Page 78 of The Surrender

Kyan’s is full and golden and shining but with the underlayer of Shadow like a welcome ghost humming to the surface now and then.

Merikh’s is black and hollow with fathomless memories, deeper than the core of the world.

A gentle wind strokes our bodies, ruffling my hair all around them, gifting them my scent. The angel’s hands squeeze and caress and fondle my breasts, thumb tapping his mark every now and then. Between him pinching my erect tits and Merikh tormenting my swollen nub, I can’t fathom how I’ll last. Sweat drips down the sides of my body. Their strong limbs tremble beneath mine, but it’s little comfort. No way are they suffering anywhere near as much as me.

They draw it out. Fire and ice and sweet smoldering pain as they come out all the way, cocks kissing, before plunging back into my drenched folds and needy slit. Tears growing a film to blot my vision, I grip Merikh’s shoulders and lock my eyes on his dark ones. When he pinches my clit, I flinch. Kyan tweaks my pebbled buds at the same time.

“Such a dirty little slut of a queen,” remarks Kyan while rubbing and squeezing my tits.

“So fucking filthy clenching around our cocks, hungry little dove,” echoes Merikh, peeling the hood back and toggling my clit, working it into a fat, fevered knot of nerves.

I shudder as they take turns kissing me, petting me, touching me everywhere. Sweet strokes upon my belly, tender caresses upon my thighs, firm gropes of my breasts, pleasurable pinches for my nipples. Teeth marks upon my neck and shoulders. Their dirty talk only ignites my blood.

Kyan’s wings pulse, the veins thrumming, feathers ruffling, stirring a breeze to curl around us. The lake laps at the bank. It creates music for our fucking.

I clench harder, nails raking across Merikh’s gashes and scars, a fleeting image of marking him interrupting my thoughts. My womb tightens. Bloated heat surges to my pussy. Pressure coils and coils, threatening to unravel me.

With a growl, Merikh pinches my clit sharp, pulling it and saying, “You will not come.”

“Please!” I narrow my eyes through hot, stinging tears, my vocal cords rasping.

“Look down at us, Quinny,” directs Kyan, urging my chin.

I gasp at the sight of them. Kyan’s rigid dick pulses and quivers a vibrating kiss along the crosses of Merikh’s crown. My juices cover them both. After they take turns bumping and nudging and slapping the tips of their cocks against my clit, Merikh scissors my folds with his fingers and dives back in again with the angel sliding in behind him, stretching me anew.

Finally, they pound me. Rock me between them. Clawing at them, I try to ride them out, but I can’t latch onto the rhythm anymore. Their violent carnal sides take over, their grunts and growls and virile bodies overlapping my gasps. So, I don’t try.

Instead, I suck breaths between their thrusts and lose all sense of rhythm and momentum as they take full control. Something deep inside me knows it’s the time.

Nothing but sweet surrender.

Their pounding slows to a deep rocking. They pump into me. I spread my hips, loving how they rock me between them, my back against the angel’s strong muscular chest and my front rubbing Merikh’s icy skin and his scarred flesh.

I reach down and touch them both, smiling softly when they jerk and twitch beneath my fingertips. At that moment, my vym hooks into each of them. Claims them. Captures them. The whorls on my skin dance upon their arms and ripple down to weave around their god cocks.

We become soul and heart and depth. And the utter peace of knowing and accepting. We haven’t shared the abyss, but it’s our bliss all the same.

“You will bring me back to life next, little dove,” Merikh vows in a whisper. “And you will take all my darkness and demons and scars.”

“Please. Just…more,” is all I manage to whisper because they’ve driven me to the very edge. Anytime I’m ready to leap off, Kyan stops vibrating. They both stop thrusting.

All the hairs on me prickle to life as they urge my head to the side, lock me in their gaze, and slowly slide out.

"Come with us," they unite in a tender command.

They slam into me. Ferociously. Painfully. Beautifully. All vibration and crosses and impossibly thick and rigid, fat and beautiful monster god cocks. Primal need and merciless, fucking domination. They conquer me. Fucking me like the gods they are.

I buck. They jerk.

I explode all around them.

They unleash. I accept.

I taste glory and suck upon rapture. With their eyes imprisoning mine, their mouths collide. Their lust and love for one another electrify a lightning storm into my nerves. A fiercer, hotter, and unbelievable orgasm rips through me, tearing through my veins, and surging right for my heart.

Convulsing all around them, I ride out my pleasure on their cocks, climaxing over and over as they release hot ropes of seed into my hungry channel. Their sharp and fast gusts of breath carry my soprano scream that echoes off the mountains.

Gasping and panting and heaving, I fall against Merikh’s heaving chest, a measure of pride from how hard his breath comes.

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