Page 58 of Kept

I kissed her, tasting my tears as they trickled down my cheeks and into our mouths. Thank you. I held her face in my hands, telling her with my lips and tongue how much she meant to me. How her love for him had nurtured my love for her. He was strong and broken, with hurts that would never heal. But he was ours, hers and mine, and we would hold him together.

But I also loved her for herself. I had summoned her across broken ground and then I’d broken everything between us. She forgave me. And despite everything, she loved me. Our love wasn’t like the love I shared with him. Not yet. It was still a slender sapling. But it would grow stronger, its roots sinking deep. We would tend it. With him beside us, we’d watch it grow.

These were the vows I poured into my kiss, and they shone from her eyes as I eased back and beckoned him closer.

He helped me undress her. His big hands that could heft a shield and swing a sword held her hair aside as I undid her buttons. Together, we bared her. Together, we prepared her.

I sank to my knees and kissed her soft, damp lips, gathering her salty-sweet silk on my tongue. I let my fangs descend, and then I placed my thumbs on her slick folds and spread her wider. He moved behind her and pulled her leg up, leaving her balanced on one foot.

Her pussy was a temple where I would worship. On my knees, I prepared to pray. Pink, glistening cunt. Lush core bared to my gaze. Her whimpers fell down to me like whispers from the gods.

“You like his eyes on you,” he said in her ear. He made it a statement.

She answered anyway, a sob in her voice. “Yes.”

“Do you want his mouth on you?” he whispered.

“Yes. Oh yes.”

He pulled her leg higher, until her knee was to her shoulder and her pretty foot dangled in the air. “You’ll have no secrets,” he told her. “Not from us.”

Her eyes slid shut, then flew open again when he reached down and pushed two fingers between my lips. I looked up at her as I sucked, and then I watched as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and used my saliva to stroke the swollen bud the way he knew she liked.

When she came, he kissed her, swallowing her cries. As she shook, I held her cunt open and thrust my nose and lips into her heat. I licked inside her. Feasted inside her. Fucked her and ate her and opened her wide. I buried my face in her pussy and sank my bite into her pink, tender walls, piercing her channel and preparing the way for him.

She jerked and cried out. Her silk and blood flooded my mouth. He held her as she came a second time, his deep voice flowing around her moans, both sounds so sweet to me.

“Put her on her back,” I told him, and now his hands shook as he obeyed.

I kissed him, feeding him her essence. Tasting him and her together. Her roses fell in a curtain, red blooms tumbling and shielding him. She’d shielded him in Vai Seren, too, braving the Thicket to bring him back to me. My eyes burned as I parted from him and retrieved a dagger.

She was a vision on the ground. Pale hair spread over obsidian, her creamy body laid out like a feast. Her big, round tits trembled. Pink nipples matched the lush color of her panting mouth. She spread her legs wide in welcome, blood and desire smearing her inner thighs.

I knelt at her side and drew the blade in a vertical path down her lips, opening her kiss the same way I’d opened her cunt. Two gleaming mouths. Two wet, hungry slits eager to be filled.

He was waiting for me when I rose, and he watched with heavy-lidded eyes as I stroked his shaft. I took my time, savoring the heft and heat of him in my hand. Moisture swelled at his tip, and my vision narrowed to that tantalizing bead as I drew the tip of the dagger over his velvety skin.

Another flash of the dagger, and his lips were bloodied the same as his cock.

Ritual. I knew this rite by heart the same as I knew all the others. But words failed me as he lowered himself on top of her and moved between her thighs. He touched her pussy, then touched his fingers to his tongue.

“Now,” I said.

She spread wide. Her hair spread around her. Night-blooming roses drenched the air.

“Now,” I repeated in the ancient tongue, and he thrust inside her, mingling their blood. He kissed her as he rolled his hips, his beautiful ass flexing and his heavy balls swaying as he pumped into her.

He buried his face in her throat and gave her his bite. He left it open and continued to fuck her.

“Levu,” I said, the bly’ad shaking the tumbling roses and the foundation of the Sanctum.

She sank her fangs into his shoulder. He gasped and fucked her faster.

“Levu.” Bind.

Tangled in blood, they drank from each other. The blood binding snapped, jerking on the one embedded deep in my chest. Because she was my wife…and now I shared her with him.

They finished together, their cries soaring high enough to reach the gods. After, he gathered her in his arms and held her. I prayed, ritual mingling with their sighs as they caught their breath. Roses fell and time ceased to matter. He cherished her.

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