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"Azem?"
A practiced flick of the wrist opens Azem's door, its ward dissolving into sunlight. Emet-Selch enters the Traveller's home cautiously. The faint hiss of an occupied shower explains why he was not immediately accosted on entry.
"You look almost sad she took the precaution of bathing in lieu of granting you yet another road-coated hug." Hythlodaeus teases him. Swaying past the taller man, Hythlodaeus collapses into his usual armchair. The plushest piece of furniture in the room by far, Hythlodaeus nearly vanishes into the deep cushions - the hand-sewn cushions crafted with the color of his eyes. Mementos to keep her company in their absence, Azem insists.
Removing his mask with a scowl, Emet-Selch selects a plain seat next to the kitchen island. Originally intended for breakfasts with company, even the 'plain' seats in Azem's home still sport hand-carved reliefs.
"She could have waited for our arrival before recusing herself." Emet-Selch grouses, eyeing the beribboned box on the kitchen counter. Pulling it towards himself with a finger, Emet-Selch flicks the cover off to investigate. "Chocolates?"
"Is your appetite so stirred you'll sample Azem's sweets before she grants you permission herself?"
Emet-Selch maintains eye contact with Hythlodaeus as he raises one of the chocolates to his lips. The sweet vanishes into his mouth and Emet-Selch chews with great relish. "Their placement cannot be coincidence. I choose to trust the implied gift and shall thank her for them when she returns."
"Then I shall ensure her ire is wholly yours to bear. What if she wanted to treat you directly? Her fingers on your lips to bestow said sweets upon you?"
An uncomfortable heat sticks in Emet-Selch's chest, growing larger with each uneasy lungful. Azem will not be discouraged by his actions, surely. Surely the box's placement and her - frankly rude - absence after inviting them over are deliberate in nature?
Left to stew in an uncomfortable fog of near-regret for his impulse, Emet-Selch scarcely notices the shower's silence. Sticky warmth builds in the back of his throat, persistent through a quick clearing of his throat. Just as Hythlodaeus leans forward with a question on his tongue, Azem returns from the residential portion of her quarters.
"Emet-Selch! Hythlodaeus! You arrived sooner than I'd anticipated." She greets her friends with a smile, the tips of her hair yet wet. Plying a towel to the stubborn remains, Azem reaches Hythlodaeus first for an informal hug.
Left for second, Emet-Selch feels his earlier irritation return twofold. Another chocolate vanishes into his mouth, chewed vigorously. Sweetest chocolate coats his tongue, flooding his sense of taste with a craving for more.
"Emet-Selch?" Azem approaches the kitchen seats, arms open for a hug, and pauses at the sight of the plundered box. "You--!"
Emet-Selch hunches his shoulders at Azem's abrupt shift of mood, averting his face. "You were the late one, need I remind you. I simply helped myself to the available refreshments in your absence."
Azem's silence makes Emet-Selch shift uncomfortably on his seat. Even Hythlodaeus breaks his silence, rising to join them at the kitchen. "T'was not meant in malice, my friend. Say the word and we shall make more with you in penance."
Unable to bear Azem's silence, Emet-Selch looks back, only to find her expression stricken. All thoughts of the rising warmth in his gullet is set aside in a heartbeat. Reaching out a hand, Emet-Selch offers contrition.
"Those weren't ordinary chocolates. Did neither of you inspect them before consumption?"
His hand falters.
"They were aphrodisiac laced chocolates. Powerful ones."
Silently, Azem and Hythlodaeus turn their gaze on Emet-Selch. Under their combined eyes, Emet-Selch feels his ears prickle. Hot. Panic and pride set his blush at bay.
"You were going to feed us aphrodisiacs?!"
"No!" Azem pauses, correcting herself. "Not unless you wanted to!"
"Azem, I'm flattered that your first thought on returning to our fair city was to offer us sweetened chocolates, however we need to know how quickly and to what degree they will affect Emet-Selch. Now."
Emet-Selch's stomach sinks at the grave expression on her face.
"Their potency is the kind you hear tales of. The kind that affects you for multiple suns, per chocolate."
Her aether roils between them, grief and regret souring the sky-blue threads. "I can leave. I hadn't intended to make my interest known this way and Emet-Selch can't adequately consent when dosed."
"No, stay." Hythlodaeus grins ruefully, resting a hand on her shoulder. "You're not the only one present with an admiration to confess. Ill-timed though this may be."
Gaze returning to Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus gestures encouragingly.
"You'll not escape the consequences of this so easily."
Behind Azem, Hythlodaeus wilts at Emet-Selch's abrasive tack. Stubbornness can be a virtue, but to cling to it in the face of the perfect opportunity to confess?
"Service me until this passes."
Hythlodaeus perks up immediately. Perhaps Emet-Selch's heavy-handed approach to romance isn't such a waste after all.
Leaning forward over Azem's shoulder, Hythlodaeus peers at Azem's flush-darkened face. She appears anything but unwilling, however in cases like this it's best to be sure.
"Are you comfortable with this, Azem? Stars as my witness, we shan't hold this against you should you be in any way unwilling. This is an extraordinary circumstance, no one would think lesser of you should you wish to defer."
"I want-I've wanted to do this for some time." Azem affirms, sinking to her knees. "Though I do have opinions to offer after this on Emet-Selch's rash consumption. T'wouldn't be the first time his appetite worked against him."
Amused by Azem's choice of words and content with her enthusiastic consent, Hythlodaeus settles in to watch his friends - now to be lovers - first foray. For as long as his hands keep to themselves, at least.
Azem plucks at the ties of Emet-Selch's robes, parting the fabric to reveal his podea. A telltale bulge greets her, far more pronounced than his crossed arms and grouchy demeanor might imply. She wonders briefly whether this might have been the same scene without the potent chocolates in his system.
Her hand cups Emet-Selch through his podea, coarsely rubbing over him. He hardly reacts for her trouble, a hard exhale her only reward. Determined, she bites her lip and sets to stripping the rest of his lower body.
Well-toned muscle meets her eye, all sights she's seen before save for the proud mast between Emet-Selch's legs. Coarse, dark hair surrounds his cock and trails upwards beneath his parted robes. Azem lays a hand flat at his navel, palm following that alluring trail.
"Hmph."
A glance upwards shows Emet-Selch grimacing, impatient. His eyes locked onto her. Whimsy and the need to see Emet-Selch punished for his overeager consumption of sweets lowers her lips to kiss the head of his cock. Her hand returns to hold his base, squeezing in time as she licks along his shaft. Slowly, deliberately, she maps the heated length. Taking no heed of him until his thighs tense and shift. Peering upwards, Azem relishes the flush high on Emet-Selch's regal cheeks. Silent admission of her affect over him.
"Darling though it is to see Emet-Selch squirm, I should like to see a different manner of 'service'." Hythlodaeus murmurs, crouching behind Azem to whisper in her ear. "What say you to warming his cock to teach him patience?"
Azem glances over her shoulder to find a similar flush on Hythlodaeus, his eyes aglow in earnest mischief.
"I've no objection. And, to confess, I've oft wondered what his cock might feel like inside."
Emet-Selch chokes at her admission, breath already scarce becoming scarcer. Every lungful of air feeds the conflagration igniting his blood, the fevered flesh that receives touch. Emet-Selch watches in fascination as Hythlodaeus undresses Azem. Already layered lightly from her recent shower, it takes Hythlodaeus the work of a moment to bare her. Sat on his seat with his arms crossed in a bid for self-control, Emet-Selch can only watch as Hythlodaeus takes the opportunity to explore their long-time friend.
His hands glance over Azem's shoulders, outlining the curves of her breasts. Hands that dimple flesh on their way below to thumb at the swatch of curls at her navel.
"Hmm," Hythlodaeus hums. "I've half a mind to request having you first. Emet-Selch is hardly voicing a need to be prioritized, after all."
"Hythlodaeus I am the one who took the aphrodisiac."
"And yet you sit there voiceless whilst Azem lingered over your cock. I would be happy to share how well I enjoy the sight of you, stuffed full with my cock, dear Azem." Azem shivers as Hythlodaeus's voice pitches low, dripping sincerity. She cannot help turning back to observe Emet-Selch's reaction, however. And ceases to breathe.
Indignation furrows Emet-Selch's brow in a legendary crease. Deeper than she's ever seen it, a vein pulsing visibly over his pitched eyebrows. "You desire my voice, do you?"
Emet-Selch snaps, aether swirling to deposit them on Hythlodaeus's armchair. Azem lands on his lap, thighs incredibly warm beneath her. Hythlodaeus lands behind her, arms splaying out to brace against the chair. The brush of warm skin on her back informs her Emet-Selch took the liberty of disrobing their friend.
"Prepare her to take us both." Emet-Selch commands, imperious on his borrowed throne.
"And what if I let my appetite get the best of me?" Hythlodaeus teases, breathless. Contrary.
Emet-Selch snaps again and Azem feels the man behind her go still. Craning her head around Hythlodaeus's stiff arms, she gasps. Crimson threads cross Hythlodaeus over the ample curve of his ass, glittering lines that press into skin. Pry his cheeks apart. And tease blunted edges against his hole.
"Then I will see you appropriately punished. My appetite need not be the only one suffering criticism." Emet-Selch bites out.
A ragged gasp over Azem's shoulder is all her warning before warm, archery-calloused hands sweep around her front to delve between her legs. Splayed over Emet-Selch's lap, she can do naught but squirm and sigh at Hythlodaeus's ministrations. His fingers pluck at her clit, lower digits playing at her entrance.
"Hythlodaeus!" She gasps, rocking into his hand. His other hand cups her breast, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple. Massaging until she writhes in Emet-Selch's lap. "Please!"
"Well? Do not keep her waiting." Emet-Selch growls, coarse timber rumbling in his chest.
Azem braces her hands on Emet-Selch, fingers curled, as Hythlodaeus lifts her hips. His cock slides through her folds. More than wet enough to ease his passage after his skillful play. "Gird yourself, my dear Azem. You'll not have your ease from here. We mean to fill you until we are sated, and Emet-Selch has a bottomless stomach."
Impatient, Azem rolls her hips into Hythlodaeus's grasp. "I'm rather counting on it."
Huffing a laugh, Hythlodaeus needs no further prompting and sinks into Azem. Ilm by ilm, his cock stretches her deliciously. She tenses on reflex, exhaling slowly in an attempt to relax. To welcome her friend-now-lover as deep as she may.
The pace Hythlodaeus sets is gentle. Gradually working her wider. His fingers are anything but idle, returning to play at her breast and clit. Stroking in time with his thrusts. Bouncing her against Emet-Selch's chest. Azem rests her head in the hollow of Emet-Selch's throat, nosing along his pulse points. The man's heartbeat races under her touch, belying his stoic demenour.
Hythlodaeus shifts her lower and she begins to brush against Emet-Selch's cock on each thrust. Bold, she reaches to grasp Emet-Selch tight, savoring his sharp inhale. Stroke by stroke, Azem rolls her hips to slick his cock with herself as best she may.
"Nearly there." Hythlodaeus pants. "Shall we have you seated and stuffed, now that you've warmed up?"
"I'd like nothing better."
"Cease dawdling." Emet-Selch scowls, his cock still in Azem's grip. She squeezes him for his trouble, relenting to line him up where Hythlodaeus stretches her entrance. Already hilted, Hythlodaeus supports Azem as she slowly sinks onto Emet-Selch's cock. The first push is the hardest, finding him access when her cunt is already pleasantly filled. With a collective groan, Emet-Selch pushes inside. Short thrusts gain him further ground until Azem dares not move - both cocks fully hilted inside her.
Emet-Selch takes her chin, eyes blazing as he and Hythlodaeus begin to move as though they'd rehearsed this. At length.
Fucking through even the Traveller's vaunted stamina.
Come dawn, several suns later, nary a chocolate remains.