Page 29 of Triadic

Corbi leaned over him, catching my eyes, his gleaming with mischief. "We don't have sex in the mornings."

"Why on earth not?" Peter yelped, and I held back a laugh.

Corbi smirked. "There's a lot of martial energy running through this place. Not only is it Diana Monastery, goddess of the hunt, but the whole place is full of men who train athletically as a key component of their spiritual work and have a history of fighting as warrior monks."

"I feel like sex should help that, not hinder," Peter mused.

Corbi put his hands on Peter's shoulders, placating him. "Sexual energy is still just energy, and we use it in our magical work. That is why we do not start our ritual practicesuntil after puberty, so the subtle bodies have finished forming and our physical bodies are approaching their stabilized adult form. It is also why the monastery rules have us only being with ourselves sexually until the age of twenty, and once we come of age, we choose our partners carefully and with commitment, so we're not hopping around."

Peter reached for Corbi, cuddling with his cheek against Corbi's middle. My partner wrapped his arms around Peter and sent me a soft look. "Marit and I will have energy for it in the evening. We funnel it into our work all day, and any leftovers, we give to each other before sleep. Some monks funnel all of it, so their sexuality goes dormant and is expressed purely in their athleticism or other magical work, but those of us with partners save the last of it and give it as desire and passion to each other."

"I want all of it," Peter said.

I couldn't take his lusty yearnings anymore. I wanted to satisfy him and drink him down.

Sitting up, I slid around Peter from behind as he flinched and apologized for waking me.

Ignoring his apologies, I wrapped my arms around him and coaxed him into leaning back against me. "What do you want, Peter? How about I restrain you while Corbi milks your cock with his mouth."

Corbi was already putting a blanket down to settle on his knees while Peter's sage-green eyes looked at me like I hung the moon. "That…wow…"

At Corbi's soft command, Peter lifted his hips so his trousers could be removed. His beautiful cock bobbed free, a glistening rosy-pink head peeking through his foreskin that was already peeling back. I burned with desire, feeling that fire rush through me and wanting to consume him.

I rucked Peter's shirt up, coasting my fingertips over his belly, then going firmer when he squeaked about being ticklish. His clothes were in the way, and I was glad Corbi had banked the wood stove as we proceeded to strip Peter of the layers between us. His pale skin and lithe, naked form were stunning, already shining with so much more vibrance compared to when he had been ill. He glittered, his desire and affection and love cascading in all its forms around the room and soaking into us.

Peter didn't know what to do with his hands, fidgeting and trying to reach Corbi or rest them somewhere on the bed.

"Put your hands on my knees and leave them there," I ordered. Then when his mouth hung open and he looked up at me with an expression I didn't know how to read, I added. "Is that okay?"

"J-ja, that's fine," he stammered.

"Can I touch you, Peter?" Corbi asked, warming his hands by rubbing them up and down Peter's thighs, but so far leaving his manhood alone.

Peter glanced down. "Why are you both asking me first?"

A growl escaped my throat, andI had to restrain myself. I was seriously going to beat up that cheating scumbag ex-boyfriend of Peter's if I ever met him.

Thankfully Corbi took over for me. "You're the one with the power here, Peter. If there's anything we're doing that we could do better or that you don't like, we want you to tell us. Don't put up with something to spare our egos. If you're not feeling good, it changes the color of what we're doing. We want to do what your body likes, so tell us at any time, be our coach. We want you to."

I nodded, hugging Peter tight and swearing I'd never let anyone mistreat him again.

Peter put his hands on my knees and issued orders like a king on his throne. "Suck me, Corbi. Blow me now, then I want you both to fuck me come tonight."

Holy gods. Desire roared through me at the image that painted in my mind, of Corbi and I passing him between us.

One arm around his tummy, I used the other to gently coast up his neck and angle his chin so I could twist around and kiss him. From Peter's whimpers into my mouth, I could tell Corbi was caressing him, then as Peter's cries grew more urgent, I luxuriated in the wet sounds of Corbi sucking his cock.

I broke our kiss for just a moment. "Tap my knee if you need me to let you up for air, or if you need to tell us something. We'll listen to all of your words. Tell us to stop or wait, and we will."

Corbihummed confirmation, but it was around Peter's cock, and pleasure reverberated through Peter's whole body as he shook in my arms.

"Understand?" I asked, needing to make sure he was hearing us.

"J-ja genau," he responded with a shaky nod, his lips glistening from our kisses. "I understand."

Then Corbi and I attacked him and drove him through waves of pleasure. I kissed him senseless and touched him everywhere, over his belly and pectorals, his hips and sides and shoulders, tweaking and massaging his pert nipples. Peter grabbed my knees, scraping his nails over my skin, which just urged me onward.

Corbi swallowed him down, all the way to the soft bed of brown curls, then pulled back up and pumped Peter's shaft while slathering the swollen head of Peter's cock with the tip of his tongue and gently cupping Peter's ball sack with his free hand. Corbi blew Peter the way he blew me, which intensified my anticipation for tonight. My beloved was good with his hands and gave excellent blow jobs.