[—that is enooooooough...!]

Cecilia wailed in her mind, begging, keening, crying through the bond and made both Arkai and Eastiel freeze in place. Her body convulsed. Her thighs clamped around Oathran’s head with the force of a vise, and her back arched so sharply that the telekinesis holding her aloft flickered.

But Oathran did not stop.

He hummed against her. The vibration traveled directly from his throat into the swollen bud of her clit, climbing her spine like lightning and exploded behind her eyes in a supernova of white-hot pleasure.

His tongue never paused and his lips never relented. He simply held her there, suspended on the edge of oblivion, and drank, lapping at her overflowing slick, swallowing every drop of her arousal like she was the finest vintage ever poured.

The telekinesis held her steady even as her body convulsed, even as her hips bucked against his face, even as her fingers locked around his horns.

[Oathran—I’m about to—]

Arkai and Eastiel moved. They settled to her sides like twin flames drawn to the same fuel, Arkai on her right, Eastiel on her left, and seized her lips at the same instant. The three-way kiss swallowed her scream entirely. Eastiel claimed her mouth from the left. Arkai angled in from the right.

Eastiel’s textured tongue swept past her parted lips, brushing Arkai’s own tongue. He tasted of heat, his tongue curled around hers, stroking, tangling, pulling her into a rhythm that matched the relentless pace of Oathran’s mouth between her thighs.

Arkai joined from the other side. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips where Eastiel’s mouth was already joined to hers, and the sensation of both of them, both tongues, both sets of lips, both men breathing her air and drinking her moans, made her mind go white.

Arkai’s tongue traced the corner of her mouth, then slipped inside alongside Eastiel’s. The two foreign tongue danced, filled her mouth completely, tangling with each other and with hers all at once.

Saliva slicked between them. A glistening thread connected Eastiel’s lower lip to Arkai’s for the briefest moment before Cecilia’s tongue swept through it, gathering the shared wetness and drawing it back into her own mouth.

Under the Capital’s sky, everything was absorbed by the barrier, yet the bond transmitted it, broadcasting the obscenity directly into Oathran’s mind where he knelt between her thighs.

The dragon groaned against her clit. The vibration pushed her even higher.

[Cummi—right n—]

Her fingers tightened on his horns. Her knuckles went white. Her mouth started to gape open against her other two husbands’ lips, the scream building in her throat like a wave cresting toward shore.

Arkai sucked her lower lip between his teeth and bit, just hard enough to sting, and Eastiel licked into the roof of her mouth.

Until Oathran, beneath her, curled both forks of his tongue inside her at once and sucked—

She shattered.

[A—!]

White.

Through the bond, all three of her husbands felt it.

The world behind her eyes dissolved into pure, blazing, incandescent nothing. No thought. No shape. No boundary between her body and the frozen fountain and the grey winter sky and the three men who surrounded her.

The cataclysmic clench of her cunt around Oathran’s tongue, the white-out static of her mind dissolving into pure sensation, the way every nerve in her body fired simultaneously and left her suspended in a moment that felt like dying and being reborn in the same breath.

The ripple of her climax crashed through them like a wave, Arkai’s hand tightening involuntarily on her breast, Eastiel’s breath catching in his throat, Oathran’s fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her hips as he held her steady through the convulsions. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

For a single, suspended heartbeat, they were her, feeling what she felt, drowning in what she drowned in, each of them absorbing a fragment of her ecstasy and reflecting it back through the bond like mirrors facing each other into infinity.

[Aaaaahhh... sss...] Eastiel’s mental voice was the first to surface through the haze. [Good job... good job, Cecilia...]

[That was great...] Arkai’s voice joined his, low and warm and full of pride. His hand cupped her other breast. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, not to arouse but to comfort and help her wind down from the peak that had just consumed her. [You did so good... you are so good at this...]

Her body went rigid in pulses, aftershocks rippling through her in waves that made her hips jerk and her thighs tremble. Her back arched like a drawn bow, her spine curving into a crescent.

Her mouth, which had been slack with pleasure, stretched wide around a silent scream that both Arkai and Eastiel swallowed, their tongues still moving against hers, still tangled in that three-way kiss, drinking the cries from her lips even as Oathran drank her release from her core.

[Yes.] Oathran finally pulled away, his mouth releasing her clit with a soft, wet pop. His forked tongue emerged, twin tips glistening, slick with her essence, and lapped slowly across his reddened lips. It was somehow obscene and worshipful. [Good girl, Saintess... such a good, good girl.]

Cecilia’s body gave one final, exhausted shudder.

And then, even through the haze of her aftershocks, she blushed hard.

Because she just realized what they were doing.

Cecilia had never outwardly said it. She had barely admitted it to herself, that she rarely enjoyed being eaten out until completion. She did not know what mental block she had, what stubborn, invisible wall stood between her and that peak.

She had no problem eating them out. She could take any of her husbands in her mouth and work them to ecstasy enthusiastically. She liked to serve them. To please them. To control their pleasure. After all that was what her five stars skill was for.

But receiving?

Being served?

Letting one of these three magnificent, powerful men kneel between her thighs and devote himself solely to her pleasure, with no expectation of reciprocity, no demand for more?

Letting them taste her and tease her and bring her to the edge and then push her over it, while she did nothing but feel?

It felt good. So good. Too good.

But she just could not.

Not easily, perhaps. At least, not without a fight. Not without her body tensing up and her mind second-guessing and some small, stubborn voice in the back of her head whispering that she was taking too long, that she was being selfish, that she should hurry up and finish so they could move on to something that pleased them.

Perhaps it was a trust thing. Or self-consciousness. She felt weird being served, especially by these three men who had given her so much. To lie back and let them worship her felt... indulgent. Like taking more than her fair share of a gift that should have been distributed equally.

Her blush deepened to crimson.

What did she just realized, you asked? Well, it was the reason all three husbands were praising her the moment she came.

[She can reach it better now.] Arkai said in his mind. His fingers continued their gentle kneading of her breast, grounding her, but his attention had shifted to the silent conversation happening above her head. [I told you it is not just our skill. She also needs a bit of training to come with oral.]

[We need to do it more frequently.] Oathran nodded, his chin still glistening. [So she can come faster and get used to it. The mental block will dissolve with repetition.]

[Let’s take turns sometimes!] Eastiel said eagerly. [Give me more flight time. My tongue game is not as good as the two of you... so I need more practice!]

He sounded more like someone who had just discovered a new hobby and was determined to master it...

Cecilia’s face exploded in red.

So they discussed these kind of things behind her back?!

They were training her? Training her to be able to come via oral, like it was a skill she needed to develop—

These men—!

If the System was awake, it would’ve laughed at her.

[Let me...] She pushed herself up on her elbows, her legs still trembling. [Let me take you with my mouth next...?]

[Oiyoiyoi—] Eastiel suddenly panicked. The shift was so abrupt that both Oathran and Arkai began to snicker silently. [Nu-uh. No. Absolutely not. You want me to arrive in five seconds?]

His hands flew up in a gesture of surrender. His golden eyes were wide. [My cock is sensitive right now. You just came and my Peter felt it too. It is straining. It will explode.]

Oathran actually let out a silent wheeze now, and Arkai, still kneeling beside Cecilia, pressed his forehead against her shoulder to hide the way his lips were twitching.

[Now,] Oathran leaned in, lapping his forked tongue over her lips, [You should be relaxed enough to handle a Lion’s and a Dragon’s cocks together, right?]