based on this request on my tumblr blog:

can i ask for... mc x rafayel x sylus? like, idk, mc loves both of them but is too afraid to choose, rafayel and sylus agree to like... share

You're in a situation you never thought would be coming to reality...

The two men in your life, Rafayel and Sylus, are standing in your apartment and demanding to decide for one of them.

But... you just can't. You simply love them equally, Rafayel with his cute childish behavior and his sexy serious side and Sylus tall and intimidating but actually so soft when it comes to you. How to prefer one over the other?

"It's time, sweetie." Sylus prompts you for an answer. "We are courting you for months now, make your decision. Who should it be: Me ..."he waves his hand over his entire body before repeating the same move in the direction of the purple haired Lemurian "or him?" both men not once leaving your gaze.

You look back and forth between them, unable to give them the answer they need. Desperate you turn around, sinking your head in both hands, grumbling under your breath. "I can't! I just can't!"

Then a gentle touch on your shoulder, familiar and you turn around only to be faced with Rafayel standing close to you.

"Is it really that hard, Cutie?" he asks with a rub of his hand on the back of his neck, his face slightly blushed. You walk around him, trying to gain some distance again.

"Yeah it is hard, Rafayel!" you scream out loud „you don't have a clue how much I love you both, do you?" throwing your hands up in frustration. "I know it's selfish to want you both, and I'm feeling like a total bitch, that I can't decide. And it's unfair towards the both of you. I know all that!" you huff in annoyance.

Rafayel watches you closely all the time and with every word of you his eyes got darker and an unfamiliar emotion settles in. Now he looks like a predator on a hunt as he strides slowly towards you, hand on both sides of his hips. "If we had known that earlier..." you start easing back with every step the artist takes "right, Sylus?" as you suddenly bump backwards into something, warm and hard.

"Indeed. That had been so much easier." the deep voice of the white haired man rumbles in your ear. And just like that you're trapped between the tall leader of Onychinus, wrapping his muscular arms around your middle and Rafayel standing right in front of you, sliding two fingers along your jaw to your chin. He lifts it up gently yet firm till you meet his two toned eyes. They are now clouded with a heavy storm that brews in his usually calm sunset orbs.

Rafayels voice is deep and smokey, filled with desire and a triumph you couldn't understand right now. "So, my darling bodyguard is greedy. You need two men to fulfill your wants and desires?"

You gulp, suddenly aware what he's implying now, and you catch yourself wishing for this dark fantasy of yours coming to life. Who wouldn't want such gorgeous men, gathered around in the same bed, your bed.

Trembling a bit due to the excitement and arousal that shoots through your body, you just manage to hum.

"Oh, such a naughty kitten." Sylus dark timbre at your neck, kissing you gently on your now hot skin.

Everything feels heated now and the proximity of the two men nearly overwhelms your senses.

"But you need to use your words." Rafayel grins at you, a bit cocky as he leans down to brush his lips at your crimson red flushed cheeks. „Do you want us? Together? Here and now?" husky words, whispered into the other side. You're now caged between them, Sylus at your back nibbling and kissing the right of your neck and Rafayel in front of you, brushing his lips on the left side of your face. Close to fainting your breath hitches. Is this really happening?

"Answer him, sweetie" demands the dark voice on your neck, and you obey, anticipating what is to come.

"Yes... I want you both." you try to sound calm and assured, but your voice is betraying you, and it comes out more hoarse as you like as your heart races in your chest.

Rafayel sighs and then his lips are on yours, soft and warm, still holding your chin with his artist's fingers. The hands around your middle now slip under the hem of your shirt. Hot long digits stroking the sensitive skin at your ribs as Sylus purrs at your neck. "Such a good girl..."

And you melt... there's no other description of your feelings right now. Your knees give up under this assault on your senses and Sylus catches you easily, holding you upright with his big hands beneath the swelling of your breasts. Rafayel just chuckles as he loses the contact to your lips and looks at you with twinkling eyes full of mirth.

"Already so weak for us?" and then his gaze darkens, the predator back into the storm of his eyes. "Time to switch the location and get you more comfortable, yeah?" voice laced with desire and unspoken promises.

Sylus hums in approval and lifts you up his arms, carrying to your bedroom, Rafayel follows suit.

Gently placed on the edge of the bed, Sylus gets on his knees before you, setting his hands on your thighs and crimson red eyes observing you attentively. "We'll need a safe word, Sweetie, just in case it gets too much for you."

You nod and think for a second. You never did something like this ever before, what does one take in such a moment? Maybe a word not too difficult, a short one? And easy to remember? "Sandwich" you decide and both men snicker at your choice.

"Alright, alright, sandwich it is" Rafayel laughs from behind you, sliding at your back and placing his legs at both of your sides and his arms are now around your middle, granting you a sense of safety, and you relax into his chest. You know that Rafayel would never do something that makes you uncomfortable.

His nose in your hair he murmurs: "Yeah, just like this. Relax, we'll take care of you."

Sylus nods, „Sandwich, as you wish, Sweetie." You gaze at him, unsure what will happen next.

Even on his knees, Sylus is still a bit taller than you sitting on the bed. He bends down towards you, sinking his lips on yours. The kiss is more demanding but still you can feel his adoration through it.

Heat starts to rise from your inner core as the hands of the Lemurian wander up your body, caressing your skin with feather-light touches till they arrive beneath your bra. In the haze of the kiss from Sylus you register Rafayels hot breath on the drape of your neck, followed by gentle nibbles and suctions on the sensitive skin there. Goosebumps spread to your whole body, and you shiver slightly from arousal. Both men stop in an instant.

"Are you alright, kitten?" crimson red eyes gazing at you with worry.

You smile. How do you deserve such gorgeous men? "If you ask me that one more time, I swear, I will strip on the spot to make it clear that I absolutely want this!" you state impatiently, not hiding the little annoyance about Rafayels warmth left your body and Sylus easing back from his kiss.

The white haired man just chuckles "Eager, are we?" before you grab his head and this time you're the one initiating the kiss, clashing your lips against his as he obediently gives in to your pull.

And with your other hand you search for Rafayels, wanting his warmth back and his arms around your body which earns you another low chuckle from the painter.

Shortly after you've been freed from shirt and bra, your boobs harden at the stare of your two lovers. Sylus begins to suck on one nipple as Rafayel plays with two fingers on the other. Your breathing gets shallow, and you feel the moisture of your core starting to damp your underwear. The man at your back turns your head to the side demanding the same treatment as Sylus as he kisses you hungry but still oh so gentle. It literally drives you crazy.

Long fingers slip under your shirt, caressing the skin there, others are on your breast, kneading and the plushness and perking your nipples. A hot tongue in your mouth exploring curious and gentle, the other wet and conquering on your free tit, playing to its content with the rosy bud. It's hot and nearly too much sensation, and you love all of it, moaning with pleasure on Rafayels lips and grabbing the white hair in front of you in desperate passion.

Then long digits stroking their way up, finding the wet parts that yearn to be appreciated. Sylus slips his finder between the silken cloth and your folds as he hums in affirmation. "So wet for us, kitten."

And you've ripped off your skirt and underwear in one swift motion, leaving you bare and heavily panting between the two men. Crimson red and bluish-pink eyes wandering about your heated skin, admiring what is now freely presented to them.

One last look out of these dark-glowing orbs in front of you, seeking assurance again. As you nod weakly Sylus crushes between your thighs, his lips finding yours down there, and you instantly cry out in pleasure. Like a giant cat he licks your liquid that is dripping down and purrs in satisfaction. His big hands massaging and stroking your legs, holding them open for him to devour his meal. Your head gets dizzy and falls into Rafayels broad back. He immediately catches you, kissing you all over your neck, your shoulders, every inch of skin he's able to reach with the deliciously soft lips.

The tension in your belly rises fast and not long after Sylus had begun his feast on your pussy, you came in a crushing orgasm. Your screams are muffled by skilled lips and shushing you, telling you how good you're doing.

"We need to prepare you first, yeah? Let us take care of you and stretch you properly, Cutie." low whispers under your ear with a smokey voice that drips from desire.

You're not really down from your high as you are sprained on the bed, your back sinking into your mattress and a cushion is stuffed under your butt. Amethyst hair lowering down between your thighs and continue the work that Sylus had recently finished.

You whimper, still very sensitive and your legs tremble from the ruthless attack, the fire of desire flaming anew and leaving you weakly.

Strong arms are shoved under your head, warm hands stroking your belly and kneading your tits. Crimson red eyes lowering to your face.

"You can take it, kitten. Relax." as Sylus devours you in a searing kiss as the world stumbles and two artistic fingers are slipped into your clenching wet core.

Tongue and lips playing with your clitoris, and Rafayels slender digits working you skillfully towards another orgasm. And as you are close, your walls trembling and clenching around them, he enters a third finger. Scissoring them and persuading your walls to make space and let them all in. The feeling of it leaves you hazy and the coil in your lower region snaps shortly after. You cry out of pleasure and sob from the immense feelings that shoot through your whole body.

Sylus and Rafayel escort you through your high, not leaving your body once, grounding you as soon as the stars fade and your consciousness is back to earth.

"You're her with us again, Cutie?" Rafayel asks, observing you closely, brushing some damp strands of hair out of your face.

"Mhm" you murmur, still dazed from your last orgasm. "I'm fine" smiling reassuringly to your Lemurian Lover.

You cuddle with them for a moment, both holding you in tight embraces. Fiery and hungry kisses are shared between you and the two men before hands exploring again, and a new heat sets up in your body.

"Time for the endgame, sweetie" Sylus smiles smugly at your neck, helping you to sit up.

Rafayel places himself in a half sitting position with his rear on the bedhead, holding his arms wide open to lie you onto his embrace. "Come here."

Which you obey. On trembling legs you crawl on top of him, both your knees on his side as he engulfs you on his arms. The artist kisses you hungrily, passionate, and you melt into his body, balancing yourself on your elbows at the headrest.

Rafayels hands gently grab yours and for some moments there are just the two of you, lost in your desire for each other.

And then Sylus weight pushes down the mattress behind you as he gently strokes his fingers along your back, placing kisses down to your spine, the hot skins of his body nearly burning yours. You moan into your linked mouths with Rafayel, and he eases back with a little smile and glazed eyes. "You like that, huh?" he asks smugly, and you shut him up with another kiss. You don't want to talk right now, you just want to feel. Rafayel seems to sense it and releases your entwined hands to massage your tits again, and start to play skillfully with your now hypersensitive nipples, which grants him another moan as you're still devouring each other with your tongues.

Sylus traces hot trails on your back, down your ass before his fingers sink deep into your slick folds. "Oh Sweetie, you're still wet and hot. Can't get enough of us, do you?" before he enters your core and takes up a thrusting pace with his fingers buried deep inside you.

You're a whimpering mess now, barely able to hold yourself upright, the arousal taking over your body in a hot blazing inferno again.

Rafayels lips on yours, his slender fingers playing with your nipples and Sylus kissing your back, thrusting his hand into your cunt recklessly sends you straight to another climax. You cry out, your inner walls clenching around merciless digits, and you clash onto Rafayels body underneath as the high leaves you weak and shaky.

A chuckle on your back "Oh, we're not done yet, kitten. The best is about to come." as Sylus lifts you up with his big hands around your waist. Rafael takes your head in his elegant fingers, forcing you to look at him.

"You can take us both, yeah?" he whispers, hoarse and needy. Together they position you so that Rafayel can easily slip his perfect cock into you that grants him a pleasured sigh. He just feels so good, even after the two orgasms you already had. More greedily kisses from your Lemurian, but he doesn't move his hips. Instead, you feel another poke at your wet dripping hole. Sylus who also enters and pushes his cock besides Rafayels onto you. And oh, he is so thick! The stretch is nearly unbearable, but he takes his time. Inch for inch he thrusts his way in carefully and both you and the painter moan and whimper at this sensation.

Finally buried to the hilt inside you, all stops for a moment. You are trying to catch your breath, you are so full, stuffed with two gorgeous cocks inside you. Rafayel is overwhelmed, his face flushed deep red and head against the backrest and mouth hanging open for his vocal moans. Sylus because he doesn't want to hurt anyone and give everyone time to adjust to the sensation, mostly himself. This feels just too good to be true.

And after some moments where all of you are trying to process the sensual attacks, big fingers grab your hips firmly and lift you up and down on the same rhythm as Sylus starts thrusting in and out of you. And you lose it, the overwhelming arousal that now burns through your body nearly too much. You cry out in pleasure, whimpering and panting heavily. You hold on Rafayels shoulders in a try to stabilize yourself, taking the pushing from behind and retorting them a little.

The man under you supports your body with his own hands at your chest. "Look -hah- at me, Cutie." a choked out demand which you can't deny. Wide glazed-over ocean eyes lock gaze with yours while bobbing up and down with his own thrusts and your movements. "Rafa -ahhh-" you moan as Sylus takes up the speed, and now you are fucked like a rag doll between these two handsome men.

"Don't. Forget. About. Me. kitten!" every word escorted by ruthless thrusts, letting you bounce helplessly. "Ahh—yes—" you cry out "Syl -aaah" you nearly choke on your own words as your brain-short circuits and all that exists are the two cocks ravaging and stretching your cunt so good and fulfilling.

Soon the coil in your belly grows to an unbearable weight and the lewd noises of skin flapping against skin, the squelching of the fluids that are pressed in and out your body and the moans and whimpers of three persons filling the room entirely. You give in to the tension in your lower body and the orgasm blends out everything. You see stars and fireworks and scream out the names of your lovers before all blacks out, and you faint.

As you regain your consciousness, you find yourself cradled between two hot bodies. Sylus spooning you from behind, his face above your head, and sleeping exhausted. Rafayel's purple hair is spread between your breasts, and he also has fallen into a peaceful slumber, flushed to your body.

You can feel that they took care of you, because you're missing the stickiness between your legs, and you're wearing one of your pajama shirts and a fresh slip.

Grinning and satisfied you close your eyes again, relishing the feeling of being loved and fucked so much. Who had thought this would happen, you ponder to yourself and drift back to sleep.