Page 103 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
A warm chuckle came from behind me, and I realized Marcus had moved closer. His large hands settled on my waist, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above my hipbones. "She knows exactly what she's doing," he said, amusement threading through his voice. "Don't let that innocent look fool you."
Before I could protest, Antonius's mouth returned to me with renewed fervour, and whatever witty response I'd been forming dissolved into a moan that seemed to echo off the stone walls. The combination of his skilled tongue and the fingers still working inside me—Tarshi's, I realized, recognizing the particular way he curved them—was rapidly driving me toward the edge.
I wanted to protest, to maintain some shred of dignity, but then Septimus's fingers joined Tarshi's inside me, and I lost the ability to form coherent words. The climax crashed over me like a refreshing wave, and I trembled against my shadow bonds as the tremors wracked my body. Then Taveth was there, tilting my head to the side and taking me in a heated kiss. The kiss was deep and possessive, his tongue exploring my mouth while the aftershocks of my climax still rippled through me. When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, my lips swollen and tingling. The shadows holding me shifted slightly, adjusting my position as my body went limp with satisfaction.
"One," Sirrax said with obvious satisfaction, and I realized through my pleasure-hazed mind that they were keeping score.
“Mine,” growled Taveth, he backed up, lowering himself down onto the couch and the shadows moved me with him, lifting me away from the others. I looked down to see his hand wrapped around his cock as he watched me drift closer. My dark bonds pulled my legs wider, positioning me as they lowered me down and I gasped as I felt myself sink down onto him.
The feeling of him filling me so completely after the intensity of my climax made me cry out, my head falling back as pleasure crashed through me again. The shadows adjusted my position perfectly, supporting my weight while allowing me to feel every inch of him inside me. Taveth's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he fought for control.
"Perfect," he breathed, his voice strained. "You feel so perfect."
I tried to move, to ride him the way I wanted, but the shadow bonds held me exactly where he wanted me. The helplessness of it, the way he controlled my every movement through his magic, sent fresh heat spiralling through my core. I was completely at their mercy, suspended between pleasure and desperation.
"Please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.
"Please what?" Taveth asked, though his smirk told me he knew exactly what I wanted. The shadows lifted me slightly, then lowered me back down at an agonizingly slow pace.
I felt another presence behind me, and then Marcus' hands were on my shoulders, his mouth finding the curve of my neck. "Such a greedy little thing," he murmured against my skin. "One of us inside you isn't enough, is it?"
Before I could answer, I felt the press of his finger against my ass, slick with something—oil, I realized dimly. My breath caught as he began to work them inside me, the stretch and burn making me arch between them.
"That's it," Marcus murmured, his voice rough with desire as he worked a second finger inside me. "Relax for me, beautiful."
The combination of sensations was overwhelming—Taveth's cock stretching me perfectly while the shadows held me immobile, Marcus's fingers preparing me with patient care, and the knowledge that the others were watching every moment of my surrender. Tarshi lowered himself onto the couch next to his twin, the sight of them together thrilled me, identical in every way now Taveth’s eyes had returned a beautiful black. Tarshi sipped his hand between us, his fingertips circling my clit and I moaned, falling forward against Taveth’s chest, my head resting on his shoulder. The bonds loosened and faded away as his hands settled on my hips, gently rocking me back and forth over his cock.
“Ready, my love?” Marcus’ voice came from behind me, and I nodded. I felt him position himself behind me, the blunt head ofhis cock pressing against where his fingers had been. "Breathe for me, love."
I tried to relax as he pushed forward slowly, the stretch and burn making me gasp. The sensation of being filled by both of them at once was indescribable—overwhelming and perfect and too much and not nearly enough all at once. Taveth's hands tightened on my hips as he fought to stay still, letting me adjust to the dual invasion.
"Gods," I breathed when Marcus was finally seated fully inside me. I felt completely claimed, completely owned by these men who loved me with such fierce devotion.
Marcus leaned down as he filled me, brushing my hair away from my ear. “Tonight, sweet one, your ass is mine. But from tomorrow, I’m planning to fuck that sweet pussy of yours over and over again until I’ve bred you.”
I moaned as he pulled out and slammed back inside me. The words sent shockwaves through my already overwhelmed system. Bred. The thought of carrying his child, of my belly swelling with proof of our love, made my inner walls clench around both of them. I felt Taveth's sharp intake of breath as my body responded, his fingers digging deeper into my hips.
"You like that idea," Marcus growled against my ear, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more possessive. "The thought of being full of my seed, of giving me an heir."
I couldn't form words, could only moan as they began to move in rhythm—Taveth lifting his hips to drive deeper while Marcus pulled back, then reversing the motion until I was caught in a perfect storm of sensation. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, pleasure building to impossible heights.
“I want to watch your belly grow round with my child,” Marcus said, his hands cupping my breasts as he fucked me slowly and deeply. “Then when mine is born, another of us will breed you, over and over again…”
“Fuck, that’s a future I fucking want to see,” groaned Septimus. He stood beside me in front of Tarshi, his hand pumping over his cock and I reached out for him, pulling him close enough to run my tongue over the head.
The taste of him on my tongue, the salt and heat of him, made me moan around his length. Septimus's hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. The vibrations of my moans seemed to drive him wild, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"That's it, love," he breathed, his voice strained. "Take more of me."
I opened my mouth wider, letting him slide deeper while my body moved between Marcus and Taveth in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. The sounds filling the room were intoxicating—groans and gasps and the wet slide of bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Through my pleasure-hazed vision, I caught sight of Jalend and Antonius watching from near the fire, their hands moving over their own cocks as they drank in the sight of me being claimed so thoroughly. The knowledge that they were watching, that they were arousing themselves to the sight of my surrender, sent fresh heat spiralling through my core.
Tarshi sat up, shifting forward until he could kiss me, dragging my mouth to his for a few moments, before turning me back onto Septimus’ cock. Septimus groaned, as Tarshi’s mouth joined mine, our tongues dancing together over his shaft. I slid my mouth down over his length, then back up, before Tarshi did the same.
“Fuck,” hissed Septimus, his hand tightening in my hair as he wrapped his other hand around the back of Tarshi’s neck, holding him steady as he forced his way down his throat. Marcus slipped his hand around my neck, pulling me back against his chest. His pace was becoming more urgent behind me, histhrusts deeper and more possessive. "Going to fill you up," he growled against my neck. "Going to mark you as mine from the inside out."
The second orgasm hit me like lightning, my entire body convulsing between them. I felt Marcus's grip tighten on my hips as my muscles clenched around him, heard Taveth's sharp intake of breath as I squeezed him impossibly tight.
