Joyful Mysteries or, Doom, Domesticated. AtS ff, 1/?
Reading this might result in bodily harm.
Warnings: Tentacle!kink. Dubcon!m-preg. Established relationship. Threesome.
This part is ~1400 words of fluff and crack!porn of the Illyria/Faith/Wesley variety.
Dedicated to girlupnorth, also known as The Enabler.
Joyful Mysteries, or
DOOM, DOMESTICATED
The Annunciation
There were two women in his bedroom, and they were fucking. An everyday occurrence, and while his presence wasn’t required, it wasn’t unwelcome either, if he wished to join them. It wasn’t that he minded or envied them.
It was simpler than that.
They were making so much bloody racket he couldn’t focus for the life of him. He banged his fist on the wall.
“I’m trying to work here,” he called out, pleadingly. They didn’t dignify him with an answer. A couple minutes later, Faith was calling out Illyria’s name, and he was no closer to finding the answers he had been expecting to find in the volume through which he was browsing; even worse, he was distracted beyond hope.
*~*~*
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re PMS-ing, Wes,” Faith remarked, buttering her toast. “Or perhaps going through menopause…”
Wesley hid his face in his hands and felt like crying.
“Do not attempt to blackmail me emotionally, lowly human,” said Illyria. It was as close to a joke and a pat on the back as he would get.
“Is it that much to ask?” he repeated.
“It’s probably a stamina thing, he’s just not that young anymore, Illyria,” Faith explained patiently. “There are pills for that, Wesley. We don’t want you to feel excluded. Or you could, dunno, just watch us go at it every other time?”
“You misunderstand me on purpose, don’t you?” he replied, and left, slamming the door behind him. Faith shook her head.
“He’s so damn touchy,” she said. “Pass me the cereal, please?”
*~*~*
Illyria did not appreciate the humour of the situation. She would not have her sexual object of four years - one of them, anyway - second-guessing his priorities and daring to suggest that she “keep it down”.
“He’s probably having a complex. He can’t keep up with us, and he’s afraid we’ll substitute him,” Faith suggested, slowly stroking Illyria’s forearm. “Perhaps we should let him know that we still… you know, care about him.”
“He should be bound in eternal loyalty to me as his God and King,” Illyria proclaimed, as Faith’s fingers moved to caress her breasts. “I shall… reassure him, though,” she added in an afterthought a moment later.
Faith smiled and lent down to lick Illyria’s nipples.
*~*~*
It happened for the first time almost a year into their triangular arrangement. It was in the middle of the night, and they were in bed, all three somewhat tired from the day’s work; the sex was lazy and slow, him fucking Illyria, and Illyria caressing Faith in turn, all of them moving together in the dark.
The feeling of pressure between his buttocks was nothing new; he’d been fucked by them before, with fingers and more, Faith partly amused and partly aroused by how much he enjoyed the sensation of taking it up the ass. It took him a while to realize that their four hands were nowhere near his back, and his confusion almost turned into momentary panic, when he felt - something - warm, insinuating itself deeper, gliding inside him slowly but surely, filling him.
“What… what’s…” he asked, but then it was moving inside him with just the right speed and pressure. The question turned into a moan as it slid in and out, and he sped up himself, making Illyria gasp in response. He saw it then, out of the corner of his eye; blue and long, extending from her torso, reminding him of the first picture he had seen of her. On some level, it was pure power; her power and a shadow of her true form, fucking him. She turned her head from Faith to him.
“Now,” she commanded, and the combined sensations of him fucking her cunt and of her tentacle up his ass finally made him come. He kept moving inside her a moment longer, until she gasped and shook, her own orgasm almost simultaneous with Faith’s.
He fell asleep and didn’t ask about the tentacle until the second time.
*~*~*
He was quite certain something was afoot when Illyria and Faith requested his presence in the bedroom at a specific time next week.
“I have told you that I do not suffer from an erectile dysfunction,” he told Faith. She was looking at him expectantly. “This is simply about work, which I happen to be obligated to do…”
“Eight pm. Sharp. God-King does not appreciate tardiness.”
He wasn’t sure whom she was mocking, him or Illyria, so he simply promised to be there.
She squeezed him through his jeans as she was leaving.
“I do miss handling that, you know.”
He looked at his dictionaries. They looked back at him without compassion.
*~*~*
The second time the tentacle came into play, it wasn’t alone.
It was an early afternoon; they were staying at a hotel, taking a break from their investigation to clear their minds and, perhaps, reach new conclusions.
He was going down on Faith, who tried to stay focused enough not to break the rhythmic movement of her fingers sliding in and out of Illyria’s cunt, when he felt something touch his cock. He looked down to see a tentacle, blue and surprisingly attractive, coiling around him, and then felt another - lubricated, smooth and warm - slide between his buttocks, teasing him.
“Yes please,” he muttered straight into Faith’s pussy, but Illyria understood him well enough; he kept on licking and sucking until Faith came with a short cry of first his and then Illyria’s name. In the meantime, the tentacles moved slowly, never giving him enough touch or pressure. Only once Faith pushed his mouth away from her now tender clit did Illyria increase in speed; he held onto Faith’s hips as God-King’s touch overwhelmed his senses and made him gasp for air; she fucked him hard and fast, his cock buried in the warm embrace of her other tentacle.
He asked about the tentacles, but received no answers.
Faith, on the other hand, demanded to be ‘double-tentacle-penetrated’ the following time. He stopped counting the limbs from then on.
*~*~*
As he came into the room, the women exchanged a quick glance, and Faith nodded curtly.
That should have been a clue, but by the time it took him to think that something was wrong, there were already hands under his shirt and on his zip. Blood rushed downwards, leaving his brain with only just enough cognitive function for him to let Illyria lead him to the bed.
The three of them fell on the sheets in a heap of many limbs, some of them human-shaped, and some not at all. At first, he went on kissing and licking Faith’s breasts, while Illyria penetrated and stroked both of them; then, Illyria yanked at his arm, forcing him to lean closer, and then enter her.
His eyes flew open; Faith was caressing his back, her breasts pressed against him, while Illyria showed him how she wanted him to move; her hips rising to meet his strokes, her tentacle stroking him with growing urgency.
He felt her come twice, both inside him and around him, and he thought he heard Faith cry out quietly, but he wasn’t sure, his own orgasm overwhelming his senses.
They fell asleep pressed close together, Illyria back to her fully human form, Faith with a smile on her face, him lying between them, for once unbothered by the thoughts of translations and demonic possessions.
*~*~*
“I think you might have been right,” he said over breakfast, pouring himself coffee. “I must be working too hard - my back is starting to hurt every once in a while.”
Faith shrugged. She was never very verbal first thing in the morning.
“Also, I’m tired all the time.”
Illyria fixed him with a steady gaze. He buttered a piece of toast and put ham, cheese and jam on it. For some reason, the combination seemed appealing.
He raised his mug slowly, and Faith caught his hand just as he was going to take the first sip.
“You look like you’ve put on weight since yesterday, too, Wes,” she said.
Illyria smiled.
Wesley put down the mug and ran to the toilet to empty his stomach.
*~*~*
Warnings: Tentacle!kink. Dubcon!m-preg. Established relationship. Threesome.
This part is ~1400 words of fluff and crack!porn of the Illyria/Faith/Wesley variety.
Dedicated to girlupnorth, also known as The Enabler.
Joyful Mysteries, or
DOOM, DOMESTICATED
The Annunciation
There were two women in his bedroom, and they were fucking. An everyday occurrence, and while his presence wasn’t required, it wasn’t unwelcome either, if he wished to join them. It wasn’t that he minded or envied them.
It was simpler than that.
They were making so much bloody racket he couldn’t focus for the life of him. He banged his fist on the wall.
“I’m trying to work here,” he called out, pleadingly. They didn’t dignify him with an answer. A couple minutes later, Faith was calling out Illyria’s name, and he was no closer to finding the answers he had been expecting to find in the volume through which he was browsing; even worse, he was distracted beyond hope.
*~*~*
“Sometimes I wonder if you’re PMS-ing, Wes,” Faith remarked, buttering her toast. “Or perhaps going through menopause…”
Wesley hid his face in his hands and felt like crying.
“Do not attempt to blackmail me emotionally, lowly human,” said Illyria. It was as close to a joke and a pat on the back as he would get.
“Is it that much to ask?” he repeated.
“It’s probably a stamina thing, he’s just not that young anymore, Illyria,” Faith explained patiently. “There are pills for that, Wesley. We don’t want you to feel excluded. Or you could, dunno, just watch us go at it every other time?”
“You misunderstand me on purpose, don’t you?” he replied, and left, slamming the door behind him. Faith shook her head.
“He’s so damn touchy,” she said. “Pass me the cereal, please?”
*~*~*
Illyria did not appreciate the humour of the situation. She would not have her sexual object of four years - one of them, anyway - second-guessing his priorities and daring to suggest that she “keep it down”.
“He’s probably having a complex. He can’t keep up with us, and he’s afraid we’ll substitute him,” Faith suggested, slowly stroking Illyria’s forearm. “Perhaps we should let him know that we still… you know, care about him.”
“He should be bound in eternal loyalty to me as his God and King,” Illyria proclaimed, as Faith’s fingers moved to caress her breasts. “I shall… reassure him, though,” she added in an afterthought a moment later.
Faith smiled and lent down to lick Illyria’s nipples.
*~*~*
It happened for the first time almost a year into their triangular arrangement. It was in the middle of the night, and they were in bed, all three somewhat tired from the day’s work; the sex was lazy and slow, him fucking Illyria, and Illyria caressing Faith in turn, all of them moving together in the dark.
The feeling of pressure between his buttocks was nothing new; he’d been fucked by them before, with fingers and more, Faith partly amused and partly aroused by how much he enjoyed the sensation of taking it up the ass. It took him a while to realize that their four hands were nowhere near his back, and his confusion almost turned into momentary panic, when he felt - something - warm, insinuating itself deeper, gliding inside him slowly but surely, filling him.
“What… what’s…” he asked, but then it was moving inside him with just the right speed and pressure. The question turned into a moan as it slid in and out, and he sped up himself, making Illyria gasp in response. He saw it then, out of the corner of his eye; blue and long, extending from her torso, reminding him of the first picture he had seen of her. On some level, it was pure power; her power and a shadow of her true form, fucking him. She turned her head from Faith to him.
“Now,” she commanded, and the combined sensations of him fucking her cunt and of her tentacle up his ass finally made him come. He kept moving inside her a moment longer, until she gasped and shook, her own orgasm almost simultaneous with Faith’s.
He fell asleep and didn’t ask about the tentacle until the second time.
*~*~*
He was quite certain something was afoot when Illyria and Faith requested his presence in the bedroom at a specific time next week.
“I have told you that I do not suffer from an erectile dysfunction,” he told Faith. She was looking at him expectantly. “This is simply about work, which I happen to be obligated to do…”
“Eight pm. Sharp. God-King does not appreciate tardiness.”
He wasn’t sure whom she was mocking, him or Illyria, so he simply promised to be there.
She squeezed him through his jeans as she was leaving.
“I do miss handling that, you know.”
He looked at his dictionaries. They looked back at him without compassion.
*~*~*
The second time the tentacle came into play, it wasn’t alone.
It was an early afternoon; they were staying at a hotel, taking a break from their investigation to clear their minds and, perhaps, reach new conclusions.
He was going down on Faith, who tried to stay focused enough not to break the rhythmic movement of her fingers sliding in and out of Illyria’s cunt, when he felt something touch his cock. He looked down to see a tentacle, blue and surprisingly attractive, coiling around him, and then felt another - lubricated, smooth and warm - slide between his buttocks, teasing him.
“Yes please,” he muttered straight into Faith’s pussy, but Illyria understood him well enough; he kept on licking and sucking until Faith came with a short cry of first his and then Illyria’s name. In the meantime, the tentacles moved slowly, never giving him enough touch or pressure. Only once Faith pushed his mouth away from her now tender clit did Illyria increase in speed; he held onto Faith’s hips as God-King’s touch overwhelmed his senses and made him gasp for air; she fucked him hard and fast, his cock buried in the warm embrace of her other tentacle.
He asked about the tentacles, but received no answers.
Faith, on the other hand, demanded to be ‘double-tentacle-penetrated’ the following time. He stopped counting the limbs from then on.
*~*~*
As he came into the room, the women exchanged a quick glance, and Faith nodded curtly.
That should have been a clue, but by the time it took him to think that something was wrong, there were already hands under his shirt and on his zip. Blood rushed downwards, leaving his brain with only just enough cognitive function for him to let Illyria lead him to the bed.
The three of them fell on the sheets in a heap of many limbs, some of them human-shaped, and some not at all. At first, he went on kissing and licking Faith’s breasts, while Illyria penetrated and stroked both of them; then, Illyria yanked at his arm, forcing him to lean closer, and then enter her.
His eyes flew open; Faith was caressing his back, her breasts pressed against him, while Illyria showed him how she wanted him to move; her hips rising to meet his strokes, her tentacle stroking him with growing urgency.
He felt her come twice, both inside him and around him, and he thought he heard Faith cry out quietly, but he wasn’t sure, his own orgasm overwhelming his senses.
They fell asleep pressed close together, Illyria back to her fully human form, Faith with a smile on her face, him lying between them, for once unbothered by the thoughts of translations and demonic possessions.
*~*~*
“I think you might have been right,” he said over breakfast, pouring himself coffee. “I must be working too hard - my back is starting to hurt every once in a while.”
Faith shrugged. She was never very verbal first thing in the morning.
“Also, I’m tired all the time.”
Illyria fixed him with a steady gaze. He buttered a piece of toast and put ham, cheese and jam on it. For some reason, the combination seemed appealing.
He raised his mug slowly, and Faith caught his hand just as he was going to take the first sip.
“You look like you’ve put on weight since yesterday, too, Wes,” she said.
Illyria smiled.
Wesley put down the mug and ran to the toilet to empty his stomach.
*~*~*