Dairell watches us; his features are hard to read. The flame in his aquamarine orbs is dangerous, and his jawline is so sharp it could give me a paper cut. He clenches his fists as if to rein himself in, when the high elf rips my bodice open and fills his hands with my breasts, gently twirling my nipples. Tarcyll kneels before me, rolling my transparent silk dress up. I moan when I feel his ragged breath on my folds.
“This little pussy is all soaked already,” he breathes, and I squirm when his tongue darts up and down my seam. My legs give in, and I am grateful for Diaphonus´ strong arm around my waist.
How we reach the bed is a mystery. The spymaster gently pushes me down. He captures me with his midnight gaze and slowly unbuttons his shirt. Leaning on my elbows, I pant with need at the sight of his gorgeous, inked pecs and carved abs. The blond priest pins me under his weight while I savor the view and presses his enormous, erect cock against me. His scorching lips are on my breasts, sucking, licking, tormenting, and I arch into him, digging my fingers into his heavenly soft hair. Then I push him down, as I am craving to feel these lips somewhere else, and he obediently settles between my legs, his tongue slowly circling my clit.
I forget about the importance of the Ritual and all the risks. Sizzling waves of carnal need sweep away all my fears. It’s just their bodies and mine now. My desire is stronger than all my insecurities and doubts. The magic in my bones sings, roars, and the males in the bed respond to its siren´s call with the ferocity only Fae possess.
Diaphonus´ slender finger enters me while he devours my clit. Tarcyll lunges onto me with a devilish smirk, capturing my nipple between his fangs, sucking and grazing, awakening an ancient rhythm in my body. I angle my hips toward the high elf’s greedy mouth. He traces every line, tastes every rim, then gently sucks on my nub. Tender fingers brush away my hair, grounding me. Startled, I turn around to meet the cerulean gaze of Dairell. He has stripped down to his soft leather leggings, my God! A cascade of chiseled muscles narrows down to a tight waist, a dusting of dark hair descends from his navel to the low rise of his pants. The dents on both sides of his lower abs guide my greedy gaze down to the mouth-watering bulge in his pants.
The prince gently places my head on his lap, his gorgeous arousal straining to break free and pushing against my nape, and I cannot resist the temptation. I reach up behind me and set this beast of a cock free, then shove it into my mouth. With a low growl, the prince grabs a fistful of my hair and positions my head in his lap at an angle that allows him the deepest penetration possible. Our eyes lock. Oh God, how I enjoy the barely leashed madness in his otherworldly gaze! The rough thrusts of his rock-hard flesh stretch the skin of my face, and I realize, terrified, that he could indeed kill me with that.
Diaphonus lifts my thighs, spreading me wide. He props himself up and rubs his dripping cock along my throbbing clit. I try to pull away from Dairell’s assault, to beg the blond elf to take me, yet my attempts to escape his grip are futile.
“I will fill that sweet little cunt now.” Diaphonus rasps, the profanity in his words so not priest-like. The other males growl in approval. Dairell leans in closer to watch the elf slowly sliding his cock inside me, delivering the sweet stretch I have craved. Diaphonus starts pounding me viciously, my bouncing breasts escaping the gluttonous mouth of the Fae spymaster.
My eyes widen when Tarcyll straddles me, firmly grabs my bouncing breasts in his large arms, and slides his cock between them.
Oh. My God.
The spymaster moans and turns to Diaphonus, “You need to try this, brother, ma’chtariel, dò anne...” he says breathily while fucking my breasts. His actions and words set the other two Fae ablaze, and they resume their assault with brutal force.
My lips are stretched around Dairell’s veiny cock, precum and saliva trickling down my face, yet I manage to catch a glimpse of Tarcyll’s steely tattooed abs, glistening with sweat.
A possessive yank of my hair reminds me of whom I belong to.
“Eyes on me, Celeste,” he rumbles. I wonder if he will hold back and let them have their way with me or lose it and shred the other two males to ribbons. Knowing his possessive nature, I wouldn’t be surprised, yet common sense wins over, and he settles for the latter. He pulls out of my mouth, and I brush a finger over my swollen, wet lips to check for blood.
Tarcyll and the high elf exchange looks, and the world around me blurs. The muscled, inked arms of the spy wrap around my behind, and he pulls me into his lap. He lays down on the fine sheets, and I end up on top of him, my breasts at the mercy of his fangs, his hands roughly squeezing my ass.
“Let me stretch this pink pussy, Celeste. Let me fuck you like an animal.” A note in his voice is certainly not human and makes me shudder. Terror and arousal are the addictive vitriolic mix that I often experience with these Fae. He sheaths himself deep inside me and roughly smacks my ass. Then he starts pumping me like a man possessed, just like he promised, the supple flesh of my breasts slapping his face with each move.
I need more. I am aching to be filled. All of my holes.
“Fuck my mouth, Diaphonus,” I hiss, opening my lips invitingly. The elf smirks and complies, penetrating my mouth, and I can taste myself on him.
The dark prince shuffles behind me. He has undoubtedly a delicious view of Tarcyll’s massive length stretching my slit to its limits. My walls clamp around the spymaster’s enormous girth, and this position—me on top, gives me a maddening rub on my clit. I tilt my head backward, feeling the long strands of my hair tickle my lower back, serving my pebbled nipples to the spymaster’s mouth. A low rumble vibrates down his strained abs when he takes my breast, nibbling on it, his tongue leaving glistening trails on my flesh.
“Your sweet mouth has suffered enough today, Celeste,” the elven priest withdraws from my lips and moves away.
Suddenly, I feel the warmth of his muscular torso behind my back. Diaphonus closes his fingers around my neck, tilting my head up. He kisses me slowly. When he releases my mouth, I immediately sense his tip rubbing against my tight back hole; then he presses in.
“Let me have you like that, too, beautiful Celeste; let me experience this divine pleasure,” he whispers hoarsely. The idea of being filled by both simultaneously is so arousing that it almost makes me orgasm. I spread my legs wider to give him access. He slowly enters me from behind. A moan escapes the beautiful elf, pure music to my ears. The sensation of being completely and utterly filled and stretched makes me mumble some incredibly indecent words.
Then I feel a firm pull on my hair.
I look up to see Dairell's magnificent, dripping cock just an inch away from my open mouth.
"By the Serpent, Celeste, look at all the delights you can provide," he thunders, pulling me up. His hands grab my breasts and knead them with a moan. Then he glides his cock between them, just like the spy did before.
"Bow before your prince, Celeste," he hisses, and I realize what he means. I bend my head, part my lips, and let his engorged head slide between them. I whimper, driven mad by the thought that he’s fucking my tits and mouth at the same time.
He roars, his wings of shadows spreading.
The thought of the pleasure my body delivers while being claimed by these three breathtaking Fae males sends me over the edge. My scream is choked by the jets of hot seed filling my mouth.
Powerful spurts flood my other two holes, and I fear I might lose consciousness. Wave after wave of earth-shattering bliss causes my body to convulse. The glow of my magic pierces the centennial twilight of the dead forest around the Sentinel, and I feel the mighty rumble of an arcane force roll in the distance. Strong hands steady me while my body still trembles.
Spells thicken the air, weaving invisible threads of pure power.
