“Oh, Asteria, I know you’re not ready for everything yet.” Cyrus’s tone was taunting as he continued. “I promise, not one cock will find its way inside your delectable little cunt today. No matter how much you beg.” A cruel smirk lit his face as panic filtered through my body.
What was he going to do—what weretheygoing to do to me?
“Oh, Cyrus, give the girl a break.” Lord Visita laughed. “Let’s at least help her loosen up first.” He smirked as he began to slide tohis knees, looking up at me as his hands slipped under my skirt. My breathing became heavy from a combination of fright and arousal as his palms slid sensuously up the bare skin of my legs, my skirt rising with them and exposing me to the cool air of the room.
“What—” I tried to ask, but my throat felt horribly tight. I cleared it—the two men beside me meeting one another’s eyes as they shared a loaded glance. “What are you doing?” I knew what it looked like, but a Fae lord on his knees in front of me made absolutely no sense.
“You see, my dear friend here refuses to get on his knees for a woman.” Lord Visita laughed softly, meeting my eyes with a soft smile. “He thinks it’s below him as Crown Prince to kneel before another of lesser status.” Lord Visita rolled his eyes, and paired with his words, it made him seem more easy going than Cyrus ever was, and that smile held a captivating quality that was hard to look away from.
“I see no need to debase myself in such a way.” Cyrus said with a huff, rolling his eyes in return just like brothers would act with one another. “Besides, you’re all too willing to step in to help.”
“You’re damn right.” Lord Visita agreed, nodding eagerly. He turned his gaze from Cyrus to me, his face softening. “Let me make you feel good, Asteria. I can make this so, so good for you.”
Old Gods, he was tempting. I couldn’t help but believe his promise of pleasure, positive that he would make it an experience to remember. His hands were running over my thighs, and I wondered if Cyrus told him how that movement turned me on, or if he just happened upon the spot instinctively. I squirmed in my seat, unsure of what to do. My moral compass screamed to get up and leave, but I knew I was on shaky ground with Cyrus. Would doing so put me at a disadvantage when it came to my plans?
“Unless, of course, you’re ready for my cock, my dear? That could be arranged instead.” Cyrus whispered in my ear, his voice a seductive tenor that truly had me grasping for my sanity.
That voice made me forget all the despicable things he’s done, made me wish to spread my legs wider and welcome him between them. But I couldn’t—wouldn’t—give myself to him. My original arguments still stood in addition to the horrors he’d made me witness.
But…Lord Visita didn’t own me, did he? That gave me…a pass of sorts, right? I was so turned on that I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. Two attractive men touching me, no matter my feelings on either, was bound to do so. I’d never had more than one partner before. Never even considered it. But this…
I couldn’t lie and claim that I totally hated it. Lord Visita’s fingertips ran along the outside of my panties, hitting my clit just right, tearing a gasp from my throat as I grabbed his wrist. His filthy smirk, punctuated by the slightly elongated canines of the Fae, cemented my decision.
“No sex.” I commanded; the sentiment slightly undercut by my heavy breathing. I wouldn’t cross that line, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t play. At least as far as Visita was concerned. I would endure Cyrus’s touch for the sake of my hopes and dreams of freedom, always at risk with his chaotic moods.
“Of course not.” Cyrus cooed in my ear, a laugh bubbling up and releasing in a smoky exhale.
“When you cum for me, darling,” Visita began, “The only thing I want to hear from those pretty lips is you screaming my name.” He ran his finger along my lips as he spoke, and once he was done, he straight up ripped my undergarments away in one pull. “And none of this ‘Lord” shit. You’ll call me Vissy, yes?” He looked into my eyes, but his hands were busy spreading my thighs.
“Yes, Vissy.” I breathed out, watching him in anticipation.
Cyrus began undoing my dress, letting the top of it pool down around my waist as he undid the clasps on my bustier, leaving my breasts on full display. I breathed in deeply, reminding myself there would be no sex, so this didn’t truly count—I could maintain my dignity, my principles, and still get off.
Lord—Vissy, I reminded myself, dove between my thighs and licked straight from my center up to my clit, wrenching a moan from me as I reached down to tangle my fingers in his hair. Cyrus cupped both my breasts, fondling them with a surprising amount of gentleness, before his fingers found my nipples, pinching them hard. An action I didn’t even know I enjoyed, but the feeling went straight to my center, adding to the wetness Vissy was lapping up.
My fingers gripped hard in Vissy’s hair while he ate me out with enthusiasm. Considering Cyrus apparently refused to do so—the dick—I was surprised how enthusiastic Vissy was. He bit lightly on my clit, scraping his teeth over it and causing me to buck my hips upwards, chasing the sensation as a strangled noise left my mouth. Cyrus chuckled slightly before sucking my nipple into his mouth, sharp teeth nipping the bud, while Vissy filled me up with two fingers, beginning to thrust in and out. His tongue swirled around my clit, then back down, then back up.
I rapidly lost myself in the different sensations they were stirring from my body, my head thrown back in ecstasy. Having two men touching me at once, playing my body like a fine instrument, overwhelmed my mind until nothing was left but the feelings they evoked.
“Fuck.” The word slipping from my lips in a whine, my whole body trembling as Cyrus and Vissy both bit down simultaneously. Vissy’s chuckle vibrated along my skin, as clear as the one coming from Cyrus’s mouth as he released my breast.
Cyrus’s hand came up to the back of my neck, sliding into my hair and using his grip to pull my mouth to his. Our mouths crashed together in a fury, both of us working out our frustration with the other in a battle of tongues.
I pulled Vissy’s hair when he removed his fingers, only to have his tongue enter me instead, his thumb finding my clit and circling as he lapped up the juices coming from me, thrusting his tongue in and out. My lips parted from Cyrus’s, and I blinked blearily when he pulled his pants open in a rush, the buttons flying across the room.
I couldn’t focus on what he was up to, as Vissy stole my attention back, lapping at me like a starving man.
“Old Gods. Vissy, please.” I begged, forgetting why I never did such a thing, only focused on the pleasure I knew he could bring me. Vissy pulled back, his face covered in my juices. His smile was wolfish as he grabbed my hair, pulling me to him and kissing me passionately. Lips caressed, tongues meeting to stroke the others, and a part of me wished I’d been given to him, where I could have experienced this intense pleasure regularly. Momentarily forgetting all the reasons I denied Cyrus. If I had met him under very different circumstances, perhaps in another life, I may not have been able to deny him, Fae or not.
Cyrus was insanely attractive, just like Vissy, and I could only think of one man who surpassed them as I recalled his Otherworldly beauty. I struck the thought of the Fae warrior with silvery white hair from my mind. I wouldn’t ever see him again, and dwelling would get me nowhere.
Vissy’s mouth parted from mine with a final nip at my bottom lip, and I smirked slightly at him as he looked at my kiss-swollen lips. His low growl was the only warning before he was diving back between my thighs and resuming his task with gusto.
Cyrus’s movement caught my attention from the corner of my eye and looked just in time to see him pull his cock out of hisnow broken pants. My eyes widened at my first real look at him—shocked that he had pulled it out at all, and…
Old Gods.That thing was huge.
I took a deep breath, my lips parting as I wet them with my tongue, reminding myself that was one cock I couldn’t ride—no matter how much I suddenly wished to.
