Because Sebian parted my lips with his cock, thrusting into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. “Swallow.”
I gagged, trying to rear back, but his hand tightened in my hair allowed no retreat. In reflex, my throat tightened around his cockhead, and I swallowed.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweet thing, now you’re being so good for us,” Sebian crooned and retreated, only for his hand to guide my head into a bobbing motion. Malyr’s hips adopted the rhythm, thrusting each time my lips ran down Sebian’s thick length. “And what do good girls get?”
At Malyr’s next thrust, he seated himself fully inside me, letting his moan waver into a breathed, “My shadows.”
Ringlets of cold slithered down my ass, bringing such wonderful relief to my heated skin. They stretched between my legs, swirling around my cunt, diving between my labia, only to send the thinnest fingerlings to stroke my clit.
I moaned at the stretching demand of Malyr’s girth and those waves of tingles that swarmed around my sensitive little organ. They spread to my lower belly from there, only to ripple across my body in a lovely shudder—one that eased the tension from my muscles.
The sting of Malyr’s thrusts faded into nothing but intense heat and unexpected pleasure. Arousal surged, and I sucked Sebian’s cock hard, harder, humming in delight at the way Malyr filled me and how his shadows caressed where I was aching for release.
“Twirl your tongue around his crown,” Malyr rasped, fucking into me with more vigor. “Make him spill in your mouth, but don’t you dare swallow it, little dove.”
I fed myself more of Sebian’s cock, taking him all the way to my throat before I pulled back to run my tongue around the wide flare of his crown. When the first pearl of his seed salted my tongue, I tightened my lips, running them up along his shaft to draw out more of it.
“She sure wants our cum tonight,” Sebian groaned, those fingers he kept in my hair shaky, his legs quivering in the darkness. He threw his head back, letting his other hand slip beneath his shirt to caress the shifting muscles on his stomach, his chest, his nipples. “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m not going to last. Do you want it, hmm? Do you want my cum?”
“Yes, she does,” Malyr growled behind me, thrusting into me more urgently, sending hot, taunting spasms through me. “She’s being such a nice slut for our cum tonight.” When something between a groan and a whimper spilled from Sebian’s mouth, Malyr lost his rhythm, his thrusts frantic, desperate. “Do. Not. Swallow.”
Warm, salty ropes splashed against my gums, my tongue, the back of my throat just as Malyr pulled out of me. He grunted behind me, a deeply masculine, guttural sound. Wet warmth hit my buttocks, my tailbone, my darkest hole, running thick and heavy down along my cunt.
Malyr grabbed my hair and, with one tug, pulled me back against his chest, making me splutter before I sealed Sebian’s seed behind my clenched lips. “Give it to him.”
Before I managed to look over my shoulder back at where Malyr knelt behind me, his knees framing my thighs, Sebian leaned forward and gave a tap at his bottom lip. “Let it drip from your mouth into mine, sweetheart. Come on.”
Overwhelmed and confused, I stared at Sebian’s plump, kissable lips for I didn’t know how long. Until I lowered mine into the frame of his, pouting them, letting his seed dribble out of my mouth and into his.
My lips hadn’t left Sebian’s yet when Malyr reached around my belly and yanked me back to sit in the frame of his thighs. “Put it where she wanted it.”
With a sealed smirk, Sebian leaned over, maneuvering himself onto all fours. A warm drop landed in my curls between my legs, then another. Like that, he let his seed dribble down along my cunt.
“Can you feel what a mess we’ve made between your legs? How fucking drenched your cunt is with our cum?” Malyr whispered by my ear, nipping a path down along my jawline as he slid his hand between my legs. Fingers swiped over the seed he’d left there, bringing it up toward my clit. There it mixed with Sebian’s as his fingers rubbed and circled, working the throbbing pebble into sheer, agonizing need. “Come for us, Galantia.”
Breathing turned to panting and my muscles contracted until a wave of trembling pressure ripped me asunder, making me cry out in bliss and defeat alike.
“Yeh ash valtem lailla ok darrida,”Malyr whispered. “I will forever protect our young. And I would never,everlet my unborn child get anywhere near your father.”
ChapterThirty
Galantia
Present Day, beneath the stars
Sebian took care of me.
He carried my exhausted body to the prattling creek, where he washed their seed from between my shaky legs, then righted my dress. When I shivered in the chill of the north winds, he gave me his shirt. Then he carried me to a crooked oak, flattened the bushels of dry grass beneath it with several stomps of his boots, and lowered me into its soft center.
“It’s a shame that it’s too cold for you to sleep beneath the stars, but we can still stay a while,” he said and laid beside me, pulling me tightly against him before he wedged my toes beneath his calf to keep them warm. “This is how you like it, sweetheart, isn’t it?”
Nodding, with my head resting on his chest, I inhaled the scent of moss and musk that clung to his skin. So familiar, so comforting. I ran my fingers over the curve of his shoulder and down his marred arm; my muscles tired, my mind foggy. Yes, this was how I liked it, soft and gentle and safe.
Yet my gaze drifted into the darkness before me, and to the even darker shadow within, its outline about as clear as my head. Malyr sat nearby, yet somehow far away, likely within earshot, though showing no inclination to contribute anything but silence. As if he hadn’t, only moments ago, held me in place with rough hands and fucked me with domineering strokes.
And I’d liked that, too.
Something I’d accepted, the way he tormented my body into bliss, tortured my soul into surrender. But that twinge beneath my ribs at the distance between us? That longing for his strong body to frame my other side? That was new.