Page 136 of Blood of Ancients

I croaked when Grim bear-hugged me andlifted. My dildo wiggled out of Arne’s yawning asshole. I cried out, “Grim!” when my feet left the pool and he took me airborne.

The bear settled me down easily on his cock, planting my cheeks down and surging into my cunt, filling me completely.

I came and writhed in his grip. He bounced me like I weighed nothing. Sven moved to my front. With one hand, he toyed with Arne’s asshole, squeezing his fingers into the shape of a spearand then fisting him and making the iceshaper scream and splutter from how wide his tight bundle of nerves stretched to accept the wolf shifter’s entire hand.

With his other hand, Sven teased my hard nipples and fondled my jiggling tits while Grim rocked me in the air. His hand moved like a maestro, like a conductor, down to my stuffed pussy. He played with my needy clit, making me lose my mind.

Everyone blurred through my vision. My moans were becoming one long, drawn-out sound of bliss and ecstasy.

Arne throbbed and stroked himself, then twitched as he shot ropes of cum into the magical pool between his legs. Corym grunted, his dick hopping in Arne’s mouth while Magnus fucked him from behind and held their hips together.

The elf did the same thing as the iceshaper—pumping his hips and exploding down Arne’s throat.

Magnus pulled out of the spent elf’s gaped ass, wandered into the pool, and came to my side. “Sorry, silvermoon, but my cum isn’t going anywhere other than inside you.”

With his cockhead twitching, the tip-piercing shining, the tall bloodrender curved himself upward to get level with Grim’s enormous size. Grim repositioned me on his dick, twisting slightly, and Magnus managed to cross swords with him and plunge his studded cock into my anus.

Seconds later he was pulsing, sinking his cum deep inside me. I squeezed instinctively from the sensation, muscles clenching. It made Grim bellow, wrap his arms tighter around my middle, and bulge my belly with his upward thrust.

The bear shifter unleashed his torrent inside me, shaking and hugging my body against his like I was a sex toy he couldn’t let go of. I came for the millionth time.

Within a minute, we were spent. Gasping, panting, a tangle of limbs as Grim let me go and I staggered into the pool between him and Magnus, still drooling their cum.

I sat down on the bench, trying to gather myself from the twitches commanding my body.

Sven walked over and took the final claim of me, like I knew the savage would, and briefly smiled down at my sweaty face, massaging a hand over my cheeks and chin, pinching lightly.

I smiled up at him—

Just as he stroked his cock to completion and spewed cum all over my face.

I gasped, the others laughed, and while Sven came buckets, he groaned in a gravelly voice, “You’re mine, little menace, and you always will be.”

I let him have his fun, marking his territory. Yes, I was his. But I was also Grim’s, Magnus’, Corym’s, Arne’s . . . I was all of theirs.

We sank into the pool afterward, silent and in disbelief at what we’d just done—how raunchy and sudden and instinctive it felt. Howgoodit felt.

We were naked when Zentha appeared in the doorway, either an hour or a few minutes later—I lost track of time in the mind-melting daze, post-fuck.

I didn’t even try to bar my arms over my breasts or hide my modesty. What was the point? Everyone was freaking nude in here, and the scent of our sex must have been overwhelming for the slender, beautiful elven woman.

With her hands in front of her belly, showing immaculate indifference as she stared at all of us and our various states of post-coital bliss, she nodded to me. “Lady Elayina will see you now,maelen. Just as soon as you get cleaned up. A dress is waiting for you on your bed, in the main chamber.”

I blushed like a cherry. “O-Okay. Um. Thank you.”

She nodded, bowing low, and then pouted. Her eyes lingered on my nude men, littered around the pool, lounging, resting.“Impressive,” she said. Her eyes returned to me. “You are a force, Lady Ravinica.”

She turned and left the room, as serious and silent as when she’d arrived.

It took five seconds of pin-drop silence before me and my men busted out with laughter of disbelief.

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