Page 52 of Vines of the Underworld

“Mmmmh,” Is all I can utter between the licks and bites of Diaphonus.

Tarcyll wraps himself around my back, and I lean into his carved pecs. Realizing I was starving for him, I shamelessly rub my bare behind against his bulge.

"Oh, how I have missed you, Celeste," he inhales my scent like a madman, then starts fiddling with his pants. An instant later, his cock is between my ass cheeks, rubbing me while he grazes and sucks the sensitive skin of my nape.

I gasp when I feel the priest's fingers find my folds, spread them, and his middle finger dive deeply into my throbbing opening.

"She is drenched for us, Tarcyll," he declares hoarsely, smirking roguishly, and his friend responds with a low growl. I suppress a scream when the dark-haired male's finger slides inside me, too, joining Diaphonus, stretching me, and both wicked Fae start working me simultaneously. I feel the intense heat of their cocks—one pressed against my bare stomach, dripping its clear nectar, the other gliding between my cheeks.

"You are so ready, Celeste, aren't you? You were missing us, too," Diaphonus whispers in my ear before dipping his tongue inside it.

He’s right. I missed them. The way they took me, the way they used my body and claimed all my holes, the pleasure I was able to provide and receive in return…

The Fae carefully lower me on a large bag of grain, and I feel the hot fingers of Tarcyll pressing my thighs open.

I lay completely bare, my folds spread and dripping before these two savage males starved for me. The high elf wraps his hand around my throat and pushes his enormous manhood between my lips. He moans, moving slowly in and out, and I choke on the hard flesh. He feels like steel wrapped in satin, and I am eager to take more.

My eyes open wide, meeting the cerulean heavy-lidded gaze of the priest when his friend presses his firm lips over my clit and sucks gently. I spread my legs wider, thrusting my hips into his hungry mouth. The way these Fae take advantage of my body, how they devour me, and how I respond to them, I have never thought it possible. All my life, I was obsessed with controlling and restraining myself sexually, too shy to share and live my fantasies. Too afraid to be ignored, ridiculed, or rejected.

And now I watch under my long lashes how Tarcyll rises in all his decadent naked beauty and agonizingly slowly buries his magnificent cock inside me. At the same time, the blond priest murmurs words of veneration while fucking my mouth.

"So wet and tight," the spymaster rumbles and switches to his own, melodious tongue. I can only speculate what profanities he mumbles while ravaging me. These words arouse his friend to a feral state, his length filling me to a point where I have to struggle for breath.

"You are so eager to eat my cock today that I see you were really missing it," Diaphonus growls. He grabs a fistful of my hair and angles my head to allow himself even deeper access.

Their moves are so vicious yet precisely calculated, aimed perfectly to deliver and receive the optimal amount of pleasure, that I don't want this to end. Ever.

"Our sweet little human whore, ne’hil thallané" Tarcyll pounds viciously inside me, "look how much she craves us." Somehow, the dirty talk sets me ablaze, and I whimper. He withdraws with well-measured cruelty, leaving me empty and throbbing, and spits in my slit. "Stretch that pussy for me, show me how you ache for me." I obey and pull my labia aside, revealing my throbbing, soaked, pink entrance. Both males drool over it like hungry wolves, then continue their onslaught even more ferociously.

"I was thinking about all the ways I would fuck you for days," Diaphonus breaths, "my cock was sore from touching myself while dreaming of you. "

"I must confess, I am addicted to you, too, Celeste. I ravaged many of your kind, imagining it was you," Tarcyll confesses breathily.

I’m not sure how I feel about this.

No time to ponder over it though. The spy rubs my nub with his knuckles, sending me over the edge. I shatter in pieces, my screams muffled by the blond elf's cock buried deep in my mouth.

Then I start doing the creepy stuff. My glow is more intense this time, and I feel like levitating, but firm hands keep me on the grain bag. The world around me falls apart in shiny pieces, yet I still manage to register the screeching of the door. I suddenly feel cold and empty and look around in terror.

Tall and terrifying, the prince stands in the middle of the room, his eyes glowing red in rage. Darkness pools around his feet and stretches its sticky tendrils toward the spy and the high elf.

"I told you, you can have her during the ritual and never again, you worms!" he barks, and I can barely believe this voice belongs to him, "She is mine! Now get out before I shred you to ribbons!"

They know better than to challenge the mightiest sorcerer of Faëheim in a situation like this. Steps hurry away from me, and the door shuts closed. We are alone in the gloomy room, and I suddenly feel claustrophobic.

He circles me with a casual, menacing gait, and I look down at my exposed body. My luxurious dress is rolled up to my waist, my pussy still stretched open and leaking Tarcyll's cream. He has filled me up well. My makeup is all smeared, and Diaphonus' seed drips from my lips to my bare, hard nipples. He halts before me and slowly unbuttons his pants.

"You disobeyed me, Celeste, and I will have to punish you," he rumbles, then his strong arms wrap around my waist and flip me over, "Oh, how much I will enjoy this."

I can hear him panting behind me, savoring the delicious sight of my creamed-up slit and bare ass.

"You humans are so filthy yet arousing at the same time," he dips a gloved finger in my cunt, slowly pulls it out, and drags it up my crack, "I smell them on you, "he spits with disgust, "yet I see they have missed one hole. "I stiffen when I feel his enormous, firm cock pressing against my rear, and the weight of his massive body is crushing me. His wings spread wide, and the whole room drowns in shadows.

"Open up, Celeste, and receive your punishment," he purrs in my ear, and I oblige. His thick tip spreads me, and he hisses when he slowly penetrates me.

"I heard everything, you know," he whispers, his forked tongue following the outlines of my ear, sending shivers of bliss down my spine. "You are mine, Celeste, and I plan to keep you forever."

He cautiously starts pumping, and I arch against his chest, drawing a low rumble, "You promised to let me go after all this is over!" I protest, trying to free myself.

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