Roran would speed and slow, and with his brother in control of my bundled nerves, it was easy for Rilen to follow his desires. Dorian nipped at my skin, my collar, my neck. He kissed me, then sucked my tongue into his mouth, then found a breast to suckle.
Take the magic, send it to them.
His mouth seemed to be everywhere, shameless, kissing me, kissing Rilen.
Roran grabbed his hair and fisted it, pulling his head back, and exposing Dorian’s throat.
Take the magic. Send it to them. You are of the blood.
I dragged my tongue over the smooth skin of Dorian’s throat, tasting the salt, the sweat, themalethat he exuded. I nibbled on the column, to the side and back.
Take the magic. Send it to them. You will need more than what you have to survive to find your blood.
“Did you know,” Roran panted, “that Dorian has a little spot at the top of his ass that when you press it, he goes off like a cannon?”
“Press it,” I panted. “I want to see him come. I want him to come inside me.”
“Roran,” Dorian threatened.
I grabbed his chin and pulled him close, giving him a brutal kiss. “You did not trust me. You don’t get to be in charge. This is your punishment. Make him come, Roran. Now.” Dorian tried to stop him, but I reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling him wide. “Now!”
Pressing his thumb in the sensitive spot, Roran held it there a moment and slammed his cock into him a few times.
Dorian roared and jerked, and I felt the ropes of cum inside me. With Rilen still fingering my clit, there was no stopping my orgasm.
Now.
Using all the power they were sending me, I dove down deep into the magic that was everywhere in the Scar. I pulled it back and funneled it into the four of us, lending all of us a link to the Scar, to the seed of magic. It fused through us, lacing into our very bones.
An even more massive orgasm roared through the four of us at the same time. Roran and Rilen both came, and Dorian and I both came again.
As long as you give each other pleasure to feed the power, your magic will be from the very heart of S’Kir.
I didn’t remember falling asleep, and certainly not blacking out, but we all must have. We were in a tangled pile of limbs on the small bed.
I was still in Rilen’s arms, and Roran had his around Dorian. Dorian had pulled me in close, his legs still between mine.
“Holy gods,” Roran whispered. “I haven’t come that hard in ages. What the hell happened?”
I smirked at him snuggled up against the handsome, ancient druid. “I think that was me. The magic wanted me to do that.”
“Wow, that was good,” Rilen said, yawning and stretching behind me.
Dorian put a hand on my cheek as soon as his eyes fluttered open. “What did you do?”
“Only what the magic wanted me to,” I said. “I think we can tap the very heart of the magic of S’Kir.”
“If it means sex like that every time…” Roran said. He lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers.
They danced with sparks of magic.
Rilen and I gasped, and Dorian grinned.
“Well, isn’t that interesting,” Roran whispered. He kept the spark of power dancing there and touched my cheek with it.
I yelped and laughed. “It tickles!”
Dorian smiled. “Are you ready to forgive me,ilati,for not trusting you? Your punishment was amazing.”
