Dravien slowly unwrapped his muscular arms from around Eiden's neck, his claws lightly grazing the pale skin of Eiden's nape before his fingers trailed lewdly over Eiden's collarbone. He caught Eiden's hand in a tight, possessive grip, his feline tail lashing with a predatory excitement that vibrated through his entire lean frame. "He's heree!!" Dravien chanted, his voice a melodic, hungry purr as the heavy obsidian doors swung open.
The master bedroom was a cavern of divine debauchery, illuminated by the low, flickering amber glow of magical lanterns. Vaelus was already stripped to his waist, his short reddish hair a messy halo around his head. Morvath sat like a silent, brooding sentinel on a velvet chair, his pale grey skin stark against the dark room, his broad chest and iron-etched six-pack mirroring Eiden's own powerful physique. Gavran stood by the window, his massive white wings twitching in the dim light, his shirt discarded to reveal a torso that was a masterpiece of heavy muscle and defined abs, every bit as formidable as the First Divinity.
Dravien lunged first, yanking Eiden into a searing kiss, but Vaelus moved in like a lightning strike, nudging the feline aside. Vaelus didn't wait for permission, claiming Eiden's mouth in a hot collision before dragging him to the bed. With raw strength, Vaelus ripped Eiden's pants clean off and stripped him of his gear, the legendary blades hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Eiden lay exposed—a masterpiece of brown-toned skin and hard muscle.
As the room exploded into a frantic storm, the dynamic shifted into a coordinated assault. Eiden, Morvath, and Gavran converged on the two smaller men. Eiden rose, flipping Vaelus onto his back, while Morvath and Gavran moved in to flank him. Eiden intertwined his fingers tightly with Vaelus's, pinning the Chronian's hands above his head as he drove into him with a savage force. Simultaneously, Morvath and Gavran positioned themselves, their massive, thick cocks seeking entry into the same overstimulated hole.
The air vanished from the room as Vaelus was subjected to a triple penetration. The combined girth of the three warriors—Eiden, Morvath, and Gavran—stretched Vaelus's internal walls beyond the breaking point. A terrifying, massive bulge distended Vaelus's lower stomach, shifting and undulating as all three men hammered in unison. Eiden buried his face in Vaelus's neck, biting the sensitive cord of muscle there while his hips joined the others in a relentless, bone-crushing rhythm. "Take it all," Eiden growled, his voice vibrating against Vaelus's skin. "Eiden… stop… too much," Vaelus wheezed, before his body went limp, passing out from the sheer sensory overload.
"Drink it," Eiden commanded, turning his gaze to Dravien. He grabbed the feline by his black hair, yanking him onto his hands and knees. Again, the three dominant husbands coordinated their strike. Eiden moved behind Dravien, locking his arm around the feline's throat in a heavy, crushing chokehold, while Morvath and Gavran crowded in to share the tight, scorching space.
As they entered Dravien's hole in a devastating, synchronized lunge, the triple penetration forced a desperate, shattered shriek from Dravien's lungs. Eiden reached forward, intertwining his fingers with Dravien's trembling hands, pulling them back to expose the feline's chest. Morvath and Gavran ground their powerful, six-pack-laden torsos against Dravien's back, their massive members reshaping him from the inside. After the fourth thrust, Dravien let out a high-pitched shriek and sprint-squirted, his eyes clouding over as he was choked into a blissful unconsciousness.
Eiden then turned his attention to Morvath. He pinned the swordsman down, their identical broad chests heaving against one another. Eiden intertwined his fingers with Morvath's, their knuckles turning white as they locked in a test of strength. Eiden entered Morvath, switching to a mating press that ground into Morvath's G-spot with savage, bone-deep thrusts. Morvath's red eyes glazed over as his stomach showed the lewd, moving bulge of Eiden's member one last time before he lost consciousness.
Finally, Eiden moved to Gavran. Before claiming him with his length, Eiden forced the Gama onto his hands and knees, the massive white wings draping over the sides of the bed like spilled silk. Eiden knelt behind him, his hands gripping Gavran's muscular thighs to pull his cheeks apart. Eiden leaned in, burying his face against Gavran's entrance. He began to eat Gavran's ass out with a primal hunger, his tongue flicking and swirling against the sensitive, puckered flesh. Gavran let out a sharp, broken gasp as Eiden's tongue pushed deep inside him, mimicking the motion of a cock as it explored his scorching interior. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, punctuated by Gavran's sobbing moans as Eiden used his tongue to stretch and prep him, tasting every inch of the Gama's divinity.
Eiden didn't stop until Gavran was shaking uncontrollably, his six-pack rippling with every surge of pleasure. Eiden then flipped the dynamic, pulling the weakened, muscular Gama onto his own lap and forcing Gavran to straddle him. Eiden intertwined his fingers with Gavran's, their hands locked tight as Eiden took control of the rhythm, slamming the Gama down onto his length.
The sensation was overwhelming. Gavran's interior, still slick and overstimulated from Eiden's tongue, was a tight, scorching velvet that clamped around Eiden's massive girth. Eiden met every downward slide with a violent upward surge, his cock burying itself so deep it felt as though it might pierce through the Gama's very soul.
"Eiden… my wings… I have no strength left…" Gavran sobbed quietly. Eiden didn't stop, his massive, thick cock stretching the Gama's stomach into a terrifying mound that undulated with every brutal connection. Eiden's fingers squeezed Gavran's hands harder, reinforcing their bond even as he destroyed his composure. As Eiden reached down to pinch the Gama's nipples one last time, Gavran's composure shattered. His untouched cock began to cum uncontrollably, shooting load after load against Eiden's stomach. The Gama let out a melodic sob as Eiden hit his deepest nerves, filling him to the absolute brim with a final load of divinity that flooded his womb and distended his lower belly.
The room was a ruin of sweat and seed. Eiden stood in the center, his brown skin glistening. He looked at the four of them—Vaelus, Dravien, Morvath, and Gavran—all broken and leaking his essence. He snapped his fingers.
The chaos vanished. The bed was clean. His husbands were fully clothed in their black robes, pristine and smelling of soap. They remained unconscious, their bellies still slightly rounded and stuffed with his seed. Eiden himself was suddenly dressed in his full gear, his legendary blades secured. He didn't look back as he walked to the front door, leaving his beloved, bred husbands behind in their divine slumber as he set his sights on the Capital.