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“I’m not so sure about this, Nilla…”
“Oh, bluebird, it’ll be fine! Besides, you said you haven’t seen your brothers in years. It’s time for a family reunion!” Pure Vanilla smiled warmly at his mate, clasping his hands together in front of him. “And if either of them are rude to you, I’ll summon one of Strawberry Crepe Cookie’s wafflebots to create a distraction so you can escape,” he teased.
“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Shadow Milk grumbled under his breath.
“Then what—“
“It doesn’t matter. Let’s just get this over with.”
He’d barely finished speaking when an eager knock sounded on the door of their room. Pure Vanilla opened it and nearly yelped when a flash of gold swept past him.
The strong smell of alphas filled the room, sweet berries, tart wine, and milky cream swirling and attacking Pure Vanilla’s senses.
“Brother dearest!” the Sage of Truth exclaimed, wrapping Shadow Milk in a fierce hug. “It’s so good to see you after all this time!”
“Blueberry Milk Cookie,” Shadow Milk said, only slightly less enthusiastic than his golden-clad counterpart.
As the two of them caught up, one clearly more excited than the other, Pure Vanilla turned to speak to the other visitor, who was still hovering in the doorway.
“You’re the Fount of Knowledge,” he said kindly. “I’ve heard much about you. From Shadow Milk Cookie, of course, but you’re quite famous, are you not?”
“I suppose you could say that. You are also quite known, yes? Pure Vanilla Cookie?” The Fount seemed slightly nervous.
“Oh! Well, I do have a kingdom to rule. But I’m glad you could join us tonight. I’ve heard only good things.” Pure Vanilla stepped back, which seemed to relieve some of the tension in the Fount’s shoulders.
“Now, what have we here?” The Sage had unwound himself from Shadow Milk and now floated over to grasp Pure Vanilla’s hands in his own. “Ah, the very embodiment of Truth, Pure Vanilla Cookie! Your ideals fascinate me! How do you have time to write so many detailed papers about the Truth with a kingdom to run? It’s very impressive.” His tail wagged as he spoke, and his gaze drifted down to the scent glands on the blond’s neck.
“Oh, thank you!” Pure Vanilla said, surprised. “It’s not every day I’m able to speak to another cookie about my research.”
The Sage chuckled. “Well I’m sure this one doesn’t give you the time of day about it.” He gestured vaguely to Shadow Milk. “But you really should visit the University where I teach. What complex conversations we could have!”
Pure Vanilla smiled, ears falling back. “I’d like that.”
Shadow Milk was watching the two Truth-goers so intently that he didn’t hear the Fount trying to get his attention.
“Hm?” he said absently when his older brother tugged on his arm.
“I asked how you’ve been,” the Fount said pointedly.
“What? Oh, fine, I guess.”
The Fount frowned, scent souring. “You haven’t changed much, have you?”
That caught Shadow Milk’s attention. “What does that mean?”
“You can’t even hold a conversation for five seconds without shifting your focus to something else,” the Fount hissed. “We haven’t seen each other in nearly a decade!”
“No, I know, I just…” Shadow Milk fought to pull his attention away from how close the Sage was to Pure Vanilla. “Fine, you’re right. How are you?”
The Fount seemed satisfied with that, and Shadow Milk tried as best as he could to focus on his voice as he spoke about his followers and the ridiculous questions they asked him. Pure Vanilla would be proud, he thought.
But he couldn’t ignore it when the Sage reached out to comb his claws through his mate’s golden hair. He quickly stepped over to lay his chin on Pure Vanilla’s shoulder, a lock of his wild hair wrapping around the Sage’s outstretched arm.
Pure Vanilla looked confused. “Bluebird…?”
“I’m getting hungry, dear,” Shadow Milk said. “Let’s eat!” He shot the Sage a warning look, but his brother only smiled.
“Ah, I’m quite famished myself,” the scholar said.
As the four of them walked down the hallway towards the dining room, the Sage bombarded Pure Vanilla with more questions. The ancient blushed a bit when the scholar complimented his “genuine writing style.”
“Are you seeing this?” Shadow Milk grumbled to the Fount. “I can’t believe him. This is just how he was when we were younger.” His tail lashed furiously behind him.
“Hm. It seems like neither of you have changed, after all,” the Fount offered.
The Beast bared his teeth. “Are you still going on about this “change” stuff? I’ve changed! Pure Vanilla’s shown me how to be nicer to people and all that! I’m not going to suddenly become a saint, but at least I can be civil now.”
“But you’re both still trying to get under each other’s skin. Just ignore Sage, he only wants to rile you up.”
“Whatever. If he touches Nilla again, I’ll rip his arms off.”
The Fount only sighed.
~ ~ ~
“This is delicious! You really made this all yourself, Pure Vanilla Cookie?”
The ancient smiled at the Sage’s comment. “Yes, I did. Before I was crowned I always enjoyed cooking in my free time. I thought your visit was a good excuse to see if I was still proficient.”
“Ah, how wonderful!” the Sage exclaimed. “I enjoy making good meals, too, but I never have the time. I’ll have to cook for you someday, darling.”
Shadow Milk wanted to chuck his plate at his older brother’s head. Somehow the Sage had managed to slip into the seat next to Pure Vanilla at the table, and now he was blatantly flirting with him! This would go no farther.
“Nilla, sweetheart, tell them about our honeymoon in the Enchanted Forest,” he suggested, smile strained.
Pure Vanilla frowned; Shadow Milk never used pet names with him. But he nodded anyway. “Yes, it was wonderful! We stayed in a small village on the outskirts—the townspeople were so nice—and we watched the sunset every night. I suspect Shadow Milk wasn’t fond of that part, but he sat with me anyway.” The ancient gave his mate a playful look.
“That sounds lovely,” the Fount offered, and Shadow Milk was thankful the Sage hadn’t spoken up again.
Pure Vanilla was distraught by how tense the atmosphere at the table seemed, specifically between his fuming mate and the smirking Sage of Truth. Was he missing something?
“Well, I very much appreciate your hospitality, Pure Vanilla Cookie,” the Sage said. He smiled warmly, and Pure Vanilla felt a hand settle on his thigh.
Oh.
~ ~ ~
Unfortunately for Shadow Milk, the disrespect didn’t stop after dessert.
The four of them were now settled in the parlor, drinks in hand. The Fount held a cup of sparkling water, Shadow Milk had a cherry cocktail, Pure Vanilla was nursing a glass of wine, and the Sage (surprise, surprise) had also chosen wine.
The Fount was telling a story about a group of vigilante cookies in his village, but Shadow Milk wasn’t paying much attention. He was settled next to Pure Vanilla on one of the couches, arm wrapped firmly around the blond’s shoulders. Pure Vanilla, saint that he was, was listening intently and nodding as the Fount spoke, offering rare comments when they were appropriate.
Shadow Milk, on the other hand, stole glances at his older brother, who seemed to be intentionally ignoring him. The Fount’s voice rang in his head: he’s only trying to rile you up. Screw that. Shadow Milk would not let his idiot brother woo his mate if he had anything to say about it.
But as he was debating whether or not to pummel the Sage—he’d go for his clothes first, his brother hated looking shabby—the scholar spilled wine all over the front of his robes.
“Witches forbid!” he cursed, tail flicking with annoyance.
Pure Vanilla stood as well. “Oh dear…Sage, there’s some towels in the kitchen…I’ll fetch one for you.”
“Thank you, darling. I’ll come with you; I’m the one who spilled it, anyway.”
As the two of them left the room, Shadow Milk could only watch; he was at a complete loss for words, and chasing after them would only let the Sage know that he was jealous. No, he would just have to wait for them to come back. He could do that, totally.
“You want to go after them, don’t you?” the Fount said.
“Ugh, of course I do!” Shadow Milk growled. “Who knows what stupid tricks he’ll try to pull!”
“You can’t let him get to you,” the Fount said. “Just ignore it. Besides, if he does try something, Pure Vanilla Cookie will reject him and he’ll stop. You know how much he values his ego.”
“I know, I know,” Shadow Milk grumbled. “I just wish he wasn’t like this.”
The Fount hummed. “You have no idea.”
~ ~ ~
“Here you go, Sage,” Pure Vanilla said, pulling a white hand towel out of a drawer. “I’m sorry about—“ He broke off when he saw the Sage’s robes, clean and free of wine stains. “How did you…?”
“Magic, of course!” the Sage trilled. “I’m quite skilled. But enough about me…let’s continue where we left off.” Without another word, he moved forward to pin Pure Vanilla against the countertop and press their lips together.
The ancient was stunned. The Sage’s kiss, his taste…they were like Shadow Milk, but not. Where his mate kissed like a starving animal, the Sage’s lips were slow and coaxing. Where Shadow Milk’s taste was like blue raspberry candies, the Sage’s was akin to flowing cream and sweet berries plucked from a bush in the summertime. And the way the scholar’s claws ghosted over his scent gland…
Pure Vanilla snapped out of his trance, then grabbed the Sage’s shoulders and shoved him away, breathing heavily.
Blueberry Milk was panting as well. “Ah, you taste…delicious, my dear.” He stepped forward to pet Pure Vanilla’s hair. “Now, I—“
“Stop,” Pure Vanilla said firmly, and the scholar froze. “What on Earthbread are you doing?”
“Pure Vanilla Cookie, you are unfairly beautiful, and I nearly fainted when I first laid eyes on you. Not to mention our shared penchant for the Truth…I’d love to have you all to myself.”
“Are you—what?”
“Come now, darling, I can give you so much more than he can—“
“WHAT IN WITCHES’ NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!”
Both the ancient and the scholar whirled to see Shadow Milk floating menacingly in the doorway, eyes wild, hair sticking out every which way.
“Bluebird—“ Pure Vanilla began.
The Sage interrupted him. “Ah, brother. What…impeccable timing.”
“Get away from him, you whore,” Shadow Milk snarled, pointing one clawed finger at the scholar.
“Shadow Milk, wait,” Pure Vanilla said. He stepped forward so he was between the two of them. “Everything’s fine. This was all one big misunderstanding. Please, let’s go back to the parlor. I’d like to hear the rest of the Fount’s story.”
“You’re right, darling,” the Sage said. “It is a misunderstanding. My brother seems to think he can keep you to himself without even letting me have a taste, which is quite unfair, don’t you think?”
Pure Vanilla made a pained sound. “I…”
“I think you’ve already had your taste,” Shadow Milk growled. He grabbed the ancient’s hand. “C’mon, Nilla.”
But before he could get to the door, a shield of golden light appeared over it, trapping them inside.
“I think,” the Sage began, “that we should let Pure Vanilla Cookie decide, no? I’ll have a taste of him, then you can, and he can choose whom he likes more. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”
Shadow Milk bit back another snarl. He hated Blueberry Milk and his stupid rhetorical questions and his stupid smirk and his stupid hat.
“Fine,” the Beast said, ears drawn back. “But only because Nilly will choose me.”
The Sage shrugged, still smirking, then snapped his fingers. The three of them poofed back into their seats in the parlor. Without missing a beat, Blueberry Milk rose and took Pure Vanilla by the hand, guiding him away from Shadow Milk until he was pinned against one of the wood-paneled walls.
Pure Vanilla felt a fierce blush color his cheeks. Is this really happening? But he didn’t complain; if he was being honest, he wanted to know how the Sage played. The scholar had called him beautiful, but he didn’t look all that bad himself. Besides, Shadow Milk was always rougher when he was jealous.
“Ready, my dear?” the Sage purred.
Pure Vanilla glanced over the Sage’s shoulder at his mate, who didn’t move but had his hands balled into fists, staring at where the Sage wrapped his tail possessively around the ancient’s leg.
The Fount, on the other hand, looked wholly unimpressed, which surprised Pure Vanilla. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the Virtue had witnessed this before.
Focus, Pure Vanilla. He shook the thoughts from his head and looked up at the scholar. “Yes,” he whispered.
The Sage didn’t hesitate. He began by tilting Pure Vanilla’s head up so he could suck at the skin of his throat, trailing kisses down until he reached his collarbone, where he licked from edge to edge. The sensation made Pure Vanilla shiver, and the Sage let out a satisfied hum, though he pointedly stopped before he reached the mating bite on his neck.
The scholar brought his hands to the buttons that held the ancient’s simple robes together, tugging until each and every one of them was free, and the mass of fabric pooled at Pure Vanilla’s feet. His Soul Jam clinked as it hit the wooden floor.
This left the blond standing with his back against the wall in nothing but a dark blue lingerie set, blushing profusely, his fluffy tail coming up to cover his legs. “I…this was supposed to be for Shadow Milk Cookie,” he said.
The Sage hummed. “Well, now it’s for me.” He reached behind the ancient to unclasp the bra, eyes glittering as it fell to the floor. A half second later, he was surging forward to suck at one of Pure Vanilla’s nipples, a hand coming up to massage the other.
“Oh my…” the blond breathed.
The Sage chuckled, breath tickling the nipple he’d latched onto. “Right? See how good you can feel when you’re with me?”
Shadow Milk snorted from where he sat on the couch.
The Sage swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud again, then looked back up at the blond. “You can’t produce milk, can you?”
Pure Vanilla nodded, letting out a breathy gasp when Blueberry Milk squeezed his chest.
“Really? You’ll have to let me taste it sometime. But not now; I think your bluebird is getting impatient…” The Sage used a claw to cut the panties from his hips, snickering when they hit the floor. He leaned back to take in the ancient’s bare form. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re truly a sight to behold.”
Pure Vanilla smiled despite himself. “T-thank you.”
The Sage grinned back. “Good boy. Now, open for me.” He pressed two fingers against the Pure Vanilla’s lips, which the omega accepted instantly, swirling his tongue around the digits.
“Hm.” The Sage looked back at Shadow Milk. “You have him trained well.”
The Beast only fumed from where he sat on the couch.
Blueberry Milk pulled his fingers away with a soft pop, and Pure Vanilla whimpered softly as they began to rub against his cunt, slowly pressing into his labia. “So wet already.” He slipped one finger inside, grinning when the ancient let out a sharp gasp.
Pure Vanilla involuntarily pressed forward, trying to get the Sage’s finger to go deeper, but the scholar only pushed him back against the wall. “Be patient,”
he whispered. “You’ll get what you want.”
The ancient shuddered, but nodded.
The Sage slipped another finger in, then another, and slowly unsheathed his claws so they dug into Pure Vanilla’s walls. The blond moaned, back arching against the wooden paneling.
The Sage looked curious. “Did you like that?” He dug his claws in harder and laughed when the ancient keened.
“Let’s see…” Blueberry Milk trailed off as he slid his fingers out, then reached down and grabbed Pure Vanilla’s tail. The omega stiffened, but didn’t move.
The Sage gave no warning before he yanked, hard.
Pure Vanilla squealed and grabbed the Sage’s arm, pain flickering in his eyes. Blueberry Milk used that leverage to pull him closer and thrust up into him.
The omega wailed as the alpha’s cock slammed against his cervix, and whined when he was pressed against the wall again.
“Tight little thing,” the Sage murmured, pulling back slightly and pushing back in. “How would you like to take my knot, sweetheart?”
Shadow Milk stood, tail lashing. “Don’t you dare.”
The Sage snorted. “You’re so prudish, brother. I was only joking.”
Shadow Milk growled, but sat back down, muttering quietly to himself.
“Now,” the Sage said. He turned back to lock eyes with the omega, who whimpered at the attention. “What can I do for you?”
Pure Vanilla tried and failed to shift his hips, unable to gain leverage on the floor. “Please,” he whispered.
The Sage looked slightly startled, but the expression disappeared a moment later. “Use your words, pretty thing. I can’t know what you want unless you tell me.” His free hand ghosted over the omega’s tail, threatening to pull it again.
“Mmmm…please?” Pure Vanilla tried. Witches, he was not thinking straight. He was acting like an omega in…
In heat.
Nonononononononono. This couldn’t be happening now, of all days. Not when the Sage was trying to…
Pure Vanilla forced himself to calm down. Maybe this could work, he thought. Blueberry Milk Cookie wanted his honest choice, and who better to make that choice than heat-crazed omega with no biases, only primal needs?
Yes, this would work. And even if it didn’t, Shadow Milk would still spend the next few nights reminding Pure Vanilla who he belonged to.
It was a win either way.
A gentle tug of his tail brought him back to reality. “Well, darling?” the Sage coaxed. “What do you need?”
“I…” Pure Vanilla hesitated, looked over the alpha’s shoulder at where his mate sat on the blue-and-white sofa. Shadow Milk rolled his eyes, but nodded and gave the omega a soft smile.
Suddenly, Pure Vanilla wanted nothing more than to leap into his mate’s arms and purr and chuff and lick around his neck and face, to slot his head under his chin and softly beg for something he knew the Beast would give him no matter if he asked sweetly or not.
The Sage pressed his palm against the omega’s cunt, teasing his clit. “Darling?”
“Yes,” Pure Vanilla murmured. “Need…alpha…”
“Good enough,” Blueberry Milk said. He began to slowly rut, rolling his hips in deep, grinding thrusts that hit the deepest parts of the omega over and over again.
Pure Vanilla moaned at every drag of the alpha’s cock inside him, the ridges catching on his slick walls and sending shivers up his spine.
“You’re taking me so well,” the Sage said. “Can you feel that? How deep I am inside you?”
“Mmmmnh…” Pure Vanilla looked up the alpha’s face through half-lidded eyes. He was in heaven.
Blueberry Milk’s thrusts got faster, harder. “Would you like for me to fill you up? I’d like to see you dripping once I’m done. Maybe it’ll take. Would you like that?”
The omega nodded eagerly. Being full, like he was made to be, would be wonderful. But did he want the Sage to do it? Or Shadow Milk?
Both, he decided. He wanted both of them.
“Please,” he whined. “Want…need it—“
“I know,” Blueberry Milk grunted. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He raised Pure Vanilla up off of his cock, then slammed him back down, grinning when the omega wailed. “You want to be full? Want to be bred?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” the omega chanted. He held the Sage’s arms in a death grip, worried that the alpha would disappear somehow if he let go.
“Good boy,” Blueberry Milk murmured. He pressed Pure Vanilla into the wall and thrusted one last time, pushing in as far as he could. He grabbed the omega’s tail again and pulled hard.
Pure Vanilla screamed as he came, vision blacking out from the pain and the pleasure and the way they intermingled. He felt the Sage bite down on his shoulder as he spilled inside him.
And he felt the knot, pushing insistently at his entrance, ready to pump him full and lock them together. Pure Vanilla keened and squirmed to try and get it in faster.
But Blueberry Milk was swift, pulling out before the knot could pop inside. The last dregs of cum spurted onto the omega’s legs and stomach, and onto the ground.
“No!” Pure Vanilla wailed. He tried to pull the alpha back, tried to force the knot inside himself again. All that wasted seed…it should be in him, breeding him, not making a mess on the floor.
“No! Alpha!” He dug his claws into the Sage’s arms and sobbed. “No…”
Blueberry Milk clicked his tongue. “I’m sorry, darling. You’re alright.” He tried to pull the omega into an embrace, but was met with claws slashing across his chest.
Pure Vanilla hissed at him, pressing back into the wall. He hadn’t drawn blood, just made surface wounds. A warning.
If you can’t help me, don’t touch me.
Blueberry Milk yanked his tail again, making Pure Vanilla shriek. “Be nice. You’re lucky I helped you at all.”
The omega bared his teeth and took his tail back, tears still spilling down his cheeks. “No.”
Shadow Milk stood and walked toward the two of them, shoving the Sage aside when he got close enough. He muttered something dark that Pure Vanilla couldn’t hear—his ears were pressed hard against his head—and crouched down to where the omega had slid down the wall to sit on the floor.
“Hi, Nilla,” the Beast said softly. He slowly reached out to cup his face, which made the omega’s tail thump on the ground.
“Another heat, huh?” Shadow Milk continued. “It feels like you just had one.” He frowned. “But I guess I haven’t been the best mate. I’m sorry.” He spoke quietly, hoping neither of his brothers would hear. But did it really matter anyway?
Pure Vanilla purred as the Beast began to pet his hair. “Alpha…” he mumbled.
“That’s my doll,” Shadow Milk said. “Do you still want to play?”
“Play?” the omega repeated, ears pricked.
That was the magic word, after all. Play. It meant pets and kisses and being pinned down and fucked. Sometimes, if Pure Vanilla was lucky, his mate would give him his knot.
That was what he wanted now.
Pure Vanilla pawed at Shadow Milk’s crotch, whimpering as pitifully as he could. Even with a busted mind, he could do his best to get his way.
“Silly thing,” Shadow Milk said, laying the omega gently down on the floor. “Do you want my knot? Is that what you want? You want to play?”
“Please!” Pure Vanilla whined. He reached up to draw the alpha in for a kiss. As Shadow Milk licked into his mouth, he spread the omega’s legs and held his hips down with one hand.
“Good boy, asking for what you want.” The Beast leaned down to lick a long stripe over his cunt.
Pure Vanilla moaned, trying to buck his hips despite the cold hand holding them still. “Alpha…” he whined.
Shadow Milk licked him again, tongue slipping through his folds and finally sliding inside him. Dark blue ears flicked at every breathy gasp the omega let out. Soon, he was sucking and nipping and making obscene sounds with his mouth, which complemented the debauched moans.
And all of this was well and fine, but Pure Vanilla wanted more. He hissed softly and hit Shadow Milk with his tail.
“I hear you,” the alpha said. “But you taste so sweet, doll. How can I resist?”
The omega grumbled again, tail wrapping around Shadow Milk’s arm.
“Alright, alright.” The Beast crawled over the blond and pressed his knees to his chest. He vanished his clothes with a thought and slowly pushed inside.
“So pretty,” he whispered. “You know that, doll?”
Pure Vanilla huffed. This was better, but still not what he needed. He felt an ache curl up in his stomach; his heat was coming too quickly. “Alpha…”
Shadow Milk sheathed himself inside with one thrust.
Pure Vanilla squealed, tail fluffing up with pleasure. There it was. This was what he was craving.
“That better, doll?” Shadow Milk pulled out and sank in again, hitting the spot inside him that made him see stars.
The omega nodded frantically. “Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!”
The Beast set a steady pace, thrusts sharp and brutal, then reached to sink teeth into Pure Vanilla’s scent gland. Blood poured from where the skin broke, and Shadow Milk lapped it up like the sweetest milk on Earthbread.
The omega was crying now, and Shadow Milk licked the tears away, too, his thrusts growing more sporadic. “You don’t even know what you do to me, doll. You don’t know how much you’re mine, only mine. I’ll l-lock you up and ruin you.”
Pure Vanilla wailed, grabbing desperately to pull him closer, to get him deeper—
They both howled as their orgasms crashed over them, the wave of pleasure making the omega gasp for breath and the alpha snarl out a promise of more.
Pure Vanilla wrapped his legs around Shadow Milk and whimpered, urging him to continue.
“Again?” the Beast said, surprised. His fangs glinted as his face twisted into a grin. “Your wish is my command, dearest. I’ll give you a proper knot this time…”
“Absolutely not!” the Sage said, standing from his chair. “We each only get one turn, then Pure Vanilla Cookie decides whom he liked better. Those are the rules.”
Shadow Milk scowled at him. “Fuck your rules; Nilla’s clearly not in his right mind. Look, I didn’t know this would happen today…” He pressed the omega’s face against his scent gland when he whined. “But I think you two should leave. It’s been great, I love you, whatever.”
Blueberry Milk scoffed. “How convenient. So I should just leave this perfect omega to be taken care of by the likes of you? You couldn’t even keep a plant alive when we were younger. Why should you be in charge of such a fragile thing?”
The Fount frowned from his seat, but said nothing.
Shadow Milk’s ears drooped, but he quickly pricked them again. “Shut up, asshole. Nilla is mine. Sorry no omega is dumb enough to mate with you.”
“Well then something must be wrong with that one.” The Sage flicked his tail at Pure Vanilla. “If I were him, I would have run away screaming months ago. But I suppose not everyone is graced with common sense.” He smiled mockingly, his eyes glittering with scorn.
He reeled back a moment later when Shadow Milk punched him square in the jaw.
“Don’t you ever talk about him like that,” the Beast growled. His voice was low, furious.
Blueberry Milk held his face, snarling, then looked back up at Shadow Milk. “Is that all you can do? How are you going to protect that little brat if you can’t even—”
Before he could say another word, Shadow Milk leaped forward and tackled him to the ground. He clawed relentlessly at the other alpha’s face and neck, howling profanities that made the Fount snort from where he sat.
After a few moments, the Sage gained the upper hand and blasted Shadow Milk with golden magic. The Beast screeched and lashed out blindly, earning teeth in his hand and a knee in his crotch.
Pure Vanilla crawled forward and tilted his head up, watching eagerly, only to hiss when neither of the alphas acknowledged him. This wasn’t what he wanted! It was fun to see them fight at first, but now they were too busy arguing to play with him!
Disappointed and whimpering at the pain in his stomach, he turned to go curl up under the armchair the Sage had been sitting in before. Maybe he could sleep through their spat. Then, by the time he woke up, they could play again!
He smiled at the thought, but before he could yawn and hide under the chair, an exasperated sigh caught his attention.
It was the Fount, sitting cross-legged on one of the sofas and looking very unimpressed at the scene in front of him.
As a host, Pure Vanilla was upset that he wasn’t having a good time.
As an omega, Pure Vanilla wanted to play with him, too.
“I am so sorry for the behavior of my brothers,” the Fount said as the ancient approached. “It was a mistake to come here. All they can do is fight each other.”
Pure Vanilla braced himself on the Fount’s leg and nuzzled his thigh, purring happily.
The alpha froze. “I—Pure Vanilla Cookie?”
“Mmm?” Pure Vanilla pulled away to look at him, amused at the stunned look in the Fount’s eyes. He crawled onto the sofa and straddled the Virtue’s legs.
“P-Pure Vanilla Cookie, I…are you feeling well? What mmph—“
Pure Vanilla surged forward and trapped his lips in a deep, biting kiss. If he couldn’t have Shadow Milk or the Sage, the Fount would have to do.
But…the ancient couldn’t help but notice how soft the Fount was, and how calm.
The other two were exciting and dominating, but this alpha was a nice break from their demanding natures.
The Fount gently pushed him away, and Pure Vanilla whined. “No,” the Virtue said firmly. “You’re not in your right mind. I can’t—“
“But you haven’t had any fun yet,” Pure Vanilla interrupted. “You look so sad. I don’t want you to look sad.”
The Fount glanced at the two sparring brothers, who were now wrestling each other on the floor, then back at Pure Vanilla. “I…suppose…if this is what you really want.”
Pure Vanilla hummed happily and kissed the Fount again. His scent and his taste were wonderful, blueberry wine and…starlight? Perhaps his mind was just fuzzy.
No, it definitely was.
Pure Vanilla pulled back again after a few seconds and moved to grind against his clothed cock. “Please?” he begged.
The Fount swallowed. “I’m not sure…” By this time, Shadow Milk and the Sage had already moved to the kitchen, where the ancient heard a plate shatter against the wall.
“Please,” Pure Vanilla whined again. “I want.”
“Alright,” the Fount said. He waved a hand to vanish his clothes, and the omega’s mouth watered when he saw his cock curl towards his stomach. He scrambled to get it inside him, but the Fount grabbed his hips. “Be patient.”
Pure Vanilla whined. He didn’t have time for this. He just needed the Fount to fuck him. Was that so hard?
“It’s alright,” the Virtue said. “I’ve got you.” He gently wrapped his tail around the ancient’s back.
And Witches, his voice was so calm and so gentle that Pure Vanilla couldn’t help but listen.
Slowly, finally, the Fount lowered him onto his cock. Pure Vanilla choked on a moan as he bottomed out.
“There we are,” the Fount murmured. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” Pure Vanilla slurred. “Please.”
The Fount laughed softly. “Alright.” He braced his hands on the ancient’s hips and began to bounce him on his cock.
Pure Vanilla tried to help, but his legs felt like jelly. Instead, he rested his head on the Fount’s shoulder and keened at the feeling of his cock brushing against his walls and pushing gently, but firmly, at his cervix.
“I doubt it feels like this with Shadow Milk,” the Fount said. He thrusted once, harshly, and Pure Vanilla wailed. “He’s always so aggressive. Am I correct in my assumption?”
Pure Vanilla wanted to say yes, but all he could manage was a drunken warble. He wondered at just how full he felt, with the Fount all the way inside him. Shadow Milk hadn’t done this with him in forever; the Beast usually opted to pin him against a wall or push him into a mating press instead.
“F-full,” the omega whimpered.
“Yes? Does it feel good?”
Pure Vanilla let out a loud whine, hoping that was answer enough.
“Good.” The Fount rolled his hips again, making the ancient keen. “I wonder what else would make you sound so sweet. I hope Shadow Milk Cookie isn’t too upset that I took a turn with you. I’d like to play with you again.”
Pure Vanilla immediately perked up at that. “Play?”
The alpha laughed. “Yes, we can play.” He reached to stroke claws through the ancient’s hair. “You’re adorable.”
Distantly, Pure Vanilla was shocked by the Fount’s teasing. When they met, the Virtue had seemed so nervous and uncertain. But now…
“Are you still with me?” the Fount asked. He pushed the ancient away slightly to look into his eyes. “Starlight?”
Pure Vanilla giggled at the pet name. He already loved the Fount.
“You’re completely lost,” the Virtue sighed. “Come here.” He moved to lie them both down on the sofa, but stopped when the omega squawked and pushed at his chest.
“Sorry!” The Fount sat them upright again. “Sorry.”
Pure Vanilla rolled his hips, already forgetting the slight, and the Fount hissed out a breath. “I know, but just relax for me.”
The ancient reluctantly obeyed, resting his head on the Fount’s shoulder again and closing his eyes. Soon, he realized that maybe the Virtue was right; this was so nice and soothing. In fact, it almost felt as if they were cuddling.
Every few moments, the Fount thrust gently up into him, and he moaned. But he could feel himself getting sleepy, and the alpha’s hands stroking his hair felt so, so nice.
Pure Vanilla shook himself awake, pulling away so he sat upright again. He couldn’t fall asleep like this; he’d miss all the fun! And what if Fount didn’t want to play with him anymore?
“Starlight?” The Virtue’s voice sounded miles away, but Pure Vanilla forced himself to focus.
“More,” the omega demanded, pawing at the Fount’s chest. “More.”
“Alright, alright,” the blue cookie said, grabbing his hips. “Calm down. I can help you.” He began bouncing Pure Vanilla on his knee again, and dug his fingers into his skin.
“Ah—“ Pure Vanilla whined after a particularly hard thrust. “Please.”
“You’re alright, starlight,” the Fount murmured as he thrusted harder. “You’re so beautiful, my dear. So soft, so perfect. Just relax for me, yes?”
Pure Vanilla wailed at every brush of the Fount’s cock against his cervix. He saw stars as the alpha hit that special spot inside him over and over and over again, smiling every time he did so.
It felt like an eternity—a wonderful, blessed eternity—before the Fount pulled him in close and came inside him.
The sudden warmth in his womb sent Pure Vanilla over the edge, and he sobbed into the alpha’s neck.
The two of them took several seconds to catch their breath until the Fount spoke.
“You did wonderfully, starlight.”
Pure Vanilla keened at the praise, but he felt his body give up as he slumped against the Fount. He mumbled nonsense into his skin as he struggled to stay conscious.
Then, far, far away…he heard voices.
“Fount? What did you—“
“I’m sorry, Shadow Milk.” The Virtue tightened his hold on Pure Vanilla almost imperceptibly. “He begged me to, and I couldn’t say no.”
A sigh. “No, it’s fine. I don’t think I’ve been giving him what he needs. I’m a terrible mate.”
“Incredible, Shadow Milk Cookie! I didn’t know you were capable of such high levels of self-awareness!”
“Shut up, Sage. You’re partly the reason Nilla’s knocked out like this.”
“Perhaps. But I know I did the best job sating him.”
“Could you two stop bickering? We need to get Pure Vanilla to bed.”
At the sound of his name, the omega whimpered, “Shhhhamlk…” He felt himself being picked up and held bridal-style. When he opened his eyes, he looked into a pair of concerned cyan and cerulean.
“Are you alright, Nilla?” Shadow Milk asked softly.
“Mmnnh…’m sorry…” Pure Vanilla felt a tear slip down his cheek.
“No, no,” the Beast said quickly. “You don’t have to say sorry. I—“
Pure Vanilla whined, impatient, and buried his face in his chest.
“Alright,” Shadow Milk murmured. “Let’s go to bed.”
As Pure Vanilla was carried down the hallway, he heard two other sets of footsteps following them, the mix of scents making his mind even fuzzier. And when Shadow Milk got to their bedroom door, he turned to glower at them.
“You both can go home now,” he said pointedly. “Unless you want to sleep on the couch.”
There was a moment of silence, then:
“If you think I’m going to give up my chances to taste him again, you’re crazier than I thought.” The Sage of Truth.
“I want to sleep with Pure Vanilla Cookie. Please.” The Fount of Knowledge.
Shadow Milk looked at them, slack-jawed, then let a scowl settle on his face. “Fine, but if he tells you to leave, you leave.”
Pure Vanilla’s eyes were open just wide enough to see the two of them nod, and then Shadow Milk walked into the bedroom.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Nilla?” he asked as he lay the omega on the bed. “Do you need anything?”
Pure Vanilla responded by reaching out and grabbing Shadow Milk’s hand, then whining softly.
“I know, doll. I’m here.” The Beast climbed into bed and slid underneath the omega. Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms and tail around his torso and pressed his ear to his chest.
“Good doll,” Shadow Milk said. “You can sleep.” He turned his head to glare at the Fount and the Sage, who were still standing outside the door. “Are you idiots going to come in here? Or should I just lock you out?”
The two cookies hurried inside the room and quickly found spots on the bed.
The Sage lay to Shadow Milk’s left, where he could wrap his arms and tail around Pure Vanilla’s torso, just as the omega did Shadow Milk’s.
The Fount, on the other hand, curled up politely at the foot of the bed, knees tucked to his chest.
Confused, Pure Vanilla sat up and let out a sharp whine. He reached out towards the Fount, who looked utterly shocked.
“It’s alright,” the Virtue assured him. “I don’t mind—“
“Just come up here before he starts hissing at you,” Shadow Milk grumbled.
“What—“
“Come on.”
Startled, the Fount crawled to lie on Shadow Milk’s other side. Pure Vanilla lay back down and faced him.
“H-hello, starlight,” the Virtue said. His tail twitched, and he sounded more nervous than when he’d let Pure Vanilla ride him. He reached up to pet the ancient’s hair, which made the blond coo.
Pure Vanilla brushed his hand over the Fount’s clothed bulge, causing the Virtue to shiver, but Shadow Milk quickly grabbed his wrist. “No more, Nilla. It’s time to sleep now.”
Pure Vanilla huffed and Shadow Milk snorted. “You can have more fun tomorrow, doll.”
The ancient looked at the Fount once more before closing his eyes. As he drifted off, he thought of the two new alphas he would be able to play with in the days to come.