In truth, as I reemerged from Blaine's mind, I felt absolutely sickened. I had never been traumatized in such a way before, so of course I couldn't have known how much he had actually suffered mentally and emotionally from that day.

I was astonished and horrified by his dreams—nightmares, to be frank. And I saw how Blaine portrayed Matteo of that time. Matteo was like a monster, pounding his fists and refusing to listen to reason. But I could see the real Matteo in Blaine's memory because I know what he went through. Matteo himself was caught in his own traumatic past with no means to escape.

If only I had done something earlier.

I stroked Blaine's cheek and smiled sadly, then curled down and hugged him as I returned time to normal. Their cries of pleasure echoed in my ears and I grunted as Blaine thrust deeper than before.

"Fuck, that felt amazing." breathed Blaine, petting my hair. "I might be a switch from now on, Mon, Anwyll."

I chuckled. "That's good. Do you want to top Day while he tops me now?"

Damon whined, "I don't know if that's a good idea..."

"Why," teased Blaine, "do you think you might get addicted?"

Damon blushed. "M-maybe."

I crawled off Blaine so he could easily get to Damon, who tugged our angel down so they could kiss. I rubbed my face, even though I knew that wouldn't get rid of the heat in my cheeks.

Blaine grunted as he tried to sit up. "Well, unfortunately, I don't think I can participate any more with that today. That hurt more than I expected it would, despite the pleasure I felt earlier. Holy shit, that hurts..." he breathed, laying back down.

Damon went to apologize and Blaine shushed him. "It's a welcome pain, Mon. It proves that we connected. And no matter how much you prepared me, my lower back and ass would still have hurt the first time." murmured Blaine, then muttered something under his breath.

Damon quickly glanced at me and I subtly dipped my head. Damon was relieved and so was I. Now Blaine could move on with his life. But Damon's memories had to be dealt with.

I turned around and lowered my chest to the bed, lifting my tail and flopping it over my back. Blaine whistled when he saw my invitation to Damon.

"A-Anwyll?"

I blushed and twisted to look at Damon's blushing face. "Your turn, Day. I might be a bit loose, but—agh!"

Damon had walked over on his knees, gripped the left side of my waist and pressed his cock in with his right hand. His swift thrust in had elicited the choked moan to burst free from my lips.

I panted and trembled as Damon's right hand gripped my right hip. He moved us towards Blaine. His green and brown eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Damon roughly pound into me.

Damon grunted and his wings fluttered, his halo turning pink as I looked back at him and reached for him with my right hand. My left hand was being held firmly by Blaine. Damon leaned over my back and pressed his right hand on top of mine, locking his fingers with mine.

My voice twisted and raised in pitch as I got closer to my peak. Damon backed off and I whimpered softly, then looked at Blaine's crimson gaze.

"Blaine?"

Blaine smirked. "Mon, move Anwyll for me so that his head is right here." he remarked, pointing at his cock. It was up and raring to go.

My face burned when I was positioned to have Blaine's erection press against my face. I took a deep breath in to steady my heart and got a whiff of Blaine's musk. My tail wiggled when I lapped along the curve of my lover's length, then mewled as my lips wrapped around the tip. My core tightened and I tensed when I felt Damon's hesitant fingers wrap around the base of my tail.

"Ngh," grunted Damon, sinking deeper inside me when I relaxed again. "You feel really good, Anwyll."

"Did he clamp down on you, Mon?"

"Mmhm," hummed Damon, stroking his thumb around my tail base. I tensed up and clamped down again with a muffled moan in my throat since my mouth was busy.

Blaine groaned under his breath when my verbal response to pleasure vibrated around his cock. Damon reached around and caught my tiny length between his fingers. I gasped just as Blaine's fingers curled over my nape, so I looked at him with a curious expression. He licked his lips, his fangs visible as he smirked at me. My blush deepened.

"Yes, Anwyll?" he asked, knowing I couldn't say anything.

I shivered and turned my head again, then balked when Blaine pulled my face closer to his pelvis. He chuckled when I peered at him with wide eyes.

"How does it feel, Anwyll? To be controlled?"

My body heated, which made Damon groan. His grip tightened on my hips as my tail twitched and I tightened around him even more. Damon kept thrusting slowly, seeming to savor every moment that I sucked him in and almost refused to let him out. Honestly, it was weirdly addicting because it was an unusual pace for sex with my beloveds. It felt good—really good.

When I peeked at my angel Emerged, Damon had his eyes closed as his wings fluttered. His blissful expression was stunning. He looked so happy, which made my heart pound. Undoubtably, Blaine had noticed that exchange and smiled at me when he carefully drew his hips back.

"Focus on him, Anwyll."

I nodded, but I pressed my lips to his tip and his lightly tanned skin flushed. He tensed and I jerked back when warm seed painted my face a moment later. Blaine panted, then chuckled when I turned my head to kiss his wrist.

"Thank you."

"I love you, Blaine." I whispered, then made a soft noise of surprise when he pulled me away from Damon to kiss me. Just as soon as our lips met for a searing kiss, Damon noticed what was going on.

Damon's wings snapped out and he angrily grabbed me, pulling my form away from our Emerged incubus lover. Damon held my stunned self in his arms while Blaine was just as shocked.

"Mon?"

"Day?"

Damon blinked when he heard us say our nicknames for him. "Wh-what?"

"You went all alpha male and ripped Anwyll away from me." stated Blaine, soft laughter on his lips. "Were you feeling that amazing?"

"Y-yeah," murmured Damon, then blushed as he tucked his nose down against my shoulder. "You felt good, Laine, but Anwyll is..."

Blaine smirked. "Oh, I know. He's so ridiculously wet, too."

"Blaine!" I exclaimed, my face fire engine-red now. "Don't talk like I'm not here."

"Oh, so you want me to gossip about your sexy self in throes of pleasure when you're not around?"

"Blaine!" I screeched, then Damon began to giggle. I pouted for a few seconds while my lovers laughed, but I reached up and patted Damon's head. "I've been feeling really wonderful too, Day, so don't mind Blaine's teasing."

Damon nosed my neck and lightly nipped the left side of it. I shivered and rubbed my thighs together, but Damon slid my legs over his thighs and exposed me to Blaine again. I panted and moaned, squirming against our angel when Damon teased my nipples and tugged on my cock. He kept bending it down away from my body. My tail twitched and swished on the bed on our right, but it was left alone this time.

"Put my cock inside you, Anwyll." whispered Damon, nipping my left wolf ear.

I writhed but tried to keep my legs open for Blaine's viewing pleasure. With my left hand securely cupping the back of Damon's neck, I reached down with my right hand and carefully wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Damon shuddered and bit down on my nape just as he pulled my cock away from my pelvis, which elicited an unsurprising action.

I came with a shuddering cry, my small load hitting Blaine on the face. He was quick to clean his face, though, because he was refueling. Damon kept rubbing my tip to make me squirm and whine, but my cock was still hard. That wasn't enough for it, apparently.

Blaine dragged himself closer and began to lick my cock as I pressed Damon's tip to my messy entrance. I gasped and bucked my hips, then Damon's arms tightened around my midsection as my angel's length went deeper than before.

"O-oh, fu..." trailed off Damon, flapping his wings for a few seconds to resettle himself. He breathed deeply a few times, then relaxed again. "D-did that hurt, Anwyll?"

"Nope," I breathed, shaking my head. "That was a great start."

Blaine chuckled at that, then took my length into his mouth and swirled his tongue over every inch of it. I held onto Damon and tried to help him out with the thrusts, but he was dead set on doing it slowly. I tilted my head back on Damon's shoulder and released a low howl of pleasure while Damon slowly made love to me.

"I love you, Anwyll." he murmured, hugging me tightly. "I love you so much. Much more than I ever imagined was possible from the first day I met you."

I blushed. "I love you too, Day. I love you so much, too. I was so happy to get a big family that day as well. And even though you may not have loved me at first sight, I wanted to be able to provide love for you—a safe place for you and Blaine with me."

Damon hugged my form a bit tighter, his movements getting jerkier. "Yes, so please do it, Anwyll!" he whispered fiercely, so I did it in that moment.

I slowed time, picked through his brain, sealed and removed the bad memories surrounding Blaine's rape, then backed out of his mind in time for the climax. Blaine swallowed my release and Damon muffled my cry of pleasure with his lips. He panted against my shoulder as he pulled his limp shaft free of my sopping wet hole, but brushed his fingers over the latter as if to remind him of something.

"How do we all feel?" I asked with a soft laugh, my tail wagging on the bed. "I feel sore, tired, and empty, but also very happy and satisfied."

Blaine grinned. "I concur with Anwyll's statement."

"Me too, on everything but the empty part." mumbled Damon, rubbing his lower back. "Who knew being a top would be so painful?"

"It's like muscle-training, Mon. It's going to hurt if you're not used to moving like that."

Damon pouted and flopped down next to Blaine and me, so I followed suit and snuggled in between them. They both hugged my form tightly, curling their arms around me and rubbing our legs together. I cooed and kissed their chins, then heard them peck their lips. I beamed and snuggled in.

"I love you both, Day, Blaine." I said softly.

"I love you too, Anwyll." replied Blaine and Damon, almost in sync.

I giggled and my tail thumped hard against the bed, which made my lovers laugh.

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A couple hours later after a nap, more cuddle time and lots of kisses, and even after a few different phone games, I left Blaine and Damon in Blaine's room to go to Matteo's room. Unlike before, Blaine smiled brightly and told me to say hello to him. It was almost unsettling, but it was too late now. I would have to get used to that.

I took a deep breath in and lifted my knuckles to the door to knock, but the door opened just before my knuckles made contact. I looked up at Matteo with a sad expression. He was an absolute mess—on the verge of a mental and emotional breakdown.

"May I come inside, Mattie?"

Matteo nodded mutely, unable to utter a word as he stepped back to let me inside his room. As I stepped in, my feet hit clothes and other items piled up on the floor. Matteo's hair looked like he had been raking his fingers through his loose curls more times than I could count on my hands. His navy-blue eyes were dark and his expression was hollow.

As he shut the door, Matteo rested his forehead on it. "Master, i-is it done?" he asked in a crackly voice.

"Yes," I said softly, picking up his clothes. "Both Blaine and Damon no longer have memories of your crime."

"Okay," replied Matteo, then pushed off the door and turned around.

I glanced over the pile of clothes in my arms to see Matteo's expression of need for attention, affection, and reassurance. I used my magic to restore Matteo's room to what it was before and sat down on the end of my bull's bed. I lightly patted my knees, which made Matteo plod over to me and carefully move onto his own knees.

"Place your hands on either side of me on the bed, Mattie."

Matteo did as told without a word, but he was a bit stunned when I placed my legs over his shoulders. I patted my tummy and smiled at him.

"Put your head here, Mattie." I told him, pushing my fingers into his dark locks as he did as told.

Matteo snuggled in and let out a soft breath of relief as soon as he was comfortable. We did move around a bit to make it easier on both of us, but Matteo's head was still on my tummy and we were both happier. I petted his dark brown locks and knew that Matteo would shower later, but with me this time.

"Mattie, I love you. I won't leave you, my precious bull. It's going to be hard for a long time, but you've done your best so far and I know things will get easier." I said softly, stroking my fingers over his exposed cheek. His soft sigh was soothing.

"I love you too, Master Anwyll." replied Matteo, nosing my tummy. "It's hard to forgive myself for what I did, even knowing how unforgivable it would be to others. There's so many things I could have done to prevent what happened—like seek therapy for my traumatic past, firmly turn down Blaine, and several others."

"But you didn't do it."

Matteo bit his bottom lip as it began to tremble. "N-no, I never did one thing. I was arrogant and prideful, believing I could take care of myself and never rely on anyone, since I saw it as a weakness, which eventually turned into a habit."

I slowly exhaled and nodded in agreement, even though Matteo wasn't currently looking at me or anything else right now. I rubbed Matteo's scalp and gripped his nape, then stroked my right thumb across my bull's left cheek again.

"Yes, and you should still seek therapy, Matteo. I cannot heal everything, but I want you to know that I love you and I will be with you every step of the way."

"Every step?" he murmured, then looked up at me. His navy-blue eyes were filled with hope as I cupped his cheeks and met his watery gaze. "How can you promise that, Master? All of your family loves you and I—!"

I placed one finger on his lips. "Mattie, this is our family. Everyone that still remembers what happened knows that you have changed. You're the not the same person you were months ago." I said softly, pushing my hands into his hair.

Matteo pressed his face to my tummy again and nuzzled it, then sighed softly. "So are you saying that they love me, too?"

"I can't speak on their behalf, Mattie, but I do know they care about you."

"All right," assented Matteo, then tilted his head back again. "But how can you promise me that you'll be with me?"

"Because I will. Even if I might not be there with you in person, I will be in here and here." I stated, tapping his forehead and sliding my hand underneath him to tap his heart.

Matteo shivered. "How will you be in my head, Master?"

"Like this," I said in a soft croon.

The sudden telepathic connection made Matteo blink. "Oh," he whispered, then smiled happily. "Thank you, Master."

"It's a two-way connection, Mattie. Just call out to me in your mind if you need help or you need comfort and affection. I'm more than happy to provide those at any time!"

Matteo chuckled and sat back on his feet, then looked at my knees. He pressed his lips on my right one and turned his head. His bottom lip trembled the moment his left cheek rested against my right thigh. Tears gathered on Matteo's eyelashes, which made my heart ache and my eyes burn with my own tears.

I gently eased him back and knelt on the floor between his thighs. Matteo quickly curled his arms around my form and tucked his nose against my neck. I hugged his neck and shoulders as tightly as I could, listening to my tortured bull cry his heart out in muffled sobs against my neck. I let my own silent tears fall. But this was another good step for Matteo. Both he and I knew it, too.