Dragon Quest VIII (Eight/Angelo/Jessica)
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kinkfestTitle: In Plain Sight
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic m/f/m sex
Word count: 883
Summary: Eight, Angelo, and Jessica give into desire in a public place.
Prompt: #6. Dragon Quest VIII, Eight/Angelo/Jessica: Public places - "How did I let you two talk me into - oh."
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
In Plain Sight
There wasn’t much room in the tiny alley behind the bazaar, squeezed between bolts of brightly colored cloth and a fragrant chest of exotic tea, but wedged between Eight and Angelo, Jessica couldn’t deny that she wanted them. Both of them. Now.
Still, a public place was not the place for what they had in mind. An inn provided more comfort, not to mention the safety from prying eyes. “Maybe we should…” Eight nuzzled her neck from behind, his hands sliding around her waist. “How did I let you two talk me into…” Angelo’s hands crept to the neck of her low-cut blouse. “Oh.”
The Templar ducked to kiss her, shielding her from the narrow path that led to their hiding place, while his hands dipped into her blouse and beneath her breasts. The fabric slid beneath them; a warm breath of breeze stirred the tender skin, raising the nipples into hard nubs even before Angelo’s thumbs rubbed across them.
He pushed her back against Eight; she could feel his erection through the loose trousers he wore. Her body tingled with the thought of him inside her.
They raised her skirt simultaneously and she was glad she hadn’t felt the need to wear underclothes beneath the length of skirt. Angelo’s fingers darted inside her as the length of Eight’s cock pressed against her ass.
“Hey!” a male voice demanded, loud and cross. “What’re you doing back there?”
Angelo’s head snapped up and turned toward the voice. “Someone’s coming,” he whispered beneath the sound of feet pounding on the cobbled street.
Before she had the chance to pull up her blouse, Angelo was pointing to a door leading into a white-washed stone building behind Eight. The knob moved when Eight turned it; the door gave and the three of them stumbled inside, Angelo closing the door behind them.
“Where are we?” Jessica asked, feeling at once comforted and ill-at-ease in the silence of the back room.
“Does it matter?” Angelo pressed her against Eight until the young hero stood with his back against the polished wood wall. “There’s no one here but us...”
She covered his lips with her fingertips. “Sh-h-h.” And listened. “I thought I heard...something.”
“What you heard,” the Templar said, his hands on her breasts again, “was the pounding of my heart.”
“Or something else,” Eight said with a laugh.
“That, too,” Angelo agreed. “The sooner we finish, the sooner we can be out of here.”
“And back on the road with Trode?” Jessica grimaced. “Maybe we should just...” She relaxed against Eight as he pulled her skirts up again, moaned softly as Angelo’s mouth covered one breast. “Oh. Oh, yes.”
Between fumbling with his pants and her skirt, Angelo’s mouth slipped from the nipple and down the curve of her breast. She pushed his hands aside, unlacing his pants and freeing him herself. He pressed his length into her hands with a sigh; his hands captured cradled her breast while he sucked with renewed passion.
Eight dropped slightly, until he could press at her from behind. Once he’d entered, he rose, impaling her with a grunt while she gasped, her breath caught in her throat.
“Oh.” She guided Angelo into her as he pushed forward to slide into her. “Oooooh.”
They started slowly until they developed a rhythm, the men both thrusting into her at the same time. Pain and pleasure flowed throughout her body, filling her, stirring her, building the need for release inside her.
Eight came first. With the final thrust, he emptied himself inside her, wet and warm. His body trembled against her, accenting the growing tension in her own body. When he settled, he held her, his tongue traced the inside of her ear.
Angelo’s hands fumbled at her breast; his mouth grew rough as his thrusts grew desperate. He came with a loud gasp and a moan, thrusting one--two--more times before he leaned against her, head dropped to her shoulder.
Robbed of his mouth, the tingling in her breasts faded, so she took them both in her hands, pinching the nipples until the knot in her groin tightened again. Angelo slid down her body, knelt before her, and cupped her behind in his powerful hands.
He pulled her forward, burying his face between her legs. The first touch was tentative; it always was. His mouth moved wordlessly against her, the heat of his breath stirred her desire.
His tongue found entrance, slid inside her, lapping and licking until she squirmed on the edge of release. He knew when she was ready--he always did--and his tongue found her clit then, teasing it first with the tip before settling down into long, luxurious laps.
She resisted as the pleasure built, growing more powerful with each stroke of his tongue. The passion blossomed into orgasm that rocked her, blinded her, as her body rocked with wave after wave of release.
“Oh.” Her muscles felt weak; she staggered between them. “That was good. That was a good one. Oh.”
Angelo rose with a grin, settling himself back onto his pants while she adjusted her breasts inside her blouse. Eight moved out from behind her with a quiet smile, captured her lips, then Angelo’s one more time before he moved toward the door.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic m/f/m sex
Word count: 883
Summary: Eight, Angelo, and Jessica give into desire in a public place.
Prompt: #6. Dragon Quest VIII, Eight/Angelo/Jessica: Public places - "How did I let you two talk me into - oh."
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
In Plain Sight
There wasn’t much room in the tiny alley behind the bazaar, squeezed between bolts of brightly colored cloth and a fragrant chest of exotic tea, but wedged between Eight and Angelo, Jessica couldn’t deny that she wanted them. Both of them. Now.
Still, a public place was not the place for what they had in mind. An inn provided more comfort, not to mention the safety from prying eyes. “Maybe we should…” Eight nuzzled her neck from behind, his hands sliding around her waist. “How did I let you two talk me into…” Angelo’s hands crept to the neck of her low-cut blouse. “Oh.”
The Templar ducked to kiss her, shielding her from the narrow path that led to their hiding place, while his hands dipped into her blouse and beneath her breasts. The fabric slid beneath them; a warm breath of breeze stirred the tender skin, raising the nipples into hard nubs even before Angelo’s thumbs rubbed across them.
He pushed her back against Eight; she could feel his erection through the loose trousers he wore. Her body tingled with the thought of him inside her.
They raised her skirt simultaneously and she was glad she hadn’t felt the need to wear underclothes beneath the length of skirt. Angelo’s fingers darted inside her as the length of Eight’s cock pressed against her ass.
“Hey!” a male voice demanded, loud and cross. “What’re you doing back there?”
Angelo’s head snapped up and turned toward the voice. “Someone’s coming,” he whispered beneath the sound of feet pounding on the cobbled street.
Before she had the chance to pull up her blouse, Angelo was pointing to a door leading into a white-washed stone building behind Eight. The knob moved when Eight turned it; the door gave and the three of them stumbled inside, Angelo closing the door behind them.
“Where are we?” Jessica asked, feeling at once comforted and ill-at-ease in the silence of the back room.
“Does it matter?” Angelo pressed her against Eight until the young hero stood with his back against the polished wood wall. “There’s no one here but us...”
She covered his lips with her fingertips. “Sh-h-h.” And listened. “I thought I heard...something.”
“What you heard,” the Templar said, his hands on her breasts again, “was the pounding of my heart.”
“Or something else,” Eight said with a laugh.
“That, too,” Angelo agreed. “The sooner we finish, the sooner we can be out of here.”
“And back on the road with Trode?” Jessica grimaced. “Maybe we should just...” She relaxed against Eight as he pulled her skirts up again, moaned softly as Angelo’s mouth covered one breast. “Oh. Oh, yes.”
Between fumbling with his pants and her skirt, Angelo’s mouth slipped from the nipple and down the curve of her breast. She pushed his hands aside, unlacing his pants and freeing him herself. He pressed his length into her hands with a sigh; his hands captured cradled her breast while he sucked with renewed passion.
Eight dropped slightly, until he could press at her from behind. Once he’d entered, he rose, impaling her with a grunt while she gasped, her breath caught in her throat.
“Oh.” She guided Angelo into her as he pushed forward to slide into her. “Oooooh.”
They started slowly until they developed a rhythm, the men both thrusting into her at the same time. Pain and pleasure flowed throughout her body, filling her, stirring her, building the need for release inside her.
Eight came first. With the final thrust, he emptied himself inside her, wet and warm. His body trembled against her, accenting the growing tension in her own body. When he settled, he held her, his tongue traced the inside of her ear.
Angelo’s hands fumbled at her breast; his mouth grew rough as his thrusts grew desperate. He came with a loud gasp and a moan, thrusting one--two--more times before he leaned against her, head dropped to her shoulder.
Robbed of his mouth, the tingling in her breasts faded, so she took them both in her hands, pinching the nipples until the knot in her groin tightened again. Angelo slid down her body, knelt before her, and cupped her behind in his powerful hands.
He pulled her forward, burying his face between her legs. The first touch was tentative; it always was. His mouth moved wordlessly against her, the heat of his breath stirred her desire.
His tongue found entrance, slid inside her, lapping and licking until she squirmed on the edge of release. He knew when she was ready--he always did--and his tongue found her clit then, teasing it first with the tip before settling down into long, luxurious laps.
She resisted as the pleasure built, growing more powerful with each stroke of his tongue. The passion blossomed into orgasm that rocked her, blinded her, as her body rocked with wave after wave of release.
“Oh.” Her muscles felt weak; she staggered between them. “That was good. That was a good one. Oh.”
Angelo rose with a grin, settling himself back onto his pants while she adjusted her breasts inside her blouse. Eight moved out from behind her with a quiet smile, captured her lips, then Angelo’s one more time before he moved toward the door.
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