The men nod to each other and we shift. Elijah pulls out and helps me roll to my side as Marius strips. While Marius moves around the bed, Elijah lifts my leg and enters me from behind, his fingers thrumming my clit.
Marius stands in front of me, cock in hand. I reach for him. Guide him to my mouth, take him in. Taste the salt of his skin.
Penetrated. Filled. And yet—I am not overwhelmed.
Instinctively, I knew this was what my body was meant for. Between the two of them, I am moreherethan I’ve ever been. Together, they sync their rhythm. Elijah rubs my clit while pressing against my pubic bone, exactly how I love it.
I detonate around Elijah’s cock with Marius deep in my mouth.
After, both men pull out and settle on the bed where I lie between them.
I look in the mirror on the wall, study myself.
My eyes are clear. Bright.
I lookclaimed. Not by them.
Byme.
I’m more powerful than I’ve ever been in my life.
They move like we’ve rehearsed this a hundred times before in our dreams. Elijah shifts slightly, bracing himself behind me. Marius settles between my legs, cupping my face before anything else.
“Tell me if anything changes. If anything feels wrong. We stop, instantly.” He kisses me softly.
“I want this,” I whisper. “Don’t hold back.”
Elijah grinds his hardening cock against my ass as Marius drags his crown through the folds of my pussy, using Elijah’s release as lubricant. It’s intense. He’s longer and thicker than Elijah.
“Breathe, Avonna.” Elijah holds my thigh up and out to give Marius more space. “Stay with yourself. Relax. You’re safe.”
I breathe. They wait for me to adjust, bodies sandwiching mine. Not forcing anything. When Marius bottoms out, Elijah squeezes cold lube on my puckered hole. Inserts a finger. Then two.
He’s fucked me here before, but this time I’m tense. Tightening around Marius’s cock as I await what comes next. Before we go further, Marius and Elijah begin kissing me everywhere. Stroking my body. Holding me open.
Every inch is new. Full.
I feeleverything.
The burn. The pressure. The overwhelming closeness. I sob, not from pain. Frommagnitude. I’m expanding and then both of them are inside me. Filling me.
They hold me between them like a living altar. Their hands on my hips, my belly, my back. Touching me like they can’t believe they’re allowed to be here worshipping my body this way.
“Avonna,” Elijah breathes against my shoulder. “You’re…unreal.”
Marius gurgles low in his throat. “You’re taking us so beautifully.”
My hands are in their hair, my breath jagged, my body trembling but steady.
They start to move together.
Marius sucks on my nipples. Elijah murmurs encouragement in my ear.
I break open. The orgasm rolls through me like thunder across a wide plain. My spine arches, my mouth open in a silent scream. They both moan, not just from sensation but fromwitnessingme. Fully alive, surrendered to my own desires, yet fully in control of what I’m giving.
My orgasm doesn’t stop. Another wave crashes. Then another. Neither of them rush to finish. They wait forme. When they finally let go, Marius first, then Elijah, I don’t feel used.
I feelenergized.
