Page 63 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
The command in Tarshi's voice sent shockwaves through my already overwrought system. I could feel Septimus tremblingbehind me, his restraint costing him everything as he fought to obey while I worked my mouth over Antonius with increasing desperation.
"Please," I gasped, pulling away from Antonius for just a moment. "I need—"
But I couldn't finish the sentence because Septimus's fingers found exactly the right rhythm on my clit, and the sensation shattered my ability to form coherent words. My climax built like a storm, pressure coiling tight in my core until I thought I might break from the intensity of it.
Antonius's hand joined mine on his shaft, guiding my movements as his breathing grew more ragged. "Close," he warned, his voice strained. "So close, Livia."
But it was Septimus's fingers on my clit that finally pushed me over the edge. The orgasm crashed through me with devastating force, my body convulsing around him as I cried out against Antonius's length. The vibrations of my moan sent him tumbling after me, his release spilling across my tongue as his hands tightened in my hair.
"Now," Tarshi growled, and Septimus came with a broken shout, his body jerking against mine as he emptied himself deep inside me. The force of his climax triggered Tarshi's own, and I felt the tremors run through both of them as they found their release together. The pleasure was so overwhelming I could barely breathe, barely think beyond the sensation of being completely claimed by them. I felt them pull away, felt the warmth of Septimus’ cum between my legs and Antonius’ on my lips. My whole body hummed with pleasure.
Marcus reached out, taking hold of my legs, and pulling me around until my legs hung off the bed. Lifting them over his shoulders, he gazed down at me, his expression darker than normal. He reached down, taking his cock in his hand andrubbing it over my clit. I moaned, flinching back, already so sensitive.
“That was so fucking hot to watch,” Marcus told me. “And now it's my turn.”
He slammed into me so hard I saw stars. The force of Marcus's thrust drove all the air from my lungs, my back arching off the bed as he filled me completely. His grip on my thighs was bruising as he held me exactly where he wanted me, his dark eyes burning as he watched my face.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice rough with barely contained need. "After everything we just did, you're still so perfect around me."
I could only whimper in response, my hands fisting in the sheets as he began to move with devastating precision. Each thrust hit something deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids, the pleasure so intense it bordered on too much. My body was still trembling from my previous climaxes, every nerve ending hypersensitive to his touch.
"Look at me," Marcus commanded, and I forced my eyes open to meet his gaze. There was something possessive there, something that spoke of his need to claim me after watching the others have me. "I want to see your face when I make you come again."
"I can't," I gasped, the words barely coherent as he drove into me relentlessly. "Too much, Marcus, it's too—"
"You can," he said firmly, one hand sliding down to circle my clit with maddening precision. "You're going to come for me, just like you did for them.”
I could only moan in response, overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements and the possessive heat in his voice. Through the haze of pleasure, I was dimly aware of the others watching us—Antonius collapsed beside me on the bed, still breathing hard from his own release, while Tarshi and Septimus had settledtogether nearby, hands still moving over each other as they watched Marcus take me.
Marcus's rhythm was relentless, each thrust sending shockwaves through my core that built on the lingering sensitivity from my previous climaxes. I could feel another orgasm building despite my protests, my body responding to his skilled touch whether my mind thought it could handle more or not. The intensity in his eyes was unlike anything I'd ever seen from him before. There was a primal hunger there, something that went beyond mere desire into the realm of absolute possession. I could feel it through our bond—not just his physical need, but his desperate desire to claim me, to mark me as his in a way that would erase the memory of Taveth's hands on me earlier.
"I need to feel you come apart for me," he said, his voice rough with emotion I hadn't expected. "I need to know you're mine, that you're safe."
The vulnerability beneath his commanding tone made my heart clench. This wasn't just about pleasure—this was about reassurance, about proof that the bond between us was stronger than the darkness trying to tear us apart. I reached up to cup his face, feeling the tension in his jaw as he fought for control.
"I'm yours," I whispered, meaning it with every fibre of my being. "All of yours. Always."
Something shifted in his expression at my words, the possessive hunger softening into something deeper. His rhythm changed, becoming less frantic and more purposeful, each thrust deliberate and claiming. I could feel my body responding despite my exhaustion, pleasure building again in slow, devastating waves.
"That's it," he murmured, watching my face intently. "Let me see you. Let me feel you."
My third climax of the night built differently than the others—not the sharp crack of lightning, but like a tide slowly rising.
Marcus followed me over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hips jerking as he emptied himself deep inside me. The warmth of his release, combined with the way he collapsed forward to brace himself on his forearms above me, created a cocoon of safety that I desperately needed. He kissed me deeply, struggling for breath as he did, and I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting to let him go just yet.
After a moment, he pulled away, dark eyes glittering down at me as he unwrapped my legs from his waist.
“Let go, love. I’m not the only one who needs you.”
He moved backwards, and I raised myself up on my elbow to see Sirrax and Jalend looking down at me. Both were naked, Sirrax’s huge cock already rock hard, and I swallowed.
“I’m not sure…”
“Be gentle,” Sirrax said. He sat down next to me on the edge of the bed and lifted me onto his lap, my back pressed against his chest. Tipping my face back, he kissed me slowly, deeply, sending shivers down my spine. His hands settled on my waist, and I felt him lift me. I gasped as he lowered me onto his cock, slowly, letting me stretch to take him as always. I would never get used to the sheer size of him.
The sensation of being stretched around Sirrax's massive length never got easier, no matter how many times we'd done this. I gasped as he lowered me slowly onto him, my body trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation as I tried to accommodate his size. Every nerve ending was hypersensitive from the marathon session with the others, making even his gentle touch feel almost overwhelming.
"Breathe," he murmured against my ear, his deep voice a rumble that I felt as much as heard. His hands were steady onmy waist, supporting most of my weight as he let me adjust to him inch by excruciating inch.
