Page 59 of Vines of the Underworld

Diaphonus and Tarcyll shout commands to the unseen soldiers and mages around us.

"Breath, Celeste, breath, that's it, good girl," I hear a husky voice and feel my surroundings shift. Long fingers stroke my hair, lips meet my lips, licking off Dairell's seed, muscular arms lift me and prop me against a rock-hard body like a tiny doll. The world still spins. I’m on my knees, and my back rests on the broad tattooed chest of the spymaster. My dizzy mind registers the firm fingers of the Dark Prince on my thighs, spreading my folds. My opening is still twitching in aftershocks of the devastating orgasm, still leaking cream from the powerful climax of Tarcyll that has filled me up to the brim, yet Dairell doesn't care. He stretches my labia open, his gaze hazy and mesmerized, starved. His forked tongue flicks over his fangs.

"That mortal heat, that passion!" he rumbles before diving between my legs. I shudder, feeling the gentle pressure of his tongue exploring me, licking me clean, before delving deep into my slit. I squirm, but the strong arms of the spy restrict my movements from behind, holding me just in the place the three males need me to be. I look away from the inky tresses of the prince between my legs and up to the chiseled bronze torso of the elven priest, holding his stiff shaft in his fist. Hard and ready to go again.

"Did you think we were done?" The deep rumble of Tarcyll's laughter behind me stiffens my nipples, "Oh dear, we’re just starting."

I notice distant light explosions, probably the mages redirecting the magic waves that still linger around us.

Our bodies are slick with sweat; all my holes are drenched, twitching, begging for more. The steel of the spymaster slowly glides into my back hole while my pussy is entirely at Dairell's mercy. His fingers join the sweet torment of his tongue and curl inside me. He starts pumping me feistily while his forked tongue leaps around my throbbing nub. Sweet fatigue has softened my bones, and I open my mouth to beg for mercy, yet it is not granted. The steel embrace of Tarcyll still holds me into place while his massive cock slides in and out of my ass, and my only chance to catch a breath is cut short by the blond priest as he shoves his shaft into my throat with a feral growl. The onslaught continues relentlessly, and I comprehend why some mortals couldn't survive mating with Fae. I am locked, penetrated, kneaded, squeezed, consumed, and the savage passion of these males terrifies and arouses me simultaneously.

And we are just starting.

Maybe they will really fuck me to death.

I feel the tension build-up, and they notice the trembling of my body. Dairell withdraws his skilled fingers and swiftly replaces them with his thick veiny cock, spreading my walls with each rough thrust.

The wicked males work me in a savage harmony. It is almost too much to take. I try to free myself from their crushing grip, but my attempts are quickly thwarted, my resistance suffocated in their scorching embrace. I am completely at their mercy, I realize, their massive cocks buried deep in all my openings. The fine dark hairs at the base of Dairell's blade rub against my clit, and I feel the wave of the next orgasm swelling. The three males sense it, too, as they pause their onslaught, and the prince slowly withdraws himself from me. His eyes glow in the twilight, just like the deadly beasts roaming the emerald depths of the jungle. Intoxicated, he indulges in the sight of my open, throbbing pussy. I wiggle in protest and try to form coherent words, yet all I achieve is getting the elf's cock shoved deeper into my throat.

"I think she wants you back inside her," Tarcyll rasps, his dick still deep in my ass, his muscular inked forearms holding me steady, his palms full of my soft flesh.

"I want to hear her begging for it," the Dark Prince responds breathily, looming over me in all his mighty warlord splendor, his shadowy wings making him appear terrifyingly large. His fingers spread my labia open to the point of pain, and he looks me cold in the eye.

"Beg for my cock, Celeste."

I squirm and feel my eyes water, my pussy pulsating with mad need. I bet he can clearly see the convulsions of my walls. The other two males slowly withdraw, leaving me empty and desperate, aching to be filled. I lie before him on the bedsheets soaked with our passion. Seed and saliva drip down my lips and to my breasts when he captures my jaw and forces me to face him.

"Beg me to fuck you, Celeste."

Darkness pools around him, and the other two males retreat another step. Are these the sounds of a sword fight in the distance? Are the blinding explosions getting closer?

I am still sprawled before him. He inches closer, his enormous, engorged head within my reach.

His black wings brush the sheets with slow, hypnotizing sweeps. There is such a halo of might and supernatural beauty around him that I know I would do anything to please him.

"Please, Your Majesty," I mutter, the mad ache between my thighs blurring my mind, "please fuck me."

His beautiful lips turn upward, and he nods in approval. "I like it when you call me that."

I greedily open my mouth and reach for his cock, yet his firm hand grabs my hair and yanks me backward.

"Have you asked for permission?" he hisses, slapping my cheek.

I rub my thighs, aroused to madness by this game of power and control. "Please, your Majesty, let me suck your cock," I mumble, my fingers descending between my legs, desperately trying to relieve the tension. He nods and glides between my lips, and I devour him hungrily. He slams against the back of my throat, choking me.

"You are mine, Celeste," he growls. The gloom around us gets thicker, and I hear the distant clanking of swords and the thunder of spells. My head spins. It is so dark. Where are Tarcyll and Diaphonus? Have the Siphons discovered us? I am amazed to realize I don't care.

"Are you ready for me, Celeste?" he asks, his whisper dripping dark promises. I look up at the rippling curves of his abs and massive pecs, meeting his glowing aquamarine gaze, and nod. He lifts me like a feather, straps my legs around his waist, and I whimper at the deep penetration. His mighty wings beat the air, synchronized with each tantalizing thrust of his hips, and I suddenly feel heavier, all my body weight pressing me down to his shaft.

We are flying.

The distant thunder of the battle fades as he skillfully meanders between the mighty branches of the sacred tree.

"It's just me and you now, Celeste," his words caress my ear, his tone soft and warm. With his arms around me, his cock deep inside me, and the power of gravity working in my favor, I sense a soul-crushing orgasm building up.

Dear Lord, how will I survive this?

I don’t even try to suppress my scream as the first wave of my orgasm nearly destroys me. Dairell's massive manhood claims me with powerful thrusts, and tremors seize my muscles, but he holds me tight, flying higher and higher, and the explosions of arcane energy I release color the branches of the Sentinel purple.

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