The door rattles before it’s suddenly thrown wide open, Bellator striding in. “We are to remain put for two sleeps. The royal quarters need redecorating and the official ceremony organised. As much as I en— soulbound, you offer yourself to my brother without waiting for me?”
“Waa… What?”
Rolling my eyes at Bellator, letting out a sigh and smiling as I shake my head. Only Bellator could marchinto the room complaining of missing out while the city celebrates his victory.
“I’m not?” Turning her head back to look at me, her cheeks flush as she realises the compromising position she's in. Quickly standing from the couch, she wobbles a little as her body fully wakes. Steadying her, my hand wraps around her waist. Bellator watches us, dried blood and half-mended cuts all across his body. The two deep gashes he has are bright blue as the skin continues to heal.
“What were you two planning to do?” He asks, dipping his chin and looking at us both with heavy lidded eyes.
“Wash,” I reply, grinning at him.
He nods in approval, leisurely walking to the far side of the room and pulling the single chair into the middle of the living space. He sits, legs spread, lounging back, gesturing for us to begin. “I will not miss out for a second time.”
“As you wish, brother.”
I lift the barrel into the living space, Rosie standing shyly in front of Bellator. Gathering a cloth, I wet it and begin to work on cleaning her hand and arm, lathering the soap into her supple skin. She is so beautiful like this, I can't help but run my fingers down the slope of her neck, pulling the strap of her dress down along the way, exposing one full teat to Bellator. Leaning down I kiss her shoulder, the dampness clinging to my lips. I continue laying a path of kissesacross her shoulder blades, making my way to her remaining strap. Her eyes close as I take my time washing her body, her hips wiggling as I remove the dress completely.
Her small hands tremble as they unclasp my shirt, working it and the leather balterus strap from my chest. Taking a cloth, she begins to wipe it across my chest, removing the orange blood of the beherit.
I adjust our positions so she faces Bellator with me behind her; he must see how exquisite our girl is, slicked in moisture, glistening as though she is a jewel mined just for us. My fingers roam her body, hands cupping and kneading her teats. Pushing and pulling, pinching her nipples until she gasps for breath, her thighs rubbing together in anticipation. I can smell her arousal, an intoxicating scent of honey and spice permeating the room, making my mouth water.
She stares at Bellator, his cock half exposed as it pushes against the leather flaps of his pteruges, the glimmer of his piercings catching the light. Seeing how she looks at him, feeling her soft body under my hands has my own cock straining against my pants and I curse myself for not releasing it when she was washing me.
“Enough.” Bellator grunts. “Come to me, Soulbound. I wish to taste you.”
Rosie groans at his request, her hips swinging as she walks toward him. My princess appears to be a secret vixen. He still has blood all over him, the brightblue scars healing to a darker blue in the time he’s been watching. In one swift movement, he grabs her thighs, holding her above his face, her pussy spread open less than an inch from his mouth. His eyes flutter as Rosie grasps his broken tusk, squealing from the sudden movement, trying to balance herself.
“Do not move your hand,” he groans, his hips thrusting once in his seat.
“This is… I don't know how I feel about this?” She says, hesitantly.
It is a vulnerable position to be in. She flicks her gaze back to where I stand, wide eyed, biting down on her bottom lip.
“It’s okay, Rosie, say the word and he will put you down. You're ours to worship.” I rush out as I move in front of where she's held. Any patience Bellator was showing is broken as he buries his face in her pussy, inhaling loudly as he takes in her scent. Her mouth parting in a silent oh.
“Hot embers in a spring rain fall,” Bellator mumbles.
Cupping Rosie’s face, my fingers rub the back of her neck, my thumb stroking her cheek.
“Honey and spice,” I reply, grinning. Her eyebrows raise in question. “How your pussy smells. It’s our favourite things. Another reason why you're made just for us.”
Her mouth parts as if she’s going to say something but before she can, Bellator licks, dragging his tonguefrom her back hole to her front, sucking and eating her juices like he’s come back from war and hasn’t eaten for days. A low guttural moan tears through the room, Rosie's eyes fluttering from the intensity of it. She keeps her hand on his broken tusk, the other waving wildly for me. Stepping close, I smash my lips to hers, my tongue instantly granted access to her mouth. Massaging her teats, she leans over Bellator's head, giving me better access.
“I need you, Soulbound. My cock can not wait another minute.” Bellator begs, looking up at both of us through Rosie's spread legs, my forehead resting against hers. We both nod in agreement, Bellator turning and facing Rosie away from him so she's sitting on his lap.
Perfect.
I walk around them, Bellator gripping the leather waist of his pteruges and ripping it away. Lifting her, he positions himself at her entrance, and I spread her legs, wanting a full show of her taking him. Inch by inch, he lowers her onto his cock, each of his piercings disappearing inside her. Taking the last few inches gloriously, her body opens to accept all of him as he holds her in place, perfectly sheathed on his cock. Giving her time to adjust to his size. I see the push of his tip against her belly as she wiggles up and down, getting used to the position. She's so small, I can't wait to stuff her full with the both of us.
“It’s so big,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You take him so well, princess.” I cup her face, and she gazes up at me, nuzzling into my palm. “Do you feel each bar across his cock,” I whisper. “The way they rub against you each time you move.”
Her fingers dig into Bellator's muscular thighs, her breath coming out in a whimper as she concentrates on the sensation. Bellator takes her hips, moving them in a circle so the bars hit the perfect spot inside her.
She's a vision, her wet pussy spread open for me to see how well she takes my brother; it's turning the prettiest shade of pink from the stretch. Sharing is not something Bellator and I have ever done, but here in this room, with Rosie, I can't imagine it any other way. Our bond line heats with the growing lust between us. It’s all the encouragement I need to undo my pants and drop them to the floor.
Bellator holds her in place, no doubt not wanting to overdo it by having her bounce on his cock. She is still human after all. Leveraging himself back in the chair, he braces his thighs and begins to slowly rut up into her. Her belly swelling with each thrust. With her hands braced on his knees, she leans forward just enough to swipe her tongue at the tip of my cock, taking the bead of cum already sitting there. Lifting my face to the sky, satisfaction unfurls through me as her warm tongue flicks against my length.
