Elowen's POV

What have I gotten myself into?

The atmosphere was thick with tension as I sat on Zander's lap, the heat radiating between us palpable. Surrounded by the brothers, my heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. Lysander lounged casually on the couch, a sly smile playing on his lips, while Zephyr stood tall and imposing nearby, an air of predatory confidence about him.

"Look at you, darling. Already so flustered, and we've barely started," said Lysander, a smug smirk on his lips. 

"W-what are you going to do?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"Why don't you let us show you?" Zephyr stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He moved closer, invading my personal space, and whispered in my ear, "You remember how much fun we had last time, don't you? The way you melted under our touch..."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I fought to steady my breathing, recalling the heated moments we had shared before. "I—"

Before I could finish, Zephyr leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against my neck. "You were so responsive, so eager to please," he taunted, his breath warm against my skin. "I wonder how you'll react this time."

Zander's hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I think we should find out, don't you?" he added, his voice thick with desire. "Let's see just how needy you can get."

The three of them surrounded me, creating a whirlwind of sensations that left me feeling dizzy with longing. Zander's grip was firm yet tender, while Zephyr's teasing words sent my mind racing. I could feel the tension rising, my body responding instinctively to their closeness.

"You're looking a little flustered, Elowen," Lysander remarked, amusement evident in his tone. "What's wrong? Can't handle a little attention?"

"I can handle it!" I retorted, but the tremor in my voice betrayed my bravado. The truth was, I was struggling to maintain my composure under their teasing onslaught.

"Are you sure?" Zander's fingers danced along my thigh, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. "Because you seem a bit overwhelmed right now."

"Maybe she likes it," Zephyr mused, his gaze fixed on me with a predatory intensity. "I think our little princess is enjoying being the center of our attention."

I squirmed on Zander's lap, feeling both exposed and exhilarated. "S-stop it," I pleaded, though my heart raced at their teasing.

"But you're so cute when you're flustered," Zander said, his tone light but filled with smoldering intensity. "We can't help but want to push your buttons."

Zephyr took a step closer, invading my space even further, his breath ghosting against my ear. "I love seeing you like this, Elowen. So vulnerable and begging for more. It drives me wild," he murmured, his voice dripping with seduction.

My breath hitched as Zephyr's fingertips grazed my arm, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't contain. "I'm not begging!" I protested, but my body betrayed me, craving their touch and attention.

"Not yet, at least," Lysander interjected, a sly grin spreading across his face. "But we can change that."

The tension in the room grew thicker, and my heart raced as I felt the heat of their combined attention. The teasing escalated, each brother taking turns to push my buttons, their playful banter heightening my frustration and desire.

"Let's see how long you can last without begging us," Zephyr challenged, his voice low and commanding.

Zander's hands roamed over my waist, pulling me closer as he pressed soft kisses along my shoulder. "Just a little more teasing, princess. We want to see how far we can take this," he murmured.

At that moment, Zephyr leaned even closer, his fingers lightly grazing my arm, sending a trail of fire wherever he touched. His fingers lingered for just a moment too long, sending sparks of desire shooting through me.

"Such a pretty little thing," he murmured, leaning in to kiss my neck, his lips soft yet demanding. I could feel his breath against my skin, and it sent a shiver coursing through my body.

Lysander joined in, leaning closer and brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. "Look at how easily we can make you blush, Elowen. It's almost too easy."

As they continued their teasing, Zander's hands roamed my sides, squeezing my waist possessively. "You're ours, and we're going to make sure you know it," he said, a wicked grin on his face.

My breath hitched as Zephyr's hands slipped under my shirt, teasingly grazing my skin. "Let's see how responsive you really are," he said, his voice low and rough. He pinched my nipple gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

"Oh!" I gasped, my body arching instinctively towards him. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Zander chuckled softly, clearly enjoying my reaction. "See? She likes it," he said, his fingers sliding down to my hips.

I could feel the heat pooling in my core, my body responding to their advances as they continued to push me closer to the edge. I felt both overwhelmed and exhilarated, each touch igniting a fire within me that demanded to be fed.

With each teasing caress, they push me closer to the edge. I feel Zephyr's hands on my breasts, gently kneading, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that make my breath hitch. "You like this, don't you?" he asks, a playful lilt in his voice.

"Yes..." I manage to breathe out, my body arching toward their touch, desperate for more.

"Good," Zephyr says, his eyes darkening with desire. "Because we're just getting started."

"Please..." I breathed, my voice trembling with need.

"Please what?" Zephyr teased, leaning closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Do you want more, Elowen? Tell us what you want."

"I... I want—" I stammered, the words caught in my throat as the intensity of their teasing threatened to consume me.

"Just say it," Zander urged, his tone both playful and intense. "Let us hear you beg for it."

I felt a rush of desire coursing through me, my shyness battling against my yearning for their touch. "I want more," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Such a good girl," Zephyr purred, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Now we're getting somewhere."

He leaned in closer, his fingers trailing down my arm before settling on my waist, holding me captive as he whispered sweet nothings that made my heart race. "I love it when you're needy like this. It makes me want to take you right here."

"Maybe we should," Zander chimed in, his tone filled with mischief as he joined in the teasing. "What do you think, Elowen? Are you ready to give in?"

My breath caught in my throat as the heat between us escalated, the teasing pushing me closer and closer to the edge. "I can't take it anymore," I gasped, my body responding to their every touch.

"Then beg us," Zephyr urged, his voice low and filled with promise. "Beg us to give you what you need."

The tension reached its peak as I found myself teetering on the brink of surrender. "Please," I whispered, my voice trembling with desperation. "I need you."

The brothers exchanged glances, their possessive nature flaring up as they processed my plea. They were ready to give me what I wanted, but they would do it on their terms.

"Alright, Elowen," Zephyr said, stepping back slightly to take in the sight of my flushed cheeks and needy expression. "You've earned it. Just remember—you asked for this."

As they closed in on me once more, the room filled with an electric charge, the air thick with anticipation. Zephyr took the lead, his commanding presence overwhelming as he leaned in to capture my lips in a heated kiss, igniting the fire that had been building between us.

"God, you taste even better than I remember," he murmurs against my lips, a growl of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.

Zander and Lysander exchanged knowing glances, the kind that sent a thrill through me, igniting a fire of anticipation. As Zephyr deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a fervor that made my heart race, I could feel Zander shift behind me, his warmth enveloping me like a protective barrier.

Lysander leaned in next, his hands moving deftly to cup my face, thumb stroking my cheek as he pulled me closer to him, kissing my neck softly. "You're so beautiful when you're flustered, our perfect little whore," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, the intensity of his gaze making me blush deeper.

Lysander's kisses trail down my neck, finding that sensitive spot just below my ear. He nibbles gently, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. "You're absolutely irresistible, Elowen," he whispers, his voice deep and sultry, the kind that makes my insides flutter.

Meanwhile, Zander is still behind me, his hands working their magic on my breasts, fingers teasing and rolling, igniting a fire that consumes me. "You love this, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, and I can only nod, lost in the waves of sensation crashing over me.

As if sensing my rising desire, Zephyr broke the kiss and began trailing soft, feather-light kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, where his lips lingered, pressing delicate kisses against my skin. Every touch was electrifying, each kiss igniting a fire within me that spread like wildfire.

"More..." I breathe, craving their touch as I writhe between them. The intensity builds, each brother adding to the intoxicating storm of pleasure that envelops me.

Lysander, not to be outdone, leaned in and pressed his lips to my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin. His hands roamed freely, one tracing my collarbone, while the other found its way to the small of my back, pulling me closer against him. "You're so responsive," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "I love how much you crave us."

Zander tightened his hold on me, his fingers gripping my hips as he pulled me against him. I could feel the outline of his body, solid and unyielding, and it made my pulse race. "Tell us what you want, Elowen," he urged, his voice deep and raw. "Do you want us to take care of you? To give you everything you've been begging for?"

The heat of their bodies surrounded me, each of them leaving their mark, and I could feel myself spiraling. "I... I want..." My voice faltered, the words barely escaping my lips as I felt Zander's fingers digging into my skin, igniting every nerve ending.

Zephyr's mouth found its way back to mine, the kiss deepening as he coaxed me to surrender to the rising tide of desire. "Such a pretty little princess," he murmured against my lips. "Just let go and let us take you where you want to go."

I was lost in a sea of sensations, their hands exploring every inch of me, leaving trails of warmth and longing in their wake. Zephyr's hands gripped my waist firmly, grounding me, while Zander's fingers continued to tease, rolling and pinching my nipples.

As my breath hitched, the reality of what was happening crashed over me. My heart raced, caught between shyness and the desperate need to give in to their desires. "Please..." I whispered, a plea that hung in the air, filled with longing.

Lysander captured my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "Look at you, Elowen," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "You're so close, but we want to push you further. Are you ready for that?"

With that, Zephyr shifted his attention back to my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that made me gasp, while Zander's hands kneaded my breasts, his touch possessive and commanding. I could feel the heat rising in my core, a need that was becoming impossible to ignore.

As the teasing continued, Zander leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear. "You're going to beg for it," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "And we're going to enjoy every second of it."

Each touch from them sent ripples of pleasure coursing through my body, overwhelming me, heightening the tension that had been building since the moment we'd started. I was on the edge, teetering between the sweetness of their affection and the raw desire that pulsed between us.

With every kiss, every caress, I felt myself slipping further into the whirlwind they had created, a beautiful chaos that left me breathless and longing for more. The world around us faded away, and all that mattered was the connection we shared, the intensity of the moment that bound us together.

"Let go, Elowen," Zephyr urged, his voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "We're here for you, and we won't stop until you're begging for us."

"More, please..." I breathe, craving their touch as I writhe between them. The intensity builds, each brother adding to the intoxicating storm of pleasure that envelops me.

"Say it again," Zephyr commands, his eyes locked onto mine, his grip firm but gentle. "Tell us what you want."

"I want you," I gasp, my voice filled with desperation and need. "All of you."

With that, the dam breaks. Their teasing turns to something more urgent, their hands moving with purpose. Zephyr claims my lips once more, and this time, it's as if he's pouring all his desire into me. Lysander's kisses trail lower, exploring every inch of my skin, while Zander's hands continue to work their magic on my breasts, bringing me to heights I've never experienced.

As the intensity of their touches heightens, I can feel the pressure inside me building to an unbearable level. Every brush of their hands sends electric shocks through my body, leaving me gasping for more.

"Keep begging, Elowen," Zephyr whispers, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. "Tell us how much you need us." His fingers skillfully explore my curves, dancing dangerously close to where I crave their touch the most.

"I... I need you," I manage to stammer, my voice trembling as I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "Please... don't stop."

Lysander, ever the one to balance the intensity, moves closer, his hands gently cupping my face as he gazes into my eyes. "No one else can make you feel like this, Elowen," he murmurs, his voice dripping with possession and ownership. "Only we can bring you to this point."

Zander, still behind me, grips my waist firmly, his fingers teasingly trailing along the hem of my shirt. "You know that, don't you?" he adds, his tone playful yet filled with an underlying hunger. "No other man will ever make you feel this good. You're ours, and we'll take care of you."

Each of their words fuels the fire inside me, and I can't help but squirm against them, caught in their teasing web. Zephyr leans in closer, his breath ghosting over my ear as he whispers, "If you want this to continue, you need to keep begging for it. Show us how much you want it."

"Please..." I plead, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated. "I need you... all of you. Don't stop."

"That's it, sweetheart," Zephyr encourages, his fingers dipping lower, teasing the edge of my waistband. "Keep it coming. We love hearing you beg. If you don't, we might just stop and leave you wanting."

I can feel the heat pooling in my core, a desperate ache that begs for release. "I can't take it anymore! Please... I need to feel you," I cry, my voice filled with urgency.

Zander chuckles softly, his hands moving back to my breasts, kneading them gently. "What if we decide to make you wait? What if we tease you until you're practically begging us to finish?" he challenges, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"P-please don't, I c-can't take it anymore!" I gasp, my heart racing as I feel the pleasure building to an almost unbearable height. I can hardly contain the need that's surging through me, and the thought of them stopping sends a jolt of panic through my body.

"Then keep begging," Zephyr replies, his voice thick with desire. "Tell us how much you want it, Elowen. We need to hear you say it."

"I want you," I breathe, my voice shaky and filled with longing. "I want you all to touch me... please don't stop."

"Good girl," Zephyr purrs, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my shirt, teasingly brushing against my skin. "You're doing so well, but I think you can do better. I want to hear you cry for us."

The combination of their words and the heat of their bodies surrounding me pushes me closer to the edge. I feel lightheaded, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. The teasing continues, their hands exploring, their lips finding every sensitive spot on my body.

"Please..." I plead again, my body arching toward them, desperate for more. "I can't hold on much longer... I need you."

As Zephyr's fingers work their magic, I can't hold back any longer. I cry out, the sound spilling from my lips like a melody of desperation and need.

"God, yes..." I moan, the pleasure coursing through me like an electric current, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. My body arches instinctively against Zephyr's touch, the overwhelming sensations drawing me closer to the edge.

Zephyr's eyes light up with a primal hunger as he watches me succumb to the waves of pleasure. "That's it, Elowen," he growls, his fingers curling possessively around me. "I love hearing you like this. It drives me wild."

I can feel their energy shift, the air around us thickening with a mix of dominance and desire. They start to become more aggressive, each brother feeding off my reactions, their movements turning into something more raw and intense.

Zander leans in, his hands gripping my hips tightly, anchoring me to him. "You're ours, Elowen. All ours," he growls, his voice a mix of possessiveness and domination. "No one else can touch you like we do."

Lysander's hands find my waist, pulling me closer to him as he leans in to kiss my neck. His kisses are more fervent now, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving behind a trail of fire. "We'll make sure you remember this," he murmurs against my skin, a promise that sends a shiver of anticipation racing through me.

"Please... don't stop," I beg, my voice trembling as I feel the pleasure mounting within me, ready to spill over. I'm teetering on the brink, every inch of my body crying out for release.

"Keep begging, Elowen," Zephyr commands, his tone firm yet laced with a teasing undertone. "Tell us how much you want it. You need to earn your pleasure."

"Please... I want to feel you all," I gasp, my heart racing as I succumb to the overwhelming sensations. Tears of pleasure threaten to spill from the corners of my eyes, and I can hardly contain the need coursing through me.

He positions his fingers between my thighs, teasingly brushing against the sensitive skin, sending shivers coursing through me. The lightest touch feels like fire, igniting every inch of me as I gasp for air.

When I arch into him, he finally presses in deeper, his fingers slipping inside me with a slow, deliberate thrust that has me gasping for breath. It's a mix of pleasure and pressure, and I can feel the heat pooling low in my belly, igniting a desperate need. His fingers stretch me, filling me in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure racing through my body, each pulse drawing me closer to the edge.

I can feel him curling his fingers, finding that perfect spot deep inside me that makes my back arch and my breath hitch. He starts to thrust, a steady rhythm that builds in intensity, each stroke driving me higher. The sensation is overwhelming, and my hips instinctively rock against his hand as he sets a relentless pace, coaxing moans from my lips that I can't suppress.

"So fucking wet for, dripping all over my hand," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "So needy for us, aren't you darling?"

The words send a thrill through me, and I nod helplessly, the pleasure coursing through me like electricity. "I need you—I need all of you," I plead, my voice shaking with desperation.

Zephyr grins, the heat of his gaze locked onto mine as he picks up the pace. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, and I can feel my walls tightening around him, desperate for release. Every movement is deliberate, calculated to keep me teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain, and I'm powerless to resist.

"Good girl," he praises, and I can't help but feel a surge of arousal at his words. "No other man can make you feel this way. Just remember that."

As the intensity builds to an unbearable peak, I feel the world around me fade away. The only thing that exists is the sensation of their hands on my skin, their mouths exploring every inch of me. The pleasure surges, and I can't hold back any longer.

"Please, I need it! I need you!" I cry out, my voice thick with desire and desperation. My hips move instinctively against his hand, urging him to push me over the edge. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but somehow, I crave every moment of it.

"Such a desperate whore, you're making such a mess," Zephyr purrs, a smirk playing on his lips. "You love this, don't you? Being at our mercy."

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Just keep begging, and I'll give you exactly what you want." His fingers increase in speed, plunging deeper and curling just right to elicit a whimper from my lips. I'm teetering on the edge, my body aching for release, and I can feel the heat building, coiling tighter and tighter within me.

The other brothers join in, their hands roaming over my body, heightening the sensation. Lysander kisses along my collarbone, trailing heated kisses down to my chest, while Zander whispers teasing words in my ear, reminding me how beautiful I am when I'm lost in pleasure.

"Look at you," Zander murmurs, brushing a thumb against my cheek, "so utterly at our mercy. No one else can make you feel this way."

The combined attention of all three brothers is intoxicating, and my body is responding wildly to the mix of dominance and care they provide. I can feel their eyes on me, watching with hunger as I squirm beneath their touch, and it only intensifies the flames within me.

"Don't stop, please!" I beg, desperation lacing my words as Zephyr's fingers work their magic, pushing me closer to the brink. I'm gasping for air, lost in a haze of pleasure and need.

"Tell us how much you want it," Zephyr demands, his voice low and sultry. "Tell us how much you need this."

"I need it! I need you! I can't hold on anymore!" I cry, my body trembling with the force of my impending release.

"Then let go," he urges, his voice almost a growl as he pushes me closer, his fingers moving in a relentless rhythm that drives me wild. "We're right here, Elowen. We'll catch you."

As his words wash over me, the tension finally snaps. I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy crash over me, pulling me under. My vision blurs, and all I can feel is the overwhelming bliss coursing through my veins.

"Fuck, look at her," Zander murmurs, his voice filled with awe as he watches me come undone beneath their touch.

Zephyr doesn't stop, his fingers continuing their relentless pace as I ride the waves of pleasure, my body trembling in their hold. The world around me fades, leaving only the sensation of their bodies against mine and the sounds of my own pleasure filling the room.

When the waves of ecstasy finally recede, I'm left breathless, a blissful haze clouding my mind. I collapse against Zephyr, my body feeling spent and completely satisfied.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, his tone now filled with a gentle concern that contrasts with the wildness of moments ago.

I nod, still catching my breath, a blissful smile spreading across my face. "I'm more than okay," I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse but filled with warmth.

Zander moves closer, his hands gently brushing the hair away from my face. "You were amazing, Elowen. Absolutely breathtaking," he murmurs, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and admiration.

Lysander leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his touch soothing as he brushes his fingers along my arm. "We're here for you," he reassures me, his voice tender. "You did so well, such a good girl for us."

As I start to regain my composure, I feel their collective care wrap around me like a warm blanket. Zephyr pulls me closer, cradling me against his chest as he gently rocks me back and forth. "Just breathe, Elowen. You're safe with us," he whispers, his voice low and calming.

Zander leans over, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, his touch featherlight. "Let us take care of you now," he says, his voice sincere and filled with warmth. "You deserve it after that."

Lysander retrieves a soft blanket, wrapping it around my shoulders with a gentleness that makes my heart swell. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his concern palpable.

"Good," I reply, the warmth of their care washing over me, settling my racing heart. "Really good."

"Good isn't enough," Zephyr insists, his expression serious but softening as he meets my gaze. "You deserve to feel incredible, Elowen. Always."

After a few moments of comfortable silence, I shift slightly, nestling further into Zephyr's chest. "I can't believe how intense that was," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Lysander smirks, a playful glint in his eye. "Intense is an understatement, but we wouldn't have it any other way."

"Just remember," Zander adds, his tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness, "we're always going to push your limits, baby. You have no idea what you're capable of."

I can't help but blush at his words, but there's a thrill that courses through me at the thought.

As they each take turns holding me close, I sink into the warmth of their embrace, feeling cherished and adored. The earlier wildness gives way to an overwhelming sense of safety and comfort.

Lysander leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "We'll always be here for you, Elowen," he promises, his voice a soothing balm to my still racing heart.

With their warmth surrounding me, I feel content, enveloped in their care and affection. I close my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as I snuggle deeper into their embrace, grateful for the care they're showing. 

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this was just pure absolute filth... the things i do for you guys hehe (4.4k WORDS OF PURE SMUT)

also, is it bad thati'm really really jealous of elowen??