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Like this, so bare and vulnerable, so warm and pliable, well… let’s just say Caleb Widogast was so pretty it hurt.

Fjord appreciated Caleb’s beauty (truly, one of his favorite pastimes) as he idly traced a clawed index finger along the taunt line of his throat.

Caleb gave a little rumble of pleasure. 

There were so many things to admire when down gazing at him, Fjord could nary narrow down his list of favorites.

Caleb’s skin was a golden tan from hours on the deck, so Fjord indulged in conjuring the image of his wizard perched against the prow, sunlight glinting off of his burnished hair. He could often be found there, a book loose in his hand, brilliant blue eyes closed to enjoy the breeze. It was like something out of a painting: Caleb looking just like that, lovely, his profile facing the sea, his brow unlined with worry…It made something shudder in Fjord’s chest.

He studied Caleb now as well, stroking back his hair from his sweat-slick skin. Ah. Fjord smiled; near the hollow of Caleb’s jaw was a bloom of sumptuous purple. 

Jester’s handiwork. Speaking of which. 

Fjord pressed his thumb to the bruise and their wizard predictably buckled against him. They locked eyes and Caleb lifted his pointy chin, swallowing slow and sensuously. Pretty, and he knew it. Used it.

Fjord gripped Caleb’s jaw and turned his head lazily to the side, gently forcing him to face where Jester reclined on a slapdash throne of colorful mixed matched cushions she had thoroughly infested the captain’s quarters with.

She gave him a smile that would melt Aeor’s permafrost. Fjord rumbled low in his chest and he made damn sure Caleb could feel it, could feel the heat in his voice as he said:

“Mmmm, yeah, that’s it, Cay. Let Jester get a look at you. It’s not fair if I’m the only one who can see that pretty face, darling. Gods, you are something gorgeous. Isn’t he beautiful, Jess?”

“Oh, so pretty, Fjord.”

Caleb gave a whole body shudder, his eyes half-lidded. Jester clasped one of his fine-boned hands in her fingers, pressing his palm to the exposed indigo swathe of her upper thigh. “So very pretty, my sweet Caaayy-leb…” She singsonged. “Come a little closer.” 

Jester pulled on his hand so the tiefling and human were sprawled with Fjord in a tangle. She giggled maniacally, and Caleb let out a small, adorable oof. Fjord wasted no time, because hey all those shitass trainings with Beau had to be good for something. He snaked a muscular thigh between Caleb’s legs while Jester, in a rumple of skirts and flushed azure skin, draped herself deliciously over their wizard’s opposite side.

She wasn’t looking at Fjord when he glanced her way. She was staring at Caleb’s red mouth like it was a bubblegum lollipop. Fjord could see the glint of her fangs. He swallowed. 

“No, no that is you. You two-“ Caleb protested but ground languidly against the hot weight of Fjord, whatever he was going to say dissolving into a hungry kiss that tried to catch Jester’s lips as she grinned and curtained his face in her hair.

“Devastatingly gorgeous.” Kiss. “Very good too, Fjooord.“ Kiss. “So good for us. And clever, and crazy powerful.” A significantly longer kiss. ” Not to mention sexxxy.” Jester laughed as she broke it and nipped at Caleb’s nose. 

Fjord chuckled, feeling the gravity in the room shift, feeling the intensity skyrocket, but he remained slow and relaxed, trying not to spook Caleb when he slowly and deliberately curled his free hand over the fever warm skin of Caleb’s long lovely throat.

“All that and more, darling,” he whispered as he ground up into the small of Caleb’s back. Jester nodded with vigor but Fjord paused.

Cay was still bound up in his stupidly sexy book harness. Seeing Caleb with his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows and the book harness pulling tight against his chest? That shit turned them all on.

Huh. That fight earlier had been particularly gnarly. And Caleb had been showing off, arms flung out, hands up to cast, a puckish grin on his lips. Alright. Maybe that’s why he felt so keyed up. 

Fjord adjusted his grip, hand slipping to encircle Caleb’s throat. His pulse was fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. The other cupped at his sharp jaw. Caleb swallowed, breath heavy.

Fjord squeezed, slow and promising.

“Oooh. That’s pretty fucking hot,” Jester breathed. Her pupils were blown as wide as cannon balls. “Fjord. He liked that. And so did I.” 

Her tail thrashed.

“Oh, yeah? You like that, darlin’…“ Fjord murmured into Caleb’s ear. He licked along the shell.

Caleb cursed, pretty as a picture. “Fuck, Fjord. Ja.”

“And what should we do about that, hmmm?” Fjord teased.

Caleb inhaled to speak but Jester beat him to it in a flurry of words. She was fanning herself. 

“You should choke him… again. I mean, I wish you could see how it looks from, fuck. I’ll draw it for you. Fjooord, it was so hot. I mean, you could choke him some more… a little bit. I want to watch. Just a little. Don’t hurt him or anything. Well ya know, too much.” She gave an elbow jab gesture as she met Fjord’s eyes. Her violet irises sparkled.

Fjord, for his part, was so turned on the room was starting to spin. There was no way Caleb couldn’t feel his erection through the thin leather of his breeches. Not that he minded, of course given Caleb’s own, ah, predicament.

“Ja.” Their wizard repeated. Caleb’s voice was strangled, but more by desire rather than anything else. For the moment. “Fjord, that would, ah-“

“Hmm. This is too good not to share.” Grinning like an utter maniac, Jester let out a stream of curses in infernal. Her duplicate apparated on Caleb’s side, spooning along the long line of his body. She kitten licked at the ear neglected by Fjord.

“How do you want to do this, Jester?” Fjord asked, nuzzling their wizard with his tusks. Caleb made a soft noise. The sound went straight to Fjord’s straining cock.

Jester puffed out her cheeks in her Serious Thinking expression. Fjord loved when she concentrated so fiercely. Especially on matters of getting off and the like.

“We pin him down. You know he likes that. Fuck, I’m going to draw him like this later on, I swear.” She swore while she tapped her chin. She spread her hands, angling between her fingers. “Yeah, like that. My duplicate and I...”

Jester flopped to the head of the bed, dragging Caleb along. Her duplicate windmilled after her.

Fjord, still holding the wizard by the throat, followed and drew him in for a bruising kiss. 

“Caleb?” He pulled away, using one verdant hand to stroke back damp ginger hair, cradling him gently. “Is this alright? You like my hands on you?”

“Ja.” Caleb nodded once. Twice. His pupils were wide as Jester’s. “Ja, fuck.”

He lowered Caleb down in until his head rested in Jester’s lap. She leaned back, half propped up by her duplicate. Jester hummed a bit as she sank her fingertips into Caleb’s hair, pulling idly at the strands. Her duplicate giggled and encircled her fingers around each of his pale wrists, raising them to either side of his head, her grip tight enough to bruise.

Jester, as she put it, loved “turning him blue to match.”

A phrase that still made Caleb shiver.

As if sensing Fjord’s thought Jess waggled her eyebrows and leaned down to kiss at Caleb’s freckles.

“Fjord.” Their wizard rasped. “One caveat…”

Fjord melted down atop him like the surf, long and lean and solid. His fingers stroked either side of Caleb’s throat. Light. Playful. He drummed his claws along his delicate collar bones. 

“Yes, darling?” 

Caleb’s eyes were pure black, the cerulean around them a whip-thin ring. He tilted his chin up, swallowing as he said:

“I want you…to choke me, yes. But. You have to take me first. I’ve had this fantasy for a while where you…well. You have me like you would if we’d met- um, like a pirate would. Like, uh, I am… a spoil at sea. Does that make sense?”

Jester squealed in utter delight. She looked to Fjord, wide eyed and flushed nearly plum. “Fuck yeah that’s a way way way better idea, pleeeeease Fjord. The narrative! Think of the drawings.”

“Jess, I, Cay, I mean that’s…” Fjord stammered. He blushed a deep evergreen.

Jester’s fangs gleamed against the pink of her tongue.

She affected an atrocious Zemnian accent and feigned a dramatically charged swoon. “Oh, Captain Fjord, I’m zat your mercy,” she exclaimed.  “How zever can I repay you? Please defile me since you’re cut zas fuck and suuuper hot, please o please ravish my lithe wizardy body-“

Her duplicate gesticulated at Fjord with Caleb’s limp wrist.

Caleb shook beneath him as he bubbled a beautiful ripple of incredulous laughter.

Fjord couldn’t hold back his chuckle as well, but he didn’t dull its sharp edge as he imagined it.

Caleb, fresh Empire bounty from a raid or infiltration, his indignation warring with his undeniable intrigue. The captain claiming him for his own. Fjord felt light headed.

He grasped Caleb’s chin, forcing their wizard to meet his gaze. He leaned closer and closer in to whisper in Caleb’s ear, making sure his breath left pinpricks of goose flesh in its wake.

“Is that what you want, Caleb.” He murmured. “You want your captain to hold you down… and take what’s his?”

Caleb cursed in Zemnian, his aristocratic features turning a brilliant pink. Gods, he was so fucking gorgeous.

Then, very deliberately, Caleb nodded, his voice choked off slightly as Fjord flexed his grip. “Please-“

Fjord’s smile was all tuskteeth. “Well then. That’s all ya had to say. My pleasure, darlin.”

Fjord took a deep breath. Let’s fucking do this. He opened his eyes, steeling his expression, letting some of Tusktooth creep and deepen into his accent. 

“First things first. I gotta inspect the… ah…merchandise.” He leaned in closer still, pulling one hand away to carefully unlatch the annoyingly hotasfuck book harness. Roleplay or no, Caleb would KILL him if anything happened to that badboy.

Plus, as stated, it made Caleb look so sexy in battles. Be a shame to deprive them all of that.

Fjord tried to smother his smile as he gingerly placed the book harness on the deck. He turned to Jess, whose own smile seemed to expand impossibly further across the span of her face.

“Jester, first we must divest our guest of his shirt and trousers to get a proper look. I need to gauge how much he’ll fetch. No doubt a fortune with that pretty face and, mmmf, tight, tight little body. Let’s see what we are working with.” 

The words just fucking tumbled out of him as he ran his hands back up and down Caleb’s torso. Maybe he was blacking out.

As if conjured, a stained glass image of Caleb kneeling before the Bright Queen, trussed up in that damn slave harness they had him put on flooded into the darkness of Fjord’s mind.

Gods, Fjord had been half hard the entire time they were in that fucking throne room.

The way he looked bound up in that getup with Fjord’s hand tangled in his hair… 

Caleb would have indeed fetched a grand fortune. Easy.

Caleb was glaring at him. “So you like to try out your goods yourself, pirate? Spoil them before you even see port?” He rasped, chin tipped up. He said this naturally and with the air of a Zemnian thespian. His ocean eyes were alight with mischief.

Fjord grinned down at him. “Only the very pretty ones.” He gave Caleb a long kiss on the neck above where his hand had come back to rest.

“And you’ll address me as Captain, darlin’. Or I’ll gag that pretty throat. One way or another.”

Jester snorted in pure delighted glee. She was practically vibrating, bouncing Caleb along with her little twitches. Her duplicate was mouthing up at her collar bones, eyes half-lidded, grip unyielding on Caleb’s wrists. 

“Do your worst.” Caleb all but growled, arching his back. “I can take it.”

“Oh, I am sure you can, beautiful. You’ll take whatever I give you.”

The lines came so naturally it disturbed Fjord, just a tick.

He was talking like one of Jess’ goddamn smut books for fuck’s sake. He shook his head.

Jester and Caleb, man, they did things to him.

He let go of Caleb’s throat, just for a moment. Slowly he mouthed at Caleb’s delicate clavicle, using both hands to rip his shirt off in one long slow and teasing tear. Jester gasped. She pulled at Caleb’s hair sharply, making him hiss.

Jess swore loudly. “Shit. Okey- that’s fucking hot. You’re fucking good at this Fjord. Why the hell have we never done it like this?” He gave her a tusky grin.

Her duplicate held Caleb down as he played at struggling, pulling the shreds of cloth from his body. “That was my favorite shirt.”

Fjord snorted. He knew for a fact Caleb had been meaning to throw that bitch out after Veth used it to wipe up some spilled, apparently corrosive substance that had ate right through the cotton.

Gods only know what it could’ve fucking been.

He’d indulge Caleb though, of course.

He’d never not indulge Caleb.

“Hah. Maybe I will decide to keep you, mage. That fire in your eyes… it makes me want to hold you down and do wicked things to you.” 

Fjord let true desire bleed into his playacted words. He’d always been good at selling the truth. 

Caleb sensed it, he could tell, in the way he met his gaze, lucid despite his obvious arousal.

“Then by all means, Captain.” Caleb grinned a lopsided, dazzling smile.

Fjord didn’t need to be told a second time. He ripped Caleb’s breeches off a hell of a lot more abruptly than the shirt. Caleb, doubly vulnerable in his small clothes with Fjord and Jester and her duplicate still mostly dressed sent a shock of hot want through Fjord.

Caleb Widogast. He was all long limbs and bright hair and tanned soft skin peppered with nebulas of and constellations of freckles.

When it came to Caleb Widogast, well, Fjord wanted to wreck him. He wanted to worship him. He wanted to conquer nations in his name; he wanted to eviscerate any of those Soltryce dicks who ever laid a finger on him.

Fjord wanted to watch Caleb burn empires to the ground. He could do it with Fjord’s hand on the back of his neck and Jester grinning up at them, her smile as bright as starlight. 

For now he’ll settle for fucking him into the mattress.

“Jester, how’s the view?” Fjord checked in as he shrugged out of his jerkin.

“Hot as fuck, Captain Fjooord.” Jester dropped her normal yell to a stage whisper. “I’m drownin’ over here.”

“Gotta wait yer turn, darlin’.” He slid his large hands around Caleb’s narrow ribs. “And as for you. You’re gonna sing pretty for me, mage. I want to hear every little sound, now.”

Jester’s duplicate had released Caleb at some point to slip one blue hand into Jester’s skirt, and auspiciously reached her other hand out towards Fjord. A bottle of oil gleamed like a stolen jewel in her palm.

“Fine, ah. I guess I can, oh fuck, do that.” Jester grumbled. 

“You enjoy the show, darlin, and then maybe you can ride this one nice and hard once I’m through with him.” Jester let out a high keen and Caleb jerked under Fjord. 

“Ah, fuck, okay.”

“Excellent.” Fjord wavered for a moment, dizzy with want at the sight of the girl he loved getting herself off (literally!!) paired with the sight of the boy he loved flushed and panting under him (fucking hell!!).

One step at a time. One knot in the net to the next. Fjord took a deep breath. He placed Caleb’s ankle over his shoulder. The oil smelled like cinnamon as he warmed it between his hands. 

Changebringer’s Tits, I hope that doesn’t burn like hell.

That would be just the kind of shit Jester would pull when he’s tryna act all dominate and such.

“Fjord,” Caleb stressed, sotto voce. His accent possessed a distinctly directorial hint. “Perhaps we can get on with the show-“

Right. On with the fucking show, baby.

Mask back on, the captain purred, closing the last bit of distance between them. He smiled.

“Well, well, wizard. Here ya are. At the oh-so-tender mercy of Jester and Jester and myself.” He pressed his face to Caleb’s jaw, lips barely grazing. “But you like that, don’t you? This is exactly where you wanna be.” He trailed his lips down Caleb’s throat. “Maybe even where ya wanna stay. Where ya wanna be kept.” He pressed into Caleb, slow and easy. “And why not just keep you aaaall to ourselves, c’mon now darlin’.” 

He twisted his clawed finger. Caleb pitched under him. 

The ginger moaned articulately.

Fjord blew his bangs out of his eyes and resumed his little monologue. “Hmm. Keeping you on my ship instead, now that is an idea, ain’t it. Chaining you to the mast. Taking you on raids…” He leaned into to speak directly into Caleb’s ear. “Literally taking you, right there on the deck. Oh, I know you’d be tempted to run off, somebody with your adept abilities… but know this, sweetheart,” Fjord brushed his lips to the deliciously flushed shell of Caleb’s ear.

“I will catch you, and then I’ll have you again, and again. I always take what’s mine, after all.”

Caleb whimpered at that, but it was barely audible over the noises Jester was making. Which, yeah, those were a little distracting but Fjord had his hands full just now, okay?

Nothing could make him tear those yellow eyes away from the wizard’s sweat-dark ginger hair or the delicate curvature of his throat. The soft lines of his mouth. He looked so very much like prey.

One anticipating the predator’s fangs (tusks?) with breathless want. 

While Fjord stared, forgetting what he was supposed to be doing and just blankly gaping at Caleb’s lips, Caleb snapped a little and managed a prompting: “You said, pirate — you promised to give me something.”

Fjord took another languid stroke, gods he was tight, and another. “I did say something like that, didn’t I.”

Fjord bit his ear sharp and the mage’s whole body clenched gorgeously.

“Please, Cap-” Caleb’s perfect mouth snapped shut, eyes going wide with mock self-disgust. It was very convincing. 

Damn, for all their faults, those Soltryce assholes must’ve had a freaking solid drama program.

It gave Fjord all the prompting he needed to get back to it smilingly, the hand not inside Caleb gliding up to rest on his flushed neck. He bit Caleb sharp on his clavicle.

“Ah, ah.” He breathed into Caleb’s skin. “I told you you’re gonna address me proper. Finish that sentence, beautiful. Now.”

Caleb choked and whined at the sting, shining tears beading on his long lashes. He gasped out, “Please, Captain, please! I want it - I want you to take me...”

What little restraint Fjord had left evaporated. The warlock descended on Caleb Widogast and devoured him, crushing the mage against Jester and winning a gorgeous, frantic, breathless moan from the slighter man. Jester rolled to the side, making a delicious little huff.

While Fjord leaned back, Jester’s duplicate winked at her counterpart and ran her slick hand down over Caleb’s wet red wanting lips.

Caleb, staring Fjord right into his yellow fucking eyes, took two of her fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the blue of her index finger like some debauched scene out of Matilda Mercia novella.

Fjord just watched him do it. Nine Hells. 

He wasn’t gonna last a goddamn second.

The duplicate giggled silently, snatching her hand back from Caleb’s lips with an audible pop. She pulled his wrists back over his head with a coquettish wink. 

Jester, who had been exceedingly patient in the face of one of her newly very favorite sexual fantasies come true, rolled onto her stomach next to them and shoved a hand between her thighs.

She nestles her head on the other side of Caleb, mouthing at his shoulder and neck.

“Mmm. Maybe you do deserve it now. You’ve been so good for us, darlin’.”  Fjord breathed against Caleb’s trembling lips as if telling a secret, not really sure if he was talking to his boy or his girl, not really sure if they were still playing pretend. “So eager - I’m going to give you what I promised, but in the meantime, to show me you deserve it, really deserve it now… can you come from just-?” His fingers did the rest. 

As Fjord ground against him, Jester pressed her face into Caleb’s shoulder, nipping, her fingers leaving a patch of bruising on his bicep, over the bud of his nipple, her hand between her thighs moving quicker and quicker still. 

“Yes, oh Traveler, yes.” Jester rambled.

Fjord tightened his grip just enough to restrict Caleb’s breathing and just enough to threaten —promise— more.

Jester, who had to be so close, let go of Caleb’s arm, grappling at his hair, pulling it sharp.

“Come from this, darling. C’mon, come for me and Jess.”

The mage’s eyes fluttered closed and soon, tellingly soon, his whole body was arching into Fjord. Stars above. 

“Unfh. Fucking daisies.” Jester gasped nonsensically, as she shook apart next to them and in tandem with their wizard.

“Captain,” Caleb slurred out, looking wrecked, looking gorgeous. “I want you to fuck me…”

“Turn around then.” Fjord managed.

Jester’s duplicate released him, waggling her fingers at Fjord with a wink. Fjord glanced down. Caleb’s wrists were wreathed in fine bruising. Goddamn. 

“Turn around, darlin’.” He said again, but added, “All fours.” 

The wizard shuddered but obeyed, head bowed and panting hard. Gods, Caleb was perfect at every angle. Now Fjord could appreciate the full picture, the gentle slope of his shoulders, the taper of his waist, the curve of his ass, well - almost. Just one more thing to add. 

Fjord, back to slow, back to to teasing, dragged his hand down the mage’s arched back, deftly sliding it to one side to notch his hips in place as the other hand stroked back inside him.

Fjord worked him through, but it was really just for his own benefit. He relished every gasp and moan, every shiver and sigh. He took a breath and pulled back to free his cock, thick and hard under his leathers.

Jester had dragged herself (once again, quite literally) to the head of the bunk, and settled in a hot, curled tangle with her duplicate. Fjord knew she wanted the best spot to watch Caleb’s face as he took whatever Fjord gave him.

Caleb, for his part, moaned sweet as his hands scrabbled for purchase on the sheets. Even still, he pushed his hips back in desperation.

Fjord pulled and let the head of his cock tease the mage’s flushed entrance, earning a sharp moan that sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He put one hand on the back of Caleb’s head and slowly, oh so so gently pushed Caleb’s face to the pillow.

He leaned close. In soft, sweet tones, he breathed, “Pretty boy. Good boy. Beg me for it.”

“Please, Captain,” Caleb gasped out pretty much immediately, too full of lust and anxious anticipation to bother with pride or artifice, “Fucking fuck me already- I need it-”

“Oh, darlin’. You need it,” Fjord repeated, the barest edge of amusement thrilling his voice. He nudged forward just enough to put pressure on without truly sinking inside, holding his boy fast to keep Caleb from jerking back and just up and taking what he wanted as he’s been wont to do.

“Tell me. Tell me how much do you need it, darling? How much do you need your Captain’s hot, hard cock.”

Jester, somewhere above them, snorted at that, a little drowsily.

“I- please. So much - so fucking much,“ Caleb rambled, as Fjord leaned in further, pressing the side of his head further into the pillows, hissing at the claws tightening in his hair. “Fucking shit, Fjord. I wanted it like this since we swore our blood oath, gods. I wanted you to bend me over that goddamn alter and fuck me like a pirate then and there-“

Fjord, at that admission, simply could not take anymore. He gasped as he drove all the way, pulling them both backward. He made sure that he pulled on Caleb’s hair as he sat back on his haunches, Caleb crushed to his chest with one strong arm, the other holding across the mage’s lithe waist. 

Gotta give Jess some inspiration for her smutty paintings. 

Caleb was moaning softly.

“You never told me,” Fjord said in wonder, shifting his hips to settle his cock deeper up into Caleb and earning a choked groan and fluttering blue eyes.

“No, I couldn't,” Caleb gasped, chest heaving against Fjord’s arm, a delightful spark of lust filling him with its warmth and power. “Couldn't - isn't - ngh, please…”

“C’mon Caleb, tell me. We coulda, unf, had this then and there. I would’ve been so good to you.” He was losing control of the thread. He was the one rambling now. “I would have taken care of you. I would’ve-“ 

“I hadn’t -fuck- felt this way in years, Fjord. Not since Wulf, not since Astrid- ”

“What, not since they fucked you? Not since Cerberus?”

“No,” Caleb gasped, fingers clenched on the sheets again before settling on Fjord’s thighs and squeezing.

Then: “Not since I loved anyone enough to want.”

Fjord’s heart clenched.

“Cay,” he breathed.

“Oh, Caayy-leb.” Jester softened in her duplicate's arms, his name a sacrament on her indigo lips.

Caleb shook his hair out of his eyes and huffed.

“Yes, yes. I have a lot of emotional scarring, yadda yadda. Can you please go back to fucking my brains out so I don’t have to think about it?”

Yeah okay. For now maybe.

Fjord shared a loaded glance with Jester over Caleb's shoulder: they were for sure unpacking this later.

“Are you sure, Cay? I mean we can-“ Fjord began.

“O Captain!” Caleb interrupted in a terrible Nicodranian lilt. He leaned back into Fjord’s broad chest. Tossing his gaze up to meet Fjord’s bemused look, he mewled, “Please o please ravish my lithe wizardly body, seriously, it’s all I ever wanted. Fill me like a pastry or whatever ze fuck.”

The wizard winked at Jester and she visibly relaxed, her smile stretching back to wide. 

Fjord shook off his concern, for now. He cursed Eadwulf and Astrid for the billionth time. 

He knew what Caleb needed.

“Wanted.” Fjord thrust hard up into the mage driving a shout from his lungs, but Fjord didn't stop. “That it, huh, that what you want, beautiful? Not just used, but wanted. Maybe I will let you go. Just to prove my point and take you again. And again. Is that what you want, darlin’? Want me ta turn you loose just so I can run you down and ride you hard? Prove that I want you as much as you want me?” 

Caleb writhed in his arms and forced him to change his grip, as Fjord said: “I already told you, darlin', I will catch you, and then I’ll take what’s mine.”

Fjord slammed into him once, twice.

Fjord gripped Caleb’s sharp jaw. He abandoned the soft touches and dug his fingers into his tendons; thumb pressed tight to Caleb’s hammering pulse. He was here, this was real, he was inside Caleb Widogast. His hand was tight over that goddamn fever hot throat of his. Jester’s eyes were locked on Caleb’s face, her duplicate running her hands up and down Jess’ curves, tweaking over her nipples. When the duplicate pinched, Fjord squeezed.

Caleb let out a sound like he was dying and came again without a touch on his poor pretty cock. Fjord nearly snarled, shoving hard so Caleb was face first onto the mattress, the fucking pillows be damned. He kept one hand fisted in that ginger hair. The other no where near leaving its grasp on Caleb’s neck.

He took a moment, looked to Jester. She nodded once. Twice.

Fjord braced himself against the bedding to drive hard into Caleb, relentlessly pursuing his own release, putting all his power into it, thinking of that slave harness, thinking of Caleb’s bloodied hand clasped in his deep under the waves.

When he came, it was more intense than an eldritch blast to the face. The shockwave of it set his nerves ablaze with pleasure instead of pain.

With a drawn moan he buried his cock to the hilt and emptied himself deep inside Caleb, gritting his teeth on a growl, muffling it by biting hard at Caleb’s shoulder.

Caleb, bless him, was thoroughly fucked out and barely conscious in his arms when he came down, the slender mage twitching with aftershocks.

“We love you too, Cay. I love you.”  Fjord whispered to his skin.

Fjord pressed a kiss to the back of his neck as he gentled a hand over Caleb’s too-hot skin. Fjord watched the heave of his chest as Caleb rolled over, still catching his breath. His fingers twitched up in a complicated move.

Fjord raised an eyebrow.

Caleb gave a wan smile.

“Prestidigitation,” he murmured by way of explanation.

Jester, Duplicity Revoked, plopped down next to them in heap.

“Ok, I’m taking a little nap and then it’s my fucking turn.” She soured at Fjord, but her voice was like thick Nicodranian honey when she turned to say to Caleb. “You did sooo wonderful, Caaayy-leb.” She threaded their fingers together on Caleb’s sweaty chest, blue and pink intertwined.

Fjord propped his head up on one arm under his smooshed pillow, slinging the other over Cay’s chest to grasp both their hands in his.

“You were fucking amazing, darling.” He smiled at them. His boy. His girl. 

“Nein.” Caleb breathed, eyes slipped closed. “That was all you, Captain.”

Fjord opened his mouth to argue and then let it drop, just this once.

He’d get Caleb to see how amazing he truly was. He’d raze the world to see Caleb and Jester happy as they are now, content and safe here at sea.

He palmed the cloven crystal under his pillow.

Consume.

Darkness took him.