You link your arm with his. Bare skin resting against the expensive wool suit jacket. You can feel Sylus’ urge to unlink and wrap his arm around your waist instead, a possessive claim on you as he slowly – boredly – looks the man before him over from head to toe. “Seems you’ve befriended a dog, kitten.”
Valko, whose expression had been so carefully neutral until this moment, couldn't help but bear his canines. You can’t help but pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing softly as you squeeze Sylus’ arm just a tad tighter.
“I told you to be nice, Sy. He’s a good friend.” Ironically, the word friend seems to agitate the wolf more than being called a dog. “It’s a pleasure to meet the infamous leader of Onychinus.” Valko starts, adjusting his collar and trying to work through his own inner turmoil.
“Likewise, it’s a pleasure to meet the dog my wife has talked so highly of… whose thoughts of her are so very loud…” A cool wave of tension etches its way through every part of your body. Your gaze immediately slid up towards the crimson glow of Sylus’ eye. “Sylus.”
“S’alright, little lamb. He’s not wrong.” Now, your head is whipping towards Valko. An incredulous look crosses your face as you wonder what the hell the man could be thinking admitting this to your husband. “Can’t help myself when I’m around you, though I have enough sense to not act on a married woman.”
Your feet are glued to the floor, the air in your lungs seems to freeze a full mass. This information has your world tilting on its axis, yet neither man seems bothered by these confessions. “She is quite desirable, so I really can’t fault you for your feelings, dog.” Sylus does unhook his arm from you this time, slowly slithering it around your waist and tugging you closer to his side.
“She’s truly something. You’re one lucky bastard for getting to her first.”
“You like having your good friend watch you get fucked, hmm?”
The air around you is thick with the scent of sex, a mix of sweat and your perfume mingling with Sylus’ cologne. Your clothing long since shed and lying in shambles across the bedroom. Your head is nearly dangling off the side of the mattress, the world upside down but not obstructing your clear view of Valko.
“Tell the dog how good my cock feels, yeah? I’m sure he’d love to know.” Valko shifts, the only one still fully dressed. The bulge in the front of his slacks is visible even from where you lay. “Sy, fuck… you’re making me fe-feel s’good…!”
Your nails dig into Sylus’ wrist, his hand has been keeping a loose grip around your neck this entire time. “Missonary is her favorite…” He drives his point home by bottoming out hard, earning a shrill cry from your mouth. “Our favorite… you converted me.” You rasp out, breathless as Sylus finds his rhythm again.
“You two are… quite the sight to behold.” Valko finally manages to say something, having been too stunned for a majority of this endeavor.
“Yeah? You wish you were inside her right now, don’t you, dog?” Sylus adjusts himself, knees digging further into the mattress as he releases your neck momentarily to readjust your legs. Both of which are tossed over his shoulders, yanking you upwards slightly and leaving your bare body on display for the wolf to see.
You look back at him, grinning lazily as Sylus continues to pound you. “C’mon, Val. Answer honestly, please? Sy won’t be mad… right, Sy?”
You can see the visible conflict passing across Valko’s face, shifting nervously in the chair before tugging at his collar. “I won’t bite, dog.” You don’t scold him verbally, instead your cunt clamps down around him. Earning a hiss of pleasure as he nearly doubles over on top of you. “Dirty move, kitten.”
“I learned from the best.”
“Y-yeah, I wish I was in your position, Sylus.” Valko’s gruff and sudden response seemed to startle the both of you. Heads whipping towards the towering man as he got up from the chair he had seemingly been cemented too since entering the room.
“I’ve fucking dreamt about being in your position, Sylus. Is that what you want to hear? You want to know how badly I’ve dreamt of fucking the life out of your pretty wife? How I've gotten myself off thinking about her pretty noises?” You feel Sylus start to throb inside of you, the crimson of his aether-core intensifying with every word the wolf utters. You’re no better off, slightly embarrassed by the way of heat surging lower.
“But I'm sure that core in your eye is reading all my desires loud and clear, no?” Valko is now at the side of the bed, towering above you, his bulge nearly hanging over your face. “Did you two invite me up here to watch, or partake?”
Oh, he’s reached his limit… Your head pivots for Sylus, whose cheeks are flushed rosy pink and lips are curled into a devilish smirk.
The face of a man who won the battle the other man may not have realized he was even fighting. “Well, kitten. What do you say? Should Valko join?” Valko, he actually said his name. Sylus takes his hand off your neck, letting you push up on your elbows to properly crane your head back to look at the wolf.
You already know your answer, and you have a feeling the other two men do too. Especially with the way Sylus is pressing into your cervix, twitching in anticipation for your response. "Strip, Valko. I wanna suck you off while Sy fucks me."
Took on @wetforsylus's post style for this one... sorry it got Valko in it tho girl lolll - hope everyone else enjoys tho... I'm still trying to figure out their dynamic and such so bear with meeeeeee - Soul
