Page 107 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
Antonius pressed forward slowly, and I gasped at the initial stretch. Even with his careful preparation, my body trembled as I fought to accommodate them both, every nerve ending singing with the intensity of it.
"Gods," I breathed, my nails digging into Sirrax's chest as Antonius worked himself deeper. "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can," Antonius murmured against my ear, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're doing perfectly, little one. Just breathe."
I tried to focus on the rhythm of my breathing, on the gentle encouragement in his voice, on Sirrax's steady presence beneath me. The slow burn of him entering me while Sirrax filled me completely made me sob with pleasure, my nails digging into the dragon's chest as I fought to accommodate them both.
"Gods," I gasped, my voice breaking as Antonius worked himself deeper. The stretch was incredible, overwhelming, teetering on the edge between pleasure and too much. But my body seemed determined to accept them both, opening for them with a willingness that would have embarrassed me if I'd had any coherent thoughts left.
Through our bond, I felt Sirrax's fierce satisfaction at sharing me this way, his possessiveness warring with the primal pleasure of watching me take another male while he claimed me. The contradiction should have been confusing, but in my pleasure-hazed state it only added to the intoxicating mix of sensations flooding my system.
“There’s my girl,” Antonius murmured. “Such a good girl, taking two huge cocks at once.”
The sensation was indescribable—being stretched impossibly full, claimed so completely that I could barely remember where I ended and they began. My body trembled between them as I tried to process the overwhelming fullness, the way they seemed to complete some part of me I hadn't even known was empty.
"Perfect," Sirrax growled beneath me, his golden eyes blazing with satisfaction. Through our bond, I felt his primal pleasure at having me like this—shared but still fundamentally his, marked by his presence even as another claimed me. The possessive satisfaction radiating from him made my inner walls flutter around both ofthem.
"So tight," Antonius breathed against my ear, his voice strained with the effort of remaining still. "Gods, little one, you feel incredible."
I couldn't form words, could only whimper as they began to move in careful coordination. The friction was exquisite torture—every thrust sending lightning through my body, every withdrawal leaving me desperate for them to fill me again. They found their rhythm quickly, one pulling back as the other pressed deeper, keeping me constantly filled and stretched and claimed.
Through the haze of pleasure, I became dimly aware of the others watching, and the knowledge only heated my blood further. I felt Marcus's hand stroke over my hair, his touch both soothing and arousing as he knelt beside where I was caught between Sirrax and Antonius.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Taking them both so perfectly. Such a beautiful sight."
I felt myself clench around both men inside me. Sirrax's answering growl vibrated through his chest, and through our bond I felt his spike of pleasure at my body's response.
"I want to see you come again," Marcus continued, his hand trailing down to where Sirrax and I were joined. "Want to watch you fall apart while they fill you completely."
"I can't," I gasped, though even as I said it, I could feel another climax building impossibly deep in my core. "It's too much, I can't take anymore..."
"Yes, you can," Jalend's voice came from somewhere to my left, warm and encouraging. "You're incredible, love. Look how perfectly you take them both."
The praise, the way they all watched me with such reverence and desire, made my head spin. I felt utterly worshipped, completely claimed, stretched beyond what I'd thought possible and yet somehow my body was already responding again, already climbing toward another peak.
I caught glimpses of Marcus stroking himself as he watched, his weathered face flushed with arousal. Septimus and Tarshihad moved closer together, their hands working over each other's bodies as they drank in the sight of me being claimed so thoroughly. Even Taveth had roused himself from his post-climax haze, shadows dancing lazily around his fingers as he watched with dark, hungry eyes. I was the centre of their desire, the focus of all their attention, and it made me feel powerful even in my complete submission to the two men claiming me.
"Look at them," Antonius murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. "Look how hard they are, watching you take us both. They love seeing you like this—stretched wide, completely ours."
His words made me clench around them involuntarily, drawing groans from all three of us. The sound seemed to echo off the stone walls, mixing with the crackling of the fire and the soft sounds of pleasure from our audience.
"I'm going to come," I gasped, feeling my sixth climax building like a tidal wave in my blood. The dual stimulation was too much, too intense, and I could feel my body preparing to shatter between them.
"Then come," Sirrax commanded, his golden eyes boring into mine through our bond. "Come on our cocks while they watch," Sirrax commanded, his voice rough with his own approaching release.
The climax that tore through me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. My body convulsed between them, every muscle seizing as pleasure crashed through me in waves so intense I saw stars behind my closed eyelids. I screamed as the sensation overwhelmed every nerve ending, my body clamping down on both of them so tightly that they both groaned in response.
"Six," someone gasped—Jalend, I thought, though my mind was too scattered to be certain. The number seemed to floatin the air around us, a testament to how thoroughly they had claimed me tonight.
“Now, Little Warrior,” gasped Sirrax, thrusting up hard into me over and over again. His hands gripped my hips bruisingly tight as he thrust up into me one final time, his roar echoing off the stone walls as he filled me with his seed. The sensation of him coming inside me, hot and claiming, sent another aftershock rippling through me. He began to swell inside me, his knot expanding, locking him inside me, triggering yet another orgasm.
“Fuck,” shouted Antonius, his body jerking as he came, the pressure of Sirrax’s knot milking every last drop of cum from his body. He dragged himself backwards, gasping, and I collapsed forward onto Sirrax, as my body began to pulse with climax after climax. Tears ran down my face, but they were from the overwhelming intensity of sensation, from being so completely claimed and filled and loved that my body didn't know how to process it all. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as Sirrax's knot held me locked against him, his seed filling me while my muscles continued to flutter and pulse around him.
"Shh," Sirrax rumbled beneath me, his large hands stroking soothingly down my back as I trembled against his chest. "I've got you, mate. You're safe."
I noticed no one mentioned a number this time and smiled at the thought. They’d lost count at seven. Through our connection, I felt his deep satisfaction at having knotted me, at marking me so completely while the others watched. But underneath the primal possessiveness was something infinitely tender—concern for my wellbeing, love so fierce it made my chest tight with emotion. I felt hands stroking my hair, my back, gentle touches meant to soothe as my body trembled. As the final waves of pleasure washed over me, I breathed in the warm, sweet scent of the fire mingled with the earthy musk of our bodies. The worldaround me faded, leaving only the soft crackle of the flames and the rhythmic sounds of our shared breaths.
Every kiss, every caress, every playful tease from each of them had woven together a tapestry of devotion that enveloped me like a warm embrace. I looked around at their faces, illuminated by the flickering light, and saw only love reflected back at me—unconditional and fierce.
