Aias' P.O.V

Warning - In this chapter, there will be a scene with exhibitionism at the end. If you don't like it don't read it. I have a warning down below for you to stop reading at that point. In this scene, a couple in this friend group will have sex in front of the others.

You do not have to read this scene and can simply ignore it. If you still choose to read it and hate it, please be careful with your words because I did warn you.

Also, I've made some changes to this chapter and added in some new details so it's almost 1000 words longer than the original copy, but if you want to read the original, it's available in my notebook.

The extra detail to this chapter makes it better in my opinion, so I'm happy I tweaked some bits of it.

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My eyes linger on the pair before me, I strange tug and pull of emotions troubling my heart at the image they created together.

Held protectively in Lincoln's arms, Kalem lets his head fall back as a chorus of laughter escapes him, a smile so big resting on his lips that it encouraged mine to follow suit.

I couldn't see Lincoln's face from here, but the deep red wings at his back fluttered excitedly while Kalem laughed, chasing behind his joy with his own.

It didn't look as if a lost boy was being held by the man he gave all his trust too, Kalem didn't look scared or unsure of his surroundings in the slightest.

I didn't see a slave and his master, instead, I saw a young boy who was deeply in love, being held by a man who loved him just the same.

It was very simple, but that didn't stop my heart from swelling.

Ythene's charge was coming to an end.

"Aias," At Malcolm's call I immediately divert my attention solely to him.

That was all it took now, Malcolm's lips calling for me and within an instant, I lost any former train of thought as I focused on him.

It was disturbing... the power I'd let him construct over me.

"Yes," I answer as I look into his striking grey eyes.

Malcolm looked frightened and a little panicked as he fought with himself to get the right words out, his grip on my arm growing tighter with each step.
To his left, his incubus companion, Wequie, wore an expression of pure pleasure and budding mischief.

Though the incubus did have a habit of falling into these two categories all the times I'd seen him, I was sure now that that had something to do with Malcolm's worry

"Tell Wequie that he is not invited to ever join us in bed," Malcolm demands though he kept his tone respectful.

"That goes without saying," I reply with a small frown that quickly washes away all of Malcolm's worries.

In Ythene's realm, I'd had many lovers and many skilled partners to keep my bed warm at night. I, like most elves, was never one to shy away from the pleasures one could find in another, and more so, the pleasures to be found while indulging many.

However with Malcolm...

With Malcolm it was different. I wouldn't share my pisen.

"I was only teasing Malcolm," Wequie says lightly but Malcolm's eyes remained narrow as he studied his friend.

"You are being hopeful," He corrects and the incubus only shrugs in response. "But I'll never share Aias, never."

Raising my hand I gently stroke Malcolm's collar to soothe him. I'd infused the piece of jewellery with elven magic that strengthened the connection Malcolm and I had slowly kindled all one our own.
And it did its job now as Malcolm eased against me, letting the presence of my care seep into his skin to calm him.

The pair carry on their conversation and I listen in with one ear while I let my thoughts wander to the quickly approaching matters of my charge.

My time in this realm was speedily coming to an end, I may not be done my charge just yet but it wouldn't be too long now.

Lincoln and Malcolm were working hard to bring about their clan, and things were falling into place far faster than I'd imagined.

It was only the matter of killing the vampire they called Diablos and I expected that would be settled within a few months.

I only had mere months before I'd have to return to Ythene's realm. But there was still so much left to do.

I entertained the idea of staying on longer but quickly banished the thought. If I ignored their calls -which would come- they'd send someone to fetch me and the last thing I wanted was Babis' knowing eyes here on Earth. 

He'd take one glance at Malcolm and know.

It would be safer to leave when my charge was completed. If I went without trouble, I'd be able to spin the events of my time on Earth to my liking without raising unnecessary suspicion.
Once that was handled, I'd return once I'd made the proper arrangements to keep Malcolm with me.

But even so, I still needed to teach Kalem how to mould another form for himself and ensure that he had full control of his elven gifts.

Then there was Malcolm. I could no better part from him than he could from me.

I'd realised that when he'd gone with Lincoln and Wequie to seek a physical start to their clan, and didn't wish to relive the distress that befell me when I was without my pisen.

My pisen... Ythene's mercy, they'd have my head at the palace for that.

"Is he usually this quiet?" I hear the incubus ask, "I know opposites attract and all that but yikes! Do you just talk to yourself most of the time Mal?"

"I speak when there's something worth saying," I say as I let my gaze fall into the small creature, "or when there's someone worth speaking to."

Malcolm snorts and Wequie laughs as well, he seemed like the type to not take anything to heart.

"Okay, so clearly I'm worth speaking to." Wequie declares with a happy cheer that causes Malcolm to roll his eyes. "But now that we've got you talking, why don't you tell us about life back home?" Wequie prompts with curious eyes. "Are there festivals like these? Do you dance around and sing music, or simply stare quietly at one another?"

"Oddly enough there is a faction which chooses to spend their time during festivals in an isolation space of silence." I reply which makes his eyes grow wide with a look of equal shock and horror. "Something tells me you wouldn't survive it for very long."

"I'd fucking kill myself," Wequie replies before he quickly corrects himself, "well, I'd try."

"What else happens in your festivals?" Malcolm prompts as he looks hopefully to me.

I hadn't given Malcolm much detail about my realm or myself for that matter, I'd only allowed him my affections.

It'd make it all easier if I couldn't return for him.

That was what I told myself when my distance made him upset and tore a rift between us. And yet I couldn't help but wish that Malcolm knew everything about me, as I did him so that he'd never be able to seek comfort in another.

The way I yearned to own every inch of Malcolm was unhealthy at the best of times, and at the worst...

"Our festivals are much the same," I say as I quickly glance around the open fields, "very cherry and free, almost whimsical. They usually tend to extend for a full day and are open to all."

"Open to all you say?" Wequie asks with raised brows, "does that mean it wouldn't be a problem for me to come and enjoy elven... festivities?"

I open my mouth to reply but Malcolm beats me to it, "no." He says sharply, "he means open to all elven creatures. Only elven creatures are allowed in their realm. No exceptions."

Malcolm's words were like a blade's slash across the chest, creating an open wound that let distress pour from my veins in an unstoppable rush.

"Malcolm," I start but my pisen was already unwinding himself from me, rushing forward to join Lincoln and Kalem with a smile that was too ready to be real.

I release a deep sigh while the large wings at my back finally stilled their insistent fluttering at Malcolm's absence.

"I take it Malcolm isn't too pleased about that little fact," Wequie says beside me, his expression a little softer now as he stayed in step with me.

"No," I reply tiredly.

"No exceptions at all?" Wequie presses hopefully.

I shake my head knowing Malcolm's ears were sharp.

When I don't say anything else, Wequie fills the silence the only way he knows how.

"Well, that sucks," Wequie announces with a huff. "I've always wanted to bang an elf. They're one of the seven species I haven't crossed off my list."

"That's very impressive," I reply with wide eyes.

Wequie nods appreciatively with brightening cheeks as he replies, "I'm very proud."

"Elves are pleasant bedmates," I allow which immediately makes his eyes light up with interest.

From my time on Earth and with the rat known as Lincoln, I was well aware that most supernatural species weren't too fond of the incubi. They thought the species practices to be crude and inappropriate at most times.

I, however, quite liked what I'd seen so far of the incubi through Wequie.

Elves were practical creatures and that did run over into our sexual appetite and appreciation for such affairs. We weren't secretive about the things that brought us pleasure and very vocal about it when prompted.

If anything, the way Wequie so easily spoke of his sexual interests reminded me of home.

"How so?" Wequie asks and I readily oblige.

"Most elves height start somewhere around six feet in their primal state, so the men are very well endowed." I start which makes Wequie moan longingly, I nod my agreement. "We nurture high stamina from birth, so sex can carry on for many of your realm's 'days' without pause."

"How many days are we talking here?" He asks with the gesture of his hand. "Say you were really pushing it, trying to set a record, how long could you go?"

I think on it for a moment, "I'd say ten but after eight I would think it would cease to be enjoyable."

"Okay, now I really want to fuck an elf!" Wequie declares which brings a smile to my lips. "Most species can't go for more than three days!"

I had a great deal of pride when it came to my people and that was not something I ever hid.

"Now the women," Wequie says with equal interest, "tell me everything you can."

Wequie and I easily fall into a conversation about the many different skills elven women harboured and how they aligned with those of the incubi.
The conversation naturally continued from there and though I kept an eye on my pisen, I enjoyed myself immensely while conversing with Wequie.

The elves in the palace would love him.

By the time we'd reached the so-called 'ice-rink', Wequie looked completely rejuvenated as he went bouncing over to the rest of the group.

I follow after and take myself to Malcolm who doesn't reject my approach though he still appeared a little upset. 

I rack my brain for one of the practices of this realm that would help soothe our troubled waters. I had to frequently remind myself that here actions went a lot farther than words.

Which was I still found to be absurd. Words, when truthfully spoken, should always get the job done. 

Turning Malcolm's head towards me, I grip his jaw and kiss him.

I didn't often kiss Malcolm in front of others, each time I made a public claiming of him only made my mental and physical hold on him grow stronger so I tried to avoid doing it. However, when my pisen was upset I could hardly stop myself when I knew how much it pleased him.

Malcolm came easily, turning his body to face me before he presses himself into me with a muffled groan. Tightening the fingers I'd locked around his jaw, I tilt my head and delve my tongue deeper inside Malcolm's welcoming mouth. As my magic begins to swirl around us, Malcolm shivers violently which only strengthens my resolve to have more of him. I swipe my tongue across his lips and deepen the kiss when Lincoln makes a purposefully noisy groan of discomfort.

Anything that upset that particular vermin was always rewarding so I ignore Lincoln and smile against my Pisen's lips when he starts grinding into me, too turned on to be concerned with his whimpers.

When I pull away from Malcolm, I keep my arm around him and don't pull away, even when Kalem was smiling so giddily at the pair of us.

"It's like you're out to torture me," Lincoln says in his usual flat tone.

It still perplexed me that someone as joyous as Kalem was content with the stiff vampire.

"If I was out to torture you, I'd do a lot more than just kiss Malcolm," I reply before I let my hand slide over Malcolm's hardening cock, "something like this."

Malcolm jumps in surprise but doesn't pull away from me, he only looks down at my possessive fingers while Wequie cheers widely. Kalem bit his lip to stop a smile from taking his heating cheeks and to my pleasure, Lincoln looked slightly ill.

I hadn't forgotten how he'd made Malcolm believe that I found fault with his skin, perhaps taking his friend so publically would be his punishment.

Yes, I liked the sound of that.

"I really like Aias guys," Wequie announces with a massive grin, "like a lot."

"Of course you do," Lincoln mutters before he pointedly turns to face the arena of skating pixies. "Now how about we remember why we came here in the first place." 

I keep my hands on Malcolm while we all look to the upward spiral of ice.

Held up by what I could only assume to be magic was several large slices of ice that climbed higher and higher into the sky like steps. They were all relatively closed, by placed randomly above the largest slice which was on the surface. With sharp blades to the bottom of their shoes, the pixies moved on the ice with a fluidity that was truly captivating. They mostly skated in circles while some moved faster, severing through the others to perform the most exciting tricks.

There was a ramp in the centre that I didn't understand the purpose of until one determined pixie when skating towards the thing with as much speed as it could build up. Its wings slowly unfurled from its back and began to flutter as the pixie went up the ramp, the moment its feet were in the air, its wings took over and he went flying towards the next slice of ice.

"Wow!" Kalem exclaims as he jumps up and down and applauds for the pixie who was long gone.

"Wow indeed," Lincoln replies and to my disgust, he sounded mildly excited. 

Before today, I'd never heard of 'ice skating', it was not something that was done in my realm as far as I knew but depending on how things went here, it may soon be.

"They're giving shoes over there," Wequie says with a pointed finger before he takes off towards it with his wings. Lincoln and Kalem follow and I let Malcolm pull me after them.

"Have you done this... skating before?" I ask Malcolm wearily as I watch another pixie go up in the air from the ramp.

"Many times," Malcolm replies with a sure smile, "it's a lot of fun. Though I've never seen ice this clear for skating."

I nod once and keep my eyes off the rink for now. Instead, I look to Malcolm and feel a smile tugging on my lips when my eyes land on the fluffy ears he'd put on himself before he'd forced a pair onto me.

They were ridiculous and we looked foolish, but I'd be sure to put them somewhere safe when we left the festivities. 

It took quite a while to find the right size skates for everyone when the pixies didn't recognise any of the sizing options Malcolm and Wequie offered, and Wequie offered a lot. At one point, too excited to wait any longer, Kalem climbed onto the surface and stretched out his foot, offering it be measured so that he could go 'skate with the pretty pixies'.

It was shameful to say that that was what got the job done.

Now Malcolm was helping me to the closest entrance same as Lincoln did with Kalem, Wequie far ahead of us all as he skated effortlessly like a spell brought to life. Each time he passed us by, he made sure to take a new pose while he snickered to himself.

Once I'm settled at the entrance, Malcolm slides onto the ice before quickly circling with waiting hands to take mine. I look down at the smooth ice and then the blades I was meant to use on it, the whole ordeal hardly seemed safe, but Malcolm was doing it and so were hundreds of pixies. So I force my head back up and look to Malcolm who I find waiting for me with a small smile.

I take his hands and take a step out.

Unbalanced. Close to death. Regretful. Just a few ways to describe how I felt the moment I put my full weight on the slippy surface.

"Try to balance yourself, don't lean forward too much," Malcolm says as he tries to push me up gently. I try, I really do, but we were somehow moving now and that made the wings to my back flap frantically behind me. "Tuck your wings away."

"Those things have a mind of there own," I reply through my quick breathes as I stare at the floor, trying my hardest to stop putting so much weight on Malcolm. 

"It's pushing us out so you have to stop," Malcolm says and when I look up I find him trying hard to swallow a laugh. I scowl and Malcolm quickly tightens his hands around mind before I could snatch them away. "Master, you just need to relax."

"I can't relax when I'm about to fall," I reply sharply but Malcolm only smiles as he begins tugging me forth. My legs shake as they move reluctantly, I didn't dare lift them from the floor as I let Malcolm drag me forward.

"You're not going to fall, I've got you," Malcolm promises as he forces me to stand upwards instead of crunched over as I had been. A screech escapes me and Malcolm kisses me before curses could follow. He pulls away with a happy grin, and keeps my body up as he comes to my side. "We'll take it slow."

"I'm trusting you, Malcolm," I say through clenched teeth.

"I know, Master. " Malcolm whispers, sounding giddy at the prospect alone.

Malcolm and I take it slow as promised, completing the first oscillation of the bottom rink at a ukiel's pace but we made it without falling despite Lincoln's childish taunts. I didn't feel nearly as embarrassed when not too far behind me was Kalem struggling to take the ice for the first time, though he was taking a far different approach than I was.

Kalem had left Lincoln's supportive hold after the first few minutes and taken the ice for himself. He'd fallen and kept falling but got up each time with a big smile and took to the ice again. He was improving slowly, but I wasn't keen on becoming so acquainted with the ice myself, so I stuck with my Pisen's instructions.

It wasn't long before I could skate without Malcolm's hand in mine, but he was always there when I wobbled or almost met my fall. He stuck close and smiled proudly as we began skating side by side a little faster.

"You're doing it!" He cheers happily as we circle one corner smoothly, "you're doing it Aias."

His excitement was contagious. I smile and take his hand again, I didn't need it but I just wanted to feel him. Malcolm seemed to sense that because his eyes melted with affection as he squeezed my hand and pulled me on with him.

"You've gotten it," Wequie comments as he joins us suddenly, skating in front of us without glancing back, yet somehow he managed to swivel around any he almost came into contact with. "Does this mean we can take the ramp now?"

"I think we'll need a little longer," I reply and Wequie pouts before he looks around, "I'll see if Lincoln will try it with me."

Skating off towards Lincoln, we watch as Wequie chats to Kalem and Lincoln who both nodded furiously only a few seconds afterwards. 

"Let's stop for a moment, I want to see this," Malcolm says as he leads us to one of the exits. We pull off the ice and find a free spot against the rink to watch as Lincoln, Wequie and Kalem circled the ice and slowly gained speed.

"You can join them if you wish," I say to Malcolm as I look to him for a moment, "I'll be fine waiting if you do."

Malcolm shakes his head and wraps an arm around my waist. He'd become more open with his affections since his return, but that was my fault since I couldn't find the strength to stop him. "I'm happy when I'm with you. We can stay here for the rest of the night and I'll be happy."

"If you're sure," I reply and Malcolm nods before he presses a kiss to my cheek.

"I'm sure Master,"

Leaving it as that, we look forward to the ramp just as Wequie circled towards it, his eyes studying it like prey he'd ravage. "You've got this Wequie!" Malcolm cheers supportively and Wequie smiles as he charges towards the ramp.

Tucked a little low with his arms moving with his legs, Wequie gives it all he has as he meets the ramp, he goes up with one smooth movement and lets his wings carry him up to the next rink with a loud holler of success.

"I am amazing!" He shouts from high up and disappears from sight.

Next was Kalem who looked scared but too excited to let his fear get to him. Lincoln whispered words of encouragement that seemed to boost Kalem up enough to just go for it, and he did.

With his eyes closed.

My entire body went rigid with fear as I watch Kalem skate towards the ramp, his lips shut tight and his shaky legs taking him as fast as he could go. He didn't manage to build up a lot of momentum but it was enough to get up and off the ramp, and his wings quickly took over from them. 

Malcolm and I both release a breath of relief as Kalem reaches the next rink unscathed.

I doubted Kalem even made conscious thoughts when he used his wings, it came so naturally to him that it seemed as if he'd been a pixie all his life. It made sense that it would, Nyphlims had wings in their natural forms and I was sure that Kalem was no exception. Perhaps one day he'd be able to unlock that side of himself that'd been locked away, I was sure he'd never tire of his wings if he did.

"You're up old man!" Malcolm shoots to Lincoln who was circling the rink at a worrying speed. 

I hadn't seen any of the other pixies move quite so fast and the ones who remained on the bottom rink, stayed close to the edges to get out of his way as Lincoln circled it time and time again with a smirk on his lips.

He turned to the ramp in one fluid motion that only diminished his speed slightly, and as he went to it with fire in his eyes, everyone watched silently.

Lincoln's body sped up and off the ramp as if there was fuel in his skates, he took to the sky and didn't bother unfurling his wings as he soared up to the next rink on his own. 

Cheers immediately erupted from below as everyone quickly made their way to the ramp to follow after the 'pixie' who'd managed such a stunt.

"Show off," Malcolm grumbles as he shakes his head.

Settling my gaze on my pisen, I rest my back against the rink before I pull Malcolm towards me. He watches me with a small frown of confusion but lets me pull him between my legs where he settles himself comfortable. With hands pressed to either side of me, Malcolm steadies himself and waits for me to make my next move.

I run a finger along his collarbone and Malcolm shudders as he offers his neck for my inspection. I continue my gentle touch to his skin before I slip my finger under his collar and tug him forth. Our lips brush softly and Malcolm swallows deeply as he stays perfectly still for me.

A smile tugs on my lips as I continue to tease him with my kisses, barely letting our lips brush together before I nipped at his chin. When I press a kiss to the corner of Malcolm's lips he releases a needy whimper that made my balls heavy for him.

Draggin back, I watch the need and desperation build in his gaze before I finally let him have what he wanted, "kiss me Pisen."

Malcolm's lips found mine immediately and he kissed me with a ferocity that made my heart blaze with the flames of arousal. I grip his hips firmly and tug him into me while I slide my lips against him, taking in the flavour him greedily as I deepened the kiss for more.

"Aias," Malcolm moans between desperate gasps for air.

I pull him even closer, unable to stop my building need to claim more of him. So I do, I bite, lick and suck on Malcolm's lips while my hands explore every inch of him I could. Malcolm gave his full weight to me, whimpering and moaning for all to hear as he gave his pleasure so readily over to me.

I let myself lose all thoughts and worries in favour of enjoying his warmth and devotion. 

I could worry about all that was to come at another time. For now, I just wanted to enjoy my Pisen.

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A/N - HERE IS WHERE YOU STOP READING IF YOU DON'T LIKE EXHIBITIONISM OR IF THE PROSPECT OF A COUPLE IN THIS GROUP HAVING SEX IN FRONT OF THE OTHERS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. 

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING

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"Master said that?" Kalem asks as he covers his mouth with his hands, his eyes wide and full of disbelief. We all nod and Kalem gasps as he looks to Malcolm, "I never said that Aias' Malcolm, I promise."

Wequie chokes on that last bit but manages to keep in any comments as we focused on the task at hand.

"I know," Malcolm replies kindly as he rests a hand on Kalem's shoulder, "I didn't think you would make up something so nasty about me."

So technically, Lincoln had told Malcolm that I found his skin to be dry, according to a report made by Kalem. To fit our plan, we'd adjusted the truth just a little to say that Lincoln had told Malcolm that Kalem thought my skin was dry.

It was only a little adjustment.

"It was a mean prank your Master played on us and we want to get him back," I explain to Kalem who looks to me now, still looking shocked. "Would you help us?"

Kalem lowers his hands and nibbles on his lips as he looks over his shoulder, clearly seeking Lincoln and his guidance. But Lincoln was getting the car which is exactly why we'd pounced on Kalem now while he was alone.

"Is it a mean prank?" Kalem asks quietly.

"Okay, maybe prank isn't the best word to describe what this is," Malcolm allows as he looks towards me to help but the incubus beats me to it.

"It's more like a punishment," Wequie says which makes Kalem's eyes widen with alarm.

"Not a punishment," I say through clenched teeth as I glare at Wequie. It was foolish to use that word with Kalem but I suppose he wouldn't know that. "We're just teaching him a lesson so he won't be nasty again."

"What kind of lesson?" Kalem asks innocently.

Malcolm and I both look to Wequie who happily explains what Aias and I would be doing to teach Lincoln a lesson I was sure he'd never forget. It'd been Malcolm's idea, apparently taken from a special adventure with Wequie that Lincoln tried his hardest to forget.

"Oh," Kalem mumbles with bright cheeks once Wequie has finished his unnecessarily lengthy explanation. "I don't think Master is going to like that at all."

"Exactly," Malcolm says nodding, "he'll hate it."

"I don't know," Kalem says while nibbling on his lip.

"It won't be the first time that Lincoln has seen me have sex, and God knows it probably won't be the last," Malcolm replies while he smirks at a blushing Kalem. "We've spent centuries together and Linc has seen far worse from me."

"Same here," Wequie says with a raised hand, "he'll throw a big fit and promise to never speak to us again, but he'll get over it within a week or two, he always does."

"Okay," Kalem agrees with a little nod.

"Are you sure?" 

"Are you okay with it young one?" I ask carefully, the last thing I wanted was to trouble Kalem as well.

This time, Kalem's nod was much quicker and surer as he smiled hesitantly at me, "I don't think I'll mind it at all."

"Demon," Wequie teases but Kalem doesn't shy away from it, he only smiles down at his hands which made my smile. It was a hope of mine that Kalem would grow comfortable with both sides of himself, it was the only way he would find true balance.

"So what do I have to do?" Kalem asks as he rubs as his arms.

"No popping," Malcolm says, "no matter what Lincoln says, you don't pop away by yourself or with anyone, and you don't pop the car anywhere. You just sit in the car and do nothing."

Kalem seemed to relax at that as he nodded his understanding, "but what if Master gets mad at me?"

"Worst-case scenario, you just say adventure two hundred and fifty-six and he'll leave you alone. But don't worry we'll handle him if he does," Wequie promises.

Kalem quickly raises his pinkie finger and Wequie wraps his around it with an easy smile that Kalem returned.  With that settled, the two walk off together towards the road, and Malcolm and I follow after them, already smiling slightly at the prospect of what was to come.

The vermin would suffer tonight.

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In the car, nobody says anything as we move down the fairly empty roads they'd built for their vehicles in this realm. Kalem sat in the front beside Lincoln who drove, Wequie sat beside Malcolm and I and wore a massive grin as he waited for our revenge to take place.

I watch Lincoln carefully in the rearview mirror, waiting for the moment he looked even just a little happier. We all knew how much he enjoyed the quiet and were purposefully so to relax him before we tore any form of tranquillity from him for the next hour.

The second his lips twitched, I let a smile tug at my own lips.

I would enjoy this...

"Malcolm," I say as I raise my hips enough to slide my pants and underwear down, "ready me."

Malcolm doesn't waste a moment settling himself between my legs to suck my cock into his mouth the moment I'm free from the confines of my clothing. A sharp hiss escapes me as Malcolm's wet lips greedily suckle on the head of my fulling cock, the suction making me dizzy for a moment.

"What ar-" Lincoln starts as he looks viscously between the road and rearview mirror. Horror crashes through his features as realisation settles in, "no! No! No! No! Fuck no! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"Well I'm not doing much of anything yet, but Malcolm's sucking my cock," I answer calmly while I try to breathe through clenched teeth.

The way Malcolm worshipped my cock whenever I rewarded him with it made it hard to breathe at times, his lips were tight and his tongue a loyal servant of pleasure. I settle a hand on the back of his head and release a sigh as I direct him to take more of me. 

Lincoln splutters on a response as he stares wide-eyed at me before looking to Kalem who was looking pointedly ahead as if he didn't know what was happening behind us. Lincoln didn't even bother glancing to Wequie before he tried again, "stop!"

"I'd rather he not," I reply truthfully as I thrust my hips upwards filling Malcolm's welcoming throat which pulling a moan from him. 

"Malcolm! Stop!" Lincoln demands but Malcolm's eyes were already becoming cloudy as they often did whenever he got a taste of my cock. "Malcolm for fuck sake! Do not do this to me!"

Ythene's Glory did I love how hungry he was for it.

Lincoln pulls the car to a stop and tries to get out but it was no use, I'd already spent the journey encircling the contraption with my magic, he wouldn't be leaving it until I willed it. Tugging aggressively at the handle, Lincoln groans his frustration before he turns and looks pointedly at me and not at Malcolm who was guzzling my length down with gusto.

"Stop this sick shit right now," Lincoln demands through clenched teeth as he holds my gaze. "I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but it ends now."

"It doesn't end, until I wish it to," I reply tightly as my balls begin to tighten as I approach my release, Malcolm was twisting them between his free fingers and each tug pressed at the pool of arousal settling in my stomach.

Lincoln turns away the moment he senses I was about to cum, and begins kicking at the doors to get out. Looking down, I focus on Malcolm's bobbing head, watching as he works my length as best as he can with those devilish lips. Little whimpers and moans escaped him as he sucked harder, begging as best as he could for my cum. 

Working the rest of my length with his free hand, he settles his lips at the head of my cock and sucks it tightly while he strokes my cock with his tongue. My pleasure rushed to the surface as my magic bubbled just below, ready to explode just as my cum spurted from my head.

Malcolm moans gratefully around me and continues to suck on my head while he swallows every drop hungrily. He strokes me through my orgasm and doesn't release me until there wasn't a drop more for him now. Only then does he release my cock to lick my length clean with care, before he settles his mouth loosely around my cock as best as he can, and waits for me to harden once more. 

With Malcolm keeping my cock warm, I tune in just in time to hear Lincoln begging Kalem to free them.

"I don't know what they've promised you love, but I'll give you so much more if you get us out of here," Lincoln says as he takes Kalem's hands in his, his face drenched with his horror. "You can pop us out, take us home Kalem."

"I can't Master," Kalem replies softly. 

"Why not?" Lincoln asks desperately, "there's no way you're enjoying this."

"Well..."

"Never mind," Lincoln says as he brings himself closer to Kalem. "You've got to take us home Kalem. This is madness love, you must see that."

"I made a pinkie promise Master," Kalem explains which was a little lie but I wasn't going to comment on that.

"Kalem," Lincoln starts but Kalem shakes his head.

"Pinkie promises are promises that can't be broken ever, no matter what," Kalem says with determination, "you said that."

Lincoln takes in a deep breath before he immediately lets it out and gags, "we can break this one Kalem. Please."

"Sorry Master, I can't," Kalem replies before he takes his hands from Lincoln's and looks back at Malcolm and me with a furious blush. 

"Have I mentioned how much I like Aias guys, because I really like Aias." Wequie says as he inhales deeply filling his lungs with the air in the car and holding it there, "I think he's a vital member of this group. I can't see it carrying on without him." He says as he breathes out.

"Why are you doing this?!" Lincoln shouts impatiently at me. "Wequie, maybe. But why are you guys doing this to me?!"

I only smile as I continue to stroking Malcolm's head, he wouldn't move until I was hard again and I was always hard when I had my Malcolm in my sights. I look down at my pisen and pleasure ripples through me at the sight I find. Malcolm settled happily between my legs with his lips wrapped around my cock, his eyes barely open as he sucked on me softly.

What a glorious sight he was...

"I suggest you get back to driving," I say as I look to a truly feral Lincoln, "the only way you get out this car is when we're back at the house."

The wheels of the car screeched as Lincoln took to the road again, his eyes were focused on the road as he squeezed the steering wheel with both hands.

"Master," Kalem says shakily as he grips his seat belt, "you're going too fast!"

Lincoln immediately slows but not without releasing a load groan as he slammed his fist against the window making a spiderweb of cracks spread through it.

This was far more enjoyable than I'd imagined.

"Come on now," I say to Malcolm as I withdraw my hard cock from his lips. Malcolm tries to keep me in his mouth but lets me go when I click my tongue with disapproval. 

Not needing to be told, Malcolm straddles me as best as he could within the confines of the car and pushes his pants down. I bring my fingers to his lips and he quickly sucks them into his mouth, wetting them for me as I slide them to his whole.

"Good God no!" Lincoln says in a chocked scream, "just stop for the love of God!"

Having sex in front of others never troubled me, it could be a single spectator or an entire crowd and I'd perform the same. I knew Malcolm enjoyed anything I gave to him, if I put him on a leash he'd probably ask for me to make it tighter.

Kalem was a very peculiar mix of innocent and everything but innocent, and as he watched Aias and me, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that this didn't trouble him in the slightest. And Wequie, well I was pretty sure Wequie was about to pass out with how he was panting beside us.

The only person this troubled was Lincoln which was exactly what I wanted.

Malcolm hums as I rub at his hole with my fingers, teasing his entrance with patience that would be his end. He was still stretched from our coupling earlier this afternoon, but I didn't want this to be painful so I made sure to prep him quickly.

"Are you ready for me Pisen?" I ask when I've settled three fingers inside him.

With his arms tightly wrapped around my neck, Malcolm rocks back on my fingers panting, "y-yes Master."

"I am never speaking to you again Malcolm!" Lincoln declares from the front as I slide my fingers out of Malcolm. "Never!"

Ignoring his friend, Malcolm lines himself up with my cock and slowly lowers himself onto me. We both groan our pleasure as I breach him, and Malcolm wastes no time working himself down onto me for more. 

I breathe slowly as I watch Malcolm, enraptured by how handsome and powerful he was. It still sent a chill down my spine when I watched Malcolm give himself so entirely to me, dominating his large physique only turned me on more than his submission did.

"You've got beautiful skin Malcolm," I say as I pass my hands over his strong thighs as he settles himself on my cock completely. He was so tight and warm inside, clenching down onto my length as if he never wanted me to leave him. "Rich, beautiful skin."

Malcolm smirks down at me through his quick pants and we both wait for it to click for Lincoln.

"This is what this is about?!" He exclaims not more than five seconds later. "You're doing this because I said his skin was dry?!"

"If you ever dare to make my Pisen doubt himself again, the punishment will be far worse," I promise through clenched teeth as rage spikes through me. 

Malcolm's eyes widen at my words, and he leans down for a soft kiss before he looks away in an effort to hide the blush he though I couldn't see. I brush the heated skin with my fingers and smile as I hold him close.

"It was a joke!" Lincoln promises, "A little white lie to shut him up!"

"It's not good to lie." Wequie manages but he was somewhere else entirely as he sunk lower into the car seat.

"Lies are bad," Kalem agrees with a little nod.

Lincoln starts cursing but it was quickly drowned out by Malcolm's perfect little sounds as he fucked himself on my cock. His body moved quickly as he leaned back and gripped my legs to support himself while he chased his pleasure with a force that shook the car. 

"Come on Malcolm," I taunt while I want his lean body move, "you can go faster than that."

"Master," Malcolm moans while he squeezes down on me and circles his hips.

"If you want my cum I expect you to work for it," I tell him causing him to bite his lip as he nods his head in understanding and he picks up his pace.

"That's it," I praise as Malcolm works himself on my cock, his grey eyes holding mine. "That's it, Malcolm."

"Aias," Malcolm cries out when I pass my fingers gently over his straining cock. "Please!"

"Not yet," I reply with a smile as I stroke his stomach gently.

Malcolm closes his eyes and groans but doesn't stop serving me with his tight heat. Moving as best he can, Malcolm works my cock deep inside him, taking as much as he can inside of his trembling body.

Beautiful... he is so beautiful.

"I hate my life," Lincoln grumbles from the front.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! i LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE AIAS AND MALCOLM!!! LOVE! LOVE! LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 

Thoughts????????????????

Aias is my 2nd favourite character. Aiden is first and then it's Aias. OMG I can't wait to write his book!!!!! It's really going to be more his book than Malcolm's but ahhhhh!

I didn't want to go too hard with the smut this time but I assure you that the sex Aias and Malcolm have is far better than this. This was a take session to have mercy on Lincoln lol.

Regarding the ending scene, I really didn't think it was all that crazy but I get some people have preferences. But just because your preferences aren't present doesn't mean you can dismiss others. Lots of people are into exhibitionism, there is nothing wrong with it. 

And as for having sex in front of friends, clearly, this friend group is comfortable enough to do it. And beyond Lincoln's bitching, if he really had a problem with it I'm sure he would've found a way out somehow. I don't think Lincoln suffered any more than he was meant to.

But anyway, I'm still surprised the original version had such feedback.

But did you guys enjoy the extra? Did you like the ice-skating? That was @notaprincess_molly idea so thank her for that. Her suggestion actually changed things for me for the last few chapters so thank you!!!!

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I really hope you guys liked it.

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