Page 49 of Dawn to Dusk
I hated my husband's guts but would willingly take him during these times. I tried to avoid it, but I knew I would wake up and be fine no matter who I rode into oblivion.
The two men shredded my clothes before I could blink. Ziam pressed himself against my back and picked me up by my thighs to hold me in the air, legs spread wide as Edur kissed a trail from my lips to my throat and down my chest. All the way down to my core and gingerly ran his tongue through my slit.
Thanks to the ceremony, I was too sensitive to maintain any type of self-control. I screamed my pleasure for the whole cave to hear. Both men chuckled with a dark, devious edge and Ziam nudged my face to kiss me. I forgot how sweet he tasted. Our audience grew silent, leaving only a few rumbles and the sound of skin sliding on skin to fill the air.
Ziam whispered in my ear. “Let us take care of you. It is the least we can do for behaving like children.”
Edur’s tongue moved slowly and seductively, begging for forgiveness. My need drove the beasts outside to attack my wards with more vigor; each one wanted their own taste. Mind-melting pleasure coursed through me and made me forget everything other than the sensations my body endured. Ziam’s hands tightened on my thighs, locking them in an inescapable vice grip. My voice broke when I hit my pinnacle moments later. Ziam groaned and kissed my lips with an uncontrollable passion that only lifted me higher. His lips tickled across mine when he released his kiss. “Magnificent.”
With a blink of an eye, the men handed me over, and Edur tossed me onto the bed. I landed on my hands and knees between Ziam’s thighs. These men were too fast.
That candy store worthy cock was at attention before me. He never let me taste him. These beasts were too focused on the female's pleasure to allow such a thing. But I couldn’t resist; I needed to know. Is his cock as sweet as his mouth?
Before either man could jostle me around further, I dropped my mouth over Ziam’s length. A strange mix between a whinny and a grunt left him as I sucked him in until he hit the back of my throat. As I suspected, his cock tasted like a sugary confection.
His fingers dug into my hair. “Goddess Myllia!”
The outburst amused me. He never called out for his goddess, because he knew she wasn’t there anymore. Old habits die hard.
Whatever their next plan of action was, they didn’t plan on me swallowing Ziam whole. The shock was evident on his now red face. Edur was never one to dwell on plans going sideways, and instead, slid his cock through my slit teasingly.
Edur pushed inside me with no resistance, and he groaned. “So wet.”
His hips pistoned in and out of me at a pace that could break someone’s hip, but I loved it. My moan muffled around Ziam since I refused to let him go. Ziam’s thighs tensed hard enough to bust a melon beneath me.
Edur played with my clit with an evil chuckle. I didn’t understand his intentions until Ziam spurted his seed in my mouth. What he failed to anticipate was how I would react to Ziam’s sperm in my mouth.
This entire bout of insanity had exactly one purpose; get as much semen into me as possible to make a baby. In my experience of doing this ceremony every year, my body never cared where that babymaker went.
My entire body exploded with pleasure in response to his ‘tribute’. My insides snapped, and I went half blind. The intense pulses curled my toes and made my fingers dig into the blanket beneath me.
A strangled growl left Edur, and heat filled my insides as he shuddered under the force of his own orgasm. Which set me off all over again.
Ziam wrenched me off his cock by my hair. It surprised me, since it wasn’t like him to be rough. Oxygen burned my lungs as I wheezed it in, and I realized I hadn’t inhaled in a while.
“Easy.” Ziam cooed, scrunching his fingers in my hair. “You still need to breathe, Enchantress.”
Breathing sat very low on my current priority list; my only concern was getting more of them. My brain no longer ran the show.
He read my face and frowned at me. “You may not care, but we do. If you endanger yourself, we will stop.”
“No, keep going!” Someone croaked from the hallway as he stimulated himself. Other grumbles agreed.
“Don’t stop.” I panted.
“I want to hear you understand.” Edur’s growl vibrated against my backside and he stopped moving. When I tried to push back to get some friction, he tightened his hands on my hips to bruising levels. I would be covered in marks the next day for sure.
“I understand.” I whined. There wasn’t enough fight in me to argue. As long as a cock slid in and out of me, I would do whatever they asked.
“It is my turn.” Ziam smirked, sitting up to kiss me.
“I’m stuck.” Edur suddenly confessed.
“I figured.” Apparently, Ziam was not new to the effects of the ceremony.
Ziam placed sweet kisses on my face and neck while Edur’s mouth ravaged my shoulders. The contrast between the two men shocked my senses and confused my body. It was not sure if it should turn into a puddle or go wild with passion.
Edur pulled out once he could, and Ziam straddled me over him before taking Edur’s place inside me. I bounced on top of him, meeting his thrusts.
