Page 26 of The Princess's Chosen

Bryony

Wendell's fists clenched in the pillow, his legs spread wide, framing Thao's back as Wendell gazed into my eyes, a perfect picture of torment as Cosmo bit and licked at his chest. Thao's ass wiggled in the air and his head bobbed, wet sounds of suction timed with Wendell's whimpers.

My lip was at risk of bleeding as I watched them from my chair, the order toceaseon the tip of my tongue. But that wouldn't be fair, would it? Why should the others not have their pleasure just because I couldn't have mine?

But does it have to be where I watch?

Yes, because they weremyChosen. Their pleasure was my pleasure.

Owen groaned, and my eyes flicked to him. He wasn't on the bed with the others, but reclining in a chair that barely fit him, his back to the bed and his fist working quickly over his cock as he stared at me, eyes trailing over every inch of me, always returning between my legs. He could probably see the way I was clenching on nothing, my body desperate for touch. I held myself as still as stone on my chair, afraid that even the smallest shift might send me over. The Hunger wascavernousinside of me. I was hollowed out with craving my Chosen.

"Mistress, please. Just a taste," Owen pleaded.

I trembled, wondering if we were pushing too far, testing my limits too much. Would the Hunger take control of my body and satisfy itself if I denied it for much longer?

He whined, his stomach swelling as he twisted his hand over the head of his cock and bucked into his own brutal grip.

"Fuck!" Wendell gasped, and my eyes returned to the three on the bed, tongue lapping over my bruised lip as I watched Thao's hips flex, his position moved to fit himself inside the other man, the carved muscle of his ass dimpling with his thrusts. But he was blocking the rest of my view.

"Turn, I want to see," I said, the order sharp.

Cosmo laughed and sat up, grinning at me and sliding off the bed as Thao growled but pulled out of Wendell so they could all rearrange themselves.

"Wendell, would you—" I looked to both him and Thao. "Would you suck Cosmo for me?"

My mouth was watering with every passing second. I enjoyed sucking cock for my Chosen. Now I was absolutelystarvingfor it, so much so I was sure it wouldn't be safe for me. Just the thought made my cunt feel heavy, my chest rising and falling faster with quick, anxious breaths.

"Gladly," Wendell laughed, playfully reaching for our artist.

"I'll have him moaning and whining around you so hard, your eyes will roll back in your head," Thao added to Cosmo, grinning and tossing his black hair back from his face before settling down with Wendell's thighs over his. Wendell's head leaned back off the edge of the bed, and my hips seemed to rise with Wendell's as they all came together, Cosmo groaning as his cock sank between Wendell's welcoming lips.

"There's just one piece missing," Thao said, his brow furrowed and eyes fighting not to fall shut as he worked himself back into Wendell's ass. He grinned then, and flicked his fingers at the head of Wendell's weeping cock, making Wendell thrash slightly and Cosmo shout. "Who will ride poor Wen?"

My thighs were sticky with arousal, and I thought that I might come whether anyone touched me or not. How on earth was I meant to get to sleep like this?

This was your horrible idea, I reminded myself.

And there was a cold bath waiting for me when it was all over.

"So beautiful," Owen murmured, sweat beading on his brow as the others started to fuck in earnest. "You're so beautiful. Please, Mistress."

I stood from the chair, my robe falling shut and blocking Owen's previous view, but it didn't matter because his eyes were wide and reverent on my face, his hand stroking his cock so fast and rough, I wondered how it didn't hurt. Maybe it did, he did look especially and beautifully tormented as he twisted and bucked in his seat.

I moved to him cautiously, half expecting Owen to leap at me. But he was too good for that. His hand pulled away, fingers flexing and digging into the arm of the chair, his cock still twitching as if there were an invisible hand there doing the work.

"Stay still," I said, holding his gaze.

He nodded quickly, jaw ticking as I moved to the side of his seat. "I won't touch," he breathed.

This wasn't being careful at all, but I wanted to be the one to take Owen over the brink.

"This is mine," I whispered, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, smiling as it jumped happily against my palm.

"Yes," Owen gasped, nodding.

I worked him more gently than he had himself, but Owen twisted and groaned, eyes on my mouth and hips kicking into my hand as if I was branding him.

"I'll come," he gasped.

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