Page 29 of Atop the Faerie Throne
“Drystan!” I moan, arching towards him to deepen the contact.
He sucks harder, drawing his head away until I feel the stretch and sting. He releases my poor, abused bud, then gestures with his chin for me to feed him the other.
I know what he’s planning now, but that doesn’t make it any easier to bear. I’m pinned in place by two cocks—which still haven’t given me any of the friction I crave—and tormented asDrystan takes his time turning my nipples into hard little points. Every scrape of his teeth seems to tug directly at the sharp pool of bliss blooming in my core, sparking it, driving me higher and higher, but with no relief. I rock my hips to try to grind my clit against him, only to find Bree there, stopping me.
A frisson of his uncertainty hits me, and I wince, realising that my eyes have fluttered closed. I blink them open, finding his green gaze. I’m rewarded when he offers me a gentle smile.
“Hold it for me,” he orders. “I want you to come when I tell you to, okay, dragonfly? Can you do that for me?”
Goddess, save me from the bossy males.
I might honestly collapse if I don’t come soon.
“Can I move?” I ask Drystan.
“No.”
The sound that escapes my lips is petulant, frustrated, and embarrassingly wanton.
“Redcap, I think she could do with something to occupy her mouth,” Drystan says, as his lips pop off my nipple.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Lore grins.
Suddenly he’s there, standing on the bed beside Drystan with his beaded cock directly in front of my face, pre-cum forming a perfect pearl at the tip.
I lap it up gratefully, taking him as deep as I can manage as he throws his head back and groans. On his withdrawal, I delve my tongue deep into the slit at the head, seeking more of his taste. My head bobs rhythmically as I throw all of my focus into the task, trying to distract myself from the rapidly coiling threads of pleasure building in my abdomen. I want nothing more than to chase my own satisfaction and come, but the other two still won’t move, won’t provide the friction I crave more than air.
I release my breast and grab for Drystan’s shoulder to steady myself.
The sting of a slap to my already aching tit registers. I cry out around Lore’s dick, and he surges forward in answer, chasing the vibrations down my throat until I gag. His thrusts speed up until I struggle to keep eye contact with Bree, but the bond lets me know he’s okay for now.
“That’s it, pet.” Lore’s voice wraps around me like spun sugar, sweet and tempting, but edged with sin. “Swallow. That’s my good girl.”
I’m so wet that I can feel myself soaking Drystan’s lap, and he turns his attention to my other breast, spanking that next, before rubbing away the small hurt.
Then Bree finally, blessedly, moves. He draws out of my ass with near-painful slowness until he’s almost entirely out, then he fucks me back into Drystan’s and Lore’s cocks.
His wonder and reverence hit me like sledgehammers to the heart as he fucks my ass in gentle thrusts that slowly increase in force and tempo until tears prick the corners of my eyes, and I release a tiny sob around Lore’s cock.
Once Drystan is satisfied that I’ve adjusted to the dual penetration, he starts to move as well, the three of them moving in perfect sync. Slowly stuffing me full of them and then retreating until I thrash like a wild thing. Effervescent bubbles of need spring from every touch, every kiss.
They don’t stop. They can feel my pleasure, and the overwhelm that accompanies holding back my orgasm, just as I can feel them chasing their own.
My nerves are frazzled, toes curling against Bree’s thighs as I shake and suck and whimper between the three of them. Begging them with my body to finish and take me with them.
Lore comes first, pouring down my throat with a litany of whispered praises as he strokes my hair back from my face, watching me swallow with lust-glazed red eyes.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, leaning down to lick away my tears. “You were born to take five cocks, weren’t you? Made for it.”
“Yes,” I reply, boldly.
The redcap grins, then kisses me deeply. My tears and his cum mingle in our mouths as our tongues dance. Drystan shudders beneath me, then comes with a groan, flooding my pussy with his release.
Goddess, I can’t. Holding it back is too much. A broken whine escapes from my throat as my dullahan’s pleasure laps at my resolve.
“Come, dragonfly,” Bree finally murmurs into my ear.
Every single muscle in my body tenses as Drystan’s hand comes down on my outer thigh in a slap that’s harder than any he’s given me so far.
