Page 57 of A City of Emeralds and Envy
Flushed and disheveled, Caer rises upright, both knees planted on the mattress. As his eyes meet mine, his cock twitches. I take a second to admire it—pale pink, fading to delicate lavender at the tip.
“Come here, mouse.” He gives me a slow, sultry blink of his cat-eyes and circles the base of his shaft with his fingers. “Don’t worry—since I’m coming in your mouth, there won’t be any barbs this time.”
I crawl onto the mattress and bathe the tip of his dick with my tongue. The sweetness of his precum is tantalizing. He lets out a faint cry, one hand clasping my head, fingers sunk into my hair.
In this pose, my rear must be too inviting to resist, because Riordan’s hand closes on one cheek of my ass immediately, and the huge, hot end of his cock prods at my entrance. I freeze, desperate for that fullness. My pussy lips feel swollen, heavy, almost sore—aching for him.
“Together,” he says to Caer, and they move into me as one. Caer’s dick slides between my lips, over my tongue, and Riordan’s enormous cock surges into my pussy.
I forget to breathe.
Caer tastes like he smells—faintly floral, with a midnight sweetness. And Riordan feels like I remember—so big, so smooth, so warm and huge andfillingthat I sob a little around Caer’s dick, tears pooling in my eyes.
“Mousie, don’t cry.” Caer strokes my hair from my temples and shifts back, slipping his cock out of my mouth.
“Maybe you taste terrible,” Riordan grunts, seating himself deeper inside me.
“Want to judge for yourself?” Caer gives him a lascivious smirk.
“You taste delicious,” I manage. “It’s just—I’ve wanted this—with both of you—for so long—” I’m not going to cry. I willnotruin this moment.
“Oh mousie.” Caer crouches low on the bed, cupping my face, bending to kiss my cheeks and lick my tears. “Sweet one.” His tongue glides across my mouth, and his soft lips follow, a reassuring pressure. Meanwhile Riordan has reached under my stomach and is manipulating my clit with such studious skill he has me gasping into Caer’s mouth before I can form another coherent thought.
“Oh gods,” I pant. “Oh gods, oh fuck—”
“Come for us, pet,” coaxes Caer.
“She always comes for me,” Riordan says quietly, while the pad of one finger jiggles my clit with merciless expertise. “She can’t help it, can you, kitten? Not when I know every bit of you so well.”
The motion over my clit increases until I’m frantic, I’m venting tiny screams of helpless need, while Caer laughs and kisses me over and over, sweet wet fire and wicked tongue.
Riordan’s voice deepens. “Come on my cock, Alice. I want to feel you tremble around me. Come, beloved.”
And at that word, I come, my pussy tightening around Riordan’s thick shaft. Caer swallows each whimper I release into his mouth.
I’m shaking, tears of bliss slipping from my eyes. Caer laps away more of my tears, then rises on his knees again and feeds me his cock. I suck it eagerly, rocking forward on him and backward on Riordan’s length, the three of us finding a swaying rhythm.
“Come with me,” Caer says between gasps, reaching out, but he’s not speaking to me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Riordan grasp Caer’s offered hand—and then I feel them both tensing at the same moment—Riordan filling my pussy with warm jets of cum, Caer spilling his hot, sweet release over my tongue. I am full, so full—I’m whole at last, bound to them now—I can sense the intangible link connecting us, a golden chain of pleasure and devotion. Their joined male groans are the most beautiful, erotic thing I have ever heard.
But in a half-second of silence between those groans, I hear another moan—from somewhere else in the room. The two Fae hear it too, but Caer waits until I swallow every bit of his cum and suck the head of his dick clean, and Riordan takes his time easing his cock out of my pussy.
Then the White Rabbit swings off the bed and stalks over to a pair of gilded green doors—a closet.
He throws the doors open, and there stands the pretty blond Scarecrow, cock in hand, his cheeks scarlet. His pants are around his ankles.
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Riordan grabs Jasper by the back of the neck and drags him out. “Spying, were you?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Jasper chokes. “My room was too big, and I missed Alice, so I came to see her. But then I heard her leaving the bath and I… well, I knew she doesn’t like to be observed while she’s naked, so I went into the closet. I thought I’d come out again once she was dressed, but then she seemed so happy to be alone, enjoying her feast—and thenhecame in—” He points to Caer. “And… I never seemed to find the right moment to come out of the closet.”
Caer leaps off the bed and prowls behind the Scarecrow, his grin wider than ever and his purple eyes alight with mischief. “How naughty of you,” he purrs. “I didn’t think you had it in you to do anything remotely sneaky. Such a good boy, you are.” He snaps his sharp teeth together, right by Jasper’s ear, and Jasper startles.
Riordan moves his hand to grip Jasper’s throat. “Did you like what you heard, Scarecrow?”
“Clearly he did.” Caer lower himself to a crouch, his mouth on a level with Jasper’s erect cock. Jasper whimpers a little, his cock buzzing softly.
Caer’s eyes widen. “Shit. Riordan, did you see that?”
