Ferdinand’s Point Of View
My mind was in absolute chaos. Luckily we had gotten all the supplies we needed for the clinic. Unfortunately, partway threw our discussion with Sîvret, Tristan’s arousal had exploded out of proportion. Both Sylvester and I couldn’t focus on anything anymore, except the unrelenting call of Tristan’s body.
"Boss, you should let drive. You’re swerving all over the road." Rohlander said.
He was sitting in the passenger seat instead of Sylvester. Sylvester’s conductive reasoning had snapped after the first two hours. We had excused ourselves from the friendly get together, on account of an ergency back ho and left in a hurry.
I couldn’t argue against Rohlander’s suggestion, because it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on driving. So I imdiately pulled over on the side of the road and switched places with Hoaruhs in the back seat. Rohlander took the driver’s seat, while Hoaruhs sat in the passenger seat.
"Roh, buddy... drive like your life depends on it, because it very well might, soon enough..." Sylvester groaned.
Rohlander floored it. We were slowly encroaching upon the 4th hour of this hellish tornt, and Tristan’s sexual arousal was still going strong. However, on closer inspection, sothing felt... off.
"Ferdinand... I can’t sense Cole or Bellamy anymore... But... How is it getting worse?" Sylvester groaned while gripping his head.
He was right. For whatever reason, neither Cole nor Bellamy’s intense arousal could be felt anymore. Which should have been a good sign, except for the fact that Tristan was practically catatonic. His emotions washed over like a tidal wave. He was angry, he was annoyed, he was scared, but most of all he was horny as hell.
"Boss, we’re almost there... just hang on for a bit longer...!" Hoaruhs said, glancing back at .
Rohlander and Hoaruhs were having a rough ti as well. After an hour into the drive Sylvester and I lost control of our pheromones. It was a completely new experience for us both. By the 2nd hour, Hoaruhs and Rohlander had to put the windows down in order to breathe properly.
Rohlander had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as he sped towards ho. Our bodies were automatically trying to answer Tristan’s call. It was then that I vowed to never leave Tristan during another mating cycle again. The repercussions were far too great.
Sylvester’s breathing was growing more and more ragged the closer we got to the house, and my body began to heat up at a rapid pace. Hoaruhs pressed the overhead button to open the gate, while Rohlander barely gave them ti to completely open before barreling through them.
"I’m sorry boss! I’ll pay to get that repaired!" He said, after knocking off the side mirrors and scratching the paint.
"Don’t worry about it... You did great... You guys can park the vans out front... Unload them tomorrow..." I groaned breathlessly, before staggering out of the van.
Sylvester had climbed out first, but he plumted to the ground a beat later. I helped him up off the ground and noticed he was trembling uncontrollably.
"Ferdinand... I’m almost to scared to go, now that I’m here... this is way worse!" He said, looking up at .
"Yeah... I’m not entirely unafraid either... but our mate needs us... there is no other option..." I replied.
"Boss, should we help you...?" Rohlander asked.
"NO!" Sylvester and I yelled in unison.
Hoaruhs and Rohlander shrank back in fear, and I felt like a complete ass.
"It’s fine Roh... you can’t be anywhere near my mate right now, is all. I didn’t an to snap at you... that’s why I told you to unload the stuff tomorrow." I said as I lumbered up the staircase inside.
"Sorry Roh... it’s impulsive right now... I seriously might kill you if you get too close to him right now... which would be a sha, because I kind of like you at the mont..." Sylvester said.
"It’s alright, no harm done. I just wish I could help you guys more..." He replied, then headed back out the front door.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally made it to the second floor. We were right to have declined any assistance, because Tristan’s pheromones were seeping into the hallway even with the door closed.
I took in a deep breath before opening the door...
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Sylvester’s Point Of View
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I no doubt had a stupid look on my face as my mouth hung open, but who could bla ? The sight before was a mory for the ages.
Tristan was on his knees, ass in the air, as he tried his best to satisfy himself. His pheromones were so thick and heavy, they felt like another entity was in the room. It was the definition of presence.
Without stopping and without moving from his current position he looked over at Ferdinand and I, eyes gleaming.
"Please.... Help ...." He groaned breathlessly.
"What happened to you...? How are Bellamy and Cole sleeping through all of this?" Ferdinand asked, while he stripped.
"Ngh... bad mories... disgusting voices... Ugh... t-they tried to help... took entire pink... injection..." He groaned.
I didn’t understand most of what he said, but the last part stopped in my tracks. I looked over at Ferdinand, and he was just as shocked as I was. He had stopped dead in his tracks as well. He then cast a glare in Bellamy’s direction.
"He used the full injection on you and couldn’t even see it through?!" Ferdinand snapped, his eyes glowing fiercely.
Tristan shook his head slowly, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks.
"I-I did... don’t be mad... just... help ... please..." He said between sobs.
Just like that, his sorrowful pleading, the wanton look in his eyes, and the unsteady tremble in his body knocked all the fight out of us. We finished undressing and shared a mutual nod with each other.
Then Ferdinand held out his arms toward Tristan, and he slowly walked across the bed straight into his open arms.
Tristan looked in my direction and held out his hand to . I imdiately accepted it and placed it on my cheek.
"I’m sorry... You’re having a rough day today aren’t you...?" I asked.
He nodded tearfully in response.
"We won’t leave again like that okay? Please forgive us..." Ferdinand said, kissing his cheek and temple.
"Promise...?" Tristan asked.
"I swear." We said in unison.
He sighed in relief and wrapped his hand around my neck pulling closer as he laid his head down on Ferdinand’s shoulder.
"Sylvester... Ferdinand... it’s not enough... it’s not nearly enough... I love you both... so please... love in return... give everything..." He said, breathlessly.
All at once I felt my reasoning snap. It felt like any control I thought I had vanished in an instant. I felt so ridiculously happy, like a giddy kid on Christmas.
"Do you love us enough to take us both on at the sa ti...?" I asked, teasingly.
Instead of refusing like he usually would, his pheromones beca suffocating, his face turned a deeper red, and he let out a throaty moan.
"Yes... I love you that much..." He replied, before kissing Ferdinand deeply.
He turned to , his eyes enchanting as hell and said, "Kiss , too..."
I obeyed imdiately. However before I could put my lips against his, Ferdinand lifted him up higher into the air. Tristan let out a soft gasp in surprise at the sudden and unexpected movent.
"AAH! S-So... good..." Tristan moaned, as Ferdinand turned him to face , while simultaneously slamming into him as well.
"Hold on to Syl, Tristan..." Ferdinand said, while kissing his neck.
Tristan dutifully obeyed and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling in for a kiss. He moaned into my mouth with every thrust. Then, he held my neck with one hand while his other hand moved slowly down my chest and to my erection.
He broke away from the kiss first and stared at longingly. Then his eyes began to pulse fiercely. It was sensually terrifying.
"You too... co in to ... right now... will you...?" Tristan asked, licking my lips.
I glanced at Ferdinand who stilled at the unexpected request, and he shrugged.
"What my wanton prince wants, he gets..." I replied, before slowly entering him as well.
"AAAAHHH!.... HNGH!.... UHH!... Fuuck!... S-So... ridiculously... full... AH! Don’t move yet!"
It was unimaginably tight inside him. I wasn’t even sure I would be able to move at all. He kissed softly twice, with tears in his eyes, before making another unreasonable request.
"Sylvester... kiss Ferdinand..." Tristan said, laying his head on my shoulder.
Ferdinand didn’t hesitate for a second. He kissed just as passionately as Tristan had. I wanted to object to this unreasonable treatnt, but the heady moan that escaped Tristan’s lips, coupled with the distinct contracting acceptance of our union into his body, was my undoing.
His hole beca unreasonably wet, and began to milk us both for all we were worth. Without breaking the kiss Ferdinand began to thrust his hips into Tristan. I followed right behind him. The indescribable pleasure I felt was mind-numbingly delicious.
Tristan’s satisfaction began to rise steadily and Ferdinand went full throttle.
’This is dangerously addicting...’
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