Page 27 of How to Keep a Fae

Adaline

I’m a writhing mass of conflict. I want to come so badly it hurts. August has done this before, lots of times, and he knows I love the dark, twisty pleasure well. I have even begged him to take me there with his cock a time or two, although he has always denied me.

But now, with Jayga here too, watching…

“Oh, please, just do it. I might die if I don’t come. It is not healthy to keep a fae waiting like this!”

I have no idea if it is, in fact, unhealthy, but I’m out of my mind and would say anything that might deliver the pleasure I crave.

“When I’m ready,” August says, continuing to finger my ass in rough strokes that have me fluttering around him. “And not until Jayga is balls deep in your cunt.”

“Yes! Anything.”

Jayga’s chuckle is sinful.

August suddenly flips me over with his fingers still in my ass. “Take his cock. Sit on it. This won’t be over until you do.”

Jayga rolls obligingly onto his back and scoots under me. His cock is pointing straight up his body. The head is flushed a deep crimson and slick with his pre-cum.

I’m so close; it’s like my body is on fire. The feeling of August’s fingers in my ass as I crawl forward and take Jayga’s cock has me panting with need.

“Gods, she’s eager,” Jayga says, thrusting his hips up as I wrap my fingers around his hard length.

It’s a struggle to lift and line him up. I’m distracted and made desperate by the pleasure where August’s fingers stretch my ass, but with a sob of joy, the tip snags at my entrance, and I sink down with jerky, uncoordinated movements—I just need to feel him inside.

My pussy flutters. August slides in close behind me and wraps his arm around my waist to hold me still.

I’m open and stretched.

But I want more.

“Good girl,” Jayga says, cupping my breasts and squeezing them roughly, briefly distracting me from what August does as something far thicker replaces his fingers.

“I was worried about lubrication,” August mutters darkly. “But between her slick and my dick leaking like a tap, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

He pushes in, a slow, rippling impalement that sets me fluttering. I’m full—too full—but Goddess weep, it also feels so good.

I try to bounce to get more. They both tighten their hold.

“I want to come!”

“Gods, she feels tight like this,” Jayga grunts. “Fuck’s sake, we need to fuck. I’m not going to last.”

August closes his fingers around the back of my throat and directs me forward so I am sprawled over Jayga.

Jayga smirks, closes his big hands over my hips, and rocks his hips, sliding his cock in and out.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“There we go,” August says, planting his free hand against the nest. “I knew you would take well to this.”

They fuck me between them. It is the best, darkest, most decadent pleasure I have ever known. The feel of August’s fingers wrapped around my throat from behind, the passage of them taking turns to fill me, the dark stretch, and the burning pleasure.

Then they start to move together.

August

Her pussy is tight and hot. Her ass is even better. Jayga filling her cunt at the same time makes this a crazy kind of good. She trembles between us, mumbling nonsense about wanting it harder, about wanting more. Our skin turns slippery with sweat as my cock shuttles in and out her tight hole, my crotch slapping against her plump ass with every slow, steady thrust.

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