Page 104 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
"Two," someone said—Antonius, I thought, though my mind was too scattered to be certain.
I fell forwards against Taveth, but Marcus's grip on my hips held me in place as he drove deeper into me from behind.
"Not yet," he growled against my ear. "I'm not finished with you yet."
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Marcus' thrusts became more demanding, more possessive, and I felt my third climax building like a storm in my blood. Taveth beneath me was fighting for control, his breathing ragged as my body clenched around him with each of Marcus's powerful strokes.
Marcus's thrusts became more urgent behind me, his breathing harsh against my ear. "Close," he warned, his voice strained. "So fucking close."
"Then come," I managed to gasp. "Fill me, Marcus."
The words seemed to snap something inside him. His grip on my hips became almost bruising as he drove into me with desperate intensity, chasing his release. I felt him swell inside me, and then he was coming with a roar that echoed off the stone walls, his seed spilling deep inside me. I gasped as he pulled out of me, staggering backwards.
Tarshi stood, his hands on Septimus' hips, and looked down at me.
“Are you going to take Septimus now, Little Dragon? I really want to see his cock buried in your ass as you fuck my brother?”
I felt my cheeks burn at his words, even as my body responded with a fresh wave of heat.
"Yes," I breathed, the word escaping before I could think better of it.
Septimus moved behind me as Marcus had done, his hands gentle on my shoulders as he positioned himself. I felt the press of his cock against me, slick and ready, and my breath caught in anticipation.
"Relax for me, love," he murmured, echoing Marcus's earlier words. His touch was different—more patient, more reverent, as if he were handling something precious beyond measure.
I tried to breathe as he pressed forward slowly, the stretch and burn making me gasp against Taveth's chest. Septimus was gentler than Marcus, taking his time to ensure I was comfortable even as my body trembled with need.
"Gods, you're perfect," Septimus breathed, his voice rough with restraint as he worked himself slowly into me. The careful way he moved, the tenderness in his touch even as he filled me completely, made my heart clench with love for this man who had been my protector for so long.
I moaned as he seated himself fully inside me. Taveth's hands came up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
Tarshi moved close to me, his hand on his cock. “Open up, Little Dragon. Get my cock nice and wet for Septimus.”
I looked up at Tarshi, my lips already parting before I could form a conscious thought. The way he looked at me—eyes dark with desire, his hand stroking slowly over his length—made my mouth water with anticipation.
"Please," I whispered, not caring how desperate I sounded.
He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against my lips. I opened my mouth wider, taking him in with a moan that vibrated through both of us. The taste of him was familiar andintoxicating, salt and heat and something uniquely Tarshi that made my body clench around both Taveth and Septimus.
Behind me, Septimus began to move in slow, careful thrusts that made me gasp around Tarshi's length. The sensation of being filled so completely, claimed by three of them at once, was almost too much to bear. My body trembled between them, caught in a storm of pleasure that threatened to tear me apart.
"That's it," Tarshi murmured, his hand gentle in my hair as I worked my mouth over him. "Just like that, beautiful."
After several long moments, Tarshi pulled back with obvious reluctance. "Perfect," he said, his voice thick with desire. He moved behind Septimus, and I felt the tremor that ran through the man inside me as Tarshi positioned himself.
"Easy," Tarshi murmured to him, his voice gentle. "Let me take care of you too."
I felt Septimus tense, then gradually relax as Tarshi worked himself slowly inside him. The sensation was incredible—feeling Septimus tremble against me as Tarshi filled him completely, the sensation rippling through both our bodies where we were joined. The connection between all three of us was electric—I could feel every tremor that ran through Septimus as he adjusted to Tarshi's presence, could sense the careful control it took for both men to remain still while I caught my breath.
"Gods," Septimus breathed against my neck, his voice strained with pleasure and overwhelm. "I can feel you both... it's incredible."
They began slowly, finding a rhythm that made my vision blur with pleasure. Taveth beneath me, his hands guiding my hips. Septimus behind me, his movements careful and reverent even as passion drove him deeper. And through him, I could feel Tarshi's presence, the way he moved with his characteristic intensity tempered by tenderness for the man he was claiming.
The sensation was indescribable—being the centre of this perfect storm of desire and love, feeling so completely possessed and cherished at the same time. My third climax built slowly this time, a deep rolling wave that seemed to originate in my very soul.
Taveth beneath me was fighting for control, his breathing ragged as my body responded to every thrust. His hands moved to my hips, helping to guide my movements as I rocked between them all.
