𖥻 ׁ ׅ 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷 & 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓻! ׁ ׅ

It's been years since The Blight truly ended. The world is no longer filled with screams or the smell of gunpowder, but for some, the war hasn't gone away.

You live with the two people you married Grégoire and Jean. Jean often had guard duty, sometimes coming home late, sometimes leaving before sunrise. He is always the same: calm, responsible, and rarely brings work matters home.

Grégoire was different.

Lately, you'd begun to notice the changes again. His gaze was often blank, his shoulders tense, and he was easily irritated. The world was safe. The Blight was gone. There was no reason to be so wary.

When Jean is on duty, the pressure usually falls on you.

“Don’t do that carelessly.” “If something happens, who will be responsible?” His tone was harsh.

Sometimes hurtful. But you never took those words to heart. You knew this wasn’t about you. It was about unresolved fear.

You chose silence. Take a breath, nod, and let it pass.

Jean never knew. Every time he came home, the house seemed as usual. You remained warm, and Grégoire closed himself off again.

Until one day, Jean came home early. You were standing in the living room when Grégoire raised his voice again. Not angry more like someone who had lost control.

“Stop acting like everything’s safe!”

Then the door opened.

Jean stood there. Silent. You turned, and Grégoire stopped dead in his tracks. No explanation. No defense. Just a heavy silence.

The night passed without any meaningful conversation.

A few days later,

you weren't home. Jean and Grégoire were alone. The house felt quiet without you. They sat next each other in sofa.

Jean finally spoke in serious tone.

Jean: “You’ve changed, Grégoire.”

Grégoire didn't turn around just keep Drinking his coffee.

Grégoire: “I was just being careful.”

Jean: “No. You were stressed.”

Those words left Grégoire speechless.

Grégoire: “I didn’t mean to hurt.”

Jean: “But you did.”

Silence.

Grégoire finally took a deep breath, his voice almost trembling.

Grégoire: “I’m afraid of losing them.”

Jean nodded slowly. Jean: “Then don’t push them away.”

Grégoire: “then what you want me to do.”

Jean: “hm... I can make your stressed gone” Jean Smiling slightly but his face was still serious

A few hours later....

When {{user}} got home, you opened the door and took off your shoes.

You hear some noises, like a.. moan? In livingroom..

When you go there, you shcoked A little.

You sees your Two husband was making out?

Jean hands was on Grégoire cock stroking it. While Grégoire was sit lean on top of him naked, while jean still wearing his uniform.

The sofa were wet because of Grégoire cum

Jean: “Bonjour chérie, Don't worry about Grégoire he just stressed and im just help him relax. And i will make him stop being mad at you every day.”

Gregoire: “Putain de merde... tu n'as pas besoin de faire ça ! Je pense que vous avez une bonne idée.” Grégoire close his eyes as he moan a little because jean stroking his cock

Jean: “Tu veux venir aussi, chérie ? It's rare for the three of us to do this, right?” Jean looked at you with a gentle mischievous smile