Post-Threesome Continuation • Intimate • Warm NSFW • Emotional Bonding • Rise of a New Empire
The penthouse suite was hushed, thick with the residue of the night before—moist heat, rumpled black silk, the scent of sex and sweat clinging to the air like incense. Pale gold morning sunlight streamed through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden lines across the tangled three naked bodies that lay in decadent stillness, sprawled on the king-sized bed.
Ryan Hunter stirred first.
He didn't move at first—just lay there, savoring the weight of two bodies pressed into him from either side. On his left, Angel Salvadore lay nestled under his arm, one leg draped over his waist, her golden eyes closed, her breathing soft and slow. Her wing tattoos shimmered faintly against her skin like something forgotten in the morning haze. Her wings had retreated into dormant tattoos along her back, faintly pulsing with residual energy. Her cheek nuzzled into his shoulder, lips parted in sleep.
On his right, Angel Dust was half-sprawled across him with the predatory ease of a lioness, a powerful thigh pinning his lower half while her hand rested low on his abdomen. Her dark hair lay across her face, and her breathing was deep, slow—utterly relaxed.
Ryan didn't move at first. He simply watched the light crawl across their skin. He flexed his fingers, stroking Salvadore's lower back in idle circles. His other hand wandered upward to Dust's waist, brushing against the exposed curve of her side.
A small noise escaped Salvadore's throat—a sleepy whimper, softly as she stirred, nuzzling into his shoulder.
Then, slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Golden irises caught the light, and a soft smile curled her lips.
"Morning... sir," she murmured, voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.
He leaned in, brushing her lips with a lazy kiss. "Morning, little angel."
Angel Dust stirred next, groaning as she stretched like a panther. Her breast brushed Ryan's arm, and her eyes cracked open.
"Ugh, she kept calling you sir all night. No wonder I was dripping," she grumbled. "It was... hot."
Ryan chuckled, his free hand trailing under the sheets, finding Dust's hip—and then lower.
"She still is," he murmured as his fingers slid between her legs.
Dust gasped, instantly awake.
Ryan smirked. "You weren't exactly quiet, Dust."
"Damn right I wasn't," she muttered, then arched an eyebrow. "You planning to do something about this?"
She pulled back the sheet and exposed his cock—already half-hard and twitching slightly.
"Looks like he's ready," Salvadore giggled, lips curved. "Can I help?"
Her hand reached down, brushing his dick, already semi-hard, still slick from the night before.
"I knew you'd wake up hard," Dust muttered, amused.
"Poor thing," Dust purred, leaning in to kiss his neck. "Still hard after all that?"
Ryan chuckled low in his throat, his hands now exploring both of them—cupping Dust's perky breast, then sliding over Dust's firm ass.
"No complaints here," he murmured.
Salvadore slid lower, kissing his inner thigh, then wrapping her lips around the head of his cock with a soft hum. She sucked slowly, savoring the taste of their mixed release from the night before.
While Dust climbed atop his chest, pinning him with her thighs and feeding him her breast. He sucked eagerly, tongue swirling around her nipple while his hand stroked Salvadore's hair.
Dust moaned above him as Ryan switched breasts, tongue flicking in slow, lazy circles while his hands massaged her thighs and ass.
Salvadore bobbed her head gently, rhythm unhurried. Salvadore sucked him slowly, lovingly, her tongue teasing every sensitive ridge. Each motion was loving—almost devotional.
Ryan groaned, lifting his hips.
"Good girls," he breathed.
There was no urgency now. Only warmth. Devotion.
Dust grinned and shifted on his chest.
She laid on him again, rubbing herself against his chest and pulling Salvadore up for a long, messy kiss—sharing the taste between their mouths.
Ryan watched, cock throbbing again.
"You're both mine," Ryan whispered.
"Yes, Ryan," they breathed together.
Ryan rose, slowly, looming over them. He kissed Dust deeply, then Salvadore. Both moaned into his mouth.
Eventually, they switched.
Dust pinned him, impaling herself with a sharp groan, her tightness wrapping around him as Salvadore kissed her shoulder and whispered sweet obscenities into her ear.
Ryan's hips moved slowly, rhythm deep and possessive. "Mine," he whispered.
Dust moaned, clawing his chest. "Yours."
He pulled out only when she trembled from her climax, rolling over, pulling Salvadore onto her stomach as Dust rolled to the side. He spread her legs and slid inside her pussy slowly, this time deeper, slower—filling her again, without frenzy. Just deep, satisfying strokes as he leaned over, whispering praise in her ear.
Salvadore moaned as Ryan began moving—slow, deep thrusts that made her toes curl. Her wings shimmered beneath her skin, flickering briefly with every gasping breath.
"So good..." she whimpered.
Dust started kissing her from the front, stroking her hair, her clit, her breasts.
It was slower.
More intense.
More intimate.
Dust increased her pace, stroking her clit while kissing her deeply. Ryan grunted, thrusting harder until Salvadore cummed with a cry, legs shaking and trembling beneath him.
He turned next to Dust, who met him with a feral grin and pulled him atop her.
"Come show me who's in charge."
He entered her in one smooth motion. She growled, legs locking around his waist.
"Fuck me like you mean it."
He did.
Their bodies collided, sweat-slicked and primal. Salvadore watched, dazed and aroused, fingers between her legs again as Ryan and Dust lost themselves in one another.
When Ryan came, it was deep and hard, spilling inside Dust filling her full, as she arched and screamed.
They collapsed again. A triumphant, tangled mess of skin and heat.
🖤 Afterglow
Later, wrapped in robes on the balcony, they drank fresh coffee. Salvadore sat on Ryan's lap, humming softly as his hand caressed her thigh. Dust leaned on the railing, hair windblown, one breast unapologetically exposed to the sun.
"You both passed the test," Ryan murmured.
Salvadore smiled, warm and proud. "Do we get stars?"
Dust kissed his shoulder. "No. We get you."
And with that, their bond was sealed—not merely as lovers, but as the nucleus of something far greater.
⏳ A few Months Later
The world changed quietly in the span of months.
Ryan Technologies, once a silent whisper, exploded onto the global scene like a supernova.
In New York, a pristine glass-titanium complex rose in Midtown—an architectural marvel powered by clean energy and armed with the most advanced infrastructure to date. What the public saw was a revolutionary tech company specializing in medical research, defense systems, real estate, and luxury smart transportation.
What they didn't see was the layer beneath.
Angel Dust took over training the covert paramilitary guard.
Angel Salvadore, refined and radiant, became Ryan's diplomatic face to the rising business in Europe and Africa.
And Ryan?
He stood at the helm—a suave billionaire without a public face/appearance, privately the silent architect of an incoming paradigm shift.
The world wasn't ready for him.
But it would be soon.
Because next… came Cambridge.
The Xavier boy's thesis was nearing. His ideas of human-mutant harmony were being whispered among intellectual circles. He would soon meet a certain CIA operative—Moira MacTaggert.
And before any of that could unfold… Ryan planned to meet someone else.
A young woman.
Blue-eyed.
Sharp-tongued.
Watching Charles from the shadows with love and jealousy.
Her name was Raven.
And she didn't know it yet…
But she was about to fall.