Page 60 of Amidst the Insidious Courts
I’m not sure that thing will get inside me, but if it can banish this fever, then I’ll try.
“It won’t hurt, huntress,” Drystan promises, crawling slowly over the top of me. “You’re going to love it. Relax and watch me as I give you what you need.”
My eyes, which had been falling closed to brace myself, snap open and fix to his as his cock slides against my pussy. Those metal barbells are so odd. They’re hard and unforgiving against my silky-soft flesh as they notch at my opening and forge forwards into me.
“Goddess!” I scream as the length of him stretches me open.
He pulls back, then thrusts inside an inch farther. I swear I feel every single piercing as they rub and tease inside me. His amber eyes are blazing as he watches me struggle against the sensations he’s eliciting, and I smell smoke briefly before he gets his powers back under control.
“Please.” My lips form the words, but I can’t hear them over the rush of my heartbeat in my ears.
On his next thrust, he loses all restraint and buries himself deep, settling his hips firmly between my thighs as I arch beneath his weight and scream.
“Drystan!”
“I said, look at me, huntress.” His long fingers grip my chin and pull my head forward from where I’ve slammed it back into the pillow in ecstasy. “I want to watch you fall apart on my cock as I destroy this perfect little cunt.”
One of his free hands delivers a slap to my inner thigh, and I jerk. The reaction, in turn, causes his dick—and those damned piercings—to rub against my inner walls, which makes me shake and rock and whimper and plead and tremble.
“Move. I need you to move.”
“No. You don’t make demands.” He stays there, rotating his hips, working me higher without so much as a thrust. In retaliation, I squeeze around him, gasping when my actions only make the sensations stronger.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, giving me the tiniest, shallowest thrust. “Beg for it.”
He’s all icy cool and collected, but the way his dick is jerking inside me gives him away. Still, my pride melts quickly under the dark satisfaction in his gaze, and before I know it, my lips are parting.
“Please. Drystan, please. Fuck me. Destroy my perfect little cunt.” The words are pure filth, and a part of me flinches slightly, preparing for them to mock me for how awkward they sound coming from my own mouth. But the way my males grin down at me banishes those fears. “I need you.”
There’s no hiding the surge of wicked satisfaction in his gaze as he looks down at me.
“Brace yourself.”
That’s all the warning I get before he starts to move, thrusting into me like a male possessed. He told me to brace myself, but how can I when I’m pinned down and spread like an offering? All I can do is squirm and take it as those piercings rub and stimulate every single nerve ending I possess.
It’s bliss. It’s torture. It’severything.
I’ve never been fucked like this. Jaro has always been so careful to take things at my pace, his touches loving and gentle. Drystan is neither of those things. He’s domineering and forceful, and I revel in it as my mind shuts off and my vision narrows until all I can see are amber flames.
When he comes, it’s with a satisfied groan that vibrates through my core, and I shiver as the jerking of his cock draws more pleasure from me. My toes curl, and I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back in my head as his release floods me in silky spurts, seeping out around where we join.
Drystan’s forehead drops against my own, his breath fanning against me for a second before he pulls back. There’s something almost…softin the way he regards me. It’s so different from the grumpiness and disappointment I’m used to. Almost like… adoration.
Craning my neck, I try to claim a kiss, and he smirks for a second before leaning down to grant it to me.
It’s not enough, I realise, as our lips part. The heat under my skin is already building again, and I squirm, trying to thrust on his renewed erection despite how I’m pinned.
“Nuh-uh.” Lore releases me to reach between us and shove Drystan off, making us both groan. “He had his turn. Just because his cock has more metal than mine, doesn’t mean he gets to hog you.”
With a careful tug, he pulls me away from the other two and rolls us until I’m on top with my legs spread over his hips, my pussy directly aligned with his leather-covered dick. I feel a trickle of liquid and grimace as I realise my release and Drystan’s is slowly leaking out onto him, but Lore doesn’t seem to care.
“Wolfie, you get to play with her ass,” Lore announces as his hands fall to my hips, then he grinds up into me, making me gasp.
“Yes,” I hiss as my clit grinds against his erection, and I lose coherent thought for a second. The calm that sex with Drystan bought me is quickly wearing off, and the ache is returning faster than I thought possible, turning into a burn that tears at my insides.
“Take me out, pet,” Lore coaxes. “I’m not going to move. You’ve got to—fuck.” He pants as I caress his chest, tweaking his nipples beneath my fingers. “Your hands feel too good. Someone pin me before I rut her and mark her.”
Lore’s words make me shiver, but not with fear. In my current state, all I’m capable of feeling is lust, so I pout at him.
