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There was a knock on Phainon and Mydei’s door, three precise and short raps that Phainon knew almost instinctively from days of studying at the Grove, almost oversleeping until he was woken up by one of his closest friends. He walked towards it and swung it open to see Castorice standing there, bundled up in a lovely purple turtleneck sweater and her new glasses perched delicately on her nose. She was clutching a notebook in her arms as she smiled up at him, small and nervous.

“Cas!” Phainon beamed, sweeping her up into a hug and twirling her into his house while she let out a tiny squeak. He kicked the door shut behind him and locked it after setting her down. “What a nice surprise, I didn’t know you were passing by us.” Castorice smoothed down her wrinkled sweater and shook her head.

“I apologize for coming with no notice.” She said, her voice light but with a slight tremor. Phainon tilted his head, looking her up and down. It didn’t look like she was in any sort of pain—though even if she was, Hyacine would definitely be the much better option—and she didn’t seem to be in distress either.

“You know I’m always happy to see you.” He reassured her, leading her over to his dining table and pouring her a cup of water. She took it with a quiet word of thanks and sipped at it. “Mydei’s still out right now buying me some honeycakes from that newly opened bakery we’ve been wanting to try, it should only be a couple more minutes—if you need him too?”

She hummed a little, fingers running through the condensation gathering on the outside of the cup, her notebook placed next to her, just out of reach of any wandering droplets. “If he would be amendable to it, but I mostly wanted to make a request of you, Phainon.”

Phainon raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was rare for Castorice to come asking for help, but each time made a warm fuzzy little feeling grow in him. He placed a hand over his heart and said, “Of course, Cas! Anything you need, I can do.” She smiled at him and took a piece of tissue paper to wipe her hands off before sliding the notebook over to him.

As Phainon flipped through the pages, his mouth dropping open lower and lower as he read, Castorice coughed politely and said, “You remember the… stories I enjoyed spending my free time on, right?”

“I… of course I do.” Phainon said, looking up at her with a slightly flustered expression. When they weren’t as close of friends, he’d always seen her scribbling down something furiously in a notebook, but whenever he asked, she would turn a bright pink and mumble quietly before darting off. It was only a night where they, partnered up for a lab, were so exhausted they started spilling secrets to each other and she finally said it—she liked writing romance stories. Particularly ones inspired from the way men interacted with Phainon, friendly or otherwise. “I’ve read all your published works! I even have signed copies of each one I asked a friend to get me.”

Castorice blushed. “Mm. Yes, thank you for supporting me…” Her eyes fluttered a bit as her ears tinged pink before she sat up straight and looked him in the eyes, her pupils wavering but determined. “As you have probably read from where I left off, I’ve found myself in a bit of a writer’s block. I was hoping…” She trailed off quietly and took a deep breath. “I was hoping you would be open to acting as one of my main characters. His personality is similar to yours, so if you could immerse yourself into his position… I believe I will be able to finish it.” She spoke quickly then took a long draw of water as Phainon sat there, fingers tracing the words he’d just read.

Then he smiled, something small and a little mischievous. “As your one and only muse, there’s no way I could deny you. Especially not with a storyline like this.” A blush poofed onto Castorice’s face and she brought her hands up to hide from him.

“Phainon, please…” She squeaked, and he let out soft puffs of laughter.

“I take pride in inspiring your first published work you know? Mydei also enjoys it, though I think it’s because you made him out to be a lot more suave than he actually was when he confessed to me.”

Castorice’s first online work turned publishing deal under the pseudonym EpieiKeia216 took on a life of its own when the public fell in love with Fineo and Meika, the main characters of ‘The Overbearing Conglomerate Heir Loves Me’, from where she had first-hand knowledge of how exactly Mydei and Phainon got together. Where Meika’s confession scene was filled with a bouquet of a thousand roses and fireworks in front of a fountain, it was actually Mydei and Phainon in front of a lake, a gorgeous bloom of blue cornflowers all around them, as Mydei stuttered through his confession before Phainon decided to put both of them out of their misery by dragging him into a deep kiss. Phainon personally adored how it went, but Mydei always said he wished he was able to get the words out instead of tripping all over himself because of how breathtaking Phainon looked in the afternoon light. That flatterer.

“Still, I think this is your first dark romance.” Phainon closed the notebook and slid it back to her. “It’s pretty sexy, actually. I’m glad you're getting out of your comfort zone though!” Castorice took it back and lightly tapped the cover.

“I tried not to go too dark, but still… the idea’s been in my head since the play you and Mydeimos performed during our Grove days.”

Phainon tilted his head as he tried to remember what she was talking about before he snapped his fingers. “Ah! The one about Nikador and Kephale, right? Mydei really was crazy handsome in that role, so domineering and persistent…” Phainon sighed dreamily, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. ‘Compassion of a God’ was a tragic play about two ill-fated humans with golden blood, falling head-over-heels for each other until Kephale ascended as Father of All and his affection was only for the masses, never again for one. The loss of his lover drove Nikador mad, and his ascension as Lance of Fury madder, chasing after Kephale and spreading Strife everywhere until he was sealed away by his former lover for the safety of the world. As Nikador was slowly dragged into slumber, he vowed to never stop until Kephale was confined in his embrace again, next time for eternity.

Seeing Mydei dressed in Nikador’s garb, his sexy toned chest on display with more red symbolism painted over the tattoos he already had, his golden eyes blazing with obsession and grief… Phainon discreetly wiped his mouth and coughed when Castorice started giggling across the table from him. “Yes, all of us were very well aware of how much the both of you enjoyed seeing each other in those costumes. I don’t think Aglaea’s ever forgiven either of you for ruining them.” That definitely sounded true. After the play ended, the both of them snuck off and locked themselves in a room for hours until they finally emerged with scraps of fabric clinging onto their bitten and marked bodies, because in their eagerness to get their hands on each other, they forgot to bring a change of clothes.

Phainon had never seen Aglaea’s face turn so red before, and Anaxa almost patted his shoulder in satisfaction before drawing back with a revolted look. “No regrets.” Phainon shrugged, grinning at Castorice. “I lost shame the moment Mydei and I got caught having sex in the gardens by the entire botanical class.” Phainon never would have called himself a nymphomaniac until he met Mydei, who seemed determined to staunchly dedicate at least 60% of his time buried deep inside Phainon’s cunt—not that he would ever complain about how crazily Mydei desired him when he was honestly just as bad as his lovely other half.

Castorice looked exasperated as she let out a huff of laughter and reiterated. “Yes, all of us are aware of that. I don’t believe I’ll ever be able to forget Anaxa’s face when he saw you, well, with Mydeimos on top of a dromas.” Oh, that was such a fun day, the way Anaxa shrieked at them and chased after their dromas, yelling threats about them daring to desecrate such pure creatures, all the while Mydei rode the dromas and Phainon rode him. Quite enthusiastically and messily, might he add.

“Heh.” Phainon let out a snicker at the memory. “It really trained my reflexes when he wouldn’t stop tossing things at me for a week straight after that.”

“I’m glad you got something out of his murder attempts.” Castorice teased him before settling into her chair as her body relaxed and a soft smile crept onto her lips. “Thank you for agreeing to be my muse one more time.”

Phainon opened his mouth to reply when they heard the mechanical beeps of the keypad before the door automatically unlocked and Mydei, Phainon’s darling dearest husband, walked in holding a cake box in one hand and a pretty bouquet of flowers in the other. He closed and locked the door behind him, carefully taking off his shoes and changing into the cute orange lion slippers Phainon bought for him before he looked up and paused, blinking at the unexpected guest.

“Hello, Castorice.” Mydei said, walking over to the fridge and placing the honeycakes inside before going to Phainon’s side, bending down and turning Phainon’s face up to press a rain of sweet close-mouthed kisses onto his lips. “I’m home, my love.” Phainon happily squinted his eyes at him and kissed back, taking the flowers out of his grasp as they parted.

“Hello, Mydeimos.” Castorice greeted him back, smiling as she watched the two of them. She was always their most enthusiastic supporter, and even now, so many years since they’d first gotten together, she still adored their shows of pure affection.

“Did I forget you were coming over…?” Mydei asked, his eyesbrows furrowing in thought before relaxing when Castorice waved her hands frantically.

“No, no! I dropped by unannounced to ask Phainon a favor.” Mydei made a little noise of understanding, walking over to the kitchen counter to grab and fill an empty vase before bringing it back and automatically getting it prepped for the flowers, Phainon watching him with an adoring look. Mydei always got him bouquets bi-weekly, saying that at least some flowers deserved to be bathed in the warmth of Phainon’s smile—that cheesy sap. It was to the point that the three florists Mydei rotated with recognized his face and had pre-drawn ideas up for him as soon as he walked in.

“Would I be able to help?” Mydei asked, wiping his hands clean of water and gathering up the bouquet paper and discarded leaves to toss in the trash. He dragged a chair right up against Phainon’s and sat down, arm curling around his shoulder and tugging him into a sideways embrace. Phainon went without a fight, nuzzling into his cheek and kissing him again.

Castorice’s eyes twinkled and she said, “I think it would be vital to my request.” She slid the notebook back over to the couple and Mydei held it open on his palm as Phainon flipped through the pages for him, his eyebrows drawing higher and higher as he read.

“So like ‘Compassion of a God’ but we stay humans and it’s far more raunchier.” Mydei summarized it up, leaning his head against Phainon’s. “You haven’t decided names for them yet?” The characters were simply marked ‘A’ and ‘B’ in the notebook, though there were already character descriptions listed down. “The tyrannical king of Kremo, ‘A’—who I assume I’ll be playing—falls madly in love at first sight with an opposing soldier from Ohem, ‘B’—who I assume my Phainon will be playing—a man of astounding beauty who bears a grudge against ‘A’ for the fall of his nation and his subsequent unwilling courting.”

Castorice blushed and nodded. “I really enjoyed ‘Compassion of a God’, and it was easy to model the leading characters after the both of you.” She looked hopeful. “Phainon has already agreed, so…?”

Mydei lifted an affronted eyebrow. “Who else on earth would have the honor of having sex with Phainon except for me?” Phainon laughed, exchanging amused glances with a slightly flustered Castorice. The moment Phainon saw how many sex scenes were scattered throughout her notebook, he already knew there was no way Mydei would ever allow him to even act it out with someone other than himself, that silly possessive man of his.

“It’s only acting!” Castorice sputtered, fanning her face. “You don’t have to actually have sex during this.”

Mydeimos looked at her with a playful curl of his lips. “Castorice, you of all people know how easy it is for Phainon and I to get carried away with each other.” He watched her cover her red cheeks and looked at Phainon with a measured glance.

Phainon immediately understood his silent question and nodded, turning to Castorice and waiting for her to calm down before saying, “It’s pretty much a guarantee that at some point of the role play, Mydei and I will start having sex, so I’ll just offer up these choices to you now: you can either stop us and keep us solely acting it out, leave the room until we’re done, or stay and use us as writing material.”

Castorice’s eyes blew wide open, choking as she gasped out, “Stay?!” When Mydei and Phainon only nodded with blasé looks, she let out a wheeze. “I-I—” She buried her face her hands and her screams were muffled by her palms. Phainon kept laughing, curling into Mydei as his husband watched him with soft eyes.

“You don’t have to make a choice now,” Mydei finally looked away from him and calmed her, “when the moment comes, you’re free to keep changing your mind. You know Phainon and I genuinely don’t mind people watching us—just as long as they don’t interfere.”

“Exactly, Cas!” Phainon added in enthusiastically. “You already have plenty of experience hearing us and seeing us from a distance, how much different could it be, right?” When Castorice looked at him in disbelief, Phainon shrugged. “Think about it, you’ll be watching the actual characters play out exactly what happens in your novel! It’s your story come to life.” Phainon found it a little funny how it seemed like he was actively trying to convince Castorice to become their voyeur, but he knew one of her biggest frustrations as a writer was not having any first-hand knowledge of sex—especially the kind of sex Mydei and Phainon enjoyed—as someone with no interest in intimacy. It led her to keeping her novels as pure romance, when Phainon knew how much she wanted to expand her writing. If something that came naturally to Mydei and Phainon would be able to elevate her stories, then he was more than happy to help out his best friend.

Seeing her still speechless, Phainon said, “You can think about it later. When do you want us to do this? It’d probably be more comfortable to do it here rather than anywhere else.” Their home was located on a large span of private property Mydei’s parents gifted to them as a wedding present, and that left them with plenty of freedom to be as loud as they pleased.

“I was hoping for next week,” Castorice composed herself and answered. “I’d like the both of you to read over my notebook and form your own opinions and understandings of these characters to fully immerse yourself when it comes time to act.” The couple nodded, and Castorice parted from their home with one final hug to both of them, thanking them profusely until the door closed behind her.

Phainon turned to Mydei and gave him a sly smile. “Well, my dastardly tyrant?” Mydei grinned back, pulling Phainon into his embrace by the waist, his husband falling into him with a delighted laugh as he wrapped his arms around Mydei’s neck.

“I hope you’re ready, my lewd bride.” Mydei purred into his ear, his hand dipping low to palm at Phainon’s ass. Phainon bit his lip, pressing his thighs together and tangling his fingers into Mydei’s thick hair.

“Not your bride quite just yet, conquerer.” Phainon whispered to him, nipping at the lobe of his ear as Mydei let out a breath, tightening his grip and pulling Phainon flush against his chest. Their body heats mixed together and Phainon could already feel the air growing heavy in want, his cunt slowly dripping slick and a hard cock pressing into his abdomen. Titans, they really did have a lot of sex, if just some light banter already had the both of them panting and ready to go at each other like animals.

“Don’t—ah—don’t forget to look over the notebook.” Phainon tried to remind Mydei, his husband already mouthing at the sun tattoo on his neck, sharp fangs nipping at delicate skin and pressing indents into pale flesh.

Mydei kissed up his throat, pressing his full lips against Phainon’s ear as he murmured, “I already know my character’s motivations.” Phainon yelped when hands yanked his hips up and his legs wrapped around Mydei’s waist, squeezing tightly. “A beauty, one strong enough to be his only equal, standing across from him in tattered clothing, plump tits spilling out,” Mydei gave a sharp tug and ripped at Phainon’s white shirt, the fabric tearing at the seams, his exposed breasts swaying in the air as Phainon let out a little whimper, “his sweet cunt wetter than a brothel’s whore—” the words were practically spat at Phainon and he shivered, warmth pooling in his gut and his pussy twitched in need, “how could I possibly keep myself from violating you where you stand?”

Phainon panted, already feeling saliva pooling in his mouth at the ravenous look his husband sent him. He wiggled around, unwrapping his legs from Mydei’s waist and trying to kick his sweatpants off as Mydei mouthed at his tits, that thick tongue of his flicking over a pink nub, sharp teeth nipping into the perked flesh, and Phainon whined, pressing Mydei’s head further into his chest. Mydei gave one last harsh suck before pulling off, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the tip of Phainon’s tit until it snapped and splattered onto Phainon’s bare chest, giving his skin a glistening glow as their light caught onto it.

“You’re the one who needs to look over your character.” Mydei murmured to him, nipping at his mouth and soothing the sting with little licks. “How are you supposed to act relucant when you’re so eager for my cock?” Phainon huffed at him, finally managing to lower his sweatpants as he kicked it off to the side, his pussy bare to the world. Phainon thanked his age-old habit of not wearing panties at home, both because it made it easier for Mydei to fuck into him any time they wanted and because he would be annoyed if he had to separate from his husband again at this moment.

Phainon arched against Mydei, grinding his hips against the erection pressing on the outside of his cunt as slick dripped onto Mydei’s pants. He could feel that searing heat teasing at him and all he wanted was to get on his knees and choke himself on it. But Mydei wouldn’t let go of him, so Phainon would have to settle with cleaning up his husband’s cock after he was done filling his cunt up with seed. “Hng… I don’t get my character at all… How could he resist you?” If Phainon was in his character’s position, he’d leap at the chance to fall into bed with Mydei’s character. Hmm, Mydei…

“That’s because you’re a slut and he’s not—yet.” Mydei replied, his tone casual and matter-of-fact. He switched his hold on Phainon to wrap one arm around his waist as his other hand reached down to unclasp the belt on his pants, the loud sound of the zipper only heightening Phainon’s anticipation.

Phainon suddenly smirked and Mydei’s eyes narrowed at him, already suspicious of the mischief lighting his gorgeous baby blues. “In general or just yours?” He tangled his hand through Mydei’s soft thick hair and tugged at it, watching the smile on his husband’s face vanish and a tick in his eyebrow as his arm tensed.

“Just mine.” Mydei answered, a stormy look in his golden eyes. Phainon heard the sound of fabric falling to the ground and his breath hitched, a hot pressure teasing at the entrance of his cunt. “I made you my own—and you’ll never be satisfied with anyone else. I’ll make sure of it.” The arm on Phainon waist forced him down and a shrill cry ripped from his throat as he felt his cunt being forced open, Mydei’s thick cock gorging into him with unforgiving jealousy.

“Mydei!” Phainon cried out, his cunt spasming as sparks of pleasure run up his spine. He bowed forward and buried his face in his husband’s shoulder, biting down on the cloth and muffling a moan against him. Oh, this was his favorite feeling in the world. The wet sounds of Mydei’s cock driving into his pussy, being stretched open and molded to his shape, the tip of Mydei’s cock teasing his entrance, rubbing along the seam and glancing his clit, every veiny inch sliding along his sensitive walls—Phainon let out a broken moan and his mouth dropped open, a trail of drool slipping down his chin and staining Mydei’s shirt. “Husband,” he whined, rolling his hips down with Mydei’s thrusts and feeling their skin slap together. Mydei’s cock was so blessedly long, every time he bottomed out into Phainon’s pussy, it teased at Phainon’s cervix, the tip nudging against the softening opening, and a chill of anticipation crawled along Phainon’s hips.

He could remember all those times Mydei made an absolute mess of him, rutting into him like an animal in heat and relentlessly bullying his cervix, battering into it until Phainon’s body gave in and let Mydei’s cock force its way inside with a soft pop!—Phainon’s back bowed at the next slam of hips, soft broken cries ripped from his throat. His body was so used to accepting Mydei’s love, too used to opening up and receiving his favor, and now was no different.

Mydei let out soft grunts and purring growls, his hands digging into Phainon’s fleshy thighs and holding him hostage flush against the base of his crotch, circling his hips as his cock forced its way deeper into Phainon, searing hot spurts of thick seed spurting into his womb and pumping into his body, filling up any empty space it could until Phainon’s stomach started swelling softly, sweetly, like he was newly pregnant with Mydei’s ilk and not stuffed with cum. The thought was so hot, Phainon could feel himself twitch, his pussy weakly leaking out a thin trail of slick, opaque as it mixed with Mydei’s excess cum dripping out of his cunt.

Their breaths mixed together, Phainon’s hand tangled in Mydei’s hair as they exchanged hot kisses, wet tongues tangling together and saliva seeping from the corners of their sealed mouths, licked up and swallowed by Phainon’s needy tongue. When Phainon finally felt human again, he placed shaky hands on Mydei’s shoulders and tried to lift himself up, his limbs trembling as Mydei’s still hardened cock slid out of him little by little, his cunt reluctant to let go and suckling around the length. There was a low chuckle and Mydei pressed him against the wall and Phainon whimpered, looking down at him with pleading eyes. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetness?” Mydei purred, eyes still blazing with unsatiated lust, tongue swiping the bottom of his lip.

“Want to clean you up…” Phainon whined, high and reedy as the last inch of Mydei’s cock teasingly drew out of his entrance before Mydei tightened his grip, yanking him down and stuffing him full again. “Nng…!” Phainon threw his head back and it thudded against the wall, a dull pain pulsing in the back of his head as he writhed. “W-why—” he sobbed out, clenching down as another orgasm was forced out of him.

“You can clean my cock all you want—after I’ve taken my fill from your sweet cunt.” Mydei whispered into his ear, hands pressing bruises into Phainon’s skin and grinding his hips into Phainon over and over again. “And I can promise you this—it won’t be quick.”

An almost cock-drunk smile spread across Phainon’s lips and he yanked Mydei by the hair until they were pressed forehead-to-forehead. “Can you keep up with your words?” He taunted, biting Mydei’s mouth deep enough to leave an imprint.

All Mydei did was let out a mocking laugh, pressing a harsh kiss to Phainon’s lips. “Don’t pass out too early this time, pretty little thing.”

—

The week passed slowly and it was filled with the couple reading over Castorice’s notes, trying to act out the scenes, and then somehow one thing would lead to another and the two of them would start fucking like bunnies in heat, Castorice’s notes left abandoned by Phainon’s head while he was being drilled into the ground by his lustful spouse.

“This—ah—this is counter-productive to what we’re supposed to be doing, you know?” Phainon panted, his head tilted up to let Mydei mouth at the hollow of his throat, sharp teeth nipping at flushed flesh. Mydei didn’t answer him, too preoccupied with leaving blooming marks along Phainon’s skin, layering over the ones that were still in the process of fading. Hands gripped Phainon’s waist and he squirmed, hips rutting up into the stiffness of Mydei’s hard cock, the fabric of Mydei’s pants rough against his bare skin, slick darkening the crotch. Phainon reached down and tugged at the hem of Mydei’s pants, pulling at the fabric. “Off already!” He complained, spreading his legs wider, his cunt pulsing at the feeling of cool air brushing over wet folds. Mydei let out an amused huff against his neck before reluctantly parting from him, leaving only the most minimal of distances between their bodies. Mydei’s sweater was thrown off to the side, his pants haphazardly pulled down just enough for his cock to pop out, all thick and leaking.

Phainon nearly purred at the sight of milky cum dripping down the length and licked his lips, eyes trained on one of his favorite parts of Mydei’s divine body. He reached down to drag his fingers through the mess of slick covering his thighs and touched himself, rubbing around his wet folds and barely sliding into his cunt before drawing back out, trailing lazy circles around his clit and shuddering at the sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. Mydei watched him with feverish eyes, his hand briefly reaching towards him to gather slick onto his palm, jacking himself off to the sight of Phainon masturbating in front of him.

Phainon smirked, eyes half-lidded and dark. He hiked his knees up and used his fingers to part the lips of his cunt, watching Mydei’s eyes dilate at the sight of soft pink flesh baring itself to him. “Come now, Mydeimos.” Phainon whispered, purposefully clenching down on empty air. “Surely you don’t prefer your hand over your loving husband’s cunt?” Desire flared even brighter in Mydei’s eyes and he dropped his hand from his slick-covered cock, looming over Phainon in an instant, his fat tip parting Phainon’s cunt and sinking in with one long, smooth thrust. Phainon gasped, his back arching and mouth dropped open in a silent moan. Mydei’s cock was always so good to him, so thick and stupidly long, so hot and eager to bury itself as far into Phainon as his body would allow, and if Phainon had any say over his anatomy, he would let it lodge so deep inside his cunt that it wouldn’t be able to part from him.

Mydei’s hands grabbed his waist, his thumbs pressing on either side of the cock distending his stomach, massaging the shaft from over his skin. Phainon shivered, hands reaching up to play with his tits, rolling perked nipples between his slick-drenched fingers and gently pressing his nail into the tips of his tits. Mydei rolled his hips into him, wet sounds of his cunt suckling on Mydei’s fat cock echoing throughout their home and harmonzing with Phainon’s mewls of pleasure and Mydei’s low moans.

“Harder.” Phainon demanded, biting his lip and trying to cant his hips up into the rocking of Mydei’s movements. He whined when his husband shook his head, hands seizing down stronger onto Phainon’s waist and pressing them against the floor underneath him when he tried moving on his own.

“I’ve already fucked you how we like it four times today,” Mydei grunted out, eyes fluttering close at the tight squeeze of Phainon’s cunt, slick dripping out faster at the reminder of their trysts. “Any harder and we’ll get yelled at again by Hyacine when we need to get medicine from her.” Phainon pouted, pinching his tits harder and letting the prickles of sweet pain trickle down his spine to his cunt, smirking when it fluttered around Mydei’s cock and his husband moaned, hips jerking forward to slam into his cunt roughly. Phainon’s eyes almost rolled up into his head and he grinned deliriously. Titans, did he love his husband’s cock.

“Phainon.” Mydei’s voice dropped in warning and all it did was make Phainon hornier. It was the same tone of voice Mydei got when he was about to discipline him, about to discipline his cunt and fuck apart his bratty attitude, and Phainon had to swallow the drool pooling in his mouth. Mydei closed his eyes and stilled his movements, taking deep breaths even when Phainon whined in protest. He tried to roll his hips up again and squeaked when Mydei’s hands slammed him back down to the floor, the dull pain of the impact only exciting Phainon more. His cunt pulsed and he could see Mydei’s jaw tighten and his breathing growing more ragged. Phainon licked his lips and squeezed around him again and again, sometimes soft and sweet, and sometimes in a grip so tight it was almost painful to both of them. Phainon waited. He wanted to know what it would take for Mydei to break, for him to throw his sensibilities to the air and fuck Phainon the way both of them liked, rough and fast and deep—damn the consequences of a sore cunt, damn the lecture he knew Hyacine would rip into the both of them, damn the part of Mydei that loathed to hurt him in any way even if it was with Phainon’s enthusiastic permission, damn it all.

Phainon tried to hold back a laugh of triumph when Mydei’s eyes snapped open and he saw feral, bestial desire, his pupils so blown out all Phainon could see was the all-encompassing black, but a peal of laughter escaped from him when his knees were hiked up and pressed down to the sides of his head. The ache of his muscles was nothing compared to the wreckage Phainon knew his body would be in after Mydei was done with him—and he loved it.

“You,” Mydei whispered, his teeth flashing in a half-snarl, “are such a whore. Not caring if your cunt will be sore, not caring about how I’m trying to be good to you—” Mydei’s hips slammed into him with a loud slap and ripped a wailing shout from Phainon’s throat. His cock battered into Phainon relentlessly, carelessly, roughly shoving into his sensitive cervix and breaking right through, not slowing down even as Phainon seized around him and squirted, slick shooting out from the edges of where they were connected and spraying onto Mydei’s abdomen.

Mydei fucked Phainon selfishly, animalistically, hedonistic movements sparing no thought about driving Phainon past the point of overstimulation that was as painful as it was pleasurable, and Phainon loved it. He wailed and clawed at Mydei’s back, drawing red welts up the skin, tilting his throat back and leaving it open for Mydei’s teeth to happily latch on and bite, the sharp sting of pain only adding onto Phainon’s exhilaration. He thrashed his body around just to feel Mydei force him deeper into a mating press, to feel him force his cock deeper into his willing body—to feel Mydei fuck him full of hot, thick cum, flooding his womb and swelling his stomach and spilling out of his slutty cunt—Titans, Phainon loved it more than anything!

Static rang in his ears and his entire body buzzed, barely feeling Mydei release his legs through the numbing pleasure still coursing through him. Phainon heard rough moaning gasps, and when the ringing in his ears started quieting, he realized it was coming from his wrecked throat. He could feel himself shaking from the exertion he’d happily put himself through, and grinned softly. He looked up and was met with a vision of heaven. Mydei’s muscled body shining with sweat and heaving deep breaths, his full chest puffing in and out, and his sharp eyes still lingering with heat as it trailed over his body and focused on his cock-filled cunt steadily leaking cum from the seams of their connection and leaving a thick puddle on the floor. Mydei’s mouth was dropped slightly open, plush with redness and wet with saliva. Phainon opened his arms and Mydei sank into his embrace, his heavy body a comforting and familiar weight. Cum was still steadily pumping into his hungry cunt, and he gently clenched down, moaning softly when Mydei’s hips jerked in response to his wet grip. “I don’t think we’ll ever make it past the first page.” Phainon panted into the air, his hands curling around Mydei’s neck and fingers playing with the sweaty strands of golden hair.

His husband chuckled into his ear, teeth nipping at the pink lobe. “Can’t help it. Your body is too slutty and we’re both too willing.” Hands grabbed onto Phainon’s plush thighs, yanking them up around Mydei’s waist and the change in position lodged Mydei’s cock deeper inside Phainon, snugly making a home for itself inside his cum-filled womb. Phainon let out a soft whimper and helpfully wrapped his legs around Mydei’s body to free his hands that immediately curled around his waist, pulling him up to hold him against Mydei’s chest. Mydei sat up on his knees and Phainon muffled a keen into his bare shoulder, his body slipping down and dropping his cunt flush against the base of Mydei’s cock. Just when Phainon thought he'd taken it all, somehow even more inches were happy to make a home in his pussy. “Shower?” Mydei kissed his sweaty temple and started standing up, every movement jostling Phainon and shifting the cock inside of him. Phainon swallowed down a sob and nodded, nuzzling his nose against the sharp curve of Mydei’s jaw.

“Sex or cleaning up?” He tried to joke, his voice choking at the new pulse of arousal spasming against his sensitive walls. Mydei hummed in thought, every step drawing him in and out of Phainon’s cunt, soft movements that almost felt like a tease, and Phainon tried to take deep breaths, his eyes flickering to the globs of cum and slick dripping out of him and leaving trails on their floor. He made a mental note to remind Mydei to clean it—and clean it normally, because Phainon already knew that if he didn’t, Mydei would have him bent over and licking up every drop while fucking into him from behind. Not that Phainon wouldn’t do it with alarming enthusiasm, but he really did need to read over Castorice’s notes and having his head lowered to the floor and his hands holding up his shaky body really wasn’t conducive to that.

Mydei spoke and Phainon blinked, almost forgetting he asked a question in the hazy pleasure fogging over his mind. “You know me, beloved. Why would I choose one when I can have both?”

—

Well, in the end Phainon only managed to read through Castroice’s notes twice before it was time for her to come over. He wasn’t too worried though, because if the outcome led to him getting railed by Mydei, Phainon always succeeded with stellar results. Not that he wouldn’t try his best regardless for Castorice’s sake, but it was still the best motivator. He set up the scene in their guest bedroom, because Mydei was quite territorial of their private space even with their closest friends. Castorice had mentioned that she wanted to focus on this part of her novel specifically, where the defeated soldier woke up in the tyrannical king’s bedroom.

“It was easy to write the part before it,” she said during their phone call, “because ‘A’ quickly knocked ‘B’ out in their initial conflict before taking him. I’m just not sure of the dialogue and actions when they’re in this setting.”

Phainon changed their bedsheets to something more water-resistant, because he could already tell just how messy he was going to get, and placed gold goblets and coins around the room. “I knew these would come in handy someday.” He smugly called back to Mydei, who was watching him from his place leaning against the doorway, smiling indulgently at him. “And you called me silly for keeping these props.”

“Of course, beloved.” Mydei responded, eyes trailing around the decorations. “How could I have ever doubted you?” The doorbell rang and their eyes darted to the door.

“Please go get that while I finish?” Phainon asked, fluttering his lashes at Mydei. His husband chuckled at him and turned, leaving Phainon to make last minute changes. He returned shortly afterward with Castorice, a different notebook clutched in her hands and glasses perched cutely on her face.

“Cas!” Phainon greeted her happily, picking her up to spin her around in circles as she let out a startled noise. He set her back down and she blinked rapidly, looking winded.

“…Hello, Phainon.” She said back, a small smile on her face. He ushered her to a chair against the wall closest to the door, making sure the cushion was still on correctly. He placed a blanket over her legs and stepped back.

“Alright, so you should be far away enough from the splash zone,” he barreled over her sudden choking and flushed cheeks, “but just in case, take this clear umbrella and don’t be afraid to use it!” He handed her a small umbrella and she carefully tucked it into her lap, her ears a blazing red. “If you need to leave at any point, the door is right next to you and will remain open at all times. If you need our attention to either stop us or direct us, please blow on this whistle.” He handed her a whistle and she slipped it over her head, the metal landing on her sternum.

“You… you’re very prepared, Phainon.” She said with a fluster, fiddling with the whistle. Phainon nodded, a proud little smile on his lips. He felt hands wrap around his waist and a warmth against his back, soft lips pressing into the back of his neck.

“Of course, Cas! I want to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. I know you tend to get shy about things like this.” Phainon sent her a sweet smile and she seemed to settle down, her shoulders relaxing from the nervous tense he’d seen her in since she’d walked in. “Is there anywhere in particular you want us to start off at?” Phainon leaned back into Mydei’s embrace and waited for her answer.

Castorice hummed to herself a little before nodding. “Maybe when ‘B’ wakes up in ‘A’s’ bed? The last thing he remembers is getting into an argument with ‘A’, who has bluntly told him he intends to take ‘B’ as his bride, and then getting knocked out.” Phainon’s eyes lit up and he shifted around in Mydei’s embrace to face him.

“Doesn’t that sound sexy, Mydei?” Phainon asked, mischief already curving at his mouth. Mydei returned his smile and nodded.

“Very. I can already imagine all the things I—well, my character—am going to do to you.” Mydei’s voice dropped to a quiet rumble and Phainon swallowed, already feeling heat pool in his stomach. He let out a soft breath of anticipation. Mydei saw his flushed cheeks and the bob of his adam’s apple, leaning in to kiss him with a chuckle.

They exchanged soft presses of lips, Phainon feeling a hot tongue swipe across his bottom lip, before he remembered something, reluctantly parting from Mydei and pushing him away with a giggle as his husband tried to follow him. He looked at Castorice and said, “Before I forget: there are times I end up passing out from being so overwhelmed, and I’ve given my consent for Mydei to keep taking his pleasure from my body, so please don’t be worried if you don’t see him stop.” Mydei licked his lips at countless memories detailing this exact scenario and his breathing got heavier as Castorice nodded rapidly, her hands politely folded in her lap while she watched them with wide eyes.

Phainon pressed one last kiss to Mydei's lips before leaving his embrace, giggling at the small pout on his husband’s face before clearing his throat and wiping all expression from himself. He lowered his body to the bed and closed his eyes, waiting. Soon, he heard a soft outtake of breath and footsteps approaching him, stopping right before his limp form.

[ His eyes fluttered open at a gentle touch and he stared at something he couldn’t quite comprehend. His long-time enemy, his only equal, the king of Kremo, Mydeimos, stood before him. His golden hair, red at the tips like it had been dripped in blood, was pushed out of his face, different from the wild mane it was usually in during their battles.

His eyes were focused solely on Phainon, as if he couldn’t look away, as if there was nothing else worth looking at. It sent a chill down the soldier’s spine, and Phainon pushed away from the hand touching him. Every one of his senses told him not to look away, not even to survey his surroundings, because the moment he took his eyes off Mydeimos, something screamed in him that it would be the biggest and last mistake he would ever make.

“Phainon of Ohem.” A deep voice purred, curling around his name with an emotion akin to triumphant affection. “My only equal. My only rival. The only thing worth any value in that sad sack of an unworthy nation you called home.” The slight against the place he loved, the place that saved a young orphan boy, cut him deeply and he tensed up, his hands curling into fists ontop of the sheets.

A small smirk played on Mydeimos’ face at the loss of careful control Phainon always forced himself to maintain in front of him, before he breathed out the words he knew would anger the man he’d stolen away from that burning nation. “My destined bride.”

There was a quiet pause as Mydeimos allowed the words to soak in the air, and then Phainon swung out a fist towards Mydeimos’ face, a thick hand catching his wrist just before it connected. The king’s golden eyes glittered in interest. “Fiesty.” A cool, confident voice dripped from him, all enticing and dark.

“Where in Kephale’s name did you bring me?” Phainon snarled out, glaring up at the man. He tried to yank himself out of the his grip, but it only tightened around him. He bit back a curse. He might've been faster and his mind sharper in battle than the king, but Mydeimos had him bested in pure might and brutality. The moment Phainon let himself get caught in his grip was the moment he lost the chance to place distance between them.

Mydeimos cocked his head to the side, fingers brushing over Phainon’s racing pulse point. “Where else but the place you will call home? Our marital room.” It was said so matter-of-factly, so bluntly, that it only drew more anger from Phainon.

This man had only spoken nonsense since the moment they clashed on the battlefield. Always saying, almost preaching, that they were destined lovers and that it was only a matter of time before Phainon accepted his place by Mydeimos’ side as his woman. Ha! As if Phainon would take someone like him as husband, when Mydeimos razed Ohem to the ground.

A pang of grief shot through Phainon’s chest at the thought of another home lost, the first to the man Mydeimos killed for his throne, and the second to Mydeimos himself.

“Your head is full of nonsense.” Phainon spat out, putting more force into ripping himself away from Mydeimos.

The king smiled, and right when Phainon was about to pull again—he let go. The momentum threw Phainon against the sheets, his back sprawled on a soft bed, and he was only allowed a brief moment of alarm before a heavy body loomed over him, broad and muscled and encompassing.

“My head is full of you.” Mydeimos murmured, shoving himself between Phainon’s legs. He leaned down to kiss the soldier and Phainon turned his head away, hands reaching up to shove at an umoving chest as hot lips pressed against his cheek, nipping lightly at his cheekbone before trailing up to his ear, whispering, “You were born to be mine, Phainon.”

Phainon hated it. Hated the hard muscles pressing into him, hated the sickeningly sweet words of delusion Mydeimos believed in so strongly, hated the hard cock he could feel pressing against his core, hated the way his body slickened at the feeling of his only equal, the only man strong enough to suppress him, plastered so fully against the line of his vulnerable body.

“You are deranged.” Phainon hissed, curling a hand around Mydeimos’ throat and pressing down, his nails biting into unblemished skin.

Mydeimos didn’t flinch, his throat vibrating in laughter as the heat in his eyes only grew hotter, as the cock in his pants grew thicker. He rolled his hips down and Phainon’s eyes widened in panic, his right leg raising up to kick at Mydeimos’ side. A hand grabbed the crook of his knee and yanked it up, splitting his legs in half and bending it to the side of his face.

Phainon felt his cunt part at the stretch and his heart thundered in alarm. “Get off of me!” He yelled, thrashing around the bed as best he could, trying to dislodge this—this madman! It didn’t work. He only got entangled in the blankets, fabric wrapping around his left leg and immobilizing him in place. His hand released Mydeimos’ throat just to rear back and strike him across the face, nails leaving little red lines of blood beading out the skin.

He hoped it would startle the king enough to back off, anger him enough to leave, but all it did was make the frightening desire in his eyes grow, hot panting breaths leaving the king’s mouth as his cock twitched against Phainon’s body. It was disgusting, perverse, obscene, every negative thing Phainon could think was embodied in this tyrant.

Mydeimos chuckled. “My darling bride, you know exactly what to do for me.” He leaned down to kiss Phainon again, and this time his fingers seized his jaw in place, full lips forcing themselves onto Phainon’s own. He kept his mouth stubbornly shut at the swipe of a hot wet tongue, at the teeth nipping his lips, until Mydeimos rumbled in displeasure and fangs latched onto him fiercely, digging deep into sensitive flesh and drawing iron into the air.

Phainon let out a noise of restrained pain and his mouth parted—and a slick tongue shoved itself in, licking all around and teasing the back of his throat. His mouth was so full, his jaw still held in a a death grip, that he was unable to bite down, forced to endure Mydeimos’ thick spit pooling in his mouth, his stupidly long tongue dipping down his throat and making him choke on it.

Phainon couldn’t breathe, squirming around weakly on the bed, his hands trembling as he tried desperately to shove Mydeimos off him. It didn’t work. The king bore down further onto him, hips relentlessly grinding down and forcing Phainon’s cunt to gain pleasure from it, slick darkening the crotch of his soft pants and squelching filling the air as Mydeimos’ hips parted and returned.

Black dots filled his vision and Phainon could feel his face flushing, his eyes almost rolling up as the lack of oxygen started to take him. It was only when he was on the verge of passing out, when his hands no longer had the strength to push and were laying limp on the bed, that Mydeimos finally pulled his tongue out of him, parting with a wet slick noise.

Pure, sweet air rushed into Phainon’s lungs and he gasped, fingers twisting into the sheets. His ears were ringing from blood rushing through his body, and he felt something faintly on his body, but his mind still wasn’t all there and his throat was so sore and covered in thick spit he’d been forced to swallow—

Then something hot, something thick and blunt, pressed against the lips of his bare cunt and Phainon’s blood froze. He shook as he lifted his head up and saw Mydeimos’ cock, hard and girthy and leaking pre-cum, teasing up and down the slit of his cunt, nudging between the folds before pulling out again. His eyes trailed up to the king’s face and terror paralyzed him.

There was a sick pleasure glowing in Mydeimos’ eyes, cruel and indifferent to the way Phainon shook his head in rejection, tears spilling from eyes as fast as he pleaded. “Don’t, please, Mydeimos no—!” He tried to scramble back but ironclad hands wrapped around his waist and he could only wail as Mydeimos’ monstrous cock violated him, forcing past his virginal entrance and ruthlessly tearing apart his symbol of purity. Phainon sobbed, the soft scent of iron flooding the air as pain ripped through his unstretched body.

Guttural noises poured out from him, wounded and rejecting, as a thick body pressed him down against soft sheets and hips roughly slammed into his cunt, dragging slick and blood out with every thrust, coating the length of Mydeimos’ cock. A hand curled around his throat and started closing in, Phainon’s fingers scrambling to grab at Mydeimos’ wrist, clawing as the pressure grew deeper and deeper.

“Let… go!” Phainon wheezed out, legs weakly kicking out. His cunt tightened unwillingly when Mydeimos put strength into his grip and anger curled up in Phainon’s gut at the king’s eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction. He felt the cock inside him pulse and disgustingly hot cum spilled into him, tainting the entrance to his cervix, and Phainon could only pray that it was over with that.

“Phainon.” Mydeimos moaned out, mouth dropping open and drool trickling out to land on Phainon’s face. The grip tightened one last time before releasing him and Phainon coughed, deep heaving breaths as the king’s drool slipped into his mouth. He turned his head to spit it out when a hand clamped over his lips and nose, pressing him into the sheets.

“Accept the gift your husband has given you.” Mydeimos rumbled, hips circling and pressed flush against Phainon’s sore cunt. Phainon glared back at him and the king’s eyes narrowed. Fingers dug into his cheek and Mydeimos’ free hand shoved Phainon’s leg up against his stomach, splitting him open and almost lifting his back off the bed from the force.

“I wonder,” Mydeimos said idly, curiosity lingering in his eyes, “will you grow more obedient once I seed you and you swell plump with our children?” Fear gripped Phainon’s heart and the panic shortened his breath, but Mydeimos’ hand still covered his nose and mouth and Phainon needed to breathe, he needed to breathe, he needed—

Phainon swallowed. Noisily, visibly, he willingly swallowed down Mydeimos’ spit, his throat bobbing with the motion, and he watched tearfully as a smile of deep satisfaction grew wider and wider on the king’s face.

The hand lifted from him and Phainon let out a soft sob, heaving desperate breaths. He didn’t know how much more he could take, how many more times Mydeimos would deprive him of oxygen before he broke.

“I knew you would like my gift, my dutiful bride.” Mydeimos laughed, cruel in how loving it was, like he truly believed Phainon wanted it. Phainon didn’t have the strength to refuse him, all his energy focused on making sure he had enough oxygen, all his attention focused on the next time Mydeimos might deprive him of it.

Mydeimos leaned over him, his hand grabbing onto Phainon’s other knee and pressing it onto his stomach next to its partner, and the position forced Phainon up off the bed, to position his cunt to accept Mydeimos’ seed sliding into its depths.

“I have many more to give you throughout our lifetimes together.” Mydeimos promised, pulling his cock out until the very tip lingered inside—and letting gravity slam his hips down, crashing against Phainon’s cunt, and it drove into him, forcing him open more than Phainon ever dared to do to himself, the blunt head of his cock striking at every sensitive point in Phainon’s body. The pain and pleasure blended together in a cacophony of feelings Phainon could no longer separate.

Mydeimos broke him apart and bred him in equal terms, his seed-heavy balls slapping against Phainon’s swollen cunt, thick white cum splattering with every thrust of strong hips and rendering Phainon helpless to stop him except for token protests, weak refusals somehow still crawling out from his throat, all ignored by the selfish king intent on taking him as wife and making him mother, regardless of what he wanted.

His legs were lifted further up, until his knees pressed against the pillow Phainon’s head rested on. “You will have my children,” Mydei slammed his hips into Phainon with a harsh slap and pressed threateningly against his swollen cervix as Phainon let out a strangled noise, “and you will cherish your place as my woman.”

Phainon’s eyes rolled up and he tensed, biting his bottom lip until the skin broke and iron trickled into his mouth, a hot tongue laving over the wound and being noisily swallowed. “Stop, please, I don’t want—Get out of me—Stop, you Titan’s damned br-ute!” Phainon’s voice broke and he thrashed, his back arching and head slamming into the mattress as Mydei forced himself into his core relentlessly, carving a place for his cock so deep into Phainon’s womb that he felt almost sick from the fullness. Phainon’s vision whited out and he seized around the girth spreading him apart, slick shooting out from his stretched cunt and spraying onto Mydei’s abdomen, dripping down to soak into their bedsheets.

Mydei cursed heavily, pressing dark bruises into Phainon’s skin as he tossed his head back and rutted uncontrollably into Phainon’s tight pussy, creaming him raw and spurting seed into his womb until Phainon’s stomach started distending, the shape of his cock disappearing underneath the rising flesh. “So fucking gorgeous.” Mydei hissed out, his teeth bared to the air as more viscous drool trailed down the corners of his mouth to drip onto Phainon’s body. “I am truly blessed to seed such a lewd beauty.” ]

Phainon could barely hear him, his legs squirming around helplessly in Mydei's possessive grip and feeling his stomach fill and fill and fill with Mydei’s virile cum. His ears were ringing and he kept letting out desperate gasps of air, his eyes squeezed shut as he was nailed helplessly to the bed by his husband’s cock. There was a pressure steadily building up inside of him, something different from the seed almost painfully still pumping into him, and Phainon started whimpering in distress as panic rose in him at the familiar feeling.

“Mydei, baby—I, I need to—!” Phainon shivered endlessly, clenching down and letting out a strained cry when Mydei’s hips rutted into him at the feeling. “No, stop, I need to pee!” Phainon finally managed to sob out, pushing against Mydei’s chest as he tried to shove his husband off him.

Mydei’s breathing got heavier, and Phainon watched in disbelief as his pupils completely blew out, something feral creeping into his eyes. “Do it.” He purred, letting his legs go to slide his hands around Phainon’s wrists and pinning them to both sides of his head. “Go on, my whorish beauty, piss yourself on me.” Phainon shook his head and tried to kick him off, but Mydei bore his weight onto Phainon’s body, smothering him onto the bed—and pressing onto his stomach—and Phainon wailed as his body broke under the pressure and he started urinating uncontrollably, the smell of ammonia and salty cum flooding the air in dense, heavy waves.

His body twitched sporadically and Phainon’s face was covered in tears, his eyes crossing and vision darkening, all the while feeling Mydei start to thrust into him again with loud wet squelches.

(Castorice watched in fascination as Mydei kept mounting Phainon’s unconscious body, seeding him over and over again as he let out faint little whimpers, the almost bestial way Mydei forcefully mated with Phainon’s fucked open cunt and the puddles of piss and semen pooling around their bed, inspiring the raunchiest scene in her newest novel.)

—

‘Be Conquered By Me’ was a massive hit. It sold more copies than any other story Castorice ever wrote, and praises for her prose and the detailing of each character, their motivations and characteristics, were lauded as some of the most authentically dark writing critics had ever seen.

(And the erotica launched her into a new level of fame, readers raving about how raunchy and depraved it was, as if she’d personally seen it and detailed it down. Castorice turned the deepest red Phainon had ever seen and he cackled.)

When it came time for the book signing, Phainon and Mydei were first in line. Castorice bit back a gasp and Phainon grinned toothily at her, handing over his well-worn copy. “I’m such a big fan of your work, Miss EpieiKeia216, it’s an absolute honor to get it autographed directly by you!” Mydei held back a laugh as he watched Castorice blush bright red. He placed his copy right next to Phainon’s.

“It’s well-written.” He said, his voice calm and flat, though his eyes couldn’t hide the teasing gleam in them. “I’ve taken… a fair bit of inspiration from this work in particular.” Phainon bit his bottom lip to keep from giggling and bumped his hip into Mydei’s.

“T-thank you both.” Castorice said, her voice strained. “I’m… glad to be of assistance…?” Phainon sent her a double thumbs up, leaning his weight into Mydei and feeling his husband’s arm curl around his waist.

“Oh, please, we should be thanking you.” Phainon said, pressing into his husband briefly before taking one small step forward to whisper down at his friend. “Feel free to ask me and Mydei to play any story you want; any time, our place, any setting, any position.” He winked at her and took their signed copies off the table, placing his hand into the crook of Mydei’s offered arm and walking away to the sound of Castorice making unintelligible noises behind them.

“Mydei, let’s roleplay Nikador waking up from his centuries long slumber and going on the hunt for Kephale.” Phainon chirped out loud, squeezing their arms together. Aglaea still might not have completely forgiven them for ruining her costumes from last time, even though it’d already been years since then, but Phainon also knew she was—reluctantly!—very weak to his most sopping wet puppy eyes.

He made a mental reminder to call her soon and heard his husband let out a huff of amusement. “I think you just like getting roughed up by me.” Phainon turned his head and playfully stuck his tongue out at Mydei.

“Well, who knows?”

FIN.