Milve sighed as he headed for his cottage. He knew Losse would not have actually goaded him into trying the drakebloom nectar, but it did feel like a part of his duty as an Iesculan High Priest to do so.

Part of him was still amused by that – regaining his rank for abandoning the very temple that led to losing it in the first place. The Grand Priestess intended to visit the castle after the Golden Sun Feast, and he was certain she would have an earful for him. Strangely, the idea did not trouble him as it had before.

"Where are you headed?" Owren called out.

Milve looked over to see his partners both working in the garden before their cottage, his tail swayed as he walked closer to reply, "I was headed to my cottage. A new plant in the gardens produces an aphrodisiac nectar, which I was asked to try."

"Oh?" Beneford asked, glancing at Milve's tail and smiling before he asked, "Would you like some company?"

"If you aren't busy," Milve replied.

Owren groaned as he straightened and pushed his hands into his lower back to stretch. Then he sighed and said, "Could do with a break."

Beneford chuckled as he pulled off a pair of gloves, setting them on the ledge of a raised plant bed before he stepped over to Owren and wrapped an arm around the other man's waist, kissing his temple.

That was another thing Milve was enjoying – watching his partners be more bold with their public affection.

The priesti bunk house was not far from the human cottage, and it appeared they had the place to themselves. Though that was not surprising – Denos was likely transcribing in the library, and Sculos would be making carvings of Braelin's botanical drawings for the printing press. Beneford and Owren stepped into the washroom to clean off the dirt from gardening, and Rascal trundled outside to find its own amusement.

Milve undressed and lay on his bed with a sigh as he rubbed at his slit, his single-pronged cock slipping out with ease from his arousal. He felt light – perhaps a secondary effect of the nectar?

"Very effective?" Beneford asked – the first to join him on the bed.

"So it would seem," Milve agreed, carding a hand into the man's short hair as Beneford leaned over to kiss him. The priest reached down with his lower hand on the same side, running his fingers down the side of Beneford's cock before reaching further to rub at his slit.

"Should have brought more," Owren huffed, climbing onto the other side of the bed.

"Next time?" Milve suggested, breaking away from kissing Beneford. He took Owren's soft cock in his last free hand, gently stroking to stimulate it.

It was still odd for him to learn that Owren had the more common kind of human genitalia. No slit at all, the straight shaft that did not undulate, ending above a hairy sack. Beneford, on the other hand, had no sack – and his smaller cock sat above his slit. While his cock being external and above his vaginal canal was new to Milve, it was more alike to demon anatomy than Owren's set up.

That was the reason Beneford went only by his surname. His father had been uncertain whether he had a son or a daughter, and so waited to give him a name until his child knew. By the time Beneford knew himself that way, he felt his family name suited him best.

Beneford leaned over Milve's torso to pull Owren into a kiss as well – one of his hands sliding under Milve's to press fingers into his slit.

Milve groaned appreciatively – taking Owren's cock into his mouth as it began to firm and taking his hand away from his slit to tug his own cock. Owren grabbed one of his horns to lightly thrust with Milve's sucking, and Milve returned the favor of thrusting the fingers he kept clipped into Beneford's wet slit.

"Gods yer tongue," Owren said, resting his head on Beneford's shoulder as he panted.

Milve hummed an agreement, wrapping his long tongue around his partner's shaft the way he knew Owren enjoyed.

Beneford chuckled and said, "Let me get up top."

Milve removed his fingers obligingly, and Beneford straddled his waist, taking hold of his cock and pressing it into his slit with a sigh. Demon cocks being slick with cloacal fluid was apparently a great boon, as Beneford did not tend to get wet enough for penetration without oil otherwise.

Pulling off of Owren's shaft, Milve asked, "Fuck me?"

"Definitely effective," Owren said with a snort – as though they had not done this before.

Milve chuckled anyway – helping Owren straddle his torso facing away from him.

"Hello there," Beneford said with a grin.

Owren just snorted again – pressing his cock into Milve's vaginal canal before kissing their other partner again.

It was a gentle ride to climax for all of them, with Owren and Beneford coming to lie on either side of Milve afterward.

"I would have never imagined this," Milve said idly.

"What part?" Owren asked.

Milve chuckled and said, "Any. All of it."

Beneford chuckled as well, idly tracing nonsense patterns on the priest's torso.

After a few moments, Milve said, "But especially the peace."

Owren snorted and shifted more comfortably against Milve's side before he said, "Yeah. Peace is a hard thing to find when yer on the run. Even just in yer head."

Milve had told Owren of his past as well now, and he pulled his partner into a brief hug with the arms on that side of his body in agreement.

"I hope we're all done running," Beneford said, warm voice growing heavier with drowsiness.

"Yes," Milve agreed, closing his eyes to nap, "I enjoy resting more than I thought I would."

"Rest is always better after work," Owren said.

"So it is," Milve agreed, fully intending to enjoy the rest they were all keen to take.

"Come on, there's no one over here!" Ayelma said, towing Gaele behind her as she usually did.

Gaele chuckled as fos followed – fos was not entirely surprised she had decided to leave the Golden Sun Feast rather than participate in an orgy. Fos had only attended a few, since fos had only reached adulthood within the past two decades, and had yet to participate. Gaele just wasn't very comfortable with the idea of sex surrounded by strangers – especially since fos hadn't had sex with anyone yet.

Though the thought of sex with someone as pretty and confident as Aya did make fos tail sway as fos faced warmed in a blush they hoped wasn't too obvious. It was hard enough trying not to stare when she had pulled her hair up in braids and a bun, and her cropped white top and skirt split up the sides near her lower thighs looked so good on her.

As they reached the hangman willow in the Pond Garden, Aya released Gaele's hand and called up, "You kept it safe for me, right?"

Gaele found fos-self cradling fos hand against fos chest – Aya usually guided fos by the wrist, but lately she'd been grabbing Gaele's hand instead. Fos was really enjoying that.

Aya grinned as the willow creaked, delivering a large woven basket to her waiting hands. She patted the white leaved tendrils as she said, "Thank you!"

The willow patted her head – and Gaele's head as well, though fos knew it simply liked doing so to fos.

"Come on," Aya said, taking Gaele's hand again to lead fos to the gazebo. She dropped fos hand again once inside, and set the basket down before pulling out blankets – cushions falling to the floor as she did.

"Wouldn't blankets be better outside the gazebo?" Gaele asked.

"I have enough!" Ayelma replied, flashing fos a grin. It didn't really answer fos question, but fos didn't really mind.

Fos friend held one of the blankets up near an entrance, and asked, "Can you hold this up to cover the door, please?"

The iron ivy obliged – curly-ended tendrils lifting the blanket higher and holding it across the door. Aya repeated this with two more blankets at the other doors, and another three over the arched openings.

"Um, Aya?" Gaele asked.

"Yeeees?" she asked in sing-song, pausing her humming as she laid another blanket on the floor and pulled the cushions over it.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh," she said, blushing, "Yeah, I should have asked first, huh?"

"Asked what?" Gaele asked, distracted since fos did not think fos had ever seen her blush before and thought she looked very cute.

"If you actually wanted to have sex or not," she replied, sitting on one of the cushions.

It took a few moments for Gaele's brain to process the reply. When it did, fos tail swished as fos face went hotter than fos could ever remember, and fos squeaked, "What?"

Aya laughed, leaning forward to grin up at fos as she said, "I mean, I asked you to the feast because I like you, Gaele. And I thought sex with you would be fun – but we don't have to! I just thought you'd be more comfortable out here than in one of the orgies."

Gaele half fell into sitting on one of the cushions, wincing at the way it still made fos tailbone ache. It took fos a few tries to say, "You… like… me?"

Aya groaned, head hanging as she said, "Damn it! I hate when Meir is right!"

"Huh?"

"I thought I was so obvious about liking you romantically," Ayelma went on with a sigh, resting her chin in her hand, "but you really didn't realize it. I should have said it more clearly."

Gaele's mouth felt full of rocks fos was trying to speak around as fos mumbled, "Um… I…"

"Gaele," Aya said, clapping her hands against the sides of fos face as she made fos look at her, "I like you, and I want to court you romantically. Do you want to court me?"

"Yes," Gaele said, finding a one-word answer much easier than sorting fos own thoughts into some kind of order.

Aya grinned brightly as she asked, "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Yes. Please?"

Aya laughed, her head bumping into Gaele's chest. Before fos could come up with a reply, she rose again and kissed fos.

Before, Gaele's head was full of too many thoughts to settle on just one. Now? Now there were no thoughts at all.

"You're so cute!" Aya said, kissing fos again before she sat back and pulled her top over her head.

"Oh," Gaele said, "Ah…"

"Here," Aya said, taking fos wrists and gently pressing fos hands to her breasts, "It's alright – I know you haven't had sex before, remember? I'll talk you through things, just try touching me how you like."

"Right," Gaele said, with a sigh of relief. Fos found fos eyes on Aya's breasts as well – they were a little bigger than fos could hold in fos hands, and soft. Gaele hesitantly gave them a gentle squeeze, a little mesmerized by the way they squished and jiggled. Fos tried rubbing her dark nipples – fos was pretty sure that's what someone was supposed to do?

Aya chuckled again and said, "See? That feels good – you'll be great at this!"

Gaele laughed in surprise, looking back up at her face as fos said, "I'm not really doing anything…"

"You're trying to make me feel good, right?" Aya asked, leaning up to kiss fos again, "That's something, Gaele."

Gaele stopped thinking as much as Aya kept kissing fos, straddling fos waist and undoing the shoulder clasp on fos tunic so she could tease fos nipples as well.

"They're so much tougher than mine!" Ayelma said when she pulled back, "Does this feel good?"

"It does, a little," Gaele said, face still warm. Fos could feel fos cock pressing against fos slit, but wasn't sure how to bring it up. Aya's warmth and weight right in fos lap felt very nice, though. Realizing what fos had said, Gaele's face went warmer again as fos started, "Um, not that-!"

"Different things feel good for different people," Aya said with a laugh, letting her hand slide down fos torso. She sat back and started undoing fos belt as she added, "We're still figuring out what works for us – and I won't know what feels good for you if you don't tell me."

"Right," Gaele agreed, moaning as Aya pressed her fingers into fos slit – causing fos cock to evert. Gaele loved the way she did that – reassuring fos and encouraging fos to speak up for fos-self. She was so confident in herself, but paid attention to other people, too.

"Oh, so we could have kids," Aya said, taking Gaele's pronged cock in both her hands.

Gaele choked on air as fos came in surprise.

Aya laughed so hard she snorted, and said, "I'm glad you… like the idea… but… I didn't… I didn't mean now!"

Gaele groaned, burying fos face in fos hands as fos laid back on the blanket in embarrassment.

Ayelma scooted forward on fos lap, laying on top of fos as she said, "Gaele."

Gaele forced fos-self to peek at her.

Her grin was brilliant as always as she said, "That was really sweet."

Gaele rubbed fos hands against fos face – but couldn't stop the smile that spread across fos face.

"Can I try and make it big again?" Ayelma asked.

Gaele nodded, and gasped when fos felt hot flesh rubbing over fos still half-everted cock. Fos let fos hands drop – then hesitantly reached out to put them on Aya's hips.

"You're the prettiest person I've ever known," Gaele said, just feeling the way Aya moved her hips over fos waist.

"I know," Aya grinned, "You only try not to stare at me, like, all the time."

Gaele chuckled, face warming again as fos said, "You're also the most incredible person I've ever met."

"You mean besides Jurao?" Aya asked.

"Aya."

She snort-laughed again, and leaned down to kiss fos.

Before meeting Petty Prince Oresti, Invaokka believed a lot of shitty things about inspired demons – and by extension, humans.

But it was really fucking difficult to see inspired demons as inherently weak when you watched one stick his hand in a wyvern's acid-filled mouth to remove a rotted tooth by feel alone. Especially when he didn't give a shit what some arrogant lordling thought about him in the least. Or even what the petty prince he would marry thought about him.

Some old habits died hard – he and Deyk had been butting heads for centuries. He had a new respect for how hard Deyk had worked to get to where he was today – but it was hard to stop fighting with him. Especially when he started acting like Exmarre's loyal hound because the petty prince had been the one to recognize his talent and hire him as a personal guard along with Invaokka – which Exmarre himself disliked, even.

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"Um, so," Kylse said, rubbing the back of his neck, "We don't… I mean, if the two of you don't want to-"

Invaokka sighed through his nose. He liked Kylse. Oresti had weakened his convictions, and Kylse had shattered them. Invaokka had thought humans loved magic, and were only cruel to demons for no reason – Kylse disproved both those beliefs.

"Deyk," Invaokka said.

Deyk looked at the ceiling as he held back a sigh and asked, "What?"

"Kiss me."

Deyk looked at him like he'd grown a second head. He'd done his white hair half up with feathers and drooping pins in it, wearing only a sheer white-cloth skirt with a ring of rainbow-dyed tassels. Clearly, an appeal to Exmarre's fashion sense, though more reserved.

Kylse's mouth fell open. He was sitting on the bed in their little enclosure, his guards standing on the side in front of him. Of course, Kylse didn't want the two of them to force themselves to be intimate if they hated each other. But Invaokka didn't hate Deyk – he was pretty sure he'd respected Deyk from the first time they met, but he was too convinced that the things he'd been taught about inspired demons and humans were true to admit it. Too worried about trying to earn his father's approval, even when he'd never done anything good enough for him.

It didn't make his bullshit right. But he wouldn't get anywhere if he didn't try to stop doing what he'd been doing, and Kylse liked him and Deyk.

Deyk glanced at Kylse – then sighed and said, "Don't tell me what to do."

Then he grabbed Invaokka's bull horns to pull him down into a searing kiss. Invaokka shoved his tongue back against Deyk's with a growl, but it would be a lie to say he didn't approve of the challenge of Deyk's method.

Invaokka wrapped an arm around Deyk's waist and tossed him up on the bed next to Kylse.

"Ass," Deyk muttered – then gently reached out to Kylse, leaning up to cup their human prince's face.

Kylse's hazel eyes were wide as he looked between the two of them. After a moment, he swallowed – and hesitantly leaned over Deyk.

Deyk pulled him into a much softer kiss. It was hesitant and awkward – but as far as Invaokka knew, it was Kylse's first time kissing anyone. Deyk eased him into it – unhurried and warm, wrapping his arms around Kylse's shoulders as they continued.

Invaokka just watched them for a few moments – tail swaying, still surprised by his own enjoyment. Kylse was so small – smaller than Deyk's seven and a half feet, smaller even than Prince Ergirri's six feet of height. It made Invaokka extra cautious as he lightly placed his hands on Kylse's back – adding more weight as he dragged them down the cloth top to grasp Kylse's ass.

Kylse made a noise of surprise – gasping as he broke away from kissing Deyk.

"I'm not planning on fucking you, Kylse," Invaokka said, surprised by the softness of his tone, "but I was planning on using my mouth and hands."

"O-oh," Kylse said, looking back at Invaokka over his shoulder. He nodded and said, "That's… yeah."

Invaokka nodded back and got down on one knee as he flipped up the skirt his prince wore and pulled his genital cover down.

"Come here," Deyk said – and by sound, he pulled Kylse back into kissing.

Invaokka started with Kylse's cock – wrapping his tongue around the hardening shaft and holding his prince's ass to keep him still as he sucked and licked. He alternated between the shaft and the balls – the sexual education lesson from the royal healing wards had said both were pleasurable, and by the way Kylse started moaning and trembling, Invaokka was glad he'd asked about it.

Invaokka's cock was starting to evert when he pulled back – mostly as Deyk had reached down to undo Kylse's belt and pull his skirt away. The beastly demon noticed that Deyk's cock was also everted, writhing under his skirt, the cloth dampening over it.

Gently pumping Kylse's cock with one hand, he considered before he set his other hand on Deyk's knee.

Deyk shifted his head to the side to catch Invaokka's gaze, then rolled his eyes and went back to kissing and sucking at Kylse's neck and shoulder – one hand reaching down to pull his skirt out of the way, his single-pronged cock flopping up and over as it met with air.

Invaokka huffed softly, but let his hand glide up Deyk's thigh as he applied his tongue to Kylse's back hole. He let Deyk's cock twist around his fingers before he gently pressed into the inspired demon's cloaca – pressing his tongue into Kylse's hole at the same time.

Kylse came quickly from the tonguing, body seizing up with a gasp as he did.

Deyk batted Invaokka's hand as Kylse collapsed into his chest, and Invaokka removed it as he stood once more.

Even in the low light, Invaokka could make out the switch scars across Kylse's back with his top removed. The punishment he'd received from his human parents when he used magic, no matter that suppressing magic use only made sporadic bursts more likely.

Invaokka leaned over and wrapped his arms around both Deyk and Kylse, making Deyk half growl and Kylse yelp in surprise as he moved both to the center of the bed before lying beside them. He pulled Kylse across his chest to kiss him as well.

Kylse moaned softly into his mouth, relaxing over his chest.

Invaokka looked up at a touch on his stomach.

Deyk looked to the side, then huffed and straddled Invaokka, holding his cock back.

Invaokka snorted – and reached out with his free hand to hold Deyk's hip. He growled as Deyk's cock wrapped around the fork of his, pulling it into his vaginal canal.

Kylse flinched at the sound, pushing up enough to see what was happening – and his mouth fell open as his eyes landed on Deyk.

"Don't say anything," Deyk and Invaokka said at the same time – then both growled at each other and groaned as the action made Deyk squeeze Invaokka's cock harder.

Kylse snorted with the strained sound of a suppressed laugh – which he managed to hold back, but he did say, "Aya was right," before clapping a hand over his mouth.

Invaokka sighed – but his ire for Kylse's new friend could barely form when she'd helped him feel so much better about being a mage. So he pulled Kylse back into a kiss and chose not to give the thought any more attention for the time being.

Gnori used to believe he was prepared for anything that being Captain of the Guard could throw at him.

He'd stopped believing that when Braelin had been made Royal Gardener.

So Maenscul themself gently rubbing one finger inside of Petty Prince Malson's slit while using only the tip of their tongue to toy with the human man's tongue?

No. Actually. He wasn't unprepared enough for that, either.

"Enjoying the view, Captain?" Goyl asked lowly, fingering Gnori's vaginal canal with one hand as the other wrapped around his torso to toy with his chest.

Being seated in the lord's lap as the Grand Priestis of Maenscul sucked both their cocks was another thing he couldn't have predicted – but it wasn't like he'd ever been accused of much of an imagination.

"It's-!" Gnori groaned as Goyl bit his ear, their cocks and Losse's tongue all twisting together pleasantly before he added, "Good."

Losse pulled away, wiping at eir chin before e asked, "Would you like me to fuck you, Captain?"

Gnori nodded – it had been a while since he had a partner, and longer since that partner had a pronged cock. He usually ended up with other guards during the feast, and most of them tended to be more… single-minded about release, as he was. Goyl and Losse were equally unhurried and teasing, and it made him uncertain how to respond.

Losse pulled Gnori's cock away from Goyl's to wrap around eir smaller prong, leaning into the solid guard captain as his single-pronged cock pulled eir in – Goyl helpfully keeping his slit spread open in the process.

As Goyl and Losse kissed over his shoulder, his eyes were drawn back to Maenscul and Malson. He did like the human petty prince – he was… ugh. Sure, being outshouted made his stomachs twist up in weird ways, but Malson was also brazen and self-assured, knew exactly how to move in combat… and could get just as easily flustered as Gnori out of it. He was smart and good with his words – Reaches-style poetry was difficult for Gnori to even wrap his head around, and Malson could do it on the fly in a duel.

Gnori was used to being underestimated and looked down on – but Malson didn't even seem to notice when others did so to him, simply because he did not care if they did. Which the captain also admired. And all that just meant that Gnori's initial attraction had grown over time, and the bigger it got, the more difficult it seemed to put to words.

"I think the guard captain is distracted, Your Grace," Goyl said lowly.

"I think you are rather pleased with his distraction," Losse replied in amusement, "and that Maenscul has positioned Petty Prince Malson in their lap in a manner that is better for others to see him."

Gnori's eyes snapped up to the god's face at that – and he flinched when he found his eyes meeting Maenscul's.

Maenscul pulled their tongue away from Malson to chuckle and say, "You aren't my grand priestis for nothing, Losse."

"Huh!?" Malson asked, panting and looking a bit dazed.

"I was thinking we could use more company," Maenscul replied with a grin, "Such as Gnori."

Malson blinked a few times, then cleared his throat as his pink cheeks went redder and he said, "I'm! Good with that!"

Maenscul chuckled again – and turned their gaze back to Gnori, holding out one of their hands.

Losse pulled back, and Gnori huffed at the feeling of eir cock leaving his cloaca. With only a moment of hesitation, the guard captain did take Maenscul's hand – Goyl pushing him up to his hooves.

Maenscul chuckled, and easily lifted Gnori into their lap with two hands – shifting Malson with two more, so the human petty prince's back rested against their soft stomach, and Gnori straddled their thighs facing both. And between were Maenscul's cock – though the fork in their cock creates two equally sized prongs, so it was perhaps more accurate to say cocks. Gnori was also pretty sure they could control their cocks in a way mortals could not – as both forks moved to rub up against Malson and Gnori's slits in a way that made both of them groan as the rest slid up their torsos.

"If you would both oblige me," Maenscul said – one hand tugging Gnori's tail up in a way that made him fall face forward into their breasts.

Malson huffed – now squashed between them – and said, "Do I need to work to keep your cock in my mouth or can you shove it in there!?"

Gnori heard Goyl quickly suppress a laugh from the dais below as he found his hands gripping the two breasts under those at the level of his face. He leaned back enough to look down – and cautiously licked the tip of Maenscul's cock as he tried teasing two of their nipples.

Maenscul's cock slid into his mouth in a way he knew had to be controlled – especially when it twisted around his tongue and started shallowly thrusting as the bump near the base pressed to rub against his vaginal canal more directly. Maenscul's body was warmer than he expected – like a warm, sunny day without being too hot. Their cock made his mouth tingle in a pleasant way, and when he felt rubbing against his ass, he nodded – moaning as what he suspected to be a large finger was pressed inside.

He flinched when he felt hands on his own chest – much smaller hands. He tried to sit back more, and Maenscul released his tail to make it easier for him to do so.

The other prong of Maenscul's cock was fucking Malson's mouth more roughly, and the human man's hips bucked with the base of the cock rubbing against his slit. As Gnori sat back, their hips pressed closer – and the captain groaned as Malson bucked against him by chance.

The part of Maenscul's cock bent under Gnori pushed up into him, and made the press of the mortals' hips against each other easier. Though it also helped that Malson shifted his position to purposefully buck into Gnori with the god's actions.

Which made Gnori feel a bit lightheaded with all the very pleasant godly attention he was already receiving.

"Should I fuck the two of you?" Maenscul asked, pulling their cocks out of both their mouths.

"Fuck yeah, you should!" Malson replied – which caused more laughter nearby.

Gnori was only half-noticing as he caught his breath enough to say, "Yeah."

Malson's eyes shifted from looking up at Maenscul to Gnori – and his face flushed at whatever he saw.

"Excellent!" Maenscul said brightly – and lifted Malson by the waist to be eye level with the captain, their cock rapidly sliding under Gnori and against his slit in a way that made him moan in a small peak.

"Damn," Malson said – softly. Then he cupped Gnori's face and kissed him.

Gnori made a small pleased noise at the motion – then pressed his tongue into Malson's mouth with a moan as Maenscul's cock pressed into him. Malson returned the kiss surprisingly well for having such a short and soft tongue, wrapping his arms around Gnori's neck as the captain imagined Maenscul did the same to him.

I've been overthinking this, Gnori thought, finding his own arms grabbing Malson's waist. He already knew that, but it felt even more fucking obvious now.

"Hey," Malson said, still soft as he pulled back to look Gnori in the eye, "I like you."

Gnori hissed and groaned, pressing his forehead against Malson's as he clenched around Maenscul's cock in surprise.

Maenscul chuckled and gently stroked his hair.

Gnori's tail swayed as he said, "I like you, too."

"… I think we've been set up!"

At Maenscul's laugh – and the laughter of others in the room – Gnori's tail swished in pleased embarrassment as he realized the same thing.

"You know," Alae said, "It's very flattering how your eyes have not left my body since we started."

Quinesti cleared his throat, face feeling warm at the statement. It was true, though – he hadn't been able to look away from his partner for the night for long. Especially when the King's secretary had surprised him by electing to attend the feast being held jointly by the two smithing and stonemason departments rather than the royal one.

He still couldn't believe it. Nevve's blank-faced nephew being the King. He'd thought the kid was slow when they were both apprentices – not that he ever said it out loud. Even when Nevve wasn't head of the Civil Smithy, she would have given him a good thump upside the head for it – and he would have deserved it.

Quinesti knew he was often jealous of Jurao – not when they were kids, but when Jurao had joined the army and they both started on their paths as adults? Yeah, jealousy came easy then – mainly because he didn't get how someone even less charming than himself managed to attract the attention of so many important people. Him being jealous of Feyl's smithing while being pretty as fuck didn't help, either, since they were friends and it made him jealous of both of them more.

He'd been working on that shit, though. Ivali had given him a good sit-down where he'd told Quinesti he was never going to find a partner if he was walking around being a bitter ass all the time – and given the older man had five long-term partners, Quinesti was pretty sure he knew what the fuck he was talking about.

And, if having Alae as his partner at the Golden Sun Feast was anything to go by, the advice was definitely working.

"I mean," Quinesti said, eyes traveling down Alae's body again.

Alae was straddling Quinesti's lap – their dual-pronged cocks tangling about each other as the secretary stroked down Quinesti's tail with one hand, the other lazily thrusting fingers into the bottom of the blacksmith's slit.

Alae was gorgeous. A bit thin for other demons, but Quinesti liked the lean look. Liked the way Alae took charge in their encounters and teased him so confidently. Liked how he'd chosen to wear only a sheer cloak, and how it made others stare. Liked knowing that such a pretty, confidant man who could have been the center of attention at their orgy instead chose to only engage with Quinesti.

Alae laughed and asked, "Did you forget you were speaking?"

Quinesti cleared his throat again in embarrassment.

Alae chuckled again and said, "How about you get on your stomach for me?"

"Yeah," Quinesti replied, feeling a bit lightheaded as his partner backed up for him to do so. He growled as Alae used the fingers coated in his own cloacal fluid to thrust into his ass – though only a few times before he spread the entrance enough to press his cock inside.

He couldn't really look at Alae with the inspired demon's cock writing in his ass from behind, but that didn't make the man less distracting. Alae rubbed the area just under Quinesti's tail, pressing the appendage up in a way that made the blacksmith clench harder against his cock.

"I've been thinking," Alae said casually, leaning over his partner's back – and pressing Quinesti's tail up further.

"Y-yeah?" Quinesti asked, vision swimming a little at the pleasure-pain sensation of it. That was another thing he liked – Alae treating him like the sturdy trollish demon he was, even with his preference for being more submissive during sex.

"Did you still wish to court me?" Alae asked – pressing forward enough to bite Quinesti's ear.

Quinesti nodded with a little moan as Alae's cock brushed against his sweet spot.

Alae released his ear to ask, "Romantically?"

"I, uh… yeah?"

"I think that would be fun," Alae said, leaning back so he could lift one of Quinesti's legs over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" Quinesti asked, now able to meet his partner's deep-blue eyes again as he shifted onto his side.

"Yes," Alae agreed, with one of his warmer smiles, "I don't feel it often, but I think we have something. I want to see where it goes – what do you think?"

"I think you could ask me just about anything right now and I'd agree," Quinesti said, honestly.

Alae laughed and replied, "You're right – this isn't very fair of me at all!"

Quinesti liked making Alae laugh the way he did now – not a polite court laugh, but a genuine one. Usually catching him by surprise with something Quinesti thought sounded stupid once he heard it come out of his mouth, but Alae said he liked the blacksmith's bumbling honesty – so he'd stopped trying to stop his mouth as often.

Which was probably why he said, "I thought you would leave – when you heard about Maenscul being at the royal feast."

"I can see why you would," Alae said, still smiling as he took Quinesti's cock in one hand.

Quinesti sighed, enjoying the feeling before he said, "I'm really glad you didn't. I mean, I would have… nng… gotten it if you… had, but-"

"Pull your leg up for me?" Alae asked – pushing Quinesti's leg on his shoulder up.

Thoughts a bit slowed by getting fucked and handled, Quinesti grabbed under his knee to pull his leg up without knowing what Alae intended.

His partner leaned over to kiss him for the first time. He said it just wasn't something he did unless he had a romantic interest in someone, instead of just sexual. Quinesti respected that – wasn't even the first time he'd heard of something similar.

Quinesti clenched and came in surprise with a growl at the emotions accompanying the implication. The casual tone made it seem like Alae just wanted to test the waters of romance – the kiss said a bit more than that.

Alae only leaned back enough to smile and say, "I'm glad I stayed as well."

"Not fair," Quinesti said, half growling.

"No, but you like that about me," Alae replied, kissing him again.

Yeah. Yeah, he did like that about his partner. His partner not just for tonight. He liked that, too.

Ebener had been surprised that Ergirri and Vallen would decline to join Maenscul's orgy – but then, they had made plans between the four of them.

Originally, he and his wife had intended to only enjoy each other's company – but they got along well with the second royal couple. Perhaps from shared experiences of rulership, though more likely, their personalities worked well together. In either case, they had been open to joining Ergirri's particular style of orgy for the feast – one which was attended solely by long-term partnerships, and attendees often worked out in advance whom they would exchange partners with for the night.

"Have you ever had sex with a man?" Ergirri asked, leaning over the former human king in the nest of blankets and cushions the four of them had claimed.

"No," Ebener replied, feeling that odd fluttering of anticipation he had the first time Eweylona had suggested reversing their roles. He smiled as he looked over at his wife to add, "But I do believe I am familiar with the proceedings."

Eweylona pulled away from kissing Vallen in her lap, purring as she grinned and said, "You're welcome."

"Oh?" Vallen asked, "Do you mean you have a wearable cock, then?"

"I do," Eweylona chuckled, "And it can be found within that box, if you wish for me to use it."

"Please do," Vallen replied, shifting back into a large cushion.

Ergirri cackled and said, "Well, orgies aren't really the best place for first first time anything, so I thought I should ask."

"I appreciate the concern," Ebener replied – and found his mouth caught in a kiss. Demon skin was rough – leathery. Ergirri's lips were softer towards the inside, but still had that toughness about the edges, which made the sensation a rather odd one. Even without accounting for the tusks brushing against his cheeks.

"I think there is a first orgies are uniquely suited for," Eweylona remarked, rubbing her false cock against Vallen's slit – eir single-pronged cock wrapping around and attempting to pull it in. It was modeled after an elven cock, naturally – with an almost spear-shaped head and soft, backward-facing barbs. She'd had one made entirely of glass back home – but here, leather-covered stone was the best available.

"Really?" Ergirri mused – his dual-pronged cock everted and slipping from under his skirt.

It slid under Ebener's long tunic as well, and the human man made a noise of surprise as it wrapped around his balls before reaching his stiffening cock.

"A first orgy, of course," Eweylona replied, grinning as she pressed into Vallen.

Ergirri laughed, pressing his hips forward so his dick could wrap more securely around Ebener's as he said, "You have me there!"

"Forgive my husband, Ebener," Vallen said, eir lower two hands on Eweylona's hips as his wife shallowly thrust into em. E reached over with an upper hand to stroke Ebener's hair as e added, "He can let his enthusiasm run away with him."

"I am not," Ebener paused to half restrain a moan before he said, "Complaining."

He had thought it would be more odd – having sex with someone other than his wife after so long. But his first wife and Aesly had been only friends to him, so while the gender was different, he supposed it was not really his first time in such a situation.

It did not hurt that he was enjoying the sight of his wife enjoying herself, nor that she offered him small grins whenever their eyes met.

Ergirri looked at one of his clawed hands and hummed thoughtfully – then leaned back and said, "Yeah, that won't work."

Before Ebener could comment, he found his hips hauled up to Ergirri's shoulders, and groaned as a long, agile tongue pressed into his behind.

His wife chuckled, and leaned over to kiss him as his sexual partner widened his hole. The mix of sensations – the familiar, warm, and soft press of Eweylona's lips followed by her rough tongue in his mouth and the strong appendage finding his best spot inside and pressing against it insistently – made him feel a bit dazed by the time his wife leaned back.

"It'll be better for Eb on his stomach," Eweylona said with another chuckle – before she turned back to Vallen and kissed em as well.

Ebener sighed fondly as Ergirri easily flipped him – the demon man even grabbing a pillow for his hips. Age was a blessing in many ways, but did always have its challenges – such as which positions left his back aching the most the following day.

"Ready?" Ergirri asked, carefully pulling the human man's cheeks wide enough to stretch his hole.

"Yes, thank you," Ebener replied, and let his head drop onto his arms as Ergirri pressed his cock into his ass. It was certainly different than Eweylona's false member – softer, warmer, and longer. It never stopped moving entirely, and Ebener certainly understood why Ergirri only rocked against his hips once fully seated.

He picked his head up when a familiar hand cupped his cheek – his wife pulling him into another kiss. She had lain on her back beside them, and he caught sight of Vallen leaning over to kiss eir husband as well while grinding eir hips against Eweylona's with the false cock still inside em.

The Demon Realm was certainly full of surprises – and Ebener was rather glad the majority were as pleasant as this.

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