Page 49 of Rebels Rising

Artemis

It was a heady feeling, having these two beautiful men at my mercy, my tongue tangling with one and my hands roaming their delectable bodies.

Bromm’s tentacles were secreting that incredible substance that set my desire aflame, my skin tingling and breaking out in goosebumps from the sensations each stroke encouraged.

Cadmus was thrusting against my palm, and I needed more. I’d seen his cocks before, but only for a brief moment before I’d covered my eyes, and they weren’t yet fully hard. Now, they were all mine to do with as I pleased.

The most intoxicating part about this whole experience was that both men wanted me for more than just my body, and I felt the same about them. When Demari had forced himself on me it had been uncomfortable and physically repulsive. At one point, I’d almost vomited all of him as his sweaty skin rubbed against mine, his hot breaths in my ear twisting something in my very soul that I didn’t think I’d ever be able to smooth out again. Yet, when Cadmus’s breath skirted my ear it had the opposite effect. I wanted more. I wanted to make those little pants turn into unfiltered moans of pure pleasure. I wanted to drag as much out of them both as I possibly could and enjoy every moment of it.

I wanted to tease. To use their bodies for my own enjoyment. To make them fall apart in the most beautiful way.

Cadmus’s hands drifted around my middle to pull me closer. The new angle made it too difficult to continue rubbing him so I dragged my hand from between us to grope at his deliciously plump ass instead. Without my arm to separate us, he ground his cocks onto my leg, groaning into my ear at the friction.

‘Your turn,’ I panted. ‘I want you naked. I need to see you.’

He did as instructed, stripping out of his jumpsuit in record time and leaving him in nothing but the brace containing his wings. The loss of contactcleared my head enough for me to step away from both men to take in the sight of them together, completely bared to me.

I studied Bromm first. I had seen him naked before, but he never failed to dazzle me with his stunning body. Smooth skin, strong muscles that poked through light padding, his strength working in tandem with his softness. He was trying to rein in his beard as it reached for me, searching for a body to caress. His lower tentacles were extended, curving around his cock and slowly squeezing, stroking, and twisting at the tip to provide him the pleasure of my touch that I was currently denying with my perusal.

Lust darkened his eyes so intensely that I found I couldn’t look directly at them without falling to my knees to pleasure him with my mouth, so I moved my gaze onto Cadmus. Unlike Bromm, his muscles stood starkly beneath his skin with hard ridges and divots that I wanted to trace with my tongue. His skin, a pale tone, was interspersed with dark purple scales that matched the shade of his eyes and I wondered how they would feel rubbing against my naked flesh as our bodied moved together as one.

Bromm took an impatient step forward, but I held up a hand to stop him. He let out a whine of impatience, his cock jerking with need and his tentacles tightened their grip.

Cadmus went to remove his brace, but I stopped him as well. I wanted to feel his wings, to explore the sensations I could draw from him, but I didn’t want to do that here. That was something I needed to save for when we were in our real bodies, not whatever form we had manifested inside the web.

He frowned at me in confusion, so I answered his question before he could verbalise it. ‘Right now, I want your cocks, not your wings. Those I want when we have more time for me to explore all of you.’

He smirked at me then, the expression underlaid with bemusement. ‘I always knew you were fascinated with my wings, but I didn’t think you’d turn them down. Okay, I’ll keep them closed for now and you can play with them later.’

‘Maybe I just don’t want you smacking Bromm in the face with them while he goes down on me.’

Bromm whimpered, his need evident as he practically salivated at the thought. ‘Yes please. Please let me. I need to taste you, baby.’

I didn’t answer, instead laying down on the line that had thickened into a platform for the three of us to stand on more comfortably and spread my legs wide. My hand dipped below my panties, my fingers teasing my clit tauntingly beneath the soaked fabric. I used my other hand to crook my finger towards them both.

They obeyed, reaching me at the same time. Bromm took up position on his knees between my legs while Cadmus settled in behind me. Hands caressed my naked skin, Bromm’s smooth scales tickling up my thighs while Cadmus’s gentle fingers traced the lines of my tattoos. His forefinger ran the length of the single line outlining my body, pausing at the brand on my arm. One glance showed it was a vibrant pink. Not a usual colour.

‘I seem to remember this being a different colour,’ he commented.

‘It changes depending on my body’s needs,’ I admitted.

‘Fascinating,’ he murmured in my ear. ‘And what does pink mean?’

‘It means I need to be fucked.’

The sound of both men’s low, dark chuckles was music to me ears and shot a straight line to my clit. I pulsed, clenching on emptiness as Bromm got closer to where I needed him to be while Cadmus shifted his attention from my tattoos to my breasts. His arms circled me from behind, his hands squeezing my breasts over the top of my bra.

‘I want to see you bare between us,’ he said, his voice so low I felt the vibrations sinking deep into my core. ‘I want to feel you moving against me, skin to skin, while he fucks you raw.’

Bromm’s dulcet tones mixed with mine as we both groaned at his words. All that was missing was Cadmus’s, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to hear the symphony of sounds the three of us could make.

‘Take it off, baby. Let us see you.’

Neither man gave me the opportunity to do it myself. Cadmus unsnapped my bra from the back and slid the straps down my shoulders until it fell in a tangled heap on the line. Bromm tucked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, delicately revealing me to him in the process. As the fabric peeled from my lower lips, sticking with the wetness that had already seeped through, the sound it made was lewd and amped up the tension between us. Cadmus’s breath hitched and his handsquickly found their way back to my breasts, plucking and tugging gently on my nipples.

Bromm ran a finger through my folds, his eyes heavy with lust. ‘Fuck, my love. Look at you. So fucking wet for your men.’ He raised his finger to his mouth and sucked my juices off, moaning wantonly at my taste.

‘Fucking delicious,’ he growled.

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