Page 135 of Blood of Ancients

I whimpered as his wet cockhead surged between my cheeks and lingered between my holes. “No, we can’t,” I rasped.

Sven slammed into me from behind. I groaned from the intensity of it, his eager strokes rippling my cheeks with every masterful thrust.

Like I was doing to Arne, Sven grabbed my hips and laid into me. He moved with much more practiced precision than me and found a rhythm that made me drip juices all over his cock, down to my inner thighs.

Our three bodies moved in tandem, Sven fucking me and pushing me into Arne. The sounds of our sex carried through the hot springs.

The others took advantage of the lewd situation, with Corym scooting down the lip of the pool until he was in front of Arne’s leaning face.

The elf lifted Arne’s forearm, replacing his resting spot with his throbbing cock, and then he looked over Arne’s shoulder. “May I,lunis’ai?”

I smirked at him.Asking me permission to defile the iceshaper, you filhy elf?“Please,” I said, giving him the go-ahead. “I want to see him choke on you, Cor.”

The elf’s smile stretched wide. “I will fuck anyone you want me to, goddess. Whatever you command—I’m yours.”

Nowthatsounded fun. I’d never thought of it that way—the lengths these men would go to please me.

I nodded eagerly, then watched as Corym took Arne by the back of his head and sank his full, pretty lips on that long, radiant cock.

Arne choked. I bucked into him harder, hilting the dildo deep into his ass, rearranging his guts and snarling as he squirmed his tight hole around me.

We had the iceshaper at both ends, fucking out all the traumas that smothered him. I wanted Arne’s mind to break—for him to see how well these boys enlightened me—so he couldn’t sink deeper into despair.

If only for a little while, I wanted him to feel whatIfelt when I had these five around.

Magnus seemed to get the idea, and the general vibe-shift. He cut through the water with long strides, then stood on the end where Corym was forcing Arne to blow him.

The bloodrender put his hands on his hips, stepping out of the pool and onto the edge next to Corym, who was waist-deep. “Like you said, Sven . . . when in Rome.”

I gave him a nod, noticing what he was planning.

Corym’s eyes glittered when he glanced over—

Just in time for Magnus’ studded cock to push past his lips and into his maw.

I let out a yelp of excitement. Sven groaned behind me.

We were creating a depraved train of my own making, and it made a shiver run through me. For a moment, I nearly forgot Sven was barreling into me from behind.

Then my knees started getting weak.

Magnus put his hands on Corym’s head, just behind his long, elegant ears, and face-fucked the Ljosalfar with mad abandon. He grunted and Corym gladly accepted, while he blindly brought Arne’s face sliding down his own length at the same time.

A moment later, Magnus pulled out of Corym’s mouth with a growl, splashed into the pool behind him, and stuffed the elf’s ass with his studded cock, without asking.

Corym groaned, wincing as Magnus bucked into him. “Gods, the piercings. They’re . . . you’re big, bloodrender.”

“And you’re tight, elf.”

Corym’s dick was still in Arne’s mouth. It throbbed now as he was pelted from behind.

Our lewd train was nearly complete, and I adored it—the moans, the pleasure coming from every corner of the room.

Grim wasn’t going to be denied, however. Not my largest mate. With a grumble, he stepped up behind me and his towering presence loomed over both me and Sven. His shadow from the dim torchlight cooled the air around me.

“Move, wolf. Take the other hole. This one is mine to stuff.”

Just as Sven started to object, he was unceremoniously pushed aside by the bigger, mountainous man.

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