Bestow of Three Henchmen - x Male Reader

Chapter 10 - Second Night (5)

In the miff and hard times, ultimately, siblings should share and have each other's back, even more, if born at the same birth; that's what could only define an Anderson. Their father had quoted to them so frequently, that it went in one ear and out the other. That was until spirits of the ocean took him away in the middle of a fishing season. The triplets fastly adopted the 'principle' into their very bosom since.

To this present, albeit the memories of their father had been as of a mere distant ancient dream (certainly due to the loss of their humanity), still they held to that tenet as if they were born with it. Such as how they shared you with one another without the necessity to discuss it beforehand.

Howbeit, unity never was meant for flawlessness that lacked conflict within it.

"How about this," Nicholas eventually spoke up after some time observing both his triplets repeatedly traveling their eyes at your whole bare frame—was not just around your neck or other parts whence your blood would be easily drawn, "we take his blood once in a while—as long as we could—as some kind of dessert, just to satiate our appetite.

"Between those special occasions, we could swive him as much as we like in our leisure, and nourish him profusely during the periods. We drink others' blood for that time being, just to keep us going. I mean, we had survived for months without our prince's blood. I'm sure we are more than capable to adjust ourselves to that new particular custom."

"I think I could concur very much with that," Connor swiftly responded as he pulled his eyes from your flaccid member.

He and Sylvester were just finished bathing you moments ago, using small towels dampened with water from a portable wooden basin. Currently, they were drying you up with clean towels, while the unconscious of you posited between Nicholas' thighs and were leaned onto his chiseled chest.

"I don't know about Sil, though," Connor chirped nonchalantly, dragging the towel from under your armpit down your hips, keeping your arm uplifted during the process. "I mean," softly he continued, "he did show us yesterday how he was so capable of refrain from drinking and envenomed our prince."

"Try next time having skin to skin contact first with him after so long separated," quibbled Sylvester, eyes glinted with interest at your twitched member as he brushed your inner thigh with the towel, "and... with one's mind and cock... brimmed with the longing for him..."

"We all did touch him eventually," retorted Connor, calmly moving his attention up to your chest now, "but, Nicholas and I didn't carry out with our—"

"Over the fear of forfeiting an extensive chance to copulate with our prince," the triplet clipped off fast. Albeit without increasing his tone the slightest, still the atmosphere gradually stifling.

"Alright," interfered Nicholas, heavy voice and authoritative. It was never determined between the three of them, who must behave in a particular role within a certain circumstance. It was just something natural that their dispute never was gone too far: voluntarily, either one amongst them backed down or acted as a diverter. "Would you agree or not with my suggestion, Sil?"

"Of course, but—"

"Oh, he wakes up."

To Connor's sudden casual announcement, Sylvester flashed across the room to bring back with him the tray Gavin had been delivered. The mattress only budge lightly when he did so, and already he proffered at you a spoonful of pottage stew when you opened your eyes completely to three naked pale men surrounding you.

"Pardon, Your Highness," excused him. "It's quite cold, but, edible yet."

Needed only a glimpse of hesitation moment for you before finally parting your lips to allow Sylvester to move the stew into your mouth, welled aware anyone of them could easily make you comply with any of their demand if they wished so. Besides, you felt weak and lightheaded anyway.