Page 92 of The Salvation

“Kyan. Shadow...” Merikh pauses, deepening his hooded eyes upon his partner, who nods once in return as if they’re sharing some secret I don’t know. “Her mouth.”

“But where will you?—”

Merikh interrupts me with another fierce kiss, but he stands, moving out of the way. Mayce shifts me, settling himself beneath me and pulling me down until his tattooed cock divides my ass seam. I whimper as his vines twist and curl all around my hips to anchor me to him while spreading my thighs wide, preparing me for Drago. I love how I’m nearly lying down, but I’m in the perfect position for all four of my monstrous boys to take me.

When Merikh breaks from my mouth, he hovers there to say, “I’ll be taking that sweet valley between the dove tits I love so much, Quintessa. You’re already covered in my blood. Now, you’ll wear my cum,” he finalizes with a growl.

Eyes wide, I flick my gaze to Drago, who settles between my knees with a bestial smile befitting a dragon. All his raw, intense power prepared to batter me into the next world as he once did.

“Are you ready to take us all, my sweet pet? Ready to be our dirty good girl and take all our fat fucking cocks?” he growls, louder and more gravelly than Merikh, though not as deep. Smoke emanates from his nostrils. Flames crackle along his body as more scales break through. “You’ll be filthy with our cum tonight. Our gorgeous, filthy slut of a queen.” He unleashes his second cock from its hidden seam.

“Try not to kill me this time,” I brat at him.

He chuckles darkly right before bumping the heads of his cocks against my pubic lips. “So fucking wet for us already, Tessie?”

“Her ass is so tight.” I lurch, wincing from Mayce’s finger probing to the knuckle. “Time for my plugs again since Merikh has neglected them.” He snickers, but Merikh bares his fangs in an empty ‘bite me’ threat.

When Kyan’s golden wings glimmer in my vision, panic jolts through me, even though a back corner of my mind tells me I shouldn’t worry. But—“Where is she? Where’s Aislynn?”

Kyan takes my chin in his hand, tilting up my jaw. “Calm your feathers, Quinny. She’s perfectly safe.” He winks at me before the indigo swells to a Stygian darkness.

“Shadow?” I whisper, locking onto his gaze.

He nods. “Safe, spirit moth. She is safe...and close. Let us have our queen, and then, we will see the princess together.”

I nod, not about to argue with the angel who is part demon/part oracle. Instead, I surrender to the heat thrashing through me. I surrender to my monstrous boys.

While Mayce penetrates my dark hole with his well-oiled cock, Drago pumps softly before growing impatient. He rocks forward, both crowns thrusting inside, burning and stretching the flesh. Always ready to combust me, explode me with his flames. And Mayce is the grounding earth filling me with mad pressure ready to seize me like an earthquake.

“Fuck, Tessie!” Drago rumbles against me. “So damn tight. Think you can take my scales, too?” he chuckles right before those scales flare inside me, and I wail from the friction.

“Gods, Drago,Ican feel those fucking things,” Mayce interjects, and they both throb.

“Her fault for being so sweet and sloppy.” Drago purrs, rubbing his lips along the side of my head, roaming them to the corner of my mouth.

Through tears, I stare at his eyes like emeralds on fire. Only to register how Kyan and Merikh aren’t touching me. When I flick my gaze to them, a smile tugs at my lips. They’ve taken a moment to engage in their own preparation, reuniting now that Merikh’s curse has ended. Envy nearly stabs at me when I consider the closeness of their history, how deep they still run.

But earth and thunder retreat, then thrust back into me, rocking me again. “Oh, savage gods!” I cry out from the pressure and momentum, but my cry intensifies from Mayce’s dastardly vines twining around my clit, swiping it back and forth.

Mayce skates my hair onto my back, so he may breathe against my ear. “Like that, my Rose? Like my vines working your plump little nub while Drago’s fat girths fill every inch of your wet quim?”

“Leave the dirty talk to me,” Drago growls possessively while he licks his lips, eyes on my breasts.

More heat surges into me because he doesn’t touch them—because he respects Merikh. And Merikh owns them tonight.

As I look down at where the three of us are joined—their enormous lengths inflaming all my flesh and my folds sucking Drago’s cocks—my inner muscles spasm. I’m so close to catapulting into an orgasm.

Until the blood perishes, yanking me back from the precipice.

“No coming until I say, little dove,” growls Merikh, his shadow towering over me now, his immense black wings spanning the crypt, darkening it all the more.

I whimper, my body lost in the throes of pleasure, but my soul bound to the tether of his eyes, the windows to his soul. One jerk of his chin to Kyan, and the angel lowers himself to me on my right side, pulsating the tip of his cock against my lips—a hint of his impending vibration.

“Come now, Quinny,” Kyan bids me with that knowing smirk. “Open those pretty lips and take me deep into your tight little throat.”

Erotic pressure grows in my belly as Drago and Mayce pick up their rhythm. I gladly suck his crown into my mouth, sealing my lips around the velvet-hard sinew of his cock, breathing in his salty, masculine scent. I love how his feathers bulge and tighten in response to my sucking his cock.

Knuckles draping upon the swell of my breast distracts me. With few other options, I flick my eyes to Merikh. He locks onto mine, but I can’t help but glimpse at him fisting his cock. Unchecked heat radiates in my pussy.

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