Page 44 of Kept

I tumbled, too, and I grew just as languid as my pleasure ebbed, leaving me sated and loose. The men shifted again, and I gave no protest as they repositioned me, rearranging my limbs and putting me where they wanted me.

Laurent sprawled on his back, his legs spread and his shoulders propped on the pillows. He lifted me effortlessly, his arms leaner than Varick’s but plenty strong enough to swing me over him and stuff me onto his dick.

“Oh…fuck yes,” I groaned, and both men chuckled.

Varick’s chest brushed my back as he moved behind me and swept my hair aside. “Such a filthy mouth on you, halfling.” He smacked my ass hard and then kept going, delivering rapid swats that made me gasp and squirm all over Laurent’s dick.

“I-It’s your fault!” I cried, wriggling forward as I tried to protect my poor ass. It was useless, though. I wasn’t going anywhere with Laurent’s dick spearing me. “You talk like that all the time!”

Laurent pulled me down and kissed me thoroughly, his hips thrusting as he ran his hands down my sides. “Poor princess,” he murmured against my lips. “Come here, darling. I’ll protect you from the general.”

It was the sweetest lie, because the general was already slicking my asshole. He rubbed a roughened palm over the cheek he’d abused, stroking my pliant flesh as he fingered my ass. Laurent peppered kisses over my nose and down my neck, licking at my skin as Varick loosened me up.

The scent of night-blooming roses soaked the air. Light spilled around the bed, chasing away shadows and warming my skin. I wasn’t sure if I was making anything. I had no idea how this power worked. But some deep instinct made me think I didn’t have to try. I simply had to be.

The men’s hands were everywhere, touching and caressing me. Loving me. Stroking places that shouldn’t have set me off but did. The curve of my calf. The sensitive skin of my instep. The bend of my elbow. Mouths skimmed my skin, trailing featherlight kisses. Fingers plucked at my nipples and circled my clit, lingering only seconds before darting away.

All the while, Varick fingered my ass, pushing past the burn and filling me until his fingers weren’t enough. I thrust back, speared on Laurent’s dick and longing to be speared elsewhere.

Varick’s breath coasted over my shoulder. “You want me in your little hole, halfling?”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “Gods, yes, please.”

His fingers left me, and then his dick prodded my pucker. “Open,” he rumbled, fangs dragging down my neck. “Relax for me. Fuck, that’s a good girl.” He breached my rim, his breathing ragged in my ear as he worked his big dick into my ass one inch at a time.

Laurent wrapped his arms around me and stilled his thrusts, his lips finding my temple. My breasts smashed against his chest, my nipples tight and aching. He swore under his breath as he waited for me to adjust. His smoky voice teased the curve of my ear. “Your cunt gets so fucking tight when he’s in your ass.”

Varick traced what felt like his thumb down the cleft between my cheeks, the damp caress sending sparks shooting up my spine. He found my rim and pressed firmly, making me clench and moan. “This sweet little hole is tight, too. You ready to move, halfling?”

He didn’t have to ask twice. I rocked my hips, gasping as their dicks slid together inside me. None of this was new. It shouldn’t have been surprising. And yet it felt new all over again, the wonder of their bodies filling mine making tears smart in my eyes. I sat up and braced my hands on Laurent’s shoulders as I moved my hips.

The men moved with me, slowly at first and then more confidently, grinding their cocks in and out of me and over one another. Their hair-roughened thighs brushed my softer skin and then brushed together, the rasp making my clit throb as another orgasm rose inside me.

Roses rained around the bed, the heady scent drenching the lust-soaked air. We sped up together, none of us needing words. If problems existed outside the bedchamber door, I no longer knew of them. My senses narrowed to the perfume of roses and the fleshy, sensual sounds of slick cocks filling me over and over.

Movement behind me, and then Varick’s bloodied wrist appeared before my lips.

“Feed,” he rasped.

I latched on immediately, the mild resistance of his flesh under my fangs almost as good as the rich taste of his blood flooding my tongue. I reveled in the bite. More, my mind cried, and I bit harder and gulped him down.

I came hard, shuddering and moaning as my pussy and ass clenched around the dicks thrusting rhythmically inside me. Red descended over my vision, and I felt myself go limp with pleasure. Strong hands caught me. Held me. Guided my hips and squeezed my breasts as I sucked and sucked, every draw tugging hard at my pulsing clit. I lost control. One orgasm bled into another, my release an unending sweep of hot, pounding ecstasy. I stretched between Laurent and Varick, uncaring if I stretched too far and snapped in two. And maybe I did snap. Something within me cracked open, creating a space where there wasn’t one before. It was hollow but not empty. There was beauty in it—formless and vague but also familiar. It smelled of green grass and sun that didn’t burn.

The Making.

Total surrender. “In those few seconds, you’re happy to die.”

Yes.

Yes.

Take me.

Unmake me.

Empty me and then fill me back up.

My head went back. Blood coated my tongue. A scream filled my ears. Mine. It was joined by masculine shouts. Loud and uninhibited. Hot moisture flooded me. Front and back, Laurent and Varick spurted inside me, coming together, their seed filling me until I overflowed.

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