Kayluth reached back, gripping Manning’s thigh. He looked over his shoulder at Manning with a mischievous grin. “Do you wissh to fuck me while wearing a crown, my Vidar?”
Brandt laughed. “Nolrend would turn over in his crypt.”
Kayluth’s fingers tightened. “You have discovered your ancestor?”
“Ssu.” Manning petted Kayluth’s hand, bringing his sobroke’s attention to it. “His crown, not his grave.”
Kay jerked his arm away. “Apologies, my love.”
Manning tugged on Kayluth’s braids, drawing his mate into a lengthy meeting of their lips. He took possession and control, not to punish but to show he hadn’t been hurt. He couldn’t be hurt by someone he loved and trusted. Any errant pain inadvertently caused was simply Kay showing how much he cared. Manning pulled harder on Kayluth’s braids to prove his own point, dragging a deep-seated rumbling moan from his mate’s chest, one that slid from Kay’s mouth into his.
Pulsing his hips, Manning made love to his sobroke. Kayluth fell away, turning to kiss Brandt as he angled his ass higher. Euphoria filled him, from his toes to the top of his head. Yeh, he’d look good fucking his mates in nothing but his torque and that beautifully silver-woven and garnet-embellished crown. He leisurely pumped his cock into Kayluth’s body while holding onto Kay’s waist. Manning wanted to draw the night out for as long as possible, but hearing his mates’ breathy moans and feeling the push-pull around his shaft was inching Manning towards orgasm well before he wanted.
He pulled out and gently slapped Kayluth’s thigh. “Turn our sobroke over and get underneath him.” He watched in rapt admiration as Kay scrambled to do so, ensuring he didn’t put any strain on Brandt’s bound arms.
Brandt
Brandt tugged at his bindings as he knelt between Kayluth’s legs. His shoulders burned, especially as he twisted to look at Manning, but he ignored the pain in search of pleasing his sobroke. “Master, please, may I enter our husband?”
Manning wet his lips, making a suggestive study of Brandt’s body. “Not yet, my love, but get closer. I want your cocks touching while I get you ready for me.”
Brandt shuffled closer to Kay, forcing their Drakken to lift his legs. Kayluth braced Brandt as he leaned forward, easing him into a kiss filled with tongues and tiny begging whimpers.
Behind him, Manning sighed. “I could watch the two of you all day. You’re both so needy tonight.” He traced Brandt’s entrance lightly with fingertips dipped into the oil, rubbing until Brandt’s muscles loosened more. When he pushed inside, Brandt’s arousal skyrocketed. By the time they all joined, he knew he’d be flying higher than fluffy clouds on a brilliant summer day.
When Brandt received nothing more than a single digit as prep before Manning switched finger for cock, he gritted his teeth at the unexpected intrusion. He’d been sure Manning had wanted to prolong their night of erotic pleasure, but instead, Manning gave him no leeway, holding his waist and entering him in a swift thrust. A harsh grunt spilled from his lips, and he struggled to hold still and not pull away.
“Take it,” Kayluth growled. “You musst. You, then me, Ssundrake. Together, we will break you.”
“Fuck, yeh.” He tipped forward, sliding his body along Kay’s. Their erections met and cockheads kissed messily, bathing in the fluid weeping from Kayluth’s slit. “Let me taste you, Stardrake.” Brandt stuck out his tongue.
Kayluth slid two fingers through the pre-cum coating his stomach. He pushed those digits into Brandt’s mouth. Brandt moaned around the slick digits, sucking and licking the salty flavor of his Drakken mate. Manning’s grip tightened as he began thrusting into Brandt. The sharp slap of their bodies rocked Brandt against Kayluth. He pushed out his ass in silent question, using his body to ask when he couldn’t speak.
Manning snickered, wrapping his arms around Brandt and lifting him away from Kayluth. “Bad boys don’t get to play without permission.” Brandt whimpered even though he knew Manning teased him. It was all part of the game to some degree. Brandt submitting to Manning’s dominance turned them both on to the nth level. The addition of Kayluth’s easy nature, swinging between both Dom and sub, enhanced their relationship. Brandt loved submitting to both of them, but he really loved it when they put him in the middle. Best of both worlds, fucking and getting fucked.
“Master, may I?” Brandt asked again. His cock stuck straight out, dribbling precum, neglected and needy. Brandt was sure, if it could, his shaft would be pointing down at the hole it wanted to fill. If his wrists weren’t tied, he’d hold his erection firmly, give it a few firm strokes, then aim it in the right direction. Kayluth even lifted his knees, splaying himself in a wanton visual Brandt wanted inclusion in.
“Hm. Sobroke Stardrake, do you want this cock?” Manning wrapped an oil-slicked hand around Brandt’s erection. He stroked Brandt’s shaft in direct fantasy of the thoughts he’d just had. That it was Manning instead of his hand was even better.
Slippery and very ready, Brandt begged, “Please, Masters, please.”
Kayluth rolled to a sitting position. He cupped Brandt’s nape and kissed him, filling Brandt’s mouth with his tongue as he pressed their lips together. When he pulled back, he gazed over Brandt’s shoulder and whispered, “Pleasse.”
Brandt didn’t know what Manning did, but Kay’s resulting grin spiked Brandt’s desire. Kayluth relaxed to the bed, dragging Brandt down with him by the neck. Craving another kiss, Brandt crashed onto Kayluth’s chest, losing his breath as it blew from his lungs. He crawled forward, stretching his neck. Kayluth lifted Brandt under his armpits, helping him reach.
Manning followed, keeping his erection stuffed inside Brandt’s ass. He snuck a hand between Brandt’s and Kayluth’s bodies to guide Brandt’s cock home. Their kiss became nothing more than open mouths panting into the other as he sank slowly into Kayluth’s entrance. Exquisite heat surrounded him on all sides, he had nowhere to go and no place he’d rather be.
Kayluth traced Brandt’s arms from shoulder to wrist, covering the binding with his impressive grip, gentle when needed, harsh when warranted. How many times had Brandt become lost under his mate’s exotic touch? He gazed down at his mate, eyeing the two silver ssol hanging loose from Kay’s temples. He remembered that first time when Kayluth, in drakken form, had allowed Brandt inside him. That strange little pocket that had accepted Brandt’s cock while Kayluth’s huge drakken shaft rubbed against Brandt’s legs. Of course, Brandt now knew it was the opening to the drakken uterus. Could Kayluth get pregnant again? Another little drakeen to nurture would be nice…
“Ssundrake, your mind wanderss. Ssilly boy. What more musst I do to keep you in the pressent?”
Brandt shook his head, seriously wondering how he could be thinking about babes when his sobroke had him between them. He wiggled his ass, moaning as Manning’s cock rubbed enticingly against his sensitive membranes. When Manning thrust forward, Brandt pushed further into Kayluth, banishing all outside thoughts except the spiraling pleasure threading through his body.
His sobrokes’ hands held his waist, caressed his back, stroked his thighs and ass. There wasn’t a place on his body they didn’t touch. Each left a mark, though invisible; he felt them as they seared pleasure into every inch of his skin.
Manning’s grip on his waist tightened as he plunged into Brandt’s body. In turn, he thrust Brandt into Kay faster, quickening his arousal, pushing him closer to coming. He grit his teeth, dropping his forehead to Kay’s chest, forcing himself to hold off until they gave him permission.
Kayluth lifted Brandt’s face, curling to kiss him again. When Kay stuck his tongue into Brandt’s mouth, he sucked on the twitching muscle, much like he would have if Kay had given him his cock again. If only he was flexible enough to fuck, be fucked, and suck all at once. Such lascivious thoughts made him bear down, rocking forward into Kay as he squeezed his interior muscles around Manning’s shaft.
