Smut chapter! Warning for beastality since Mingi underwent some changes and knotting, belly bulge. The baby is safe, I promise

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The titans allowed them to stay. Seonghwa's group met the old friends of their association and settled into the caves of their home. Asteria was thrilled to meet the children and offered to take them along to the classes she taught to young titans. Whenever the two went, they held each other's hands and Jongho accompanied them and Pebble to the lessons. Often, Buddy also ran along to get his exercise in.

They were cosy among the titans, and no attack came their way. Seonghwa could finally unwind and appreciate being back with his loves. His dear harem waited for him for so long. Though they assured Seonghwa they were healed by his return, he didn't let their grins fool him. A fathomless misery lurked behind them and he was tormented by that view. His absence left permanent scars on their souls. And as much as he would mend them, some wounds would never fully disappear.

Seonghwa made time for them. For their tales and their tears. He focused on his family as he had promised, and he was glad that his presence soothed the strain of their souls.

A few weeks passed, and they moved into the chambers built to them, a small cave system in the walls the titans made for them. Seonghwa had the biggest room that fit all of them, and Yunho and Yeosang built him a bed together. While the kids were in class, Seonghwa liked to relax with as many of them as had time. Often those were only Yunho, Mingi, Wooyoung and Yeosang, since San and Hongjoong were stubbornly busy with their training.

Today, Yeosang also accompanied the kids to their studies, since they would learn about plants. Asteria invited his wisdom, and the dryad had been flattered all morning, looking forward to it. Once they left, Seonghwa managed to lure San and Hongjoong to join his little round on the soft furs. They shared the massive berries of this land and some bread the titans baked.

"Your tummy is starting to show," Yunho muttered, full of adoration as Seonghwa rested on his side, easing the strain on his little one. He caressed a thoughtful hand over the curve, and San's wings ducked to shroud him away. No way they could hide the shy wonder in his stare.

"My little seraph is strong, like their father. Will they have enough space for their wings, I wonder." So fond of the tiny life twinkling back at him and never leaving him alone in all those years, Seonghwa smoothed his thumbs over the small bulge.

"Judging by Morana's condition in there, they won't," Hongjoong deducted. It was already apparent this child was more seraphic than elven. Other than Yongguk, that meant this child would likely be born with wings.

The imagination almost brought tears to Seonghwa's eyes. He was so thankful to receive this third babe. So glad to give something back to San for all his patience.

And so glad his baby didn't leave him despite all the torment back during the war.

When he saw him blink away the wetness of his eyes, Yunho rolled over to embrace Seonghwa. He peppered kisses on the elf's forehead and cheeks, urging a smile from him.

"Don't worry. You are beautiful and your child also will be," Yunho assured him and Seonghwa curled into his arm, so protected with them. He missed their warmth for a long time. Every touch tingled over his skin and made his soul soar in euphoria. The distance that felt endless vanished, and Seonghwa sighed into his grip.

"I missed you," he mumbled yet again. He slept for so many years, only subtly aware of the yearning in his soul. It couldn't compare to those who awaited him every day in their waking hours.

But it didn't matter. To his husbands, he was just as precious.

Yunho caught his chin with slender fingertips, and tilted Seonghwa's head up to kiss him. The elf's lashes fluttered shut at the caress of warm lips. There was no better feeling in the world than to kiss the ones he loved.

Yunho was gentle with him, kissing so carefully compared to their pushing and shoving in want back then. The hand on Seonghwa's hip drew him closer slowly, but his fingers wandered, pondering if this was the time to rekindle the passion of their bodies.

Seonghwa knew they craved for him. Waited just as long. And he ached in the best way at the thought of being one with them again.

His arms came up to wind around Yunho's shoulders, tugging him closer. With a surprised moan stifling between their lips, Yunho rolled on top of Seonghwa, lowering his weight on the overjoyed elf. So electrifying, every touch of their bodies. So delightful.

Seonghwa deepened their kiss, expressing his desire as his fingers dropped to reach in the direction of their silent audience. Asking them to come closer and join them.

Wooyoung was the quickest. He scrambled right in to catch the next kiss while Yunho worked his way down Seonghwa's body, worshipping his every nook and cranny with hands and lips. He left the intricacies of Seonghwa's garment to someone else and worked further downwards, holding Seonghwa's hips in large palms as he kissed up his knees and inner thighs.

Seonghwa sighed into Wooyoung's eager mouth. His gryphon-born gleamed with his readiness to serve and batted an indignant wing at Hongjoong when he got too close. With a glare, Hongjoong twirled his finger to dissolve the knots of Seonghwa's tunic, leaving him bare in the warm furs.

"Come here, Wooyoung," Yunho ordered as he propped up Seonghwa's lower half, showing his growing arousal off for everyone to witness. He spread Seonghwa's legs over his shoulders and made space for Wooyoung to huddle beside him.

He remembered their touch as if it was yesterday. And though years passed for them, their bodies reminded how to cherish him.

Eager, the gryphon-born wrapped his fingers around Seonghwa, cutting right to the chase while Yunho sucked blossoming pale marks into the skin of Seonghwa's thigh.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at them.

"Take it slow. Nobody has touched him in ten years."

"Be careful with the baby," was all Seonghwa asked for. He yearned for them from deep inside, soaking himself at the touch of Yunho's tongue so close to where he needed it. He reached out to undress Hongjoong while San and Mingi settled by his other side. The demon was too shy to touch him yet and San enjoyed watching with dark eyes as he awaited his turn.

Hongjoong exhaled when slender fingers caressed down his chest through his open shirt. Seonghwa cupped him through his velvety pants and his sorcerer unwound from his stress, curling into the touch. He rocked into it, cautious as if Seonghwa might break apart if he was too hasty.

So endeared by their care and devotion that never lost its intensity, Seonghwa relished the feeling of Wooyoung's lips on him, drawing the delicious pleasure further down. Yunho's tongue lapped at him, greeting the pour of Seonghwa's liquids to dip into his body and make his hips push back on instinct, seeking its wet heat.

"I might not be able to take all of you at once today," Seonghwa muttered as his free hand carded through Wooyoung's hair. The gryphon-born blinked pleading eyes at him, looking so dear on his knees and with his mouth on Seonghwa. Impossible to resist.

"Who do you want? We can take care of each other," Hongjoong breathed, sitting up to shrug off his clothing before he would soil it.

Seonghwa craned his head at San. The desire in his eyes wanted to ravage Seonghwa until nothing was left of him and his pieces carried away with the wind. Seonghwa's soul yearned for their link, to hold him for never giving up. Wanted him close to his child.

The seraph gulped, but he didn't refuse. Too determined to hold Seonghwa now to await a more private moment.

"And my precious Mingi," Seonghwa crooned. Of course, they all deserved his attention. He wanted to give it to them one by one and wouldn't forget about Yeosang and Jongho, either.

But Mingi was so shy, so sunken into himself. Lost for a long time, he needed assurance the most.

Yunho eased his fingers into Seonghwa to pull back. His grin was wet with fluids.

"A shame. But we can catch up. Our dear sorcerer has figured out his favourite ways to be with me in that decade."

Hongjoong's face darkened.

"I will cut off your priced attachment. You are nothing without it," he scowled, but Yunho flicked his fingers in Seonghwa, making him arch into Wooyoung with a keen.

"Which would rob you of your fun. Just pretend I'm not even there while you take Wooyoung."

The pouting gryphon-born lit up.

"I like that! Can I lie next to Seonghwa?"

"Of course," the elf crooned as he pulled him off so they could arrange themselves. Wooyoung fell down next to Seonghwa and tugged their bodies as close as his wings allowed. They could kiss while Hongjoong climbed over the gryphon-born, preparing him while Yunho loomed behind him, feeling up Hongjoong's body with purposefully slow and dragging hands to taunt him, teasing at his chest to make the sorcerer flinch and flush in humiliation.

Seonghwa was so proud of them. They were unafraid of their wants and needs, and helped each other. Though he left them at such an awful time and so unwillingly, they grew stronger and saw what Seonghwa saw in them, also in one another.

Warm fingers smoothed down Seonghwa's thighs. He was exhilarated, almost anxious to embrace San. Though Seonghwa knew he would be careful for the sake of the child, ten years were a long period of desire.

"I'll be gentle," San uttered, both to assure Seonghwa and himself. He freed his straining length from his pants, in awe at seeing it settled once more against the narrow body of the elf.

"I won't last. I desired you for long," San apologised, and Seonghwa tugged him down for a kiss.

"That's fine," Seonghwa smiled against his lips. "Just hold me."

Never refusing his wishes, San pushed into him, slow so the stretch wouldn't hurt Seonghwa but also with his goal set. Trembling, Seonghwa got used to the feeling once more. The wet glide, the heat, the strong arms hooking around his legs.

Wooyoung whimpered and wailed, so dear to Seonghwa's ear as he was tormented. Though the three were busy with one another, their eyes were on the elf, taking in his pleased sighs as he unravelled and his legs dropped open, welcoming San.

A growl got stuck in San's throat when he was allowed free roam. He bottomed out to catch his breath, forcing himself to calm down. Seonghwa caressed his jaw, allowing him all the time he needed. His fingers stretched out for Mingi, who sat at peace just listening to them. He strained against his breeches and flinched when Seonghwa's hand suddenly touched his thigh. The elf pulled back immediately.

"My apologies. It's just me," he whispered, so keen for them he forgot all grace.

But Mingi plucked his hand from the air and drew it back, right to where it was before. Never daring to demand more than he was given. Fond, Seonghwa helped him come closer.

He understood what happened to Mingi. The madness of the demons changed their perception of the mind. If left to their instincts, they turned into beasts without all sense. A few years more, and Mingi might have permanently lost his mind. The physical changes had already happened, but he returned to his lovely personality. So beautiful in Seonghwa's eyes, with his hooves and his tail.

He didn't seem aware of how the appendage flicked behind him, giving away his nervosity.

"D-Don't force yourself. I can wait," he mumbled, but Seonghwa confidently undid his breeches while San ground his hips into him, holding on to the elf so possessively he left marks on his hip and thigh.

"Leave it to me," Seonghwa whispered as he freed Mingi's painful arousal. He was surprised to find its shape also changed, the flared tip looking even more swollen. He also had a faint bulge near his base that didn't belong there, and for a moment, Seonghwa was concerned he might be sick.

But Yunho spoke up where he had buried deep into Hongjoong, holding the twitching mage close to mouth at his neck.

"Like with dogs, it seems to help him breed. That bulge is called a knot. It plugs up his prey and ties the bodies together until it swells down."

San thrust into Seonghwa, making him disintegrate. The pressure inside him felt so good, so perfect. His walls adjusted immediately, sucking San in like long-lost lovers. The seraph trembled, so close at feeling Seonghwa around him.

"Should I try it?" Wooyoung perked up with greedy eyes on his prize. His fingers played with his chest but were soon shoved away by shadowy hands when Hongjoong tried to maintain the remainders of his dignity. Though his lips wobbled against his moans, the gryphon-born stayed concentrated.

"It's big enough to harm bodies that can't adjust easily like Yunho's or yours, chick," Hongjoong groaned. The noise of Yunho's hips slapping into him was obscene, fast-paced and dirty, as Yunho made it look so easy to take him apart.

Seonghwa squirmed as San loomed over him, tugging Seonghwa's legs around his waist to hold him like a precious good. Distracted, Seonghwa wove his fingers into his hair, tugging him close as their pleasure carried them away. San throbbed inside of him, holding onto Seonghwa with a tight grip to jam his hips into his body, leaving his marks all over.

"I'm not letting you go. I'm never letting you go again," he gritted out when ecstasy washed over Seonghwa, making him twitch and tremble as he teetered on the edge, only needed a small push.

"Play nice," Yunho chuckled at him, mindful of the possessive glint in San's eyes. His wings wrapped around them, shrouding them away until only he would have Seonghwa, but Wooyoung successfully wormed an arm over to move along Seonghwa's length at the same pace as his own.

"He belongs to everyone," he also chirped. With a grumble, San conceded. He pushed up against the cusp parting his child from him, stilling with a shudder. His head drooped into Seonghwa's chest and he panted, tense as his orgasm washed over him.

Seonghwa petted him gently, running his fingers through thick hair.

"I'm here, San. With your child. We aren't going anywhere," he promised, hoped it reached San's foggy mind.

The angel kissed him and his devotion gave Seonghwa the last push he needed. He tightened around his lover, listening to the music of his other husbands embracing each other. San held him through it until their kisses became lazy. Until they pulled apart, defeated and warmed from head to toe.

San stood to take some distance and catch his breath, reminding himself of his manners and his sanity. When Seonghwa rolled around to Mingi, the demon nervously allowed a shy kiss.

"Would you like to try how it feels, hawthorn?"

"It will hurt you. I'm scared for your imp," he muttered, but Seonghwa was sure of his own body, even more so after Hongjoong's comment.

"It won't hurt me. If I am uncomfortable, we will stop right away. How about that? You don't have to hold back with me."

Mingi hemmed and hawed, but Wooyoung's coarse cries as their bundle reached their peak had his body's needs speak for him. He twitched heavily and Seonghwa took him in his hand, helping Mingi's shudders. So sensitive he almost flinched back, the demon sunk into Seonghwa.

"I will do it at my pace, yes? You can lie down," Seonghwa offered and Mingi sunk back under his delicate hands, complying at the lightest touch.

Seonghwa made eye contact with San, catching his heated stare. He didn't step in, just watching with his blond hair mussed up and his wings wrapped around him loosely.

When the elf straddled Mingi, Hongjoong parted from their group, done with them. Yunho rolled Wooyoung around for a second round, making him watch as he filled the wailing gryphon-born and trapped his flailing limbs under his heavier weight.

The mage's guiding fingers checked on Seonghwa's entrance and how wet it was. He smoothed his soaked touch down Mingi's length, that looked obscenely big in his hands, and supported Seonghwa from the side when he aligned himself.

"His base will swell. Pull off if it gets too much and before he locks in," he recommended and Seonghwa nodded, sinking back slowly.

Mingi was a stretch for him, then and even more so now. Seonghwa could only take a bit at a time, rocking slowly until his insides adjusted and his body opened up. It was a painstaking process that tortured poor Mingi below him, but the demon behaved. He clutched his hands into fists by his sides to hold back and, when Yunho packed Wooyoung's head to have them kiss, he sighed his pleasure into the gryphon-borns gasping mouth.

Mingi's hooves braced against the fur, offering his bent knees for leverage. Seonghwa trembled on top of him, feeling him so deep inside, quivering from the strain. The stretch didn't hurt, but he already knew he wouldn't be able to move a lot, so close from the feeling of being filled and more and more of Mingi dragging along his spots.

He finally bottomed out after an eternity, and the demon bulged in his narrow body. He whimpered when Seonghwa bent to kiss him, but their pride was mutual.

"See, my love?" Seonghwa crooned through his tremors. He smoothed his hand over Mingi's sides, easing the stutter of his breaths.

"I can't last," Mingi whimpered before Seonghwa even moved. But again, the elf knew to catch him.

"Then let go," he whispered as Hongjoong kissed his chest, working Seonghwa's rejuvenated arousal with his magical touch. He rocked his hips gently, relishing Mingi's heat inside him, the big body splaying him open. So beautiful, his demon.

The stretch of his knot was tight, but not unbearable. It allowed little movement, so Seonghwa rocked carefully, relishing the fullness over the friction. Mingi squirmed, trying to hold back, but he couldn't stop the swelling. The explosive high drew closer and closer and Seonghwa sunk into it to embrace it with open arms.

"He might come a lot. I'll soothe your stomach," Hongjoong whispered in his ear and trusting them, Seonghwa fell into the feeling.

The final stretch of the knot did sting. It pushed Seonghwa's body to its limits, locking them together to keep him open and trapped so he couldn't pull off anymore. The pump of Mingi's seed rarely had space inside of him, but this time, it couldn't escape. Heat filled Seonghwa until his stomach expanded to accommodate it, bulging even more, as if he was already a few months later into his pregnancy.

With a surprised moan, Seonghwa shuddered through his orgasm at the pressure and the heat of the liquid inside of him. He forced himself to sit still and Hongjoong's hands held him down so he wouldn't get hurt. The touch of his magic soothed Seonghwa's cramping muscles, allowing the demon's seed to spread out and fill him.

So full he thought he might burst, Seonghwa opened his bleary eyes to the pitiful trickle of his spill on Mingi's abdomen. The demon panted and whimpered, holding on to Seonghwa's legs for dear life as he pitifully emptied spurt after spurt, so pent up in those years.

It didn't seem to stop anytime soon, so Seonghwa leaned into Hongjoong's side, holding on to his stomach with quivering fingers. Yunho was awed by their sight, watching enraptured.

"How long does it last?" Seonghwa asked Hongjoong, and the sorcerer shrugged.

"A few hours, I'd assume. It depends on the demon and he didn't experience any touch for years, so it might take a while. Get cosy."

Fond, Seonghwa caressed Mingi's side, so honoured he waited all this time.

But Mingi hid a mortified blush in his hair.

"I'm sorry, Seonghwa. This makes everything so much more difficult," he whimpered, but Seonghwa's laughter was carefree and overjoyed.

"Not at all, my sweet. This means I have time to kiss you all and we can continue our conversation." He laid down carefully, cushioning his head in Mingi's firm chest. At ease with the massive demon three times his size, Seonghwa peered up at him.

"You are comfortable, right?" He was. Full and making funny noises in his stomach, but pleased by his bliss.

Mingi nodded humbly. He wrapped an arm around Seonghwa to warm him, and this angle was even better. Happily, Seonghwa cosied into him. Washing up would have to wait, but he was happy about Mingi's blush and the cosiness of the others as they gathered around in the nude to spend their time together.