Threesome

Once inside the room, the mood shifted from playful to passionate. Cordain closed and locked the door, turning to watch as Pell and Illyana stood face to face, silent and uncertain. Illyana's eyes shone with a mix of desire and trepidation, while Pell's expression was a blend of excitement and disbelief that this was happening a second time.

Cordain crossed the room, wrapping his arms around Illyana from behind and kissing her neck. "It's okay," he murmured. "Just relax and enjoy." He guided her forward until she was flush against Pell, her breasts pressed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I know last time was probably a one-off for you both, but I feel like this is gonna be different. Especially with us all working together starting tomorrow. Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" Pell asked Cordain, his hands hesitating at Illyana's waist.

"I mean, this is new territory for all of us. I don't know what this is. But I want to find out." Cordain smiled, his hands sliding up Illyana's sides, caressing her curves. "And I think she does too." He nuzzled her neck, feeling her shudder.

"I do," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as Cordain and Pell both touched her. It felt amazing, having two men at once.

Pell took a breath, and kissed her forehead. "Then let's make this night unforgettable."

Cordain's fingers found the hem of her dress, his knuckles brushing against her thigh as he slowly drew the white fabric upward. Illyana shivered at the feather-light touch, her breath hitching when his palms grazed her ribs as he lifted the garment over her head. The cool night air kissed her bare skin as the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her thin cotton undergarments.

At the same time, her hands roamed across Pell's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his tunic, tracing the line of his collarbone, her fingers splaying across his shoulders. His body was solid, warm, and familiar in a way that made her ache for more. She could feel his heart beating against her palm, a steady rhythm that matched the thrumming in her own blood.

Cordain's lips moved down her spine, his teeth grazing her skin as he reached to unclasp her bra. She felt the tension give way, and the garment fell to join her dress, exposing her breasts to the cool air and to Pell's hungry gaze. His eyes darkened, his hands moving up to cup her gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped at the contact, her back arching instinctively, pressing herself more firmly against him. Sandwiched between two lovers, Illyana was overwhelmed by the sensations. As Pell explored her soft breasts, Cordain's lips continued to trail down her back.

"Cordain, my man, thank you for sharing this goddess with me not once, but twice. She's even more stunning than I imagined." Pell murmured, his voice rough with need. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking softly before swirling his tongue around it.

"She deserves all the pleasure in the world, and more. And I love seeing you enjoy her as much as I do," Cordain responded, his own voice thick with arousal. His hands slid down to Illyana's hips, tugging at her underwear, easing the fabric down her legs until it joined the growing pile of clothes at their feet. She stepped out of it, feeling a thrill of vulnerability as she stood naked before them.

"How could I not? Illyana, you're incredible." Pell's mouth moved to her other breast, his hands still kneading and stroking, coaxing soft moans from her lips. His touch was firm yet tender, each caress leaving her skin tingling, each kiss sending a pulse of desire straight to her core.

Cordain's hand moved between her thighs, finding her slick with arousal, his fingers sliding effortlessly through her folds. He groaned at how ready she was, the wet heat of her coating his fingers as he circled her clit.

"Cordain... please..." Illyana whimpered, her hands clutching Pell's shoulders as she leaned into his chest, overwhelmed by the dual attentions.

"Shh, I've got you, baby," Cordain whispered, his breath warm against her back as he pressed a finger inside her, curling it just so, finding the spot that made her gasp. "Just enjoy it."

Her hips moved, seeking more of the exquisite sensation, and Pell's hands moved to grip her waist, pulling her closer, grinding his hardness against her stomach. He looked into her eyes, a question in his gaze.

"May I kiss you Illyana? I don't want to overstep again..." Pell's voice was gentle, but the need was evident.

Illyana hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "No... I'm sorry, but I... I can't. My heart belongs to Cordain... and kissing... that's something too special to share. I'm sorry."

Pell smiled, understanding. "It's okay. You're still amazing, and I'm just grateful for whatever you're willing to give." He said, and instead kissed her cheek, then her neck as his hands continued to roam over her body. His lips were warm and soft, making her sigh with pleasure.

Cordain kissed her shoulder, his finger still moving inside her, another joining to stretch her, preparing her. "He's right, Illy. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. This is about what we all want, and you're perfect just like this."

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes glassy with desire and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth. "B-but maybe I want to be pushed a little bit. Just a little. You're in charge here Cordain."

The kiss was searing, a reminder of the bond that held them together, even in such uncharted territory. When they broke apart, she could see the love and pride in his eyes, and it made her heart swell.

"Putting me in charge? That's risky. Are you sure you're up for it?" He teased.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she pressed her body against his, her eyes smoldering. "I'm very sure. Please..."

"Pell, do you mind if I speak to you privately for a moment?" Cordain asked, catching both of them off guard.

"Uhh, sure. Let's step outside a sec then." After Cordain gave Illyana a reassuring squeeze and Pell reluctantly tore his hands off his newfound treasure, the two men slipped out of the door and Illyana heard the door shut behind them.

She stood there, naked and shivering from both the chill in the air and the fiery anticipation building within her. She wondered what they were discussing, her mind racing with possibilities. She trusted Cordain and Pell, but the unknown sent a thrill down her spine, her fingers itching to touch herself as she waited.

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After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened, and both men stepped back in, their expressions determined yet gentle. Pell moved to her side, his hand finding hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Cordain stood before her, his gaze intense.

"We have an idea, Illyana," Cordain began, his voice low and serious. "If you're willing, we want to try something different tonight. Something that might satisfy all of us."

Her heart fluttered. "What is it?"

Cordain took a deep breath. "We'll play a game. Pell and I will take turns giving you a truth or a dare. If you do it, you get a point. If you don't, take a drink. The game ends when you get to ten points."

"Just ten?" Illyana asked, exposing her excitement.

"I like you a lot too, but do you really wanna be up all night when we have to be up early tomorrow morning?" Pell scoffed.

Embarrassed, she withdrew her question.

"Okay," Cordain continued. "Shall we begin?"

Illyana bit her lip, then nodded.

The game began with the guest of honor.

"We'll start easy. How many boyfriends have you had? Including Cordain." Pell grinned, a playful glint in his eyes.

Illyana's cheeks heated as she remembered her youth. "Just one other. Before I met Cordain, I was adventuring with another party. My ex was the leader. It was a long time ago."

"Did you love him?" Pell asked.

"I did. You never forget your first, right? But we were young and I think we just learned we were on different paths. Finding the right person isn't just about love, it's about growing together. Right Cordain?" Her eyes met Cordain's, who nodded encouragingly.

"Good answer. You get a point. Cordain, your turn." Pell announced.

Cordain stepped forward. "Dare, of course. Another easy one. Kiss me like you mean it."

Illyana giggled, and launched herself into his arms, pressing her body against his, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him deeply. Their tongues met, swirling together in a sensual dance that left them both breathless.

"Fuck that's hot," Pell said, adjusting himself in his pants.

"One point for Illyana," Cordain announced, a grin spreading across his face as he watched her flush from the kiss.

"My turn then," Pell chimed in, stepping closer. "Dare. Kiss me now."

Illyana's breath hitched, her gaze flickering between Cordain and Pell. "I... I can't. I told you before, I only kiss someone I love. I'm sorry, Pell."

Pell shrugged, his expression unfazed. "Can't blame a man for trying." He winked, then gestured to the wine bottle on the table. "But rules are rules. Drink up."

She accepted the glass he poured, the cool liquid doing little to soothe the warmth spreading through her chest. As she drank, she felt a pang of guilt for denying him, even as her loyalty to Cordain remained unwavering.

Cordain pushed off the wall, his arms still crossed as he leaned in. "Don't feel too bad for him, Illy. He'll survive." He smirked, then turned his attention back to her. "Truth. What do you really think of Pell?"

Illyana looked at Pell, who was watching her with an easy smile that made her heart flutter. "He's sweet, and stronger than he lets on. I always have fun when we're together, but..." She paused, a playful glint in her eyes. "He's also a bit cheeky, don't you think?" She stuck her tongue out at him, earning a laugh from both men.

Pell chuckled, his eyes darkening with amusement. "You bring out the best in me, babe." He teased back, winking at her. "Dare. The rest of this game, you can't touch your boyfriend. You can't touch her either Cordain."

Illyana's eyes widened at the challenge, a shiver running down her spine. "That's... a mean dare."

"You're such a good girl," Pell murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to see you be a little mean."

"Oh, you don't even know how I can be when it's just me and Cordain... I can be a little mean too..." She paused, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Okay, I accept that dare."

Slowly, deliberately, she peeled herself away from Cordain's arms, his warmth lingering on her skin like a ghost. Naked, playful and unashamed, she sat delicately at the foot of the bed, giving both standing men a view of her naked body. She watched their reactions, feeling a surge of power at the way their eyes traced every inch of her.

"Since my boyfriend can't touch me, would you mind warming me up Pell?" She offered innocently, but the spark in her gaze was pure mischief.

Pell stepped forward, his fingers trailing up her arm as he sat beside her, his presence a comforting weight against her side. "Happy to help, princess."

Cordain leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched, his gaze heavy with lust. "You're playing a dangerous game, Illy," he warned, though the grin on his face said otherwise.

"Who's next?" Illyana asked, her heart pounding in anticipation as Pell's fingers began to explore her skin, brushing over the curve of her hip.

"Me." Cordain said. "Dare. Do what you did last time with Pell. Make him feel good with your thighs again." Cordain was already pulling out his cock as he sat back to watch.

Illyana bit her lip, feeling a rush of heat at the memory of the last time she'd been in this position. After stripping at lightnig speed, Pell sat her on his lap, his cock protruding out from between her thighs. She couldn't help but marvel at how thick and long it was, the veins running along its length standing out against his flushed skin.

"Mmm... Ah... That feels good..." Pell moaned as Illyana began to rock against him, his shaft sliding along her folds. The sensation of his hot flesh against her most sensitive area made her head spin.

"Fuck, you're already so wet, Illy..." Pell said, his hands gripping her waist. The way he called her by the nickname Cordain used only turned her on more.

"I can't help it... You both are so hot..." She whimpered, her hips moving faster as the pressure built within her. She glanced over at Cordain, who was stroking his cock slowly as he watched, his eyes hooded with desire. "And you both make me feel so hot too... The way you both want me so bad... I love it..." She said, her breath coming out in short gasps.

"My turn... Truth... How does my cock compare to your boyfriend's?" Pell asked, his voice strained with pleasure.

Illyana's cheeks flushed at the bold question. "Are we... both being mean a little mean to him now...?" She pouted, trying to play it off. But when she looked over at her lover, he was clearly enjoying the light humiliation. "It's... it's bigger than his... thicker... like I can feel how heavy it is with my thighs around it..." She admitted as she rubbed her thighs together, feeling him pulsing against her.

"Good answer..." Pell groaned as she increased the pressure on his cock.

"My turn." Cordain announced, his hand still working his shaft. "You're at six points now. Ready to up the stakes?" His eyes locked with hers, and she knew whatever he had in mind was going to be intense.

She nodded, her heart racing. "Yes..."

"Okay." He paused, then spoke clearly. "I dare you... to let Pell rub the tip of his cock against your pussy. No penetration. Then I want you to describe the feeling to me." The words hung in the air, electric and daring.

Illyana's breath caught in her throat, her body reacting instantly to the challenge. She was sure she wasn't ready to have sex with another man, and this was the closest she'd ever get.

But her desires and liquid courage pushed her just beyond reason as she accepted the dare. "Alright..." She shifted her position, lifting herself slightly as Pell adjusted beneath her, the head of his cock nudging at her slick entrance. The contact was enough to make her shudder, the heat of him almost unbearable.

"It's... so hot... I can feel it throbbing against me..." She whispered, her voice trembling. "Like it's trying to push inside... I can barely stand it..." She squeezed her thighs together, trapping him there as she moved her hips, the friction driving them both wild.

Pell's hands tightened on her waist, his head thrown back as he moaned, using up all his willpower to stop himself from pulling her down onto him. "Fuck, that feels incredible... You're so tight..."

Cordain watched, his eyes never leaving her face as he stroked himself harder. "You're doing so well, Illy. Just a little more, and you'll win the game." His voice was rough, his control clearly slipping.

"Okay, my turn before I burst." Pell managed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her hips. "Truth. If you weren't with Cordain, would you have given me a chance?"

Cordain froze at the question, his hand stilling on his cock. Pell was pushing it again, but something about the way he asked told him it was purely out of curiosity, not malice. And against all logic, Cordain felt another thrill at the idea—his girlfriend, dating another man? It was absurd, yet he wanted to hear her genuine response.

Illyana hesitated, the answer heavy in her throat. The way Pell's cock throbbed against her entrance didn't help her think clearly. "I... no, I don't know." She started honestly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're... mmm... my type... I'm sure of that... kind, honest... handsome... but I don't know." The admission came out breathy as she continued to rock her hips against him. In that moment, she couldn't deny the spark she felt when she considered Pell as a potential partner.

But one thing was certain—Cordain was special, and there was no way she would feel that love with another man.

"It's okay," Cordain cut in, sensing her worry. "It's just a game, right? I won't be upset no matter how you answer."

Illyana nodded, relief flooding through her. "Right... Okay." She took a deep breath, then met Pell's gaze. That was when Illyana blushed brighter than a tomato. "I think... we could've had a good time together, if things were different."

Pell's eyes softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. "That's enough for me," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Cordain's hand resumed its slow stroking as he nodded, his expression unreadable but not angry. "Illyana... your ninth point. Dare, of course. Ask Pell how he wants you to make him cum."

Her voice came out barely above a whisper, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. "O-okay... Pell, how do you want me to make you cum...?" Heat flooded her cheeks, a blush that had nothing to do with the wine she'd been drinking. Her body was already trembling with need, the steady pressure of his thick cock between her thighs sending jolts of pleasure through her with every movement. His previous question still lingered in her mind, tugging at emotions she hadn't expected to surface during what was supposed to be a night of physical release.

Pell's grip on her hips tightened, his knuckles white against her skin. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he considered her question. His gaze was heavy, dark with need that mirrored her own. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, strained with the effort of holding back.

"Keep doing what you're doing," he managed, his words coming out in ragged bursts. "Just... faster. And lean forward so I can... feel my cock against your thighs again."

Illyana complied without hesitation, shifting her weight so she could press more firmly against him. Her movements became more deliberate, her hips rocking in a rhythm that had them both gasping. She leaned forward, her hands braced against his shoulders, her breasts brushing against his chest with each thrust. The change in angle sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, her clit catching against the ridge of his cock with every pass.

From his position against the wall, Cordain's breath caught in his throat as he watched them. Pell's cock looked so thick and hard, pressed against Illyana's slick folds, that with every rock of her hips it seemed poised to slip inside. She had told them she wasn't ready for penetration, but as their movements grew more frantic, more desperate, Cordain couldn't help but wonder if that boundary would hold. The sight of Illyana's back arched in pleasure and Pell's hands gripping her waist like she might disappear sent a fresh wave of arousal through him.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, their mingled moans filling the room. With both of them teetering on the edge of release, Cordain realized that in the heat of the moment, accidents could happen. A mistake. One thrust too deep, one moment of lost control, and everything would change.

Still, he said nothing. Not because he wanted to remain passive, but because he could see the height of her arousal and couldn't help but revel in the sight of his girlfriend in sexual bliss.

"Oh fuck, I'm about to cum." Pell gasped, his voice strained with effort. "Don't stop, Illy... just... just like that..." His hips bucked up, meeting her movements with urgent, needy thrusts.

Illyana's breath came in sharp pants, her body trembling as she felt him swell against her. "Cum for me, Pell... please..." she pleaded, her voice breaking with her own need. The thought of making him come, of having that power over him, sent her spiraling toward her own climax.

Cordain's eyes never left them, his hand gripping his own cock tightly, pumping it in time with Illyana's rhythm.

He was forced to the sidelines this time, bound by his own rule. But the distance didn't bother him. In fact, there was something intoxicating about watching from the wall, his hand gripping his cock as he observed the scene unfold. Seeing Illyana lose herself with another man, knowing she would always return to him, sent a fresh surge of desire through his veins. This was different from before, when he'd been an active participant. There was a raw power in being the observer, in seeing her surrender to pleasure without his direct touch.

"Mmm...!!!" Illyana cried out, her back arching as the first waves of her orgasm hit her. The slickness between her thighs grew even more intense, and Pell's cock pulsed against her, his hips stuttering as he joined her in release, his cum splattering her legs and his own stomach.

In that instant, everything else fell away. Cordain's orgasm followed, his release hitting him hard as he watched his lover shatter, her cries echoing in his ears. He couldn't remember ever seeing anything so beautiful.

When the last of their tremors subsided, Illyana collapsed against Pell's chest, her body limp with exhaustion and satisfaction. Pell's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"I think you have one more, Pell." Cordain announced with a grin, his body still tingling from his own climax.

"Can I... can I just claim it with a kiss?" Pell asked, his voice soft as he looked up at Illyana.

But still, she shook her head. "You reaaally want to kiss me don't you? You're making it hard for me to keep my promise Cordain."

"Hey, a man can try right?" Pell smiled that cheeky smile of his. "Maybe instead just clean me up?" He said, gesturing to the mess all over himself.

"Gladly..." Illyana started to pull herself off him, but Cordain stopped her.

"Uh uh. Clean him up the way I taught you." Cordain commanded.

Illyana nodded, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark as she crawled down Pell's chest. His muscles tensed beneath her as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the pearly trails that painted his skin. The first touch of her tongue against his heated flesh drew a sharp gasp from Pell, which quickly dissolved into high-pitched laughter that filled the room and shattered the intensity that had moments before hung thick in the air.

"Gods, that tickles!" he squealed, his body writhing beneath her touch as she continued her playful cleanup.

"You asked for it," Cordain chuckled from his position against the wall, his own laughter joining Pell's as Illyana's giggles vibrated against Pell's chest. The unexpected levity washed over them all, a welcome reprieve from the charged atmosphere that had overwhelmed the room. As Illyana worked her way down, her teasing licks turned into more deliberate strokes, the playful atmosphere shifting back into one of intimacy. But this time, it was softer, gentler, as they all settled into the afterglow.

The night had turned out more enjoyable than ever for the three of them. It had reunion, drinks, a party, sex, a solidfying of friendships, and even more. It was as if this felt... natural. But two men sharing one woman was nothing but normal, especially in this cutthroat world where it was take or be taken. With Pell being such a perfect fit for them, Cordain couldn't help but wander back to the question he asked about whether he had a chance with her if circumstances were different.

Would she be in a relationship with her, if not for him?

What would that look like?

What if she was in a relationship with him, as well?

As Cordain's eyelids grew heavy, the room fell silent save for the soft breathing of the two people on the bed with him. Illyana lay curled between him and Pell, her hair fanned across the pillow, her body warm and pliant in sleep.

The evening's events replayed in his mind. The laughter, the game, the way Illyana had moved between them with such natural grace. He'd seen it in the way her eyes lit up when Pell spoke, the easy comfort they shared, the spark of chemistry that had crackled between them even in moments of innocence.

His arm tightened around Illyana's waist, pulling her closer as he wondered what that might look like, not just tonight but beyond. What if she wasn't only his? What if she was 'theirs'?

The thought sent a strange thrill through him, equal parts jealousy and an unexpected curiosity he couldn't quite name. The question lingered in the darkness as sleep finally claimed him: could their world expand to include another without breaking apart?