Slowing his thrusts, Albie moved his hands to her ass and pulled her cheeks wide, exposing her tight, pink hole and the tantalizing sight of his cock stretching her pussy. I fluttered my tongue over her pucker, and Portia sobbed against Albie’s chest.
“That’s it,” he crooned, still holding her open. I ran my tongue from Portia’s asshole to the place where he disappeared inside her.
His groan rumbled the bed. He thrust a little faster, and I swirled my tongue around both of them, pressing it flat before stiffening the tip and fluttering everywhere I could reach.
They both moaned, and I kept at it, teasing and licking. “You taste good together,” I said, sucking down Portia’s flaring lips. She cried out, and I let her writhe for a moment before returning to her hole.
“So pretty here, lass,” I growled, licking hard. “Like a shy little flower.”
She keened, thrusting backward. I licked her over and over, coaxing the muscle open. My dick was so hard it was nearly numb.
At last, I sat up, swiping at my chin. Portia sprawled boneless on Albie’s chest. I fingered her asshole, and she shivered and clamped around me, her wanton moan going straight to my weeping dick.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty arse,” I said, my voice rough with need. “And Albie and I are going to make you ours. Last chance to say no, Princess.”
It hurt to say it, but I had to give her one final choice. I had to be absolutely certain, even if walking away from her meant death. And it would. Hearing a “no” from her lips would kill me.
“Yes,” she said, struggling to her elbows, and I could have collapsed with relief. Her eyes were pleading as she met my gaze. “Please, Tavish. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Do you have oil?” I needed her slicker before I even thought of giving her my cock.
She nodded to one of the tables beside her bed. “Top drawer.”
I leaned over and pulled it open. A small bottle of clear liquid lay next to a colorful assortment of cylinders about the length of my middle finger. They were all different, some with strange protrusions and little bumps.
I chose a blue one and held it up. “What are these things?”
“No.” She pushed up a little from Albie’s chest, color flooding her face. “The bottle.”
I turned the object and peered at the little round knobs at the top. “It’s some kind of tool…”
“Put itback,” Portia said. “We’ll talk about it later. Just bring the lube over here.”
I slipped the cylinder back in the drawer and gave the bottle a little shake. Satisfaction curled in my chest as I resumed my position behind Portia. “You don’t have to explain this, lass.”
With a little fumbling, I figured out how to open the bottle. The contents dripped onto my fingers like liquid silk, and I smiled. “I’m going to love this time.”
Portia laughed softly, then moaned when Albie squeezed her hips and thrust into her. She eased her upper half forward again until her breasts mashed against his chest.
I slicked my shaft, then draped myself over her and kissed her nape. “You ready for me?”
“Yes.” She cast a plaintive look over her shoulder. “Please. I can’t wait anymore.”
I couldn’t, either. I eased two wet fingers inside her, and tight, perfect heat swallowed me. The liquid in the little bottle was a miracle. Maybe more magic from the human world. Whatever it was, it eased my entry, and I shuddered as Portia squeezed me harder.
“Slow, lass,” I said, desperately trying to ignore my twitching dick. “You’ll make me come doing that.”
“I can’t help it,” she said on a moan. “It feels so good.”
“My cock will feel better.” And it was past time I gave it to her. Pulling my fingers free, I gripped my shaft and pressed my tip to her opening. Albie stroked her hair away from her face as I pushed forward, my jaw clamped tight against the lust that urged me to pump my way to a quick release.
“That’s a good lass,” Albie said, kissing her forehead. “You’re made for us, Portia. Can you feel it?”
She nodded. “I feel you both.”
Her passage relaxed, and I slid deeper, my groan probably loud enough to wake the gods. I eased my hips forward, opening her inch by inch until I was fully seated, my balls pressed to her perfect arse.
For a moment, Albie and I stayed still, letting her adjust. I petted her hair and kissed her neck. Albie murmured soft words in her ear.
