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[virgocat]

She's fussing. She knows it. They all know it, but she can't help herself.

"You're sure you don't want me to-?" She waves get have vaguely. She could easily heal him up. Dabbing at the scratches with a damp cloth isn't doing it for her. Though she is doing that, almost compulsively.

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[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Oh shit," he gasps, leaning up to kiss her hungrily. This is incredible. He can almost feel Eames' cock, and that's hot as fuck. She's hot and wet inside.

"So beautiful," he moans, moving his hips in time with Eames.

[withimagination]

He's worried they're not giving her enough time to get used to the feeling, but she's good about talking to them. He doesn't doubt her there. So he keeps up the thrusting, groaning low as he buries himself deeper inside her.

[child_of_bhaal]

Maybe they weren't taking enough time, but she couldn't possibly say to slow down. She's likely going to be very sore when they're done, but she doesn't much care right now. Arthur is kissing her, and he and Eames are inside her. She can barely think to breathe, it's so much, so good.

She moans almost constantly; breathe in, moan out. Arthur's hitting that spot inside her, because Eames cock pushes Arthur's against the front of her body constantly. And the way Eames feels alone is almost overwhelming, with that wholly new sensation.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Oh God," he moans against her lips, moving his hips into that spot, relishing the moans she's letting out. None of them are going to last long, he thinks. He wishes he could see both of their cocks going inside her. Just the thought of it is insanely hot.

[withimagination]

Eames can hardly think either, with how tight she is around his cock, how hot she feels on the inside. He's still thrusting gently, but even that feels so good.

He leans over so he can kiss at her shoulder as he thrusts, tender and sweet.

[child_of_bhaal]

Arthur's not wrong, at least where she's concerned. It's just too much stimulation; pressure, pleasure, friction. She tries to hold on, she doesn't want to accidentally drag them with her, if they want this to last.

"I- I can't..." Her arms shake in effort, trying to keep her up, and from her trying to hold back. It's not going to work. She shakes her head, trying to form the words to communicate. "Gonna-" is about all she manages.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Yeah, come on," he murmurs, panting and still thrusting just right. "I need to- ungh..."

[withimagination]

A little more coherently, Eames contributes, "Don't hold back on... on our account, darling." as he thrusts in time with Arthur, running his teeth along her shoulder blade.

[child_of_bhaal]

Enough is too much. She doesn't explode with her climax. More she collapses into it. Her arms give way, and she falls against Arthur's chest with a helpless cry. The orgasm is shattering, her whole body shaking with it. Her inner muscles clench and release in waves, every contraction squeezing down on both of them, punctuating the points of pleasure, prolonging the experience.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Her tightening around him causes his orgasm to punch through him, and he grunts, coming inside her. He holds her through their orgasms, breathing heavily against her cheek.

[withimagination]

She grips him like a vice when she comes, but it takes a couple more thrusts before he's finally, blessedly, coming inside her. It probably feels very strange for Syeira, he thinks as he cries out, pleasure running through his body. Still, he's able to keep up on his shaking legs, and he pulls out of her gently, then crawls shakily up beside them.

[child_of_bhaal]

She makes a whimpering sound when Eames pulls out, but it helps. The pressure eases and that pleasure spot inside her isn't so incessantly pressed against. She lays heavily on to of Arthur, just panting for breath. There's a faint line of perspiration along her forehead. The lady is wrecked.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He kisses her cheek, letting out a content noise. "Okay, that was intense, but really, really good," he says softly. He holds her gently, using his other hand to wipe at the line of sweat on her forehead.

[withimagination]

Eames runs a hand down her back, just as wrecked as the others. He hums in agreement with Arthur, his eyes drifting closed.

"I feel marvelous. Not at all like I just ran a marathon."

[child_of_bhaal]

"Mm-hmm," is her extremely energetic, not at all exhausted response. So to help illustrate, she lifts her hand up, arm muscles shaking visibly with fatigue from being tensed too much, and gives them a thumbs up. Then her hand falls heavily back down onto Arthur's chest.

And Lo, they did at long last satisfy their insatiable little demigoddess in one go.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Arthur laughs, eyes crinkling in the corners, dimples showing. He doesn't pull himself out yet, letting her decide when she wants that to happen.

"I love both of you," he says tiredly, kissing Syeira's head.

[withimagination]

Eames smiles and leans over to smooch Arthur on the lips once he's kissed Syeira's head, then takes his own turn at kissing Syeira's cheek.

"No more talking. More sleeping."