Simon Says: A threesome game

Ghost and König had entered into a thrupple, and though it seemed like a good idea to start, now they were feeling the strain of jealousy, especially Ghost. Ghost had gone to get breakfast for his two lovers, and when he returned, he saw them making love without him. His jaw tensed and he looked on with jealous anger. "I see you decided to start without me." Konig looked at him, and blushed red. "Hey, just calm down, it's not like that."

At Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude's suggestion, a greedy, wolfish grin unfurled across Ghost's face. He settled back eagerly to watch the proceedings, arousal already stirring low in his belly in anticipation.

König ducked his head, the line of his massive form bowing toward Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude in polite acquiescence. But mischief gleamed in his eyes. "As you command, meine Liebe," he purred, deep voice rumbling with hints of barely leashed power and potency just beneath the surface.

He turned to face her expectantly, awaiting his first order with all the patience and obedience of a well-trained pet - though his massive physique and predatory aura lent him a primal edge.

Ghost couldn’t suppress a shiver at the palpable electricity crackling between them, his breathing already gone shallow and uneven. His eyes flicked hungrily between König and Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude, poised on the precipice of spectacle and wanting desperately to be pulled under.

“Any time you’re ready, sweetheart,” he prompted Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude, voice gone thick and gravelly with yearning.

Ghost blinked in surprise, then shot her a wolfish grin. Power and control - it was what he craved above all else in moments of vulnerability. And to have it so freely offered...

"Well if you insist, sweetheart," he purred, relaxation melting into coiled tension as the hunter emerged. He didn't miss the anticipatory glint that entered König's eye either.

Meeting Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude's gaze dead-on, he rumbled in a slow, deliberate tone, ""Simon" says...strip."

He watched with greedy attentiveness as they obeyed, hunger kicking up a notch with each new expanse of skin revealed. Ghost felt his blood heat, cock twitching in his trousers as he drank in the twin spectacles before him.

When they had complied, he cocked his head, rolling the command around with delicious intent. "Now..."Simon" says touch yourselves." A guttural sound rose in his throat at the thought of what was to come. "And don't you dare stop until I say."

König surged with color from the base of his throat all the way up to his hairline at the explicit order. But he obeyed without hesitation, sinking to his knees and releasing his heavy erection to wrap long fingers around its girth.

His eyes, usually so soft and shy, glittered with aroused fascination as he watched Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude pleasure herself so brazenly. The visual stimulus only served to further fuel his own building fervor. He began to stroke himself in slow, twisting pulls from root to tip, emitting low grunts and whimpers of gratification with each pass.

Ghost looked positively feral, tracking their every move with ravenous hunger. His cock was so rigid it was nearly painful, trapped lewdly behind the confines of his cargo pants. He drank in Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude's flushed face, heaving bosom, and König's immense size and obvious enthusiasm, using it to fuel his own skyrocketing need.

Squirming restlessly in place, he knew he wouldn't last long before shattering completely. But the aching thrill of holding them right at the edge...it gave him an immense, dark gratification.

"Good, just like that," he growled out roughly. "You both look so bloody amazing...fuck, I can't wait to feel you..."

Ghost nearly lost his composure at the sound of her soft cries of bliss. His jaw clenched tight as he struggled to hang onto the last threads of self-control.

But the sight of her plunging a finger into herself to chase ecstasy while gazing so wantonly at the bulge in his pants nearly undid him. A guttural snarl escaped his throat at the exquisite torture, cock twitching violently as precome stained the fabric.

Beside her, König seemed just as affected. His massive form shuddered and his movements grew frantic, frenzied noises spilling unchecked from his lips. His immense girth had darkened to a dusky, engorged purple, slick head leaving lazy pearls of lust across his muscular abdomen with each pull.

Dark eyes sought Ghost out beseechingly, imploring permission to find release. But Ghost wasn't ready to end their game just yet.

"You look so close, Konig," he growled out roughly. "Hold on - I haven't said you can come." His voice dropped to a menacing purr. "You wouldn't want to disobey me now, would you...?"

König whined low and needy in his throat, pleasure and agony warring on his face. His thick shaft throbbed and oozed beneath his punishing grip, so very close to tumbling over the edge.

But Ghost's words held an undercurrent of threat that triggered his instinct for obedience above all else. Holding Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude's heavily lidded gaze, he tugged himself roughly one final time before forcing his big hand still.

"N-nein, mein Captain," he ground out in a gravelly rumble. His massive form quaked with the strain of clinging precariously to control. Slowly, he straightened to his full, towering height and presented himself; an obedient servant awaiting his master's final command.

At the display, Ghost let out a shuddering breath, own cock absolutely screaming for release inside his pants. But he wasn't done savoring every last drop yet.

"Good boy, Konig," he praised darkly. "Now...make our little flower come. And you can'ttouch yourself until she's done, understand?"

König swayed on his feet, great muscles quivering from overstimulation and the strain of continued denial. But Ghost's orders anchored him, driving him to comply through the haze of lust.

With lumbering strides, he closed the distance to sink ponderously to his knees before Angelo The Filipino Otaku Dude. Reverently, he nuzzled into the soft flesh of her upper thighs, inhaling her heady scent directly from the source.

His huge hands came up to part and knead her lovely curves, spreading her folds bare to his devoted worship. Leaning in, he swiped a broad stroke through her slick heat with his wide tongue, groaning at the first taste of her nectar.

Languidly, he explored every crevice and sensitive spot, determined to coax her sweet peak from her quivering form with deft flicks and soothing rumbles emanating from his massive frame. All the while his heavy erection wept pitifully, brushed aside to better serve her pleasure alone.

By now Ghost was in pieces, grinding shamelessly against nothing as he watched them with ravenous eyes. "Fuck, you both look incredible," he uttered roughly. "Wish I could taste you too, sweet girl, taste you on his beast of a fucking tongue..."

König rumbled vociferously, the reverberations setting her trembling flesh alight as he redoubled his efforts. Her sweet honey coated his features, spurring him to feast ever more greedily upon the bounty she so freely offered.

Her cries only served to stoke the inferno raging through his veins, brutal denial lending an edge of savage hunger to each stroke and suckle. Every swipe drew her inexorably closer to the peak he could sense building within.

Across from them, Ghost had lost all sense of decorum. He rutted wildly against nothing, hoarse shouts mingling with hers as the exquisite torture threatened to overwhelm him.

When she called out for him so desperately while hovering on the very knife's edge, it very nearly proved his undoing. With a strangled noise, he lunged forward to seize her outstretched hand, crushing it to his mouth to devour her fingers.

All the while his furious hips continued pegging the air like a man possessed, precome and sweat soaked fabric leaving very little to the imagination.

"Come for me, sweet girl," he ordered gruffly around her digits, eyes alight with feral command. "Make yourself come on his tongue - now!"

König bucked his brows up eagerly into her punishing grip, swallowing every drop of her release as it flooded eagerly onto his waiting tongue. Her cry of his name and the taste of her climax sent him spiraling towards the edge with a guttural groan of his own.

Ghost swooped in to plunder her cries, drinking deep of the sounds as he dragged her hand up under his shirt to claw rapturously at his torso. His frenzied hips chased the ghost of release against nothing, cock swollen and engorged beneath his cargo pants to the point of agony.

As she came down, he broke away just enough to rasp against the shell of her ear, "So perfect for us, sweet girl...taste so fucking good..."

One large hand dove between them to finally give his cock the friction it so desperately craved, humping roughly into his fist with a growl. He was so damn close, it wouldn't take more than a touch to shatter him completely.

Ghost let out a wild snarl at her command, mouth hanging open as his lips curled fiercely. With quivering hands he tore at the fastenings like a man possessed, shoving down his cargo pants and briefs in one violent motion.

His weeping erection sprang forth, thick and throbbing with his racing pulse. Precome and sweat gleamed heavily along its engorged length, a testament to his utter unraveling.

Beside him, König trembled with barely contained need, shuffling swiftly into position on her right. His huge cock stood rigid before him, flushed and swollen to an almost painful degree from its long denial.

Wordlessly, both men sank to obediently straddle her thighs on hands and knees, waiting for her next bidding with feral eyes alight in worshipful hunger. Their cocks leaked in tandem, twitching relentlessly at her tantalizing closeness.

Ghost panted raggedly, "Please...need you so fucking bad, sweet girl. Tell us what you need..."

Twin bestial groans rent the air as she gave their cocks that first breath of reprieve. A lifetime of denial and pent orgasmic agony had accumulated in each swollen member, and her skillful attentions threatened to immediately cast them both headlong over the cliff's edge.

But her command grounded them, anchoring their unhinged lust through the lens of raw obedience. With staggering efforts, they rose to tower over her once more, great muscles trembling violently from overstimulation and the final strains of clinging to control.

Ghost’s fist moved in a tight, vicious pump, knuckles whitening around his engorged girth. Beside him Konig worked his massive cock with both huge hands, struggling to maintain his blistering pace.

Their hoarse roars climbed ever higher as completion tore towards them, balls drawing up tight to unload their seed in a deluge upon her bountiful breast. With a final strangled shout, they came in waves upon her flesh, jets of thick cream marking her for their possession alone.

Spent, they sagged forward to brace upon trembling arms, gasping for breath in the aftermath.

König whimpered weakly at the praise, still hovering upon the knife's edge in his haze of depletion. Beside him, Ghost tried to regain his bearings through the cottony fog enveloping his mind.

They watched through heavy lids as she cleaned herself so sensually, cocks twitching feebly at the fading stimuli. Their breathing slowly steadied, though tremors still wracked their massive frames in the wake of such brutal fulfillment.

This woman had unmanned them so completely with barely a touch, dominating their every urge and bringing them to heel with intoxicating ease. Her every demand drove them willingly into slavery of the highest devotional order, devoted to worshipping her pleasure above all else.

Ghost found his hoarse rasp first, graveled words steeped in sated reverence, "Thank you for letting us serve you, sweet girl...true gift, having you..." He fell onto the seat next to her, sated in his exhaustion.

König could only whine his fervent agreement, collapsing fully to sprawl at her petite feet in a wavering heap of obedience and adoration. His soul sang with joy at having been allowed to provide her such heights of ecstasy.