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When he finished his talk regarding the ship and the danger of undocking -a concern raised after surveying the state of the shipwrecks around the island- G'raha walked towards Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus. He shook his head at them and shrugged.
"Neither I nor the staff can seem to discern where the magicks are coming from."
This made the already agitated Emet-Selch frown slightly— but he didn't interrupt G'raha's report until he was done. He folded his arms across his chest as he patiently listened. When the man was done, he put his thoughts forth, "Unfortunately, due to size of this place, the source of the spell's location escapes me." He looked towards Hythlodaeus, who might have a better inkling of where the magicks may lay with his keener eyesight.
Hythlodaeus, who had been standing silently on the side, also frowned in concentration, considering the information. After a moment, he spoke up, his expression taking on a thoughtful tone as his eyes traced the aetherflow spanning the island in a complicated weave-like pattern. "This... could take some time."
"Well, luckily we have time, and there's no immediate danger." G'raha looked around the peculiar uninhabited settlement from the foot of the stairs. Emet-Selch paused, following G'raha's gaze to also look around the area, his eyes roaming over the buildings and surroundings with a critical eye. His expression betrayed no emotion, yet his body was far from relaxed.
" 'No immediate danger', you say... let us hope it stays that way. We still don't know what to expect from this place. If we trapeze around willy-nilly without necessary precautions, we might find ourselves in a bind."
G'raha smiled at the high-strung mage with a playful look. "Oh come now, when did you become so cautious? I'm positive it'll be fine, what with such experienced personages at my side," he said with a wink, taking off in the direction of the settlement.
Hythlodaeus chuckled as he followed the sprightly man, not wanting to lose him from his line of sight. "Come, dearest Emet-Selch. We have exploring to do!"
The mage slouched and sighed as he trudged behind them, slow and steady.
After thoroughly checking the buildings, they found no clue for the magicks, or any inhabitants besides— save for the sealed door Hythlodaeus had found. But before he could let the other two know, G'raha had walked over to the fountain in the centre of the settlement to inspect it.
Nothing. Just a normal fountain. It was rather large though, and spacious… enough to take a dip in. The weather was hot— and it seemed like the ship crew would still take a while yet getting all of the resources and camp supplies out. Perhaps a little relaxation wouldn't hurt.
"What- what are you doing." Emet-Selch baulked at the redhead that had started to strip down to his smallclothes.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" G'raha tossed his shirt at Emet-Selch, which earned a small chuckle from Hythlodaeus next to him.
"If you're going in there, at least let me cleanse it—" Emet-Selch snapped as Hythlodaeus covered his eyes with a smile. Before G'raha could muster a word, a light flashed blindingly bright for a split second and disappeared as soon as it had come.
"You could have warned me!- What in the Twelve was that?" G'raha rubbed his eyes, his vision adjusting back.
"A cleanse. The light of a thousand burning suns to burn away whatever filth that might've infested that decrepit basin. Now off you go," he patted G'raha's shoulder.
The miqo'te shrugged and put a leg over the railing, looking back at his entourage. "You won't be joining?"
Hythlodaeus turned to look at Emet-Selch, his gaze a silent ask of whether they should oblige G'raha. Emet-Selch turned away, implying he wanted nothing to do with all this. Yet, a small hug from behind, coupled with a whisper into the grumpy mage's ear was enough to convince him, it seemed.
They disrobed quickly, down to their undergarments, leaving the clothes on the stone banister.
G'raha smirked, another small win in his book. He canon-balled into the water and then came back up. Flipping his now-wet hair back, he gave the other two a squinty-eyed smile and wave.
Hythlodaeus smiled back and jumped in after him, emerging near him to give the man a tight squeeze. They laughed at each other's dishevelled state, the echoes of their voices carrying through the empty ruins. Emet-Selch looked on, transfixed by their antics. They seemed… joyful. His eyes locked onto G'raha's face, it was rare, to see the man so carefree. So many years he'd see the man's brow scrunched in seriousness or annoyance, his lips in a tight frown, eyes apathetic to his own pain... His expression softened, a smile tugging at his lips. But before the both could notice, he called out to them after his face reverted back to one of aloofness.
"If you were to break your ankles, I would not be healing you, for your information." He chastised as he dipped into the waters slowly.
"He would heal us." G'raha rolled his eyes, looking at Hythlodaeus.
"He would." Hythlodaeus replied.
Emet-Selch ignored the comments and sank deeper into the pool, the cool water bringing out a content sigh from him. But before long, his relaxation was interrupted by the other two starting a water fight. "Will you two just-" A groan left his mouth as he dove underwater and started swimming away with speedy breaststrokes.
"Pfft, show-off." G'raha mused as he watched the man go to the far corner of the pool.
"Well well… isn't he something," Hythlodaeus chuckled. The miqo'te shot the other a look, bringing his forefinger up to his lips to signal a plan, the motion earning a mirrored emote from the other. He giggled as G'raha dove underwater, presumably towards Emet-Selch.
Hythlodaeus followed slowly, going above water, which worked in G'raha's favour as the mage's attention fell on Hyth instead of the approaching threat.
Emet-Selch sighed as Hythlodaeus followed him to his corner, anticipating some sort of prank or other. But as he opened his mouth to say something, water behind him splashed suddenly as G'raha shot up from underneath to hug him from behind, his legs clamping around the taller man's torso.
A gasp escaped the man's lips as he turned around to look at his attacker. "Oh you brat-"
Unable to help himself, Hythlodaeus let out a loud, hearty laugh at the scene in front of him. He looked at Emet-Selch through slight tears in his eyes, bringing up a hand to wipe them away. "To be snuck up on so easily, not at all like you, my friend-"
G'raha hummed in agreement, "Not to worry, we'll leave his Highness to relax for now." He turned towards Emet, "Just wanted to bother you a small while," he said as he relaxed his grip and gave Emet-Selch a chaste kiss on the cheek before swimming away slowly.
Emet-Selch let out a huff, his expression a mix of annoyance and affection. He shook his head a little, his gaze roaming over G'raha as the man begun to lay on his back, floating atop the water… An idea- he glanced towards Hythlodaeus with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Hm? Oh. I know that look." Hythlodaeus chuckled.
Emet-Selch motioned Hythlodaeus to stay put and started slowly gliding towards G'raha, his gaze fixed on the oblivious man.
Hythlodaeus obeyed and simply let out a hum, knowing what was about to happen, his eyes darting back and forth between the pair.
Meanwhile, G'raha continued to float idly on the water, completely ignorant to Emet-Selch's approach. His former enemy slowly and sneakily swam closer to him, his movements silenced by what was possibly arcane magicks.
When he finally reached G'raha, he took a moment to silently hover just above him, to appreciate how unsuspecting the miqo'te was. A smile of smugness appeared on his face as he thought he was assured of his own victory.
G'raha continued to be blissfully unaware until he heard Emet-Selch's low, growling voice.
"I have you now."
"Mm?" He opened his eyes, and nearly dodged the man's hold, but it was too late. Emet-Selch swiftly pulled G'raha's shorts off of him, leaving him nude.
G'raha yelped and stood upright. He starting jumping up in a futile attempt to reach for his garments, but the taller man simply held them out of his reach.
Hythlodaeus let out a low, amused chuckle at the display. He watched on as Emet-Selch took full control of the situation, clearly enjoying every moment of putting G'raha in place. He sighed as he shook his head, "Looks like you're completely at his mercy now, dear... if you want your clothes back that is."
G'raha groaned, still trying to climb up Emet-Selch to reach his shorts. "This is not fair at all! How would you like it I took off all of your clothes without forewarning?-"
Emet-Selch gave a mocking gasp at G'raha's words, feigning hurt and putting his free hand over his heart.
"Stripping me down without my consent?… Actually, I wouldn't mind at all."
"You—" G'raha blushed at his immediate and honest answer.
Emet-Selch let out a scoff, his tone a mix of mock arrogance as he teased the flustered man. "But if you want me in the nude… you should have just told me instead of playing around."
Upon hearing that, G'raha huffed and gave up, making his way back to Hythlodaeus, who was enjoying the show whilst leaning back on the stone wall near the artificial waterfall. He approached him with ears pinned down, looking at him in a pleading manner as if seeking his help, knowing the feline behaviours would hit Hyth's soft spot.
Needless to say, it worked— Hythlodaeus cracked a smile at G'raha's approach. He found the little display extremely adorable, the pitiful expression made him immediately open his arms to invite G'raha into his bosom. "Aw, look at you... all pouting and cute."
Emet-Selch followed behind and let out an annoyed huff as heard Hythlodaeus fall for G'raha's bait. "You cave in too easily..."
Hythlodaeus chuckled, ignoring Emet-Selch's protest. "Come now dear, how can I resist? You cannot say no to that face..."
Emet-Selch let out an annoyed grumble as Hythlodaeus continued to be charmed by G'raha's behaviour. He knew fully well that there's no arguing with him on this front. The man had a huge weakness for cute things, and the old cat had learnt to take full advantage of it.
G'raha turned around to smirk at Emet-Selch, fully knowing the man had no sway over Hythlodaeus right now. He wiped his smirk of his face as he turned back to Hyth, all smiles and cuteness, circling to go behind the man to embrace him from behind, purring as he did so.
Hythlodaeus couldn't hold back an amused smile as G'raha gripped him tighter, head resting on his shoulder. He brought up a hand, gently patting the man's head. He then looked over at Emet-Selch, noticing the man's increasingly annoyed expression, and let out a soft chuckle.
"Oh, come now. Don't look so grumpy."
A chance. While Hythlodaeus’ guard was down, G'raha seized the chance to relieve him of his shorts as well. With a quick grasp of the hem, he pulled them down, they didn't quite make it all the way down, but it was enough to leave the man mostly naked.
Hythlodaeus' eyes widened in surprise, not expecting G'raha to turn on him. A mixture of amusement and feigned annoyance showed on his face as he looked down and then to the miqo'te quickly swimming away.
"Hey-" He glanced over to Emet-Selch, whose expression showed a small hint of vindication, as if to say 'now we're even'. He let out a smug chuckle— amused by the fact that Hythlodaeus just got caught off guard.
"Oh, would you look at that. You got what you deserved for being so easily persuaded by the fake little act he puts on." Emet-Selch waded over to his betrayed partner.
Hythlodaeus huffed, still slightly annoyed at how he got outplayed which made him not even want to pull up the shorts falling to the floor of the pool. But he knew there was no one to blame but himself. He clicked his tongue, "... I was distracted, I'll admit."
"Now only Emet-Selch is left!" G'raha chimed from the corner of the pool.
At G'raha's words, Emet-Selch let out a low scoff. He looked at both men, his expression changing from smug to… concerned.
"Oh no. You're not- no." He stammered as he noticed that he was the only one with his shorts remaining still.
Hythlodaeus couldn't help but smile as he saw the realization dawn on Emet-Selch. "Ah-ah..." Hythlodaeus interjected, his tone lightly taunting. "I think it's only fair that you get the same treatment, no?"
Emet-Selch was suddenly growing a little more flustered, his gaze flickering between the two. He crossed his arms and held a stubborn stance. "I know what you two are up to- and what this will lead to. I am not partaking in such indulgences here, of all places."
Hythlodaeus waved away the Emet-Selch's concerns, knowing pushing the right buttons would have the man's defences come down in no time. "Now, now... we've done things in weirder places…" He started slowly wading closer to Emet-Selch, the water sloshing gently against his torso.
Emet-Selch's expression remained a mix of slight alarm and stubborn defiance. He quickly glanced at G'raha again, who was just casually floating in the background with a wide smile on his face, clearly amused by the usually shameless Ascian getting embarrassed. Emet-Selch let out a deep sigh, knowing full his guard against the two wouldn't last long when they've teamed up against him.
"No means no." He muttered a last attempt at a refusal to go along with their antics.
Hythlodaeus' smirk turned into a wide grin as he closed the distance between him and Emet-Selch. He stopped just in front of the man, tilting his head in a playful manner. "It does… yet I have a feeling you are just as eager as we are to enjoy this situation to the fullest."
Emet-Selch avoided the man's gaze, but G'raha entered his field of vision instead, giving him a small wave. He dived down and swam over to Emet-Selch, popping up from underwater with his wet hair sticking to his face. He brushed the bangs back to look at Emet-Selch with a knowing look, a look that said his refusal was futile.
Victory. Emet-Selch sighed deeply as he uncrossed his arms and shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about it all.
"Good boy." Hythlodaeus whispered under his breath as he gently grabbed the hem of Emet-Selch's shorts, tugging at them slowly.
Emet-Selch took a deep, exasperated breath as he felt Hythlodaeus grab hold of his shorts and began to slowly pull them down. He glanced over to G'raha again, who was silently watching him with those scarlet red eyes. Emet-Selch found himself silently glaring at the man, knowing fully well that he was the cause of all this.
G'raha snickered at the man's glare, entirely unfazed by it. He looked over to Hyth as the man continued slowly pulling the shorts down whilst touching him up. "Is he hard, I wonder?"
Hythlodaeus chuckled at G'raha's words, turning to reply to him as he groped at Emet-Selch's crotch to confirm. "Very much so, yes. And I'm fairly sure he's absolutely hating it at the moment, aren't you, my dear?" He glanced back over to Emet-Selch, amused by his expression, which now looked like a mix between slight annoyance, growing helplessness, and arousal.
Emet-Selch let out another deep sigh, but didn't bother to deny it. His cheeks were starting to turn slightly red, his body betraying his words as his member grew hard in response to the touches.
"Hmph," came an unbothered sounding reply, but his voice betrayed it with a slight breathlessness as he spoke. "Shut it."
G'raha bit his lip, smiling as he thought what manner of ways he and Hyth could defile their grumpy partner. He looked at the edge of the pool, his mind immediately imagining Emet-Selch bent over- oh, yes. That'd do. "Emet... why dont you go relax over there?" He pointed at the edge.
Emet-Selch felt a shiver run down his spine as G'raha spoke, he could tell what the man was envisioning judging by the uppity expression on his face. He looked over towards the edge of the pool and let out another, slightly exasperated sigh.
"Fine." He reluctantly started making his way over to the edge with G'raha following closely behind.
Hythlodaeus couldn't keep himself from snickering a little as he observed Emet-Selch's slightly reluctant steps over to the edge. He glanced over to G'raha with raised eyebrows, "He's being a bit more cooperative than I thought he would," he whispered. He then moved over to the edge as well, towards Emet-Selch, who was now standing with his hands on the edge of the pool, his back to both of them.
G'raha gently pushed Emet-Selch's shoulder forward, moving his hands lower towards his elbows, guiding him to rest his arms and upper body on the stone edge while his ass stuck out just above water. The water lapped at his balls and thighs as the sun made the water droplets on his body glisten. G'raha hummed to himself, pleased with his idea as he looked over to Hythlodaeus, who he knew was also ogling the sight.
As Emet-Selch allowed himself to be guided by G'raha to the edge, his breathing became audibly heavier. His face grew slightly red— he knew he looked quite vulnerable and exposed in this position. He let out a small huff, but stayed silent, trying to look as unaffected as possible. Hythlodaeus moved closer as well, humming and playing with the water near Emet-Selch in a teasing manner.
G'raha ran a hand down the large man's wet and muscular back, massaging him as his hand stopped at his waist. He looked at Hythlodaeus as if to ask if he had any ideas he wanted to try.
Hythlodaeus gave a smirk as he returned G'raha's gaze, understanding reason for the man's pause. He glanced at the position Emet-Selch was in, contemplating for a moment... before an idea started to form in his head. He moved closer, coming to stand just beside G'raha and looking down at the helpless and exposed Emet-Selch.
"Hmm... how to proceed," he thought aloud and chuckled.
Emet-Selch could sense the other two circling him, but he remained aloof, closing his eyes and resting his head on his forearms. He tried to focus on the warm feeling of the sun on his skin, the way the water cooled his lower body… but the way he was bent over, completely bare...
He huffed as his muscles tensed. Then, he felt Hythlodaeus stepping much closer, his presence now right behind him.
Hythlodaeus reached out, gently running his fingertips over Emet-Selch's back, his touch gentle and deliberate. He took his time, letting his fingers roam over every muscle, slowly making their way down. He bent lower, pressing his chest against Emet-Selch's back, their bare skin feeling flush against one another. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting over Emet-Selch's ear, his voice a low and teasing purr.
"So many things we could do with you behaving so well like this…"
Emet-Selch shivered involuntarily as Hythlodaeus spoke, the man's voice soft and teasing, barely above a whisper. His hands gripped the edge of the pool a little tighter as he struggled to keep his breathing in check. His mind started to wander, picturing every little thing Hythlodaeus might do to him in this vulnerable and submissive position.
"Then stop stalling and do it," he huffed, trying to sound commanding.
G'raha chuckled, his face slightly reddish at the lewd interaction between the two. He made his way to stand near Hythlodaeus as the other moved back to stand behind Emet-Selch once more.
"I do wonder…" G'raha started as he nudged Emet-Selch's thighs to spread his legs a bit more, "Why don't you use your true body more often?" He asked as his eyes glanced over to Hyth's crotch, his pearlescent cock now peaking out of its sheath and glimmering against the caustic lights of the water. Hythlodaeus noticed where the man's gaze fell and blushed, his hand going over to cover himself slightly as he chuckled into his palm nervously.
Emet-Selch clicked his tongue. "Why do you think?"
The miqo'te tilted his head, he had an inkling but Hythlodaeus interjected before either of them could comment. "I think, it is because of the way I intimately know how dear Hades' body works…" his hand went to hold Emet-Selch's waist in a possessive manner, "and even without his old configuration, we still have so much power over him," he looked at G'raha and smiled mischievously, "So, it'd be even easier to make him submit with his sensitive-"
"Not quite-" Emet-Selch huffed as he turned to rest the other side of his head on his arms, "It is bothersome to regulate an Ancient's chemical and hormonal make-up in a sundered body."
"It's not hard for me-"
"You're different."
G'raha chuckled at the two, it was clear Emet-Selch was omitting something, but he didn't want to push the man further, so he simply pulled Hyth aside to distract him from their little spat. He tiptoed to kiss Hythlodaeus, dragging him down by wrapping his arms around his neck to reach him properly. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue in while one of his hands lazily stroked Emet-Selch's inner thigh.
Hythlodaeus was taken by surprise and moaned softly into the kiss as he felt G'raha's tongue pushing inside his mouth, hungrily taking control of the kiss. He let their bodies press together, his own hand that had been resting on Emet-Selch's waist started slowly roaming over his skin, making its way down to his hip.
G'raha whimpered as Hyth started taking more and more control, using his skills to arouse the miqo'te in a manner that was too quick for G'raha's pride. So he pulled back, swiftly moving to insert two fingers into Hythlodaeus's still-open mouth.
Hythlodaeus let out surprised noise as he felt G'raha's fingers enter his mouth, but he did not object. He adjusted quickly as he closed his lips around them— starting to run his tongue across the fingers, sucking on them as he gave G'raha a teasing look. His hand moved higher on Emet-Selch's thigh, inching closer to the man's hard cock but not quite touching it yet.
"My thanks—" G'raha shakily said as he brought his slick fingers towards Emet-Selch's puckering hole, tracing them around the rim.
Emet-Selch's body tensed at the new sensation as he felt G'raha's fingers stroke his sensitive area. His breathing quickened again as held back a noise and let out a shaky sigh instead, "W-Wait-"
Hythlodaeus' eyes glinted with mischief at Emet-Selch's reaction and at the small protest. Emet-Selch always sounded the sweetest when he denied his desires… he loved playing their little game of getting admittance from him eventually. He tightened his grip on Emet-Selch's hip, his fingers gripping possessively as his free hand started moving down, finally reaching his intended target. He softly grasped the man's cock and started stroking him slowly.
Emet-Selch gasped, his voice barely audible as he still stubbornly held back his reactions to not completely give in to the other two. In the mean time, Hyth hovered over G'raha, the man was still teasing Emet-Selch, his fingers not quite pushing into the hole yet. "Mind if I use your mouth as well? I need help with… well-" he made a scissoring motion, sticking his tongue out, looking at G'raha with half-lidded eyes.
G'raha blushed at the man's motions and slowed his ministrations on Emet-Selch slightly. He hesitantly opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. His open and expectant mouth made Hythlodaeus let a low, almost feral whimper. He swallowed hard, a deep sense of hunger coming over him. "You're quite something yourself, you know…"
Emet-Selch could hear their exchange, he felt his face grow even more flushed and his breathing more laboured at their words. He felt himself grow even harder as he listened, his imagination running wild. His mind was starting to go foggy from the lack of stimulation as he was teased and kept on edge, his body growing more and more tense and needy with every passing second.
Hythlodaeus pushed his fingers into G'raha's mouth, his gaze growing more and more lustful as he did so. He could feel the other man's tongue swirling around his fingers, wetting them thoroughly. His eyes remain fixed on G'raha's mouth as he started to withdraw his fingers.
"Now… we can both prepare him. Thoroughly." Hythlodaeus smiled at him before turning his attention back to his neglected partner. He motioned for G'raha to go ahead as he gripped one of Emet-Selch's ass cheeks, squeezing roughly.
Emet-Selch's body grew stiff as he heard Hythlodaeus' words. He tried to look back at them, his eyes pleading in a way that he'd probably never admit to later.
"Hurry up... you both."
Hythlodaeus let out a short, breathless chuckle at Emet-Selch's plea. "Heh, look at you... begging for us to touch you."
"Don't make me regret this-"
Just then, G'raha pulled one cheek to the side, inserting a slick finger into the man. The sudden and unexpected intrusion made Emet-Selch let out what could be described as like a strangled noise.
Hythlodaeus stopped for a moment, enjoying the scene in front of him. His eyes drunk up the sight of Emet-Selch's reaction, the way he steadied himself and adjusted as G'raha pushed further in… a satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
G'raha then inserted a second finger as Emet-Selch's balls tightened and cock twitched. He started scissoring the man open- his hands are relatively small compared to Emet-Selch's body... but that was why Hyth would be helping him.
Emet-Selch's eyes fluttered as he felt both fingers entering him, but he soon calmed as he adjusted to the sensation.
Hythlodaeus was enthralled, he idly started rubbing his free hand over Emet-Selch's lower back, his touch almost soothing, in stark contrast to what G'raha is doing to him.
"Hyth..." G'raha said as he pushed a third finger in and continued his motions, now curling the fingers inside. "Help me down here-"
Hythlodaeus' gaze was still fixed on Emet-Selch's face, taking in every expression, watching for any signs of him breaking— but at the sound of G'raha's words, he snapped out of his daze and looked over to the other. He nodded silently before moving closer. "Of course."
Hythlodaeus leaned down beside G'raha, his hand joining in to help. He stretched Emet-Selch's cheek from his side and slid in a finger as G'raha reduced his to two. The two of them began to work their fingers in tandem, their movements slow but deliberate. Emet-Selch's body was tight around them, and it took some effort to further spread him open, but the process was made easier by the man's heightened arousal.
"You're taking this well, dear," Hythlodaeus looked over at Emet-Selch from behind.
Fingers working him open now had Emet-Selch shaking a bit, and soon, he was having a hard time remembering to keep himself up. He desperately clung to the edge of the pool, the only thing that was keeping him from collapsing completely. His breathing grew more and more laboured, his voice barely above a barely a hushed whisper. "I'd appreciate it if you two would stop with the teasing..."
G'raha let out a shaky moan followed by a chuckle. "It's so godsdamned satisfying when he's begging like that..." He quickened his fingering, his other hand going low to play with the man's balls.
Hythlodaeus had to agree. Whenever Emet-Selch got like this, he was eager to completely take the stubborn man apart. As G'raha spread Emet-Selch wider, Hythlodaeus inserted another finger. He then paused, looking at the size of G'raha's fingers next to his… a devious idea formed in his head.
"G'raha, pull out for a second."
The miqo'te looked at him confused but obliges. They both heard Emet-Selch sigh in relief but chose to not tease him for it, yet.
"Put your hand on mine, if you would." Hythlodaeus held up his palm facing G'raha. Still confused, G'raha put his hand on Hyth's and stared… the taller man's hand was much larger than his.
"Yes, better you than me, otherwise, it'd hurt him a tad too much, I think."
"What are you…"
"Ball your hand up into a fist."
G'raha's breath hitched as he realised what the other wanted of him. Hythlodaeus smiled wickedly, eager to see how much they could spread Emet-Selch, he took G'raha's hand and brought it back to the waiting man's hole. G'raha took a deep breath, and curled his hand into a fist. Comparatively, its size was only slightly larger than Hythlodaeus's cock- so Emet-Selch shouldn't be too hurt by it, he thought.
"Take a deep breath, love." Hythlodaeus said as he let go of G'raha's wrist as the other pressed his knuckles against the man's wet entrance.
Emet-Selch obeyed and took a deep, shaky breath in, steeling himself, his body is tensing up in anticipation. When he felt the press of G'raha's knuckles, his eyes widened in surprise. He had taken many things into himself in many different bodies- but somehow, thinking that the cold and aloof miqo'te he had met so long ago was being goaded to do such illicit things… it made it all so overwhelming, and dare he think, quite thrilling. A shiver of fear mixed with excitement ran down his spine. Yet, there was a desire to feel all those senses, to get so full, to feel so vulnerable at the mercy of his loved ones— the fear didn't matter.
"Be careful… As I said, I'm not in the mood to cast heals on myself for careless acts…" He muttered, words still omitting his true sentiments.
Hythlodaeus watched on with excitement. He could see a hint of fear in Emet-Selch's expression, but also the clear arousal that seemed to overpower any doubts the man may have had. He reached out and gently stroked Emet-Selch's back, trying to soothe some of the tension.
"Not to worry, we'll go slow."
"Also, it's better my hand than Hyth's- " G'raha chuckled as he squeezed Emet-Selch's hip to remind him of their size.
Hythlodaeus smirked at the comment, his gaze shifting down to their hands. The size difference was indeed quite notable.
"Careful, you're boosting my ego," Hyth chuckled as he leaned down to kiss the top of G'raha's head, his hand now idly teasing by going up and down the base of the miqo'te's tail.
G'raha shivered. "I don't mind doing that, Mr. Put-myself-down-all-the-time." He chuckled as he finally and gently pushed his fist into Emet-Selch, his hand going in with surprising ease.
Hythlodaeus let out an amused chuckle at G'raha's words, but was quickly distracted by the scene unfolding in front of him. He couldn't believe how easily G'raha's fist slipped inside of Emet-Selch, the man's body surprisingly accommodating. He looked over to G'raha, his expression now showing a mix of surprise and intrigue. "My, he's taking it well..."
G'raha carefully watched for any hints of objections from Emet-Selch, but saw none, so he slowly continued to push his fist in until the rim met his wrist. "Gods... you're so tight and warm..."
Emet-Selch's body grew even tighter as he felt G'raha's fist entering him deeper, pushing in until he felt it right against his wrist. In a futile attempt, he tried to hold back his whimpers at the sensation, completely overwhelmed by the unfamiliar feeling. His body was shaking, the act of being so filled and stretched in this body almost overwhelming. He looked over to Hythlodaeus for something, anything.
Hythlodaeus could tell how overwhelming it all was for Emet-Selch. His own body was growing more and more heated, the desire coursing through him like a wildfire at the sight of Emet-Selch so thoroughly taken apart. But he still had to resist that primal, feral need to just take and claim.
"You're doing so well, my dear... Taking everything and being oh-so quiet even though you're probably bursting with the need to scream and moan…"
Meanwhile, with careful focus, G'raha started to slowly move his hand in and out, pumping the man's cock underwater to relieve him slightly.
Emet-Selch let out a long, shaky moan as he felt G'raha's hand moving, the relief helping him to relax a bit more. He was now more attentive on the feeling of the movement, the way the other man's hand was gently pumping in and out, stimulating him just enough to keep him teetering on the edge... but not enough to let him topple over. Despite his mind slowly going blank, he found the words to plead with.
"Don't- don't tease me... Any longer..." His voice was shaky. Strained. The need for his own release was growing more and more. He felt like he was about to lose his mind in a haze of pleasure.
"Very well. I think you deserve a reward for being so... accommodating." He motioned Hyth over to come stand beside him as he carefully pulled his fist out.
With a nod, Hythlodaeus slowly moved over to stand next to G'raha, his eyes fixed intently on Emet-Selch. "What a pretty sight he makes..."
"That he does..." G'raha gently pulled out, as he had hoped, Emet-Selch's hole -instead of closing up immediately- simply stayed agape and twitching, making for a extremely erotic sight, allowing the two to see the pink inner walls trying to grasp and clamp down on something that was no longer there. G'raha blinked at the sight, his breathing getting heavy— it was a lot lewder than he had anticipated.
"Oh wow..." Hythlodaeus' eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He almost looked mesmerized by the sight of Emet-Selch's hole gaping and clenching like that, his cock growing harder at the sight. He had to bite back a whimper, his own arousal almost too much to bear.
Emet-Selch was now panting, his body still trembling all over, and his mind barely registering anything other than a desperate need to be filled again. He sucked in a shaky breath and looked over to the men with an impatient glare.
"I-I... Please..." His voice dripped with need, the man was desperate for release. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of an intense climax, needing it to be brought about desperately.
"He needs to be filled- I think it should be you." G'raha pulled Emet-Selch's cheeks apart even further, his own arousal poking at Emet-Selch’s thigh.
Hythlodaeus' gaze shifted down, taking in the sight of Emet-Selch spread out like that, and felt a shiver go down his spine. He was practically on the edge himself, barely holding back. He quickly glanced over to G'raha. "My my, you've done an excellent job prepping him, haven't you?" He breathed shakily.
"I'm surprised myself-" G'raha smiled as he went to the front to bend forward and kiss Emet-Selch's nape.
Emet-Selch closed his eyes at the sensuality of the kiss, a low, needy moan escaping his lips as he shivered. He could feel the other two men's eyes on him, their gaze hot and hungry, and it drove his need even further.
"...Both of you..."
"Mm... We're almost there, don't worry." Hythlodaeus cooed at Emet-Selch. "Right, G'raha?" He asked as he ran his hand to grip Emet-Selch's hip firmly, fingers digging into the soft skin.
G'raha simply nodded, his expression one of pure lust. He moved closer to the pool's edge, his movements fast and needy, as if he's just as desperate for release. Before continuing, he caught Hyth's gaze for a moment, a silent understanding passing between then.
As Hyth took his position near Emet-Selch's hips, G'raha hopped up on the edge of the pool, sitting near Emet-Selch's face. He scooted closer and rested Emet's face on his thigh, his cock bobbing near the man's face. Chuckling darkly, he looked at Emet, silently prompting him to use his mouth.
Emet-Selch's mind was a haze of need, and he instinctively leaned forward, nuzzling his face against G'raha's thigh before sticking out his tongues to lick a long stripe up the man's shaft.
G'raha smirked, his eyes half-lidded with arousal. He took a moment to appreciate the way Emet-Selch looked on his thigh, needy and desperate, begging without words. He ran his fingers through the man's hair gently, and then he took a handful of his bangs, pulling slightly at them, making it ever so slightly painful as he guided him. His eyes caught the white streaks spreading across the bangs, making G'raha's smirk grow wider. "Ah… there it is…"
Now taking the head into his mouth, Emet-Selch started sucking slowly, too tired and exhausted to go any faster.
As he did so, Hythlodaeus took his queue to slowly enter Emet-Selch, his cock sliding into the man with ease.
Emet-Selch tried to gasp but his mouth was full with the miqo'te's member. He tried to focus as the man behind him fully pushed in, filling him to the hilt.
Hythlodaeus' hands came to rest on Emet-Selch's hips, gripping them almost bruisingly. His hands gently rubbed and squeezed the skin, trying to soothe him just enough to make him relax a bit more. He kept his gaze locked with G'raha, the two men sharing a silent, intense look of lust.
"... How does that feel, my dears?" He asked to both of them.
Emet-Selch pulled the cock out of his mouth to speak for a moment.
"It's-... It's-" He couldn't finish, his mind was too far gone to form coherent thought.
"It feels good… for us both, I'd think," G'raha muttered, his voice dripping with arousal. Emet-Selch weakly nodded in agreement at the man's words.
G'raha was so close now, he gripped Emet-Selch's hair again to guide him back to his cock, begging him to take him back into his mouth. "I can't... I need more." Emet-Selch complied as he opened his mouth to take him back in.
Hythlodaeus' breathing was now uneven as he started to move, going faster and faster, unable to wait any longer. He could hear the needy noises coming from both men, the atmosphere growing more thick with lust. He looked at G'raha, his eyes half-lidded and full of a dark yearning.
"He won't mind. Don't hold back."
With that, G'raha thrusted fully into Emet-selch, his cock hitting the back of the man's throat as he climaxed, depositing spurts of cum into the man's mouth.
Emet-Selch almost choked, his hands gripping the stones they were on in a futile attempt to steady himself. He took a moment to compose himself, feeling incredibly vulnerable and overwhelmed. He looked up at G'raha, almost annoyed in a way, but also as if asking for something.
G'raha couldn't take his eyes off Emet-Selch. It was incredible to see him like this. G'raha stared in disbelief at how utterly wrecked the man looked, and all he wanted was to give him whatever he needed. A realisation struck him just then. "Oh. Yes… let me come down."
He hopped back down to let Emet-Selch kiss him, tasting his own seed on his tongue. He broke the kiss for a moment to look over at Hyth, still pounding the man.
"Hyth... are you close?"
Hythlodaeus nodded quickly, his breathing becoming more and more ragged. There was a look almost like desire, and a hint of something more, in his eyes. He felt like he was on the brink, not going to last much longer.
"Oh... Yes, yes- I'm just about there..." He was almost completely lost to his own pleasure, but with a final push, he angled to hit Emet-Selch's sweet spot as he came inside him, his hand going down to pump his needy cock. It sent Emet's head back in pleasure as he climaxed hard into the water, cursing and moaning Hyth's name.
The three stood there for a while, catching their breath, before Hyth finally pulled out, eliciting a groan from the man beneath him.
"Well… better clean up before the crew makes their way over here." Hythlodaeus shifted to Emet-Selch's side, rubbing his back to soothe him.
"Hmm, I suppose. Should we keep exploring after?" G'raha questioned, the inquiry making Emet-Selch make a muffled groan into the miqo'te's groin.
"Perhaps a small rest first," Hythlodaeus chuckled. "Wouldn't want to exhaust our ever-reliable friend."
G'raha giggled and patted Emet-Selch's head, the man probably almost falling asleep on his soft, supple thighs. "Mm… noted." He looked over the horizon, towards the far-away ruins of the island.
"I think we're going to have a lot of fun here."