Oh!
Sweet mother of all things hotness.
I watch transfixed as Jude reaches forward and pulls Tarl’s tight jodhpurs down, his thick length springing free. Metal glintsat the tip of his mushroom head, and I lick my lips, remembering how good Aeron felt inside me, the piercing adding an extra sensation.
Jude soon covers Tarl’s cock with his palm, and the sight of his blood coating it does something to me that makes my heart race and more wetness slick down my thighs. Tarl moans in my ear, his grip on me tightening as Jude pumps his fist up and down, twisting it at the top, a bead of pre-cum glistening and mixing with all that red.
“Does that feel good, sir?” Jude asks, his voice deep and breathy.
“You know it does, Brat,” Tarl answers in a low moan, and I get lost watching the movement of Jude covering Tarl’s length with his own blood. I must whimper because they pause, and I look up to see a smirk on Jude’s face.
“I think our birdie wants some too, sir,” Jude says, and my heart gives a thud.
“Then who are we to deny her?”
Jude lets go of Tarl, who steps back behind me, releasing me from his embrace only to yank my jodhpurs and panties down a second later, leaving them around my lower thighs and me teetering. He steadies me with a firm grip on my hips, one hand coming up between my shoulder blades and pushing down until I’m bent over, my hands trying to find purchase.
“Grip onto me, love,” Jude murmurs in a husky, low voice. He helps to guide my hands up to his hips, and my fingers immediately dig into the firm, ink-covered muscles. I can feel the scars underneath my fingertips, and I find myself tracing them.
Moments later, I feel the nudge of Tarl’s head at my entrance, and with a slow, controlled thrust, he surges inside my heated channel. The cry that leaves my lips startles the surroundingbirds, making them take flight from the trees around us. I was right; the piercing feels fucking mind-blowing.
“Open your eyes, Nightingale,” Jude coos, and I do as he says to see his own cock coated in red and his metal gleaming before my face. Grabbing the base of his dick, he presses it against my lips and I open at the silent command, tasting the tang of copper alongside the musk of Jude as he pushes inside my mouth, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. The piercings make for an interesting change; the metal clacking against my teeth as it passes. I gag, and Tarl groans behind me.
“She tightens when you hit her throat, Brat, and it feels fucking incredible.”
Jude holds still, letting me suck in tiny amounts of air as Tarl moves behind me, pushing Jude deeper into my throat. I moan around Jude’s cock as the drag and pull of Tarl’s sends me spinning, my fingers digging into Jude’s flesh with ecstasy.
“Are you ready to be ruined, Nightingale?” Jude asks, his bloody fingertips trailing a wet path down my cheek. I roll my eyes upwards, and give a slight nod, our position making it impossible for me to do much more. “Such a good, broken bird.”
He pulls out, allowing me a gasp of sweet air, before he thrusts into my mouth once more, pushing me back onto Tarl who slides deeper into my cunt. The world around us spins and careens on its axis as he practically touches my cervix, and I whine around Jude’s cock.
“Goddamn,” Tarl rasps out, his fingers gripping my hips just as tightly as mine do Jude’s.
“Does she feel good, sir?” Jude questions, his own voice strained as he repeats the move.
“Exquisite.”
They do as Jude promised, ruining me in the middle of the forest, the gentle breeze caressing the overheated skin of my thighs as the sounds of birds singing returns, our moans andgrunts adding to the melody. They build me higher, my body threatening to burst with the pleasure that they’re forcing upon me, and a part of me never wants it to end, even as another craves the climax that I can feel just out of reach.
Snapping twigs draw me away from the dance we’re doing, and I roll my eyes to the side to see Aeron and Knox standing there, chests heaving as they grip their dicks. I moan around Jude’s cock, and he tugs my hair, my eyes rolling back up to him.
“Do you see how wild you make us all, Nightingale?” he grits out, teeth clenching as he keeps thrusting into my mouth, and I’d worry about him chipping a tooth with all that metal, but I’m too high off them to give a shit. “We’re all desperate for you. You’ve bewitched us.”
Another incoherent sound gurgles in my throat, my inner walls clamping around Tarl as I come so hard that I see fucking stars. My entire body stiffens, the pleasure that’s fracturing my insides almost too much as they thrust harder, fucking me with wild abandon like savages.
I hear curses and scream when Tarl thrusts so hard into me it fucking hurts, but the pain just makes another orgasm rip through me, leaving me trembling and drowning in sweet agony. He holds me there, pouring his release inside me just as Jude shouts and my throat is full of him as he, too, fills me with his climax.
I’m held motionless, barely able to breathe as I hold them both inside me. The pleasure I feel with these men is tortured bliss, borderline painful, like having my insides rearranged until I no longer recognize who or what I am. Am I a Dead Soldier? Are we still enemies? Do I care either way?
I gasp when Jude slowly pulls out of my mouth, my throat aching with his vicious intrusion. A small moan leaves my swollen lips when Tarl withdraws, and Jude uses his grip on my chin to pull me upwards.
“So fucking beautiful,” he sighs, licking the corner of my mouth and groaning. “And so fucking ours.”
Jude slips his tongue inside my mouth, and like I did for his dick, I open up to him, relishing the taste of naughty deeds and intense highs that hits my tongue.
Tarl presses close behind me, turning my head and breaking my kiss with Jude, placing his lips onto mine so that he can kiss me over my shoulder. He makes a deep sound when his tongue invades, clearly tasting Jude in my mouth. Tarl tastes like sinful nights in hot climates, decadent debauchery, and things that heat your cheeks in the light of day. I can’t get enough.
“Ours to ruin,” he whispers when he pulls away.
