Marking My Territory [Trancy Triplets x Reader Lemon]

Marking My Territory

You were the youngest Trancy servant. Age eighteen, but still the youngest. Alois had addressed you as another maid, and he never missed a beat to give you an array of tedious and cruel tasks. It was dusk and the young master had sent you outside to fetch a bouquet of roses for the dining table. You found it rather odd for the master to send you on a task meant for Thompson. Nevertheless, you did as told if only to savor yourself from Alois' wrath.

You were out plucking roses when a faint presence caught your attention. You had come to recognize this particular presence as the triplets. You didn't fret, nor think too much on it as they tended to keep to the shadows. You paid no mind, visibly shuddering with anxiety as you continued your given task.
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"She's way stacked." Timber commented in a hushed tone, "Her ass isn't too bad either. Firm and round." Thompson agreed, adding on to Timber's previous, vulgar, comment, "I wonder how sweet she tastes...or how wet she could get." Canterbury voiced what was on all of their minds. The triplets fell silent, a non verbal agreement being shared between the three. She would be theirs by the end of tonight. That much was guaranteed. Slipping back inside without a peep, the triplets began to plot your later euphoria.

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Shockingly, you had completed your task with little to less of a thrashing from the young Earl. The prat wasted no time in dismissing you after you had adjusted the roses accordingly upon the dining table, Claude finishing off the final tidbits that you weren't able to- all to which you had been grateful for. The grandfather clock in the grand hallway chimed, indicating it was thirty past six. It had been a lengthy time since you had been released at such an early hour, not that you minded too much of course.

The candles were the sole source of light along the corridor leading to your room. Typically you didn't rest too often, or at the least not at such an early hour considering the lengthy amount of chores Alois had you do just to spite you at times. It was refreshing to say the least, especially as you discarded your maid's uniform for your nightgown- unaware of lurking eyes hunting you.

Your nightgown barely brushed against your knees, the material thin and smooth- almost as if you were bare. Thompson, Timber and Canterbury noticed, they always noticed when excess flesh would peek out- taunting them, inviting them to toy with you. You had just unraveled your hair from it's messy bun when you felt that same eerie sensation nestle deep within your gut, only this time that feeling came too late as you realized you had been encircled by three familiar blokes.
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"W-..Umm..May I-" You fumbled over your wording, their eyes flickering a pinkish hue as predatory grins ever-so-slowly etched into each of their faces. This, oh this was something you had neverbeen alighted to, and quite frankly, you were petrified at the same time...it allured you- aroused you. The trio seemed to have been closing in, and there was little to no chance of freedom- even as you backed into Timber.

"Miss, there is no escaping." Timber hotly murmured against your ear, ensnaring you around the waist as he gave the shell of your ear a lick. Gasping, you accidentally press your body further back, grinding against Timber and eliciting a grunt from him in return, "You belong to us." Thompson further implied as to their intentions, meshing his lips onto yours without hesitation.

The kiss was primal, heated and rushed as if Thompson didn't have enough time to act out his desires, "Tonight, everyone will know who you belong to." Canterbury solidified what you had thought they were here for, the man groping at your breasts and kneading them as Timber began to assault your neck with teasing licks and affectionate nips before clamping down to brand you as his- astheirs, Timber smirking as he knew his brothers would mark you in the same spot so as to seal their mating mark.