The Mighty Belthazor

Phoebe was making soft sounds as she tried to move closer to Cole and Anders. While being like this was them was exciting and such a turn on, she had forgotten about the fundamental problem of not being able to use her hands.

She ducked her head as much as she could to take turns nuzzling their hair and kissing the tops of their heads.

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Bel slipped one leg over Phoebe's as well, fingers lightly dancing over her stomach. He nipped gently at her nipple, glancing at Anders out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't consciously imitating what Anders was doing, it just seemed to come naturally.

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Anders spared him a smile for a moment; they hadn't planned this, but he had to admit he liked how it was working. He let his teeth scrape lightly over Phoebe's nipple while his hand strayed lower, down her thigh then, tantalizingly, back up.

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Phoebe whimpered softly, squirming a little as she was getting double the sensations from their touch.

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Cole began to move his head lower, kissing his way down Phoebe's belly, lingering at her waist. He loved the way she was squirming.

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As he did that, Anders moved up to kiss her, not wasting much time about trying to coax her lips apart as he ran his hands through her hair. He was enjoying the squirming just as much, and fully intended to see how much more the two of them could make her squirm.

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Phoebe made soft whimpering sounds in her throat as Cole moved lower, once more wishing she could move her hand to run it through his hair. She was squirming beneath his touch and when Anders kissed her, she squirmed even more.

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Cole drew his tongue along the inside of Phoebe's thigh, then lightly nipped at her flesh. He could linger here for hours, tasting and teasing her, but he'd had his turn, and now it was Anders's. So he began moving back upward along her body.

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It was almost like Anders was synced with him, the way he immediately shifted and began moving downward along Phoebe's body at the same time. He trailed kisses along her skin, pausing to nip lightly at her hip, then flashed a smile at her before he traced his own tongue up along the inside of her other thigh.

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Phoebe whimpered, straining her body up as close to them as she could. When they both started moving along her body at the same time, she couldn't hold back the low moan that escaped her. When Cole started moving back up, she looked at him with darkened eyes.

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Cole slid onto his side, then gently turned Phoebe on to her own side, making sure not to hurt her arms as he did so. He pressed against her back, kissing her shoulder and her neck.

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Anders smiled hungrily at both of them and leaned over to kiss Bel before pressing up against Phoebe and kissing her as well. He trailed his fingertips down the side of her thigh and murmured, "Love you . . . my turn now."

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Phoebe shivered, and had been pushing back against Cole, wanting to feel herself touching every part of him at once. When Anders pressed up against the front of her, she moaned again, the sensation of being sandwiched between the two of them causing her to tremble.

"Your turn," she repeated, tilting her head to give Cole freer access to her neck.

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Cole nibbled on Phoebe's neck, running his hand down her side, stroking her hip and then Anders's. He could feel himself getting aroused again but tried to hold it back because it wasn't fair for him to hog all the fun.

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Anders trailed his hand up the side of Bel's thigh as he kissed Phoebe again and pressed himself closer against her. He himself was definitely aroused -- as he was sure Phoebe couldn't possibly miss, especially when he gently teased her legs apart and began to ease himself into her.

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Phoebe whimpered softly, her eyes darkening slightly. Feeling Cole getting aroused behind her and Anders sliding into her was a very intense feeling. She squirmed a little, both to try to get Anders to come deeper, and to push back closer to Cole as well.

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Cole let her brace herself against him, caressing her hip, then moving his hand over to grab hold of Anders's ass, pulling him closer into Phoebe. He kissed her shoulder and murmured, "Love you."

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"Love you," echoed Anders, absolutely unable to resist in any way the combination of Phoebe's squirming and Bel's hand on his ass. He trailed his fingers slowly up Phoebe's arm to the cuff around her wrist as he began to move inside her.

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"I love you," she murmured softly, turning her face to meet Cole's eyes. She then looked into Anders's face and repeated that. "I love you."

Having Cole holding the two of them together like this left Phoebe feeling like she was center of a firestorm; every fiber and nerve in her body was alive and reacting to both the physical sensations and the empathic ones as well.

When Anders started moving inside her, she moaned, moving against both of them, arching her hips slightly.

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Cole made a soft groan as Phoebe rocked against him. He nibbled at her neck, fingers digging into Anders's ass.

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Anders smiled at Phoebe, his eyes dark with emotion, and nipped lightly at her jaw as he began to deepen his strokes, encouraged in no small way by the feel of Bel's fingers digging into his ass. He reached out to trail his fingers up the back of Bel's neck, then up into his hair, further holding all three of them closer together.

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Phoebe made another soft moan as she felt Anders sliding deeper inside her. As he moved likie that, she would arch up against him to take him deeper, and then press herself back, feeling her ass squirming against Cole's erection that she could feel getting harder.

"You guys make me want you both so much," she murmured.

She made not have been aware she said that out loud.

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She couldn't possibly be suggesting what he thought she was suggesting. "Want you, too, baby," Cole said, rubbing his cock against the cleft of her ass.

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"Always want you," grunted Anders, his eyes widening briefly as he took in what she had said. "Both of you."

He nipped at her throat again and increased his rhythm just the slightest bit, holding on to both of them.

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