“Oh, fuck. You’re fucking mouth is fantastic.”
I peered up to see Reggie leaning forward and swallowing down Zander’s hard shaft. Grinning, I went back to licking Reggie’s ass. I knew from experience how great Reggie’s blow jobs were.
Skillfully, my tongue breached his tight ring, and Reggie let loose a muffled cry. I brought my hand up and allowed my finger to replace my tongue. If Reggie liked my tongue, he was in for even more pleasure. I slipped my digit in his warm, smooth channel, being sure to rub that special spot.
Reggie cried out above me as I hit that bundle of nerves. I slid my finger in and out, adding another and another, each time passing over his prostate. My cock ached, and I yearned to fill him. I couldn’t wait anymore. I pulled my fingers free and rose behind Reggie.
“Lube? Do you have lube?” I asked Zander desperately.
Zander grinned and let out a moan of his own. “Fuck, I can’t think… Oh my god, your tongue, when you… fuck.”
My eyes focused on Reggie bobbing up and down on Zander’s hard shaft.
“Zander! Lube?” I asked again. I wanted to fill Reggie, claim him, make him mine.
Zander snapped his fingers, and a clay jar appeared on the bed. I snatched it up and slid off the lid. A white cream greeted me. It wasn’t like the clear human lube I was used to. Shrugging, I scooped some on my fingers and slathered my shaft.
A tingling rushed through my body, and if possible, my cock hardened more. This stuff, this magic lube, felt amazing. I released a breath and shook my head. I needed to focus.
Lining up my cock, I slowly slid in. Reggie’s and my groans filled the room as warm heat enveloped my shaft. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”
I pressed on until I was fully sheathed. I stilled, allowing him a chance to adjust. He felt amazing. The tingling of the cream increased a hundredfold.
“Move,” Reggie ground out.
“Your wish is my command.” I slid out and thrust in a rapid motion picking up the pace until I gained a steady rhythm. This was what I was missing. I never wanted this to end.
While I was lost in the rhythm, a sudden warmth pressed against my own back. I felt Zander's hands on my hips, steadying himself. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. "May I?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and tenderness.
I shuddered at the intimate contact, momentarily overwhelmed by the sensation of being caught between both of my beloveds. With a nod, I granted him permission.
The slickness of the magical lube made its presence known again as Zander prepared me, his fingers gently stretching and teasing. When he finally pressed his cock against me, I gasped, feeling an exquisite mix of pleasure and anticipation. The sensation of him entering me, combined with the rhythm I maintained with Reggie, heightened the pleasure to almost unbearable levels.
Together, the three of us moved in a synchronized dance, each thrust and movement amplifying the connection we all shared. The room echoed with our combined moans and gasps, and in that moment, everything else faded away. It was just us, bound together by desire, love, and the promise of an unbreakable bond.
Waves of pleasure rushed through my body like a tidal wave. My fangs descended, and my vision turned infrared. It was time we completed our bond. I lifted my hand and bit into my wrist before holding the bleeding wound to Reggie’s lips.
“Drink, my love,” I commanded.
Reggie didn’t hesitate. He latched on and sucked. I cried out in ecstasy at the sensation. Each draw of blood caused another wave of pleasure. Leaning forward, I struck, sinking my fangs into Reggie’s neck. He cried out, and he tasted like sweet wine.
Reggie cried out. “I’m coming!”
He stilled beneath me, and my orgasm rushed through my body. I was right behind him. And by Zander’s frantic thrusts, I knew he was, too. The sensation of fucking and being fucked at the same time was indescribable.
“I promise always to love and protect you both. This is my oath as a Fae, do you accept?” Zander cried out.
“Yes!” Reggie yelled.
I pulled back and tilted my head. “I do,” I whispered, locking my eyes with Zander.
Zander roared and continued to thrust in and out of me. He lifted his wrist to my mouth. “Drink, you need to drink. You have my permission.”
He remembered my promise that I wouldn’t drink from him without his permission. I bit down and allowed my fangs to pierce his flesh. I moaned. Where Reggie tasted like sweet wine, Zander tasted like honey. I could feel the magic in his blood course through my body.
Zander’s thrusts were unrelenting. Each one synchronized with the rhythm of my pulse as I drank from him. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and power. The room was charged with an energy that seemed to resonate from our very cores, magnified by the intimacy of the moment.
At the same time, I felt Reggie shift beneath me, and before I could react, he had bitten into Zander’s other wrist, joining me in tasting the sweet nectar of our mate’s essence. The three of us were linked, not just physically, but also through the shared experience of this primal act.
