Ant, it seemed, didn’t need much encouragement and was soon having full body contractions, bending him slightly as he found his release. It seemed to take forever for him to finish and when he had, Silence came away gasping.
Yet Ant’s gaze never left me. When Silence went to the pitcher of water on the small table in my room for a drink, Ant came to me, kneeling beside the bed and pulling me close to press his lips into my wet folds. Hard hands grabbed my hips to push his face in closer as he sated his hunger and spiked my desire. I ran my hands through the tight black curls on his head, raising my hips to welcome him deeper. I moved my body to the rhythm of his lips and tongue, my back arching, eyelids fluttering, and eyes rolled back as Ant’s incessant hunger nearly drove me mad.
The bed shifted. I glanced over to see Silence next to me. He lay propped up on an arm, leaning over so his free hand and lips could find my breasts. The delicate and delicious suction of his mouth upon the already aroused bud of my nipple was all that was needed to push me over into the swells of my first orgasm. My body tensed with tremors of delight. I let go with a shivering sigh and let myself ride this wave of pleasure that two glorious men were inciting.
Silence’s lips found mine, playing and pulling, sucking and sliding. I reached out with a hand, fumbling and finding his erection, rigid and ready. I gripped it tight and heard his corresponding grunt of pained pleasure.
At the same time Ant’s amazing lips left my folds, and a moment later I felt the probing tip of his erection, aroused once again. The heavy press of his cock slid around my more-than-ready opening and though I couldn’t see, I assumed he was directing it, playing. It slapped down hard upon my engorged clitoris a couple of times prompting convulsions, spikes of pleasure.
Then I finally felt his push, slow and careful, as my folds enveloped him, opening ever so wide to accommodate that incredible cock of his. He took his time, remaining with just his tip inside me, giving slow shallow thrusts. A heavy hand rand up one leg to lay low on my abdomen, his thick thumb slipping down to press and caress my clitoris.
When Silence’s lips next left mine, I whispered to him, “I want to suck on you, the way you did to Ant.”
Surprise and a swell of desire flickered in his eyes as he shifted, kneeling beside me. My hand, already on his cock, brought it to my mouth, and I created a seal with my lips, sucking gently upon him. His eyes rolled back, his hips rocking ever so slightly to move in my mouth. One of his hands, on my breast, squeezed that soft and sensitive flesh, just as Ant pushed a little deeper within me. These two certainly knew how to work together — even though they couldn’t have been doing it consciously — to bring me the most bliss. I rocked and shuddered with another orgasm, removing Silence’s erection to gasp and moan before sucking upon him all the harder, as his moaning joined with mine.
With a slow, persistent push, Ant buried that monster cock deep inside me. He maintained his shallow thrusts, easy and slow, but still, the fullness of him, pressed so wonderfully tight inside my wet and sensitive sheath, was making me mad with pleasure, especially since his thumb was still stroking my clitoris.
“Silence, I’m going to shift,” Ant said, his voice husky and low.
I let Silence withdraw from my lips, admiring the glistening tip of his cock as he slid back a bit.
Ant put his hands under my sides and lifted me. I got the hint, wrapping my legs around him to help pull myself up. We met in a wet and hungry kiss as he turned around.
Then he was sitting on the bed. I unwrapped my legs and straddled him as he lay back, keeping his legs together. Silence got the hint and made a detour to my side-table — for a refilled bottle of oil — before moving around behind me, also straddling Ant’s legs.
I was in control now, at least where Ant was concerned. With all my weight upon him I keenly felt him filling me, pressing upon the deepest parts of me. He pulsed and twitched in time with the beating of his heart. One of his hands reached down between us, his thumb once again pressing to my clit. He wasn’t fully inside me, he was too big, a couple inches remaining outside. But I could lean forward a bit to press his thumb between us and put more pressure on my ragingly sensitive clit. Ant’s other hand reached up to grasp a breast, massaging it with all the skill and power he’d used on my back earlier. Spirits, I loved how hard he was, insistent and grasping, just teasing the edges of pain.
I felt the cold touch of oil on my other opening, the press of Silence’s fingers for a different type of massage. But I must have been quite ready for him as he didn’t need to tease me open for very long before his slickened erection was pushing inside me. He grabbed my hips to pull me close, sinking deep into me, and I felt his cock press and play in wonderful ways.
I began a slow rocking motion, forward onto Ant, back onto Silence and the two of them joined the rhythm. Silence was kissing my back and neck, one of his hands around me, low, slipping down to press on my clitoris, replacing Ant’s. Ant brought his freed hand up to my other breast and now both were being gloriously, savagely, kneaded. I added more pressure still when I leaned forward, all my weight upon his hands. I lost my breath, as pleasure swept through me and spiraled up to wrap around my heart, squeezing every last drop of passion from me. I raised my hands up into my hair, playing and piling it, swaying and growing more frenzied in my movements upon the two hardened men. I was so ready, but wanted them to join me when I came.
“Please,” I whispered. “Now!”
I shuddered with the full body wow of another orgasm and felt myself clench tightly around both men, squeezing them within me, milking their cocks. I heard their corresponding grunts and moans and felt their pressure pickup. Ant swelled impossibly within me, and I knew his release was imminent as Silence found a new frenzied pace. For a moment, my orgasm jacked up to mind-blowing heights at the vigorous movement.
Then… both men froze with final grunts and cries. There was an incredible, aching, pulsing, glorious stillness as both men exploded within me at once, sending me into a delirium of bliss as micro-orgasm after micro-orgasm built then blossomed into a massive tidal wave of pleasure surging through me. All we could do was twitch and groan for a long time, before we finally collapsed together in a sweaty heap of divinely satisfied bodies. The occasional twitch of an aftershock sending thrills through all three of us.
I was so loose from Ant’s earlier massage and so extremely satisfied, that I dozed. I did indeed forget about my worries and the coming culmination of our plans, and when I woke to find both men cuddled close to me, somehow under the covers of my bed, I smiled, contented and allowed myself to sleep again, relaxed and relieved… and hopefully… ready for what was to come.
Chapter 18
I wore my Fey armor.I wasn’t taking any chances. The Vauphani delegation to the peace talks and Monarchal Vote was led by Alvere. With him were Ahmaia, Eorthan, and Elvi of the Fey, a small honor guard of twelve of Vauphan’s elite soldiers, and a contingent from Spider House. Fin was with me, of course, just in case we needed a quick exit. Other than that, I’d agonized over how many of my so-very-few people — my family — to bring. Dove came, she’d insisted, even though I’d been unsure. She said her presence might help to sway Silvermane. I couldn’t disregard that option, so she came as well. Just in case, though, I had Eorthan make her a set of armor like mine, only in gleaming silver. As with all things between us two sisters, she made hers look amazing with her full bust and hips and slender waist, and a gambeson of purest white. Sparrow stayed behind, since she was the only flying scout left at Cliffside with Dove gone. Silence and Ant insisted on coming to protect me. But to keep our party looking small, they remained in their avatar forms in a special pouch at my belt, ready to pop out at a moment’s notice. Midnight was somewhere around us, unseen as usual. The final member of our party was my “special guest” Lord War, currently travelling in one of Ahmaia’s pouches.
Ursa wasn’t with us, she’d returned to Grizzly house as their second and would arrive with that delegation.
As I marched down the main street of Miraline I saw my parents waving from the side of the street. They looked concerned. If they’d heard any of the rumors floating around about me or Dove, I didn’t blame them. I waved back, as did Dove, but we couldn’t go speak to them, not yet. We were part of a formal delegation and stayed with our host, the King of Vauphan. Alvere looked truly Royal that day, in a cloak of deepest purple lined in ermine. His clothes beneath were of navy and gold. His Black hair was free, flowing down to his shoulders, glistening blue-white in the late spring sun. Those beryl-blue eyes were focused ahead, on The Great Hall of Miraline, one of the three largest buildings in the city. The other two were the mayor’s manor and the library, all of which were on the grounds of the mayor’s estate. Those buildings would all be emptied, which was why my parents weren’t at their books today.
We entered through the large double-doors and were shown to our section of the hall. There was but a single chair, for Alvere, the rest of us were meant to stand near or behind him.
We were not the first to arrive. Merlin was there, Hale at her side as her new second. Swan was in her delegation along with over a score of others. She glared at me, I smiled back easily. And when I caught Hale’s eye, my smile only grew, though it wasn’t with mirth. I was thinking about squashing him like a bug.
Others already in attendance included Fang and Retriever of House Pterolycus, with a score of their Nobles. Fang looked just as menacing as usual, big and dark and powerful, glaring at everyone, not just me. Retriever’s golden eyes scanned over everyone present. I couldn’t read that hard look. She didn’t seem impressed with me, but then… she didn’t seem impressed with anyone else either.
The only other Noble present I didn’t recognize. They were seated beside Merlin with only a very small contingent behind them of two others, that was it. By process of elimination I figured this had to be the representative of House Panther. The woman seemed small and fidgety, as if she wanted to run from this meeting. But I got the feeling it was fear and awe of Merlin that was keeping her here.
The others arrived in short order. Spike and his second Quill of house Porcupine. Quill was Spike’s brother, and his avatar was actually a hedgehog, but the two men looked so similar most people just assumed they shared the same avatar.
Skyfire and Silvermane arrived together, talking quietly. I found that intensely intriguing but couldn’t do much about it. I couldn’t quite hear them either. My spider senses were on high alert, but there was too much other chatter in the hall and the two women were speaking far too softly. Behind them Drake and Horn entered, both tall, but otherwise vastly different, Horn was large and fair with greying hair. Drake was thin and dark, but still exuded presence and power. The two men were not talking to each other and it was as if there were some unseen barrier between them, that’s how ‘cold’ they seemed to each other.
