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No Longer a Lady's Man
🕑 Added 2021-06-01 03:32:49 +0000 UTCFandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses
Pairing: Seteth/Byleth/Sylvain
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Blackmail, threesome, double penetration, multiple orgasms, mind break, spitroasting
Summary: Sylvain gets one too many strikes on his record for bothering female students. Seteth and Byleth make him an offer: service them or be expelled
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Out of all the people he would’ve expected to blackmail him for sexual favors, Seteth and Teach weren’t anywhere close to being on that list. Honestly, never would’ve guessed – not in a million years – that the two of them would be capable of something like that. Before just now, he had assumed that Seteth was a prude who viewed erections and sex as dirty things that he should absolutely not dapple in, less he incur the wrath of the Goddess and Teach…well, wasn’t even sure he could feel arousal, considering how emotionless he usually was. Even with the evidence disproving those assumptions right in front of his face, he was still having a difficult time believing it. Guess that couldn’t be helped, though. This entire scenario felt like a fever dream. Seteth and Teach demanding that he ‘service’ them or risk expulsion, just because some skirt found his advances a little too forward – none of it felt real. He half-expected to jerk too in the library, having fallen asleep in the warm quiet.
But…this wasn’t a dream. The soft whack of Teach’s surprisingly thick, fat cock slapping impatiently against his burning hot cheek was all he needed to remind him of that. Standing in front of him – a little to the side to make room for Seteth’s larger form – slender and calloused fingers wrapped around the base of his veiny, twitching length, Byleth wore his usual unaffected, blank expression but a gleam of excitement shined in his green eyes. A bead of sweat clung to his smooth forehead. The pace of his breathing was slightly accelerated, indicating that his expression might not be showing just how much enjoyment he was getting out of this. Sylvain could only stand to look up into that hungry stare for so long. He was used to people looking at him as though he was something to chew up and spit out once they drained everything they wanted from him. It didn’t really scare him anymore but…the way Teach was staring at him was starting to freak him out. It was like he didn’t just want to devour him…he wanted to completely break him.
Sylvain’s nervous gaze flickered over to Seteth, who was standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with Teach. Unlike Byleth, who was maintaining his blank expression, Seteth was having a harder time hiding his delight. Naked, pronounced lust danced in his brilliant emerald gaze. The corners of his full lips were turned up into a pleased smirk. Two bright spots of red dyed his normally pale cheeks. He had unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing the swell of his muscular chest. Standing straight up out of his loose trousers was a twitching cock that wasn’t as long as Byleth’s but was far, far thicker – big enough that one look at it instilled in him a unshakeable thought that he wasn’t going to be able to get that beast into his mouth. Still…Sylvain’s nervous gaze flickered back and forth between the two men. Wasn’t like insisting that was going to get him out of this.
“Are you just going to stare or are you going to prove to us that you belong here, Gautier?” Seteth asked in a low, irritated tone.
Sylvain jolted, his heart lurching. He had been, kind of, hoping that if he dawdled long enough, they’d realize how completely ridiculous this was and let him off the hook with the usual punishment. No such luck…huh? Sylvain swallowed with considerable difficultly. Looks like he didn’t have a choice. While he wasn’t that interested in becoming a Knight, he didn’t want to be sent back home. This place was a haven that he didn’t want to lose. If being allowed to stay here meant having to do something like this…then so be. Probably wouldn’t be the last time he’d be forced into being used, he thought bitterly. Least know he knew…just what kind of people Teach and Sylvain really were. No one would believe him if he tried to tell someone but he would know – that was all that mattered. He’d be able to act accordingly from now on.
That, however, was something to think about at an entire time – preferably when he wasn’t facing two cocks that weren’t going to suck themselves. Sylvain resisted the urge to sigh. Well, if he wasn’t going to get out of this, might as well get it over with as quickly as possible. Hopefully, getting them both off once would be enough. Pulling in a deep breath, his stomach clenching uncomfortably, he reached out towards Seteth’s heavy cock. He hesitated just before the tips of his fingers brushed against the twitching length.
Fuck…he was really going to have to do this, wasn’t he? Why couldn’t it have been Professor Manuela blackmailing him? Or, even better, Rhea? He wouldn’t mind slurping on some finely aged pussy as compensation for his “misdeeds” but sucking on two perverted men? This was the worst…
“Hurry it up, Gautier. Before we decide to change our minds.” Seteth growled, grabbing hold of his wrist. He yanked it in closer, forcibly closing Sylvain’s fingers around his shaft. A tingling jolt raced up Sylvain’s arm. He instinctively tried to jerk away but Seteth’s hold was like iron. Blinking benignly, Byleth bent down slightly to catch hold of his other hand, leading it to his penis, curling Sylvain’s hand around it. To his surprise, he moaned softly, giving his hips a slight buck to lightly drive his length through the limp ring of his fingers. The smooth glide of his burning hot skin wasn’t as disgusting or off-putting as he thought it would be. Regardless, he grimaced at the intense heat biting at the palms of his hands. Both Seteth and Teach looked big but holding their dicks in his hands…it was pretty obvious now just how stupidly big they were.
“Yeah, yeah.” Sylvain muttered darkly, shuffling forward slightly.
Get it over with quickly – that was all he could do at this point. Might as well tackle the bigger, more intimidating one first. Least he had some knowledge of what to do – having walked quite a few virgin girls through their first blowjob. Sliding his hand down to the base to hold Seteth’s dick steady, Sylvain stretched his mouth open wide. He sucked in a deep breath, filling his lungs to the brim with oxygen. Wasn’t out of the picture that this old bastard might get rough right away. If that was going to be the case, he didn’t want to pass out with a dick in his mouth.
He braced himself then popped the dripping, bulbous head into his mouth. A drip of salty precum splashed onto his tongue. Sylvain clamped his lips down around the thick shaft and pushed down, taking in over half of Seteth’s penis. Pronounced veins scraped against the insides of his cheeks. The taste of him trickled down his throat. From above him came a pleased moan, followed by a sharp pump of Seteth’s hips, driving his cock in a little bit deeper but, after that, he seemed to catch himself, holding still as though he wanted Sylvain to do the majority of the heavy work.
Sylvain blinked, staring blankly at the unruly mess of green pubic hair at the base of Seteth’s cock. He hesitated, asking himself if it was really necessary for him to further than this. All he had been instructed to do was suck them off. Nothing was said about deepthroating these bastards. It wasn’t part of the deal so it wasn’t like he had to do it. He could definitely get him off by just having this much in his mouth. Sylvain remained still for a moment then slipped down further, sliding along the slope of Seteth’s length. The head bumped against the back of his mouth, making him gag slightly. He paused for a moment, giving his stomach time to settle then continued to move, pushing Seteth’s cock down into his throat. Tears welled up into the corners of his eyes. His face was scorched, tingling with a violent heat that slowly spread out from his neck to his shoulders. His heart thundered against his ribs, creating hard beats that echoed throughout his body.
Oh. Well…this was surprise.
This…this wasn’t anywhere near as bad as he thought it was going to be. Yeah, his jaw was already starting to ache; the musky, salty taste of Seteth’s cock was more than a little overwhelming but this…it was actually getting him kind of excited. Tingling heat pooled in his groin, lapping against the back of his penis, which was already starting to get hard. Sylvain resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Really? He had an old man’s prick in his throat and he was getting aroused? He would’ve made the excuse that it was because he hadn’t gotten any for a few days but that was a flat out lie – he’d been in the bed of a lovely girl just last night. Wasn’t hunger or exhaustion causing this. Ah, never mind. He didn’t want to think about it. Best not to focus on the building heat churning inside of his belly…might have to start questioning parts of himself that he didn’t exactly want to shed light on. He just needed to get this over with.
Letting one hand drop away from Seteth’s cock to brace it on the smooth, polished floor, he began to slowly, clumsily bob up and down, sucking hard on the twitching mass captured between his lips. He firmly rubbed the underside with his tongue, pausing when he pulled all the way back to swirl around the head and tease the tip. Seteth moaned throatily, his muscular body shuddering. Broad, calloused fingers curled lightly into his hair – not pulling or pushing, just holding onto him. Oh? Did he like that? Did he like it when he touched the tip? Was he sensitive there? The corners of Sylvain’s lips turned up into a slight smirk. Fantastic – now that he knew Seteth’s weakness, he could easily get this bastard to come. Then, he could get out of here and track down an easy score – some girl that would spread her legs as soon as he laid on the compliments.
“Sylvain,” Teach murmured in a low voice, “me too…”
The tip of Byleth’s cock pushed against his cheek, smooshing it slightly. Sylvain groaned inwardly. Right, he had gotten so caught up in making Seteth cum, he’d completely forgotten about Teach. Well, his mouth was occupied so Byleth was going to have to settle for just his hand. Least he was already touching his dick. Didn’t have to overcome that hurtle. It was a little awkward to jerk him off in this position but wasn’t like he could move around that much. He’d just have to manage. Blowing out a breath through his nose, Sylvain slowed the motion of his mouth slightly so that he could better focus on Byleth.
He started at a quick rhythm, rapidly sliding up and down his shaft. It was slippery from the precum, making it easier to get a good momentum going. To his shock, as soon as he started moving, Byleth’s stoic expression began to melt away. A gorgeous pink poured into his cheeks, tinting them the same shade as Hilda’s hair. His cold gaze warmed up, sparking with a hungry lust that sent a strange bolt of tingly excitement racing straight down to Sylvain’s rock hard, aching rock. Byleth’s plush, full lips parted slightly, revealing a row of slightly crooked, though still white teeth. His chest heaved as the pace of his breathing drastically picked up. Moaning softly, he lightly closed his eyes, sooty eyelashes laying across his flushed cheeks. His thin brows drew together, creating a small wrinkle between them. He bucked his hips in time with the movements of Sylvain’s hand. Thick, pearly precum swelled up at the tip of his cock – almost as though it was being milked out of him by his firm, yet gentle grip.
Blinking rapidly, Sylvain paused in sucking off Seteth so he could stare up into Teach’s face. What…what the hell…? C-Cute…he…he was so cute-! Eh? Eh?! What…what was this?! How could someone as emotionless as Byleth suddenly become so stupidly cute?! Had he always been this way and he just hadn’t noticed? No…no way – if that had been the case, he would’ve heard the whole school talking about it. This…this right here…it was being allowed to see a side of Byleth that he didn’t show other people. He was being given a privilege right here. No, no, wait, wait…why was he so thrilled about that?! He shouldn’t be happy just because the guy who was blackmailing him into servicing him was so unbelievably cute while he was being forced to jerk him off! But…but…fuck…!
He moved his hand up to the tip, firmly rubbing his calloused palm against it. Byleth visibly shuddered, pressing his lips firmly together. He moaned softly, the swaying motion of his hips becoming more erratic. Seteth’s cock twitched in his mouth, as though it was trying to grab his attention but Sylvain couldn’t take his attention away from Teach. Did it feel good? Was he making him feel good right now? Certainly looked like it. What kind of face would he make when he came? What noises would he make? When was the last time someone touched him like this? Had…had he ever been touched or was Sylvain his first? Sylvain gulped hard against the sudden dryness in his throat. His cock was now a hard staff of throbbing, aching heat, straining up against the front of his underwear. Precum had soaked completely through his under drawers and was now creating a large stain in the crotch of his trousers.
Fuck…when was the last time he had been this outrageously turned on? No girl had ever gotten him this stupidly hot and bothered. He…he wanted to see even more. He wanted to make him feel even more! Messing with Seteth’s cock was fun and all but…fuck…! Seeing the usually stoic and emotionless Teach get so…so…excited was driving him crazy! Sylvain pulled off Seteth’s sopping wet cock with a loud, lewd slurp. Without any hesitation, he swallowed up Byleth’s, eagerly taking his long, thick shaft down into his throat. Crying out raggedly, his head falling forward, tendrils of dark hair hanging in front of his brightly flushed face, Byleth clamped his large hands onto the sides of his head. For a moment, he just stood there, visibly shaking as Sylvain waggled his tongue back and forth, gleefully staring up into that gorgeous face. He thought that maybe the sensation of his mouth might be too much for him but Teach exhaled shakily then raised his head, the corners of his lips curling up into a smirk. An electric shiver raced down Sylvain’s spine. A powerful throb of want pulsed in the base of his belly, hungry gnawing at what remained of his self-control. Teach…looking at him like that…like he was nothing more than a plaything…something to be used as though he was nothing more than a hole for them to pump their spunk into…why…why was it making him so excited?
“What a dirty boy.” He murmured, curling his fingers into Sylvain’s sweat soaked hair, “Were you that hungry for my cock?”
“It was already obvious,” Seteth said, sounding vaguely irritated, “but even more apparent now. To think the Gautier family would produce such a sordid, slutty heir. Barely even a taste and he already can’t get enough.”
Normally, hearing Seteth and Teach saying stuff like that would’ve made him bristle with fury but it was becoming increasingly harder to focus on anything other than the thick, delicious cock nestled in the curve of his tongue and the furiously throbbing heat pulsing harshly out from the base of his belly. Scooting even closer to Byleth, wriggling around a bit so he could slip even further down his cock, Sylvain pressed his nose into the wiry bush of darkly colored pubic hair at the base. Byleth gasped and shivered, that intense spark of lust burning even more brightly in his usually emotionless gaze. The pink dyeing his cheeks had darkened to a gorgeous hue of crimson.
Sylvain exhaled shakily. One of his hands crept towards his crotch, itching to give his suffocating length some much needed relief. The thought that he was about to jerk off to that hungry expression on his Professor’s face didn’t bother him much. In fact, it barely even crossed his mind. So much of his attention was hyper focused on Teach that it didn’t leave room for much else. He was…beautiful…more divinely, supremely beautiful than any girl he had ever chased. Sylvain swallowed around the length in his moan, earning himself another soft yet pronounced moan. The corners of his lips curled up into a dreamy smirk. More…more-! He…he wanted to mess him up even more-! He wanted to make him feel so good, there would be no trace of that dispassionate apathy left! He wanted to mess him up…to make that face sloppy, unrestrained and completely open, shameless and brazen in how much he wanted him! He wanted…he wanted to drive Teach wild with lust and pleasure-! He wanted-!
“Well.” Seteth’s husky voice broke him out of his thoughts. He stepped around Sylvain, stopping once he was behind him. Bending down, he brought his mouth close to his ear. Hot breath washed across his skin, making him tremble, “Since he’s so devoutly focused on using his mouth to service you at the moment, I shall make use of his other hole. You don’t mind, do you, Byleth?”
“Be my guest.” Byleth replied breathily without taking his hazy gaze off of Sylvain.
Before his muddled mind had a chance to try to make something out of what Seteth was saying, powerful hands gripped hold of his waist. He was effortlessly yanked up off the floor, held suspended for a moment then lowered down until his feet were braced on the floor. Bent at the waist with his mouth still firmly wrapped around Byleth’s cock, he could see nothing except for that unruly mess of pubic hair. The sudden shift in position caused Teach’s length to slip even further down into his throat. While he was distracted by the surprisingly good feeling of being suffocated on his Professor’s penis, Seteth grabbed the hem of his trousers, roughly wrenching them down to his ankles. Cool air slapped against his ass. His aching, sopping wet cock slipped free of his drenched upward, gleefully bouncing to stand up proudly, twitching with an obvious eagerness. Seteth whistled appreciatively, his startlingly hot, calloused hands cupping and kneading the rounded globes of Sylvain’s ass. He spread him wide open, exposing his tight, twitching hole. Sylvain’s eyes widened in surprise but he remained still, caught between the thrumming excitement pulsing in his belly and the quickly diminishing rage of what was happening to him. With each moment that passed, he found himself less and less able to be hurt, angered at being forced into this and more and more impatient to keep going…
More…more, more…it didn’t make any sense but he wanted even more-! Twisting around as best he could, Sylvain peered up into Seteth’s face. An almost deranged ripple of heat radiated out from somewhere deep inside him – coming from his head, his crotch, his chest. All semblance of dignified, elegance reservation was long gone from Seteth’s face. Every inch of his expression was dominated by a ravenous lust, an insatiable hunger that no longer lurked below the surface but howled its desire from above the churning water. He had always thought Seteth to be a man who wouldn’t be able to handle seeing his beloved’s ankle without fainting but no…this was a man who was going to destroy him, ravage him, leave him broken and aching, crying, sobbing for more…and he wanted it…he wanted it, he wanted it, he wanted it-!
Sylvain’s chest heaved. He would’ve wrenched himself off of Teach’s cock right at that very moment to beg Seteth to finally scratch this terrible itch if he hadn’t stepped closer, pressing the tip of his cock to Sylvain’s entrance. Those hot, strong hands clamped down onto his hips with bruising strength. Blunt fingernails dug deep into his sweat soaked skin. It was impossible to breathe regularly around the thick shaft of meat stuffed deep into his mouth but he would’ve been hyperventilating out of control right then. Sylvain’s heart raced out of control, running at such speed that it was nearly vibrating. In…inside-! He wanted Seteth’s thick, fat cock inside-! He wanted it inside-! He wanted that big thing inside him-! He…he wanted to be wrecked by it-! Screw any trace of dignity he had left-! He didn’t care anymore-! Inside…inside-! He wanted it-!
Smoothing one hand up the line of Sylvain’s back, Seteth curled his broad fingers tightly into his hair, bending down to purr into his ear, “Don’t bite Professor Byleth now.”
He resisted the urge to snort. As if – he was a master of keeping his teeth out of the way when he was getting deep into the throes of-!! Growling low in his throat, the sound almost guttural and inhuman, Seteth rammed his hips forward, driving his intensely fat length into his virgin ass. There was no shame in the sound he let out. Sylvain’s eyes crossed. His tongue slipped out between his stretched lips and Teach’s cock. All the strength vanished from his trembling legs. He would’ve gone tumbling to the floor in a twitching heap if Seteth hadn’t easily held him up. A radiant shaft of sizzling, bubbling pleasure coursed out from his groin, quickly overtaking every nerve in his body. He came with a howling shriek, the sound muffled and somehow made even more lewd by the obstruction in his throat.
A pleased peel of laughter came from behind him. Seteth dug his fingernails even deeper into his skin, practically crushing his hips as he firmly kept him in place. Byleth’s flushed, excited face swam in his tear stained vision. He brushed his fingers across Sylvain’s sweaty face, hungrily watching as Seteth slowly slid out then rammed forward again, driving the entirety of his length inside. The force sent him jolting towards Byleth, shoving his cock deeper down his throat. The bulbous head grinded against the underside of his belly. White tinged with flashes of gold and black washed across his eyes. A violent shudder wracked his body. He came again with a pitiful squeal, weakly bucking and rolling his hips. Milky strands of white splattered across the polished floor between his feet. One hand flew down to snake between his legs. He pressed the tips of his fingers to his stuffed full hole. A shriek of wild delight rippled through the dense cover of pleasure. So…so hard-! So hot-! It…it felt so incredibly GOOD-! His sloppy pussy was being stretched beyond its limit! It might’ve been his first time but it didn’t hurt at all-! It felt good-! No, incredible-! Seteth was so deep inside-! He could feel his heat in his belly-! This pressure-! This heat-! It…it was gonna drive him crazy-!
“Goddess wept…How could a disgusting rogue like you have such a delectable hole?” Seteth snorted, “Well, it doesn’t matter now. You will never get pleasure from a woman’s body ever again. Even if you recover from this-“
“Doubtful that someone as weak to lust and temptation as you will be able to.” Byleth piped up.
“You will always crave a man’s heat.” Seteth whispered, bending down slightly. He slipped a hand underneath Sylvain’s shirt, the tips of his fingers dancing across his skin to cruelly pinch one of his nipples, pulling a high pitched shriek out of Sylvain. Laughing huskily, he set a rough pace from the first thrust, rapidly slamming his cock in deep. Sylvain howled and wailed, squirming and writhing underneath Seteth’s weight. Precum poured out of his twitching cock, adding to the mess he’d already made on the floor. He rose up onto the balls of his feet, his toes tightly curling inside his shoes. GOOD-! GOOD-! FUCK-! FUCK-! This…this was better than any sex he’d ever had with a girl-! Cocks-! Cocks felt so good-! More-! He wanted more cocks-! He wanted to be fucked by their fat cocks even more-!
“Don’t lag, Sylvain.” Byleth gasped. Curling long, slender fingers into Sylvain’s sweat soaked hair, he smirked widely, “Put this pathetic mouth to good use and make me cum…It isn’t fair if you’re the only one feeling good. This is your punishment, after all.”
R-Right…! He…he needed to work hard to make them both cum as well! Clumsily grabbing onto Byleth’s hips, Sylvain used the momentum of Seteth slamming deep inside him to slide up and down Teach’s cock. It was almost impossible to focus as dense waves of pleasure crashed over him but after a few moments, he fell into a thoughtless, giddy rhythm of back and forth motion, sucking as hard as he could on the twitching length. Both ends felt so good-! The weight of Byleth’s cock on his tongue, against the chords of his throat-! Seteth’s cock grinding against his intestines; the prominent veins finding spots to scrape against the inspired bursts of electric ectasy that ricocheted up his spine to end up as a burst of violent fire in his mind-! His ass-! His throat-! Both holes were being messed up and it…it felt so fucking good-! Spreading his legs open a little wider, Sylvain used what leverage he had to smoosh his butt back against Seteth’s, urging his cock in even deeper.
Loud, wet squelches and slaps filled up the room. Seteth’s breathing was erratic – harsh and noticeable above the cacophony of bodily noises. Teach, on the other hand, was still maintaining an irritable level of calm, though his expression was exactly what Sylvain wanted. Messy, open and a far, far cry from his usual apathetic demeanor. Mouth hanging open, revealing a peek of his sublimely pink tongue, Byleth panted sweetly as he pumped and rolled his hips. Beads of sweat rolled down his darkly flushed cheeks. Soft hair clung to his skin. His bright green eyes gleamed with crazed lust. When their gazes met, Byleth smiled widely. Sylvain shuddered, a throb of pleasure wrenching him even closer to coming a third time. Eaten…he was going to be eaten...devoured, swallowed whole…
A delirious smile stretched around Byleth’s cock. Sliding all the way back, he teasingly rubbed the tip of his tongue against the slit, earning himself a ragged cry. A spurt of precum splattered against the back of his throat. He earnestly swallowed it down. Good…he…he wanted to be eaten…let them devour him until all of his past, his memories, his pain and grief was gone and all that remained was a hole that existed solely to service them. After all, what Seteth said was true…just the thought of going back to a woman, trying to find pleasure in their soft bodies made him inwardly cringe. There wasn’t a pussy in the world that could make him feel this good. No, he needed the hard, unyielding length of a man buried deep inside his slutty hole…he needed Teach and Seteth…Sylvain giggled drunkenly. Yeah…yeah, that was it…not so much an astonishing revelation that left him reeling but a simple realization of the plain, honest truth. He didn’t want to service any other men. He wanted…no, existed to be the cocksleeve, the personal toilet of these two – why else would his body take so readily to their cocks, as though he was made to have them inside him?
Knights, Church, war, fighting and Crests, girls and family…none of that mattered anymore. The only thing that meant anything too him was servicing the two gorgeous men make a mess of his insides.
Seteth suddenly cursed in a language he didn’t recognize. A powerful hand grabbed a handful of his hair, wrenching his head backwards. He slipped off of Byleth’s saliva drenched cock with a wet POP. He whined in disappointment, already feeling off and…and wrong without that thick length inside him. Byleth just smiled, not seeming at all bothered at having the hot hole removed from his penis. Snarling out another vague word that sounded a little like a curse, Seteth rapidly sped up the pace of his thrusts, violently smashing his hips up against Sylvain. With the obstruction gone from his mouth, Sylvain was free to wail and squeal at the top of his lungs. Cu…Cumming-! He was gonna-! He was gonna cum again-! And, if he wasn’t mistaken, so was Seteth-! A sloppy smile spread across Sylvain’s scorched face. Yes…yes, yes, yes-! He wanted it-! He wanted Seteth to cum in his pussy-! He wanted it-!
“Inside-!” He howled throatily, “Inside-! Cum inside-! I want-! I want it inside-! I want your cum inside-! Fill me up-! Stuff my slutty pussy full of your cum-!”
“Who taught you to beg like that?” Byleth laughed derisively. He curled one slender finger underneath Sylvain’s chin, tilting his head back so he was looking up into that rapacious expression. “I wonder what all the girls you’ve chased would say if they could see you right now. Do you not have any shame, Sylvain?” He snorted, “No, that’s a silly question, isn’t it? Despite all appearances, you’re just a cock hungry slut who’s finally been given his first taste of real pleasure. You aren’t capable of shame anymore, are you?”
Sylvain didn’t have an answer for that. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have been able to say anything other than a desperate plead. Not that it mattered. Just as his mushy mind was beginning to wrap around the question, Seteth growled directly into his ear. Sharp teeth nipped at the side of his throat. Smashing his hips forward, completely sheathing his cock inside his spasming hole, Seteth snarled out something he couldn’t hear. His length swelled up even bigger than a scalding hot burst of semen was flooding into him, splashing across the inner walls of his ass. Howling at the top of his lungs, eyes rolling back into his head, Sylvain came again. In…In…INSIDE-! SETETH’S CUM WAS INSIDE HIM-! He…he could feel his heat seeping into his belly-! There…there was so much of it-! He was completely filling him up with his cum-! Good-! Good-! Having another man’s semen inside him felt so good-!
Grinning devilishly, Byleth stepped in closer, wrapping a hand around Sylvain’s cock. He roughly jerked him off as he came, urging the pleasure on further and further. Wailing shrilly, his tongue hanging lewdly out of his sloppy, gasping mouth, Sylvain jerkily bucked his hips to drive his aching length through the tight ring of Byleth’s fingers.
“STOHP-! STOHP-! CAN’T-! CAN’T-! PLEASH-! PLEASHHHH-!” His back bowed. His head strained backwards. A half grimace, half grin dominated his face. A watery dribble splashed from the flared head but nothing other than that came out. His balls burned. A strange numb tingling spread out from the base of his crotch. He twitched and shivered in Seteth’s hold, cumming with a burning cold burst of pleasure. All the strength was gone from his body but despite the exhaustion lingering at the edges of his mind, he was far from tired. More…he wanted more-! He wanted his belly to be filled with so much cum, it would burst-! He wanted to be fucked by their fat cocks until he couldn’t walk straight for an entire year-! He wanted their cocks buried inside him until the muscles refused to forget their shapes-!
“You didn’t answer my question.” Byleth stated simply, pulling him back to the current moment.
Panting heavily, his eyes heavy lidded and unfocused, Sylvain weakly lifted his head to look up at Teach. A dizzy, dreamy smile touched the corner of his lips, “N-No…Why…why feel shame…when this is what I’m…meant to…do?”
“Good answer.” Seteth panted approvingly from behind him. “Our plan was just to punish you but,” he paused thoughtfully for a moment then flashed a mischievous smile, “what say you, Professor Byleth? Should we use this slutty body as our personal toy? It does irritate me to think of someone else making use of this delectable hole.”
“We certainly can’t leave him like this.” Byleth rolled one shoulder, “The whore will only submit to even more debauchery if left to his own devices.”
“It is decided, then. Now…you’ll put your slutty hole to good use and make Professor Byleth cum as well. He has been patient so-!” Grabbing Sylvain by the shoulder, he yanked him up. His back pressed to Seteth’s muscular chest. In a smooth, graceful movement that he just barely caught, Seteth dropped down, slipping his arms underneath his legs. Easily lifting him up into the air, spreading his legs open wide to expose his still stuffed full, sloppy hole, Seteth cooed into his ear, “What will you do to thank him for being so kind?”
Sylvain didn’t hesitate – not even for a moment. Reaching down, he spread his hole further. A delight shudder shook his body as Byleth’s hungry gaze dropped to eagerly watch the movement. His still rigid, dripping cock twitched. Inside…he wanted to be inside him…he wanted to fuck him, to mess him up! Sylvain giggled breathlessly, an excited grin spreading across his face. His heart thundered in his throat. Blistering heat coated every inch of his skin. More…he wanted even more-! This…this wasn’t enough-! He wanted to please both of them-!
“Pl…Please-!” Sylvain panted, giving his hips a little wiggle, “Use me…fuck me-! I want…I want your cock inside-! I want…I want both-! Fuck me-! Break me-! Break me-! Both…both-! Please-!”
A thunderous wave of heat rolled across Byleth’s face. The grin melted away. For one terrible moment, he thought that he had angered him by implying that he should fuck him alongside Seteth but then, Teach lunged forward. Mouth twisted into a snarl, his teeth tightly clenched together, eyes blazing with a raged lust, he brought the tip of his cock to Sylvain’s already stuffed full hole and, without any hint of gentleness, rammed upwards, cruelly driving it as well. Sylvain screamed, his head falling back. His tongue flopped around outside of his mouth. Hearts danced in his dazed, unfocused gaze. His cock bounced up and down as he was repeatedly slammed upwards by the force of their thrusts. His hands frantically found Byleth’s shoulders, holding on clumsily as they moved together, fucking him with a ferocity that snapped his conscience like a twig underneath a heavy boot.
GOOOOODDD!! IT FELT SO FUCKING GOOD-! He…he couldn’t get enough-! This…this sensation of being stuffed so impossibly full-! Stirred up, messed up deep inside-! Used like he was nothing more than a hole-! They…they weren’t moving in perfect sync, always leaving one thick, fat cock inside him…The pleasure was astronomical, beyond anything that mere mortals should be allowed to experience. Within a couple thrusts, he was cumming again, screaming his delight, his devotion to Seteth and Byleth as he dirtied the front of his rumpled shirt. A demented, lust laced smile remained a constant on his brightly flushed face. More…more, more, more, MORE!! HE NEEDED MORE-! WANTED MORE-! A powerful hand clamped onto the back of his neck. He was wrenched forward into a sloppy, possessive kiss. Byleth’s piercing stare bore through him as he furiously devoured his mouth. Squealing loudly, Sylvain did his best to return the kiss but all he could manage was clumsily sucking on the hot tongue that shoved its way between his lips.
“You’ll work hard for us, won’t you, Sylvain?” Byleth murmured against his lips.
“Yes-! Yes-!” Sylvain howled gleefully. For the first time in perhaps his entire life, he meant it with every ounce of his soul. He had been given a purpose, a reason for existing beyond just being a Crest holder. He was their slave, their toy, their personal cocksleeve…that was the only reason to continue breathing, living. He would spend the rest of his life kneeling at their feet, offering his overflowing gratefulness and relief for remolding his worthless life into something meaningful.
