Page 31 of Fool's Bargain

“That can certainly be arranged,” Kyril said, his voice a deep rumble and his lips so close to mine I could taste his breath, oaky and dark like the whiskey we’d shared. He closed his mouth over mine then, dropping his hand to cup my breast and brushing my nipple with his thumb.

At the same moment, Dorian reached the top of my pussy again and parted me wider with his thumbs. He captured my clit between his lips and stroked it with his tongue as he gently sucked. Pleasure shot up through my body and I moaned into Kyril’s mouth, sucking on his lower lip to balance out the hunger that raged through me.

He groaned in response, squeezing my breast, then tweaking my nipple harder. “Careful, Zar. If you draw blood from all of us, you’ll have no choice but to keep us forever.”

“If forever feels like this, that’s hardly a threat.”

He chuckled but pulled away. “You should know us first. Taste us too. Let me show you.”

Still gazing deep into my eyes, he lifted one hand to cup my jaw again, but this time I felt the pressure of his thumb against my temple and two fingers digging in harder behind my ear. A second later his voice reverberated inside my head.“This is what a kissing meld feels like,”he said.“It’s like a handshake for the nymphaea. The most cursory of exchanges, but enough to determine trustworthiness. Can you feel my intentions? Push back a little with your mind. I’m open to you now.”

I closed my eyes and tried to focus through the pleasure, but Kyril tweaked my nipple again. “Eyes open,” he said out loud. “Look at me. When we do a proper first meld, we can link with our eyes shut.”

I obeyed, though with Dorian’s tongue buried between my legs, it was difficult. Kyril’s turquoise irises were a maelstrom of desire, and within I sensed a need so sharp it made my heart stutter. I recognized that craving because it was the one I’d been denying for two years: the desire for a partner who matched me. Along with it was his desire to do everything in his power to ensure he satisfied that need in me.

He smiled and nodded. “You understand now. This is why we found each other. We’re meant to be.”

The utter certainty in his tone hit home and any lingering doubts disappeared, though it could have been the delicious pleasure flowing through me from Dorian’s attention. Kyril’s sturdy body was a solid bulwark to my boneless shape. He held me, teasing my breasts and brushing kisses across my cheek and jaw, the link between us still buzzing faintly. He was biding his time now, his desire a banked fire. How hot would he get once stoked?

Biting my lip, I reached between his legs and wrapped my hand around his stiff length. His heat seared my palm and his low groan of pleasure was music to my ears. I gave him a slow stroke and he raised his hips to match the movement.

Dorian chose that moment to slide two fingers into me and begin fucking me with them. I lost track of reality for a moment, nothing existing beyond the sensations that surrounded me, beyond the humid warmth of this bubble we’d created and the hard solidity of Kyril’s chest. I twisted at the waist and leaned over, pressing my lips to the tip of his cock. Kyril tilted back, supporting himself on his hands and raising his hips up again. His cock was a glorious thick column that beckoned, its tip pink and glistening from escaped moisture. I licked him and tangy sweetness burst on my tongue, a flavor like nothing I’d ever tasted before. Pleasure rocketed through me and I shifted to get a better angle, the desire to taste more of him driving me on.

As if sensing this new need, Dorian backed off and squeezed my thighs. “Turn over, beautiful,” he said. “Get on your hands and knees so you can suck him off properly.”

I rolled over, scrambling up onto my knees as Kyril scooted back to give me room, then I straddled his legs, which left my feet to dangle above the water behind me. I knelt above him for a second, staring down and simply absorbing him in all his glory.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re magnificent,” I whispered, tempted to just climb on and fuck him. But they’d gone on enough about tasting each other, and I’d had that first little sample and wanted more. The fucking would have to wait. I leaned over and scooted back, looking over my shoulder to where Dorian still stood in the water. He was in the water up to his chest and with my change in position my ass was higher than before. I tried to lower myself to his height but Dorian stopped me.

“No need. I can accommodate. Just take care of him.”

Happy to comply, I returned my attention to the beautiful cock in front of me. Kyril had dropped back onto his elbows and gazed down his torso at me. I leaned down and gave his tip another playful lick, stroking my hand up the length of his shaft, then bent lower and opened wide, taking each of his balls into my mouth and suckling, gratified by the rumble of pleasure that rose up from deep within his chest. Then I slid my tongue up his length before taking him into my mouth again. He was huge but I was determined, and the noises he made were enough to encourage me to keep doing what I was doing.

I was only vaguely aware of the sounds behind me, tilting back against Dorian’s touch when his hands rested on my ass and his thumbs grazed along my spread folds again. I heard a brief rush of water cascading off something and hazarded a glance behind me. My eyes went wide at the creature Dorian had become. Broader across the torso and taller by a head, he now sported horns and a leaner, more animalistic face. With a hungry growl he bent down and buried his face between my thighs.

The cry that escaped me was both surprised and ecstatic as his tongue plunged deep before sliding out and extending far enough to taste my clit. He attacked my pussy with abandon and I was torn between the need to watch and the need to give the same treatment to Kyril. His impatient groan spurred my decision and I forced myself to focus, sucking his hot cockhead between my lips and swirling my tongue around and around.

“Zar, when you come, let me taste you too.”

I barely registered the words through the haze of pleasure but murmured my agreement anyway. I stroked him hard and fast, sucking like he was sustenance. Eventually I lost myself in the rhythm, unable to do more with the relentless teasing going on between my thighs. Dorian’s masterful tongue pushed me to the edge multiple times before he eased off, then repeated the process.

It was the rough, hungry growl against my swollen flesh that finally pushed me past the edge, his noises vibrating me to my very core. I tensed with the first delicious spasm, then released Kyril’s cock to cry out. Kyril raised a hand to my head but only to cup my cheek and look into my eyes while the orgasm cascaded through me. Dorian kept licking and teasing for a few seconds more, then Kyril slid both hands beneath my armpits and tugged.

“My turn,” he rumbled, lifting me bodily in an almost boneless heap and planting me right across his shoulders. Before the last tremor had ended, Kyril’s tongue found my soaked folds and slid deep, sending me immediately to another climax. I clutched at his head, riding his tongue until I was nothing but sensation from head to toe.

Water sloshed behind me, followed by wet footsteps as Dorian came out of the pool and circled around us. He was human shaped now, his features softer and the horns gone, but his cock was hard and long in his fist when he stopped in front of me and widened his stance. I licked my lips once before leaning in and taking him into my hungry mouth.

His fingers curled into my hair and he pulled me onto his cock until the fat tip hit the back of my throat. Somehow I managed not to gag as I sucked, holding on to his hips and still rocking on Kyril’s tongue, my body chasing another orgasm as long as he was willing to keep giving them to me. The need was too crazy to grasp, yet it didn’t fade, and I was in the grip of a third one when Dorian let out a roar of pleasure and hot spurts of his cum hit my tongue and the back of my throat.

I was abruptly inundated by a blast of awareness as Dorian’s flavor turned hot, the heat spreading through my body and flooding my mind withhim. Moments of memory flitted past my mind’s eye, accompanied by snippets of emotion. His darkness matched my own in the most surprising way—someone who was gripped with loneliness even in the densest crowd, and who was filled with true hope for the first time in a very long time.

I was about to cry uncle to the sensory overload when the air pressure changed and my ears popped. I started to understand what that sensation meant and my already well-attended pussy clenched in anticipation of the one thing I’d been holding out for. But it wasn’t Theo who spoke.

A clear female voice rang out over the water. “Well, this is a surprise. Kyril, you bastard. I can’t believe you guys left without me.”

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Ione

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