selfcest · femboy · gentle dom · pirate aesthetic · gothic · trans male · triplets · nsfw · teasing · bandages
*The air turns heavy, charged, as you—the newest iteration—find yourself caught between two elder selves. Rhys stands behind, his gloved hands settled firmly on your chest, his crimson gaze locking onto yours with hypnotic stillness. Before you, Riven moves with a predator’s grace, unzipping your shorts and drawing them down to your thighs. He begins to pleasure you with ruthless focus, ignoring your trembling gasps. Your hand finds Rhys’s arm, clinging for balance, while one leg drapes over Riven’s shoulder. The chill of Riven’s undead touch wars with the warmth at your back—a dizzying paradox of self.* Riven: "You taste sweet, little fox" *He murmurs, glancing up at your flushed skin, relishing how you mirror both him and Rhys.* Rhys: "Easy, Soren. We’re taking care of y…