Page 27 of Moonlit Guardians
“Open for him, Eilish. You can take both of us.” She’s done it before.
I tease her opening with the head of my prick. She bites her lip and barrels down. I feel the give and thrust into her. Pyre swallows her scream in a searing kiss that causes her to shiver. A new flood of wetness pools between us and I bury myself inside her with a satisfied groan.
Eilish begins to rock her hips. I feel each squelching slide and every fluttering kiss of her womb. My fingers pet her folds. I feel her clit graze my hand each time she drops onto our cocks. She chases that delicious pleasure that waited on the other side of the pain that comes each time we claim her body. Pyre starts thrusting up to meet the rhythm she set with her pulsing hips. I tangle my hand in her hair and pull her back against my chest. Their movements stroke my cock beautifully. I watch Eilish lean down and whisper into Pyre’s ear only seconds before his hands find their way to my hips. My rhythm falters, but not for long.
I watch them kiss deeply, tongues swirling and fighting for dominance. My instinct is to turn away, to refuse myself this sight, but I find myself dipping my head towards them. Eilish groans deeply when she feels me join the kiss. Her thrusts become more violent as she slams herself down over and over, impaling her tender flesh on our erections.
Pyre’s thrusts are quick and shallow while mine are deep and punishing. I feel the lush darkness within her rising just as her channel squeezes around us. Her climax causes hot, rippling muscles to caress our sensitive cocks.
“You have no idea how good you feel,” I manage.
“Baron!” she screams. “Pyre… I…”
“Use your power, Eilish.” Pyre’s bruising grip intensifies. Eilish places one hand on his chest and I place my hand over hers. The roar of power rises. That crimson smoke of her succubus power surrounds Pyre as he arches off the bed. I kiss her neck and feel the probing power of the angel as she opens the connection.
She acts as a conduit of magic, pulling The Veil’s power from Pyre and filtering it into me.
“Do it!” Eilish shouts, breaking through that wall of pleasure once more. Pyre lifts off the bed and I sink my fangs into his neck and the familiar burst of magic hits my taste buds. I lose control and my cock twitches one last time before I spill my seed inside her. I feel the transfer. Pyre has given me part of his guardianship of The Veil. And with it, he’s given me part of his soul.
Darkness swarms my vision...
The bond... the bond is strong between Pyre and I. And my affection for Eilish has grown as well. I feel her heartbeat in my chest as though we share the same heart. Hands stroke my hair and I open my eyes to find her staring down at me. She smiles and traces my lips with the pad of her fingers.
“I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I think we should do that again. It was... liberating,” she says.
Pyre chuckles from his place beside us. The necromancer looks a little too comfortable sprawled across the sheets in the nude, scarlet hair fanning across the pillows like some sort of renaissance painting. I feel heat rising to my cheeks as Eilish cranes her neck to lick the bite mark I left on him. She moans and peers at me through a curtain of white hair, an impish smile curling her lips. I’ve never been more in love in my life or death.
CHAPTER TEN
FLUMPH
Mercenary Stronghold
“Fuckin’ hell!”
An explosion rocks the entire fuckin’ universe an’ I flys up to the big wall to see what the hell up with all the noise. The sentries scramblin’ ‘round to see if they see somethin’, but they ain’t got eyes like me. I stares off into the distance an’ spy a huge asshole ridin’ a stag... er is it a moose? Either way, it be fuckin’ ginormous. An’ I knows who it is.
I recognize Variant anywhere. He lookin’ all smug-like as he ride towards the stronghold with his army behind him. Them stinky fuckin’ orcs an’ goblins runnin’ ‘round like a bunch o’ crazy chickens.
I hurry over to blows on the horn that lets everyone know we’s under attack, but my little lungs ain’t strong ‘nough to gets the job done. Variant leap from him’s mount an’ fly over the wall, landin’ on top of the Hall of Clans like some perverted version of a gargoyle. He stand there all high an’ mighty with hims hair blowin’ in the wind an him’s wings spread.
The others ain’t got no idea what goin’ on! I run quick as I can an’ try to get to them, but it too late. Variant raise him hands an’ I see lots of fuckin’ magic flowin’ from his palms. Big ass chunks o’ the wall start fallin’ off. It happen so fast, the guards don’t know whats to do. The barracks begins to crumble like a cookie left in milks for too long.
I hurry to find Noni ‘cause she my friend an’ all. But I can’t fuckin’ find her. She ain’t in the kitchens or the hospital.
My poor wings can’t go no faster. I dodgin’ spells an arrows, but I don’t gots my crossbow to fight back. I hate feelin’ so helpless again. Finally, I see some o’ the other clans fightin’ against Variant’s forces. Kolvar and Aima at the front, o’ course.
“Hey! Ass Face?! You seen Noni?”
The satyr shake him’s horny head an’ tosses Aima towards a horde o’ enemies. I real tired o’ them orcs lookin’ at me like I their supper or somethin’. Another fuckin’ explosion nearly blow my ass clean off my body…
I hits the wall an’ my eyes go all blurry-like for a minute. Big hands reaches down and pulls me up from the ground. I starin’ into the eyes of a slobbery goblin prick. Them isn’t ‘pose to comes out of their caves, but here they fuckin’ are!
I jump on its face an’ dig my hands into him’s eyes, pushin’ in real deep ‘til the pus oozin’ out an’ he drop me. I try to fly, but my precious wing ain’t movin’.
“Noni! Where the fucks is you?!” I really hopin’ she ain’t hurt. She real annoyin’ an’ all cuddly-like but I don’t hate her none. “Noni!”
I turn the corner an’ shuffle toward the fuckin’ mage tower where two o’ my other small fae friends is. Motis an’ Isabelle... I sees the tiny little bodies o’ the fae critters lyin’ in piles. Their faces is starin’ at me with no life if they eyes an’ it hurt worse than I thought it ever would. I lost lots of friends, ‘specially when Anona used to get real mad. I thought here was different, but here an’ there is all the same. I ain’t got nothin’ else to do but crawl in the pile an looks for Noni.
