Page 150 of Amethyst and Iron
But then that dark, erotic look sparked in his eyes and he lunged at her, shoved down her pajama shorts, then gathered his own sticky cum and wiped it between her legs. She gasped and grabbed at his nape for purchase as he sank two fingers into her, feeding it into her. “Spread,” he ordered, slapping the insides of her thighs with his free hand.
She did, burying her face in his shoulder while she held him to her as he thrust, twisted, and pumped into her, while his thumb brushed over her clit, faster and faster, until she was trembling all over.
“Mmm… feel all my sticky cum coating your sweet little cunt? You’re taking it so well, my Dark Beauty. Look at you riding my hand and fucking loving it.”
Through all the filth, an idea came to mind as I looked from them to Lazriel still writhing beneath me and getting more worked up as he took in what Sylas was doing. Lazriel had been away so long. He’d just been able to taste me, my blood. But he hadn’t had a taste of Velra yet—nor of the two of them together.
I caught Sylas’ eye, then wrenched Lazriel onto his hands and knees and dragged him over to Velra. Sylas yanked his fingers free, making her lurch and scream out, her nails digging into his pecs as he took her over the edge from the sudden rough movement and she came all over the sheets.
Lazriel finished my job for me, so worked up that he lunged, grasped Velra’s hips, then shoved his head between her thighs from behind and thrust his tongue deep inside her, tasting her and Sylas within her all at once. He snarled and moaned, his ass swaying and bucking, so deliciously needy.
Sylas smirked and slapped Lazriel’s ass cheeks.
He then dipped low and spat into his hole, all while stroking Velra’s hair that had fallen in curtains about her face as she hung her head in her overwhelmed state, while she screamed as Lazriel tormented her.
Lazriel slashed his tongue all over Velra’s sweetness, before thrusting back inside and making her lurch forward with a gasping curse.
A sharp jolt of filth-induced pleasure shot through me as Sylas finished spitting into Lazriel’s asshole, then dipped two fingers inside, swirling the mixture around and groaning at the sight and Lazriel’s trembles in response, him becoming absolutely feral over Velra.
What was he doing to me?
I hadn’t gravitated toward the filth of it all before… but this… now… it had shifted.
“Take him,” Sylas said, obviously seeing how very on-the-edge I was. “He’s ready. But he needs her too.”
Yes, I knew he did. He had been apart from Velra for far too long, and it had clearly been straining on him. The same had occurred on her end as well.
Velra screamed and then sprayed all over Lazriel’s cheeks, mouth, and chin.
He lapped up her taste ravenously, then she reached back, wanting more of him, clearly for him to take her from behind.
“I need to see you,” he told her.
And then he flipped her onto her back and descended on her, his hands slapping down either side of her head.
Her eyes flamed purple with her Dark Fae power, and then she grasped his shoulders, and Sylas and I watched her frost travelling along his skin. He groaned as she cooled his heated, feverish state, while pleasuring him at the same time.
He threw his head back as he dragged his cock over her sweetness, to her stomach, back and forth. “Say it. Please,” he choked, emotion taking him.
He didn’t need to spell it out.
Not with her.
Not with any of us.
She grasped the sides of his face, stroking his cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. “I need you. Sink inside me, sweets.” Her eyes flamed. “Fuck me.Now.”
Sylas smirked. Yes, I’d come to see how much he enjoyed her taking her pleasure and even demanding it often now as well.
Lazriel shifted his grip to her hips, then thrust inside her, filling her so deep in one long, forceful stroke.
“Ah!Yes!”she cried, looping her arms around his neck and dragging him down to her.
Sylas reached out and toyed with her breasts, tweaking her already hard nipples and making her squirm.
Lazriel’s long and deep thrusts picked up pace, and he started to move toward his feral state, becoming rougher, harsher, her breasts bouncing, her nails scraping his skin.
I slicked my cock with my magic, then snagged Lazriel’s right hip as I pushed my crown against his asshole that was now dripping with Sylas’ saliva from his earlier preparation.
