Page 72 of The Sword & the Stone

Merlin watched from the corner of the bed, his blue eyes drinking in the sight of Tristan’s cock slamming into me. To my relief, there wasn’t an ounce of rage in his eyes, only feral need.

"That's it," Tristan rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Come on my cock, my queen. Let me feel you."

His fingers dipped between our sweat-slicked bodies to find my clit, rubbing tight, focused circles around my swollen nub. I keened, my inner walls starting to flutter and clench around cock.

"Tristan!" I cried out, my nails scoring down his back as the coil in my belly wound too tight. "I'm-I'm going to?—"

"Yes," he hissed, his eyes wild and feverish with need. "Now!"

His command was my undoing. With a high, sharp cry, I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me in wave after wave of mind-melting bliss. A faint ringing began in my ears, my body convulsing as Tristan fucked me through the aftershocks. I was dimly aware of his broken groan, the hot splash of his release painting my belly and breasts as he pulled free.

Tristan's weight lifted off of me, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more. I was still trembling, my skin slick with sweat and tingling with residual pleasure. But I barely had a moment to catch my breath before another set of hands was on me.

Galahad gripped my hips, pulling me up onto my hands and knees with effortless strength. The silk sheets were soft against my palms as I braced myself, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

"My turn," he growled, his voice low like the growl of a beast. "I've been dying to taste you for days. Dreaming about what you’d feel like around my cock."

A moan fell from my lips as Galahad moved to position himself behind me, his mouth tracing the length of my spine, his tongue and teeth mapping every ridge and hollow. He nipped and suckled at my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of blooming marks behind.

I felt the head of his cock nudge at my entrance, and it was all I could do to keep from slamming myself backwards onto him. I’d never felt this insatiable before, but my body was on fire, screaming for more, more, more.

“I want you to suck Lancelot while I fuck you,” Galahad gritted through clenched teeth.

I sucked in a sharp breath, looking up and locking eyes with the golden-haired knight. His eyes were dark and feral with hunger as he stepped forward, slowly pulling himself free. My eyes went wide as I took in the size of him. He was thick andsmooth, the swollen head glistening with wetness. My mouth watered, needing to taste him.

Galahad gathered my thick hair into his fist and gave it a tug that had me whimpering. His cock sank into me, but not all the way. “I want you choking on him, while I take your cunt, my queen.”

I obediently opened my mouth, letting Lancelot slide his hard length between my lips. A groan rumbled in his chest as I took him deep, my tongue swirling around his shaft. Galahad's grip on my hair tightened as he started thrusting into me from behind, his thickness stretching me deliciously.

Each powerful snap of Galahad's hips drove Lance further down my throat until I was indeed choking on him, just as Galahad wanted. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the strain, but I loved every second of it. I was lost to pure sensation, impaled at both ends by my fae knights.

“Such a pretty little faerie,” Lancelot said as he petted my hair.

I moaned around him, and the vibrations made him shudder and curse. His fingers dug into my hair as he guided my movements, fucking my face with increasing urgency. He throbbed against my tongue and I knew he wouldn’t last long.

At the same time, Galahad's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged as his climax approached. "Fuck, I'm going to fill this sweet cunt," he panted.

I felt my peak building deep inside me, coiling tighter with each rough thrust. Lancelot pulsed heavily against my tongue as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him greedily. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself down my throat, his hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed it down eagerly, loving the taste of salt and sweat on my tongue.

Galahad's fingers dug into my hips as he chased his own release, pounding into my aching core. "I’m going to fucking worship you forever…"

His words sent me careening over the edge. My inner walls clamped down on him as I came with a muffled cry, still licking Lance’s cock clean. Galahad buried himself to the hilt one final time, a harsh groan leaving his lips as he emptied himself inside me. His body was shaking against mine, trembling with absolute pleasure.

They both withdrew slowly, leaving me empty and dripping. I was a debauched mess, my hair mussed and my skin flushed. But I had never felt more powerful or desired. Gawain's gaze raked over my body, taking in the mess his brothers made of me. He glanced at Percy, and the two shared a look of pure wickedness.

"Think you can handle more?" Percy asked, his voice a low, near growl. "We can stop if you need to."

A breathless laugh burst out of me, my body still thrumming with residual pleasure. I fixed Gawain with a challenging stare as I fell back and spread my thighs, leaning on my elbows for support. “If you two don’t fuck me now, I’m going to scream.”

What was wrong with me? I’d never taken this much in a single night. Not even close. There’d been one drunken night years ago when I’d fallen into bed with two men traveling through Camelot. But this was something different. I felt…strong. For the first time since this quest started, I felt like a fae woman. My muscles were awake and buzzing, and my blood sang with need. A fire raged through me, screaming at me to claim my knights.

Slowly, teasingly, Gawain pulled his cock free from the confines of his trousers. My mouth went dry at the sight of him, long, thick, and beautifully decorated with swirling patterns oficy blue runes. The head was flushed a deep red, glistening with drops of wetness.

Gawain nodded at Percival, who strode around to my right. Galahad moved out of his way as he slid in behind me, lifting me with incredible ease, as if I weighed nothing. Gawain crawled up onto the bed, settling himself between my spread thighs.

Percival's strong arms wrapped around my torso from behind, pulling me flush against his muscular chest. I could feel the heat of his skin, the thrum of power emanating from the runes painted across his flesh. His cock, hard and insistent, pressed against the cleft of my ass as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"We’re going to take your pretty cunt together. Our brothers made sure you’re ready for us."

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