Elio grabbed both of my asscheeks, squeezing and spreading them, exposing my hole to the air. A muffled moan escaped my lips and Zale threw his head back, grunting at the vibrations that carried up his shaft from my lips. He gripped my head tighter, clearly trying to hold himself back.

Elio’s hands fell away, and when they returned, he spread a slick substance over my opening before slipping an oiled fingertip into my entrance. I tensed slightly at the intrusion, but forced myself to relax. 

He paused at the first knuckle, giving me a moment to adjust. Feeling impatient, I pushed back against his finger, trying to push it further inside. 

Elio slapped my butt lightly and teased, “Are you so eager to have me inside you?”

My mouth was filled with Zale’s cock so I couldn’t answer, but I shook my hips, making his finger slide in and out of me. Oh yes, I was eager. Elio's promise that both of them would fuck me was still fresh in my mind. From the moment he’d said it, it was all I could think about. I wanted it. I was desperate for it. And, despite his teasing, Elio seemed to be just as eager as I was.

He added a second finger, stretching my tight opening just enough for me to feel a slight pull. Moving carefully at first, he allowed my hole enough time to fully relax again, then he started twisting and thrusting his fingers into me. Pleasant shivers ran down my spine. I hadn't expected that being touched back there would feel this good. It made me itch to try something bigger.

However, nothing could have prepared me for the white-hot current that coursed through me when Elio's fingers made contact with a certain spot inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head and my body went limp from the shock, leaving me loose and pliable.

Zale took that moment to put pressure on my head, pushing me all the way down his length. Overwhelmed by what Elio’s fingers were doing to me, I allowed myself to be pushed, swallowing him deep into my throat. It happened so fast that I didn’t even have time to gag, then suddenly my nose was pressed into the soft mound of fur above his cock.  

“Oh, fuck, Bryn,” Zale gasped, “you take me so well.”

Elio relentlessly pressed that spot as he continued loosening me. I rocked back on his fingers, letting Zale slide in and out of my throat. It was hard to breathe, but I didn't care. I gasped in small breaths whenever he pulled back, hungrily swallowing him back down as soon as I was certain I wouldn't pass out.   

Elio added a third finger, making me keen with pleasure as he stretched me further. Zale hands tightened, holding my head in place, and he started thrusting into my mouth with quick, shallow motions. His breathing became labored and he closed his eyes. A low growl reverberated from his chest, too guttural to be called a purr. I could tell he was getting close. But then instead of speeding up, he pulled back, withdrawing from my mouth completely. 

Saliva dripped from my chin and tears streamed down my face. I gasped and sputtered, eyes unfocused and jaw aching.  

“Zale baby, what happened to being gentle?” Elio teased, as he spread his fingers inside me, widening my inner passage, “I might have to punish you later.”

Ignoring Elio, Zale crouched in front of me and drew me into a messy kiss. He licked my face, lapping up the saliva that had leaked from my mouth. 

Elio didn’t appreciate being ignored, but instead of punishing Zale, he decided to take it out on me. He adjusted his fingers so they were jabbing directly into that spot, forcing me to break the kiss as I cried out from the extreme stimulation. 

“Ah! Elio!” I yelped, “There! Ahhh!”

I threw my head back, moaning with abandon as the pleasure built, climbing towards what should have been an insurmountable peak. Each rough jab brough me closer and closer until I felt like I might climax without either of them touching my front. 

Then without warning, Elio withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and unfulfilled. I whimpered at the loss and looked back at him, confused as to why he had stopped. He gave me a wicked smirk as he coated his cock with oil. 

He rubbed the slicked tip against my entrance and said, “I’m gonna fuck you now, Bryn. Isn’t that what you wanted? Tell me again. Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

“Yes, Elio. Please fuck me,” I begged, shaking my hips and presenting my ass to him.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt his thick head begin to breach my inner walls. It was bigger than three fingers, but it wasn’t that much of a stretch after all the preparation he’d done. 

“Good,” Zale coaxed me, running his fingers through my hair, “Just keep breathing. It’s going to feel so good soon.”

“It’s… so good,” I gasped, struggling to stay still, “already, so good. More. Ahhh, fill me more.”

“Don’t you worry, my sweet,” Elio purred, steadily sliding deeper, “I’m gonna fill you to the brim.”

Elio thrust forward, ramming the last of his shaft into me. I inhaled sharply, my eyes rolling back into my head. As he had promised, I was filled to the brim. This was exactly what I'd been craving. I began rocking in place, trying to create the friction I needed to stimulate that spot. 

Elio slapped my butt again, hard enough that the slap echoed through the room, and scolded me, “Not yet. Didn’t I promise you slow and gentle? And Zale calls me impatient.”

I groaned, feeling increasingly desperate, “Move. Please, I need you to move.”

“Like this?” he asked, slowly withdrawing, then sliding back in at the same agonizing pace.  

“Yes, mmm, like that,” I hummed, focused on the feeling of his thick shaft sliding in and out of my opening, “Faster.”

Zale captured my mouth and I sloppily returned his kiss, dazed and blissful. He tangled his hands in my hair and caressed my ears, both heightening my pleasure and grounding me.

Elio gradually began to pick up speed. Each thrust lightly grazed that spot, making me dizzy and incoherent, but it was subtler than what his fingers had done to me. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough to bring me back to the edge. 

He held my hips in an iron grip, preventing me from adjusting the angle to get more stimulation. Despite my desperation, I realized I might not be able to continue if I climaxed again. I didn’t want it to be over so quickly, not before Zale took his turn with me. So I let him hold me in place, embracing the subtle waves of pleasure that coursed through me, wishing the feeling could last forever. 

Zale ate my moans as he bit at my lips, occasionally breaking away to whisper in my ear about all the things he wanted to do to me. Each filthy promise sent a throbbing rush of pleasure through me, making me clench down on Elio’s shaft. Elio cursed and his grip on my hips loosened. He pulled out of me, still hard, and fell to the bed.

Between ragged breaths he gasped, “Zale baby, your turn. I need a moment to calm down.” 

Zale pulled his lips away from my mouth and claimed Elio’s spot behind me. He coated his length in oil, then used his fingers to push the excess inside me. Two fingers, then three, and that on its own was a bit of a stretch. Even his fingers were large.

His fingers prodded and stretched me for what seemed like an eternity, making sure I was ready for him. Then I felt his rounded head begin pressing against my entrance. The muscles around my opening stretched and strained, desperately trying to accommodate him. I groaned, pressing my face into the mattress.   

Zale rubbed my back comfortingly, whispering gently, “You’re doing so well. Let me know if it’s too much.”

I did my best to relax against the incredible pressure. Finally, he breached the tight ring of muscles and slowly sank into my depths. It felt like my insides were being molded to match his shape. Every little movement, even the tiniest pulse, sent shivers down to my toes. There was some pain, yes, but it wasn’t a bad pain. It was the kind of pain that made everything else feel even better. 

It took a long time, but finally Zale was fully sheathed inside me. He didn’t move right away, letting me bask in how completely he filled me. It seemed unbelievable that something so big could fit in there. He continued to rub my back, both of his large hands working to make me feel comfortable and relaxed. I didn’t need it, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I enjoyed his pampering far too much. 

“Lift him up for me,” Elio interrupted, reminding me that he was still with us. 

Zale wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up, the angle pushing him even deeper. 

“Mmmm,” I murmured incoherently, “so deep… feels, mmmm, so good.”

Zale ground his hips into mine, trying to somehow fill me more. I cried out and pushed back against him.

While I was distracted, Elio climbed under me on his back, his legs spread wide. Zale lowered me on top of him, and Elio grabbed onto my leaking member with an oil-slicked hand, guiding it toward his entrance. Once I was fully lined up, Zale thrust both of our hips forward, pushing my shaft into Elio’s waiting hole.  

“Keep going, my sweet,” Elio encouraged me, his voice hushed and heated, “I got myself ready while you two were preoccupied.”

I groaned in response and allowed Zale to push me deeper inside. The way his slippery inner walls accepted my aching cock was amazing. He was so hot and so tight, yet I slid into him so easily. Soon, I was buried inside him, fully encased in his warmth.

For a moment, it felt as though time stood still. There was nothing but Zale and Elio; their breath, their heat, the connection between us. How could this be anything but fate?

I felt like the luckiest man alive, blessed by the Gods to have escaped death not once, but twice, only to find my destiny waiting in a remote cabin beyond the borderland. I knew without a doubt that this was meant to be. We were meant to be.  

I was brought out of my reverie by Zale, who began to carefully move his hips. Each gentle thrust pushed me forward, burying my length deeper into Elio, who mewled with every small movement. 

As Zale became less cautious and began to move in earnest, it felt like lightning was shooting through my limbs. That alone would have been overwhelming, but with Elio’s tight hole wrapped around my throbbing member, I couldn’t even think. I was reduced to nothing but the overwhelming need that consumed me. 

Finally, Zale stopped holding back altogether and pounded into me, taking me hard and fast. His thick length slammed into me, leaving me breathless. The rough treatment was exactly what I was craving and I begged him to go even harder. 

My inner walls clung to his shaft as he pulled out until his head was pulling at my rim, then plunged back in, filling me completely. I moved my body in time, pushing back to meet Zale's thrusts, then plunging into Elio as he pulled back.  

Elio pushed his hips up to meet our movements, stroking himself and moaning, “Ahh, Bryn, you feel so fucking good. Mmm, just like that.” 

Elio's face was flushed, his hair a mess, but he looked like a fallen God laying below me on the mattress. He was so beautiful that it was almost painful, his mouth half open, panting and debauched.

Zale wrapped a large hand around Elio's neck and captured his lips. 

It was the kiss that did me in. It held so much passion, so much hunger. It was animalistic, feral, and full of need. I loved the way they wanted each other, even as they held me between them. It felt as though all three of us were fully connected, chasing after that perfect moment of shared pleasure.    

With a roaring cry, I emptied myself into Elio as he exploded all over his hand. Zale was right there with us, and after a few more hard thrusts, he released inside me. The hot liquid stained my insides, marking me, as Elio clenched around me and rode the final waves of his climax. 

Both of their hearts beat rapidly in time with my own. We didn’t separate right away, enjoying the intimacy of our connection. For this one perfect moment, we were a single being; three parts of the same whole. I had never felt so close to another person, let alone two at the same time. I didn’t want that moment to ever end. 

Eventually, Zale pulled out of me, leaving an aching emptiness that I knew I would feel in the morning. I didn’t mind at all. I looked forward to having something to remind me that this wasn’t a dream. 

I pulled my softening shaft out of Elio and collapsed beside him on the bed. He immediately snuggled up to me, placing his head on my chest, while Zale got up and grabbed a washbasin. To my surprise and pleasure, he let us lie there while he wiped us clean. He cleaned himself right after and lay down on the other side of me. 

Zale wrapped his large arm around both of us, resting his hand on Elio’s hip. Nestled between them, basking in the afterglow, I felt content and complete. We didn’t speak because no words were needed. I knew without a doubt that they felt exactly the same as I did. It wasn’t that I fit with them, but that we fit together. 

Which, of course, left me with the question, how was I supposed to leave them now?