I didn’t say a word, but Mooralan saw the red mark and glared accordingly.
Which is why Ferrok’s here, over top of me, cock dripping onto me as Mooralan denies him that reward a few more minutes.
Pushing the clitball into the hollow of my cheek, I whisper. “Ask him nicely if you can fuck me, please.”
Behind him, Mooralan chuckles, and Ferrok breathes the word “Please” in his own language. It’s one of the very few I know.
I don’t know what Mooralan says back, but I can see the relief on Ferrok’s face as he moves my legs further apart and sinks into me.
I shiver at the sensation. His punishment was mine too in some ways.
But the precum makes me slippery, and my hips rock to match the rhythm he starts. It’s almost instinctual now.
Eyes closed, he says something that sounds like a prayer, and Mooralan reaches around him to smooth fingers over my skin.
His hands are everywhere, on both of us, and I let my hazy mind spin as he moves us. I’m just along for the ride.
“Look at how she works your cock,” Mooralan whispers. “Our sweet Jade…”
I look up at him and say, “Look at how good our handsome prince follows directions. Shouldn’t you give him what he really wants?”
He growls, and two of his hands take hold of my hips, moving me up, and other hands shove Ferrok with me.
“He can have everything he wants,” Mooralan says. “Both of you can.”
Ferrok doesn’t say anything. I’m not sure he has the breath to make sounds, much less words. He bites his tongue and his eyes open wide as Mooralan guides himself into Ferrok’s ass.
This is Ferrok’s favorite, and we all know it. It’s become my favorite too.
Tendons in his neck strain, and I take hold of his face, pulling him down so I can kiss him. “You don’t have to hold back. There’s no rush, but there’s also no reason to try to stop it.”
I glance past him to where Mooralan smiles through gritted teeth, one hand on the back of Ferrok’s neck, two holding his waist, the others… doing who knows what.
“We’ve got all the time in the world right now,” I tell them both. “Anything we want, we can have.”
He shivers and drops his head to my shoulder. “I love you. Both of you.”
The words are soft and strained and so, so sweet.
But I need more than to know he loves us. “Promise me you’ll never try to leave us again. Not without a discussion.”
“Not even with a discussion,” Mooralan says through clenched teeth.
“I won’t.” Ferrok promises. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He grunts then, his body jerking against mine, and he comes with a soft and breathy groan that makes my whole body tighten around him, and I suck on his clitball to keep from accidentally inhaling it.
My pussy squeezes in waves, trying to pull him deeper, but I can’t get any closer. I would pull him into me until there was no space between us at all if I could, and then, I would pull Mooralan down into us too.
Ferrok lifts away from me too soon.
But the soft moan that leaves him, and the way he grips my waist, tells me he doesn’t want to.
Mooralan moves us around like dolls.
I yelp when four of Mooralan’s hands grab hold of me, pulling and sliding and maneuvering me around Ferok until I’m on top of him, back to back.
He holds my hips up to his mouth while he keeps pounding into Ferrok, and when his lips find me, I feel like I could split open.
