Page 48 of Bound and Beguiled

She buried her face in my cunt. Slurping and groaning, she ate at me, swallowing in loud, sucking gulps.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” I sobbed. I hadn’t come down from the last, unbelievable orgasm yet, but her hungry noises and the feel of her pierced tongue lashing my over sensitized flesh had me clenching under a fresh assault of pleasure.

Mared spread me wide with both hands, plunging her tongue into me as deep as it would go. She growled, an unhappy sound that had my eyebrows furrowing in concern for a split second. Then they shot into my hairline as she arrowed her fingers and shoved four into me to the knuckle, curling them in a “come hither” motion.

I arched, my pussy clenching wetly.

“Mmm,” she purred, pleased. Pulling her hand free with aslurp, she brought sloppy fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“All the way, Babygirl,” Efa said behind me, sounding breathless. “She’s ready.”

Mared fell to her elbow, dropping kisses interspersed with sweet-sounding words in Cymraeg over my mound, my hip, my belly as her fingers pushed inside me once more. I’d just had two cocks stuffed up the same hole, but they’d left me swollen and tender. I flinched ever so slightly when her knuckles pressed against my opening.

“Shhh,” she murmured, pulling out and rolling her hand through the slickness coating me. “I’ve got you. Not gonna hurt you, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.” Her words were whispers dropped onto my skin between the kisses she couldn’t seem to stop.

I melted.

“Such good girls,” Efa praised, mapping my body with slow caresses of her hands. “So sweet, so beautiful.”

Mared’s hand turned, releasing some of the pressure against my hips, and slipped in a little farther.

“You’re taking her so well. Push, love. You can do it.”

I clenched—it all felt too fucking good—then blew out a breath, bearing down at the same time Mared pushed. Her hand slipped into me, fingers curling, the width of her fist riding my clit from the inside.

“Fuck me.” Emyr’s awed whisper said everything I was feeling, but I could only moan.

Mared’s kisses sharpened, teeth pressing into me as she pumped her fist, churning me like godsdamned butter.

“My Babygirl was so fierce today.” Efa spoke into my ear, one hand rising to cup my breast as the other pressed gently against my abdomen—throwing gasoline onto the fire. “Beautiful, with the blood of the one who hurt you dripping from her talons. You want to thank her, don’t you Reza?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I babbled, writhing between them.

“Then come for her. Soak her hand so she knows she’s pleased you.”

Mared moaned and worked me faster, her ass jiggling as she humped empty air, just as turned on as I was.

Freed from any need to hold back I stretched, arching into Efa and circling my hips against the almost-vibration of Mared’s fist pulsing within me. The flat of her teeth mashed against my clit, and the orgasm pounced, slamming into me with breath-stealing quickness.

Twin moans fell from my and Mared’s mouths. Mine rose into a wail as she latched onto my clit, soft wet tongue and hard metal ball sliding over it as she sucked. I was clenching so hard she probably couldn’t have moved her hand, but she didn’t try. She just purred low in her throat as I fell apart around her.

When I fell limp—exhausted, dehydrated, sore—Mared gently slipped her hand free and sat back on her heels. Raising her fist high, she licked a long, slow path through the wetness coating her from elbow to fingertip. Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned.

I licked my parched lips.

“Princeling,” Efa called softly as she crooked a finger at Mared. “Please fetch me the new toys you and Mared picked up the other day.”

Mared knee-walked closer, not stopping until she was half straddling me.

“Good girls share,” Efa said. “Get cleaned up.”

My eyes lit. Mared and I leaned forward at the same time, our mouths meeting around her cum-wet fingers. The kiss was messy and hot, a riot of tongues and spit. Moaning, we lapped at her hand like the sluttiest lollipop.

Kynan cursed.

Emyr rushed back from the bathroom carrying a bright purple double-ended dildo and a small velvet bag. Seeing us, his cock jerked. It bobbed with each step he took, seemed to stretch towards me when he knelt to set down the toys, and leaked in excitement when Kynan growled, “Get the lube, Pet.”

Efa caressed Mared’s cheek, dipping a thumb into her mouth to push her backwards. Eagerly, Mared arched back until only her arms—braced behind her—kept her from falling. Her beautiful thighs gave under the pressure of Efa’s magical hold as they were spread wide, her knees pressed high.

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