Page 41 of The Huntsman's Heart
Raban’s cock jumps and moisture leaks from the tip.
Corvin stands, and the two surround me so their wings screen us from the world, blanketing me in desire for both of them. It feels so perfect that I can’t imagine how I was satisfied with only one other to play with.
I watch as Raban lowers to his knees and crawls closer to Corvin. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and bring him closer to the other male, until Corvin’s cock sits on Raban’s tongue. Raban waits, mouth open, eyes on me. A shiver runs through me as I nudge him forward and he takes Corvin into his mouth. The way Corvin’s cock slides through Raban’s lips spikes pleasure through me from my core all the way out to the tips of my toes.
My fingers tighten in the long hair on the back of Raban’s neck. He moans. Soon we’re working Corvin’s cock faster, pumping up and down while Corvin’s head falls back. He reaches out, placing a hand on my shoulder to steady himself. The touch heightens my connection to the two of them, and I squeeze my legs together, savoring the wet press of slick lips.
I want to see them come apart; to hold their pleasure in my hand. To bring it into being. Pulling Raban’s hungry mouth from Corvin’s member, I guide him to stand.
“Take him,” I tell Corvin.
I back up against the wall so Raban can brace with his hands either side of my head, bending forward to give himself to Corvin. Raban’s face as Corvin enters him is so beautiful my body reacts, nipples tightening, core throbbing. His mouth falls open, and he lets out a long moan of pleasure as Corvin works his way inside.
I reach for him, pulling him down into a hungry kiss. Corvin thrusts into him from behind and I cling to him, all of us more and more excited as it goes on. I want to climb Raban, to take him inside myself as Corvin fucks him, but I never want to feel the pain of invasion again. So instead I reach down and grasp his cock, pumping him with my hand in time with Corvin’s thrusts.
Raban is shaking. His belly is taut, and his breathing comes in ragged bursts. I do not let up. Not even when he presses his eyes closed and rests his head on my shoulder. He nuzzles against me, and I have no defense against the warm soft feelings growing in my chest where my heart used to beat. I try to force them down again, but it’s no good. He’s so sweet in my arms, and when pleasure overtakes him, it seems to flow through me too.
The warm, sticky wetness in my hand comes too soon for my liking.
I lift my fingers to his lips and he licks them clean. “Thank you, princess.”
I look to Corvin, who still has not finished, beckoning to him. Leaving Raban’s body, he comes to me, and I stroke him with one hand while I hold Raban against me on the other side. Corvin’s jaw is tight. He can’t keep still as I work my hand up and down his shaft.
Behind him his wings are restless, snapping out and folding back again as he thrusts his hips. “Please, princess. Let me cum for you.”
So the act has a name. I smile. “You may cum.”
A shudder runs through him, and he braces over me with one muscled arm. With three strong pumps of his hips, he surges against me and cries out. Then he spends into my hand with a final groan, and I lift his liquid pleasure to his mouth just as I did for Raban.
Corvin lowers his head and sucks my fingers clean. Then in a profoundly erotic gesture, he turns his head and claims a kiss from Raban. I’m close enough to see the transfer of liquid between them and know Corvin has left his taste on Raban’s tongue.
I sigh. “You are both so beautiful. I think I will need to watch you many more times.”
Raban nuzzles close, and Corvin wraps his arms around both of us. “It would be our pleasure, princess, but do you not want us to please you as well?”
My body is still humming with pent up energy, but I hesitate. Eventually I shake my head. “No. Perhaps next time.”
I don’t mean it, though.
Alaric
I hear the soft moans from behind the wall, and my cock instantly stands to attention. It has only just subsided after she turned me against the stake and fucked me like her toy.
Gods, the humiliation of that moment, bent over and fucked like a woman. Yet the pleasure of knowing I was getting exactly what I deserved? I still do not have words for how I felt.
The moans on the other side of the wall are not hers. They’re masculine but pretty, and I immediately picture the two handsome gargoyles, light and dark, carved from the same stone. The princess has two of them back there, and that thought arouses many wicked ideas I had thought long forgotten. Ideas I didn’t think would occur to an innocent princess.
Apparently she is not so innocent any longer. And if she’s not, I have no one to blame but myself.
The knowledge that they get to touch her now makes jealousy twist like a knife in my guts.
I try to ignore it. I have no right—never had a right to take what I took from her. I know she’ll never let me touch her again. So why waste my energy wishing? I won’t take it from her again. Not like that.
When the three return to the courtyard, both males follow in her wake like they’re bound to her, and she glows with an irresistible power, her skin pale in the moonlight. I try to shift to get a better look at her, but the three hounds look ready to gnaw my arm off if I so much as move. They let out long, low growls. Their huge jaws drip with saliva, and they look like they would take great pleasure in it.
The arm would grow back of course, but I’m willing to bet it would not be a pleasant experience.
The princess leans down to pet the hounds, and they turn their heads into her palms like they weren’t just fantasizing about chewing off my limbs a moment ago.
