Page 22 of Bound and Beguiled

“Fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m sorry, Sir! I’m, aaah—” My head jerked up as Emyr’s wail cut through the air. Kynan growled, licking the back of the other man’s neck where he’d just bitten. His hands tore down Emyr’s sides, leaving bloody furrows as claws I hadn’t known he possessed dug into his hips. He ground his still covered groin against Emyr’s ass and sank his teeth in again.

Emyr’s cock pulsed, so swollen it had to hurt. The tip was flushed and dark, precum dripping in a steady stream as he keened.

My eyelids drooped and my mouth fell open. Beneath me, Mared groaned as my spread cunt drooled around Efa’s fingers. It was maddening. She touched me just fucking right, and it felt so godsbedamned good, but every time I started to build she’d hum and pull her fingers free, dragging her nails lightly up my thighs or tugging at my sopping curls until the looming orgasm faded again.

Kynan’s eyes sharpened on my face, and he pulled his mouth free, wrenching Emyr’s head to point in my direction. “Look how hungry our girl is. Did she wrap those lips around your pretty cock, Pet?”

Emyr shook his head, panting. “We were going to—this morning.”

“Well, we can’t leave her wanting, can we?” Kynan murmured. “But I don’t think you’ve earned that. Not yet.” He stood up, and Emyr scrambled off the bed after him. Kynan loomed over me, wide chest blocking the light as he planted his feet on either side of Mared’s prone form. He pet my hair, sweetly, then gathered it into one big fist.

My eyes fluttered closed. He didn’t say anything, but he must have given Emyr some kind of command, because Mared yelped beneath me, and Efa tutted.

“If you break the rules and make her come, Princeling, you’re wearing the cage for two days.”

Both Mared and Emyr groaned, but the sound of slurping continued.

“Undress me,” Kynan growled.

He was only wearing a kilt, and under normal circumstances pulling the pleated hide off would be easy. I inhaled the musky leather smell as I tugged with my teeth. It was difficult, and Kynan didn’t help. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, legs spread, staring down at me.

The last snap gave, and I stared. He was thick. Not as long as Emyr, and straight as an arrow, but he had to be as wide as a dwarven ale bottle. Fat ridges swirled up his length to the deep purple head. And, by the oath, he was pierced. A pair of silver bars were set horizontally through the head, and three rings glittered along the seam of his velvety balls. “It’s not going to fit,” I breathed, tears prickling my eyes.

“It’ll fit,” he disagreed. “I can help,” he offered, hovering his fingers by my jaw in silent question. I nodded, and tingling warmth eased through me. When I sighed, he tightened his grip in my hair and pressed against my lips.

Efa’s hand clamped over the column of rope at my spine and twisted as she speared two fingers deep into me.

I gasped, then my mouth was full of cock. Kynan was right. It did fit. He thrust deep, making me gag, and pulled me back by the hair until I could drag in a breath.

I’d clenched around Efa’s fingers, flooding them, and she chuckled against my neck. “Oh, yes. Our girl likes that.”

Kynan grunted, burying both hands in my hair, and fucked himself with my face.

I would have screamed, but I could only manage watery gurgles as my mouth was filled again and again. Efa cupped her hand teasingly over my sex, holding me firm with magical hands when I tried to squirm. One touch. That’s all it would take.

Mared’s hair whipped my thighs as she flailed beneath me, trapped in the same evil holding pattern.

“Such a hot little slut,” Kynan grunted, pulling back and using his thumbs to press my mouth open. He bounced his cock on my lower lip, and I stuck my tongue out, needing more. “Show me how much you want it,” he muttered, tightening his grip on my hair.

My eyes watered as I pulled against his hold, chasing him with my mouth.

“Mmm,” he approved. “Open wider.”

I did, my muscles relaxed and receptive from his spell.

The spit landed in my mouth, hot and shocking. He slammed deep before I finished processing what just happened, but my body’s reaction was immediate.

I bucked in Efa’s hold and slammed my hips down, riding my flooding pussy over Mared’s face. My hands flexed into fists, desperate to touch, and I chased the thick cock railing my face.

“That’s my dirty fucking girl,” Kynan hissed, hips pistoning. “Take me deeper. Fuuuck,” he groaned, holding me tight as I gagged around the head of his cock.

“They’re not going to last much longer,” Efa warned.

“Me either,” Kynan snorted. He pulled his cock free with a grunt, scooping up the drooly mess from my face with two fingers and shoving it back into my mouth. “Pet. Get the lube.”

Familiar magical hands lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around Kynan’s waist. His hands gripped my ass, squeezing and petting as he turned so I could see where we’d just been. “I think my Pet’s earned a reward, don’t you? Look how pretty and sloppy he made Mared. She’s soaked to her knees.”

Her fur was dark with it, pussy lips glistening between spread thighs. Her face was also glazed like a fucking doughnut, I noted, and whimpered when Efa licked the sopping gag before snapping it in half and kissing her passionately. She rose over the curvy fae woman and notched a knee between her thighs, swallowing her moans.

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