Page 121 of Dragon Fight

“Are you ready for that?” Draven asked Brom, grabbing a handful of his hair and pushing him down lower. “Enough playing. Suck my cock deep, Brom.”

But Brom resisted, holding the prince off to meet my eyes, staring into them, mutely checking to see for himself whether I was alright with this, and he didn’t move until I nodded. When Brom relented, they both groaned the moment his lips parted and his tongue flicked over the swollen head of Draven’s cock.

“I think you quite like this.” My eyes jerked back to see Flynn had shuffled forward to cradle my body against his. I leaned into him gladly, and his hand slid down over my stomach and then between my legs. “Fuck, you’re so bloody wet.”

Draven’s attention was torn away from Brom and back to me, his brows creased in a terrible expression of pleasure, right as Flynn pulled his fingers free to show him. But displaying the sign of my arousal was not a priority for Flynn and he went back for more, intent on winding me tighter still.

He had no trouble achieving that. When his fingers pushed inside, I had a sense of diving into and out of the pleasure that was all around me. I almost felt like Brom’s mouth around Draven’s cock, like I was the prince, my husband, even Flynn himself, the experience welding us closer. Draven’s hips pulsed in time with Brom’s bobbing head, and Flynn’s fingers moved at the exact same pace, forcing me to move the same. The others shifted closer. Hands plucked at my nipples, then a hand tilted my head sideways, followed by presenting a cock for me to suck. I glanced back at Brom, watching him move faster, harder, pushing the prince to his limits before he pulled free, leaving the prince’s cock to jerk desperately in the cool air.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Draven growled, but Brom just rose above him, hand sliding up and down his hard cock before he smirked down at the prince. “You are not king in here.” He tilted his head to one side. “And you never will be if this is to work. Turn around. On your hands and knees, rider, and throw me the bottle of oil you no doubt have stored in your bedside table for just this purpose.”

Ged brushed his cock against my lips, but I was too absorbed in watching what was about to happen, not understanding it.

“Now this could be educational,” Flynn said, reminding me of other times he’d offered to teach me things. He stared at me, eyes burning bright in the low light. “If you could master this, you could take two of us at the one time.”

“Flynn–” Soren growled.

“You want to protect Pippin,” Flynn shot back, “but you will never stop her from taking her pleasures where she finds them. Whether she sits on the throne at Draven’s side or not, she will always be our queen.”

Draven wanted to say something about that, was ready to tell us just how it would be and perhaps that’s why Brom was rough with him. He slammed a hand to the back of the prince’s neck, pressing his head down into the bed as my husband slicked his cock with oil and then pushed himself inside his lover.

I scrambled closer, watching with what may have seemed undue curiosity, but what they were doing was something I had never heard anyone speak of. Brom’s cock disappeared slowly into Draven’s arse, the prince panting out sounds that weren’t entirely from pleasure.

“Is he hurting him?” My eyes flicked from Brom to Draven and back again.

“It can hurt a bit,” Flynn admitted, “but keep watching.”

Draven sighed when Brom had pressed in as far as he could go, his eyes glassy, his mouth wide.

But not for long.

“Pippin…” Draven gasped, gesturing me closer.

I moved warily, but he wasn’t going to accept that. He pushed himself up off the bed so that, when I was close, he pulled me to fit under him, so that he was now sandwiched between Brom and I.

“Pippin, tell me you’re ready. Tell me I can have you.”

I wanted to scream at him: that he did in every way that mattered. And if there were some ways in which he didn’t have me? They didn’t matter. But I didn’t; I couldn’t. We were trying to build something here, something that was fragile and new, and I wasn’t going to be the one to break it. So when he kissed me, his hands sliding between my thighs and stroking my pearl hard and fast, making the fire spark to life, when he moved me so I was laying directly under him, when he pushed himself inside me, we did exactly as Tanis had instructed.

Connected.

Their pleasure was mine, Brom thrusting into Draven, pushing him deeper into me, my own cries mingling with theirs as the pace picked up, a terrible burn raging inside me. I didn’t care about anything else. All I could comprehend was me, them, all of us. So when Ged crawled closer to kneel beside me and tilt my head back, I opened my mouth for him, the sounds of my moans vibrating all the way down his cock. Hands slid over me, stroking, petting, wringing more and more pleasure until I just couldn’t cope anymore, my whole body tightening.

“Fuck, Pippin…” Draven groaned, emptying himself inside me the moment my body clamped down around him and the waves of pleasure washed through me.

Draven collapsed down onto the bed. Brom followed him down, but as he drew the prince closer, he watched me in turn.

“You’re a finer thing than any man,” Flynn said, smoothing his hand over my stomach. “Able to bear pain in childbed that no man could stand. And in love?” His brow creased slightly. “You can take your pleasure and then reach for more.”

“Like I will now?”

It was then I could see how this might work. I heard low murmurings between Draven and Brom, the two no doubt sharing a moment, right as I was now. I drew Flynn closer, watching his body stretch, stretch to reach mine, our mouths barely touching before he got sick of that, drawing me closer. I was set down on my hands and knees, just as Draven had been and I wondered then if he felt the same thrill. As Ged shifted closer, his cock still glistening with my saliva, Flynn’s fingers played through my still sensitive folds.

“And how are you feeling, my queen.” My head tilted to one side, forcing Ged to curse as I looked up at Soren.

“Old man, if you get in the way–” Ged started to curse.

“Pippin could’ve been poisoned this morning,” Soren snapped. “Glimmer was. She wrangled with that bastard, Marcus, then raised a blade to the queen herself. My heart was in my fucking throat when Zafira rose–”

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