She wouldn't return? But, why? How? A god couldn't be killed, not that she knew anyway. Yes, the Titans were struck down and cage by Zeus but, that shouldn't have any bearing on them. Unless it was more about confining a God, in which case there were options for that. But the greater question was why?
"That doesn't make any sense. Demeter wouldn't do such a thing, neither would anyone else." Hell, they needed her to make sure spring came and created more crops and festivals--more livestock to grow and slaughter in tribute to them. She hugged Finn tighter for a moment before pulling away, her mind swirling, working, trying to find some rationale behind what was said.
"There wouldn't be a balance and that would throw everything else off." But, who would benefit from it? Who would benefit from the chaos of it? Ares? War and rage would consume the lands for resources and the Underworld would have more souls in it....too much death and not enough life, or rebirth.
"I can ask Artemis to go with me, or I could consult Athena." One of them was bound to have an answer, but she had to go.
Athena was wise but only if she had the information to deliver. Perhaps she could consult on points of safety. And surely Artemis could protect Rey if she had the time, but-
He glanced to Poe, his frown deepening and tongue feeling as if it was turning to ash. "One of us could go with you." That would leave one of them alone in Hell and the mortals to feel the effects of Hades on Earth. Yet-
"They won't like it, but you're right about a balance. They'll all like it less if something were to happen to you. And we certainly don't want that."
Poe clicked his tongue. Athena didn’t like him, and he wasn’t all that fond of her, but Artemis wasn’t so bad. Would he really be okay with entrusting Rey with her?
But then Rey made a suggestion he liked better.
“They’ll know we’re serious, if we go to the waking world with you.” Even if it really would fuck up a lot of stuff for both the living and the dead.
He drew closer, sliding an arm around Rey and pulling her tight against him, pushing his face against her throat. When he spoke, the words almost vibrates against her skin.
“I refuse to lose you, Rey. They’re all just jealous that you want to be here.”
One of them going to the waking world? To the mortal realm and leave the other in the Underworld? It would cause more chaos and fuck everything over, ten times! She understood Poe's worry and concern, truly she did. She hated leaving either of their sides, and if there was another way, then surely they would've found it now.
She returned his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, tilting her head up to expose her throat, skin for him to touch, kiss or mark if he wished. Her hand roamed upwards, up to his head where her fingers started to card through his hair.
"They are jealous of us that we love each other, and have trust in each other." Unlike Zeus who caused more trouble than anything. Or the affairs that he managed to have--staying loyal to his family seemed to go out the window whenever something new and pretty caught his attention.
She continued to hold onto Poe, casting her gaze to Finn to gauge his reaction. A stray thought entered her mind that gave her more pause.
"..what if this is all a distraction?" she murmured to them. "If you two are separated, it would cause chaos and those locked in Tartarus could use it as a means to escape."
It made some sense. Make up a prophecy about her just as it was her time to return to the surface to distract the three of them. It was far too coincidental.
Finn didn't join the embrace, favoring to keep his distance to try and think this through logically. She raised a good point, honestly. It could very well be a trap rather than a warning. A plan to make the Underworld weaker and cause enough of a scene to likely destroy the world. But at what end? Did they simply want to destroy the humans? Was there another reason?
"You could be right," he decided quietly. "But what if you're wrong? What if you are the target? Or what if no matter what we do, they still get the chaos they want?" Is that even their goal? Who are they?
"Perhaps-" He paused to glance up at Poe, only seeing the back of his head. "Perhaps you should go alone, pretend that things aren't amiss. Poe and I can search for this threat and destroy it. Perhaps we won't raise suspicion that way."
Poe made a grunt, hating that the two of them had a point.
"I don't care if it's Zeus himself," he grumbled, his grip around her tightening. "They can try to take you from us. They can just damn well try it."
He was tempting fate, a little, but he also didn't care. The power of the underworld was steady and constant, only ever building with each new soul introduced to it. They'd outlast the entire pantheon, if it came to it. The dead would still be dead, long after the world burned.
Finn’s idea made the most sense. They could execute both and cover all bases. They would fight to stay together. People did under estimate Rey, thinking she was only sunshine and flowers, but she was as strong as the rest of them. Something she used to her advantage.
“They won’t. We all had an agreement, anyone trying to break it will face Hell itself,” she told Poe, continuing to card her fingers through his hair, trying to soothe her husband while trying to figure out what else it could be.
“We can do both. You two can stay here and search for the threat. I can go with Artemis and search as well.” Cover both areas and deal with what could come. Rey pressed a kiss to Poe’s head.
“We’ll stay together, our hearts are bound together. No one can undo that.”
Finn was one of the few that knew not to underestimate Rey. She could do more than take care of herself, and he had to trust her to do that. Only-... To let her go knowing there was a threat, to not be with her to face it- The whole situation made him feel sick.
He stepped forward to wrap his arms around both of his loves, feeling their time together quickly folding to a close.
"If-... If something happens, just come home. Don't try to stay. Please, if something happens, come back home to us."
“I will. I know I can always come home,” she told them, not caring if Zeus or Demeter were pissed with her for it. However....if her home and her husbands were in danger, she would rather take on the fight herself. She wouldn’t lose either of them. It wouldn’t come down to that, a fate she absolutely refused.
She felt Finn against her back, the three of them staying close, needing one another for comfort and strength.
“I won’t hesitate, promise.” To call, to return home...but they had a plan more or less in place. Tonight was her last night with them and they really ought to make to count.
“My loves...” Rey murmured, pressing another kiss into Poe’s hair, one hand unwinding from his waist of moving back to feel for Finn, along his side.
“We have a plan, we know we can count on each other. I don’t want our last night to be filled with fear. It’ll be fine. We’ll get through it, but...” she pulled back slightly from Poe, if so she could lean in to press a kiss to the side of his neck and her hand slid towards the inside of Finn’s thigh towards his crotch.
“I want to give myself to both of you. One last time until we’re together.”
Even with her promise and touch, it was difficult for Finn to let go of that fear. All he wanted was for Rey to be safe.
But they could do nothing right this moment except perhaps plan a little more. Yet he wanted to spend his last day with Rey in joy and bliss. That was probably impossible now, but she at least deserved his effort.
So he didn't pull away from her touch. His stance widened a bit as he stepped closer to press his body to hers, lips trailing along her soft skin to her neck. "We'll get through it," he repeated for himself.
There was no way Poe was going to be able to completely turn his mind away
from where it had been brooding all day, but if anything, that made him
want to indulge more rather than less. He trusted her to be able to
defend herself - she was stronger than he was, in many ways, despite
what others might assume from the outside. She was often stronger than he
and Finn put together. But Poe didn't deal with being on the outside of a
plan very well. He didn't like being told to sit back. So even though she
had every right to deal with this herself - he couldn't stand the thought
of not doing anything. But maybe he and Finn would be able to find whoever
was plotting against them.
Maybe then he'd make her proud.
He pressed his body to her other side, threading an arm around her waist
and letting his fingers catch the rope that held up Finn's chiton.
"You know I'd never deny you," He rumbled lowly, almost in her ear, before
letting his hand gently brush down her waist, making the gathered pleats of
her dress ripple under his touch.
If Poe asked Rey if she was proud of him, she wouldn’t hesitate to say yes. She was proud of him and of Finn too. No one would be able to take her away from them. That she was sure of and she would fight until her dying breath for that. They had her heart and nothing would tear them apart. What they should be focusing on, should be spending the evening together.
With Finn adjusting his stance, she pressed the heel of her palm lightly and slowly against his cock. She was trying to work him up in the same fashion that he was making her shudder with anticipation. Rey would do what she could to make the evening special for the three of them.
“We’ll get through this..” she murmured, comforting Finn while pressing another hot kiss to Poe’s neck.
“But you are denying me, my Lord...” Rey murmured in sultry tones, stroking Poe's ego just a touch.
“Your garments are still on, as are mine and Finn’s. You are denying me—denying us, the sweet pleasure of your skin on ours.”
Well-... Finn smiled, breathing a quiet laugh even as his hips rocked gently into her hand.
"Allow me, then," he muttered, starting to pepper kisses behind Rey's neck as his deft fingers made short work of the simple fastenings of Rey's dress. The garment began to pool along her chest, and Finn slowly roved his hands over her to let it fall a few more inches at a time.
It probably wouldn't last like this, but moving so slowly was helping him to concentrate more on the moment than his fears. Fear was still quite a new thing for him to experience but oh had he learned to experience it since falling in love.
"See, now I know you're trying to butter me up and distract me," He said wryly, the smirk pulling at the edge of his lips.
It was working, though.
"What if I feel like denying you?" He teased, watching the fabric gently fall from her shoulders, watch it pool over her chest. He tugged the fabric - just a little bit - so that it fell and folded at her waist, completely baring her breasts. He didn't touch his own clothes, though, and he didn't touch Finn's.
"What if I feel like worshipping your form until you can't bare to do anything except strip me yourself?" He glanced across her face at Finn, his eyes twinkling, as if there were no darkness left in their depths. But there was. There always was. Especially now.
If he could extend the evening as long as possible, however, then maybe he could win something back from fate.
If he could give her every pleasure she could possibly know before finally succumbing himself? Then he could keep this up a very long time.
Oh Finn could be both devious and brilliant at times. Rey was trying to tease Poe for the both of them, yet her other half decided to tease her as well. Not complaining, but also not playing fair. She thought he was on her side as she wanted to offer herself to both gods. But no, the tables were turned and she'd have to remember to get both of them back later.
Her breasts were displayed for Poe. Perfect handfuls for him and Finn to grab and suck. Hills that they've climbed and explored countless times. Her nipples hardening from her own excitement, try as she might to hide it on her face.
"Why would you be that cruel to your wife?" Rey teased back, continuing to stroke Finn, even grabbing a handful of the fabric of his chiton to push up, trying to feel more of him in her hand.
"You would drive your poor wife, the both of you, until she is mad with pleasure and unable to do anything?" A rhetorical question as they had spent countless days and nights in their bed doing just that. Driving each other mad with pleasure to the point where they all succumbed to exhaustion at some point.
Another kiss, this one under his jaw at the soft skin there. Sucking softly and ending with a brush of her teeth, on the verge of leaving a mark but not quite. He did like to play rough, as did she.
"Is there nothing I can do to change your mind, Poe?"
Finn groaned against her touch, despite himself. He pressed in a little more, indulging himself and smiling at the look in Poe's eyes. Tonight would be theirs. They could hunt tomorrow.
He hummed, pressing open kisses beneath her collar bone. "We would," he answered for his husband. "We absolutely would, my love. We enjoy doing it so."
He began mouthing at her breast, being gentle and teasing, not getting very low at all. She and Poe did like to be rough, but he often had to be in the mood. Teasing, though? He was pretty good at that. Going slow and gentle enough to drive them both mad was something he rathered enjoyed specializing in.
"Absolutely nothing," He decided, after Finn had already given his answer to the first part. His eyes flickered to his husband, his grin wide. He knew how Finn liked the slow ramp up. Pleasuring Rey always had the added bonus of arousing Finn, even if Poe somehow managed to resist lavishing attention on his husband during the process, too. He tilted his head to the side, giving her better access, his eyes locked onto the way Finn's lips moved over her breast. He raised a hand, stroking the edge of Finn's jaw, his knuckles brushing the curve of Rey's breast at the same time. His fingers grasped Finn's chin and gently tugged him lower until those full lips finally came in line with those taut, waiting nipples.
His other hand slipped under the hem of her chiton, raising it up her leg and letting his fingers trace the curve of her backside, slowly - every so slowly- dipping between her legs.
Finn, always gentle, always taking things slow to extend their pleasure and to drive her insane at the same time. He was an expert in going slow and gentle. She could adapt to his ministrations, to his teasings, but with Poe, it was hard to resist the urge to merely pin him to their bed and lavish him with more bites and kisses. So damn hard, especially with his throat exposed like that. Plenty of skin to mark, and remind him how much she loved him.
"S-so...cruel.." Rey moaned, trying to pout and act innocent when in reality she loved every moment of it. Her heart beating faster, skipping a beat from those soft lips on her collarbone, tongue brushing over her skin and Poe's scent filling her nose. Her hand shifted slightly, fingers curling around Finn's shaft to start stroking him in a slow fashion--until his mouth roamed over her breast. His cock out of her reach.
A deep breath, trying so hard to not be affected by those touches, and kisses. Her eyes fluttered shut, savoring every caress, every touch, unable to stop the groan that left her lips once Poe's fingers dragged over her flesh, heading for that special place between her legs. Already she was wet with anticipation--with desire and a need for her husbands.
Rey's tongue darted out, lapping over the side of Poe's neck, soon followed by hot, open mouth kisses, until she was at the crook of his neck....and latched on. Teeth and tongue working to leave a beautiful mark on his perfect flesh.
Mine. her mind hissed, finding herself becoming possessive of both men. First Poe, and then if Finn didn't drive her crazy with his mouth at her breast, then Finn.
Finn most certainly wanted to drive her crazy. Though Poe was already picking up the pace, he didn't find that he was upset about it in the least. Instead, he moved to the gentle tugs, first grazing his tongue over her nipple then sucking on it with a low moan, his teeth barely playing a part.
He did miss her touch on his cock, though. While unfortunate, he kind of like this situation better. It might benefit more if he were on his knees, though... That's a thought.
Standing straight again briefly to kiss at her jaw, he had every plan in the world to drop lower and truly get to worshipping. That's when he noticed where Poe's other hand had vanished to, and he moaned louder against her skin.
His fingers continued their purposely exploration, finding no cloth barrier between his fingers and his intended target. He let his fingers just graze over her slowly, never dipping into that wet heat, never applying enough pressure to be satisfying. He might be picking up the pace, but he certainly wasn’t taking this slow.
Then her teeth sank into his throat and he moaned, feeling the bruise blossom beneath her lips, his cock throbbing hard beneath his clothes. His hand jerked - fingers dipping between her folds - and Damn but she was wet.
It was almost enough to make him rethink his torturous promise.
“Ah, you love it when we’re cruel...” he murmured, his fingers getting slick as they worked against her, but never firmly enough to satisfy.
“I think we should pick you up, pin you to the bed and then let Finn’s mouth work alongside my fingers, hmm? Or perhaps he wants to just kneel right here, a proper worshipper of our only goddess...”
"A-ah.." Rey breathed, shuddering from those nimble fingers brushing against her, finally dipping and covered in her desire. Rey could feel her heart picking up. A steady, loud beat that began to cry out for more attention, and more touches. Fuck, she was going to miss them both so much. She had to commit this to memory, every minute, every second of it until she was back in their bed, holding them close and indulging in each other's desires once more.
Her head tilted downward, arm snaking around Finn's waist to hold him and feel his erection against her thigh. Her dress pooling around her waist, covering her nether regions. No doubt it would soon be on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Her core ached, wanting--yearning for those fingers to go in deeper, to touch her as no one else could. Yet, she found herself rocking her hips into his touch, going with the rhythm Poe set for her.
Rey's forehead was pressed against Poe's chest, breathing in his scent and shuddering at the image both men painted for her. Finn's image with Poe's words, enough to make her knees weak.
"I love you both... so, so much.." Even when they were 'cruel' to her. Even when they tortured her by taking their time with her. Or when they started without her, as it was bound to happen here and there. She loved them whole heartedly, and would always love them.
"Only if my hands and mouth may worship my husbands' afterward..." Gods, she didn't think she could say that aloud without stuttering.
"With Finn between my legs, what would you do? Leave my mouth wanting or my breasts starved for attention?" The imagery alone was enough to give her goosebumps and shiver with anticipation.
"I am a very good worshipper," he murmured, hardly breathing the words. Getting Rey on their bed sounded like a grand idea, in all honesty, but he wasn't that patient. Wasn't sure she was that patient either.
So Finn knelt down for his goddess, unweaving the thin belt that held up the fabric and letting it drop around her feet. He smiled at the beautiful sight before him, leaning in to take a kiss of her hip before dipping his head lower and pressing an open kiss against her folds and Poe's fingers.
He pulled back a little, just enough so that Rey couldn’t fully lean on him and so that he could get a clear view of Finn kneeling before her. It always made his pulse quicken, to see Finn’s mouth press against her, and right now? Right now he could feel it, too.
“I would never leave you wanting,” he murmured, finger dipping a little deeper on each pass, grazing Finn’s lips before he finally gave in and slowly sunk his finger into her body. He groaned, free hand coming up to clutch at one of her breasts, massaging it, running the nipple between his fingers before he ducked his head and caught it in between his teeth, just as his finger push deeper with a smooth thrust.
Rey on their bed might be easier to do, and it was a strong possibility that it could happen soon. Finn had gone to his knees, removing the belt around her dress, letting it pool around her feet. Her heart fluttered and she felt heat rising to her cheeks. Those sweet lips on her skin, and then between her legs. It was enough to make her groan. Rey's hand moving to Finn's head, fingers combing through thick, black hair.
She spread her legs a little, giving them more room to do what they pleased. There was nothing she could do to talk them out of it. She would have to be ravaged and pleasured by her husbands, but she would return every minute of pleasure to them.
Their names fell from her lips in a gasp once Poe's mouth descended on her breast, catching her nipple with his teeth. She found her knees growing weak, torn between wanting to stay still, or to move against the mouth and hand that made her squirm. She pressed her hips against them, encouraging both to keep kissing her, keep moving with her.
Fuck, they were going to drive her mad. Rey found herself clutching Finns hair as her free hand gently cupped Poe's chin, pulling him away from her breast in favor of guiding him to her lips for a heated, passionate kiss. Her lips claiming his, tongue tracing over his lips and tasting his mouth. Fuck, she could feel them, and it only crave more until she couldn't think straight.
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"That doesn't make any sense. Demeter wouldn't do such a thing, neither would anyone else." Hell, they needed her to make sure spring came and created more crops and festivals--more livestock to grow and slaughter in tribute to them. She hugged Finn tighter for a moment before pulling away, her mind swirling, working, trying to find some rationale behind what was said.
"There wouldn't be a balance and that would throw everything else off." But, who would benefit from it? Who would benefit from the chaos of it? Ares? War and rage would consume the lands for resources and the Underworld would have more souls in it....too much death and not enough life, or rebirth.
"I can ask Artemis to go with me, or I could consult Athena." One of them was bound to have an answer, but she had to go.
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He glanced to Poe, his frown deepening and tongue feeling as if it was turning to ash. "One of us could go with you." That would leave one of them alone in Hell and the mortals to feel the effects of Hades on Earth. Yet-
"They won't like it, but you're right about a balance. They'll all like it less if something were to happen to you. And we certainly don't want that."
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But then Rey made a suggestion he liked better.
“They’ll know we’re serious, if we go to the waking world with you.” Even if it really would fuck up a lot of stuff for both the living and the dead.
He drew closer, sliding an arm around Rey and pulling her tight against him, pushing his face against her throat. When he spoke, the words almost vibrates against her skin.
“I refuse to lose you, Rey. They’re all just jealous that you want to be here.”
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She returned his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, tilting her head up to expose her throat, skin for him to touch, kiss or mark if he wished. Her hand roamed upwards, up to his head where her fingers started to card through his hair.
"They are jealous of us that we love each other, and have trust in each other." Unlike Zeus who caused more trouble than anything. Or the affairs that he managed to have--staying loyal to his family seemed to go out the window whenever something new and pretty caught his attention.
She continued to hold onto Poe, casting her gaze to Finn to gauge his reaction. A stray thought entered her mind that gave her more pause.
"..what if this is all a distraction?" she murmured to them. "If you two are separated, it would cause chaos and those locked in Tartarus could use it as a means to escape."
It made some sense. Make up a prophecy about her just as it was her time to return to the surface to distract the three of them. It was far too coincidental.
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"You could be right," he decided quietly. "But what if you're wrong? What if you are the target? Or what if no matter what we do, they still get the chaos they want?" Is that even their goal? Who are they?
"Perhaps-" He paused to glance up at Poe, only seeing the back of his head. "Perhaps you should go alone, pretend that things aren't amiss. Poe and I can search for this threat and destroy it. Perhaps we won't raise suspicion that way."
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"I don't care if it's Zeus himself," he grumbled, his grip around her tightening. "They can try to take you from us. They can just damn well try it."
He was tempting fate, a little, but he also didn't care. The power of the underworld was steady and constant, only ever building with each new soul introduced to it. They'd outlast the entire pantheon, if it came to it. The dead would still be dead, long after the world burned.
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“They won’t. We all had an agreement, anyone trying to break it will face Hell itself,” she told Poe, continuing to card her fingers through his hair, trying to soothe her husband while trying to figure out what else it could be.
“We can do both. You two can stay here and search for the threat. I can go with Artemis and search as well.” Cover both areas and deal with what could come. Rey pressed a kiss to Poe’s head.
“We’ll stay together, our hearts are bound together. No one can undo that.”
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He stepped forward to wrap his arms around both of his loves, feeling their time together quickly folding to a close.
"If-... If something happens, just come home. Don't try to stay. Please, if something happens, come back home to us."
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Maybe even especially if they did that.
He shuffled a little closer, both against Rey and into Finn's arms.
"I don't care who or what it is. We'll fight with you, Rey."
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She felt Finn against her back, the three of them staying close, needing one another for comfort and strength.
“I won’t hesitate, promise.” To call, to return home...but they had a plan more or less in place. Tonight was her last night with them and they really ought to make to count.
“My loves...” Rey murmured, pressing another kiss into Poe’s hair, one hand unwinding from his waist of moving back to feel for Finn, along his side.
“We have a plan, we know we can count on each other. I don’t want our last night to be filled with fear. It’ll be fine. We’ll get through it, but...” she pulled back slightly from Poe, if so she could lean in to press a kiss to the side of his neck and her hand slid towards the inside of Finn’s thigh towards his crotch.
“I want to give myself to both of you. One last time until we’re together.”
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But they could do nothing right this moment except perhaps plan a little more. Yet he wanted to spend his last day with Rey in joy and bliss. That was probably impossible now, but she at least deserved his effort.
So he didn't pull away from her touch. His stance widened a bit as he stepped closer to press his body to hers, lips trailing along her soft skin to her neck. "We'll get through it," he repeated for himself.
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There was no way Poe was going to be able to completely turn his mind away from where it had been brooding all day, but if anything, that made him want to indulge more rather than less. He trusted her to be able to defend herself - she was stronger than he was, in many ways, despite what others might assume from the outside. She was often stronger than he and Finn put together. But Poe didn't deal with being on the outside of a plan very well. He didn't like being told to sit back. So even though she had every right to deal with this herself - he couldn't stand the thought of not doing anything. But maybe he and Finn would be able to find whoever was plotting against them.
Maybe then he'd make her proud.
He pressed his body to her other side, threading an arm around her waist and letting his fingers catch the rope that held up Finn's chiton.
"You know I'd never deny you," He rumbled lowly, almost in her ear, before letting his hand gently brush down her waist, making the gathered pleats of her dress ripple under his touch.
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With Finn adjusting his stance, she pressed the heel of her palm lightly and slowly against his cock. She was trying to work him up in the same fashion that he was making her shudder with anticipation. Rey would do what she could to make the evening special for the three of them.
“We’ll get through this..” she murmured, comforting Finn while pressing another hot kiss to Poe’s neck.
“But you are denying me, my Lord...” Rey murmured in sultry tones, stroking Poe's ego just a touch.
“Your garments are still on, as are mine and Finn’s. You are denying me—denying us, the sweet pleasure of your skin on ours.”
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"Allow me, then," he muttered, starting to pepper kisses behind Rey's neck as his deft fingers made short work of the simple fastenings of Rey's dress. The garment began to pool along her chest, and Finn slowly roved his hands over her to let it fall a few more inches at a time.
It probably wouldn't last like this, but moving so slowly was helping him to concentrate more on the moment than his fears. Fear was still quite a new thing for him to experience but oh had he learned to experience it since falling in love.
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"See, now I know you're trying to butter me up and distract me," He said wryly, the smirk pulling at the edge of his lips.
It was working, though.
"What if I feel like denying you?" He teased, watching the fabric gently fall from her shoulders, watch it pool over her chest. He tugged the fabric - just a little bit - so that it fell and folded at her waist, completely baring her breasts. He didn't touch his own clothes, though, and he didn't touch Finn's.
"What if I feel like worshipping your form until you can't bare to do anything except strip me yourself?" He glanced across her face at Finn, his eyes twinkling, as if there were no darkness left in their depths. But there was. There always was. Especially now.
If he could extend the evening as long as possible, however, then maybe he could win something back from fate.
If he could give her every pleasure she could possibly know before finally succumbing himself? Then he could keep this up a very long time.
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Her breasts were displayed for Poe. Perfect handfuls for him and Finn to grab and suck. Hills that they've climbed and explored countless times. Her nipples hardening from her own excitement, try as she might to hide it on her face.
"Why would you be that cruel to your wife?" Rey teased back, continuing to stroke Finn, even grabbing a handful of the fabric of his chiton to push up, trying to feel more of him in her hand.
"You would drive your poor wife, the both of you, until she is mad with pleasure and unable to do anything?" A rhetorical question as they had spent countless days and nights in their bed doing just that. Driving each other mad with pleasure to the point where they all succumbed to exhaustion at some point.
Another kiss, this one under his jaw at the soft skin there. Sucking softly and ending with a brush of her teeth, on the verge of leaving a mark but not quite. He did like to play rough, as did she.
"Is there nothing I can do to change your mind, Poe?"
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He hummed, pressing open kisses beneath her collar bone. "We would," he answered for his husband. "We absolutely would, my love. We enjoy doing it so."
He began mouthing at her breast, being gentle and teasing, not getting very low at all. She and Poe did like to be rough, but he often had to be in the mood. Teasing, though? He was pretty good at that. Going slow and gentle enough to drive them both mad was something he rathered enjoyed specializing in.
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His other hand slipped under the hem of her chiton, raising it up her leg and letting his fingers trace the curve of her backside, slowly - every so slowly- dipping between her legs.
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"S-so...cruel.." Rey moaned, trying to pout and act innocent when in reality she loved every moment of it. Her heart beating faster, skipping a beat from those soft lips on her collarbone, tongue brushing over her skin and Poe's scent filling her nose. Her hand shifted slightly, fingers curling around Finn's shaft to start stroking him in a slow fashion--until his mouth roamed over her breast. His cock out of her reach.
A deep breath, trying so hard to not be affected by those touches, and kisses. Her eyes fluttered shut, savoring every caress, every touch, unable to stop the groan that left her lips once Poe's fingers dragged over her flesh, heading for that special place between her legs. Already she was wet with anticipation--with desire and a need for her husbands.
Rey's tongue darted out, lapping over the side of Poe's neck, soon followed by hot, open mouth kisses, until she was at the crook of his neck....and latched on. Teeth and tongue working to leave a beautiful mark on his perfect flesh.
Mine. her mind hissed, finding herself becoming possessive of both men. First Poe, and then if Finn didn't drive her crazy with his mouth at her breast, then Finn.
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He did miss her touch on his cock, though. While unfortunate, he kind of like this situation better. It might benefit more if he were on his knees, though... That's a thought.
Standing straight again briefly to kiss at her jaw, he had every plan in the world to drop lower and truly get to worshipping. That's when he noticed where Poe's other hand had vanished to, and he moaned louder against her skin.
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Then her teeth sank into his throat and he moaned, feeling the bruise blossom beneath her lips, his cock throbbing hard beneath his clothes. His hand jerked - fingers dipping between her folds - and Damn but she was wet.
It was almost enough to make him rethink his torturous promise.
“Ah, you love it when we’re cruel...” he murmured, his fingers getting slick as they worked against her, but never firmly enough to satisfy.
“I think we should pick you up, pin you to the bed and then let Finn’s mouth work alongside my fingers, hmm? Or perhaps he wants to just kneel right here, a proper worshipper of our only goddess...”
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Her head tilted downward, arm snaking around Finn's waist to hold him and feel his erection against her thigh. Her dress pooling around her waist, covering her nether regions. No doubt it would soon be on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Her core ached, wanting--yearning for those fingers to go in deeper, to touch her as no one else could. Yet, she found herself rocking her hips into his touch, going with the rhythm Poe set for her.
Rey's forehead was pressed against Poe's chest, breathing in his scent and shuddering at the image both men painted for her. Finn's image with Poe's words, enough to make her knees weak.
"I love you both... so, so much.." Even when they were 'cruel' to her. Even when they tortured her by taking their time with her. Or when they started without her, as it was bound to happen here and there. She loved them whole heartedly, and would always love them.
"Only if my hands and mouth may worship my husbands' afterward..." Gods, she didn't think she could say that aloud without stuttering.
"With Finn between my legs, what would you do? Leave my mouth wanting or my breasts starved for attention?" The imagery alone was enough to give her goosebumps and shiver with anticipation.
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So Finn knelt down for his goddess, unweaving the thin belt that held up the fabric and letting it drop around her feet. He smiled at the beautiful sight before him, leaning in to take a kiss of her hip before dipping his head lower and pressing an open kiss against her folds and Poe's fingers.
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“I would never leave you wanting,” he murmured, finger dipping a little deeper on each pass, grazing Finn’s lips before he finally gave in and slowly sunk his finger into her body. He groaned, free hand coming up to clutch at one of her breasts, massaging it, running the nipple between his fingers before he ducked his head and caught it in between his teeth, just as his finger push deeper with a smooth thrust.
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She spread her legs a little, giving them more room to do what they pleased. There was nothing she could do to talk them out of it. She would have to be ravaged and pleasured by her husbands, but she would return every minute of pleasure to them.
Their names fell from her lips in a gasp once Poe's mouth descended on her breast, catching her nipple with his teeth. She found her knees growing weak, torn between wanting to stay still, or to move against the mouth and hand that made her squirm. She pressed her hips against them, encouraging both to keep kissing her, keep moving with her.
Fuck, they were going to drive her mad. Rey found herself clutching Finns hair as her free hand gently cupped Poe's chin, pulling him away from her breast in favor of guiding him to her lips for a heated, passionate kiss. Her lips claiming his, tongue tracing over his lips and tasting his mouth. Fuck, she could feel them, and it only crave more until she couldn't think straight.
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