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conchcronch · 13 days ago

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Pairing: Lucanis x Rook x Spite

Summary: You and Lucanis have some time to yourselves for the first time, and there’s an incantation you’ve been working on. One thing leads to another and you have both Lucanis and Spite giving into your every want.

A/N: oh boooooy that was a long time coming!! Some background, Rook is a Mourn Watch mage, but the Mourn Watch part is only very briefly mentioned so it’s certainly not important to the plot (what little there is). Also just need to get this out of my system, Lucanis calls Rook ‘dove’ because as in mourning dove, sorry not sorry.

His lips were everywhere you needed them. Trailing down your cheek to your neck as he unbuttoned your navy shirt at a near snail-like pace. He took immense joy from watching you squirm in his lap, your hips unconsciously grinding against him as you pressed your forehead to the top of his head, a whine slipping from your lips. “My sweet, you really need to learn patience, it’s a virtue.” You could hear the smirk on his lips as he intentionally dragged the tip of his index finger along your bare skin as he separated another button from your shirt, still only half way down the garment.

“Luca” You breath in his shampoo, your hands gripping the back of his shirt as he laughed at you. “You’re gonna’ be the death of me.”

“Not without a contract I’m not.” His dark chuckle nearly forced a whine from your lips, your hands balling the back of his shirt, knowing he’d chastise you about it when he was forced to work the wrinkles out of the fabric afterwards. The last button slipped from its hole and you nearly cried, the relief of feeling his hands slide up your bare stomach seemed to be unrivaled, although that was likely your desperation speaking. You straighten out, moving your hands from around his neck towards the laces that made up your bra, the tips of your fingers barely making contact with the ties before you heard the click of his tongue at you. “No patience and incapable of following instructions, it’s a wonder you made it in any faction, let alone the Watchers.” He moved his hands from your waist, taking a wrist in either hand and guiding them behind your back, linking your fingers together. “Now, if they move before I give you permission, we’ll be having a very different discussion, understand?” You nod, clenching your fingers together as you feel his hands pull away, the tips of his fingers gliding along the waist of your casual pants, knowing they weren’t going to be on much longer. “Gooood” he purred “Now come here” One hand on your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks lightly as he guided your lips to his, quickly catching you in an intimate kiss.

No matter how many times you kissed, he always managed to take your breath away. Despite the fact he swore up and down that his experience was minimal it never seemed like it. His hands always knew where to grab, how to hold you, his tongue always gliding along your’s as though you were merely an extension of himself. You wanted to reach forward, run your fingers through his beard and tilt his head just a bit more, but you were trying your best to follow his instructions. Your hips moved against his bulge as his hands slid down your body, his fingers tracing over every hill and valley between your neck and your hips, mentally noting every scar, cellulite and stretch mark, every piece of you that you would normally not want lingered upon, he wanted to make sure he memorized it.

He moved his head in such a way that forced your lips to part from his, pressing his forehead against yours so you didn’t immediately try to resume to kiss, a huff of breath and a small smile played across his lips when you tried for the briefest of seconds. You knew you were being especially needy, which wasn’t something you ever categorized yourself as, but with him it was different. You had tried to be subtle in the beginning, casually flirting with him and praying to the Maker that he would pick up what you were putting down. There was a point in this venture that you were sure he wasn’t interested. That every compliment he yelled during battle, every cup of coffee he made for you, every late night you spent talking, that it was all just platonic. It wasn’t until he told you that you played too close to the edge that you knew he had just been fighting to keep his feelings smothered. But now that you had him where you so desperately needed, you wanted him to get on with it, to put his dexterous fingers to good use rather than taking his sweet time, breaking you down until you were begging the Maker for him. It had taken so much to get him here, just getting him to kiss you had felt like so much effort, but when it finally happened you realized it was worth all the work.

“My love” You blinked, waiting patiently for him to continue. “I’m concerned…” his voice faded off but you didn’t need him to finish it for you to know what he meant.

“About Spite.”

“He’s fighting me” His hands moved to your waist, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin.

“What does he want?” You pulled back, sitting up but keeping your hands joined behind your back.

“You.” For a split second his eyes glowed purple, his voice turning into a smooth growl before Lucanis groaned, shaking his head and gaining control once again.

“I thought he had calmed down?” You wanted to cup his cheek, pepper kisses along his jaw in an attempt to help him relax, but you resisted.

“He has, in most situations. But with you, he’s as feral as before.” You couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, a slightly cocky smile sneaking onto your lips. “Don’t look so smug, Rook, what happens if I can’t control him?”

“Does he want to kill me?”

“What- No of course not!” You shrugged.

”Maime me?”

“You know what he wants to do.” Lucanis was growing irritated with this line of questioning, knowing you well enough to know that you lacked a sufficient amount of concern surrounding his demon counterpart.

“Then why fight it?”

“Because he could still hurt you, or he could take over fully and-“ You leaned forward again, pressing your forehead to his.

”Emmrich has been helping me with something.” You paused, giving him the space to interject if he so chose. “I can’t do it passively like him, but I think I could hear him if I can get the incantation right.” There was a beat where you watched his brow furrow, clearly turning the idea over in his head, viewing it from all angles before finally replaying with a question.

“How long have you been working on this?” His eyebrow quirked up, his tone a lot more relaxed than you expected.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You couldn’t resist pressing your lips to his, and he didn’t fight it, smiling into the kiss before parting his lips so he could run his tongue along yours.

“Will you be able to see him?” He asked, pulling his lips away from yours, much quicker than you would have liked.

“Emmrich said I certainly would be able to hear him, and he did find reference that there have been accounts that in rare situations casters have been able to see spirits but I’m not sure I’m quite there yet.”

“Mierda” Slipped out under his breath just loud enough for you to catch it, making you raise your brow inquizically.

“What?”

”Spite is…excited.” You could feel him throb underneath you, and in return you rolled your hips against him.

“I’ll need to use my hands.”

“Go ahead.” You separated your hands for the first time since he had guided them together, bringing them in front of you and cracking your knuckles in preparation.

You closed your eyes, taking a couple deep breaths trying to force your attention away from the man beneath you, trying to ignore the way his warmth radiated through your thighs, the way he smelled, the twitching between his legs. But as the incantation began to slip lowly from your lips, your hands moving in gestures you had practiced night after night with the guidance of the resident Necromancer who had taken you under his wing long before joining the party. You could feel the magic flow from the tips of your fingers, wrapping around you.

You had practiced this spell with Emmrich many times, however the only spirit you could really hear was Manfred, but Spite felt so different. Manfred’s sense of curiosity had filled you, you had shared in the burst of enjoyment he felt while examining a dragon tooth Taash had thoughtfully given to him in an attempt to face their discomfort around the skeleton, but when you completed the spell all you felt was raw, burning arousal. If felt like your entire body was ablaze, your skin too tight for your form, and the only way to get any relief would be through rolling your hips against the man below you.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times in an attempt to clear the freeze haze that so often followed necromancy spells, as you looked around the room, disappointed when you saw no change “Did it work?” Lucanis’ hand cupped your cheek, bringing your attention back down to him.

”I’m not really sure, is he talking to you?”

“For once, no.” You sighed, somehow that seemed like something the demon would do.

“I think I feel his emotions though. So I guess it worked partially, just not how I hoped.”

“My condolences.” You laughed, trying to mask your disappointment. “We don’t need him, my dove. Is one of me not enough for you?” You could tell by the smile on his lips he didn’t really mean it, drawing you down for another kiss, his other hand tugging at the laces of your bra, working it undone with ease. You wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his beard as you moved his head to tilt back just a bit more as you ground your hips against him. His fingers guided the laces through the holes of the garment until he pulled it completely away, the bra slipping down and off your body.

“Your hands.”

“Ah s-sorry.” You spoke into the kiss distracted by the way his soft hands moved slowly up towards your chest and letting your wrists be pulled behind your back. Your core was throbbing, grinding against his bulge was no longer enough fiction to keep your highented arousal at bay. “Lucanis” You whined into the kiss.

“Yes, my dove?”

“I need something more.” You could feel him smile against you, a small laugh.

“How about I fuck you. Until you beg me to. Stop.” You moaned at his words,

”Maker yes.” Lucanis stiffened against you, his muscles tensing.

“You can-“ You felt Lucanis’ hand on your sternum, pushing you back so he could look at you, his eyes wide, almost frantic. ”You can hear him.” It wasn’t a question, it was almost an accusation.

“I thought you said that.”

”Do you really think that’s something I would say?” You couldn’t deny it seemed out of place from the Crow but in your arousal fogged state you weren’t about to question it.

Before you were able to come up with a witty retort, a voice stopped you “Come on. She wants. Us.” You could have sworn he was speaking directly into your ear, you could even feel breath on your cheek. You could feel hands on your back, but they lacked any sort of heat, if anything they swallowed the natural heat you were giving off.

“If this is too much for you, can you end the spell?” His tone was positively dripping in concern.

”I don’t need to.”

”That’s not what I asked.”

”Yes, if I need to, I can.”

“She. Won’t.” You looked down to see grey hands outlined in purple glow wrapping around your waist, the weird coolness making you suck a breath in. “Take Her. Pants. Off.”

“Spite.” Lucanis growled, as though he was reminding him of manners that you were sure the spirit lacked.

“Lucanis, please.”

“I-“ You watched his eyes go from you to the demon you knew was behind you. “If you don’t listen, this is over.” His words weren’t directed at you, but at the creature behind you.

“Deal.” You felt lips ghost over your shoulder, his hands moving from your stomach up to grab both of your breasts as you felt a tinge of pain forcing a startled yip from your lips before a shaky moan as the his spectral fingers worked your nipples the way you desperately wanted Lucanis to. “She wants. More.” You nodded, wishing you could lean your head back onto his shoulder but knowing you would find nothing solid to rest against.

“Please Luca.” Your words came out as a sigh that morphed into a moan when you felt a second, much warmer set of hands run down your sides. The pads of his fingers pressed into your skin, following the curves of your body until he was blocked by the waist of your navy pants, the buckles seemed even more restrictive in this particular situation. You expected him to take his time, as he had been this entire evening, but his hands barely lingered on the buckles before he started pulling at the leather straps until he was finally able to pop the buttons of your pants open. A curse slipped from his lips at the sight of your bare skin beneath your trousers, something that normally would have made you smirk however you were far to preoccupied by the demon’s ministrations to notice.

You couldn't’ stop your hips from grinding against his straining cock, the feeling of your pants now loosely moving along your folds as you rut against him. “If you don’t. I will.” Spite hissed, pulling his lips off your neck much to your frustration.

“You will not.” His hands grabbed your hips, fingers pressing into the meat of your still covered ass, pushing against you, silently urging you to stand up. As you stood up, Spite stepped back, his hands slipping off of your chest, giving you a chance to turn towards him with the intention of arguing with the demon only to be shoved backwards and onto the couch.

Both men thought to themselves, and each other, how you were a sight to behold. Naked from the waist up, nipples pebbled and slightly red from Spite’s rough handling, trousers unbuttoned and open enough that the very beginning of your slit was just visible. But as you sat, pushed back on the couch looking up at two sets of eyes, one blazing purple, the other chocolatey brown you could feel your slick gather even more, your pants feeling even more stifling then before.

As though he could read your mind, Lucanis’ hands grabbed either side of your pants, pulling them down your legs almost as slowly as he had unbuttoned your shirt, which felt like eons ago. Where you expected to feel shyness at this being the first time you had been entirely naked in front of your partner, you only felt desperation. Your legs widening when you expected to be clenching them shut, as though not only your mind was begging for him, but your body too.

The sight of Lucanis slowly lowering himself to his knees, his hands pushing your knees wider apart to accommodate his broad shoulders was enough to drag a long moan from your lips. Just before you felt his soft lips make contact with your folds you briefly made eye contact, his brow soft and his eyes filled with nothing but undying love. You leaned your head back against the soft crushed velvet of your couch, one hand naturally running through his long hair while the other pushing through your own.

“Your taste.” Spite’s voice came from above you, you could feel his breath on your lips, breathing in a scent that was so distinctly not Lucanis, spiced rooibos with a burnt mahogany and clove undertone. “Is like. Nothing. We’ve tasted before.” He groaned, the feeling of his face pressed into your hairline, his nose breathing in your scent was the only sound your body could really register, aside from the occasional moan that slipped from Lucanis’ mouth only to be swallowed by your cunt.

What the Crow’s tongue lacked in skill, he made up for with his dexterous fingers. Often covered by thick leather gloves, his hands had been shockingly soft when you had first felt them, not thinking you’d get to experience them pressing into your tight walls anytime soon. He ran his fingers between your folds, gathering your slick along them before you could feel the tip of his middle finger begin to press into your entrance. Although it had been a minute since you had had anyone between your legs, you were far from unfamiliar with pleasure as of late, often ending your long adventuring days with your hands between your thighs and face in a pillow after having been teased and denied by the Crow. The feeling of someone else’s hands moving along your thighs, between your folds, inside you, it was so much more enthralling. Although his familiarity with your body was nothing close to that of your own, he was managing to pull moan after moan from you with every come hither of his finger, quickly adding a second.

“Smells of. Sex. Of salt. Of. Of waterlily.” Spite moaned into your hair, the hand that wasn’t knotted in the Crow’s hair was near clawing at the velvet of the couch, your hips canting up anytime Lucanis tried to pull away from you, even for the briefest of moments to draw in a shaky and overexcited breath.

“My dove” he pulled away from you, his fingers still inside of you, working you open as he added a third finger, his eyes glued to where you two were joined. He waited patiently for you to open your eyes, Spite moaning in your ear as he held your hair against his nose. As you drew your head off the back of the couch, slowly opening your eyes to meet his gaze. “How am I doing?” With all three fingers he pressed against the wall of your cunt, gliding over a particularly spongy section of nerve endings that made your hips buck and a long moan lurch from your lips. He seemed just as surprised as you, but that surprise quickly morphed into unbridled attraction, he could have sworn up and down that you had never looked as stunning as you did in this exact moment. Your hair pulled away from your face, neck and shoulders thanks to Spite, your face and chest flushed, your breasts rising and falling quickly as you tried desperately to catch your breath and you eyes holding onto his gaze as though it were a lifeline.

“Good.”

“Good. Won’t make her. Cum.” Spite growled out from behind you, towards the man on his knees.

“What can I do?” You couldn’t resist reaching out to him, running your other hand through his hair and around to his face, moving your thumb through his soft and well kept beard.

”If you- fuck” his fingers continued albeit at a slower pace, the tips of his index fingers pressing into your spongy bundle of nerves just enough to make your mind go blank. He noticed the way your hips bucked every time, his eyes going between your lust drunk expression and your cunt which was fully on display for him.

“How’s this, my dove?” He pressed his fingers higher, giving your g spot a more firm pressure that almost made you weep.

“Can you- Maker- Just g-go back” he pulled his fingers back, thinking the adjustment he had made was wrong but the frustrated growl you let out let him know that it was very much the opposite. “N-no fuck- s-sorry no” his fingers were pressing even harder into your spongy insides, rubbing back and forth along the nerve endings in a way that was making it difficult to piece words together. So, instead of trying to explain what you needed from him, you moved the hand that was toying with his beard up to his crown before pushing down and forcing his face back into your cunt. You could feel him smile against you for the briefest of seconds before his tongue was sliding between your folds and up to flick at your clit.

Part of you prayed Emmrich wasn’t in his room, knowing you shared a wall with the Necromancer, and if you were this incapable of containing your sounds now, you had no idea how you’d be as the night progressed. You tried your best to make a mental note to ask Lucanis to help you prepare a special dessert for the mage as an unspoken apology for this night, and all moving forward. You seemingly lost control over the words leaving your mouth, the only thing you were sure of was that they were all praising the Crow between your thighs. “J-just like t-that Luca” Spite still gripped your hair in a tight fist against his nose, moaning directly in your ear as his free hand slipped over your shoulder to pull at your breast more.

Your mounting orgasm was building quickly, with every flick of the Crow’s tongue, his very consistent and constant strokes of your insides and the groans you could feel against you, you knew you weren’t long for this. It wasn’t until a particularly hard flick of his tongue against your clit that you begged for more of exactly that. And he was nothing if not a good study, following your directions to a T.

It only took four firm flicks of his tongue against your clit before the grip you had on his long hair tightened, pressing him further into your core as you cried out, his name the only word on your lips.

You had always been on the quicker side of coming down after an orgasm, often needing to stay decently aware of your surroundings in the Necropolis, but today was different. It was as though every ounce of energy you had was taken from you, your bones felt heavy, your muscles weak and your cunt pulsing. You had barely noticed that Lucanis had pulled away from you, pressing chaste kisses to the insides of your limp thighs, his hands gripping the meat of your legs as he did so. Spite was still behind you, clearly trying his best to mimic what his counterpart was doing, but where Lucanis was chaste and slow, Spite was still hot and needy, his teeth grazing your neck with every kiss.

You wanted to say something, make a quip, but your brain was completely blank. Your eyes felt heavy and you knew if you closed them, you’d be down for the count. The siren call of sleep was even more appealing when Lucanis shifted and sat next to you on the forest green couch, his arm sliding along the back and across your shoulders, pulling you into him. “I never thought I’d see something more beautiful then when you’re mid battle.” You laughed, voice a little raspy.

”Please don’t tell me I look better when I cum then when I fight.” You looked up at him, still keeping your ear pressed to his chest to listen to his slightly heightened heart beat.

“I would never say something like that.” Lucanis chided, smiling down at you. “You certainly look less intimidating.”

“I’ll have to try to look scarier the next time you make me cum then.” There was a beat of comfortable silence between the three of you, Spite nowhere to be seen, but you could still feel him, feel his raging arousal and desire. But, as you laid with your head on his breast, listening to his heart beat in his chest, you couldn’t help but stare down at his tented slacks, the slightest hint of a damp spot where the tip strained against the fabric.

There you sat, letting the moment stretch on as you waited for the perfect moment to earn yourself a surprised moan from your partner, a sound that despite never having heard before, you knew it would be good. “You smell different.” You sat up, pulling away from his chest and drawing his attention towards you, his gaze turning to meet yours so you could fully see his reaction when you made your move.

“Ah, it’s new. Do you like it? I wasn’t sure about it at first, but Viago recommended it.” You leaned in close, pressing your nose to his pulse point, inhaling the musky scent, allowing yourself to run your lips along his soft skin.

“I do, it’s…” Running your lips along his sensitive skin quickly turned to you nipping at it, sucking the flesh into your mouth and toying with it between your front teeth. “It smells like…” You couldn’t place it, the more you smelt it the harder it seemed to pick out the notes.

“Vetiver and amber” a voice rang in your head, the same way your inner monologue often did, but the tone was different, rougher.

“That’s exactly it.” You let your lips tickle against him as you answered the voice, barely aware that it didn’t come from the man you were sniffing.

“Rook,” The way he said you nickname wasn’t intended to get your attention, instead it was as though he was praying. This was your moment, sliding your hand along the outside of his thigh until you could feel the height of his arousal, your palm moving up his tented pants. His head tipped back, giving you more access to his neck as you pressed into him, feeling how hard he was beneath his layers of clothes. You could tell he was trying to swallow his moans, clearly still aware of where you were and the fact that at any moment either of you may be called upon.

“Let me make you feel good.” You whispered, pressing a kiss just under his ear, only gaining a broken moan in response. You moved to pull away, intending to slip down between his knees but the second you tried to back away, his hand caught you, fingers balling your open shirt.

“I need you, close to me.” His eyes were only open for long enough to get the sentence out before your hand was rubbing him through his pants forcing his eyelids to droop closed. “Meirda just like that.” You had barely touched him, only really pressing your hand into his bulge.

“Shh let me just-“ You unbuttoned the fly of his pants, thrilled to see a lack of anything underneath, making it much easier to pull his cock free from it’s prison. Your hand wrapped around it with a familiarity you really shouldn’t have, but something about the way he reacted to your touch made it feel as though you had done this thousands of times with him. A broken whimper wiggled its way from his throat, his head limp against the back of the couch as you took your time worshipping his cock.

Every time you worked him from base to tip his hips would buck, silently begging you to keep going, as though he had been in situations where things had ended prematurely. “I’m not going anywhere” you whispered, pressing kisses along his built thighs, breathing in his musk as you did so. There was enough precum to work down him, creating enough lubrication for a rather lewd sound to bounce off the aquarium glass. “More. More. More.” A voice from nowhere begged, giving you enough indication that it was time to step things up, knowing the spirit was not that of patience.

With much disappointment you released his cock, earning yourself a whine from above you and a string of curses from all around you. Your hands moved to his shirt buttons, parting them with a muted sense of urgency, not wanting to appear too needy, even if you were. With his vest and dress shirt open you couldn’t resist running your hands up his chest, starting at his firm stomach to his pecs which were dusted in black hair, before resting your hands on his shoulders. When you brought your lips to his neck again your chests were pressed flush together, taking his heat as though it were yours. “Luca” You began moving, hauling a leg over his lap so you could straddle him, feeling his cock tease at your folds while you got situated.

“Rook” his voice reminded you of when he had drank a bit too much, unburdened by self consciousness, free to enjoy the moment. In those moments he would stare at you from across a room, longing written across his expression but forcing himself, even in his most inebriated state to hold back. But not now, now he was entirely bare to you. His hands rested on your waist, his warmth radiating through you, his grip only tightening when you began moving your hips, teasing his cock as it slid between your folds but never sinking into you.

“Killing. Me!” A breathy groan came from behind you, Spite’s hands finding their way to your hips, applying enough pressure to get his desire across but not enough that you would be forced to move. That was possibly the most self restraint you had ever seen Spite have.

“Please Rook.” The crow’s hips bucked, managing to press his cock head into your hole for a moment before falling back.

“I never thought I’d see the Demon of Vyrantium in such a state.” With one hand on his chest to hold yourself up, you reached your free hand and ran it through his mussed hair.

“You’re the first.” His voice was rough, his accent thicker.

“Enough talk.” The spirit’s grip on your hips tightened and it was in that moment that you decided the spirit was right. You relaxed your thighs and allowed him to push you down. And as though it were planned, all three voices rang out in unison as you sank down onto Lucanis.

Without even realizing it, you were leaning against Spite’s heat sucking body. His form was holding you up, something you hadn’t expected, his ghostly lips pressing along your shoulder and onto your neck, his canines dragging along your skin as he moved. “Move.” You slowly bucked your hips, rolling them in as close to circles as you could manage. The man in front of you was struggling against the urge to pinch his eyes closed, desperate to watch the way you moved on top of him.

As you picked up your pace, your partner’s cries grew in volume, his hips sputtering to meet your’s. His hands which were still on your waist tugged you forward, and you allowed yourself to be moved with only a growl from the form behind you. Lucanis caught your lips, moaning as you kissed. “Muévete por mi”. His husky voice rang in your ear, and although you hadn’t a clue what he said, the way he pulled your hips up gave you an inclination. You broke the kiss, breathing becoming difficult as your breaths were more shallow. Your forehead pressed to his shoulder, your body allowing him to move you in any way he, and Spite pleased.

With your knees on the crushed velvet cushions and Lucanis’ hands moving your hips up and down you could feel Spite’s hands all over your ass, pressing his nails into your meat as he watched the way you greedily pulled your partner into you.

“Close already?!” The words weren’t meant for you, but were said seconds before you felt what you assume to be Spite’s tongue running up along your spine, moans rumbling against you.

“Callarse la bocca-ah mierda!” Having only been able to understand one word from that exchange you had no idea what was said, but you knew from the way he spat the words, it wasn’t meant for you. His Crow’s hands tightened on you, moving you in rougher and quicker bounces.

“Can you,” You paused, feeling breath that you knew wasn’t there against your neck, spectral hands wrapping around your waist, palms on your belly. You pushed yourself up, using Lucanis’ shoulders for support so you could feel the body of the spirit behind you. “Can you feel everything that Lucanis can?” The heatless hands ran over your skin, lips moving from just behind your ear down to your shoulder, fangs pressing against where your neck met shoulder. You rolled your hips, as if emphasizing your question when no one answered.

“I can. Feel you. Not the same as when. I’m in. Control.” His lips moved against your skin, his grip changing as he finished his sentence.

“It still feels good though, right?” If Lucanis weren’t so lust drunk you knew he would groan, irritated that you were ensuring that his parasitic other self was also enjoying himself.

“Feels. Amazing.” His hands moved to your waist, feeling the exact same as Lucanis’ hands that were still holding onto your hips.

“Luca-ah” his hand reached out to you, cupping your cheek and guiding you down to him.

“My love” his voice was thick with lust. You held the hand that was on your cheek, pulling it away from your face and bringing it down between you two. Pressing it to your breast before slowly pushing it down, allowing him to take his time so you could savour the warmth of his palm before it finally got where you needed it the most. You pressed his thumb against the crest of your labia, the firmness of his digit giving you so much more stimulation than you needed to get there with him.

“M-Maker y-yes” the words flowed out of you the same way breath does. You pulled yourself up, arching your back so you could support yourself on his knees as you picked up the pace of your hips. The sound of skin on skin was dwarfed only by the moans that were ripped from the Crow’s lungs. One hand still held to your lower belly, while the other held your hips as though he was worried you’d fall.

“Ya-a casi llego” unable to translate from his native tongue his words came out with no thought.

“He’s close.” You could feel the words against your nape. As you fucked yourself on him you also bucked your hips up, rutting against his thumb, getting more and more desperate as you got closer.

“Fuck fuck Luca!” Your orgasm washed over you with the same force of an Antaam charging into you. Your body tensed, feeling the way his cock hit as deep into you as possible before a warmth filled you, his hips thrusting up, fucking his seed deeper.

You slumped forward, your forehead against his shoulder as the pulses of pleasure tapered off, your breathing hard to catch and exhaustion pulling at your lids. It seemed Lucanis was in the same boat, his chest rising and falling as quickly as it had during the battle at Weisshaupt, his hands moving to wrap around you.

The room finally fell silent, both of you enjoying being held by the other. You could feel his seed begin to seep out around his cock that was still nestled in your cunt, and just when you were about to haul yourself off of his lap his grip turned iron, pushing you back onto his cock. That’s when you noticed it, the smell of rooibos and mahogany filled your nose that was pressed against his neck. “My. Turn.” You pulled back, seeing chocolate eyes turned glowing amethyst.

His hands were on your hips, your back to the velvet couch before you could comprehend it. He pulled your leg around his waist, while pushing the other off the edge of the couch. It felt like his hands were everywhere, groping at the meat of your thighs, tugging at your overly sensitive nipples, spreading your lips so he could get the perfect view of Lucanis’ cum drizzling from your well fucked cunt. “Spite.” You moaned, reaching out to him, wanting to feel his borrowed lips on yours, knowing a kiss with him would be so different from his other self.

There was a flash of surprise across his face when your hands cupped his face, allowing himself to be drawn into you. It almost seemed as though he hadn’t expected to be wanted in this way. When your lips let its almost as though he stuttered, unsure of what to do before the taste of you was enough to send him into a feral state once more.

The kiss was mostly teeth and tongue, Spite growling into your mouth as his hands kneaded your chest, thumbs pressing into your nipples. “Need. You.”

“You have me.” The words were barely audible over the sounds of the spirit as he bucked his hips, not penetrating you but rather sliding his cock through your folds. You reached between your bodies until you could grab his cock, feeling your slick coating his member already. It didn’t take much to guide the head to your hole, slipping it in almost as soon as he felt your warmth. Your moans were almost tangled together, not just your’s and the spirit’s but also Lucanis’. Once Spite started there was no slowing him, every thrust rattled the couch, the sound of flesh smacking was almost as loud as his grunts. With one hand on your thigh, holding it around his waist and the other supporting your head, fist full of your hair he fucked into you with all his force. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as though it were his last moments on this plane. Your hands were in his hair, tugging on it with every thrust, doing your best to hold on.

“Want you. To. Cum.” The overstimulation was almost enough to get you there, the way his whole body was moving yours, the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by him after having been lovingly fucked moments before. But when you managed to pull your hand out of his hair and snake it between your two sticky bodies to rub at your clit, you knew you weren’t going to last long. Knowing the sensation would be too much if you pressed directly to the bundle of nerves, you opted instead to press your index and middle finger on either side of your clit, rubbing the bud between them in time with his stuttering thrusts.

“Spite” at the sound of his name he moved his head, pressing his nose to the side of your neck instead of your shoulder, his tongue lapping at your skin, catching your flesh between his teeth every so often. “I’m so close.” You were nearly crying, the overstimulation sending a buzz through your body that was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

“Cum for us.” Their voices were mingled together, gravelly demon and honey sweet Crow, partners.

You couldn’t be sure if it was the way your cunt squeezed when you came that sent Spite over the edge or the warmth that flooded you for the second time that evening that forced you into your own world shattering orgasm. Your back arched off the couch as his hips slammed into you, fucked both of their seed deeper into you.

His body was limp on top of you, his full weight blanketing you as both of you tried to recover from that experience. Your body was sticky, skin buzzing, breath impossible to catch and the weight of your partner wasn’t helping but brought a kind of comfort you hadn’t experienced.

Slowly, his body shifted, moving so he was able to push himself up and look into your eyes. “Ours” amethyst light faded to earth brown pupils, brows softening as a sigh left his lips. The confusion that was so often written across Lucanis’ face after being taken over by Spite wasn’t there, there was only a soft smile as he ran his thumb along your cheek. “Ours.” His voice was rough but entirely his, and the kiss he pressed to your chapped lips only served to emphasize his point.

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