A little NSFW ticket for the OT3: Jude, Dorian (who belongs to @fawnsummer ), and Rendlen (who belongs to @immortallaughter ). They're our hunters for the wonderful game @whenthenightcomesgame !
Pre-Lunaris. Smut smut smut.
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Nothing seemed to be going right for her. She’d made a stupid, stupid mistake on a mission, allowing herself to be completely knocked out from a simple fae nest, and the wound to her pride hurt worse than the small lump on her head.
Rend and Dorian had said nothing, but the humiliation burned all the same. She never wanted either of them to see her as anything but their equal, and stupid mistakes like these set her on edge.
She’d also been chewed out by an Enforcer for riding Fergus a little too fast and almost trampling the local banker. He was a total asshole, even the Enforcer knew, but as he prattled on about decorum Jude was doing everything in her power to not take a dagger to his throat...or something further below the belt.
Finally, she’d come home and went to the pantry, where she’d stored the last apple pastry. She dug the box out and opened it….to find nothing but crumbs. And when she’d sat down to do her paperwork, the ink pot toppled as if by some unknown force and ruined the paper.
A strained cry came from her as she threw the pot and stomped to the bathroom, where she shucked off her splattered clothes. She drew a bath and slunk in, only her nose and eyes showing, her lids narrowed as she stared angrily off into space.
She vaguely heard the front door open, the vibrations of their footfalls making the water quiver. Laughter came from behind the door and paused before Rend and Dor popped their heads in, brows cocked.
“Jude?” Rend gave a small chuckle. “Care to explain the new paint job on the wall?” She lifted her head out of the water to expose her mouth.
“No.” Her voice was cold and curt.
Dor and Rend looked at each other, sharing a knowing look. With a smirk, Dor stalked over and put his hands on either side of the tub, lowering his face down to her level. Her eyes flashed dangerously. Rend watched, arms crossed as he waited for the exchange to unfold.
“Come on, little Jude, don’t pout.” Her eyes narrowed even further. A wicked grin split Dor’s face, his voice became teasing. “Did those faes hurt your precious blonde head?”
Jude snarled, cupped her hand, and shoved, splashing a wall of water into his face. “I’m not in the mood, loverboy.” Dorian sputtered and stumbled back for a moment, shock coloring his face before a dangerously mischievous look crossed it. Rend roared with laughter behind them.
In a flash, he reached in and grabbed Jude by her waist and hoisted her up over his shoulder. “Come on, Judas, you’ve been in there long enough.” Jude snarled in response, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, before receiving a large smack on the ass.
“Put me down,” she growled. Dorian carried her to the bedroom and unceremoniously dropped her on the bed. She moved to slink away as fast as she could, but Rend came from behind her and wrapped strong arms around her waist, trapping her own arms. He looked up at Dor with a grin. Jude was still trying to escape, her face burning with rage.
Dorian straddled her legs on the bed, taking her chin in his hand, the fingers of his other hand lightly grazing over her breast, the nipple hardening in response to his touch. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” Jude’s breath hitched, a stuttering gasp.
Rend’s hand trailed down to the crux of her thighs and a moan escaped her, against her will. Dor chuckled darkly and pinched her nipple, a low growl rumbling from his chest as she arched into his touch. Rend peppered her shoulder with kisses, running his mouth and tongue along the length of her scar, making her shiver.
Her cheeks burned with how easily she melted at their touch, how she was so clearly putty in their hands. Dorian cupped her cheek, running his thumb along the swell of her bottom lip. He pressed, and she opened her mouth for him, giving a tiny moan as she tasted him. “Good girl,” he purred. He leaned in close and ran his nose along her jaw, tilting Rend’s head up and kissing him lazily.
Jude’s eyes burned with lust as she watched them, bolts of pleasure arcing through her body as Rend continued his ministrations. Her tongue continued to swirl around Dorian’s thumb, showing him what she could do if she just let her--
Dorian’s face was suddenly before hers, emerald eyes burning with desire. “Tell us, love.” His voice was rough and low. “What do you want from us?” Rend gave the spot behind her ear a small nip in emphasis. He took her hand and placed it in on the front of his trousers, showing her how much he wanted her.
“Just say the word and we’re yours,” he murmured into her skin. A small whimper escaped Jude’s mouth. Her eyes locked with Dor’s and she swallowed thickly.
“Fuck me,” she rasped. “Please, my loves, I need--” She was cut off as Dorian crushed his mouth to hers, teeth nipping at her lip. A primal growl rumbled from both Rend and Dor, their rough hands roaming every curve of her body.
Dor broke the kiss and stepped back, quickly losing his shirt and suspenders, fingers fumbling over the buttons of his trousers. Jude managed to wrench an arm free and pulled him towards her. A devastating smirk, and he reached out and tangled his fingers in her hair, and yanked. Rend let her go and she fell to her knees, biting her lip in anticipation.
Deft fingers opened the front of his trousers with ease and wrenched them down. Dorian's cock sprung free, already hard for her. Her eyes glowed as she looked up at him through dark lashes and took him into her mouth. Dor hissed and his head fell back. “Fuck.”
Jude hummed happily as she teased him, tongue slowly dragging over the head of his length. The smell and taste of him surrounded her and she lost herself in it, happy to stay there and work her raven-haired love into a quivering mess. Soon she picked up a rhythm, bobbing her head in time with smooth strokes of her hand.
Cold metal fingers grazed her scalp as she was gently pulled from Dorian. Rendlen had shed his very unnecessary clothing and joined them. Jude gave a small laugh and began working on him, her free hand continuing to stroke Dor. She bobbed for a moment before taking his whole length in, swallowing around him.
The sounds coming from her men were better than any melody, and she was convinced she’d never heard anything better.
She lost track of time, and too soon she was lifted up and laid back on the bed. Dorian loomed over her, his arms caging her in. His eyes raked over her, and he smiled. “I can see how wet you are from here,” he breathed. He palmed one of her breasts. “How do you want us?”
“I don’t care,” she blurted, all decorum out the window, raw lust coloring her words. Her hands ran down his chest. “I just--please, I need you.” He looked over to Rend, his face hovering above hers. “Both of you.”
The two men glanced at each other, wordlessly communicating, and grinned down at their love. In a flash, Rend was underneath her, pulling her hips down. His cock nestled tightly between her folds and she rolled her hips, both of them moaning at the feeling of each other.
Dorian stood up and came behind Jude, running a finger down her spine. She shivered and arched, looking back at him with hooded eyes. His finger continued down the swell of her ass and he slipped it further, running over her other entrance.
“I want to take you here.” His eyes flicked up to hers and for a brief moment, she thought she was going to combust on the spot. She exhaled slowly and nodded. Rend’s rough hands found her waist and she leaned over him, a hand reaching down to guide her into her slick entrance. She sunk down on him easily, and a gasp escaped her as she stretched for him.
“Tight,” he hissed. He held her close, pressed together, and Dorian kneeled down of his own accord. He ran a flattened tongue over her, and she arched up. He continued to lave over her as he reached to the nightstand to get the little vial of slick. Coating his fingers, he circled the small opening before pushing a digit in. A lewd moan fell from her lips, followed by a gasp as a second finger found its way in. Expertly, he stretched her open, curling and scissoring his fingers. Each sound that came from Jude made the coil at the base of his spine tighten. He brought a hand down and slapped her ass again, smiling at the red handprint that bloomed in its wake.
“Dorian,” she cried, his name a delicious plea. He stood up and aligned himself, sinking in slowly. Tight, velvet heat surrounded him, and the trio all let out small noises as they felt each other within her.
Without words, they all began to move, perfectly synchronized. Jude was reeling from her skin being touched from all sides, the overstimulation making every coherent thought fly from her head. She loved surrendering herself to them like this, loved how they knew to take the stress and pain away, even for a moment.
Dorian gave slow strokes as she adjusted to him, but soon he had his hand in her hair and pulled up so she arched against him. She cried out, riding that blissful line between pleasure and pain. He tilted her head, exposing her neck and bit down. When he was satisfied with his mark he kissed it, before moving up to nibble on her ear.
Rend’s ice blue eyes seemed to glow as he watched the spectacle above him, his hands running wild over her form. He ran thumbs over the stiff peaks of her nipples before swirling one over the tight bundle of nerves at her core. “Gorgeous,” he breathed.
Words were no longer possible for Jude; the feeling of being so full was the only thing she could concentrate on. They fit like a glove, perfect and snug, hitting her pleasure spots with increasing speed. Her skin felt like it was on fire, the words of praise from her men brushing over her and giving her gooseflesh.
“You’re taking me so well, love,” Dorian growled, grabbing a handful her ass as he continued to rut into her. He decorated her back with more love marks, knowing full well they’d be there over a week. “You’re so good, so perfect.”
“You ride me so fucking good,” Rend gasped, reaching up and grabbing Jude’s chin. “Look at me.” Her eyes met his and she groaned. “I can feel you tightening around me. Are you about to come?”
Dorian bit into her shoulder and she cried out. “You’re not allowed to come yet.” The command sent shivers down her spine and she whined. “Only when I tell you to.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust and she almost fell apart right there. Her arms shook with the effort to keep herself up and she teetered on the precipice of release.
“I’m close,” Rend warned, his hips snapping up to meet Jude’s at a brutal pace. Dorian tightened his grip on her hair.
“Watch him,” he breathed. “Watch him spill inside you.” Jude whimpered in response but nodded, her eyes focused on the gorgeous blush that fell across Rend’s cheeks as he careened off the edge, his eyes screwed shut. His fingers dug into her thighs, and she knew they’d bruise but she didn’t care.
She gasped as he arched up and with a final cry of her name spilled into her, both of them moaning at the feeling of him emptying himself. Dorian followed soon after with a guttural growl which she felt in her chest and they collapsed on to Rend, the two men spent.
Jude reeled from the feeling of being filled, but she was so close to release she couldn’t think straight. Her hips continued to buck on their own and Rend and Dor hissed from the overstimulation. Gently, they pulled out of her and she moaned, feeling their essence slip down her inner thighs.
Quickly, Rend pulled her over him, her wet heat hovering above his lips. His eyes burned into hers as he licked up her thigh, catching his essence on his tongue before gliding through her folds. She swore, hands tangling in his hair, Dorian’s face appearing before her.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Dorian, let me come, I can’t take it anymore!” Watching Rend’s ministrations had every nerve on fire. A slow smile spread across Dor’s face.
“I’ll count down to one.” Jude gave a loud whine in protest, but he pressed a finger to her lips. “Countdown or no orgasm at all.” She just nodded.
“Ten.” She gasped. There was no way she would last. “Nine.” Rend’s pace was relentless, his tongue sweeping over her most sensitive spot as he laved over her. “Eight.” He was inside her now, a moan of his own sending vibrations over her core and she bit her lip, tears spilling over her eyelids.
“Seven.” She began to buck her hips, griding down onto Rend’s face. “Six.” Her breathing was coming in short pants, embarrassingly shallow. “Five.” Only five? How long had she been doing this? “Four.” Her eyes rolled back as she stood on the knife’s edge, waiting for Dorian’s word before she tumbled. “Three.” Rend licked a broad stripe up her core. “Two.” She couldn’t do this.
Dorian nipped at her jaw and traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. “One. Come for us.” At the same moment, Rend sucked on her oversensitive bundle of nerves and it sent her careening into her pleasure, her hips rolling as she rode out her orgasm.
It crashed into her and she fell back, twitching as the aftershocks hit her. Rend and Dor were at her side in an instant, both sets of arms around her, kissing her softly as she came down from her high.
“You did so well, my love.” Dorian kissed her forehead. “So perfect.”
“You’re incredible, darling.” Rend’s voice washed over her and she smiled.
Under their soft touches, it wasn’t long before Jude let herself be overtaken by sleep.
