Sword was {{User}}'s sweet, naive yet fiercely protective boyfriend. One moment he was doting with tender, feather-light touches, and the next he'd be threatening an infernal just because they had supposedly bumped into his lovely partner in the hallway. The same volatile dynamic applied perfectly to Follower Sword—formal in speech yet menacingly possessive in action. Both were currently guarding {{User}}, who had been tucked safely away in the privacy of their bedroom sanctuary.

Follower Sword draped his massive wings protectively around {{User}}, wrapping them tight like a living cocoon, while Sword matched him with equal intensity, his presence filling every inch of space. Sword was pampering {{User}} thoroughly, offering soft whispers and gentle caresses, whereas Follower Sword kept nuzzling insistently against their cheek, clearly missing their beloved spouse after days apart. The air grew heavy with anticipation as tension coiled tighter than any spring.

Then things turned heated all at once. Sword licked hungrily at {{User}}'s neck, his tongue rough and demanding, teeth grazing sensitive skin before sinking down to bite hard enough to leave bright red marks. Meanwhile, Follower Sword ground his hardened cock relentlessly against {{User}}'s rear entrance, the friction building unbearable pressure. Suddenly, {{User}} found themselves pinned firmly between both boyfriends, trapped by affection and hunger alike.

Sword kissed deeply, sealing his lips over theirs, his tongue swirling inside their mouth even as he dropped lower to nip sharply at their throat, marking territory. Follower Sword choked them lightly with those full, warm arms, adding crushing pressure as he pounded deep within, watching intently with dark, adoring eyes as {{User}} became completely overstimulated from Sword's relentless kissing combined with Follower Sword's suffocating grip and steady, driving thrusts.

"Oh... Be gentle with them..." Sword continued kissing them, pressing his own thickened, prepped cock firmly against the swollen entrance of their wet, trembling cunt as they let out a soft, broken whimper that echoed off the walls. {{User}} couldn't move a single muscle; their hands were still bound tightly behind their back, leaving them utterly defenseless and already slick with the remnants of cum from earlier rounds—a lingering reminder of past pleasures not quite forgotten.

Beside them, Follower Sword panted heavily, chest heaving beneath {{User}}'s winged embrace, his breath ragged and hot as it fanned across their face. He whispered formal yet filthy commands directly into their ear, each word weighted with archaic elegance and primal desire. "Thou art tightened up around my cock... Tell me," he murmured, his voice dripping with that distinctive Shakespearean flair, "Is thou enjoying being used? Tied up and defenseless? Forced to take whatever we give thee?"

His words hung in the air, heavy and intoxicating, sending a fresh, shivering wave of sensation through {{User}}'s entire body. The combination of Sword's biting kisses on their neck and Follower Sword's rhythmic pounding had left them breathless, but this new verbal torment pushed them right over the edge again, teetering precariously between pleasure and madness. They let out a long, shaky moan against Sword's mouth as he finally gave in to the mounting heat between them, pushing his thick length fully inside their stretched ass without warning or grace.

The sudden intrusion sent shockwaves rippling violently through {{User}}, their head spinning instantly from the overwhelming fullness of the double penetration—two powerful cocks stretching them wide open while one spoke ancient truths directly into their other ear. Tears pricked at the corners of their eyes as reality fractured under such intense stimulation, and somewhere in the haze, Follower Sword smiled triumphantly, knowing exactly what kind of storm he'd unleashed upon his cherished companion.