Kharon jerked his hips harshly, slamming deeper, and I cried out with ecstasy—waves of pleasure crashing over me as I clenched his cock. The shock waves were endless.
Swearing, Kharon held my hips with both hands as he tipped his head back, hot wetness pulsing inside me as we came together.
Seconds passed as we both sat connected, chests heaving.
I leaned forward to rest against him.
“Not yet, carissima,” Kharon whispered huskily. He grabbed my hips and slowly lifted me off his lap.
My knees shook as I got to my feet.
Kharon gently pushed me toward Augustus. “Now …” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You fuck him.”
The man in question,theeldest heir to the House of War, was waiting in his seat, legs spread obscenely wide. His bronze skin shone in the firelight, thick cock maroon and weeping; metal glinted on the tip.
His crown was even more askew, eyes hooded.
Pleasure still fluttering through me in aftershocks, on shaky knees I started to crawl onto Augustus’s lap.
“Not like that, my carus—turn around.”
Augustus’s nails bit into my hips as he turned me, so I was facing Kharon. Gripping me from behind, he moved forward to the edge of his seat.
“Open your legs,” Kharon ordered.
I obeyed, flushing as I was exposed.
Kharon palmed his soft cock. It was already hardening again in his hand.Is that normal?
Augustus gently pulled me toward him, and I gripped the chair arms for purchase, as he hovered me over his lap, and positioned his cold metal head at my entrance.
“Sit back down on me.”
Face flushing with heat, I lowered myself onto his dick. The stretch was unholy.
“I can see my cum dripping from you, princess,” Kharon said hoarsely as he watched us with hooded eyes, stroking faster.
“Does it hurt?”
I shook my head.
Augustus thrust his hips up forcefully, sheathing himself fully inside of me so I was sitting on his lap, my back to his chest.
I bit down on my lip, overwhelmed. He was everywhere. I was fully exposed, cool air pebbling my skin.
Augustus kissed my shoulders tenderly, cupping my breasts.
Kharon stroked himself faster, skin slapping wetly.
“Are you doing okay, my sweet carus?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His metal piercing was cool inside of me and my stomach clenched at the new sensation.
“You did such a good job—you’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Your cunt feels so good squeezing around my cock.”
Gasping, still holding on to the chair arms, I looked over my shoulder at him.
