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“ASTARION!” Malcolm practically flew at the vampire, leaping into his arms and hugging the pale elf tightly, the vampire stumbling slightly but eagerly swinging the man around.

“I missed you.” Malcolm said matter of factly, after Astarion let him down, and the vampire smiled helplessly back.

“And I you, darling.” Astarion brushed a stray bang out of Malcolm’s face, “You look well.” Sniffing, the vampire glanced up to an amused Halsin, “And hello to you, you walking mountain.”

“It is good to see you as well, Astarion.” Halsin chuckled, clapping a hand onto Astarion’s shoulder. “Where is your other half?”

“In his office, he said he’d be done soon, but that was an hour ago.” Astarion rolled his eyes, and Malcolm huffed.

“We should storm his office then.” Malcolm decided, “Lead the way!”

One office assault later, which Malcolm had gotten briefly polymorphed into a sheep and caused chaos as a result, the foursome had retired to a room Astarion affectionately called ‘The Cuddle Room’, a small room filled with comfy places to sit and, well, cuddle.

Malcolm, no longer a sheep, had claimed Gale for cuddling purposes, the two humans intertwined, sandwiched by Halsin and Astarion, Malcolm fast asleep.

“I wasn’t aware it was possible to cause so much chaos as a sheep.” Astarion muttered, watching as Malcolm slept with his head on Gale’s stomach. “Then again, it is Malcolm we are speaking of.”

“I dare say Tara will not forget this incident for many years to come.” Gale agreed, looking down at Malcolm with a fond look in his soft brown eyes. “You wanted to speak of something, Halsin?”

“Ah, indeed I did. Malcolm confessed to me a rather intriguing fantasy, that the two of you might be interested in.” Halsin smirked wolfishly, which earned Astarion and Gale’s undivided attention.

“Do tell what filthy fantasy our little Badger has in mind!” Astarion purred, glancing at the still slumbering Malcolm.

“He called it a Free Use policy.” Halsin began slowly, “From what I understand, the gist of it is a fully-consensual fetish where partners are allowed to sexually “use” each other at any time. However, in this scenario, the three of use would be using Malcolm, with his full consent.”

“Any time, any place, one of us could just…” Gale trailed off, blushing furiously, his gaze dropping to the still unconscious Malcolm.

“He would have a watch word, in case he truly needed his partner to stop, but otherwise, he would be ours, wholly and utterly.” Halsin rumbled, and Astarion shivered in delight.

“I’m all for it. What do you think, Gale?” Astarion leant in close, nipping at Gale’s ear and making the wizard shiver.

“Oh, hells, why not. I should warn Tara, however, so she doesn’t tattle on us to my mother.” Gale muttered, wincing at the thought of his mother learning what kind of debauchery Gale and the rest got up to.

————

The next day, it began.

Malcolm was perusing one of Gale’s libraries, wandering around idly, unable to get rid of the exhilarated anticipation that was building inside him.

Finally finding a book that looked interesting, he leant against the bookcase, trying to read said book on the shelf high above his reach, when suddenly, there was a pale hand around his wrist.

“Hello darling.” Astarion murmured in his ear, and Malcolm shivered, glancing up over his shoulder at the pale elf, biting down on his bottom lip.

Astarion bullied Malcolm away from the bookshelves, pushing him atop a table as he kissed the human deep and hungry, not satisfied until Malcolm was trembling and pliant. “You remember your watch word, little Badger?” Astarion purred, gazing down at the panting man with a greedy look.

“Y-Yeah,” Malcom whispered, shivering at the wicked smile that crossed the pale elf’s face, before gasping loudly as Astairon quite literally tore Malcolm’s pants to shreds, the human shivering as his cunt was exposed. “O-Oh, oh fuck…”

“Yes, exactly my dear.” Astarion grinned, freeing himself from his breeches, and pressing the head of his cock against Malcolm’s slit, grinding against him teasingly.

Malcolm let his head fall back, a shaky moan escaping his throat as Astarion pushed inside of him, his inner walls clenching down on the vampire’s cock. “N-Ngh, A-Astarion-“

“That’s it, darling…” Astarion purred delightedly, tossing his head back with a groan, as he pressed inside the smaller man to the hilt. “Gods, I’d almost forgotten how wet you get for me, little Badger.” The vampire chuckled, smoothing one hand down Malcolm’s navel to thumb at his engorged clit.

“G-Guh! Ohhhh, oh shit,” Malcolm’s hands scrambled at the table, his hips twitching, his entire body shaking as Astarion began to move, the vampire leaning down to kiss him.

“Good boy, let me hear all your lovely noises~” The pale elf demanded lowly, hips pistoning rapidly into Malcolm’s welcoming body, making the human cry out over and over.

Malcolm could barely think, Astarion’s rapid, greedy pace driving all coherent thought from his mind. His legs wrapped around the vampire’s waist, his hands clawing in a needy manner at Astarion’s back, as the coil of pleasure in his navel grew tighter with each thrust the vampire made into his body.

“M-Mmgh, g-gods, d-don’t stop, p-please-“ Malcolm whined helplessly, arching his body against Astarion, who growled in approval, nipping at Malcolm’s neck.

“Nothing short of Ao himself could make me stop,” Astarion muttered almost maniacally, his free hand carding through Malcolm’s hair, tugging his head to the side to drag his fangs along Malcolm’s pulse point lightly. “I can feel you twitching around me, darling, you’re close, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes-AH! A-Astarion-“ Malcolm whimpered breathlessly, crying out as Astarion’s other hand moved from his hip back to Malcolm’s clit, making the human wail.

“That’s it, Malcolm,” Astarion demanded, slamming down into the human viciously, “Come for me, little Badger!” The vampire hissed, sinking his fangs into Malcolm’s neck.

The dual spike of pain and pleasure sent Malcolm screaming over the edge, the man wailing and spasming, climaxing hard enough to see stars.

Malcolm distantly registered Astarion letting out a wounded groan against his neck, and the vampire thrust in one last time, hips stilling as he came inside of Malcolm’s twitching cunt, making Malcolm keen.

Astarion pulled his fangs free of Malcolm’s skin, dragging his tongue over the wounds to seal them with a pleased sigh. “You know, darling,” The vampire began silkily, “At first, I was rather off put by the way you taste, but now…You’re a delicacy.” He nuzzled at Malcolm’s cheek affectionately.

“G-Glad y-you e-enjoy my taste…” Malcolm laughed breathlessly, his arms lazily linked around the pale elf. He let out a weak whine as Astarion straightened, pulling out of Malcolm slowly, his purple flecked crimson eyes locked on Malcolm’s cunt, smirking with delight at the way his seed slowly trickled out.

“…Did you really have to ruin my pants?” Malcolm asked after a moment, with a faint scowl, glancing down at the shredded remnants. “Am I just mean to walk around, pussy out?”

“Oh, I have an idea of what you can wear.” Astarion smirked down at him, a mischievous look in his purple flecked eyes.

———

Not even an hour later, Malcolm was wandering Gale’s tower, stuck with a permanent blush, fidgeting as he tried not to let the Wave Mother’s Servant robe that Astarion had all but forced on him, show more than he wanted.

Not to mention, he could still feel Astarion’s seed dripping down his thighs, warm and sticky in the worst fucking way.

“Oh, Malcolm! Good After-….noon….” Gale surprised him by walking around a corner, the wizard stopping dead and his beautiful brown eyes widening as he took in the sight of Malcolm in the Wavemother’s servant robe. “Gods above, you’re a vision.”

Malcolm went even pinker, and ducked his head with a nervous little laugh, shyly glancing up at Gale from under his eyelashes. “Ah…thanks…Astarion destroyed my pants, earlier, and then all but forced me into this…”

“You’re lovely.” Gale murmured, padding forward, his eyes roving over Malcolm’s body, reaching out to cup Malcolm’s face. “May I?” Gale asked gently, his eyes locked with Malcolm’s own.

“Of course…You don’t have to ask, you know.” Malcolm reminded him softly, blushing even more as Gale immediately surged forward to kiss him, the wizard drawing him flush against himself.

The kiss went on and on until both humans were breathless, and Gale grinned boyishly down at Malcolm, “It almost feels rather illicit, just the two of us together,” The wizard murmured, nipping at Malcolm’s bottom lip playfully. “I’m at a loss of what I should do with you, my dear.”

Malcolm squirmed, and made a small face, feeling the sticky mess between his thighs and frowning downwards.

“What’s wrong?” Gale asked, voice tinged with worry.

“Oh, it’s not you,” Malcolm quickly reassured him, “Astarion came inside me, and, uh, it’s been dripping out, and my thighs are sticky.” Malcolm admitted, squeaking at the heated look that came onto Gale’s face. The wizard groaned softly, and got down onto his knees, smirking as he lifted the bottom part of the Wavemother’s servant robe up, parting Malcolm’s thighs and pressing a kiss to his right upper thigh, letting the robe fall over his head.

“Oh, fuck.” Malcolm leant back against the wall, his hands flying down to grip at Gale’s hair, gasping as Gale slowly, methodically licked and kissed away the sticky remnants of Astarion’s spend. “G-Gods, G-Gale, p-please-“

“Gladly, my dear.” Gale chuckled, and then that talented tongue was diving inside Malcolm’s hole, causing him to cry out.

Malcolm keened, his fingers tangling in Gale’s hair, his hips bucking against Gale’s tongue, his head falling back against the wall. “G-Guh, f-fuck,” The younger human whined, panting as Gale drove him wild.

Gale ate him like a man starved, his tongue chasing any trace of Astarion’s seed and then some, making Malcolm’s knees buckle with pleasure, the man whimpering loudly.

“Ga-Gale, ohhhh, oh fuck, r-right there!” Malcolm begged, tugging at Gale’s hair, and wailing as Gale immediately assaulted that specific spot with his tongue, the wizard groaning as if wounded into his soaked cunt.

Malcolm’s head spun with arousal, and he whimpered, grinding against Gale’s mouth and letting out a hoarse cry as Gale pushed in two fingers alongside his tongue.

“G-Gale!” Malcolm sobbed, whining as the coil of pleasure in his navel grew tighter and tighter, “G-Gonna-“

Gale withdrew his tongue, and moved to suck Malcolm’s clit harshly into his mouth, three fingers pistoning into Malcolm’s cunt.

Malcolm shrieked, his head snapping back against the wall, his thighs clamping around Gale’s head, his vision whiting out as his orgasm hit him.

When his vision returned, he keened as he felt Gale pull off his clit and pull his fingers free. “N-Ngh, G-Gale,” Malcolm whimpered, and Gale groaned, surging up to kiss him deeply.

“My dear,” The wizard panted, once the kiss broke, “Would you please get on your knees for me?”

Malcolm shuddered, and slowly slid to his knees, staring up at the older man with dilated eyes.

“Good boy,” Gale praised softly, rubbing his thumb over the younger man’s lips. “Open wide.”

Malcolm obeyed, shivering as Gale freed himself from his breeches, and gently fed him his cock.

Malcolm kept his gaze locked with Gale’s own, doing his best to breath through his nose and flatten his tongue.

“That’s it,” Gale praised breathlessly, thrusting shallowly into Malcolm’s throat, his eyelids fluttering from pleasure. “You’re taking me so well.”

Malcolm shuddered again, and braced his hands on Gale’s thighs, letting the wizard use his mouth, not breaking eye contact.

“Hah, gods, you…you were right about the eye contact…” Gale muttered hungrily, bracing one hand against the wall, the other gently grabbing ahold of Malcolm’s hair. “I won’t last, not with you looking at me like this…”

Malcolm moaned, and that made Gale curse softly, thrusting deep enough to make Malcolm gag.

“Oh, he-hells, a-are you all right?” Gale managed, trying to pull out, but Malcolm held tight, even as his eyes watered slightly. If his mouth wasn’t occupied, he’d tell the wizard ‘Momma didn’t raise no bitch’.

Gale seemed to understand nonetheless, and panted, thrusting helplessly into Malcolm’s throat, bracing his forehead against his arm. “I’m…I’m not going to last…Gods-“ Malcolm made a confused sound as Gale abruptly pulled out, only to flinch lightly as he felt the first spurts of Gale’s release hit his lips.

Malcolm sagged back against the wall, and closed his eyes, panting as he tried to catch his breath, hearing Gale do the same above him.

“…Well…that was different,” Malcolm rasped, opening his eyes to glance up at Gale.

“Good different, hopefully?” Gale smiled winningly down at him, offering a hand to help him up.

Malcolm took his hand, and pulled himself up, smiling helplessly as Gale leaned in to kiss him softly, the wizard’s hands on his hips.

“….Did you get cum in my beard?” Malcolm questioned, and Gale paused, slowly gaining a sheepish expression. “I’m telling Astarion to aim for yours next time.”

“Awh, Malcolm!”

————

An hour later found Malcolm wandering again, still clad in the Wavemother’s servant robe.

He sighed, and found his way out to a balcony, leaning against the railing and enjoying the slight breeze.

Malcolm squawked as he abruptly was bent over the railing, a familiar pale set of hands on his hips. “A-Astarion!” The human squeaked, glancing over his shoulder with an incredulous look.

“Hush, pet.” Astarion pressed flush against Malcolm’s back, and Malcolm realized the vampire already had his cock out, feeling it pressed against his ass.

“S-Someone wi-will see!” Malcolm protested, keening despite his anxiety, as Astarion drew his robe up, and parted Malcolm’s legs, grinding his cock along Malcolm’s slick folds.

“If you truly want me to stop, darling, you know what to say.” Astarion murmured against his ear, nipping at his earlobe playfully, as the head of his cock caught against the opening of Malcolm’s cunt.

Malcolm moaned brokenly as Astarion slid inside him in a long, smooth stroke, his cunt spasming around the intrusion, his head dropping forward.

“Hold onto the railing,” Astarion commanded, and Malcolm obeyed, keening as Astarion grabbed onto his hips and immediately began to pound into him ruthlessly.

Malcolm whined high in his throat each time Astarion slid in to the hilt, feeing the vampire’s balls slap against his clit, and held onto the railing for dear life.

“I can smell Gale on you,” Astarion growled, his voice darkly pleased as his hands tightened on Malcolm’s hips. “Tell me what he did to you.”

“H-he,” Malcolm hiccuped, keening as Astarion thrust in harshly, “He licked and ate your cum from me, a-and-Ngh! He…he fucked m-my face, and c-came o-on it…”

Astarion let out a breathless groan, and hunched over Malcolm, moving one hand to press against Malcolm’s navel, making Malcolm whimper loudly. “How delightfully bold of him, I’m proud!” The vampire chuckled, grinding deep enough to make Malcolm wail.

“M-my knees-“ Malcolm whimpered, feeling them buckle from pleasure, and he made a confused noise as Astarion abruptly pulled out, only to yelp as Astarion grabbed him and forced him down onto the ground on all fours, Malcolm glancing blearily over his shoulder just in time to see Astarion shove back inside of him, making Malcolm cry out.

“And to think,” Astarion panted, draping himself back over Malcolm, “Four months ago, you thought you’d die a virgin, my delightfully slutty friend.” He purred in Malcolm’s ear.

Malcolm keened helpelssly, moaning when one of Astarion’s hands moved down his stomach to stroke his clit, the man whimpering with each thrust. “A-Astaaarion!”

“I have you, my dear,” Astarion grunted, moving somehow even faster, burying his face in Malcolm’s neck. “My darling Malcolm.”

Malcolm whined high in his throat, his head dizzy with pleasure, as he felt himself hurtling towards his third climax of the day. “I-I can’t, I-I’m g-gonna-“

In response, Astarion sunk his fangs into Malcolm’s neck for the second time that day, and the sharp spike of ice cold pain compounded with the ecstasy of Astarion pinching his clit, causing Malcolm to howl and tremble in orgasm.

Astarion groaned against his neck, and thrust a few more staggered times, before stilling, and Malcolm whimpered as he felt the vampire’s release flood his cunt, only kept up on all fours by Astarion’s grip on him.

“N-Nngh, f-fuuuck…” Malcolm quivered, panting in the aftershocks of his climax, letting out a quiet, almost mute whimper when Astarion pulled his fangs free. “Gods, you’re r-really intent on ruining me, aren’t you?”

“Like you don’t love it,” Astarion smirked against his skin, stroking a hand over Malcolm’s navel affectionately.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me pregnant.” Malcolm muttered tiredly, and Astarion let out a startled bark of laughter.

“Breeding is Halsin’s kink, darling, not mine.” The vampire snorted, slowly pulling out.

“…Wait, really? Did he tell you that?” Malcolm rolled over onto his back, blinking up at the smirking vampire.

“Darling, the way he looks at you told me.” Astarion sniffed.

———-

Two hours later would find Malcolm dozing on the bed he and Halsin were sharing, still clad in the Wavemother’s servant robe.

He was spread out on the bed, half asleep on his stomach, the robe having ridden up his right thigh an indecent amount, when he distantly registered the sound of the door to their bedroom opening.

Malcolm smiled against the bed, as he heard a sharp intake of breath, and slow, prowling footsteps toward the bed.

“G’d evening,” Malcolm sleepily greeted, not lifting his head as he felt a familiar hand stroking up his leg.

“You are a vision, my heart.” Halsin rumbled, a hungry, almost feral tinge to his voice. “I cannot resist such a tempting sight.”

Malcolm gasped softly, as Halsin clambered atop him, his big callused hands roughly pushing the robe Malcolm was wearing up, and spreading Malcolm’s legs.

Malcolm cried out, as he felt Halsin’s breath over his slit, and he grabbed the sheets in his fists, letting out a long, shaky moan as Halsin buried his face into Malcolm’s cunt, his tongue immediately diving inside.

“O-Oh, oh fuck, H-Halsin-“ Malcolm whimpered, pressing back against Halsin’s greedy mouth, tossing his head back.

“I can taste another man’s spend inside you, my love.” Halsin growled, nipping softly at Malcolm’s clit and making the man yelp. “Who had you last?”

“A-Astarion-“ Malcolm keened, pressing his forehead against the sheets, his entire body trembling, gasping as Halsin thrust two fingers in to the knuckle inside his twitching cunt. “H-Halsin, p-please-“

“Please what, my heart?” The druid purred, curling his fingers and making Malcolm wail.

“N-Need you-“ Malcolm begged, glancing over his shoulder, shuddering at the feral look on Halsin’s face, “P-Please-“

Malcolm let out a broken cry as Halsin surged up and abruptly thrust into his cunt to the hilt, the man spasming wildly and clawing at the sheets.

“I love you,” Halsin snarled against Malcolm’s neck, “I love how well you take me, I love your smile, the way you laugh, the way you moan for me and beg for more!”

“A-AaH!” Malcolm wailed, as Halsin began to pound into him, the Druid’s hands on Malcolm’s hips, pulling the smaller man into his thrusts. “L-Love y-you, m-my b-bear, m-my everything-“

Halsin let out a wounded groan, and covered Malcolm’s body with his, the headboard of the bed slamming against the wall with the force of his movements.

Each thrust made Malcolm scream, the air being driven out of his lungs with each bullying thrust of Halsin’s fat, thick cock, the human’s cunt a tight fit, even after a day of debauchery. Halsin murmuring filthy nothings in his ear only made things worse, Malcolm’s head spinning with the overwhelming amount of pleasure being inflicted on him.

“H-Hah-“ Malcolm sobbed mindlessly, arching weakly against his druid, who kissed his hair, his grip harsh enough to bruise on Malcolm’s hips.

“I’m going to fill you, my heart.” Halsin grunted against his hair, “I know you want it, just be patient.”

“Mmngh! G-Guh! P-Please-“ Malcolm whined breathlessly, his entire body jerking every time Halsin’s hips met his own, barely able to breath, the coil of pleasure tightening with each movement of the druid above him.

“G-Gonna-“ Malcolm wailed, his head snapping back against Halsin’s chest as he shattered, screaming at the top of his lungs as his vision went white, his cunt clenching down on Halsin’s cock desperately.

He barely registered the roar and the splash of warmth that meant Halsin had met his own end, the druid collapsing on top of him.

Minutes passed, before Malcolm felt sense returning to himself, and he whimpered faintly, Halsin pressing soft kiss after kiss to his hair.

“Are you well, my love?“ Halsin murmured, gently rolling onto his side after slowly pulling out, rolling the exhausted human over to pull him close.

“Mmhmm.” Malcolm mumbled, nuzzling closer, exhausted from the day he’d had. “Gods…You really just wanna get me pregnant, don’t you?”

Halsin shuddered against him, and rumbled deep in his chest, his palm heavy against Malcolm’s back. “Do not tempt me, little badger.”