Page 120 of Inextricably Tied

“You’re gonna give us everything,” Agony instructs. He tilts her forward toward Flint, almost close enough for them to kiss, until Harbinger gasps against his mouth. Agony drags his tongue over her cunt, trailing back against her ass, working her open as gold drips from his mouth.

She clutches at Flint like she wants to be under his skin, closer than this world allows. Agony pulls back enough to meet Flint’s eyes. “Everything you feel, I want you to share it. All your pain, all your pleasure: right now, it’s ours.”

There’s a flicker of hesitation in Flint. At the thought of overwhelming Harbinger, of letting every emotion spill into her. But all his restraint is subdued by the glassy want in her eyes, pain and joy and relief.

So Flint lets go.

The room fills with gasps. Harbinger grips Flint’s shoulders, burying her face against his neck the same time Agony’s shadows ripple. Flint lets everything flow through their connection, a swirling cocktail he can’t put words to. Emotions threaten to burst out of him, spilling into Harbinger, into Agony, until there’s no question how Flint feels about them both.

A drop falls onto Flint’s chest. When Harbinger pulls back, tears drip off the line of her jaw. He tries to staunch the flow of his emotions, to wipe the remnants from Harbinger cheeks, but she shakes her head.

“It’s good.” Her laugh shudders into a breath, hands holding Flint’s face like that day in the desert. “It’s green.”

Then she kisses him with everything he gave her. He doesn’t need a connection to know exactly how she feels. It’s evident in the shift of her hips. The insatiable drag of her mouth, drinking from him fully for the first time, lips swollen and reaching for more.

Agony pulls her back upright, tendrils framing her breasts while his mouth trails over the pulse in her neck. Both her holes are sloppy and slick, Agony’s spit leaving glowing tracks down her legs.

“You ready?” he breathes. Shadows curve against her hairline, Agony’s mouth against her ear when her eyes roll back. He toys with her head, tendrils teasing her clit until her desire drips onto Flint’s cock. He does his best not to rut up against her.

A shadow drags through her folds before it dips between her cheeks, making her arch in Agony’s grip. He works into her ass, spreading her over his shadow, plying her mind with want until her body relaxes around him. She’s supple and pliant in his arms, a heady smile on her face before she rocks back against him.

Agony presses a curse to her neck, tightening his circles against her clit until she squirms. “You take it so good for me, baby. Like I was made for you.”

Harbinger grapples for his tendrils, for Flint’s chest, but Agony doesn’t stop driving her toward the peak. “Come for me once. Come for me, and Daddy will give you more.”

And Flint gives her a taste of it, the sight of the two of them burning into arousal that slips through their connection. When her orgasm crests, Agony fights to keep himself from following her over, and Flint grips under her thighs to pull her to straddle his mouth.

“Let me taste that pussy while it’s coming.”

She whines as soon as Flint gets his mouth on her, shuddering as the waves crash. His tongue spreads over her cunt, reaching back to where Agony’s shadow works into her ass until Agony jerks at the contact. Flint doesn’t stop until Harbinger pries herself off of his mouth, and Agony’s entire being shivers.

“That’s fucking it.” Agony pulls her back against his chest, her eyes dazed and hot where they meet Flint’s. Shadows flutter over Flint’s body, stroking his cock before Agony sheaths Flint completely.

They both groan, Flint’s hips rolling into Agony’s grip as other tendrils withdraw from Harbinger. There’s not an inch of Flint’s dick that isn’t covered by Agony and his perfectly-molded shadows. Agony tries to center Harbinger over the two of them, but Flint pulls his own hips down, fucking shallowly into Agony’s sheath until Agony’s eyes roll back.

“You tell me when,” Flint murmurs, his eyes on Harbinger. She circles over both of them, brushing the shadows covering Flint’s head. Agony smears a groan against her neck at the sticky mess he’s made between her legs, hot and waiting.

“Please let him put it in,” Agony begs. Harbinger hums, swirling her hips in torturous patterns until finally, finally she nods.

Carefully, Flint guides them both into her ass. The pleasure is mind-numbing, Flint fucking into the tight hold of Agony, working them both into Harbinger. His cockhead barely fits past her tight ring, but she’s already rocking her hips for more. Her body yields under the tricks Agony played with her mind, the overwhelming slickness of his mouth, the taut velvet of his shadows.

Flint tries to keep his mind straight, but the sight of her head falling back against Agony’s shoulder is beyond words.

“I know, Daddy.” The corner of her lip twitches as she presses her weight onto Flint’s chest, working back against them both. “I know it’s good.”

They work her down with slow pumps of Flint’s hips, his thumb against her clit until she sinks as far as she can. Stretching over both of them, whining when more of Agony’s tendrils meld her hands to Flint’s chest until she can only take what they give her.

“That what you want, baby?” Agony murmurs. Her thighs tremble against Flint’s. Agony coils her hair around his fingers, lifting the sweat-slick strands off her neck. “I know it is. And we’ll always give it to you. Because good girls get everything they need.”

She swirls her hips, taking them deeper, all their bodies shuddering at the pleasure. Flint splays his hand over her stomach, slotting fingers between her breasts as he grinds up into them.

“You’re going to open up for me.” He rolls into her, intent to draw out every sound, and not just from Harbinger. Agony’s eyes burn into Flint’s with each thrust, with every word Flint speaks. “I want to know you. Every inch.” Flint’s hand shifts down to Harbinger’s hips until he can grip her and Agony at once, working them in filthy rhythm over his cock. “Let me see it.”

Agony and Harbinger dissolve into needy whines. Her nails dig into Flint’s stomach, Agony’s teeth in her neck when Flint’s tail snakes up behind them, curling tight around both of their waists. Binding them together until Flint doesn’t even have to move. He lifts Harbinger and Agony with his tail, bringing them back down against him until they’re a mess of whimpers.

He can’t look away from them, Agony’s shadows and Flint’s tail draped across Harbinger, as close as their bodies can get.

But not closer than their minds. Not closer than the connections woven between them, tangled and entwined, past the desire and swells of emotions. Agony presses his mouth behind Harbinger’s ear, loud enough for Flint to hear.