Page 105 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
"I can't... I need..." I gasped, my nails digging into Taveth's shoulders. "I'm so close."
"Let go," Taveth murmured against my ear, his voice strained with his own approaching release. "We've got you. We'll always have you."
I shattered between them, my cry echoing off the stone walls as pleasure crashed through every nerve ending, and with a grown, Taveth thrust up hard inside me, his fingers digging into my hips as he came. The waves of my climax seemed to ripple through all of us, and I felt Septimus shudder behind me as my body clenched around him. His breathing was ragged against my neck, and through our connection I could sense Tarshi's careful control as he moved within him.
"Three," I heard someone say breathlessly—Jalend, I realized, his voice tight with his own arousal as he watched from across the room.
I collapsed forward against Taveth's chest, my body trembling with aftershocks. His arms came around me, holding me close while I tried to remember how to breathe.
“Now I’m going to fuck you hard,” I heard Tarshi murmur to Septimus, and I felt Septimus's sharp intake of breath as Tarshi's words registered, felt the tremor that ran through his body where he was still buried deep inside me.
"Yes," Septimus gasped, his voice breaking on the word. "Please, Tarshi... I need..."
The sound of Septimus—my steady, controlled Septimus—begging sent fresh heat spiralling through my already over sensitized body. I lifted my head from Taveth's chest to look back at them, my breath catching at the sight of Septimus's face twisted in pleasure as Tarshi began to move with more purpose behind him.
The sensation was overwhelming—feeling Septimus lose control inside me while Tarshi claimed him with the same fierce intensity he'd always brought to everything he did. I was caught between them, my body still trembling from my last climax as new waves of pleasure built from the friction of their movements.
"Fuck," Septimus groaned, his forehead pressing against my shoulder as he struggled to maintain any semblance of control. "I can't... it's too much..."
"Let go," I whispered, echoing his earlier words to me. "I want to feel you lose control."
Septimus made a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, his hips jerking involuntarily as Tarshi found that perfect angle that made his entire body arch. I could feel every tremor, every spike of pleasure that shot through him, and it sent answering heat flooding through my body. He came first, his body going rigid against my back as he buried himself deep inside me with a strangled cry. The sensation of him filling me, combined with the tremors running through him as Tarshi continued to move, made me moan softly against Taveth's neck.
Tarshi followed moments later, his hands gripping Septimus's hips as he thrust deep and held there, his own release claiming him with a sound that was part growl, part prayer. The three of us collapsed together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, breathing hard in the firelight.
"Beautiful," Tarshi murmured, his voice rough with pleasure as his hands stroked gently over my body. "You're both so beautiful."
After a few moments, they carefully disentangled from me, Septimus pulling out first with a soft groan, then helping me lift myself off Taveth. My legs felt like water, and I would have collapsed if strong hands hadn't steadied me.
"Easy," Jalend said, suddenly there beside me. His arm slipped around my waist, supporting my weight as I swayed on unsteady legs. "We've got you." he held me close, pressing kisses down my temple and along my jaw, finally finding my mouth. His strong arms wrapped around me, keeping me standing as he explored my mouth. The kiss was deep and claiming, his tongue exploring my mouth while his hands roamed over my body with reverent touches.
When he finally pulled back, I was dizzy with need, clinging to his shoulders for support. His hands were gentle on my waist, steadying me as my body trembled with the aftershocks of everything that had already happened. But I could see in his eyes that he wasn't finished with me yet—none of them were.
"My turn," he murmured against my lips.
He lifted me easily, carrying me to the large rug spread before the fireplace. He laid me down gently, his eyes drinking in the sight of me in the flickering light. The fire painted golden highlights across his skin as he knelt between my legs, and I felt my breath catch at the intensity in his gaze.
"I've been waiting," he said, his voice rough with desire as he lowered himself between my legs. "Watching you fall apart for them, knowing I'd have you next."
The emotion in his voice made my chest tight with love for this man who had given up everything for me, for us, for the dream of something better. I reached up to cup his face, feeling the slight roughness of stubble beneath my palms.
"Then take me," I whispered. "Make me yours."
He entered me slowly, reverently, his eyes never leaving mine as he filled me completely. The sensation was different after everything that had come before—gentler, more intimate, like coming home after a long journey. His movements were unhurried, each thrust deliberate. I gasped at the feeling of him inside me, my body still sensitive from everything that had come before. Jalend moved with exquisite care, each thrust measured and deliberate, as if he were memorizing every moment. His eyes stayed locked on mine, and I could see everything he felt written across his face—love, desire, reverence, and something deeper that made my heart clench.
"I love you," he breathed against my lips, the words carrying the weight of kingdoms abandoned and futures chosen. "I will always love you."
The tenderness in his voice, the way he held me like I was something infinitely precious, brought tears to my eyes. This man had walked away from an empire for me, had chosen love over power, mercy over vengeance. And now he was loving me with the same quiet intensity that had made me fall for him in the first place.
"I love you too," I whispered back, my hands threading through his hair as he moved within me. "All of you. Always."
My fourth climax built slowly, like dawn breaking over mountains. It wasn't the sharp, desperate pleasure of before, but something deeper and more profound. I felt myself dissolving under his gentle attention, my body responding to every careful thrust, every reverent touch.
"Come for me, love," he whispered against my ear. "Let me feel you."
I shattered around him with a soft cry, my body arching beneath his as pleasure rolled through me in gentle waves. Hefollowed moments later, his own release claiming him as he buried his face in my hair.
Jalend stayed inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard in the firelight. His forehead rested against mine, and I could see my own wonder reflected in his eyes. After everything we'd been through—the fighting, the revolution, the weight of rebuilding a world—this felt like the first moment of true peace I'd experienced in years.
