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Ligament manor is a comforting place for Fearne. Her childhood bedroom, fitted with knick knacks from all of her travels and oh so many stolen rings and necklaces, is as close to home as it gets. It’s twilight, as it always is, and the pale light from Catha beams into the dark interior of the room.
There are a number of bioluminescent mosses and creatures fluttering about and illuminating her way. Pale leather curtains, an extravagant four post bed that looks grown out of the floor, and one too many chairs gives this room an odd vibe, like a painting that’s slightly crooked. Just like she likes it.
Fearne is humming and organizing a collection of new treats into the stashes scattered around. Rings, a tooth, a single shoe, a bundle of hair, another tooth—they all find their new homes tucked into hidden drawers and nooks.
Chetney knocks on Fearne’s door just as she finishes placing some fancy holy symbol in a bowl crowded with other symbols. She skips over to open it, looking down at the gnome. He’s clearly holding something behind his back (she can see it from her vantage above him), but she’ll let him surprise her anyway.
“Hey, Chet. What’s up?” She’s smiling and her small tail wiggles behind her, excitedly. She’s wearing a simple, silky pink robe.
He grins in the overconfident way he does when he wants to be praised. She giggles a little bit. “I made this for you, babe. I know you’ve been feeling jealous about not having many of my originals, so I made this special.”
He produces a wooden sculpture. It’s intricately detailed. Not so much so that she’s worried about breaking off tiny shavings, but enough that she can see the flattened bridge of her own animalistic nose and the generous line of her cleavage. It’s very clearly supposed to be Fearne. She’s posing with her hands raised, like she’s casting a spell. She gasps and reaches for it, but he stops her.
“Ah, ah.” He pushes down on wooden-Fearne’s head and a hidden mechanism activates. The statue (somehow) transforms to look more fey: Fearne’s horns curling tighter, ears elongating, and fingers shifting into claws.
Fearne gingerly takes it from his hands and spins it around. “This is beautiful, Chet. Oh, wow…” She pushes on the head a few more times to watch it go back and forth.
Chetney beams up at her. If he had a tail in this form, it would be wagging.
Fearne continues to marvel at the woodworking. It’s nearly impossible to see the small seams where the wood slides to create the transforming effect. She can’t even imagine what’s going on inside of it.
She slowly wanders over to place the statue on her bedside table. She leaves it in fey mode and then looks over at Chetney who remains in the doorframe.
Fearne sits down on her overly plush and silky sheets. She makes eye contact with Chetney before closing her eyes, delicately. “How could I ever repay you?” Her voice is slow and she draws out each vowel.
Fearne’s been feeling a bit pent up. Saving the world is hard work and doesn’t leave much time for stress relief. What better excuse to let loose than her trusty senior citizen offering up a heartfelt gift?
Chetney eagerly shuts the door and bounds over. “I have some ideas.” He waggles his eyebrows at her and she laughs a little. This game they play is always fun. Honesty is hard for him and Fearne both. Playing up their roles takes a bit of that away.
He gets close and Fearne closes the distance first, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a desperate, heady kiss.
For an old man, Chetney has vigor. Fearne assumes this is because the whole werewolf thing gives him an animalistic fervor to tap into at any time. At least, when he’s awake enough to actually tap into it. Right now? He very much is.
He hungrily deepens the kiss, moving to straddle one of her legs. Despite their sizes, Fearne entertains his desire to be the one in charge if he wants to be. She finds it fun and so does he, perceptions be damned.
He deepens the kiss, swirling their tongues together before pulling back and pushing Fearne back onto the bed. She giggles. “So eager, was this your goal the entire time?”
He crawls forwards to lean over her chest and head. “No. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” Fearne smiles at him and cups his wrinkled cheek. “But you know I’m always down to go to town.” His voice veers into sing-song at the end.
He’s about to resume their makeout when suddenly there’s a loud knock at the door.
“Hey, uh, Fearne?” It’s Ashton.
Fearne and Chetney lock eyes. Not alarmed, but trying to decide what to do. Chetney looks obviously disheveled and flushed, Fearne less so. Just her goat-like pupils, blown wide.
Ashton knocks again.
“God, can this guy get a fucking hint?” Chetney mumbles as Fearne extracts herself to answer the door. He shoots her a confused look but she just winks back at him, simultaneously calming and exciting him.
Fearne cracks the door open to see Ashton standing awkwardly outside the room. He’s holding a bottle of clear liquid Fearne knows he must have stolen from Nana’s tiki bar.
“Hey, so. I kind of feel like I’ve been a big dumbass lately. So I was thinking maybe we could… I don’t know. Drink and maybe fight if you’re into that and see where it takes us?” They hold up the bottle and try for a grin that looks more like a grimace.
Chetney, hidden out of Ashton’s view, can see Fearne’s tail wiggling as her brain works. She opens the door a bit more and leans out and into Ashton’s personal space.
Fearne says, “I think I might have a better idea. Trust me?” as if Ashton could say no. He nods and she takes the bottle from his hands and leads him backwards into the dimly lit room.
Fearne takes a swig from the bottle, spearing the cork with a claw and tossing it into the corner. The liquor has a pleasant, oily texture with a slightly sweet taste. Nana always has the best stuff. She keeps eye contact with Ashton the entire time.
He looks enraptured. As much as he tries to stay rough around the edges, when he’s with Fearne he tends to just melt. He’s leaning forwards to kiss her, but Fearne brings a hand to push against back Ashton’s chest. He allows it.
She waves the bottle in Chetney’s direction. As soon as Ashton notices him, his eyes go wide. Chetney takes a quick drink from the bottle and wipes the excess from his chin before handing it up to Ashton. Chetney’s looking up at Ashton, defiantly, and they immediately clock exactly what was going on just before they walked in.
Ashton glances between Fearne and Chetney. “Uh… No, yeah, I’m down for this.” He reaches for the bottle and takes a heavy drink before setting it on a nearby table.
Ashton goes in to kiss Fearne again and this time she lets him. They cup her face with both hands while she places a firm hand behind their neck and one on their hip. She guides them over to the bed and pushes Ashton down. He sinks into the mess of bedding.
Legs splayed open, leaned back on their palms, and surrounded by plush fabrics, Ashton feels hard as a rock in multiple ways. His breathing is slightly labored and he looks up at Fearne who remains standing beside the bed. He’s vaguely aware of Chetney crawling onto the bed behind him.
Chetney is trying very hard to be patient. He squirms as he situates himself on the bed and sits on his knees.
Fearne looks between her two suitors. “No fighting, okay? You can share.” She crawls onto the bed and moves past Ashton to meet Chetney in the middle. She eagerly resumes their earlier make-out and Chetney’s wandering hands make it to the straps that hold her robe closed.
Ashton watches, obsessed. And, yep, definitely hard as a rock. He wants to pretend that Chetney’s presence has nothing to do with his current state, but he’d be lying.
Watching the Chetney’s experienced, worn hands easily remove Fearne’s silk robe, exposing her naked furred torso and thighs, is incredibly hot.
Fearne moans softly into Chetney’s mouth as he cups one of her breasts. His other hand finds the supple fat on her thighs and squeezes. Fearne is still wearing underwear, but her arousal is clearly visible as it tents up around her erection.
She pulls back from Chetney for a moment and reaches down to pull off his shirt. He reveals his chest and torso happily and starts to work on removing his pants. She’s glad he’s so into this. Though, his attraction to Ashton has never been the most subtle.
She looks over at Ashton and he gets the message. His hands fumble with the edges of his vest in an attempt to pull it off. Ashton steps back fully to shed his outer layers.
Fearne and Chetney (now stark naked) watch breathlessly as Ashton removes his leather pants, belt, and ripped undershirt. Their chiseled muscles, broad physique, and exposed dick practically make Chetney start dripping onto the sheets. Fearne is similarly ruined.
They can both see the odd gray-green flush that creeps up Ashton’s shoulders and neck as he realizes he’s being watched. His dick hardens a little more, rising to its full 6’’ length.
“Fucking… get over here.” Ashton returns to Fearne and starts to kiss a trail down her throat and chest.
Fearne leans back onto the bed and Ashton straddles her. He’s extremely aware of the fact that there’s just a thin layer of fabric separating their dicks in this position. He continues to move lower.
Fearne’s hands grip his back and pull him closer impatiently. His mouth finds one of her nipples and she moans.
Chetney whines on the sidelines. The liquid lust pooling in his stomach is becoming impossible to ignore. Fearne reaches a hand out to him and pulls him close. She squeezes his ass and he locks lips with her in a messy kiss.
Fearne is in heaven. Hell? Whichever place feels like having two of her best friends with benefits at once. She bucks against Ashton and he gasps, lifting back up to a more vertical position. He grinds against the fabric of her underwear in retaliation.
Chetney replaces Ashton and makes his own trail of kisses down her torso. His fangs brush against her breast and she squirms.
Chetney reaches a hand down to her underwear and finally, finally, removes the last scrap of fabric hiding her sex. Fearne’s swollen, flushed dick twitches as it brushes against Ashton’s.
Chetney, situated so very close to both of them, sends a smug look up at Ashton upon noticing that Fearne is marginally bigger than him, girth-wise.
Whatever dumb remark Chetney was about to make dies in his throat as Ashton grabs him by the sideburns and kisses him feverishly. Ashton’s wanted to do that for so fucking long.
Chetney immediately reciprocates with equal desperation and his stomach clenches in anticipation. He crawls up and leans onto Fearne’s stomach in order to have more access to Ashton. Chetney’s fingers greedily follow the golden seams down, down, until his hands reach their ass and grip the muscular flesh there.
Fearne is thoroughly enjoying watching Ashton and Chetney resolve their sexual tension. She brings one of her hands up to massage her breast as she watches them make out and feels every movement from Ashton who still straddles her waist and Chetney who now sits on her stomach.
Ashton’s hands find Chetney's small boobs and tease his nipples. He grinds down with a groan. Chetney can feel his clit brushing against the soft fur of Fearne’s stomach below him.
Fearne leans up onto her elbows (simultaneously sliding Chetney even closer to the crotch party) and reaches a hand around Chetney. She brushes her fingers through his bristly happy trail. Her fingers gently tease his clit and he stutters a moan. He breaks away from Ashton’s mouth and leans against their chest. She gives him a rub and his whole body shudders.
Chetney looks like he’s just run a marathon and feels like it, too. He may have the energy of a werewolf but that doesn't mean his elderly body is any readier for the overwhelming, heady arousal pulsing through him. His wrinkled face sports a radiant blush and he’s panting heavily.
Fearne makes eye contact over his heaving shoulder with Ashton. He recognizes the mischievous glint in her eye immediately.
Ashton removes himself from the straddling position while Fearne (mournful at the loss of contact) maneuvers Chetney so that he’s lying on his back with his legs hanging off the side of the bed. Fearne remains seated next to him while Ashton moves around the bed.
Chetney whines. Gone is the dominant alpha. The old man closes his legs in search of any amount of friction. Fearne tenderly kisses him and runs a finger across his chest hair.
He nips at her lower lip impatiently and she pulls back with a gasp. She can taste iron in her mouth and it sends a pulse of heat into her dick. She returns to kiss him more hungrily.
Meanwhile, Ashton situates himself between Chetney’s legs and palms his thighs. They can wrap one hand around almost the entirety of his muscular, aged limbs. They grip gently at first, and then harder when Chetney opens his legs easily.
He’s suddenly aware of just how large his dick is compared to the gnome (and the fact that Fearne is even bigger than he is). He should probably stop to make sure this is even safe. But, Chetney’s got 400 years of experience and Ashton is far from coherent enough to care at this point.
As soon as Ashton’s tip starts to push into Chetney’s opening, he hisses into Fearne’s mouth. Ashton pauses, but Chetney loops his legs behind Ashton to encourage him to continue.
“Fuck, old man.” Ashton mumbles as he thrusts the rest of his length into Chetney, slowly.
Once Ashton slots their hips into his, Chetney can barely function. He abandons Fearne’s lips and just clutches at the roots of her hair like his life depends on it. He is so full and Fearne is looking down at him with such a pleased, hungry expression. Like he’s a rabbit speared on an arrow and the hunter is coming to collect. His muscles clench around Ashton.
Then, Ashton starts to move.
The stretch inside of him combined with the friction of Ashton’s crotch against his clit with every thrust is rapidly bringing Chetney to climax. He starts to moan and grind against Ashton. The wrinkles around his eyes deepen as he screws them shut, utterly lost in the sensation.
The sheer size of Ashton inside of him is immaculate. Chetney feels silly for almost calling his dick small, now. Even as the pace remains slow, the tightness of Chetney’s walls and the fluttering sensations of his muscles reflexively tensing around the intrusion are intoxicating.
Ashton’s breathing is picking up. It’s taking all of his brainpower to not destroy the old man beneath him with overly aggressive thrusts. He can feel a distinctive heat coiling inside of him and getting close to release.
Chetney opens his eyes and looks up at Ashton and it nearly sends them over the edge instantly. His eyes half-opened and so dilated you can barely see the blue of his irises, his stupid crows feet and wrinkles, his far receded hairline, his flushed and sweaty forehead, his position lying down in front of him, the way his breaths stutter whenever they bottom out inside of him—it’s intoxicating.
Fearne, for her part, has been doing a very good job of letting her boys have their fun, but she’s beginning to lose her ability to stay so composed. Seeing Chetney and Ashton get so close to climax, she brings a hand down to her own dick and starts to pump quickly.
Ashton notices her doing this and thrusts deeply into Chetney and then stops moving. Chetney lets out a wheeze and shudders at the sensation. Ashton releases one of Chetney’s thighs and reaches out to Fearne. She moves over breathlessly and he pulls her into a deep, sensual kiss. His hand finds one of her breasts and grips it, letting his thumb roll over her nipple.
Fearne resumes her ministrations and Chetney, seeing her flushed head poke out of her hand each time she reaches the tip, feels himself easily rising to the edge. Ashton thrusts deeper into Chetney, grinding their pelvic bone against his clit.
The heat in the room reaches a boiling point. Fearne is barely breathing, Chetney is muttering a string of curses in increasingly high pitches, and Ashton can feel a coiling sensation rising in him like molten metal.
Ashton thrusts (maybe a bit faster than is a good idea) into Chetney in an attempt to reach the climax he so desperately needs. Chetney’s needy “Ashton-” sends him over the edge. He thrusts deep and lets his dick pump into Chetney’s womb.
A moment later, Chetney makes a strangled moan and Ashton can feel his walls clenching down on his dick, hard. The old man clutches at the bedsheets as he rides out his orgasm and pants loudly.
Watching them come, Fearne crumples into herself and leans onto Ashton’s arm. Heat surges through her so intensely she swears the edges of her hair must have burst into flames. Her dick spasms and throbs as it dribbles a bit of clear liquid and she thrusts up into her hand a few more times.
For a moment the only sound in the room is the three of them breathing heavily.
Ashton removes himself from Chetney and flops face-down onto the bed beside him.
Fearne speaks first. “Wow.” Her voice is soft and breathy and she mirrors Ashton, flopping onto the bed.
“I can’t fucking believe I just did that…” Ashton mumbles into the sheets.
Chetney (still recovering from his mind-blowing orgasm) barks a laugh. “I can! Holy shit, Ashton!”
Ashton reaches blindly and palms Chetney’s head, rattling him around a bit. Fearne giggles. She stands to retrieve the drink that was abandoned earlier and takes a swig before handing it over to Chetney.
Chetney groans. “Oooh, I’m gonna need to ask Nana to fix me after that.” He scoots himself into a seated position against the headboard and sips from the bottle.
“God. Yeah. Ugh. I’m going to need to forget that ever happened.” Chetney and Fearne share a little confused glance before Ashton continues, “I don’t know how I’ll be able to behave myself otherwise. Do you realize how long I’ve wanted to fuck that stupid grin off your face?!” Ashton cackles and turns his head to face Chetney.
Chetney smirks and runs a hand through his hair as he passes the bottle to Ashton. “Yeah, I know. I’m irresistible. You just recognized the alpha, baby.”
Fearne makes a questioning noise and he shoots her a dramatic, betrayed look. Ashton flips onto his back and drinks heavily. “Chet, maybe Ashton is just even more alpha than you are.”
Ashton waves his hands in the air. “Oh, for the love of god. Please stop saying ‘alpha’. It’s making that whole thing retroactively way less sexy.”
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Chetney falls asleep first. His snoring makes it decidedly harder to have any kind of meaningful conversation.
“So. Want me to go back to my room? I don’t really… I don’t know.” Ashton has put back their boxers to return some semblance of decency. They wave a hand in Chetney’s direction. “The old man, you know. He’s already out, but I can. Like. Go?”
Fearne, who is lying next to Chetney and still very much naked, just waves him over.
They come over and position themself in a way that's comfortable for everyone. Stone limbs aren't the most comfortable thing to be pinned under, sometimes.
The three of them fall asleep in an odd cuddle pile.