By the time we returned to the castle, the men were more relaxed and Malik had stopped glaring at Braxis. My men and I were shown to a suite where we could relax and get ready for the feast while Braxis was given a separate room. I bathed alone because I knew that if I didn't, it would lead to sex and I didn't think we had time for the kind of sex I wanted right then. The long, drawn-out kind that lasted until morning. But when I stepped out of the bathroom, they were waiting—naked and smiling and beautiful enough to stop my heart. It's a good thing I'm immortal.
“Oh, sweet sepia,” I whispered as I stared at them.
From Malik's thick, warrior bulk to Cyprian's lithe grace, there was so much to appreciate. My eyes ran over the expanse of male flesh before me and couldn't find a place to settle. The ridged plane of Kyrian's belly, the fall of Cyprian's snowy hair across his broad shoulders, the muscles flexing in Malik's strong arms, and the tapering V of Everan's hips that led my hot stare to his long, hardened shaft.
I whimpered and dropped my towel.
Smiles shifted into predator intensity as the men descended. I was lifted between them and carried to the bed. It wasn't large enough to sleep all of us but it was big enough for our current needs. Malik laid down first and cradled me against his chest. I felt the sharp definition of his muscles press into my back and the even more defined rise of his manhood against my buttocks.
Malik spread my legs with his, hooking his knees around my thighs to pull them outward while Cyprian crawled up from the foot of the bed and settled into the space Mal made. Cyprian's emerald cat eyes looked feral when he flashed them up at me. He bent his arms to lower himself like an animal drinking from a stream but instead of water, he lapped at my sex.
I writhed and dropped my head back onto Malik's shoulder. Mal gripped my chin and turned it to the side, baring my neck to him. I shivered as his fangs scraped across my sensitive skin, then exploded into ecstasy when they pierced me. With the wicked persistence of Cyprian's lapping tongue down below and the stinging pleasure of Malik's bite above, I surged into my orgasm, my body shaking uncontrollably across that of my mvarro. But Malik held me together with hands and teeth and will, and I soon settled into the soft ripples of receding bliss.
Malik slipped his teeth from my flesh—their withdrawal making me shiver once more—and said to Cyprian, “Work some of her honey into her ass for me.”
Cyprian growled against my sensitive flesh and plunged his fingers into my sopping core. I clenched around him in need and he chuckled in anticipation, the vibrations of that sound becoming another type of caress. His graceful fingers invaded me slowly, in and out, while his tongue began to flick at my sensitive bud with the lightest of touches—teasing as he worked my arousal back into devastating need.
That's when Kyrian and Everan closed in on my sides, their hands stroking my quivering belly and their hot, wet mouths covering my aching nipples. I wrapped my arms around their shoulders and held them to me as if they might change their minds and leave. Cyprian waited until I was writhing again before he transferred a dripping finger to that forbidden place. Gently, ever so slowly, he entered me. I squeezed around him and when I released, he slid deeper. Deeper and deeper he went until he began a steady plunging.
“There,” Cyprian's voice had gone low with stark lust. “Now, she's ready for you.”
Malik growled and slid a hand beneath me to angle himself toward my back entrance. His wide tip breached me and my body closed around it, latching on and refusing to let go. I moaned at the sensation of that sublime stretching—that delicious agony. Malik moaned as well, bringing his mouth back to my throat to lap up the remaining blood. His cock eased deeper and then surged in suddenly, the wet passage welcoming him.
Malik cried out brokenly and started pumping into me. “The feel of your ass squeezing my cock is nearly as sweet as the taste of your blood, Mvarra.”
“Deeper, Malik,” I urged. “Give me all you have.”
“As my mvarra demands,” he growled and slammed all the way in.
“Fuck, that's beautiful,” Cyprian murmured as he sat back to appreciate the view. “Look at this, Kishanos. Look at how she opens to receive him. How her pussy drips with her desire and coats him with every thrust.”
Everan and Kyrian moved away from my breasts to lean down beside Cyprian and watch Malik's cock surge into me. I lifted my head to watch them watch me—their primal stares hot and glowing as the Fusion shared Malik's and my pleasure with them. I gazed down their bodies and came to a stop at their throbbing shafts to lick my lips as I watched pearly dew gather on their plum tips. Blushing with need, those beautiful cocks seemed to reach for me, and I reached back. My hands wrapped around Everan and Kyrian as Cyprian got to his knees.
“It feels as if I'm thrusting into her tight ass,” Kyrian moaned. “Even as she works me with her fist.”
“The Fusion,” Everan panted. “It's incredible. I feel it too—her hand around me while her muscles also clench to pull me deeper inside. Such exquisite pleasure.”
“And I can feel the grip of her fingers as well as her tight channel,” Malik moaned. “It's unlike anything I've ever experienced. Mvarra, oh, sweet stars, I love you.”
“I love you too, Mal,” I murmured. “All of you. I've missed you so much. I was so afraid I'd never see you again.”
“As were we,” Cyprian declared. “But now that you're back, we are complete again. Or we will be soon.”
Everan and Kyrian lounged on their elbows to either side of me and massaged my breasts as I stroked their shafts while Cyprian laid his sleek pole over my aching sex and began to rub it into that slick crevice. Not inside. Not yet. He slid that velvety shaft against me, splitting me so that I coated him in desire and wrapped around the sides of that long, turgid piece of flesh. His tip rubbed me in that most wonderful place, flicking over my swollen nub before hooking it on the retreat, and I ground back on Malik's thick member, seeking to be filled even more—stretched even wider for their pleasure.
“Cyprian,” I moaned in need.
“I'm here, Se Esaria.” Cyprian drew back, his sleek body bowing over me, and slipped into me like a sword through silk.
Cyprian gave a heavy grunt as he seated himself fully, then he and Malik took up a slow pace—one entering while the other receded. I was losing focus, my vision filling with lusty and loving auras, and stopped stroking the other men. It didn't matter. They closed their hands around mine and began pumping into my fists. My nerve endings came alive everywhere. From my throbbing throat, begging for Malik's teeth, to my curling toes, digging into the blanket. From my aching, hardened nipples to the slide of heavy cocks over my palms. And then, amid all of that bliss, the pull and push of one wide, thick shaft in my bottom and the slightly longer but slimmer one filling my sex. Desire had me firmly within her greedy grasp and was intent on throwing me off a cliff.
“Yes!” I cried. “Oh, Gods, yes!”
The slap of heavy sacs between my legs and against my wrists teased me and the scent of aroused men and sex filled my head. I licked my lips as if I could taste their desire—the air felt drunk with it. Cyprian bent over to kiss me. It was my first kiss of the interlude and I hadn't even noticed the lack. His tongue surged between my lips and filled my mouth as forcefully as his cock filled my sex. He growled and bit at me, then sucked hard on my tongue. I screamed into his kiss with agonized ecstasy, demanding more with my arching body and clenching sex.
“Suck those cocks deep into you, Se Esaria,” Cyprian commanded as he changed his pace to match Malik's.
They both filled me at once, and I cried out with mind-numbing pleasure.
