“Do it,” she whimpers, and I realize his need has trickled down through the bond.
Soon.
Roughly, I fist her loose hair that is hanging down nearly to the bed and bend to crush my lips to hers, delving deep into the sweetness of her mouth. Her tongue duels with mine, swirling and sucking me deeper. Splayed wide as she is, she’s desperate for the connection, for the friction, anywhere she can get it, even if it’s just from my tongue lashing against hers.
“So beautiful,” Acharia murmurs, shifting close enough to stroke a finger over the inky bindings across her plump ass.
“She’s a fucking goddess like this,” I agree and loosen the ties over her legs just enough to pull her knees apart.
Suraya whimpers a needy whine as my shadows draw her to me, spreading her wide over my hips. To my satisfaction, her exposed folds glisten with desire. I knew she would love it! Gratified at her body’s response, I stare down at my work of art, appreciating the sublime flow of those generous curves and the swathes of smooth, kissable skin punctuated by my glimmering bands of onyx, all laid out like the most succulent offering.
To her god...
Tome.
Kneeling, I situate myself at her entrance and slam home in a single thrust, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head at the exquisite snugness of the cunt that was made for me. Her scream of pleasure edged by pain fills me with savage delight as I start to move. The arched position makes me hit a spot inside of her that causes her body to contort even more. Her eyes snap open as her core starts to flutter, her thighs straining and trembling.
“I’m going to... Darrius... fuck... I can’t...”
“Let it happen, Starbright, I have you,” I purr. Her body tenses, blood flushing every inch of her skin as her magic lights up every single rune, and then I release each of the knotted tethers at once. The rush of both her blood and her orgasm floods the bond as she splinters apart, andgods,the feeling of her climax echoing through me transcends anything I’ve ever felt.
Lowering her to the bed, I fuck her through it, her body thrashing beneath mine as the orgasm rolls into another. My eyes flash and my mouth crowds with teeth as I feel the beast, and in a panic, I force him back.
“No, let him through,” she says, wrapping her legs around me. “I needallof you.”
The shift is partial, but I can feel the fur sprouting as my fangs lengthen and my buried cock thickens. Suraya writhes, her body stretching to accommodate us and her reassurance flowing through the bond.I can take you, don’t stop.
“What the fuck?” the king of Oryndhr blurts. Through the manticore’s otherworldly sight, I can see his body outlined in a curious film of gilded radiance.
“It’s all right, Roshan,” my wife says. “He’s mine, too.”
I fuck her faster and meet her eyes. “He wants to bite.”
“Then bite,” she pants, head falling back in bliss.
She reaches out blindly for Acharia, her fingers tangling with his as she yanks him toward her to claim his mouth. The bond is wide open, her deep-rooted emotions for him also flowing down it, and oddly, I don’t feel any rancor.
Her love is pure and beautiful andreal.
But I can also feel her love forme,and that remains undiminished and true.
“Páti,” she whispers, and I shiver at the claim. Her eyes are glowing with silvery filaments, the streaks through her mass of dark hair luminous with iridescence. I can feel my thundering pulse everywhere—in my chest, in my head, in my cock—as our magic intertwines.
“It’s time,” I tell her.
***
SURAYASAAB, STARKEEPER
Gods, I have never felt so full.
The pressure of my king’s half shift is otherworldly. Somewhere deep down, I’m aware that I’m fucking a monster, but he’smymonster and that’s all that matters.
I reach for Roshan, who is still staring with wide eyes at Darrius’s sharpened face, the sprouted mane, and the mouth full of fangs, though his expression has morphed from concern to interest, more so because of my enthusiastic participation. Grinning, I pull his mouth to mine and bury my tongue inside, coaxing his out to suck on it.
Stars, he tastes so good, like honey and iron, making me think of delicious desserts and hot forges. He kisses me back, hand moving to fondle my breast. With a moan, I reach for his hardening cock and pump my fingers from root to tip. Between the marvelous efforts of my two lovers, the sensation is nearly overwhelming, my mind already starting to fracture with bliss. I can’t recall how many times I’ve climaxed. There was one point where my orgasm seemed unending, one flowing into the other.
Darrius quickens his pace, rolling his thumb over my clit, and everything starts to ratchet anew between us. He fucks me harder, and I pump Roshan in time with his thrusts. There’s a synchronicity to our movements, the cadence of our breaths, and our magic dancing in a play of light and shadow.
