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Thirty-Four

As the moment of quietude stretched on, Moon's voice cut through the hush like a blade made of midnight.

"My turn," he murmured, the words a dark promise against my skin.

His fingers, cool and sure, traced the line of my jaw, tilting my face towards his. The grin that curled his lips was one of anticipation, and something else—something that made my heart skip a beat.

He moved behind me, his body a stark contrast to Sun's lingering heat. I felt the loss of Sun's warmth acutely, but Moon's presence was a different kind of fire—one that burned with a cold, consuming flame.

His hand slid over the curve of my hip, dipping lower until his fingers found the evidence of Sun's desire. He used it to slick the way, his touch both foreign and familiar as he prepared me for what was to come.

I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my lips as he probed gently, his fingers stretching me in ways I had never known. It was uncomfortable, a stark reminder that pain and pleasure were two sides of the same coin.

Sun's voice was a soothing balm, his words a soft whisper in my ear. "Shh, my love. Let Moon in. Let him love you in his own way."

I tried to relax, to give myself over to the sensation of Moon's fingers working in tandem with Sun's gentle ministrations. And when I was finally ready, Moon positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me with an insistence that brooked no argument.

With a single, fluid movement, he was inside me—a sudden fullness that bordered on pain. I gasped, my body instinctively tensing at the invasion.

But Sun was there, his fingers dancing over my clit with practiced ease. "Come for us, Dawn. Let the pleasure chase away the pain."

And just like that, I was lost once more—caught in the maelstrom of sensation that they conjured so effortlessly. The pain receded, replaced by a growing warmth that radiated from the point of our connection.

Moon's movements were slow at first, a deliberate cadence that allowed me to adjust to his presence. But as my body relaxed into the rhythm, he began to thrust with more urgency, each stroke sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through me.

I was floating—adrift on a sea of pleasure so intense it bordered on the divine. My senses were heightened, every touch, every whisper amplified until they were all I knew.

"Come," Moon growled, the word a command that resonated deep within my core.

And I did, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave—powerful and relentless. My body clenched around him, the pleasure momentarily eclipsing the discomfort.

He wasn't finished with me yet, though. His thrusts grew more demanding, his hands gripping my hips with a bruising intensity. "Clench again," he commanded, his voice barely more than a rasp.

Sun's fingers never stopped moving, coaxing more painful pleasure from my oversensitive body. "You're doing so well, Sunflower."

Moon's movements grew erratic, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. "Now," he gasped, the word a broken plea. "Come with me, Dawn."

And when I came—torn open and full of them—my body felt like it had been rebuilt from the inside out.

A shrine.

A home.

A place for gods to rest.

I felt him swell inside me, his cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm. And in that moment, I was whole—a perfect fusion of pleasure and pain, light and shadow, Sun and Moon.

After, I lay tangled in the sheets, sore and glowing, their arms draped across me like they had no intention of letting go.

“You chose us,” Sun whispered, brushing his thumb over my cheek like I might vanish. “I’ll never let you regret belonging to us. I promise .”

Moon kissed my shoulder, his voice like velvet draped over bone.

“And you’ll never be alone again.”

And even though the world still tilted, even though I still didn’t know if any of this was real?—

I didn’t care.

I had never been more loved.

Moon's arms encircled me, holding me close as if I might disappear at any moment. His touch was a soothing balm, a reminder that I was safe and loved. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and strong, and it anchored me in a way that nothing else could.

Sun's humming filled the room, a soft melody that seemed to wrap around us like a blanket. I watched as he moved to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth in his hand. He approached me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he gently began to clean me.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I watched him, transfixed by the sight of our combined cum dripping from my body. It was a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal, and I couldn't help but squirm under his gaze.

But Sun didn't seem to notice. He was too focused on his task, his movements slow and deliberate as he cleaned me. I could see the reverence in his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was something precious and fragile.

And then, without warning, he pulled the washcloth away. His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste me. I gasped at the sudden sensation, my body tensing as he began to lick and fuck me with his tongue.

It was almost too much, the feeling of his tongue inside me combined with the knowledge that Moon was watching us. I could feel Moon's breath against my ear, his laughter low and soft as I squirmed and clutched at him.

But I couldn't come. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to tip over the edge. I could feel the frustration building inside me, the desperation to find release.

Sun seemed oblivious to my struggle, lost in his own pleasure as he continued to worship my body. But Moon was all too aware, his laughter turning to whispers as he urged me to let go.

"That's my moonlight," he murmured, his voice a dark promise in my ear.

And then, just as I felt the first tears begin to fall, he whispered the command that sent me over the edge.

"Come."

I came harder than I ever had before, my body shaking with the force of it. I could feel Sun's tongue inside me, his own orgasm triggering another wave of pleasure that left me breathless.

And then, as the world began to fade away, I felt Moon's arms tighten around me. He held me close, whispering words of love and devotion as I slipped into unconsciousness.