Page 59 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
He pauses. “Bree, how far do you want to go?”
“If he gets his freaky dick out again, I will cut it off,” Lore threatens mildly. “At least give me a chance to impress her with my enchantments first.”
“Enchantments? Wait, freaky dick?” I whisper, but I barely get the words out before the púca’s nimble fingers catch the laces at the back of my corset, tugging the strings free without brushing against my wings.
“I want everything,” Bree whispers against the opposite side of my neck. “You’ll keep her safe?”
“I will keep both of you safe,” Drystan swears, not questioning whether Bree is ready for such a step. “You’re in control. Use Lore and me however you see fit.”
“Oooh! Do you want me in cuffs?” Lore asks, holding his hands out with a grin.
He keeps doing that. Does hewantus to tie him up?
Bree’s hands still, uncertain for an instant before he makes a decision. “I think you’d better show Rose what those enchantments are for instead.”
Lore is under me before he can finish, having blinked so his hips are directly between my thighs. His red eyes pin me with an eagerness that makes me nervous as he stares up at me with a wicked grin. His shirt is gone, chalk-white abs on full, mouth-watering display, begging me to touch. Before I can say anything, or lean down to kiss him, he arches his back, bucking his erection against my pussy.
My eyes flutter closed as I return the gesture, rubbing against the barrier of our clothing and wishing it wasn’t there.
“Violet roses,” he says suddenly.
My eyes fly open in confusion, and his grin only grows wider. His hands find my ass and pin me against him.
Then the buzzing starts.
My eyes roll back in my head at the sudden stimulation directly against my clit, and my mouth falls open in surprise.
Oh. My. Goddess.
That’s what the enchantment is? Those pearls in his cock vibrate on top of everything else?
It’s so much. Too much. Like a lightning bolt direct to my most sensitive nerve endings, and I’ve had no warning and no warmup.
“Kiss her,” Bree murmurs, and I only realise he’s talking to Drystan when the dullahan’s hand wraps around my neck, using my shock to collar me and claim a kiss.
My corset sags as the final lace is removed, and Lore drags the leather away impatiently before grabbing a knife and cutting the tunic beneath down the centre.
“Pretty breasts,” he coos, pressing himself up on his elbows to capture the pebbled tip of one in his mouth.
“Goddess!” I whimper into Drystan’s mouth as the dual stimulation makes me squirm.
I’m panting like there’s no air left in the room, already melting under their touches.
“Can I touch your wings, dragonfly?” Bree asks.
“Y-yes.” I want them drowning in my dust, all of them marked by me in the only way I can.
Bree runs a hand directly down my spine, the soothing touch an exquisite counterpoint to the frantic vibrations beneath me and the ardent lips sucking at my tits through the lace that covers them.
I’m going to come like this, I realise. They’ve barely started, and already my orgasm lingers on the horizon. Then Bree starts to whisper feather-light caresses across the upper slopes of my wings and it’s no longer on the horizon. It’s right there, barrelling towards me.
“Don’t let her come.” Bree’s voice cuts through my pleasure.
I look over my shoulder to gape at him in agonised disbelief.
I’m rightthere. He can’t do this to me.
Lore lifts me and ceases his attention on my breasts, pulling me away from the source of my pleasure. I strain, tears leaking from my eyes as I reach for the edge that’s slipping away as fast as it came.
