Page 8 of Twisted Bonds

Sunder hums thoughtfully as his hands wander across my body, soaping my shoulders and neck before working into a full back massage in the steamy water. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. My heart swells at the care they often give me, treating me with such love and attention. I’ve never felt loved like this before. The way he washes my dirty skin and rubs my aching muscles. A renewed sense of warmth spreads through my chest.

I whisper my thanks, sinking back to lean against him once more. My mind spins with possibilities. “Maybe we could use it to our advantage somehow.”

Sunder’s eyes light up at the idea. He leans down to kiss me, his lips lingering against the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet. “For now, let us enjoy this newfound privacy and luxury.”

A mischievous smile dances on my lips as I shift between his legs, pressing myself against his obvious arousal. The steam from the bath fills the air as we lose ourselves in each other’s embrace, the worries of the outside world fading into nothingness. Time slips by as the water cools.

I stretch, stifling a half-fake yawn. My breasts peek up out of the water, bubbles covering them even as my nipples pucker in the cooler air. Bobble’s eyes catch on them, and his throat works. “Ready for bed?”

I nod, thinking silently to myself, More like ready to bed.

I shriek as Sunder lifts me up out of the tub. “Third. Grab a towel.”

Seconds later, I’m bundled into a warm, soft towel. Bobble carefully dries me, moving the towel over my body before he lays me gently on the enormous bed where Sunder already waits for me. Like a gift presented to a king. My grin stretches wide as his gaze devours me.

Bobble watches as Sunder peppers kisses down my chest. In a single fluid gesture, he grabs my hips hard, swinging me on top of him, and pulls me until I’m sitting on his face. I grab the headboard and moan as his tongue dips inside me.

“First,” Bobble breathes, climbing onto the bed and eyeing Sunder’s thick erection as it bobs with his every movement.

“Yes?” Sunder’s reply is muffled between my thighs. The vibrations tug another heady moan from me, and he dives back in, licking me as I ride his tongue in search of my release.

“I love to give,” Bobble murmurs. His eyes flick up at Sunder, and the flutter rolls deep in my belly.

Is he going to do it? My heart races as I watch him and Sunder, knowing that their feelings for each other go beyond just sharing a soul even if they don’t yet. I eagerly anticipate Sunder’s next move. He seems to be in the same state of anticipation, eyes darting over to Bobble who is kneeling by his bedside. His mind is working overtime. At last, he breaks the silence and speaks. “Then you may give me your mouth.”

I swallow thickly, trying to watch over my shoulder while my focus is narrowly pointed at the way Sunder’s tongue moves against me.

On his knees, Bobble crawls over to us until his lips hover just over Sunder’s hard cock. I see them part eagerly, see the moment where his tongue sneaks out to lap the dripping tip of Sunder’s erection.

Then Sunder slides his tongue up my slit with a deep growl, and I turn back to face him. Beneath me, he grunts in pleasure, and I’m not sure if it’s from me, or if it’s from Bobble sucking his cock.

I throw my head back as Sunder’s pace picks up. Behind me, I occasionally look back to glimpse Bobble as he worships Sunder’s hard member with care and dedication.

If the grunts and shudders from Sunder are any sign, I’d say Bobble does, in fact, give one hell of a blowie.

Sunder’s hands travel up my ribs. His big palms move to frame my breasts, and his fingers pluck at my nipples. His tongue works me, massaging my clit in big circles while occasionally traveling back to lap up the moisture that’s dripping down my thighs.

I’m close.

I’m so close.

Sunder stills, allowing me to ride his mouth and seek my pleasure. And I scream, moaning and writhing as the waves crash into me. Through me. All the tension in my body releasing in quick pulses as my hips slow, too sensitive to keep moving. Sunder’s eyes darken as he meets my gaze.

“Stop, Third,” he mutters. “That feels too good.”

Sunder lifts me again, this time placing me on hands and knees in front of him. I throw my head back, eager for my body to stretch and open for him. The pressure inside of being filled is too delicious.

But then Sunder moves aside, grabbing Bobble and positioning him at my entrance.

“You may fuck the Vessel now, Third.” Giving permission to take me like he owns my body is something I never would have thought that I’d like, but I really do. Something about being his. Being theirs speaks to my secret self, the one I always hid in previous relationships. The desire and trust in someone enough to allow them to own and use me.

“Yes, sir,” Bobble breathes.

Then he pushes inside me easily. The moisture from earlier is plenty to accommodate his thick girth as he strains my walls. I moan as I take him, my head hanging low as I focus on the pleasant stretch that I associate with the fae shifter. He seats himself inside me completely and stills, allowing me to adjust to the feeling of him in my deepest parts.

“Mira,” Sunder rumbles. “Open your eyes.”

I lift my head to allow room for him, the tip of his cock pressing against my lips. Moaning, I eagerly take Sunder in my mouth. I love sliding my tongue down his silky cock as I accept as much of him as I can take.

---