Jenova's Daughter

All characters from Final Fantasy 7, Advent Children belong to SquareEnix, and their subsequent companies. ReiMei is my OC

Chapter One: Birth

Deep within the bowels of the ruined ShinRa complex, a mechanism began to hum. It was a sound that shouldn’t have been occurring, but there was no one around to raise an alarm. The sound was soon followed by another which was the exactly the same as the first. Moments later, a third device echoed the sound that announced it too, was operative.

The mechanical noises were emanating from the abandoned Soldier nursery, and if anyone had been there to track them down, they might have been curious about the source. Hojo’s nursery had been useless, much of it under tons of cement and twisted rebar, since the aberrant Soldier, Sephiroth, had rampaged through the facility. He had destroyed all of the pods, including the one which had modified him.

The truth of the matter had escaped ShinRa employees in the wake of The General’s destructive drive to free Jenova. Four birthing pods had been spared, and now, a year and a half later, three were opening, giving birth to a triplet of new, genetically modified Soldiers. If Sephiroth had known, he would have taken the time to come back to finish the annihilation he’d begun.

The first pod finished discharging the Mako-infused Oxyfluid, which had held the Soldier in stasis, and facilitated the absorption of the Mako. The oval door, with its one little window, swung open making no sound whatsoever. The man inside was beautifully built, lean muscled and slender. His hair was dark grey, but would lighten up when it dried. There was a stubborn lock of his bangs that refused to lie anywhere except across his nose. The rest of his hair barely brushed his shoulders. His face was triangular, but slightly rounded at the check. His eyes were his most penetrating feature. They sparkled with an inhuman light, and his pupils were slitted, like an animal’s. The color was a chilly blue green that seemed to shine like they were pieces of frozen Jade.

Completely naked, he stepped out of the birth chamber and smiled. His sharp, seagreen eyes swept over his surroundings.

“I am Kadaj.” He announced confidently to the empty room.

He knew he was an experienced fighter, built solely as a Soldier, one of ShinRa’s military dogs, and primed to obey his superiors. He was disturbed that there was no superior present. How could he know his orders if there was no one to give them? The sound of the second pod as it opened drew Kadaj’s attention. He moved toward it, his steps more graceful than a feline’s. He climbed the stairs that gave him access to the second chamber and reached it just as a masculine voice announced:

“I am Loz.”

There was something amiss with the newly born Soldier within the pod. Kadaj heard sobs, which surprised him, his mind already changing gears. Soldiers did not cry, did they? Had something injured him? Kadaj moved closer to the open door of the pod so that he could see his brother. The soldier obligingly stepped out of his chamber. He was naked like Kadaj, and his beautiful opal green eyes spilled tears down his chiseled face. He too had been born with silver grey hair, but it was shorter than his sibling’s, a shaggy mop that mostly obscured his tear washed gaze. His similarity to Kadaj was tenuous, for he stood almost a head taller than him, and his shoulders were much broader than his slender companion’s. He was powerfully built, but the child-like hitches in his voice as he wept belied that there was any strength in him at all.

“Are you my brother?” Loz asked hopefully.

“Yes.” Kadaj replied, “I am Kadaj. Don’t cry Loz. I’ll take care of you.”

Those words seemed nothing more than words to Kadaj, but to Loz, it was the comfort he needed. It had been a shock to see no one outside of his birthpod. Placated by his brother’s soothing words, Loz wiped away his tears and smiled.

“Will we play soon?” He asked.

“Soon.” Kadaj promised, almost immediately forgetting the vow.

The third chamber was nearby on the same level, and Kadaj led Loz to greet the occupant. When the door swung open, Kadaj and Loz waited for the occupant to speak his name. He did not speak. His sea-green eyes took in the sight of his older brothers, and they stared back, seeing that this brother was even more slender than Kadaj. His face was almost woman-like, as was his delicate form. His hair would be the same color as his brother’s, but it was longer, enhancing his near female features. His overall beauty was striking, but his perfection would be marred if he were a mute. At last, the newest Soldier blinked very slowly and smiled gently.

“I am Yazoo.” He said in a near whisper.

Kadaj offered his hand to his youngest brother. “I am Kadaj, your eldest brother.” He said, introducing himself and the next sibling. “This is Loz, the next oldest to you.” Yazoo took Kadaj’s hand and stepped almost daintily out of his birthchamber.

“Can we play now?” Loz asked petulantly.

“Not yet.” Kadaj answered. “I must think. The state of this room worries me. Who will give us our orders? Why is no one here at our birth?”

Kadaj turned all of the information he had in his mind and soon surmised that ShinRa had been in some sort of war. They needed to do some reconnaissance to find out the real situation. First, they should find clothing and food. They also needed to arm themselves. They would not be able to call themselves Soldiers without weapons.

Since there was no one present to direct the triplets, and Kadaj, being the eldest, if only by a few minutes, took the position of Leader. He sent Yazoo in search of clothing, and ordered Loz to find food. He would search for a comp terminal to see if he could scare up the information he wanted. Kadaj watched his siblings depart on their first mission, leaping the tiers of the nursery, stretching muscles that had never been used, but had been conditioned in the Mako-laced Oxyfluid of the birthpod.

Before Kadaj left the nursery, he searched the area for any more intact pods. He was almost ready to give up when he discovered one birthpod whose door was partially blocked by a fallen beam. The small window on the door was badly scratched and almost completely shadowed by debris, but he was able to see that there was a body inside. He cleared away the broken pieces of concrete and the warped I-beam from the front of the pod, then went to check on the body’s status.

Kadaj touched the control panel on the side of the chamber and studied the data it displayed. He had never learned to read – he was less than an hour old, yet he could read. No one had told him what day it was, but he knew this pod would open tomorrow. He knew he had been specially grown by ShinRa, and they spared no expense when it came to their Soldiers. Kadaj also knew he had been twenty years in the making, gaining all of his knowledge through the mental feed that went directly from the main comp to his brain. He had been schooled extensively on a number of subjects that a Soldier was expected to know.

Kadaj spoke and read several languages. He was a weapons and explosives expert. He was a tactical expert as well, filled with the outcome of thousands of historical and theoretical battles. He had numerous martial arts techniques at his command, and could drive anything with wheels or wings. The Mako infused in his blood made him lightning fast, and stronger than any human. He was perfection made in the image of man. His younger brothers mirrored his perfection in every way, and together they were a deadly trio.

Kadaj would always admire his brothers, and they, him. They were gods in a world of mud-people. They would never come to recognize that they were all flawed in some way. Kadaj was all opposites in action and in mind. Loz was an eternal child. Yazoo was the least flawed of them, more like the father he did not know of, calm, calculating, yet graced with that maddening smile of his. Yazoo’s smiles would always confuse and anger Kadaj. Loz’s immaturity would get on his nerves, but his siblings would follow him wherever he chose to lead. He’d find their purpose somewhere in ShinRa’s ruins, he was sure of it.

Kadaj made his way through the wreckage of the nursery and on into the rest of the ShinRa complex. Much of it was severely damaged, and he had to back track more than once on his journey. It wasn’t long before he found what he was hunting for. Judging by the general state of his surroundings, the comps shouldn’t have been working at all, but Kadaj needed the device to operate and tried it anyway. He was mildly amazed when his keystrokes elicited a response from the dirty terminal screen.

Kadaj concentrated on his work and by the time first Loz, and then Yazoo had returned, he’d discovered a great deal about he and his brothers, and the reasons behind the ruins they’d been born in. The thing that hit Kadaj the hardest was that ShinRa had simply deserted the complex, leaving the triplets behind. No mention had been made that there were still four active pods in the nursery. The scientist in charge of the whole experiment had gone completely mad, and when he had been defeated by the Avalanche raiders, no one had stepped up to continue Hojo’s work. Avalanche were the ones credited for the complex’s devastation, but that wasn’t quite the truth. The General, Sephiroth, had already begun the destruction himself.

Kadaj was angered that ShinRa had left he and his brothers, not caring if they lived or died. What if the birthing chambers had been damaged? What if they had died a slow death, trapped inside an unopening chamber, drowning in the Oxyfluid that they could no longer breathe once they were awakened? He, Loz, and Yazoo would make the corporation pay for abandoning them to an uncertain fate. First they would wait for the fourth birthing chamber to open. One more brother would only make them stronger. Together, they’d plan their first mission. Revenge.

Yazoo had brought back an assortment of clothing for them, including three sets of ShinRa Soldier Uniforms of black leather. They began to dress as Kadaj told his siblings all that he had learned. Yazoo took the news stoically, his only reply a sad smile and deeply hurt blue-green eyes. Loz, on the other hand, began to cry. Yazoo wrapped his delicate arms around Loz in a consoling embrace.

“Don’t cry, Loz.” Yazoo told his distraught brother. “We four will make Shinra see their mistake, and make it right, won’t we, Kadaj?” Yazoo fixed his cat’s eye stare on his oldest sibling.

“Of course we will.” Kadaj affirmed. “It may not happen right away, but we’ll fix them. I promise.”

Loz continued to cry, Yazoo stroking his short hair to comfort him

“Kadaj…” Loz sniffed.

“Yes, Loz?” Kadaj said, already annoyed by the middle child’s immaturity.

“I didn’t find any food.” Loz said, his sobbing growing louder. “We’re going to starve!”

Kadaj’s smile was cold, and not the gentle expression that Yazoo wore.

“The world is very big, Loz,” Kadaj explained patiently, “and there are towns and villages nearby. We’ll find something to eat.”

“Do you promise?” Loz asked, his tears subsiding.

“Yes Loz.” Kadaj said with a sigh. “I promise.”

Placated once more, Loz’s tears dried, to be replaced by a gleeful grin.

The triplets donned the uniforms that Yazoo had found, each one alike, yet different, just like the three brothers. Yazoo and Kadaj both chose long leather jackets, though Yazoo zippered his up to his chin, and left the bottom zipper undone just enough so that he could move freely in the garment. Loz had chosen a shorter, hip length leather jacket and barely zipped it up at all. All of the uniforms had the crossed leather straps on the front and back, and shoulder poldrons for added protection.

“Something isn’t quite right.” Kadaj mused as he buckled the leg straps of his long jacket.

“I know what you mean.” Yazoo echoed. “It feels as if something’s missing.”

“I still feel naked.” Loz agreed.

Kadaj turned back to the comp and began browsing the Shinra site-map. After a few moments, he found what he wanted.

“Follow me.” Kadaj ordered. His two younger brothers fell in step beside him as he led them through what was left of the ShinRa Co. buildings.

“Where are we going?” Yazoo asked quietly.

“To the armory.” Kadaj replied with a heartfelt grin. “I don’t want to find it under tons of rubble.”

“Will we get to play?” Loz asked hopefully.

“Yes, Loz.” Kadaj answered. “I think we will.”

The armory was enormous and largely still stocked with weapons of every conceivable manner. The three brothers were like the proverbial children in a candy store. Loz grew very excited and dashed from one display of potential destruction to another, chortling with glee. His preternatural eyes settled on an odd looking object. To Loz’s mind it looked like two pistons resting on armbands with a handle attached. The head of each piston appeared vaguely like the head of a dog. He knew exactly what it was. It was an advanced stunner weapon that could send immensely powerful shock waves through any one or any thing he hit it with. He would have lots of fun with this toy! He slid his left arm into the device and tightened the bands. When he flexed his hand, the handle dropped down into his palm. Cracking a grin, Loz looked to his eldest brother, who nodded in approval. Loz had chosen a weapon to enhance his already prodigious strength. It would become known as the Dual Hounds.

Resting pristine upon a katana rack lay a two-bladed fang of steel that Kadaj couldn’t ignore. He hefted its weight in his hand, immediately noticing that it was both light, and perfectly balanced. He whipped it around in a few quick bushido parrying moves then stood straight with a sweet smile upon his lips. He found the sheath and body harness nearby. Kadaj chose to sling the sheath low on his back so that he could draw it easier than if he’d had it over his shoulder. As he slid the blade into the sheath, cocking it so that it hung to the left, he said a name in his mind. Souba. That would be the blade’s name.

Yazoo took his time as he browsed the many aisles of the large armory. At last, he touched an elegant pair of GunBlades with his delicate fingers, tracing the artistic scroll work on the double barrel muzzles. He didn’t need to test their weight, he knew they’d be perfect. Without a word but a name in his mind, Yazoo strapped one holster on his back, angling it so that he could draw with his left hand. He was just settling Velvet Nightmare in the holster when Loz came up the aisle to join him.

“That’s a pretty gun.” Loz commented. “Isn’t that holster awk…” Loz didn’t get to finish the sentence. Yazoo was already pointing the barrel at the middle sibling’s temple. He immediately lowered the weapon when he saw tears well up on Loz’s incredible green-blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, Loz.” Yazoo said quietly, handing a side holster and the other of the pair of guns to his brother. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Here, you can have my other gun. I don’t need two of them.”

“I wasn’t frightened.” Loz insisted angrily, taking the offering.

“Good.” Kadaj interjected as he joined them. “I located the motor pool.” He informed them. “If we’re lucky, we might just get to play with something made just for us.”

“Is there really something just for us?” Loz asked. If he had been open hearted, he might have said that he had been more than a little disappointed when no one had been there but Kadaj to greet him on his birthing day. He’d been devastated. For some reason, he already feared being alone.

“Actually, no.” Kadaj confessed, but seeing Loz’s crestfallen expression he quickly added: “That won’t keep us from making it ours, will it, Loz?”

Yazoo smiled gently as his next older brother whooped in agreement. As it turned out, The Eldest of the Triplets had unearthed four somethings. Four Gyrobikes stood beneath fitted tarps, having escaped being crushed by the partial collapse of the garage roof. Kadaj had only hoped the Gyrobikes would still be there. He smiled to himself. They were really cool bikes. Loz seemed to be in the same mind. He had his bike started and was ready to pull away with or without his brothers. Kadaj barked a short command at him. Loz obeyed with only a pout.

Kadaj pulled out of the ShinRa motor pool with Loz and Yazoo in his rear view mirrors, on either side of him. The Corporation maps had indicated a small trader’s outpost less than five kilometers to the west. They would stock up their food supplies and return directly to the complex. Kadaj and his brothers had much exploration to do yet, and their new brother would be born the next day. It wouldn’t do to miss the upcoming event. They all knew how it felt to not have anyone but their brothers present when they were born. They would not risk depriving their newest brother that small comfort.

What Kadaj didn’t tell his siblings is that they were the last. After the new birth tomorrow, there would be no more ShinRa Soldiers born. It was another reason he wanted to return to the complex so quickly. Although they had been born knowing all they needed to survive and thrive, he and his brothers had no history. It was irrationally important to the Eldest of the three. Who were their parents? Why were they forced to look up even the names of the scientists who’d modified them, or the company they worked for? It intensified his feelings of abandonment. No one seemed to care. Though he would not allow it to show like Loz did, Kadaj was hurt. The triplet’s complete story was buried in a file somewhere, and he meant to find it. He had to find it.

Kadaj also knew that he and his brothers could not make more Soldiers via the biological method either. All three of them were sterile, or so the main file had said. Even if they were not, their issue would have been genetically imperfect. There wasn’t a female on the planet that could match the triplets in genetic perfection. Less wouldn’t have been enough.

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It was nearing dusk when the sound of Gyro-bikes broke the stillness of the outpost. Orin hadn’t had a customer in weeks, and he rubbed his hands together in anticipation of a sale. Three leather-clad bikers came into the store, and Orin’s eyebrows rose at the sight of them. He’d only seen hair like that once before, almost two years ago, maybe less. The General, ShinRa’s hero turned nightmare. He’d had silver hair. Orin didn’t fail to notice that the three wore the leathers of the old Soldier legions. He shuddered, hoping the men didn’t see.

There hadn’t been anyone from the ShinRa complex in over a year. Foolish of him to think that Rufus ShinRa was gone, even if the old buildings were nothing but ruins. He’d been the type of man to hold on to what was his, no matter what the damage was. Orin shook his head, remembering the day Midgar had finally tottered and died. First, the Sectors had fallen. Some had said it was Avalanche that did it, but others pointed their fingers at ShinRa. Rumors had flown thick and fast, many Midgardians fleeing the devastation, and leaving the whispers on Orin’s counter. Old man Shinra had died, no one was quite sure how, but voices suggested it had been the son, Rufus. Orin didn’t understand much of what went on after that, cowering in his shelter as the world turned on its ear days later. Trade had slacked off slowly, and his customers had the look of death about them, eyes sullen and dark, voices low and guarded. He heard that there was a new city on the eastern side of Midgar. He’d also heard about the disease creeping over the city, affecting all, but concentrating on the children. Hell of a start for a city, he’d thought.

As much as he wanted the business, Orin wasn’t sure he wanted to do trade with the ones browsing his shop now. Had the General left sons behind? Anything was possible. Perhaps ShinRa had grown them in their damned Mako tanks. He eyed his customers from under his brows, hoping his scrutiny went unnoticed.

Kadaj chuckled under his breath. He, Yazoo, and Loz could smell the fear rolling off of the man at the counter. If he’d wanted to attract attention, he might have allowed Loz to play with the old one for a bit, but he didn’t. The right time would come to beckon ShinRa’s notice, but it was not now. Not yet. While the old man might not forget them, Kadaj didn’t want to hazard any outstanding notoriety. Cunning and stealth would serve the brothers better.

Kadaj and Yazoo shopped swiftly, the youngest brother making Loz put back half of the sweets he’d loaded into the blue basket. Loz pouted, but did not cry. Yazoo only had to smile in that gentle way of his to make the middle one smile too, though his expression was closer to that of an over-eager puppy. Kadaj, satisfied with the supplies they’d put together, sent his younger siblings outside. He waited now at the check out counter for the old man to register and bag his items. It had been easy enough for him to create the gil chip he handed to the man to pay for the groceries. The eldest of the triplets had no doubt that there was still gil waiting to be spent. If he was careful, ShinRa would never notice the theft.

The old man cleared his throat nervously.

“Sump’in goin’ on up at ShinRa?” Orin managed to ask.

Kadaj smiled, and Orin’s blood turned to ice inside of him. The young one’s Mako eyes held him frozen, his hand outstretched, waiting for his payment.

“Not that I know of.” Kadaj answered slyly. “Why would you ask?”

Stupid, Orin, the old man thought, mentally kicking himself. You should have kept your mouth shut!

“Uh, you’re wearin’ Soldier gear, ain’t ya?” Orin stuttered.

Kadaj’s smile grew sharper. He held his amusement as the old one visibly cringed.

“This?” He asked him. “It’s Gyro wear, old man. Nothing more.”

Orin gave a sick smile in response, and held his breath until Kadaj was in the parking lot. Orin was closing up and going home. Ain’t none of his business if ShinRa were up to their old shit.

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The ShinRa complex was home to them, and the triplets rode there, stretching the limits of their skill with the Gyrobikes. They wove back and forth across the black highway, the sun setting at their backs. Loz was popping wheelies while Yazoo rode right under his front tires. Kadaj joined in the game, unworried that one of them would lose control. He and his brothers were riders of exceptional skill. The ride seemed to end too soon, especially for Loz, and the three parked their Gyro’s back at the motor pool and unloaded their supplies.

Kadaj led the way toward the Soldier living quarters, a building set apart a little way from the rest of the complex. Once again, he was gambling that it would serve his needs, and was pleased to find it still intact. Here they would find rooms for themselves, baths and showers, kitchens, and gyms to work out in. The building that housed the nursery was nearby too, though after tomorrow it wouldn’t matter any more. The siblings picked out their rooms, but were soon back together, boisterously cooking their first meal. It was secretly decided between Kadaj and Yazoo that Loz would not be allowed in the kitchen to make anything more complicated than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When he dropped the dishes he was carrying to one of the long tables, Kadaj sent him to the baths to make sure they were up and running. Loz complained under his breath, but he went. An order was an order after all. Besides, he wanted a clean bathing area as much as his brothers did.

They dined that night on rice and vegetables, washing it down with sake they’d found stored away. Loz was talking endlessly about anything that flew into his head, how much he loved the gyro-bike, and how he couldn’t wait to use the Dual Hounds. It hadn’t taken him long to name his weapon. Kadaj joked that he wanted to make sure to take the stunner off before hitting the baths. Loz seemed hurt until Yazoo smiled at him, enjoying the jest, and making Loz enjoy it too.

The baths were their next order of business. Yazoo could still feel the residue of the oxyfluid on his skin, and it made his hair dull and lank. Kadaj wanted a place to relax, and Loz wanted a good swim. He had so much energy to burn. Kadaj found refuge in one corner of the large bathing pool, in an area where the water wasn’t very deep, but was hot enough to make him relax his tensed muscles. Yazoo was squatting under the shower, washing his hair in a meticulous fashion, and scrubbing his slight body of the Oxyfluid. Loz dove into the deep end of the bathing pool and began swimming laps.

When the youngest brother finally felt clean, he joined his siblings in the steaming water, his breath escaping as a sigh as he eased himself into the bath. There was something in the back of his mind that also seemed to affect his outer body. He watched Kadaj bathing himself, and grew aroused at the sight. Yazoo was thought turned to deed when he sidled up to his oldest brother and began massaging his back. He heard his elder brother’s sigh of contentment, and felt the muscles that he kneaded begin to loosen. His brother’s body was smooth and hard, and the youngest wanted so very much to explore Kadaj further. He let his hands roam all over Kadaj’s beautiful body, slipping around to hug him, and trace the outline of his abdomen. Kadaj sighed, and that was enough encouragement for Yazoo.

The youngest brother placed himself before the eldest and gently cupped his face. Loz had paused in his laps curious as to what Yazoo and Kadaj were up to. When Yazoo placed his lips upon Kadaj’s, Loz grew excited, and swam over to his siblings to join in the game. The younger of the triplets could feel the eldest’s arousal against his leg as he kissed him, his slender arms wrapped around him in a tender embrace. Kadaj hummed against Yazoo’s mouth, then he flicked his tongue on the younger one’s lips. Yazoo sighed this time. Kadaj broke the kiss and crooked a finger at Loz, beckoning him into the embrace that he was sharing with Yazoo. The middle brother obeyed the command and happily found his older brother’s insistent lips upon his the instant he was near enough. Yazoo nuzzled the back of Loz’s neck as Kadaj drew his brother closer, bringing their bodies together.

Kadaj lightly touched Loz’s erection just as Yazoo pressed a tiny forefinger against his opening. Loz gasped into Kadaj's kiss, and reached out to return the caress on his elder brother’s member. Kadaj drove his tongue into Loz’s mouth harder when the younger sibling took hold of him. The middle brother’s response was just as heated as the youngest one worked first one finger, then two, then three into his virgin opening. Kadaj stood up in the shallow end of the bathing pool, so that his erection was above the water. With a forceful hand on the back of Loz’s head, he guided him down toward his pulsing member.

“Wrap your lips around me, Loz.” Kadaj commanded softly.

Before he complied, Loz had one question.

“Aren’t we supposed to have a woman for this?” He asked.

“What’s the matter, Loz?” Yazoo purred. “Aren’t we good enough?”

“Yes,” Loz breathed, “of course. I just wanted to know if I was right.”

“A woman would serve just as well,” Kadaj allowed, “but I don’t see any around, do you?”

“No Kadaj.” Loz conceded.

“Then follow orders like a good Soldier, and take me into your mouth.” Kadaj ordered once more.

Loz obeyed at once. Yazoo had found the secret sweet spot within his older brother’s channel and began pumping his fingers in and out of Loz’s anus. The middle brother moaned as his two siblings continued to molest him. Kadaj slowly bucked his hips, rocking in a gentle rhythm while Loz tongued his shaft. Yazoo abruptly removed his fingers, causing Loz to groan around Kadaj’s erection.

“Are you ready?” Yazoo asked in a husky, near whisper.

Loz did nothing more than nod, unwilling to let go of Kadaj’s cock. He felt the velvet head of his younger brother’s hard organ against the hole where his fingers had been. He pushed back against him, wanting to be filled once more. Yazoo began to gently work himself into the warm sheath of Loz’s opening. Loz hummed with contentment, the vibration drawing a moan out of Kadaj. He had his fingers buried in Loz’s short silver hair, but didn’t force any movement on him. The younger one was doing just fine without Kadaj’s guidance. Loz was deep throating his older brother, swallowing each time the head of Kadaj’s penis penetrated his throat.

The feeling Loz had was one of fulfillment. Yazoo had finally pushed himself all the way into Loz. Bending over his older brother’s back, he took hold of the man’s neglected organ and began to stroke it in time with his slow thrusts. Yazoo laid his cheek on Loz’s back, feeling him shudder with each thrust and stroke. The youngest of the triplets moaned as he fucked his older brother, his cock embedded in a tight warmth that he’d never imagined. He didn’t even understand why he’d begun this exploration into the senses. It didn’t matter. He never wanted it to stop.

Loz was almost to the point of sensory overload. His erection began to twitch violently in Yazoo’s hand. A white heat spread over his body and a heavy feeling began to overwhelm him. His vision went blank as he exploded, his seed shooting out into the hot bathwater. Loz steadied himself with one hand on Kadaj’s hip. He lovingly cupped his older brother’s balls, squeezing them gently in cadence with Yazoo’s thrusts from behind, and his own motions on Kadaj’s erection.

Yazoo felt the rings of muscle surrounding his cock contract sharply as Loz lost himself to his first orgasm. The youngest of the triplets could not contain his voice, and moaned loudly as he experienced his first release as well. His cries of delight were of pure passion and rang like music in his sibling’s ears. He held Loz tightly as his older brother continued to suckle the eldest’s manhood.

At last, Kadaj let his cum shoot into the back of Loz’s throat. The middle brother swallowed it down, loving the salty taste of Kadaj’s essence. It was a long moment before anyone moved. Loz raised himself up to Kadaj’s chest. As he moved, Yazoo slipped out of him, but stayed close to sandwich Loz between himself and Kadaj. Near exhaustion and sated for the time being, they kissed each other tenderly as they let the afterglow of their first sexual experience wash over them. Instead of retiring to their separate bedrooms, they piled on Kadaj’s big bed. They fell asleep entwined around each other, blissful and angelic in repose.