Page 33 of A Kingdom of Pleasure and Torment

My most intimate part clenches and I almost moan aloud. I’ve experienced the vines. Luthian has used all manner of wicked objects in me. But this is completely new, and I do desire Firo. Who would not? His skin like smoke-stained amber, the hard-etched lines of his lean body, the smoldering fire in his faery eyes.

“First, though, a treat for my lovely honey flower.” Luthian points to the floor beside the tub. “Firo. On your knees.”

When Firo steps closer, I see clearer that the sheen on his body is not oil, but drying sweat. I want to taste it. But I wasn’t given permission to leave the tub, so I recline against the tall back and rest my arms on the sides. Even the slightest movement shifts the pearls all around me; a few slip between my folds to meet my own pearl, hard and insistent, nestled in its slick setting.

Luthian touches the head of his cock to Firo’s lips. “Open.”

Firo obeys. They’re close enough that I miss no detail. The slippery shine of Firo’s saliva on Luthian’s blue-flushed skin. The pink of Firo’s tongue darting out below Luthian’s shaft in a movement that makes my Guardian’s back go straight, his eyes pinch.

“He is exceptionally skilled,” Luthian tells me when he finds himself again. “But you knew that.”

“Yes, Guardian.” I knew it well, for Luthian had once bound my legs open wide for Firo to feast between them until I screamed and begged for the pleasure to stop.

With a deep, shuddering inhale, Luthian tips his head back and surrenders to that singular talent, but moans, “Touch yourself, Cenere.”

I scoop up a handful of the pearls and let them fall over my exposed breasts, shivering as they roll down. I take another and this time use the flat of my hand to rub them over my skin, as if soaping myself in a real bath. I do this again and again, while Luthian and Firo both steal glances. I smooth another handful over my throat, down again to play against my taut nipples. I writhe my hips beneath the surface, and the pearls at my center roll and gently pinch my labia and clit.

“Put them inside,” Luthian commands, as if he sees what’s happening beneath my legs.

I work my hand into the mass of spheres and sweep a handful to my core, where I ache with emptiness. It’s more unbearable now that I know I’ll be filled by the long, hard length of Firo’s cock. When I push the first of the pearls into my cunt, I clench down, thinking of how Firo’s cum will feel leaking out of me as I lie, spent, in my bed. I shove in more, and more, until it seems impossible that another will fit. Then, I push my finger inside.

I gasp.

Luthian’s mouth bends in an approving smile, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “Make yourself come, honey flower.”

My other hand joins its twin, stroking my clit while the pearls inside me roll with every pump of my finger, teasing my inner walls. Now and then, a few slip from me, coated in my juices, and I push more into their place. I rock my hips and the pearls all around me move, caressing me with phantom hands. I slide down, draw up my knees and let them fall wide apart. The pearls aren’t enough; I crave Firo’s cock, now that I know I’ll have it. I push my finger deeper and another joins it, displacing more of the beads inside. My clit withdraws beneath my touch, my cunt clutches, body straining toward my impending release. I cry out at the pleasure, at the decadence of it all, and Luthian growls low his throat.

Pulling free from Firo’s mouth, Luthian turns and finishes himself with a few swift strokes of his own fist, erupting over my upturned face, my heaving breasts, my open mouth. He scoops up some of the pearls and rubs them into the puddles on my skin as I swallow his seed with a grateful smile. With a flick of his hand, the pearls melt, leaving me coated in an impossible amount of cum. For a moment, I’m stunned into silence, until a laugh burbles up my throat.

Luthian reaches into the silky fluid and finds my center. The pearls there have vanished, too, and he pushes his fingers in. I squeeze down on him, and the corner of his mouth lifts in amusement. “I think he’s waited long enough, Cenere. It’s time for Firo to have you.”

Luthian takes my hand to help me up. He doesn’t offer me a towel or to clean up any of the mess he’s made; slippery footprints trail me all the way to my bed, which I don’t care to lie on in this state.

I’ve done messier things in my time with them, I suppose, though I don’t relish the idea of sleeping in stiff, dried sheets.

Luthian doesn’t pull back the coverlet, which makes it a bit better. I slide across the silk with a giggle. The fluid on my skin hasn’t dried at all. Too bad it isn’t the ogre cum, I think. I quite enjoyed that.

I lie back and wait, watching the rise and jerking fall of Firo’s chest.

“I apologize for the mess she’s making,” Luthian tells him. “I just couldn’t bear to let you bathe her in yours without doing it first.”

I doubt that Firo’s raging, straining cock is too troubled by the thought. If anything, it flushes even darker.

“Come on, then.” Luthian opens my legs for Firo. “Hop in.”

Chapter Fourteen

As if unleashed, Firo is on me before I see him move. Faeries are fast, I’ve learned, when they wish to be. There is no art in his fucking. He merely wishes to spend. Having endured the talents of Luthian’s “pet,” I assume the denial was torturous. Firo plunges into me without hesitation, sobbing aloud in relief as he sinks in to the root.

“Wrap your legs around him,” Luthian instructs me. “You won’t hurt his wings. He’ll move them.”

I tentatively lift one knee back, and Firo’s wings unfurl over us in an autumn-colored canopy nearly as wide as the one over the bed. Emboldened, I lift my other leg around his waist. It changes the fit of him against me, brings him tighter to me, and I gasp. It’s so different, feeling another body atop mine, lying between my legs and inside of me. My skin prickles with anticipation everywhere it touches his. I find I must put my arms around his shoulders, too, and cling to him, pressing all of his flesh against mine.

Firo’s hips move to withdraw, and he plunges in again before Luthian can stop him with a sternly barked, “I haven’t given you permission to fuck her. Only to enter her!”

Sweat drips from Firo’s brow with the agony of his restraint. “Please. I can’t take anymore. I have to come.”

It’s unfair of me, but I intentionally ripple my muscles around him and giggle at his groan. Perhaps I can make him spend without him ever having to move. How disappointing that would be, I imagine.

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