Page 43 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
“Fuck,” groaned Tarshi, jerking underneath her as I began to fuck her hard. “Fucking… gods…”
He’d expected me to go slow, to be gentle, but my Little Flame didn’t need gentle from me. Maybe that was what she got from him, but never from me. From me, she needed to be fucked hard. She was trembling between us, tears streaming down her face, but through our connection I could feel that it was pleasure, not pain, that made her cry. The mate bond sang with completion in a way I had never experienced before, as if this was what it had been building toward all along.
I drove into her harder, establishing a brutal rhythm that had her crying out with every thrust. The feeling of being buried deep inside her while my brother filled her from below wasoverwhelming—a completeness I hadn't known I was searching for. Through our bond, I could feel her pleasure spiking dangerously high, her body stretched to its limits but craving more.
Tarshi's hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs working her nipples as we found a rhythm together. When I pulled back, he thrust up, keeping her constantly filled, constantly stretched. The sounds she made were inhuman—broken cries and gasps that spoke of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
The shadows writhed around us, feeding on the raw intensity of our claiming. For once, their whispers aligned perfectly with my own desires. They urged me to take her harder, deeper, to mark her so thoroughly that no one would ever question who she belonged to.
"Please," she gasped, her hands clutching at Tarshi's arms where they wrapped around her waist. "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can take it," I growled, my voice rougher than I intended as the shadows fed on my arousal. "You were made for this, Little Flame. Made to take both of us."
Through our bond, I could feel her overwhelming sensation—the stretch and fullness of having us both inside her, the way pleasure and intensity blurred together until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Her body was trembling violently, caught between us as we moved in counterpoint, one of us driving deep as the other withdrew.
"Look at her," Tarshi panted beneath us, his voice rough with strain. "Look how perfectly she takes us both."
I looked down at where we were joined, at the way her body stretched to accommodate us, and felt my control threatening to snap completely. The sight of her stretched around both of us, the way she trembled and gasped our names, sent fire racingthrough my veins. The shadows urged me deeper, harder, and for once I gave in to their demands without reservation.
I grabbed her hips, using the leverage to drive into her with punishing force. Each thrust pushed her further down onto Tarshi's cock, creating a rhythm that had her sobbing with pleasure between us. Through our mate bond, I could feel her climbing toward something massive, her body coiling tighter with each stroke.
"That's it," I growled. "Take us both. Show us how much you need this."
Her response was a broken cry that might have been my name, her head thrown back against Tarshi's shoulder as we claimed her completely. I could feel my brother's rhythm faltering beneath us, his own control slipping as we drove each other toward the edge.
The shadows around us pulsed with our shared arousal, feeding on the raw intensity of our joining. I had never felt so complete, so utterly satisfied by another's surrender. This was what I had been searching for without knowing it—not just her submission to me, but this perfect unity between the three of us.
"I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice breaking on the words. "I can't... please..."
She screamed again, her back arching as another climax tore through her. I could feel it through our bond—the way pleasure crashed over her in waves so intense they bordered on overwhelming. Her inner walls clenched around me, milking my cock as she shuddered between us.
The shadows around us writhed with violent satisfaction, feeding on the raw intensity of our claiming. They whispered their approval, urging me to take more, claim more, mark her so deeply that she would never forget who she belonged to.
I reached between us, coating my fingers in her delicious wetness as I began to circle her clit. She sobbed my name andthen my brothers, her hands tearing at the furs on the bed as she gave up any farce of control. I pounded into her relentlessly, chasing my own release as she convulsed around us. The feeling of her climax rippling through both our connections was intoxicating—I could feel not just her pleasure, but the echo of it through Tarshi's bond with her as well. It created a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to drive me over the edge immediately.
But I held on, driven by something darker than mere pleasure. The shadows whispered their satisfaction as I claimed her, as I proved my ownership alongside my brother. This was what they had wanted all along—complete domination, total surrender, the kind of possession that left no room for doubt or escape.
Through our bond, I felt her third wave building, her oversensitive body climbing toward something that would shatter her completely. Tarshi's hands moved to her throat, not squeezing but claiming, his fingers tracing the marks that already decorated her skin—mine, his, Sirrax's. The visual reminder of her other bonds should have driven me to jealous fury, but instead it only heightened my arousal. She belonged to all of us, and we to her.
“Do you like this, Little Dragon?” I heard Tarshi murmur into her ear. “Do you love being fucked by me and my brother at the same time? Do you love the feeling of our cocks deep inside you?”
"Yes," she sobbed, her voice breaking as I drove deeper into her. "Gods, yes, I love it. I love feeling both of you inside me."
"Fuck," he gasped, his rhythm becoming desperate as he chased his own release. "I'm going to come inside you, Livia. Going to fill this perfect ass while my brother fills your pussy."
Her broken moan at his words sent fire racing through my veins, and I felt my control finally beginning to fracture. The shadows roared their approval as I drove into her harder,chasing the release that had been building since the moment I'd seen my brother holding her.
"Come for us," I commanded, my voice rough with power and need. "Come on our cocks, Little Flame. Show us who you belong to."
Her answer was a wordless scream as her third climax crashed over her, more violent than the others. Her body convulsing so violently I thought she might break apart in our arms. My climax hit me like lightning, tearing through my body with an intensity that made my vision white out. I drove deep into her one final time, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her. The shadows exploded outward from me, extinguishing several light orbs as raw power poured out of me unchecked.
Beneath us, I felt Tarshi's own release hit him, his body going rigid as he filled her from below. The sensation of him coming while buried inside her, separated from my own cock by barely anything, sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I crashed forward on top of them, wrenching her to the side and pulling her legs tight around me. I forced myself as deep into her pussy as I could, my cum still filling her up as she held onto me and sobbed into my chest. I felt Tarshi’s cock twitch inside her as he gently pulled out, but I wasn’t moving. Not yet. The shadows had receded completely, and I felt like the sun was beating down on me after a long cold winter. Her sun. Her flame. As she trembled in my arms, I held her tight, feeling more like myself than I had in such a long time, it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
Eventually, my breathing returned to normal, and I felt my cock finally softening inside her. Even then, I was reluctant to withdraw, to break this perfect connection between the three of us. But Livia was trembling with exhaustion, her body pushed far beyond its limits, and I knew she needed care more than I needed to remain buried inside her.
I pulled out slowly, watching as my seed spilled from her well-used body. The sight should have satisfied the possessive part of me, but instead I felt only tenderness for this woman who had given us everything she had. Tarshi was already moving, gathering her against his chest and murmuring soft words of comfort as aftershocks continued to ripple through her.
"I've got you," he whispered, his hands gentle as they smoothed over her sweat-dampened skin. "You were perfect, love. So perfect."
