Page 67 of The Sorcerer of Shadowholde

Renatus would be more than happy to watch us together.

The memory of her words echoed through Vita, arousal building in her core. She turned to Renatus, still in his chair with that amused smile on his face, the gratification of being watched and lusted after tingling every nerve.

“You taste so good, my dear.”

Aurora’s whisper against her cunt reclaimed Vita’s attention, as did the pulsations of the woman’s tongue against her clit. Her oral skills seemed innate, but Vita knew it had to have come from much practice, just like Verian’s. Practice that she might get to try herselfsomeday, the mere thought of her own tongue on another woman in that manner sending tension coiling in her stomach.

Suddenly, Aurora wrapped her lips around Vita’s clit and sucked lightly, forcing her back to arch and her eyes to roll. At the same time, her hand was snaking up Petran’s tree trunk of a thigh until she gripped the base of his length, barely wrapping her fingers around it.

Vita’s mouth actually started salivating, even as she felt her climax approach, the thought of that enormous cock inside her sending her right to the edge. Aurora’s talented tongue took her over it, pulsing hard on Vita’s clit as she writhed through her orgasm, slamming her eyes shut.

Moans turned to whimpers as the waves of climax slowed, her entire body releasing the pent up tension from dinner. When she opened her eyes, Aurora was gazing up at her, a sly smile curling her lips, still wet with Vita’s desire.

“Are you ready for him, dear?” she asked, still lazily thrusting her fingers over Petran’s stiff length, the man straining with need.

Vita nodded and Aurora positioned her, helping her up so she straddled his hips as before, the touch of bare skin already warming her again.

Petran grabbed her ass and lifted her in the air, Aurora gripping his length and notching the tip at Vita’s entrance. She whimpered in earnest now, her legs trembling as she awaited being filled.

“Do you want this, love?” Petran breathed, his lids heavy as he held her firm.

“Yes! Gods, yes! Please…” she cried, grabbing his shoulders for support as she writhed with need.

A gentle smile and he was lowering her onto his cock, slow and steady, letting her get accustomed to his size. Her eyes rolled and she tried to relax her muscles, her whole body quivering with the intrusion. When he was seated fully inside, he let her settle there for a moment and she slumped against him, bouncing herself gently.

It was all too much, too much and not enough, Vita resting her cheek on Petran’s chest while he kneaded her ass. Aurora was at herneck with gentle kisses and nibbles as she rocked against him, feeling his cock deep within her.

Tears blurred her vision from the missing piece and she focused on Renatus, his eyes ablaze with lust, a mound in his pants confirming his arousal.

“Are you alright?” Petran whispered, running a rough hand up her spine.

She cleared her throat, trying to focus through the haze of lust, the ruin of absence. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Without turning back to Petran, she gripped his shoulders, raising until just his tip notched her before bringing herself back down with a groan. He gripped her ass again, taking the cue and heaving her up and down on his cock, thrusting his hips up to meet her each time.

Vita refused to take her eyes off Renatus, even as Aurora slipped next to her and pressed her lips to Petran’s. Renatus didn’t drop his gaze either, taking in every inch of the scene in front of him as his eyes roved across the tangle of bodies.

Every thrust stole the breath from her lungs, a dull ache already forming in her core, but it was exactly what she needed. She wanted to be lost to lust, not agonizing over the lack of his touch. Was he mad at her for having sex with Verian? Is that why he denied her, giving her over to his friends instead?

In this moment, she would do anything for his icy fingers to cup her cheek, to run across her scar. Anything to have him inside her, not his hands or his mouth, but the cock straining in his pants.

Petran fucked her faster, harder, plunging deep until his hand gripped her throat, her eyesight graying from breathlessness. She was grateful for the distraction, warmth pooling in her core, burning ever brighter with each of his thrusts.

When her climax came, it hit her like an earthquake, trembling every muscle in her body until she was a quivering mess atop his still-hard cock. Only when Petran slowed to a stop did she tear her eyes from Renatus’ intense gaze. She ran a thumb over Petran’s cheek, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Beautiful girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with need and his length still throbbing inside of her. “Do you want more?”

She shook her head, her whole body already feeling weak, unsure she could take another round with the enormous elf even if she wanted to.

Petran smiled as he gave her a final passionate kiss, then lifted her and set her gently next to him. In a beat, Aurora took her place, straddling his hips and pressing down on his great length with a lusty sigh.

Though the pull to watch was strong—the two beautiful forces intertwined in perfect synergy—the buzz of wine was fading, a bashful flush replacing the one of desire. Vita dressed, glancing at Renatus, who continued to watch her.

“Leaving so soon?” Aurora asked, slowing her rolling hips as Vita tried to make her escape.

“Yes, I… I am fatigued.”

She paused at the door and was met with a melodious laugh from Aurora, a grin from Petran. “Good night, love.”

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