I rest a hand on Beaufort’s chest and one on Fox’s and swing my gaze between them.
“What exactly does this spell do?”
“Just makes things a little looser, sweetheart,” Fox says. “Makes it a little easier for me to fuck your ass.”
“Oh,” I say, my cheeks instantly burning because that sounds seriously dirty and seriously good.
“Would you like that?” he asks, nipping at my ear.
“Yes,” I say, “but maybe I should lock the door. I really don’t want anyone interrupting that, especially your parents, Fox.”
Beaufort chuckles. In the next moment, his shadows are swirling around the room, securing the door and creating a shield that will mean no one overhears what we’re about to do.
And then the two men are stripping out of their clothes as I pull my pants and my panties down my legs and kick them away. The three of us stand there, naked, eyes straying all over each other. Beaufort and Fox may be the two most handsomest men in all of the realm, and I’m about to have them both together. In some ways it seems too greedy and definitely a little bit slutty. But this is what fate wants. This is why I have those marks painted across my wrists. And they have theirs too, visible in the flickering light of my magic.
“How exactly are we going to do this?” I ask. “You’re both very big men in the size department,” I point towards Beaufort’s groin and then Fox’s, “and I’m quite small.”
“But made for this,” Beaufort says, with a seriously, arrogant smile on his face. “Fucking made for it, Briony. And we’re going to start by making you come. You’re gonna come all over our faces.”
He lifts me up and before I know what’s happening, he’s thrown me onto the single bed, pinning my thighs apart. He kneels between my legs and he doesn’t even have to ask. The Professor is there too. He hooks my right leg over his shoulder as Beaufort bends my left leg back, exposing me completely.
And then their mouths are on me. The Professor concentrating on my clit, flicking his tongue against me, swirling it around me, sucking on me, as Beaufort thrusts his tongue in and out of my pussy.
It’s incredibly overwhelming. The view itself would be enough to have me coming and what they’re doing to me has me coming extra hard, has me coming three times in a row, one orgasm riding right on the back of the other until I’m a hot sticky mess on the mattress, unable to breathe, unable to speak, definitely unable to fathom what the hell is actually happening to me.
“Such a good little mate,” Beaufort growls into my pussy. “So good at coming for us.”
Fox grunts his approval, flicking me hard with his tongue, and then his fingers are exploring between my ass cheeks, finding my hole and stroking me there.
“This is where I want to fuck you, Miss Storm,” he says. “Are you going to let me?”
I make some indescribable noise somewhere between a moan, a whimper, and an embarrassing little squeak.
“Not good enough, Miss Storm,” the Professor says. “I need a proper answer.”
“Yes. Fuck me there. Fuck me everywhere. Fuck me anywhere you want.”
Beaufort sucks in a breath. I feel him shake his head between my thighs, kissing the soft skin on one leg and then on the other. As he does, I feel the Professor’s magic tingling against my asshole. I’m guessing that’s the spell. I can’t sense any difference down there apart from the tingling, but I trust him it’s going to work.
The two men stagger to their feet, their cocks hard and erect in front of them like two eager soldiers ready to charge. It has me licking my lips and rolling up to sit.
Beaufort maneuvers himself down onto the bed beside me and then he’s flipping me up onto him as he lies down flat, positioning me to kneel across his lap, my pussy hovering right against his cockhead.
“How is this going to work?” I say, still unable to work out the physics of it all.
“Just trust us,” Beaufort says, his hands gripping my waist. “It’ll work.”
And then he’s pulling me down onto his cock, hitting every point inside me that lights me up. It’s too much and I can’t help writhing around on top of him, grinding and bouncing in a haphazard rhythm that shows just how desperate I am.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he says. “Just keep still for a moment.”
He pulls me down so I’m flat against his chest. And then I feel the mattress shift with Fox’s weight. His hands are on my ass again. He spreads my ass cheeks and this time I feel a cockhead at my hole.
He presses in – less than an inch – and stops.
“How does that feel, Briony?” he asks.
I try to think. I expected it to be tight, to hurt, to feel sore, but the magic has done its job and I feel none of those things. Just the ecstasy of Beaufort in my pussy and Fox rubbing against him as he slides into my back passage.
