the way of his elbow. He lay on his side, his stare roaming over Llyr’s face. He seemed eager to hear Llyr’s answer.
“Good… so good,” Llyr whispered.
A broad smile crossed Oz’s face—one he wished he could see every single day for the rest of his life. Happy smiles stretched across both their handsome faces… and Llyr was pleased he’d helped put them there. They all breathed heavily in the quiet room. Sounds of the waves outside filtered in, filling the void. The men languidly lay beside him, wrapping their warm bodies around his sated one.
Llyr wished he could lie there forever, in the quiet, sated aftermath of their throupling. But then worry entered his mind. Had he’d done anything wrong… or had he been lacking in any way? He was an inexperienced lover. They seemed to find release, but that wasn’t always a marker for quality. Even when his mind was troubled and he didn’t feel quite himself, he’d almost always been able to eventually find release for himself on quiet nights alone in his bed.
The silence persisted, time passing so slowly… questions on the tip of his tongue. Questions he was too afraid to ask.
Dagr stroked his cheek and then stole a leisurely kiss. “That was amazing,” he murmured.
Llyr attempted to hide his smile, but failed. He’d been amazing, had he? “It was?” Llyr eyed him. “I did okay?”
“You did much more than okay,” Oz murmured before kissing him, too.
Llyr sighed with relief.
“You doubted yourself?” Dagr asked, one brow rising. “How could you not hear how pleased we were?”
“I wanted to be sure. You’re both gentlemen. You might’ve hidden your true feelings in an attempt to prevent my worry.”
Dagr chuckled. “I was not much of a gentleman moments ago. And, for argument’s sake—I hid none of my enjoyment.”
“You fit between us perfectly, in my estimation,” Oz added. “As if you were meant to be there.”
A stirring in his chest came at Oz’s words. It did seem as if he was meant to be there, with them. He met Oz’s gaze before flicking over to Dagr’s. His heart was ready to burst with the hint of emotions he saw in their eyes.