A second spurt, then a third, each one a little less powerful than the last.
Mooralan swipes a string of cum dripping from the socket and brings it to me to suck from his finger. “You are eternally sexy,” he whispers.
Curling a finger inside of me, I fish the clitball out, and while I suck his finger, I offer it to Mooralan.
He takes it, tongue curling briefly around my fingers, too, and Ferrok murmurs, “You’re both trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
I laugh, because no, we aren’t, but, “What’s the punishment for a royal assassination?”
I stick my tongue at at him and he comes to me, still dripping.
“Depends on where you are. The rules are fuzzy here.” He goes to his knees in front of me. “You’d get away with it, though.”’
“Would I?”
He nods and Mooralan tucks the clitball in his cheek before he says, “Phantom would cover it up. They’d do anything to protect the people that work for them.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I like you.”
“We think that’s a very good thing.” Ferrok drags his beak along my knee and I look over at Mooralan.
“Why are you still wearing pants?” I raise one brow and turn back to Ferrok. “Do you think he needs an official decree?”
They both laugh and Mooralan takes his pants off without the need for further prompting.
The lights are dimmer than I realized and his sack glows a brighter green than I remember.
I hold my hand out. “Come here.”
I wrap my hand around him and Ferrok moans with a shudder.
If they were paying me tonight, I might feel bad that Mooralan’s doing half the work with Ferrok’s clitball.
Then again, I might not.
When I suck on his cube-like tip, Mooralan’s hand goes to my hair, gripping tight. His words are strange as he talks around Ferrok’s clitball. “Don’t have too much fun. I am dying to sink into your pussy again.”
I laugh around his cock and consider making him come like this.
We have the room for the whole night if we want it.
His hand tugs as I try to go deeper and his balls tighten when I brush my fingers along them
It would be so easy to make him come like this, but he doesn’t let me. Twisting my hair in his hand, he pulls me back, bending down to kiss me as another of his hands wraps around my throat and he pushes Ferrok’s clitball into my mouth.
“Please let me fuck you,” he breathes against my lips.
How could I refuse such an eloquent offer. I manage not to laugh and only nod. But his smile makes me bite my lips.
He gets on the bed, saying something to Ferrok and then eight hands are on me. Only the two Mooralan uses to support himself don’t slide over my skin.
Ferrok helps lift me up so my legs are over Mooralan’s, and together, they guide his cock into me.
One of Mooralan’s hands holds my waist, another, my left hand, two more grip my knee and shin and I feel another beneath my arm as I grip Ferrok’s shoulder.
I hold his clitball between my lips as they help me lower onto Mooralan’s bright orange cock.
“Gorgeous when you’re empty, an absolute dream when you’re full.” Ferrok pinches my nipple with his beak and toys with it with his tongue.
