Page 40 of The Huntsman's Heart
I’m now completely distracted from thoughts about Alaric. Mind spinning with possibilities, I look between them both. “You wanted me to do that to you?”
Raban wets his lips with his tongue. “Not as punishment. Not like that, but for you to bind and use my body. For you to fill me over and over…” His voice is full of need, and I wonder how far he would take things.
Corvin doesn’t seem at all surprised by Raban’s reaction. “And what about you? You wanted that as well?”
Corvin nods. “To serve, to be used by you. That’s what we all want, princess. It gives us purpose.”
I’m beginning to understand just how much. “But it does not make you jealous that you both want me?” I look between the two gargoyles.
Corvin frowns. “I am jealous because I am not included, but if you are asking if I want my brother to miss out on your attention, then the answer is no. We are used to sharing. Why not this too?”
At his words I’m alive with sensation, immediately picturing all the possibilities of having two beautiful creatures givethemselves to me. After all, Raban told me they have pleasured each other. Why not me at the same time? “Then would you like to join us?” I ask Corvin.
His wings flex and his tail flicks behind him. “More than anything.”
My body hums with energy despite our earlier battle and there are hours before dawn. Alaric can wait. He’s going nowhere, tied up to the stake in the courtyard and watched over by Évandre.
I smile at Corvin and Raban. “Show me how you pleasure each other. I want to watch you.”
I thought they might hesitate, but Corvin immediately steps toward Raban and swiftly unties the loincloth covering the other male. Raban’s cock is already swelling. It grows larger still as Corvin takes it in his hand, cupping it as he leans in to kiss Raban.
As their lips meet, I watch in fascination. I expected the kiss to be hungry, aggressive, as masculine in energy as their two firm muscular bodies are. But instead it’s tender, seeking. Corvin draws a moan from Raban as he teases the other gargoyle’s lips open with his own. The sight of his tongue slipping into Raban’s mouth starts a flutter low in my belly.
I draw closer, eager to see everything. As I watch, Corvin strokes Raban slowly, and his cock grows to full hardness, sticking out from his body the way it did the other night in the bath house. Corvin holds Raban close, pulling his body against him, trailing kisses down his neck. Raban groans, thrusting into the other male’s grip.
Corvin is still wearing his loincloth, but I want to see him, to find out whether his shape pleases me in the same way Raban’s does.
“I want you naked too,” I tell him.
He pauses to look around at me, reaching instantly for the fastening. “As you wish.”
He drops the cloth to the floor, and I reach out to touch him instantly. I can’t resist. His member is the perfect twin of Rabans’s—long and curved, though Corvin’s points slightly down rather than up toward his belly.
He shudders as I take him in my hand, so I stroke him just like I did with Raban. Satisfaction fills me when he lets out a low moan. With my other hand, I grasp Raban, drawing them closer together until their tips meet, slick in my palms.
“Does that feel good?” I ask them.
“So good.” Raban’s voice is barely a whisper. He looks for a moment as if he would reach out for me.
“Is this what you do when you’re together?”
He nods.
Corvin thrusts into my hand. “This or sometimes we use our mouths or we take turns fucking each other.”
Mouths? I’ve heard lewd jokes about such acts but never knew whether to believe people truly did such things. “Show me.”
With a grin, Corvin withdraws from my hold and gets to his knees. Then, slowly, he brings his mouth to where I’m holding Raban, opening his lips and licking along the base of the head.
Raban groans. I watch in delight as Corvin makes a circle with his tongue then wraps his lips around it, drawing Raban’s cock into his mouth. I’m still holding the base of Raban’s shaft. As Corvin takes more of it into his mouth, his lips meet my hand, and he looks up at me. Something passes between us. A request, a knowing.
I move my hand to the base of Raban’s cock, feeding Corvin until his lips nudge my hand again. Then he draws back, sucking on the end of the shaft until he slides free with a pop.
The sounds Raban makes as Corvin does this make me damp between my thighs. Not ready to stop but too absorbed in the moment for words, I place my hand on the back of Corvin’s head and draw him forward again. He complies eagerly, takingRaban’s cock in his mouth again, and I let out my own hum of pleasure as he takes it all the way down to the base.
What must this feel like? From everything I’m seeing and hearing, it must feel very good. I wonder if there is a method to it or if everything feels good. I wonder how they discovered it and how many nights were spent exploring each other’s bodies.
I want at once to watch Corvin do this all night but also to hear him make the same little moans Raban is making. So after a while, I pull his head back and hold him there, fingers threaded through his hair. “Your turn.”
