“I was, but he was getting frustrated.” Trevor's hands began to wander. “I thought I'd take over for awhile. A frustrated wolf is dangerous.”
“Take over, huh?” I reached between us and palmed his thickening shaft.
Trevor growled and it was echoed behind me by Kirill. Another hard body slid up against my back, Kirill's cock nestling between my ass cheeks as he set his mouth against my throat. I moaned and reached back to hold his head to me while Trevor kissed me tenderly. As our tongues slid languorously over each other and my hand started to work Trevor eagerly, Kirill took the sensitive flesh of my neck between his teeth, lifted my leg, and angled himself into me.
I cried out into Trevor's kiss, delicious tingles racing down my spine. Kirill suddenly let go of my neck and shifted, pushing my top leg straight up as he got onto his knees over my bottom leg. He held my thigh to his chest tightly as he leaned forward and violently slammed into me. It bent my leg back to my chest and opened me up for deeper thrusts, but I had to let go of Trevor to accommodate Kirill. It was a bit startling, his sudden lusty savagery, but in a good way. In a; keeping things interesting way.
Trevor took it in stride, getting to his knees to toss aside the pillows so he could position himself at my mouth. I opened to him, and he slid his cock urgently past my lips. I groaned in delight as his silky heat plunged across my tongue and filled my mouth as Kirill filled my sex. Trevor's hand reached between Kirill and me to flick over my clit rapidly, and I came in just a few minutes; my body clenching around Kirill as my mouth vibrated around Trevor with my screams. The men continued to pound into me as I eased down from the high only to be driven back up again.
Wet sounds of flesh filling flesh echoed in my ears and the taste of werewolf was on my tongue; spicy and sweet. My body bucked for more, and Kirill moved us once again so that I was on my hands and knees between them; one man's motion pushing me onto the other. I gripped the bed and let them shove us into ecstasy.
The next time I cried out, they joined me. As Kirill emptied himself into me with wild jerks, and I drank down Trevor, I glanced to the side and thought I saw movement. But when I gave it a second look, all I saw was a smooth, stone wall.
Chapter Nine
We nearly got lost trying to get back to Narcissus' receiving room. The palace would randomly change, turning into that reflective fog before reforming into something new. It was disorienting and frustrating, but we kept heading downward through hallways of stone, glass, wood, and precious metals until we found the vain god lounging in his favorite spot.
“Ah; there you are!” Narcissus said as he sat up. “Would you care for some breakfast?” He waved his hand at a collection of trays before him.
“No, thank you,” I said as we took our seats.
I was actually starving, but I didn't trust the food. Although I felt the pangs of an empty belly, I wouldn't starve, and I wasn't about to risk eating just for the sake of comfort.
“I promise you, it's not poisoned.” Narcissus frowned as he leaned forward and picked up a pastry. “See?” He took a bite and chewed before swallowing.
“You're connected to this place,” Trevor said. “It may affect us differently.”
“Humph.” Narcissus seemed to consider that. “You may be right. Very well; it's your decision.” Then he looked at Trevor again. “Speaking of differences; there's something different about you today.”
“Is there?” Trevor asked with a grin.
“Yes.” Narcissus pursed his lips. “I can't quite put my finger on it; something around the eyes.”
“I've had an idea,” I said before Narcissus went on. “I use mirrors to speak to my husband in the Faerie Realm. Perhaps if we went back to the mirror's portal, I could use the glass in that manner and contact someone. All I would need is some eyebright.”
“The herb?” Narcissus asked as he held out his hand.
A plant with little, white, yellow, and purple flowers appeared in it.
“Is that what eyebright looks like?” I took it from him in fascination and admired the flowers that looked like tiny orchids. “I always use the dried form.”
“Would you prefer dried?” He asked.
“No; this is fine,” I said.
“I don't think it will be the difference between dried and fresh that will make a difference,” Trevor said. “It's more the problem with that not actually being eyebright.”
“I didn't think about that.” I frowned. Then I brightened. “But the eyebright I use at Pride Palace is made with territory magic and it works fine. It should be okay.”
“Except zis is mirror territory,” Kirill pointed out. “Magic doesn't vork same, remember?”
“It may only work halfway,” Narcissus mused. “They might be able to see you and not hear you, or hear you and not see you.”
“That would be fine.” I shrugged. “If they can't hear me, we can write a message down and show it to them. And as far as not seeing me, as long as they can hear me, it won't matter.”
Narcissus frowned again.
“What's wrong? You can make paper and a pen, can't you?” I asked him.
