Kyle who promises himself that he’ll punch the shit out of Ghost as soon as he’s able to because it’s too much. It’s too fucking much.
But fuck, it feels good.
Kyle who can only let out a whimper, brazen and yet so uncharacteristic of him, as Simon’s big hands guide you, as your hips undulate, the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and your broken moans fill the air, and the lieutenant, asshole that he is, keeps you riding Kyle well after he’s spent.
And this was only minutes after Ghost spent the better part of an hour riding and milking him. Asshole.
Say my name
I promise I'll love you if you do it
So do it for me
Chaos doesn't always have to be bad, you know.
Take for instance the bed. After some good sex. The bed that'll be a fucking mess.
Pillows everywhere (you swear you have more pillows than you do blankets; thank the Pillow Princess for that), covers thrown haphazardly, and you'll be there, sweaty and sated, resting in a pile of muscled arms, legs, and chest.
You usually don't know who the hell you're laying on you're so fucked out but damn their chest feels good.
Heh. You thought your libido was high but König and Simon got you beat there, too. By miles. Holy fucking shit. You and König also joke that Simon's the slut of the three of you. The bastard doesn't deny it, either.
As much as Simon and König love you, best believe there's always a competition between the two men when it comes to you sexually.
You'll also find out that the winner of their sparring matches is also the one who gets to fuck you first.
Those hands of König's aren't just good with a knife. He can make you come with those fingers alone.
He's also the one who loves to go down on you (this isn't to say that Simon doesn't). Will feast on you forever if you let him. Will also encourage (read: command) you to fuck his mouth or ride his face.
Dirty talk — Simon is a fucking pro. While König's showing you what his mouth does, Ghost is practically growling in your ear and telling you everything they'll do to you. Everything.
They can and will subject you to some orgasm denial if you wanna fuck around and find out, too.
And oh baby, when you get down on your knees and return the favor... it takes everything in them not to bust right then and there.
König goes crazy when you suck the head of his dick. Simon has this one vein on the underside of his. That's his weak spot. Have fun.
König loves it when you run your nails down his back while he's fucking you. Loves to see those marks in the mirror.
You also found that one spot on Simon's shoulder that if you bite down on it, the fucker goes crazy.
He loves covering you in hickeys, too.
König is the gentle but firm kisser. Simon is the passionate, tongue-fuck, bite-your-lip-and-leave-a-mark kisser. So bite his lower lip and leave a mark, goddamnit.
One time they were away and you were so fucking horny, you called them up. They heard you, heard your pleas as you touched yourself, as you told them you missed their hands, their mouths, and their dicks. You told them that you needed them to come home and fill you up. You moaned so wantonly and practically screamed when you came. They were dead silent the entire time.
König was so damn flustered and hard and frozen like a goddamn statue. Ghost was fucking seething. He was so fucking pissed. He was so fucking aroused. Why the fuck would you do that, knowing he wants nothing more than to be home, fucking you into the mattress, fucking your face, or god knows what else. Refused to rub one out and most definitely saved that for when he got home.
Simon and König also got you back once by calling you and making you masturbate for them. And god, you can never forget the way they sounded, authoritative, their accents heavy and thick with desire as they fucking ordered you to touch yourself and moan for them. Yeah, that's it. Moan for them, baby. Cum for them...
Oh, yeah, back to competition. One time König was away and Simon was home and you spent the better part of the day teasing him. He told you in so many words to fuck around and find out. You found out alright. Goddamn, did you find out.
He made you ride him. He made you ride him and like fuck were you stopping anytime soon. König called, Simon made you answer the phone (on speaker no less) and made you say his name ("Say it, love. Tell him who's making you fucking scream."). Oh shit. Silence on the other end. Again. Oh fuck, you knew it was on when König got home.
...And when you're busy catching your breath, sweaty and sated, wrapped in muscled arms, after some good ass sex—"Ready for another round?" What? You look up and two pairs of eyes stare back, clouded with feral want, and oh fuck—
Probably saw Rennala and Radagon when they were fighting eachother/ aftermath of the war and just; decided that they're the masters that they will follow.
But like the duo kind of just added them into the relationship and they just didn't notice that.
Low-key took a long time for them to realize that they are, indeed, part of a relationship with their masters. They just assumed all of the affections and stuff that were given to them were just rewards for something.
Bonus;
Bloodhound Knight consort, in bed with Radagon and Rennala, getting cuddles & kisses: '...Is this a reward?' 🤔
This would be hilarious as hell.
Bloodhound Knight Consort is busy wondering if they're in a relationship while Radagon's tongue is down their throat and Rennala is giving them hickeys on their neck.
Bloodhound Knight Consort is busy wondering if they're in a relationship while Radahn, Rykard, and Ranni openly call them mother or father.
Here you are a sweaty, achy mess, you're sure your thighs will really feel it all later, and Johnny's no better, fucked out, those pretty blues hazy, and it's not enough.
Far from it, pretty.
You could see it in his eyes. "Oh fuck me, you're insatiable, Johnny—" And then he grinned, daring and roguish, and dammit, what a poor choice of words. Absolutely horrible choice. Next thing you know, you're on your back, Johnny's above you, and he slams back down and god, the groan he let out.
You made sure your phone captured it all.
You made sure it captured the way Johnny licks his lower lip, the way he grinds against your lap like the greedy bastard he is, cock leaking, chasing the pleasure again and again, muscles rippling with it, and those eyes of his—fuck, they’re captivating—looking directly into the camera, fucked out and willing, every bit the whore you bring out of him.
He whimpers after one particularly hard thrust up from you and “Good boy…”
Johnny grins, equal parts sleazy and eager.
___
He hears the ping of his phone, picks it up, sees the video, and hums lowly. He likes what he sees.
Happy wanking, Lt.
Bloody hell.
He always knew Johnny was a fuckin’ slag. And now he knows you’re one, too.
Gaz and Ghost share a three-way kiss with your pretty cunt. You're on your last legs (literally and figuratively) because it's a fuckin' miracle that you can hold yourself up, what with how their pretty brown eyes look up at you as they eat you up like it's the Last Supper.
Imagine this phone/face time sex with Simon but since he’s sharing bunks with the rest of the guys it turns into all of them watching you make yourself cum on your fingers and toys. Also the boys helping each other out.
You’re a fuckin’ sight, too, luvie, fingers and toys pumping in and out of that pretty cunt, and Simon wishes he was there to taste and fuck you and make you scream. Shit.
The guys’ curiosity is piqued when they hear those pretty moans, when they hear you say Simon’s name, and it does something to your soldier. “Give ‘em a show, sweetheart,” he orders, cunt on the brain, and what a show it was.
What a show you’re treated to next.
It’s you, watching the boys watch you before they’re all over Simon, fucking, sucking, milking his cock, prepping him for the Cap’n, every bit the goddamn slag he is with you, and fuck. That’s it, baby boy, let them see how slutty you truly get.
” ‘m close—fuckin’ hell—” Your soldier slurs out, cum drunk, cunt struck, and cock filled. Fuckfuckfuck—
Simon and Kyle coming home from a mission, adrenaline rushing, sloppy quickies and handjobs doing but so much, and they need something... softer. Not as rushed. Something to take the edge off.
Which means you're right where they want you. Ripe for the taking.
Simon and Kyle back home between your pretty thighs, pretty brown needy eyes looking up at you as they make you touch yourself, as you make yourself cum, as they talk you through it.
Simon and Kyle feeling reinvigorated, thirst quenched, and desires sated as their greedy tongues taste you, as they suck on your wet fingers, as they overstimulate you again and again.
