Page 168 of A Crown of Lies

Aryn cursed and tried to thrust deeper, but he could barely move at all with the way he was being held. All he could do was stand there on trembling legs while Mercia’s head bobbed up and down at whatever speed she chose. He had always hated being helpless, but this… He loved this, loved that he could trust them both, that there were no rules to this but the onestheymade. This was freedom, blissful, weightless freedom to do whatever he wanted, with whomever and never, ever wonder if he was just another piece in their game.

He let his head fall against Niro’s chest and quit fighting so hard against Niro’s hold.

Niro nipped at his earlobe. “There you are, little bird. How’s that feel?”

The only answer he could manage was a distracted grunt.

He let go of one of Aryn’s arms, but kept it pinned with his body. His hand trailed down over Aryn’s stomach. Aryn moaned when Niro’s fist wrapped around the base of his cock. Mercia’s lips retreated, her tongue swirling around the tip while Niro took a turn stroking him.

“Look,” Niro urged. “Look at what a good girl you have, little bird.”

Aryn opened his eyes and looked down. He shuddered as Mercia licked a heavy bead of liquid from the tip of his cock.

“Mmm, say that again, Niro,” Saya teased, pumping two fingers in and out of Mercia now. “I think she likes it.”

“That she’s a good girl?” Niro grinned and kissed Aryn’s cheek, straining to lean forward. “She is, though. Look at what a good job she does, sucking off my little bird. She’s almost as starved for it as I am. I like watching her enjoy you both. Is she good and wet for you, Saya?”

“Very,” Saya replied, and leaned forward to drag her tongue over Mercia.

Mercia cried out, the sound muffled by the way Niro shoved her head further down Aryn’s cock. Aryn’s hips jerked at the sudden surge of wetness and warmth. He wanted to bury himself in it, and since Niro had moved his hand away, he had a little leeway to try.

“Mercia,” he panted, voice rough. “Mercia, gods…”

“Hm,” Niro said, sounding unimpressed. He put a hand to Mercia’s forehead to get her to stop.

Aryn sagged against Niro’s hold, but his cock strained and throbbed. He let out a low, needy sound as Niro moved to wrap a hand around Aryn’s throat, tipping his head for a deep, claiming kiss. He let Aryn’s arm go, reaching down to free himself. His cock sprang free, slapping almost obnoxiously against the hard lines of his abdomen.

“That’s enough foreplay,” Niro declared, looping an arm around Aryn’s waist and pulling him away from Mercia. There was a surge of hot jealousy in Aryn’s gut, but only for a moment, as Niro helped Mercia to her feet and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. “Show my wife a good time and I’ll take good care of our little bird. But stay where he can watch. I think he’ll enjoy the show.”

Mercia flashed Aryn a wicked grin and helped Saya to her feet. Mercia backed toward the other side of the desk, pulling Saya along with her. She hopped up onto the Primarch’s desk and spread her legs wide. Aryn muttered an amazed curse and fisted his cock as Saya knelt between Mercia’s legs.

Niro barely gave him time to enjoy the show before pulling Aryn to the other side. Aryn’s face flushed as Niro picked him up and sat him on the desk. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect until Niro climbed up onto the desk with him, straddling his thighs. He was momentarily distracted by all the moaning going on behind him until Niro pushed him onto his back and shifted higher. Oh, fuck, fuck. He was going to—

Niro spat messily on his hand before reaching behind himself to grab Aryn’s cock and position it. Aryn’s breathing sped up as the tip, already slick with Mercia’s spit and his pre-cum, came to rest against the tight pucker of Niro’s ass.

Niro lifted Aryn’s hands, kissed them each once, and then placed them on his hips. “Hold on,” he said and eased down onto Aryn in a long, agonizingly slow glide.

He gripped Niro’s hips so tight, that he was sure it would leave bruises, shuddering the whole time. Everything in him screamed that he should move, but he couldn’t, not with Niro’s weight settled on top of him. Maybe he was the one technically in the top role, but again, Niro was wholly in control.

Niro tipped his head back and let out a low moan as he went down as far as he could go. His cock twitched against Aryn’s navel, spilling several drops. “You feel so good, little bird.”

Aryn let out a pleasured groan as Niro shifted, leaning forward slightly, one big hand resting on Aryn’s chest. He lifted himself up Aryn’s length before quickly slamming himself back down. Hard.

“Fuck!” Aryn managed, fingers digging in deeper.

That was all the warning he got. Suddenly, Niro was riding him hard and fast, fucking himself on Aryn’s cock like he’d needed this more than anything. His ass started coming down on Aryn’s hips so hard, Aryn knew it should have hurt, but it didn’t. Even the pain felt good. He was lost in it, in the increasingly desperate moaning and wet sounds coming from the other side of the desk. He looked up and saw Mercia’s body tilted, her eyes closed, one hand cupping her breast while her face… Gods, that expression was pure bliss. The high-pitched sounds of pleasure coming out of her were sounds he never could’ve wrung from her on his own. He wanted more than anything to kiss her, but she was out of reach. Instead, he risked lifting one hand from Niro’s hips to twine his fingers in hers.

“Don’t let go!” Niro pleaded, sweat dripping down his chest, his neck. Aryn wanted to lick it up. “Don’t let go now! I… I’m about to—”

And of course, that was when the desk broke. The surface bowed inward with a resounding crack. Mercia yelped and scrambled away quickly.

Aryn wasn’t so lucky. Niro had started to cum at the worst possible time, painting Aryn’s chest in thick ribbons of it as the desk bowed beneath him. The surprising crack should’ve been enough to halt everything, but when Niro’s body started spasming around Aryn, he couldn’t stop himself from tipping over the edge too. In the end, they wound up holding onto each other to keep from falling, but every instinctual twitch or thrust that enveloped their bodies in the throes of pleasure threatened to topple the poor desk.

“Are you all right, little bird?” Niro asked, cupping Aryn’s cheek.

Aryn shuddered, gripping Niro tight. “We brokeRuith’sdesk. He was planning on taking this with him.” Aryn put a hand over his face. “Fuck, he’s going to be pissed.”

Niro groaned and carefully climbed down, helping Aryn up. Mercia handed them a towel from the bathroom and they cleaned up as best they could before stepping back to examine the damage.

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