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axelsagewrites · 1 year ago

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Hi. Can I request Edmure x female Snow (Jon’s sister) where Edmure, reader, Jon etc learn her heritage and after dany’s mad queen thing is reader selected to be queen and Edmure her consort. Maybe smut too, either way more Edmure.

Edmure Tully*My Queen, My Love

Pairing: snow!f!reader x husband!edmure

A/N: I did change your request slightly since I just couldn’t think of how to write danny as the mad queen or how to get the plot going so now its edmures reaction to her heritage and danny naming her as her heir and them celebrating with some soft smut at the end so I hope you still like it!

Word count: 2705

Warnings: talks of death/red wedding, praise, ‘my queen’ honorific, f!receiving oral, fingering, slight teasing, thighs, soft smut 18+

Past

When Jon left for the wall, you thought you’d never see him again. When your sisters got taken as hostages in the red keep you thought they were as good as dead. When Winterfell was taken you thought your youngest brothers were gone for good. Everyone around you began to drop like flies and if not for Edmure you would have thrown yourself from Riverrun’s walls when you got the news of Robbs brutal murder and at a wedding no less.

Your stomach churned at the memory, and you wondered what your own fate would have been if Robb had not sent you and Edmure back to Riverrun to defend it from Lannister attacks. Sometimes you wondered if he knew, if somehow Robb felt the unease in the air of the twins. When you hugged Robb goodbye for the last time you clung on, but you did not know why you did or why your direwolf star was so reluctant to leave Greywind’s side. She, like ghost, was a pale white but unlike his red eyes hers were the palest of purples, so pale you wondered if they were clear in certain lights.

You were only halfway to Riverrun when you heard the news. You tried to back, hell bent of trying to avenge Robb with a sword, a wolf, and only three men but Edmure had to hold you back. He screamed at you in the forest ‘do you want to die? What of your sisters who will they have to save them when your dead at Walder Frey’s feet? Dying won’t bring him back.'

'My father is dead. My brothers are dead. The girls are as good as dead and only the gods know where Jon is, you screamed it back, face wet with tears and your voice tearing the air. I have no one.'

'You have me and you have star and the gods be good your sisters in time, but you won’t have anything if you run without thinking.'

His words swam about your heads for the weeks you spent traveling with Edmure and the two others Robb had sent with you. Your gold ran out quickly and there were no friends for you to find. That was until you came across the man with half his face scorched off. You’d found him in a heap at the bottom of a mountain and were shocked when you noticed his shallow breaths.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to stop your travels for a week to nurse him back to health, but you did and when he was not insulting you or trying to start fights his roughness started to slip. 'Did you see a girl dressed as a boy? Brown hair, face like a pinched arse, a tiny needle of a sword. Goes by Arry.' Arya. Your sister was alive. You had hope again.

Eventually the gods turned your fate. You may have lost the two guards Robb had sent with you in skirmishes, but you were left with Sandor and Edmure and eventually the brotherhood found you. With them came travels and with travels came Jon. Finally you had Jon back. Then Sansa too and with the hope Arya was out there you dared continue.

Meanwhile you had Edmure beside you the entire time. He backed all your decisions publicly and debated you in private but never to berate. He helped you heal the wounds you couldn’t reach and didn’t eat till he made sure you had your share. He was the rock securing your tie to reality.

You remember his reaction to meeting Daenerys Targaryen, first of her name. Its not her dragons we should fear. A woman who brings the Dothraki across the sea on the hope of a promise not given to her holds power. Her words hold power.

While Sansa was sceptical of her you felt yourself drawn to her. As time went on you began to view her as more of a friend than a foreign queen. You found yourself added to her small council. Despite Tyrion being her hand, it was you she turned to in her dilemma.

Then one day Jon barged into one of your chambers, insisting it could not wait a day longer. He forced Edmure to leave the chambers despite you insisting that the man who had become your husband could hear anything he had to say. 'Ned Stark was not our father sweet sister, but he was not a stranger either.' You felt the colour drain from your face as he spoke. 'Bran, he saw it, Lyanna Stark on her birthing bed. Twins in her arms. We had a mother sweet sister and a father too. Rhaegar Targaryen.'

Present

After he broke the news, you demanded he leave, not wanting him to speak another word till you could bare to tell Daenerys yourself. Then Edmure returned. As you told him everything Jon had revealed you felt your world spinning as Edmure sat silently taking it all in.

The feel of Edmures hands grabbing yours slowed your rant, your breathing steadying. “Breathe my love. It is going to be okay,”

“But what if its not?” You asked, a break in your voice.

You looked to the man that had kept you afloat during this war with wide eyes brimmed with tears. His hand gently moved to hold your face, “You are still you, my love. This does not need to change your world unless you choose it too. Your brother will back you; he always has. I am here for you love. We are safe, we will survive this,”

“What if she thinks us a threat?” You said, voice barely above a whisper, “Rober Baratheon would’ve murdered them in their cribs if he had got there in time to swing his hammer. What will she do to me?”

“She has shown you no signs of tyranny, no signs of madness. If you lie to her, scheme against her, she will know but even if ned Stark was not your father you still have his honour,” Edmure said, leaning to kiss your forward softly, “and you have me. I may not breath fire, but I would fight any dragon for you,”

You watched as Daenerys face turned as Jon told her the truth with you by his side. “If it were true, you would be the last living male Targaryen. Are you here to threaten my claim?” She asked, her face twisting into betrayal.

“No,” you said, finally speaking up in the silence, “Jon has no interest in the iron throne, do you brother?” You said, scared when he paused for a moment before agreeing with you.

Daenerys turned away, pacing to the fire in silence, “Leave us,” she said, her head raising to face Jon, “and do not speak a word of this to anyone. Swear it,”

“I swear it your grace,” Jon said, nodding his head solemnly before leaving.

As the door shut Daenerys finally turned to look at you, “I assume Edmure knows,” she said dryly, “Who else?”

“No one your grace,” you said, crossing the room to try come to her side but she backed away, “No one needs know if you don’t want them too. But you cannot deny you need a family,”

“I have my dragons,” she said, almost spitting the words before looking into the flames, “A woman told me once they would be my only children,” she said with a softer tone.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," you whispered back, having heard her tales of her first marriage many nights.

“When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves,” she said, her eyes not leaving the flickering flames, “I believe I will see my child when I die. The son a witch stole from me. The family I was told to dream about having as a child, gone. What is a queen with no heirs?” She said, finally looking from the flames. “If I was to name Jon my heir people would cross their fingers for the day I died. Your land has never cared much for their queens,”

You paused for a moment, thinking back to the talks you had with Edmure the night before. “There is another way your grace,” you said, moving over to sit in the armchair by the fire, Daenerys moving to the other, “The northerns have never liked to bend their knee to the south but what if you didn’t make them? Allow Jon to be king of the north, recognise Robbs kingship and his will naming Jon as his heir. No southern lord is going to fight for a bastard to sit the iron throne,”

Daenerys sat back in her chair, thinking over your words carefully, “And what of you? You would stay in the north to take the throne after him?”

You shook your head lightly, “No your grace. He may be my brother, but you are my queen. I will follow you south, fight your battles and die for you, if need be, serve however required,”

Daenerys paused, chuckling slightly under her breath, “Even as my heir?” She said, her eyes hard to read.

“Unless you have children,” you said but Daenerys just laughed and stood again.

“No. My dragons are my children. One of them is already dead. My womb has been cursed and the child bed is more dangerous than any battle ahead. Now I will not have children. But I will have an heir. An heir who will act as a delegate to the newly independent north. You,” she said, finally turning back to see you, “You shall be my heir and you shall rule when I am gone. Not your husband, not Jon. You,”

The feast announcing Daenerys decision was one of the last moments of joy for many before the long night. You sat at the head table, Daenerys on one side and Edmure on the other. He held your hand under the table, his thumb stroking over your hand. Jon sat on the other side of Daenerys; a shoddy silver crown placed on his head unlike the one Daenerys wore made of gold.

After the festivities you walked back to your chamber, slightly lightheaded from the wine but with Edmures arm wrapped around yours to steady yourself. “One day you will be a queen,” he hummed, smiling down at you, “The title suits me,”

“Hopefully not for a long time,” you said, kissing his cheek as you stumbled to your chambers, “Excited about your future promotion?” You joked with a drunken grin.

He shook his head with a chuckle, “the title is yours not mine. I will not rule for you love for you will be my queen. Though I hope you will at least allow me on your council when the time comes,” he said as you turned into the corridor your chamber lay in.

“Of course,” you said, hugging his arm tighter, “You have always been my hand. Without you I am nothing,”

“No, my love,” he said as he unlatched the chamber door, “You are everything and more,” he said, kissing your lips softly in the chamber doorway. “Give me a moment to light the fire,”

As Edmure stoked the flames you began to slip out of your northern clothes, leaving them in a pile at the side of the bed and leaving only your shift on for coverage. You sat on the foot of the bed, watching as Edmure finally had the fire burning bright before he took his own outdoor clothing off.

“You look divine my love,” he said as he sat his neatly folded tunic on the armchair by the fire. You held your hand out to him across the room, silently beckoning him over. Edmure did as you asked wordlessly, gently taking your hand and moving to stand between your legs. He bent down, pressing a slow soft kiss to your lips. Your hands rested on his shoulders, his cupping your jaw lightly before he stood up straight again, “It is time for rest my love,” he said, moving back to kick off his boots.

You shook your softly at him, a smile toying your lips, “We are celebrating tonight remember?” You said, standing so you could wrap your arms around his waist to pull him closer. His body, left with only his trousers, pressed flush against yours leaving no gaps between your skin. “Wont you celebrate with me, husband?” You asked, a teasing smile on your lips.

“I suppose some celebrating could be in order,” Edmure said with a light chuckle. He lifted your chin with his fingers, his head dipping to reconnect your lips. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer somehow. You were breathless as Edmure walked you back till the backs of your thighs hit the bed frame. “Lay down my queen,” he said, panting as he pulled away from your lips.

“I am not queen yet,” you said, the wine making the idea more funny than terrifying. None the less you moved to lay on the bed, letting your shift bunch up to reveal more of your thighs.

Edmures eyes scanned your thighs, soaking in your frame. You couldn’t help but notice the outline in his trousers by this point but you did not protest as he began to crawl up the bed to you, kissing your calf then knee and up to your thighs, “Let me serve you my queen,” he said as he placed a kiss to your inner thigh, “You have always been my queen,”

Your breathing was ragged as you felt him kiss up your inner thighs, his breath fanning over your skin making it tingle. Your fingers ran over his hair, toying with it softly, “Serve me husband,” you said, aching for his mouth which was less than an inch from where you wanted it to be, “Serve your queen,” you inhaled sharply when you felt him place a soft kiss to your wet cunt, his lips moving up to place another wet kiss to your clit. Your fingers tugged his hair gently as he began to lick soft stripes up your cunt, his pressure increasing with each lick to tease the feeling. While you were usually the one doing the teasing Edmure wanted to make sure this was truly a celebration for you tonight as his tongue worked its wonders while his hands softly squeezed your thighs.

His mouth moved up, his focus turning to gently sucking your clit as curse words slipped from under your breath. His hand slipped from your thigh, slowly grazing over your skin till his fingers began to tease your hole. You moaned lightly when you felt his fingers slowly slipping in as he had practised many times with you over the years. You could feel your thighs tighten around his head and how he moaned sending vibrations through your wet cunt.

You could feel your body tightening, a knot forming in your stomach as Edmure began to hit your sweet spot, his fingers curling gently to hit closer with each move. “Yes,” you gasped, your fingers suddenly tightening in his hair, “Like that,” you said, your voice caught as your body tightened.

Edmure did exactly as he was told as he felt your thighs begin to twitch. Your body felt close to bursting till your orgasm spilled over you, your legs clamping around his head as your body tensed up, toes curling. Edmure did not attempt to remove his tongue or mouth as he let you ride out your wave, only moving when he felt your legs begin to release his head.

He came up for air, his face slick and an adoring smile on his face, “You truly are amazing,” he murmured, kissing your thigh before moving up to lay beside you.

You turned, trying to reach for his trousers to return the favour but Edmure caught your wrist, raising your hand up to his lips to kiss, “Not yet love. Catch your breath my queen,”

You laughed lightly at his words, “Are you always going to call me that?” You asked.

“Yes, for it will always be true,”

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ladystoneboobs · 1 year ago

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Lord Tywin did not, in the end, shit gold.

so, let’s talk about the recurring motif of shit concercerning the lions of casterly rock/king’s landing. the tywin connection is perhaps strongest and most obvious, yet the appearence of either literal poop or poop talk comes up with all the other lannisters too, barring only myrcella and tommen.

i counted at least 9 mentions of the joke about tywin pooping precious metals. (8 in the main series plus 1 in the world book) this includes the title joke in his death scene, and then there are over 10 more references to tywin dying in the privy.

we’ve also got:

one of our first descriptions of joffrey’s bad personality is jon snow’s summation of him as “a little shit”. not literal poop in this case, but i thought the choice of insult was interesting. (in fact, i believe this is the only time that term is used this way. no non-lannister could ever be so shitty.)

tyrion’s first job from tywin being putting him in charge of all of the drains in casterly rock, presumably including the ones from the privies.

tyrion asking “why does a bear shit in the woods?” in response to cat’s question of why littlefinger would lie to her

bronn telling tyrion he won’t “m'lord you every time you take a shit” in the same chapter where tyrion tells the vale mountain clansmen that his “father’s smiths shit better steel” than their weaponry.

walder frey deeming tywin and stannis “both bungholes who think they're too noble to shit” (”think” meaning walder knows better, that tywin does shit and it’s probably just as gross and stinky as frey poop)

tyrion listing “magnificient destriers shit everywhere” as a reason his battlefield days were done (or so he thought)

tyrion telling varys he should wear his rugen disguise to court and that it would make cersei “soil her smallclothes”

tyrion choosing to poison cersei with laxatives so that she’d be too busy shitting to bother him during court business.

tyrion deeming his predecessors, lords arryn and stark, “too honest to live, too noble to shit” (in this case i think he’s using “too noble” in a different sense than walder frey did, implying that shitting is practical and immoral, like any competant lannister would like to be)

the king’s landing riot on the day of myrcella’s departure starting with multiple clods of dung being flung at joffrey.

joffrey’s crown then being “dung-encrusted” as tyrion attacked him after they escaped the riot

tyrion telling varys and bronn that joffrey was not fit to sit a privy, let alone the throne

catelyn comparing jaime’s honor to the contents of the bucket where he’d been forced to piss and shit in his dungeon cell. an implied shit-for-honor metaphor which he returns to several times, twice in that last chapter with her and repeatedly (at least 7 times, the magic number!) in his own pov.

tywin’s horse taking a shit in the throne room right before he made his grand entrance post-blackwater

tyrion being trapped in a room smelling of “blood and shit and burnt flesh” when he was warehoused with all the other wounded and dead/dying immediately post-blackwater

tyrion saying cersei treated him like a mushroom on his sickbed post-blackwater because she “keeps me in the dark and feeds me shit”

tyrion thinking of the upcoming royal wedding and its pie, believing that doves especially love to shit on him, a sentiment repeated on the wedding day

a king’s landing urchin trying to throw manure at tyrion, and later tyrion telling sansa they must keep the curtains closed on his litter to avoid those fecal projectiles. (the kingslanders seem to be very fond of dung-throwing since tyrion was told they also threw it at his vale clansmen as they were sent home)

jaime recalling that the mad king shit himself in his last moments (meaning jaime’s kingslaying and tyrion’s kinslaying came with the same odor)

jaime noticing the abundance of horseshit in the stables of the outlaws’ inn he and bri and cleos visit

jaime recounting that brienne had to clean him when he soiled himself in the saddle post-mutilation

on jaime’s first return to harrenhal he notes “Someone had dug a privy trench in the very spot where he'd once knelt before the king to say his vows.” (gotta love all the obvious symbolism in jaime’s pov. “it was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around.”)

tyrion wishing the father’s statue would fall and “crush joff like a dung beetle” during the royal wedding ceremony

jaime explaining the stink of the capital to his northern escort as “Smoke, sweat, and shit. King's Landing, in short.” (kl being a setting associated with the lannisters, perhaps even moreso than never-seen-yet casterly rock.)

jaime correcting a man at the gates of kl who thought tywin shit silver instead of gold

the hound saying sansa “shit on the Imp's head and flew off.” when learning of her escape

jaime seeing a crow shitting on blessed baelor’s statue as he and cersei spoke to mace tyrell at tywin’s funeral

tyrion seeing a pile of horse dung on the old valyrian road and thinking of his father down in some hell

tyrion telling duck and haldon "Pissing is the least of my talents. You ought to see me shit." as his means of introduction

even kevan gets into the poop game telling jaime "I was hanging outlaws and robber knights when you were still shitting in your swaddling clothes”

cersei then tells jaime that kevan will have his hands full at darry “teaching Lancel how to wipe his arse.”

cersei dreaming of keeping tyrion’s severed head in her chamber pot to pee and poop on

tyrion describing the smell of old volantis: “There's fish in it, and flowers, and some elephant dung as well. Something sweet and something earthy and something dead and rotten.”

tyrion thinkling the mud in the poorest part of volantis was the color of “a baby’s nightsoil”

tyrion noticing dung carts pulled by dung-tattooed slaves and almost walking into elephant dung until jorah snatched him aside

jaime meeting shitmouth on his 2nd return to harrenhal

cersei being disgusted by all the sparrows befouling baelor’s plaza “with their pigs and goats and nightsoil” (nightsoil = human poop euphemism)

jaime recalling merrett frey being branded by wenda the white fawn and “the kettles of shit his fellow squires made him eat once he was returned” (presumably in a figurative sense)

genna telling her husband he could wipe his arse with the deed to riverrun for all the good it did while the blackfish still held the castle

edwyn frey’s plan in jaime’s riverrun war council involving shit-smeared arrows

jaime describing the freys’ messy siege camp with “raw brown mud, mixed with horse dung and torn up by hooves and boots alike” and only “flies, horse dung, and Ser Ryman's gallows, standing forlorn” left after their departure

tyrion thinking the people laughing at his fall in his and penny’s show on the ship would “have laughed hard enough to shit their breeches along with him[tywin]” if they’d seen him kill his father

then tyrion and penny being trapped during the storm with her dog and ever-shitting pig (and the ship’s creak sounding like “a constipated fat man straining to shit”)

tyrion again experiencing the “stink of blood and shit” in the slavers’ camp amid the bloody flux

tyrion thinking the yunkish supreme comander looked “as formidable as a loose stool”

tyrion and penny having to clean yezzan’s pools of slimy, bloody shit after he contracted the bloody flux

doing all that in “a miasma of sweat, shit and sickness inside yezzan’s pavilion”

one of the second sons offering to behead tyrion and toss his corpse in the latrine pit upon his arrival in brown ben’s tent

cersei smelling the essence of kl upon her release from baelor’s sept: “the scents of sour wine, bread baking, rotting fish and nightsoil, smoke and sweat and horse piss. No flower had ever smelled so sweet.”

cersei later slipping, during her walk of shame, in “something that might have been nightsoil”. which was probably not so sweet

cersei walking on, after she could see the red keep ahead, through mud and dung, bleeding and hobbling

brown ben plumm telling tyrion he’d have to shit into a bucket bc of too many eyes at the latrines

tyrion telling penny “Fight or hide or shit yourself, as you like, but whatever you decide to do, you'll do it clad in steel."

some of these are just turns of phrase or everybody poops situations included for the sake of comprehensiveness, but i do think the sheer amount of lannister-related poop references is meaningful. does it mean anything that tyrion, as tywin “writ small”, (and tywin’s most unfavorite lannister) is the child of tywin with the most shit references (or is just that he also has the most pov chapters?)? or that cersei, tywin’s other heir (and tyrion’s other abuser) ends up trapped in a privy after being dosed with laxatives by tyrion, and then tywin dies in a privy after being shot by tyrion? or that myrcella and tommen, the most innocent lannisters, are not so associated with shit?

this imagery does have different meanings with each character. for tyrion it’s usually about his father and society at large shitting on him, for jaime it’s mostly about his solied honor and the dishonorable characters he interacts with, for joffrey and cersei it’s about the common people they disdain reacting to them, bringing them down by dirtying their bodies, human waste connecting the lannisters with those they rule, not so different after all. and for tywin, poop regularly ruins his moments of glory whether it’s his entrance to the throne room, his death failing to shit gold, or his very smelly funeral. but for all of them it is a humanizing element, showing they are just as gross and vulnerable as anyone else. jaime is no golden god, he’s a disabled knight at one point too weak to wipe his own butt in the immediate aftermath of his injury. perhaps that is the real lasting legacy of tywin lannister: a load of reeking shit which can be gilded like gold but never truly mistaken for perfection.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #asoiaf #tyrion lannister #cersei lannister #Jaime Lannister #Tywin Lannister #Joffrey Baratheon #kevan lannister #lancel lannister #genna lannister #Pride of Lions #ive had this sitting in my drafts since pretty much the start of this blog #inspiring to finally finish it by the last season of suck session and all the talk of logan's piss motif #(c)lsb #didn't lj-cuts have an endpoint so you could put a visible conclusion tl;dr below?#anyway i wish tumblr readmores worked like that #long post #sh1tpost

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choujinx · 11 months ago

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DEAD ROCK (2023-?) by mashima hiro

#dead rock #yakuto #frey (dr)#shounenedit #*nikki

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links-in-time · 4 months ago

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Twilight Warriors - Chapter 3

This chapter was inspired by @st0rmyskies chapter of Sky, Wild, Wars and Twi on Wind's private island.

A little precursor to how Wars and Twi first found out about Wild's Gerudo outfit.

Usual 🔞 warnings.

Nonbinary characters and sexual content

After their first night together in the single bed of a twin bed room, Warriors and Twilight found it difficult to spend time alone together. The Chain spent three days in Hyrule's era, silently stalking through the stark forests and sprinting across open land. Trying to find time for romance while facing the constant threat of discovery and danger, was almost impossible.

Hyrule's bolt holes were hardly comfortable places to rest either. Chosen specifically because he was usually alone and on the run, the cave they were currently spending the night in was cramped and cold. All of the boys had bunched up together to squeeze into the tiny hole in the rock. Causing tempers to frey as elbows connected with ribs and heads were kicked by the occasional boot.

"Your foot is in my back Sky!" Legend grumbled, folded in on himself to avoid too much contact with the others.

"Maybe your back is on my foot?!" Sky hissed, uncharacteristically snarkey in such an awkward position.

Warriors turned over on his side to come face to face with Twilight. The Rancher was half sitting with his back against the curved wall of the cave. A blanket behind his head for a little comfort.

"You okay?" He uttered, not wanting to incur the wrath of any of the other snoozing heros.

Warriors shrugged, continuing his attempt at trying to find some sort of comfortable position.

"You can put your head on me if that would help?" Twi suggested.

For a moment Wars froze, considering Twilight's suggestion. His eyes roamed over the other boys he could make out in the gloom of the cave. Everyone was doggedly trying to ignore everyone else. No one seemed to be interested in their half whispered exchange. Wars nodded and shuffled a little closer to Twilight. Settling his head on Twilight's lap, Warriors neck instantly felt better. He was much less cramped this way, and he would always take any opportunity to snuggle up to Twilight that he could.

On Twilight's other side, Wild was curled up in a large blanket, embroidered with Rito designs. At the sound of movement, he opened one eye. He raised an eyebrow at finding Warriors head laid peacefully on Twilight's lap. Wild hadn't thought the two men were close enough to have slept so snugly together. But then Wild wasn't the best observer of human behaviour. He smiled softly at the thought of his brothers closeness and drifted off to sleep.

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No one would ever say anything to Hyrule, but the Chain were practically buzzing with excitement at the thought of leaving his era. When the portal opened up in the trail ahead of them, Wind practically sprinted towards it. Four was hot on his heels, followed by the rest of the boys. However, when Warriors stepped out onto the other side of space and time, he stopped dead in his tracks.

He had been one of the last to go through, Time being the only one behind him. Yet the top of the mountain on which he stood, only had two other occupants. Warriors spun around to find a ramshackle building behind him, but no Time. No anyone. Only Wild and Twilight stood nearby, clearly having the same kind of crisis as they considered what might have happened to the rest of their brothers.

"What the hell just happened?" Twilight grunted, pointing firmly at the spot where the portal had just been. But where now the ancient tech lab now stood. "Where is everyone else?!"

"They were right there with us when we went through," Warriors responded, trying to keep a level head and approach the problem logically. "It's unlikely they've gone too far."

"Come on, you don't know that!" Twilight retorted, a hint of desperation in his voice. "They could be literally anywhere or anywhen! Ah, just thinking about that hurts my head. I'm no good with the time travel stuff!"

The crackle of static brought them all out of their panic. Wild looked down at his hip to find the slate screen glowing. When he picked it up the others crowded around to see what was going on. A sporadically flickering image of Wind, or rather, Wind's eyes and nose, was blown up on the screen.

"Wind!" Wild exclaimed, gripping the slate tightly in both hands. "You're using your pendant! Where are you? Are the others with you?"

"Yeah the-e here. But - don't know where Warriors and Twilight - ," Wind responded, his voice breaking up over the connection.

"They're fine, they're both here with me," Wild assured him.

"Wind, is everyone else with you?" Warriors interjected.

"Yeah. But we're not sure where we are. Some kind of canyon, there's huge rocks down here but not much else."

While Wind tried to pick out more features of the landscape, Wild consulted his map to try and pin point their location.

"I think you might be in Trilby Valley. Which isn't that far away from where we are. But it's a bit of a walk to Hateno from there. I should warn you there's a Talus in that valley."

"Can Time here us Wind?" Wars asked.

"I can hear you Captain." Time's voice replied in the background.

"What do you want us to do? Should we come find you?" Wars suggested.

They could hear a muffled conversation as the line cut out for a moment. But when it came back they could hear Time much more clearly.

"You lads stay where you are. If I remember rightly Wild has a house in Hateno, don't you."

"Yeah I do."

"Well then, we'll find our way to you and meet you there. If we're not with you in two days you can come looking for us. Sound good to you Captain?" Time concluded.

"Sounds like a good plan. Take care of yourselves," Warriors nodded.

As Wind ended the connection to Wild's slate, Warriors caught Twilight's eye. He could tell in the sudden heat of his gaze, the man was having a similar thought to him. With the rest of the Chain a few days away and mostly out of harms way, they could finally spend some time alone together. Of course, that plan had been scuppered before it could even be spoken aloud. It was one thing using a stealth enchantment on a locked door. Another entirely to try and gain a moment of privacy in Wild's wall-less house!

Warriors sighed internally as he resigned himself to the fact that, there just wasn't going to be any time for romance in the foreseeable future.

Wild lead the others down the hill towards Hateno. It wasn't the heroes first trip to the village, but people still stopped and stared at the strange men from out of town, who bore a striking resemblance to their hero. When they reached Wild's house and unloaded their gear inside, Wild announced that he had run out of fire wood. Without it they wouldn't be able to have a fire or a hot meal for supper. Twilight was eager to volunteer to go chop wood. A nudge and a wink from Twi later, Wars decided he'd go and give him a hand. As long as Wild didn't need his help with anything else.

"No it's okay. There's some stuff I'd like to do around the house anyway. I'll make a start on dinner then I'll cook everything when you guys get back with the wood." Wild insisted, ushering the pair out the door and thrusting a wood-cutters axe into Twilight's hands.

A little taken aback by their abrupt expulsion from the house, Twilight and Warriors exchanged confused glances.

"What d'you think that was about?" Twi asked.

"Don't know," Wars shrugged, "but I'm hardly going to be the one to invade someone's privacy in his own home."

The issue put to one side, Twilight and Wars saught out the woods on the outskirts of Hateno. Just beyond the village arch was a copse of trees where a few had fellen, perfect for firewood. Twilight took off his tunic and mail and tested the weight of the axe in his hands before lifting it high and swinging it into the trunk at his feet. It embedded itself with a satisfying thunk, chipping off a large section of the thick bark.

While Twilight set about turning the large log into smaller sections, Warriors settled himself on the soft grass and watched. He watched as Twilight hefted each swing of the axe and landed it precisely on top of the last cut he had made. He watched as beads of sweat began to trickle down his face, his hair starting to stick to his forehead. It didn't take very long before even his shirt was sticking to Twilight's upper arms and chest. Clinging to his sweat soaked skin in the best of ways.

After about half an hour, Twilight had cut the log into three sections and was about to start the process of splitting them into smaller logs suitable for burning. Before he lifted his axe again his gaze wandered over to Warriors lounging on the grass.

"Are you just going to sit over there looking gorgeous, or are you going to help with this?" Twi huffed, taking deep breaths.

"I could help cut wood, but strength isn't exactly where my skills lie," Warriors replied, a softness to his voice.

"Don't sell yourself short little knight. I know where your skills lie!" Twi replied with a wink.

The corner of Warriors mouth curled and his eyes remained locked onto Twilight's, as he crawled the short distance towards him.

"Hmm, I was going to give my big strong wood cutter some praise, but after he called me 'little Knight', I'm not sure if he deserves it now!" Wars teased, coming to kneel right in front of where Twilight stood.

"I'm deeply sorry my love. I'll never say the like again," Twilight promised, pouting in mock humility.

"Good, because I'd hate to have to deny you in the future. For know though, I think I can forgive you."

As Wars spoke, his hands slid up the sides of Twilight's legs, up towards his hips. They tugged for a moment on the belt around his trousers while Warriors eyes lingered on Twilight's face.

"I think you deserve a little reward for all the hard work you've done!" Wars cooed softly, emphasising the word 'hard'.

"Wars," Twi chuckled, looking down at Warriors hungry eyes. "What if somebody sees?"

"No one's going to see. And I can't keep waiting anymore," Warriors sighed, deft fingers working away at Twilight's belt buckle.

He waisted little time in unbuttoning Twilight's trousers and working them and his underwear half way down his thighs. Twilight resigned himself to Wars' ministrations, leaning back against a nearby tree to support himself. Wars meanwhile licked a long stripe up Twilight's cock, from tip to base. Twilight shuddered, finally dropping the handle of the axe and allowing it to fall to the side.

Warriors rested his hands on Twilight's hips as he took his lover's cock into his eager mouth. He could feel Twilight swell and harden against his tongue. As he began to slather Twi's shaft with his tongue, Wars hollowed his cheeks.

"Gah!" Twi exclaimed, his hands flying to entangle his fingers in Warriors hair.

He bucked his hips forwards and Warriors reflected his enthusiasm, bobbing his head back and forth. Twi endeavoured to keep still and grounded himself against the tree at his back. But Warriors hot wet mouth kept pulling him up, up and into the realms of pleasure. Heat and desire coiled around Twilight's core, making him grip Wars' hair tighter. All the while fighting the urge to thrust into Warriors mouth and chase his own pleasure. Wars picked up speed, his lips sliding up and down the length of Twilight's cock as he brought him closer and closer to release. With his cock in the back of Wars' mouth, Twilight felt his orgasm flood through him. Wars milked him for all he was worth, until Twilight slumped back against the tree.

Wars drew back and wiped his chin on the back of his sleeve. He looked up at Twilight with eyes filled with adoration. When Twilight finally came back to himself he stared down at Warriors through half lidded eyes.

"Link," Twilight sighed, "you know you're pretty good at that." He paused to huff out a laugh. "You're amazing at that!"

Warriors pushed himself up onto his feet and pressed himself against Twilight's body, his lips brushing Twi's ear.

"I'd do all sorts of amazing things for you my dear," he uttered.

The simple sentence sent a fresh wave of desire shuddering through Twilight's body. But before he could even think about reciprocating, Warriors drew away and perched himself on one of the cut logs.

"Now, you've had your treat. How about you finnish cutting wood for Wild?" He prompted, patting the little pile beside him.

"You," Twi paused, a half meant curse teatering on his lips. But the saccharin smile plastered across his face was enough for Twilight to fall silent.

Without another word Twilight rearranged his clothes, picked up the axe and made short work of splitting the logs. Once the bulk of the work had been done the pair set about picking up arm fulls of logs each, competing a little to see who could carry the most. Wars knew Twi would win any day, but that wasn't the point. Arms laiden with logs, and the axe strapped to Twilight's back, he and Warriors walked back up the hill to Wild's house.

Evening had drawn in during their little expedition and the sun began to drop below the horizon just as they reached the top of the hill. They dumped the wood in the shed behind the house, bringing a basket of wood to the front door. Inside, Wild was happily humming away at the kitchen counter. At least, they thought it was Wild.

Standing in the little kitchenett of Wild's house was a short young woman, wearing what appeared to be Gerudo clothing in vibrant hues of turquoise and purple. Her shoulder length hair hung freely around her neck, as she swayed side to side, clearly lost in her task.

"Wild?" Twilight asked tentatively, taking a step into the house.

The figure by the counter spun around so quickly, they dropped the knife they had been holding and backed up into the cupboard behind them. With a crash Wild turned to face their guests.

"I didn't think you'd be back so quickly!" Wild exclaimed, shock and fear evident in their wide eyes. "I'll go change!"

Wild began to hurry across the room. Warriors and Twilight stood stunned, still as statues as they watched Wild cross the space. Or rather try to. In their haste, Wild caught their foot on a chair sticking out from the dining table and fell forwards onto hands and knees. The comotion snapped Wars and Twi out of their confusion. Twilight deposited the basket of logs by the kitchen while Warriors went to help Wild.

"Are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself did you? And you're lucky you didn't drop that knife on your foot earlier!" Wars started checking Wild over for bumps and scrapes. But it was always difficult with Wild, given the extent of their scars.

"You startled me, I didn't want..." Wild started, but trailed off, avoiding Warriors eye.

"Didn't want what Wild?" Wars frowned.

"Didn't want you to see me," Wild mumbled, now tugging a little at the short sarrong around their hips.

"Because of what you're wearing?" Wars asked further, trying to sound less concerned and add a little softness to his voice.

Wild nodded. Twilight appeared at Warriors side and pulled out one of the dining chairs to sit on.

"I think I remember this outfit," he said, screwing up his brows as he tried to draw on his memory.

"I was hoping you wouldn't," Wild grumbled, arms now crossed over the little top covering their chest.

"So do I," Wars affirmed, "we thought it was for your girlfriend! Looks like we got that wrong. But, if you don't mind us asking. Why are you wearing it now?"

"It's complicated," Wild replied, still refusing to meet either of their eyes.

"You don't have to explain if you don't want to Champ," Twilight tried to assure him. He wanted to reach out and give Wild a friendly smack on the shoulder, but somehow with Wild in this outfit, he didn't feel that was the right thing to do.

"I got the outfit on my first adventure," Wild sighed. "I had to get into Gerudo Town but they don't allow men. The easiest thing I could do was disguse myself as a vai to go about what I needed to do. When everything was over, I dunno, I just kept the outfit. When I thought about getting rid of it, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Walking around in Gerudo Town, with no one questioning who I was presenting myself to be, it felt really nice. So, sometimes when I feel like I need it, I put this on, I brush my hair and I get to feel like a... well, like a girl sometimes."

Wild paused their explanation, finally looking up through his fringe at his fellow heroes. Neither of them said anything, and their expressions gave away nothing of what they were thinking. Wild knew what they were thinking. He was a joke. What must he look like to them? Standing there in his skimpy little outfit, which perfectly accentuated his hips. He wanted to hide, to sink into the floor. To drop down into the well behind the house and never come back out again. His gaze and his heart dropped to the floor and he stood unmoving, waiting for the laughter to begin. They had teased him before for simply owning the outfit, he couldn't bear waiting to hear what they would say about him wearing it.

"You know, the colour really suits you Wild," Warriors observed. "It matches your eyes. Doesn't it Twi?"

"I'll say, and who knew you had that kind of figure hiding under your tunic this whole time!" Twi chuckled, but there was no teasing note, no harsh tone.

Wild chanced a glance up at his friends. They were still looking at him, but the tension seemed to have melted out of their postures. Twilight reclined against the table while Wars leaned slightly against the back of Twilight's chair.

"You, you don't think it's weird?" Wild asked, still clutching his arms tightly around his body.

"Why would we think it's weird?" Wars asked, hands on his hips. "Did someone tell you its weird?"

"Well, not exactly. But it just, doest feel like something a hero should do you know."

Twilight and Wars exchanged a look of understanding. At some point both of them had silently questioned the wisdom of their relationship. Not to mention how it might look to others. Both their close friends and families would accept their sexual preferences. However Wars knew from personal experience how hard it could be to keep people on side when it came to the preconceived image of the hero. Zelda had been very supportive of him when he'd come out to her, but it didn't sound as though Wild had told anyone about this.

"No one else knows about this, do they Wild?" Wars asked softly.

Wild shook his head.

"Well, you're not the only one hiding things that make you happy," Wars began, shifting his gaze from Wild to Twilight.

Twi raised an eyebrow and shot Wars a look which seemed to say 'are you gonna tell him?' The answer appeared to be that, yes, he was.

"Twilight and I have grown a lot closer lately," Warriors continued. Twilight snorted a little laugh at the memory of just how close they had been in the woods that evening. "Quite a lot closer actually. And since you've told us something very personal about yourself, I think it's only fair you know something about us."

"Us? You mean you two are...?" Wild looked from Wars to Twilight and back again.

"Yes, we're... We'll, I don't quite know what we are but we both have strong feelings for each other. And in the last few weeks we've, been finding comfort in each other." Wars looked down at Twilight as he captured his hand with his own. Twi lifted it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to Warriors knuckles.

"So you're... you're not going to tell the rest of the guys about my secret? Are you?" Wild asked nervously, his previous confidence shrinking away.

Twilight winced a little at the thought of keeping secrets. After all, he himself was concealing a rather large part of himself from the rest of the Chain nevermind his lover.

"Of course not. If you don't want anyone else to know it's not our place to say anything."

"What Wars said," Twilight affirmed. "If this is somethin that makes you happy Wild, who are we to stop it."

"Thanks, that really means a lot to me. And, since we're talking about this. If you don't mind, when I'm dressed like this, could you refer to me as she or her. Wild is still fine but I prefer to be seen as a girl."

"O'course we can. Besides, I think you look real fetchin like that Wild," Twilight beamed, fixing Wild with the fondest smile he could mange.

Warriors couldn't help but notice the faint blush which spread from Wild's cheeks up to his ears. No, up to her ears. Wars agreed, Wild was rather pretty in her Gerudo clothes.

"So, are you happy to stay like this while we're here Wild?" Wars asked.

Wild seemed to consider his question for a long time. Her arms unfurled from around her chest and she rested her hands on her hips instead. At last she looked between the two boys and nodded an affirmative.

"Well then!" Wars said with a small clap of his hands. As though they had settled a small matter like who was doing the dishes.

Twilight marvelled at Warriors ability to take on any new information, log it away and move on. It made him quite an amicable friend.

"Is there anything we can do to help with dinner miss?" Wars asked.

A beautifully content smile spread across Wild's face, lighting up her eyes. But she shook her head and indicated that Warriors should take a seat with Twilight. As directed, Wars sat down at the table. The pair watched Wild as she set about lighting a fire under the stove and finished the preparations for dinner. Twilight and Wars chatted contentedly while Wild worked over the cooking pots. Less than half an hour later she walked over with three bowls of curry balanced in her hands. She set them down on the table and joined the boys for their supper.

"Wild this is... really delicious!" Twilight exclaimed, pausing to take a swig of water. "Hot, but really good."

"Where did you get the spice from?" Wars asked, his face a little flushed from the spicy food.

Wild looked down into her bowl for a moment then back up at Wars. She signed the common word for Goron, then pointed to a jar on the kitchen counter.

"From Goron City, huh, that makes sense. I guess rocks probably need a whole lot of seasoning to make them the least bit appetising!" Wars chuckled.

They continued the rest of their meal in relative silence, until Wars and Twilight thanked Wild for yet another delicious meal and she collected up their bowls and empty cups. Warriors watched Wild as she deposited the tablewear in the sink and fetched clean glasses and a large jug of apple cider from a high shelf. She turned and offered the jug to Wars.

"Well since it's just us grownups, I guess it wouldn't hurt to indulge a little," he offered. Taking the jug with eager hands.

Twilight took a cup from Wild and held it out for Warriors to fill.

"Here's to our resident cook, without who we most likely would all be eatin rocks!" Twilight raised the toast.

Wars and Wild took a swig of their cider and Wars nodded along with Twilight's words.

"Are you alright Wild?" Twilight asked. "You've been really quiet all evening."

Wild just shrugged then returned to signing again.

"Don't really like talking like this. Hope that's okay."

"Of course that's okay. Like we said before, we only want you to be comfortable Wild." Wars replied. "Besides, Twi and I both know Hylian sign, so if you need to say something that way it's fine."

Wild nodded and took another sip of her drink. She had remained standing while the others still sat at the dining table. As she drank Wild began to sway on the spot a little. Not from the alcohol, but to some unheard music only she could hear.

"You look like you wanna dance," Twilight observed.

Wild nodded a little.

"I could play something if you like?" Wars offered. "I'm no great musician like Sky or some of the others, but I can play a few tunes on my occarina. Would you like that?"

Wild nodded agin, smiling encouragingly.

Wars took his instrument out of his pack and played a few initial notes. Then he started to play. It was a jolly tune, lively with a repeating melody which one couldn't help but want to dance to. Wild quickly found the rhythm and began to twirl and step lightly around the room. As she moved the golden charms and tastles on her clothes spun and jangled, adding to Warriors playing.

Watching Wild dance, Twilight could almost imagine her in a flowing gown, flowers in her hair, dancing around a grand ballroom. She had the confidence and the grace for such a space. Unlike Wild in his everyday life. Wild who, unless he had a reapon in his hands, was fairly uncoordinated and prone to disappearing off into the countryside without warning.

When Warriors song came to an end Wild was still spinning. He smiled at her unbridled joy and watched as she pirouetted towards Twilight. When she finally stopped, staggering on the spot, the unexpected music of her laughter filled the silence.

Partly to stop Wild falling over, Twilight pulled Wild down onto his lap, where she squirmed a little against his grip around her arms. Eventually she settled down and her fiery gaze met Twilight's cool dark eyes. They stayed that way for a long moment. Wars rested his drink in his lap as he watched the pair by the table, lost in each other's eyes. Inch by inch they drew closer together, Wild's breathing increasing while Twi seemed to be holding his breath. At the last moment they seemed to remember themselves and who they were. Twi turned an apologetic look in Warriors direction.

"Sorry, I think I got a bit carried away there," Twilight sighed.

"Don't apologise to me darling, I never said we were exclusive. And sweet Wild here seems to like you quite a bit." Wars quirked an eyebrow before taking another swig of his drink.

Twilight and Wild turned back to face one another.

"Is that right sweet thing? You like me?" Twilight asked.

When Wild didn't respond Twilight released his grip on one of her hands and pressed his palm into the small of Wild's back. She shunted forwards a little in Twilight's lap, their chests now brushing one another. Wild's eyes were lidded and heavy with want. It was clear the Captain was right, but Twilight wasn't so sure.

"Give me a nod for yes, or a shake for no Wild," Twilight urged, taking on a slightly more serious tone.

It didn't take long for Wild to nod her head. An instant later she closed the distance between herself and Twilight, capturing his lips with a kiss. They remained locked together for a while, enjoying the others taste on their lips. Warriors sat frozen, bewitched by the scene before him. Watching Wild seated in Twilight's lap. Twilight's hands caging her slender body. Wild's long hair hiding their faces as they kissed. Wars had never wanted to be a part of anything more than he did in that moment.

After downing the rest of his drink, Wars got to his feet and made his way around to the other side of the table. Wild acknowleded his presence simply by opening one eye. Her lips hardly ever left Twilight's, save to briefly breathe. Wars was about to place his hands on Wild's shoulders, but he hesitated. He paused to remove his arm bracesrs and gloves, discarding them on the table. He laid his hands on Wild's shoulders, feeling her warm skin beneath his palms. She sighed into Twilight's mouth at the extra attention.

Wars trailed his knuckles softly down Wild's arms. He captured one of her hands with his and raised it to his lips. He began to softly kiss her fingers, the back of her hand, and down her wrist. Wars felt Wild lean back into him slightly as he continued to trail soft kisses up her arm. She moaned gently at the sensation and finally drew away from Twilight's kisses.

Now his Lips had nothing to do, Twilight's hands moved from Wild's waist up to her chest. His rough hands explored the silky slippery fabric of her tiny top. As he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, she shuddered. A small gasp excaped her lips and Twilight grinned.

"You like that sweet girl?" He cooed, leveling his dark eyes at her.

Wild nodded, shying away from his gaze a little.

"I think she does," Wars uttered, before leaving a sucking wet kiss on Wild's neck.

She shuddered again, causing her to slip forwards a little in Twilight's lap.

"You okay Wild?" Twilight asked, raising his voice a little to make sure Wild heard him alright.

She opened her eyes and nodded, smiling softly. Wild rested her head back against Warriors chest, tilting her chin up to look at him.

"Would you like us to continue? We don't have to go any further if you don't want to. But you do seem to be enjoying our attention." Wars asked, looking down at Wild.

Wild removed her hands from Twilight's shoulders and signed for them. It was a little difficult for Wars to read from this angle but he got the gist of it.

"I'm enjoying this. I love the way you both touch me. So long as you're both having fun."

"We like touching you too," Warriors replied, and Wild could feel his words rumbling in his chest. "Before we go any further however, is there anything you'd like us not to do to you?"

Wild didn't have to think about this too much. She asked that they refrain from removing her clothes as much as possible. And that she would let them know if anything was wrong or if it was uncomfortable for her. Reassured, Warriors set about removing his armour and his scarf. They joined the rest of his gear on the table.

Meanwhile, Wild hopped off Twilight's lap and lead him gently towards the rug on the floor at the other end of the room. She signed that the bed would be too small for the three of them anyway. Wild reclined herself on her elbows while Twilight tugged off his tunic and male. Unlike Wars, he didn't care where his clothes ended up. All he knew was that he wanted to take them off. Wild's cosy cottage felt warmer than usual and when the three of them crowded around each other on the rug, the tension between them grew higher and warmer.

Warriors decided it was his turn to treat Wild to some kisses. He cupped her cheek with one hand and scooted himself close to her side. Wars pressed his lips to hers lightly, testing the waters. Her mouth was small and she seemed to take some convincing before she was satisfied to kiss Wars in return. Wars eyebrow twitched in fascination and he doubled his efforts at pleasing Wild.

Twilight was in the process of taking off Wild's delicate little shoes. He treated them with more care than his own clothes, setting them neatly to one side. Twi kissed Wild's bare ankles then slowly began to trail wet kisses up her legs.

Wild's heart was racing. She loved being the centre of attention like this. The more they caressed and worshiped her body, the more they bolstered her ego. Of course, she wanted more than just their soft attentions, but they could build up to that. She quickly found Warriors crotch with her hand. He was hard already, and between her kisses and her hand she felt him twitch at her touch. Wild moved her other hand to her left side where Twilight sat beside her. She found his cock equally excited, straining against his trousers.

She tugged at their belt buckles, switching her gaze from one to the other.

"You want these off?" Twi asked, his voice laced with play and desire.

Wild nodded slowly, batting her eyelids playfully at them.

"Alright, I'm sure we can figure something out to keep you entertained," Wars remarked.

He pulled Wild in for another kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips and holding her in his grasp. When he pulled away Wars found Twilight on his feet, holding out a hand for him. Wars took the offered hand and Twilight pulled him up. Wild pulled a few cushions from the surrounding chairs onto the rug behind her and lounged suggestively against the plump pillows.

Twilight was momentarily distracted by Wild, one arm draped behind her head while she spread her legs a little. Wars grabbed his attention however, when he slid his hands under Twilight's tunic and pulled it over his head. He made quick work of Twi's mail too, dropping it to one side with a shimmer of bronze. Twi took a turn next. He was a little more careful with Wars clothes than he had been with his own. Tugging Warriors tunic off over his head, then gently releasing him from his mail shirt. When Twi began to pull open the laces on Warriors shirt, he moved slowly, deliberately. Too slowly for Wars' liking, but when he looked down at Wild, she seemed to be enjoying the show. Wars erection rubbed against the front of his pants, he dare not look down, but he knew his excitement was obvious to everyone.

Twilight moved behind Wars and tugged his shirt down off his back. He turned Wars slightly so that he was facing Wild, before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers from behind. When Wars stood in just his pants, Wild sat up a little. While Twilight planted rows of kisses along Warriors shoulders, Wild crawled on her hands and knees towards him. She glanced up at his face occasionally, but mostly she kept her eyes on his crotch. Wars' breathing hitched as Wild pulled down his pants and immediately lathered her tongue over his cock.

Wild left a long wet stripe up the underside of Warriors dick. Her eyes flicked up to gauge his reaction. With Twilight behind him for support, Wars could help but smile like a fool. Wild gave him a few more generous licks, savouring his taste on her tongue. Then she placed her lips over his head and slowly took him into her mouth. Wars let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes. Behind him, Twilight's still clothed dick pressed against Warriors ass. While Wild sucked his dick, Twilight's soft kisses became wet and insistent. He paused to admire the smattering of red marks he had left on Warriors pale skin.

"Mmm, love making you mine," Twilight mused, mostly to himself. But he was so close to Wars he made him shudder.

The movement caused Wars to buck his hips into Wild's mouth and forced her to take more of his length. He was surprised when he bottomed out against the back of her throat, and she kept going. Wild took short breaths as she continued to suck and tongue Wars' cock. Wild picked up speed and soon she felt Wars' tension release as he came with a sigh. She kept sucking until she'd taken everything he had to give and finally released his cock with a wet pop.

"Thank you," Wars breathed, trying to steady himself against Twi.

Wild nodded and patted the cushions next to her. Wars didn't need telling twice and he fell semi gracefully onto the pillows beside Wild. Twilight now had the stage all to himself. But he wasn't very good at putting on a show. He pulled off his shirt and shook out his shaggy hair. His boots were kicked into different corners of the room, before he quickly dispensed with his trousers.

Once again Wild crawled forwards this time to Twilight. She tugged down his pants allowing his throbbing erection to stand proud. If Wars had been a treat, Twilight was the main desert. Wild eyed Twilight's cock hungrily and barely hesitated before offering him the same treatment as Warriors.

When both Wars and Twilight lay together on the rug, cushions arrayed beneath them, Wild sat on her knees and looked down at them. She smiled sweetly, shaking her head.

"What?" Wars asked. "Give us a minute alright."

Wild chuckled a little and gave a nod. Then she pushed herself up to her feet and turned on the spot. Swaying her hips far more than necessary, Wild crossed to the other side of the room and disappeared up the stairs. She hurried up to the bedroom and rummaged around in the desk drawer. Wild quickly found the bottle of lube she was hunting for and clutched it to her chest.

Her heart was pounding with excitement. She could never have dreamed of sharing anything like this with the men downstairs. The fact that they had not only accepted her, but had also been comfortable enough with her to be intimate, was more than she could have ever hoped for. A thought struck Wild and she quickly tugged off her harem pants and searched her slate for a different item. She settled on a blue and gold thong she had purchased from the Gerudo Secret Club, and pulled the underwear up her legs. She hoped the thin strap currently nestled between her ass cheeks would help make the rest of the night more fun.

As Wild hopped off the last step and returned to the boys, bottle in hand, she paused and admired them both. They had shuffled closer together. Wars had his right hand in Twilight's hair while his left hand worked away on his cock. Twilight was similarly arranged, palming Wars with teasing slowness. Wild let out a soft chuckle to announce her presence. The pair fell apart and Wars half turned his head to look at Wild.

"Can't you see we're in the middle of something here miss?!" He teased, then dipped his head to suck one of Twilight's nipples.

Wild let out an exasperated sigh before flopping down and practically throwing herself between the two men. Twilight was quick to catch her head before she could land on the floor.

"We're sorry, is someone jealous when she's not the centre of attention!" Twi chuckled, using his other hand to massage Wild's chest.

Wild nodded her head emphatically. At this, both Twi and Wars fell upon her. Lavishing her with kisses, sweet words and increasingly passionate touches to her chest and thighs. As they continued to pleasure Wild, Wars slipped a hand around her newly adorned underwear and cupped her bare ass. Wild squeaked and tried to get away from the touch, but Twilight pressed a hand to her hips to hold her down.

"Now now little lady, someone wanted our undivided attention. Have you changed your mind?" Twi asked, shooting Wars a wink.

"We could always carry on having fun by ourselves, and you could sit there and watch," Wars added. He removed his hand from Wild's pert behind and snaked it around Twilight's neck instead, pulling him in to capture his lips with a kiss and to slip his tongue into Twi's mouth.

On the floor beneath them Wild huffed and crossed her arms, feigning great annoyance. Her cheeks and what was visible of her chest were bright red, but both boys had noticed the wet patch on the thin triangle of her thong. Still, she pretended to lose interest in the boys and their makeout session.

Twilight groaned into Warriors as he filled his mouth with his tongue. Heat began to rise in Wars' chest and he longed to flip Twi onto his chest and fill his ass instead. But they had a guest, and Wars had a strict rule about ladies first. With a great internal struggle, Wars dragged himself away from Twilight and turned to face Wild. Getting more comfortable on his knees, he eyed the jar in Wild's hand.

"Is that something for us?" He asked.

Wild nodded.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to tell me what you want darling. If I could read minds I'd be all over yours right now," he spoke softly and encouragingly, crawling closer to Wild until they were almost face to face.

Wild leaned forward and whispered in Warriors ear for a moment. Wars grinned at each of her requests, but was distracted slightly while Twilight began to fondle his balls.

"Twi, that's not very helpful right now," Wars berated him.

"I'm sorry, it's hard to resist you with your ass in the air like that!" Twi replied.

"Remember we're guests here Twi, Wild's pleasure comes first tonight," he insisted, shooting Twi a serious look.

Twi spared a glance down at Wild laying beneath Warriors. Her eyes were lidded and heavy, her legs still spread wide despite her recent grumpy facade. Twi rejoined Wars on the floor beside Wild. This time his hands began to explore Wild's thighs and round towards her ass. With a little persuasion, Wild turned over and rested on her knees and forearms, presenting herself to Twilight. Warriors had investigated the jar Wild had brought and found a slick lube with a mild floral and musty scent.

After Wars had offered the jar to Twilight, he moved the string of Wild's thong aside, then pressed a lube covered digit against her hole. As Twilight gradually worked his finger into Wild's ass and she keaned beneath him, Wars lathered his cock with lube. The sensation was blissfull and only built his need for fresh relief.

***

Wild was dead. She must have been. Nowhere accept in the afterlife among the gods could she have experienced such pleasure and bliss. She was hot and sweat dripped down her back and her face. Hair clung to her neck and cheeks. Wild's mouth wrapped tightly around Twilight's cock as he thrusted back and forth, rocking on his knees. Somewhere behind her, Warriors oh so perfectly filled her ass to the hilt. It had taken a little while to figure out a rhythm that worked for everyone, but once they did, Wild quickly slipped into realms of pleasure she had rarely experienced.

"Mmm, Wild you're so tight!" Wars moaned, "So good!"

"You're so good to us Wild. Gah! Oh Spirits!" Twilight loudly proclaimed.

Wars huffed and moaned with each of his thrusts as he grew closer and closer to the crest of his wave of pleasure. Twilight's eyes rolled back in his head as he chased his orgasm, constantly reminding himself who he was with, and how much he cared for them. Wild felt the last dry patch of her underwear soaked with her cum as she came with a tremendous shudder. Behind her, Wars gave several deep thrusts into her ass before releasing his load. Twilight tried to pull out to let Wild breathe, but ended up spilling his seed down her chin.

Twilight was about to wipe it off with his thumb, when Wild licked off the mess and swallowed it with a satisfied expression. Twi couldn't help but let out a low groan of desire at the image of her swallowing his seed.

"You're stunnin Wild," Twi said softly.

Wild smiled as relief turned into exhaustion. Her expression changed into one of mild discomfort as Wars slowly pulled out. Twi supported Wild's shoulders for a moment and helped lay her down with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Wild vaguely heard Wars walk across the room and back again. A damp cloth was rubbed gently around her hole and her face. Then the warm sticky body of Warriors settled in against her.

"Thank you for letting us be part of this with you Wild," Wars whispered into her ear.

The drowsy post sex haze drifted over them all. Twilight actually felt himself doze off for a while before he felt himself being shaken awake.

"Hey, sorry my love but you need to get into your bed roll Twi. As adorable as you look curled up on the floor right now, I don't want you to complain that you're sore tomorrow," Wars uttered from nearby.

Twi rolled over to find Wars unrolling his blanket over his bed roll and folding his discarded clothes. Wild sat on the floor nearby, a cup of water clutched in their hands. They shot Twi a knowing wink from across the floor. Twilight rolled onto his back and lay sprawled out on the rug for a while. His head was still trying to drag him down into sleep, but his body tingled with the stimulation of their sex. Twi couldn't help but grin stupidly to himself at just how happy he was. He secretly hoped that it would take the rest of the Chain more than another day to reach them.

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