Page 16 of Bound and Beguiled

Mared wove her fingers through mine, our joined hands coming to rest warmly on my abdomen. She and Emyr were silent, ears curled as they listened.

“After what happened with Franklin, I consider myself Bandless. Just waiting for one of the Keepers to notice and make it official. But I don’t regret the choices I made, so I’m not too bothered by the idea of disappointing Ymet more than I already have.” I shrugged, aiming for an air of casualness. There was more to it, of course, but I didn’t want to get into it. All this emotional baggage was already killing the mood.

“Welll,” Emyr dragged out the word, picking up on the finality in my tone. He trailed his fingers down my arm, over my hip, and boldly cupped my ass cheek in his long-fingered hand. Letting out a humming chuckle, he pulled me close, rolling slightly so we both pressed into Mared, who spread her legs to cradle us. “I’mnot disappointed. The opposite, in fact. But if it makes you feel better, I can be your god tonight.”

Chapter Eight

Ilaughed, but it choked off into a moan when he spread my legs with his knee and ground his hardening cock against me. His ridges bumped over my suddenly sensitive tissues and light burst behind my eyes.

“Have you ever eaten pussy, Reza? Can I call you Reza?” he rasped in my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I mean, no, I haven’t, and yes, you can.”

He chuckled and nipped my jaw. “Do you want to?”

“God, yes.”

Mared purred and rocked her hips against me, dropping open mouthed kisses on my shoulder. Her tongue piercing was firm and cool, and I tightened my fingers around hers spasmodically.

Emyr reared up and stood beside the bed, fully and achingly erect. His magic rose. Invisible hands positioned us effortlessly, sliding Mared up to recline against the pillows and turning me until I was on my knees and elbows between her spread legs.

I heard a groan behind me. Hands squeezed my cheeks, then a palm came down with a light slap. I arched my back reflexively, and Emyr groaned again.

“I’m going to fuck this ass, sweetheart. Not today. Not without prep. And not until you’re begging me. But, gods, it’s going to be so good.” He’d climbed back onto the bed, and was rolling his hips against me, sliding his shaft along the crease of my ass.

“Ok,” I muttered breathlessly, distracted. Mared was spread out before me, deep pink lips glistening like a ripe peach surrounded by the furry softness of her thighs. I’d never been face to face with another woman like this, so to speak, and I was mesmerized.

One of her hands was petting gently over my hair, and the other slid down her body, two fingers spreading her folds until she was fully exposed to my wondering stare. A hoop glittered in the flesh just above her clit, which she flicked lightly before circling the small bud with one finger, sliding it lower to sink into her hole. She offered it to me, shining with her wetness.

My tongue flicked out, licking her fingertip. Musky. Salty. Tangy. I moaned, and sucked her finger deep, licking it clean. I had to have more. I buried my face in her pussy, lapping and kissing and sucking with absolutely no plan, all thoughts silenced as my world narrowed to taste, touch, and her every tremble and moan.

Time restarted when she cried out my name, hips pulsing against my face as her nails sank into my scalp. A fresh surge of wetness gushed from her, and when she slapped my head weakly, I stopped nursing her clit—she seemed to especially like that—and rubbed my face gently over her, coating myself in her juices.

Emyr’s hand fisted in my hair, raising my head, and I whimpered. My ass was slick with his precum, my own wetness dripping down my thighs. My back stung, crisscrossing scratches laid across it that in the moment had just been one more layer of sensation, but now made my hips twist as I arched.

“Delicious, isn’t she?” he purred. He glided a finger through my sopping folds, angling my head so I could watch him slip the wet digit between his lips. “Such good girls. So wet. So beautiful. I want to make a mess of you, Reza. Cover you in cum until you’re dripping and let Mared clean you up. Would you two like that?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” Mared moaned, squeezing her nipples. She looked down at me and licked her lips.

“Yes,” I echoed, panting at the thought.

“Can I fuck you? Fill up your pretty cunt?” Emyr’s fingers danced over my labia with a frustratingly light touch.

“God, yes,” I growled, pushing back against him. The pressure building in me was intense. I may have never had an orgasm before, but I knew one was coming. If they’d just give me a little...bit...more.

“That’s good,” he chuckled. “I want you to do something for me. Slip two of those strong little fingers into our girl, like this.”

First one, then a second finger pressed deep into me, and I gasped, dropping my face to Mared’s thigh with a shudder. He pumped them slowly, giving me a chance to adjust. Just his fingers were a stretch, and twin flames of fear and excitement burned through me as I remembered the size of his cock. And the ridges.

I sucked in an uneven breath and adjusted my weight to free my right arm. Mared’s channel was silky and hot around my fingers, and I couldn’t help myself from turning my head to flick my tongue over her clit. She moaned and throbbed around me.

“Mmhmm,” Emyr encouraged. The head of his dick trailed across my ass, leaving wetness in its wake. “Now curl your fingers, like this, as you stroke.”

His fingers rubbed over something that made my whole body arch like I’d been electrocuted, and he cursed, fisting his hand in my hair to hold me still.

I whined.

Mared murmured encouragingly as I mimicked him. “A little higher, love. Yes.” Her breathing grew choppy, matching my strokes. “Right there. Harder. Oh, fuck!” My fingers were pistoning into her now, slick, wet sounds and moans filling the air as she writhed beneath me.

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